Bon Cop Bad Cop 2

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(Siren wailing)

( Push + Pull by July Talk )

(Woman):
Push and pull,

push and pull

Push and pull,

push and pull

Push and pull,

push and pull

Push and pull,

push and pull

Darkness comes

You've gotta pay your dues

Darkness falls,

wants you to overuse

You're born to live

but now you live to lose

You don't wanna wait

(Man):
I don't wanna wait

(Engine revving)

We're used to the night

that leaves us unstable

We're used to the night

We take more than we're able

We're used to the night

and whatever's on the table

Push and pull push and pull...

You don't wanna wait

I don't wanna wait

(Both):
Take, take anything

I don't wanna wait

Take, take anything

You know that I'd take

Take, take anything

I don't wanna wait

Push and pull,

push and pull...

I like the night

Don't have to hear you when you speak

And I like the night

Somebody's got to find what you seek

Oh, I like the night...

(Car starting)

( Black Diamond

by Bran Van 3000 on stereo )

Black diamonds on silk

and milk and gold keys

Boot-booty pop tracks

got all that E

Ladies laid back

Baby, tease cut jeans

City of Love,

you freak and squeeze

Take, take, take

what you wanna

Don't say please

Sweat drip, blood flow,

back flex, let it go

Time to shine in the show,

sci-fi, Super Bowl...

- What? Hey, my car! My car!

(People shouting)

Give me your keys!

Calling out the big names...

(Speaking French):

Ah, sh*t, my jacket!

I'd rather have money than fame

I'd rather have money

than fame

Calice!

(Engine revving)

It's about time!

(Man speaking French on radio): Toronto

can bring it! We'll show them how...

( Classical )

( Rock )

- That's a good one!

( Bad Boy by Anik Jean on radio )

You're on your way

'Cause you know

you won't say it's OK

You should go on

(Tires screeching)

(Horn blaring)

You don't care

It feels all right

No matter what they say,

you're right

All!

Bye-bye!

You're a bad boy

No matter what they say,

you're right

You're a bad boy

Hey, buddy! Ready to ship.

Good news! No overtime tonight!

I found you one with no GPS

and no alarm system. Cool!

Anyone need a phone cable,

some Kleenex or a teddy bear?

- I'll take the cable.

Give Steve the teddy and the Kleenex.

He just got dumped!

(Laughing)

Hey!

(Men shouting in distance)

(Officer):
On the ground!

(Shouting)

- Come here!

(Groaning)

- Come here! Come here!

(Shouting)

Don't move!

- Dav...

(Both grunting)

What are you doing here?

- I'm undercover!

What are you doing here?

(Both grunting)

(Groaning)

- Holidays in China!

- Huh?

- I'm with the GRC now.

- I know.

- Look out!

- What are you doing here, on my turf?

- Well, technically,

the whole country is my turf now.

(Groaning)

(Both grunting, groaning)

- I've been working with them for

over a year. Don't get me made, man.

- The shop is closed. We have what we need.

- No, you don't.

(Both grunting)

The big boss isn't here.

None of the key players are!

- What?! OK, then.

(Groaning)

- What are you doing?

- Taking you in with the others.

- No way!

(Groaning)

It's not enough. It won't work.

These guys don't trust anyone!

- Have you got a better idea?

- I think so.

Put your guns on the ground,

or he's dead! Now!

- Put your guns down. Do what he says.

- Guns on the ground!

- Put your guns down!

- You, get over there!

I don't want anyone behind me!

Nobody behind me! Got it?

(Martin, over radio): Put your guns down.

- Lower your guns!

Get that f***ing gun down!

- He's one of us.

- Away from the truck!

- I repeat, he's one of us.

- I said no one behind me!

- Put your guns down!

- I want to see hands!

You drive!

- F*** de sh*t de Calice

de f***in' Tabarnak!

- Your French isn't rusty at all!

- How come the guys

who run the show weren't there?

- Who tipped you off?

- An informant who we flipped after he tried

to sell a hot car to one of my agents.

- Well, he played you!

DiPietro and Dubois never go there.

All they do there is deactivate

the cars' GPS and alarm systems

before sending them

to the main garage.

- OK, you don't have to go back.

We just need to find DiPietro.

With what we've got on him collectively,

he's done!

- No, there's something bigger going on!

I'm sure of it.

I've been on them for a year.

We can go at them harder,

but I have to go back in.

- OK. But if I get a hinky feeling...

- Whatever you do, don't itch it.

- I will call it off, I promise you,

if you disobey a single one of my orders.

- Your... your orders?

- Mm-hmm.

(Laughing)

- No, no, no, no! No, no. No.

I'm not working for you,

I'm working with you.

- Provincial, federal.

My investigation trumps yours.

If you don't like it, you can leave.

I'll find DiPietro myself.

And you can return

grovelling to your boss

and explain how you wasted

a year of taxpayers' money.

- You've changed, man!

- Thank you!

Now let's get going.

I've got a tracker on me.

My men will be here any minute.

How do we get you back in?

(Sighing)

(Keys jingling, car beeping)

Not exactly what you had in mind?

- Nope.

It'll still work.

OK, we'll say that you disarmed me,

we fought,

you lost control of the vehicle

and I got away.

It has to look real, though,

as if the airbag went off in your face.

- OK. How exactly do you imagine that...

Oh f***!

Ow!

- You OK?

Sorry, man. Show me.

That's good!

That'll work!

- You haven't changed at all.

- Thanks.

(Groaning)

OK!

(Exhaling sharply)

My turn. Come on!

- Huh?

- Hit me.

Come on, don't be scared!

Come on!

- Turn around.

- OK.

- This might sting a little.

- Oh, come on, old man!

This isn't my first rodeo!

(Gunshot)

What have you done?

My jacket!

Ow! You freaking maniac!

You really have changed!

- You asked for real, Dave.

- Not that real!

- Oh, you'll be just fine.

It's only a flesh wound.

Now, can you run?

(Sirens wailing)

Can you run?

- Oui, oui, oui.

I'm not sure I like the new you, though.

- Now go!

Call me on my cell when it's safe.

(Dog barking)

(Blood dripping)

(Groaning quietly)

(Breathing heavily)

- Freeze!

(Both breathing heavily)

(Laughing)

- My love, put it down, please!

Be good to not get shot twice in one night!

- What are you doing here?

Oh!

(Both moaning)

- Go! Vas-y!

Envoie, Envoie!

- Hey!

(Cans clattering)

Oops!

Sorry, Mrs. Bouchard.

- Dad!

- Hello!

(Groaning)

- I'm taking you to the hospital!

- No!

- Get me the first-aid kit!

- No!

They have to think I spent

the night outside, in hiding!

You want to help?

Get me three coffees

and a stack of napkins!

You, Louis-Philippe!

- Louis-Martin.

- It's OK.

Mr. Bouchard didn't mean it.

He's hurt and under pressure.

- You, give me your hoodie

and get me some speed.

You have half an hour.

- Whoa, Mr. Bouchard,

I don't know who you think I am,

but I have no idea where to find...

Ah.

Oh, yeah!

OK, I might know a guy

who knows a guy who I know...

- What are you doing?

Coffee! Napkins!

- I'm on it!

- I know what I'm doing.

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