Bon Cop Bad Cop 2 Page #2

(Scoffing)

Litter needs cleaning.

( Girlz by Bran Van 3000 )

All alone

In the sun

Was my hope

Nobody knows

I'll be fine

- Last night,

during a police raid

of a known Italian crime boss's

garage of stolen cars,

a police officer was taken hostage

by one of the scumbags

that he was trying to arrest.

He's with us this morning. Perhaps he

has something to say this morning.

Mr. Ward, Poirier, Claude.

How did a low-level scumbag

manage to kidnap a highly trained officer

like yourself?

- Uh...

When we entered the garage,

we were surprised

by the pushback we encountered.

Many of them were armed.

- Didn't they teach you how to deal

with that at the Ontarian Nicolet,

that sometimes criminals might be armed?

- Uh, well...

I'm sorry, but I don't know...

Who's Nicolet?

- Nicolet is the Quebec police school.

Do you want me

to "Conti-news" in English?

- No, that's all right!

But could you please speak

a little more slowly?

- Is this my stag party?

- Where the f*** were you?

(Both grunting)

(Groaning)

- Calice!

(Sighing)

Can you tell your monkey here

that he only needs to hit me

if I won't talk?

He doesn't seem to understand the rules!

When we got busted last night,

things got crazy.

I managed to disarm one of them

and kidnapped him.

- He made me drive to the Old Port.

I was afraid he was going to kill me

and leave me there.

I braked suddenly,

and he hit the back of the seat.

- I dropped the gun.

Punched him in the head.

He lost control of the truck, and I jumped.

- When I got out of the vehicle,

he was running,

so I shot at him.

- Luckily, he only winged me.

So, I kept on running.

You don't want to know

what my night was like!

(Chuckling)

- No, I'm dying to know.

Seriously, I'm curious.

- I didn't want to take a chance

by going somewhere and getting pinched,

so I spent the night outside.

I stole a hoodie off a bum,

pounded a few cups of coffee,

'cause I knew it'd be a long night.

I made myself a nice Band-Aid

with some napkins.

All I could find for the pain

was some ecstasy.

That's it.

- You're a hero!

When I first saw you,

I thought,

"Here's just another Anglo,"

but you're much more than that.

- Thank you.

- This is the composite sketch

of the scumbag.

If you see him, call my voicemail

and leave it a message.

10-4!

(Groaning)

- You little prick!

- Looks real, Boss.

(Groaning)

- Doctor's here?

- Yeah, he's standby.

- Tsk!

Well, go get him.

(Breathing heavily)

- When do you wanna wrap it up?

- I don't.

It can't just look real. It has to be real.

So we follow protocol.

Everything by the book.

There's too much riding on this already.

- So, you really shot your friend?

- Yes, I did.

- Just to be sure, boss,

we're not friends, right?

(All laughing)

- Doc, go easy

when you pull the bandage off.

(Groaning)

What the f***?

What's he doing with that?

- Hey, hey. Shut up.

(Groaning)

- What's he doing?

(Beeping)

- Loaded with caffeine.

Amphetamines, too.

- Hmm!

- He needs stitches.

- Mike...

Come on, man. Untie him.

Get him a drink. Let's go.

- Thanks, Michel.

- Call me Michel one more time,

and I'll rip your head off.

- Michel, I'll have a scotch

with just one ice cube, please.

(Chuckling)

- Ah! It's good to have you back, Davey.

I don't want you to worry.

The doctor's gonna fix you up.

And here...

Buy yourself some new clothes,

'cause you smell like a homeless hooker.

Your apartment's burned.

So Mikey's gonna set you up

with a room upstairs. Yeah?

- Thanks, you won't regret it.

- Oh, I have no regrets.

It's the people who f*** with me

who have regrets.

- Where's that scotch, Michel?

(Breathing shallowly)

(Sighing)

- It's not the Ritz,

but your neighbours are cute!

After last night,

we're changing things up.

- What do you mean?

- Deliver right to the main garage.

We need 25 cars in 5 days.

- 25 in 5? We just lost half our team!

- I've got new guys starting tonight.

- The deadline is new. What's the deal?

- It's none of your goddamn business!

You're early!

- I'm doing the day shift.

Oh!

I thought no guys

were allowed upstairs!

- He's your roommate for the week.

- You can put him in my room

if he's afraid to sleep alone.

I don't bite.

And I like bad boys!

- Your rockstar suite.

- Wow!

Are you the one I call for room service?

- Don't touch my girls.

You owe me a pickup truck.

I want it by 3:
00.

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

- Try me.

(Electronics beeping)

(Engine revving,

tires screeching)

- Oh!

You trust him?

- Well, he's one of our best.

- No, that's not what I asked.

- Yeah, I trust him.

- You vouch for him?

- Yes.

- It's on you, then.

- Wow!

You're deep undercover.

- There's no time for your jokes.

- One man...

sacrifices everything

and faces destiny

to clean the filthy business

of the curling world.

He's gonna clean it,

armed with a gun and a broom.

Martin Ward is...

Balls of Stone.

(Snorting)

(Both laughing)

- How's the shoulder?

- It's OK.

You didn't have to go that far,

but it worked. They believed me.

I was scared shitless.

I thought they were going to kill me!

- Hmm...

- And thanks for the composite sketch!

It was so good, I had to...

(Chuckling)

Wow!

Federal gets quite the budget!

- Mm-hmm!

- We'd be two of us in a garden shed

with an iPhone 4.

(Chuckling)

- OK, time to information share.

What do you know about DiPietro?

- He's been working

for the Caprese family forever.

But I was recruited by Mike Dubois.

It's only been three months

since DiPietro showed up

and started running things.

- What we've gathered

is that DiPietro's been sidelined

by the godfather himself,

and he's none too happy about it.

- You think he's ready to flip?

- We hope that's the case, yes.

We squeeze him hard enough, he gives us

everybody at the top of the food chain.

- That's why he wants a side business.

- But it doesn't make any sense.

Why dabble in stolen cars

when there's more money to be had in drugs?

- I tried explaining it to you,

but then you started shooting at me.

They've been talking about

a client for a while.

I don't know what or who it is,

but I know it's big.

The only change is the deadline:

they want 25 cars in 5 days.

And we're not going

to the transit warehouse anymore.

We go straight to the main garage.

Here's the address.

- Well, then, from now on,

I'm gonna be in your head 24/7.

With this little device,

you'll be able to hear me.

If anything goes wrong,

I can be there within minutes.

You put it in your ear.

- I know, but how...

- Turn it on here.

- OK.

And you'll hear me when I talk?

- Oh yes!

- Cool!

(Chuckling)

That was some reunion!

What are the odds that you'd raid

the spot I was working undercover?

- Fairly high, I would imagine,

since our job depends

on being in the wrong place

at the right time.

(Both chuckling)

- And you? How's the family?

- Never better.

My sister married an 86-year-old

somewhat senile banker.

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