Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son Page #2

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to hear you talk that crazy talk.

Oh, Mom. Let's call Mom. She'll

let me. Let's ring Mom up.

Go ahead, call her.

When you tell her that you want to throw away college,

she's probably gonna bust that

little vein in her forehead.

It's gonna pop!

Yeah... (IMITATING POPPING)

Okay. But not when she sees the

mansion I'm gonna buy her.

Ha! Come on.

Only thing I'm signing is a check to Duke. End of story.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go to work.

You know, some of us work.

I'm on the grind. You feel me?

I feel you.

You feel me? Yeah, I feel you.

(IMITATING HIP-HOP BEAT)

You feel? Yeah.

But I'm talking swimming pools.

You feeling private security.

Come on, we can do it together, Malcolm!

Damn!

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

REMBRANDT:
Trent. What's up, man?

Hey, did he sign it?

No, he didn't sign it yet.

All right, so phase two. Ambush

the man when he's at his grind.

He'll give you an autograph just to get rid of you.

Yeah. Ambush him at his grind. I'm feeling you.

That's right!

See? That's why I keep you on payroll.

Hands away from your chest. You're

gonna dirty the recording.

Sorry. You got the drive, right?

Yeah.

There's nothing on this.

Smart, huh?

Are you kidding me? No.

It's insurance.

'Cause I was thinking, what if they

don't give me the money?

What if they check the drive, just like I did?

Oh.

Well, the real one's hidden.

It's in a safe place where no one will

ever look, so don't worry about it.

You idiot. Where is it?

Where's my witness protection plan?

It's gonna be in a casket if you

don't tell me where it is.

All right.

The Georgia Girls School for the Arts.

What?

I got a buddy who works there.

Unbelievable!

(DIALING MOBILE PHONE)

Crawford. Yeah, Malcolm.

(SIGHS) Canetti brought a dummy flash.

Yeah, well, he told me where the

real one is, but there's no time.

We're just gonna have to get Chirkoff

to make the exchange. Yeah.

All right.

Hey. Let's go.

Canetti, can you hear me?

Yeah, I got you, Chocolate. Go ahead.

Look, if anything goes wrong, get out of there.

Hey, fellas. Vlad and Dmitri, right?

Mr. Chirkoff.

Hey, it's good to see you again.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES) Rosetta Stone. Pretty good, huh?

Whoa, whoa! It's the Prodi-G!

Trent, what the hell are you doing here?

Guaranteeing my future. Sign my contract.

Hey, get in here and sit down! Stay down!

You think I'm stupid, huh? You think I'm a stupid man.

No, I think you're probably a very intelligent man.

I mean, I don't know you that well.

Autograph it, please. (SHUSHES)

I'm not talking to you.

Who are you talking to?

I'm talking to the people on

the other end of your chest.

Oh, this? There's nobody there, man.

This is part of my hearing aid.

Get out of the car and hide, now.

What's going on?

Get out of the car and hide, now! What's going on?

I'm a little hard of hearing in my right ear.

Really? Show me. Yeah.

I can't show you. It's... Show me!

All right. Take it easy. Take it easy.

I'll show you everything.

FBI! Come and get your snitch!

You want to come and play?

Drop it.

Drop it!

All right. Give me Canetti, or I take him out.

(FIRES GUN)

(WEAKLY) Music...

What?

It's in the music...

(GUNSHOT)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

(PANTING) Yo. Look...

I didn't see anything. Yo, we cool?

Come on, man! Come on!

Come on. (EXCLAIMS)

Oh, my God, they're shooting! Where are we going?

Get in the truck. Okay, okay!

TRENT:
Oh, my God!

Get down!

Are you okay?

(PANTING) I think so.

Do you have any idea how lucky we are right now?

You could have been killed! What were you thinking?

(STAMMERING) He just shot

that guy right in front of me.

We're still here, all right? That's what matters.

Shouldn't we call the FBI or something?

No. FBI has got a leak. Chirkoff knew we were coming.

Malcolm, I want to go home, man.

Trent. Your car's back there.

They probably already ran your tags.

They know everything about us.

You just saw Chirkoff murder someone.

We can't go home. So, what, then?

That means he's gonna kill me?

Oh, come on! That is not hot.

I won't let him. All right? All I got

to do is get that flash drive.

It has enough dirt on Chirkoff to put him away forever.

Payoff, hits, everything.

Canetti told me where the flash is hidden.

We're just gonna lay low until I can get my hands on it.

Just calm down, all right? Relax.

Take a soothing breath.

They haven't called in yet and you

have no idea where they are.

You're the FBI!

What good is a leak if you can't tell me anything?

Just send me the photo.

How's the leg, boss? The leg's fine!

The FBI's run travel records, rental cars. Nothing.

They haven't left the area, at least not yet.

What about the flash drive?

Turner knows where it is.

We find Turner, we find the flash drive.

Right now, our biggest problem's his kid.

He saw me shoot Canetti.

I want him dead.

I got 15 MP3s of original stuff that ain't been mixed.

You can have that.

Georgia Girls School for the Arts.

You know what, just do like Pac's mom did.

After I'm shot down in the streets,

just release it as a double jam.

Would you knock off the crazy talk?

We gonna get out of this.

Yeah. That's probably what Biggie thought

when he was staring down the barrel.

Or Pac, when he was chilling on the Strip.

I got a plan.

You know what? Malcolm,

just promise me one thing.

What?

Don't let them do a clean version for Walmart.

Preserve who the Prodi-G was.

I'm going to hide you.

Hide?

I mean, come on. How you gonna

hide a swag as big as this?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm gonna need a shrink after this, you realize that?

You didn't seem to mind when you was little and

I caught you trying on your mother's...

Shh!

You promised never to bring that

up. I was putting on a play.

(IN WOMANLY VOICE) Lord, Lord!

You a difficult child, Charmaine Daisy Pierce.

Who are you talking about?

(IN NORMAL VOICE) My great-niece.

And you better start sounding like her

before you scare someone.

Oh, right. (CHUCKLES)

In that case, how's this?

(SINGING IN LOW VOICE) Swing low, sweet...

(SQUEALING)

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Holy mother of...

Yeah. Yeah, right there. Now remember that feeling.

Fine! If I gotta be a chick, can I at least be a cute one?

Next time I'll buy my own damn clothes!

(IN WOMANLY VOICE) And pull down that skirt!

I can see straight to the Promised Land.

It's pulled down!

After a while, you realize it's just not worth the fight.

I wasn't even talking to you.

Nosy and all in my business!

Wait up!

(WOMAN SINGING) You think you might

have a chance I don't think so

You telling me to be nice I don't think so

You wanna get in my pants I don't think so

(TRENT GRUNTING)

I don't think so

I don't understand

how we're gonna find a 4-inch

flash drive in 3-inch heels.

Canetti had a buddy who works here.

We start by finding out who that

is, and what they know.

Canetti.

Canetti, yeah.

Canetti said something to me right before he died.

He looked at me and he said...

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