Bad Boys II Page #8

-Clear around!

-Cool!

l'm going around!

-Mike, got him!

-They got the coffin.

Move!

Move! Move! Get down!

Police! Get down!

Move! Move!

Police! Move! Move!

Get out of my way! Move! Move!

Get down! Get down!

Sh*t! Open the door! Police!

No!

Whoa! Sh*t!

Mike! Mike!

That boy bit me!

Mike!

Move! Move!

Police! Move!

Police! Move!

He under there?

We lost the coffin...

...and you barbecued

our only lead, Mike.

This has got to be the worst, most

emotional cop week of my life.

Yeah, it's been a little rough.

-Where were these bodies going?

-l don't know. lt's really strange.

All the John Does we found

out here are empty.

Empty Does. Fat Does.

Cut them open, took the organs out.

Sewed them back up.

Nice work.

The more you guys f*** up,

the more we look like rock stars.

The van you was chasing

is a transport for the city morgue.

The John Does were being delivered

to the university for medical research.

-Nice going.

-l can't believe you guys.

Do you both wake up

in the morning, call each other up?

''Good morning, Marcus.''

''Morning, Mike.''

''How you doing?''

''A'ight.''

''So how are we gonna f*** up

the captain's life today?''

''Gee, l don't know.''

''l don't know.''

''Ooh. Look, over there.

Let's kill three fat people...

...and leave them on the street.''

They were dead

before we ran over them.

lt doesn't matter whether they

were dead or not, goddamn it!

Every time you leave a corpse

on the street...

...l have to get these forensic coroner

guys to come to see what happened.

Then l gotta get detectives.

See? They're detecting sh*t.

Then l gotta get these forensic guys

to stick them back in the f***ing bag!

Jesus Christ!

You guys, you're like....

You're like a bunch

of bloodsucking ticks...

...draining the life's blood

out of this department.

-Whoosah.

-Damn the whoosah, captain.

-Did you just call me a tick?

-l was referring to him.

-Thought so.

-These aren't normal corpses.

lf l threw you out

of a speeding ice truck...

...and then ran over your head,

you wouldn't be normal either.

Think about this for a second.

These bodies have been emptied...

...from a drug smuggler that just

happens to own a mortuary.

l got a bunch of bodies waiting

with plenty of room in them...

...l could smuggle some sh*t.

-Johnny Tapia has the perfect cover.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Johnny Tapia?

l want a warrant to go

into his mortuaries immediately.

No warrant. What?

For what? For what?

For a bunch of dead guys

on their way to med research?

No. Every time we go after him,

he sues us and wins.

This sh*t stops now

or they'll fire us, disband TNT...

...and stick me in a f***ing coffin.

-This is over now!

-What happened to ''whatever it takes''?

That was pre-vehicular manslaughter.

Not to mention Johnny Tapia--

-What the f*** is that?

-Oh, sh*t.

Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up. Shut up.

This man has violated my rights!

Who the f*** is that?

Running people over is not enough

for you? Now you're into kidnapping?

That man is a criminal. Okay?

We busted him at the--

Excuse me, l have so much brass

up my ass...

...l could be playing

''The Star-Spangled Banner.''

l ain't cut out for this, man.

Come on, man. l can't do this

with you right now.

-l'm re-evaluating what's important.

-About what? Being a cop?

No, about you being my partner.

ls this about Syd?

God! Hey, Marcus, man--

That was messed up, but that

ain't what this is about, Mike.

Once we nail Tapia,

you and me, we're over.

l already signed my transfer papers.

Megan, what's the name of this boy

taking you to the movies?

Reggie.

Daddy, please don't embarrass me

and ask him a lot of questions.

Everybody knows you're a cop,

and it makes people nervous.

Well, why nervous? He on crack?

-lt's cool?

-Yeah. Come in.

What'd you--?

l got a sneak and peek.

Judge Sinclair said we can go

into the mortuary tonight.

We can't touch nothing,

but if we find something...

...he'll give us a righteous warrant.

You love pissing Captain Howard off,

don't you?

lt's what l do.

So when you start playing golf?

Hey, so you real serious about

this transfer thing, huh?

l mean, you been quitting for 1 0 years.

l just always thought it was...

...how you dealt with all this sh*t.

lt's what's best for me and my family.

Look, l'm gonna get my stuff, man.

''We ride together,

we die together.

Bad boys for life.''

We getting old, Mike.

One of them young punks coming

to take my baby out on her first date.

-Who the f*** are you?

-Hi, Mr. Burnett. l'm Reggie.

-What you doing here?

-l came to take out Megan.

-What?!

-l came to take out Megan.

-How old are you?

-l'm 1 5, Mr. Burnett.

Motherf***er, you look 30.

-Show me some lD.

-l don't have none on me.

You don't have no lD.

Get your ass up against that wall.

What is your problem?

You think you know it all.

Little young Thundercats.

-Got joints on you?

-No.

-You smoke that sh*t?

-No, sir.

You trying to get my daughter high?

Do you smoke that sh*t?

-Nigga, who that is at the door?

-lt's Reggie.

-Who the f*** is Reggie?

-Came to take Megan out.

-What you want, nigga?

-l'm here to take his daughter out.

-What's your name?

-Reggie.

l heard the motherf***er

say your name Reggie.

You taking Megan out?

-How old is you?

-Fifteen.

-Sh*t, nigga, you at least 30.

-This is Mike.

-Can you fight?

-Yeah.

You can fight? Motherf***er.

You can't fight. Look at you--

-Cut it out.

-l want to know if--

When somebody taking my niece out,

l want to know if he can fight.

Somebody might come say something,

the nigga can't fight, she can't go.

This is Megan's godfather, okay?

He just got out the joint.

Why you putting all my business

in the street?

-They call him--

-l got out of jail. l ain't going back!

l ain't going back!

What's wrong with you? You're

scared. You ain't seen a gun before?

Stop pointing the gun

at the boy.

Look, don't you disrespect me

in front of company.

Let the gun go off.

Nigga, you a big, tall, Ludacris-looking

motherf***er, ain't you?

-You rap?

-No.

Hey, Mike!

Now, listen. Have my daughter

home at 1 0:
01 .

lf she ain't home at 1 0:01 ,

l'm in the car, okay?

Lock, loaded and hunting

your motherfucking ass down.

-Do you hear me? Speak up.

-l'll go with him.

lf l'm there, know what it'll be?

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, nigga.

-That's what it'll be.

-Marcus!

Reggie, baby, l am so sorry. Forgive

Megan's dad and his silly friend.

-You a virgin?

-Yes.

Keep it that way. Ain't gonna be

no f***ing tonight.

Baby, the red shirt's nice.

You guys have a good time.

-You ever made love to a man?

-No.

-You want to?

-No, sir.

-Hey, have a good time, baby.

-Go. Go.

-All right.

-l need to go.

That was cool.

So you ready to bust this case open?

Oh, yeah. Let's finish strong.

All right?

All right, ladies. We cannot take

a burn tonight or Tapia walks.

l need a good, clean break-in.

-Zank, eyeball.

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