Bad Company Page #9

Synopsis: When a CIA agent is killed during a nuclear arms purchase, his partner Oakes, recruits his twin brother, Jake Hayes. Jake had no idea he had a twin brother, let alone that he worked for the CIA. Jake, a.k.a. Michael Turner, has nine days to fill his brother's place. However, the enemy terrorists learn of his secret identity and kidnap his girlfriend/fiancee. He has to rescue them and save New York city from an imminent nuclear terrorist act.
Director(s): Joel Schumacher
Production: Touchstone Pictures
 
IMDB:
5.6
Metacritic:
37
Rotten Tomatoes:
10%
PG-13
Year:
2002
116 min
$30,128,152
Website
677 Views


it's goodbye to half of Manhattan.

I need you here

for the enabling code.

- You said if we found the bomb, we'd

find Julie. - I need you now, Come on!

Jake, I'll find her.

You're bleeding, man. You're bleeding!

Now listen to me. When they scanned

your eyes, you saw the codes.

- Try and remember them. - Whenever

I hear numbers, my head converts 'em...

into chess moves

or seats at the Garden.

- That's the only way I can remember.

- Take your time.

Just relax. You know the codes.

You can do it. I know you can.

Okay. Queen's bishop 3...

across from mezzanine section...

Okay. Let's see.

I saw a Queen's bishop 3.

Aisle seat in section...

142. 142.

- 2 more to go.

- Okay, I think I got 'em.

Did you find her?

- Touch that bomb, she dies.

- Keep going, Jake.

The bomb goes off, everybody dies.

2 more numbers.

You'll learn what death is.

Your country grows fat,

while people

all over the world starve.

You stay at home, you watch

our blood spilled on television.

- War is just video games.

- He's stalling, Jake.

Enter the codes... now!

You take sides in conflicts

you know nothing about.

Dictating to other people

how they should live.

You're so keen on playing God.

Well, now's your chance to meet him.

I'll give you 3 seconds, then I'll kill her.

Go ahead.

1...

2...

No! I'll kill you!

3!

Move, move!

-Jake, hold me.

- Honey, I love you. Let me do this.

Rook 6, 4, 3. Okay, okay.

One more! One more!

- Well, that's done.

- That's it?

That's all it does, beep, beep, beep?

That's all we wanted it to do.

-It's okay.

- Clear, sir. Go ahead.

- Go, go!

Seale is down. We need a medic.

- It's okay.

- Who is that?

- Where's the bomb? - It's right here.

- How much time do we have?

- Mr. Hayes diffused the bomb.

- Don't Worry. I got ya.

- Oakes has been hit.

- Stay with me. I love you.

- I missed you.

- I missed you too.

People, we did it.

Which star is your brother's?

There are no names, Ma.

Agent identities are never revealed,

even after they've died.

But they're all honored right here.

Their names are written

in this book, their families sign it...

and then the pages

are sealed forever.

- It's a book of forgotten heroes.

- No, they're not forgotten.

-Jake?

- Hey.

Thanks for keeping me off that wall.

Well, stay off of it.

Ma, this is from me and Julie.

I just hope it brings

a little joy in your life.

I knew you'd make me proud.

This is just su--

Good Lord-- $90,000!

No, that's the wrong one, Ma.

Here-- This is yours.

This is for when we get married.

10,000's much more than I need.

Then give some back.

Hey, honey?

Can you walk Ma to the car?

- I gotta talk to Oakes.

- Yeah.

Congratulations on your engagement.

So, I'll see you at the wedding, right?

Goodbye, Mr. Hayes.

I see.

No personal attachments.

- Hey, what's up?

- What's up, man?

Congratulations, Mr. Hayes.

Oakes, you didn't RSVP.

I figured weddings weren't your thing.

I'm on a new assignment.

Well, if you're supposed to be

undercover at a black wedding,

I think you're the wrong guy

for the job.

An old friend of Kevin's

escaped from Rikers Island.

Hey, man, I don't care

if he escaped from Temptation Island.

I'm not going nowhere.

I just got married.

Can't a brother get a piece of cake?

The guy who escaped is Carlos Palmeros,

the world's foremost assassin.

Car-- I don't care if it's Carlos Santana,

the world's foremost guitarist.

The world's foremost assassin?

That's like the Tiger Woods of murder.

Well, Kevin was responsible for

putting him away. The problem is...

he thinks you're Kevin,

so he's coming after you to kill you.

No, no!

Th-That's not happening.

That's not happening.

I'm gonna go off with my wife.

I'm gonna be happy for 2 years...

then I'm going to be miserable for 90,

just like everybody else.

I got you. I got you.

So, there's no killer?

No. Not yet.

So you just came here

for my wedding?

I wouldn't have missed it.

Not for the world.

- I get it. So you and Swanson are next?

- Me? No.

- I'm never gonna get married. Not again.

- Never gonna get married again?

First thing you gotta learn is,

don't take your girlfriend to a wedding.

We may need to call on you

in the future.

It's your wedding present

from us at the agency.

2 tickets to Hawaii.

- I can't take this, Oakes.

-Jake? Sweetie? Come on.

- Your wife is calling you, Mr. Hayes.

- Husband.

Get in the car... b*tch.

Hey, Oakes!

Never say never.

I'm all out of love

I'm so lost without you

I know you were right

believing for so long

So long

I'm all out of love

Out of love, yeah

What am I without you

So lost without you

Feels so wrong

Yo, Yo Breathe in, breathe out

Do the chickenhead

Go on and let it out

Breathe out, breathe in

Put your back in

and let your knees bend

Breathe in, breathe out

Do the monastery

go on and let it out

Breathe out, breathe in

Put your back in

and let your knees bend

Yo, somebody move

Nobody get hurt

This is official, man

only dance-floor experts

And party animals

and me being a rhyme cannibal

Flammable Hannibal

Why it's banging it's understandable

Now back to somebody movin'

and nobody get hurt

My intentions on this one

is the party wet his shirt

Now go to work and do the chicken,

do the chicken

And once you do it it's stickin'

Believe me, dirty

You're stickin' to the door

Throw back vokal velour

Matchin' Diadonas fresh off tour

Head to the floor

Take it round, round

chickenhead breakin' it down

Created by my town

the monastery is found

There won't be no extra space

to waste. Pick up the pace

See your heart rate

If you start to hyperventilate

Breathe in, breathe out

Do the chickenhead

go let it out

Breathe out, breathe in

Put your back in

and let your knees bend

Breathe in, breathe out

Do the monastery

go on let it out

Breathe out, breathe in

Put your back in

and let your knees bend

First, ladies, put your drinks

by your purse

Fellas, tuck in ya shirt

and put in belt buckle words

Ladies, get ya dip right

and ya hip right

Fellas, you better find that

and get behind that

Third, you can do it

shaken or stirred

Show up per word

and flap like a bird

Four, do it some more

Five, make sure it's live

Six, ladies and fellas

here we go now. Swing

Seven, lay back like

you're looking for heaven

Let your body preach like we

in church and you da reverend

Eight. If we made it

this far dirty, you straight

If not, you better practice

and get it 'fore it's too late

Nine, is this the time

to prepare for the dime

Ten, start all over again

Breathe in, breathe out

Do the chickenhead

go on let it out

Breathe out, breathe in

Put your back in

and let your knees bend

Breathe in, breathe out

Do the monastery

go on let it out

Breathe out, breathe in

Put your back in

and let your knees bend

[Fades, Ends]

Six million ways to live

We live lavish

[Rap, Indistinct]

Blanket, leave their scratches

across the Atlas

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