Bon Cop Bad Cop 2 Page #5

- Look, I'm sorry...

- The paper we gave you on your way in.

- The reason for my impatience...

In fact, the entire visit here...

(Keyboard clicking)

- I'm sorry, sir. No one can see you today.

But if you want to come back tomorrow,

I'm sure I can get you on another list.

- F*** you!

- You're beautiful.

- You too.

But I don't miss your biker look.

- I don't believe you! You love bad boys!

(Chuckling)

- How'd you do that?

- I have an in with your tenant.

- I knew I was right to remarry you!

You're the perfect man:

you're never here, so you feel bad

and do cute things like this!

Hang on.

You OK?

- No. This is tough.

- I know, my love.

But it's almost over.

- It's never over.

Sometimes I wonder why I do all this,

just to catch a couple crooks.

Then the trial will take years,

and if any evidence gets thrown out,

the whole thing goes down the drain!

- Can you put my husband on?

My man never talks this way.

Do you know him?

- No. What's he like?

- He's a stubborn bastard

with a bad temper,

but he's the bravest, most honest,

most determined man there is.

- Go on.

- He's an alpha male.

He doesn't quit until he wins.

I should know. He won me over twice!

- I don't deserve you!

- I know.

- What are you doing?

Stop it! You're hot even when

you're being ridiculous!

- Really?

(Chuckling)

(Knocking on door)

- Shhh, shhh, shhh!

- David!

- What are you doing?

- All! All!

Are you there?

- Yes, I'm here, my love.

Sorry, it was work.

That's a lie. I'm not at a motel.

- I know! You wouldn't be

a good undercover cop with me.

OK, I'll let you go.

I want to enjoy my ice cream.

OK?

Mmm!

- Oh! You're so mean!

(Chuckling)

- Bye!

- Bye!

(Both talking, indistinct)

(Cell ringing)

- Hold on a second.

How'd you get my number?

- Son, how are you?

- Fine. Great, actually.

- Good! That's good.

Uh, I'm in Montreal.

- Why?

- Working.

- Well, I don't have time to...

Wait, did you track me down?

- No!

That doesn't matter.

Son... we need to talk.

- What could there

possibly be to talk about?

- Jonathan...

- Look, don't call me again, OK?

I'll call you if I need to talk.

Have a good night, Martin.

- Martin?

(Cell hitting table)

(Sighing)

- Make it quick.

- Watch this.

- Yeah, why you showing me this?

- There's something strange here.

- Boss! Come here! We've got something!

- They only put their guns down

after he says something into his mic.

Check this out!

There, he says:
"Put your guns down!"

But then he mutters something else.

Right here.

- Sh*t!

- Huh!

(Sniffling)

OK.

- I'm pulling you out, David.

- No, no, no!

- It's getting too dangerous.

- Hey... I'm a big boy. It's

been a year, and I'm fine.

- It's a miracle! So let's accept

that and get you out of there alive!

We don't even know

if DiPietro is still the key!

- We just need a break,

and it'll all come together!

- You sound like a rookie

trying to prove a point.

Is that how you're gonna teach

your daughter to be a cop?

- What?

F*** you!

F*** you!

At least I can teach her something

'cause she still talks to me!

- Oh, that's it?

I'm your boss. You're done.

- My boss?

- That's right! Your boss.

- It's true. He is your boss!

- Shut up!

- Ta yeule!

(Cell buzzing)

Yeah?

OK. I'm on my way.

- You've been burned, David. Get out!

- He has problems with authority. Like me.

- You wanted to talk, Boss?

- We need you to do a...

- I wasn't talking to you.

- a delivery to Maine, the Mustang.

Hurry and you'll be back tonight.

- Give it to a kid.

If I'm in Maine, I can't steal cars,

and I can't make money.

- Here's $2,000.

Should cover your gas, a Happy Meal,

a bus ticket home.

You keep the change.

- OK!

- OK, let's go.

- Excuse me?

Michel...

you said "let's."

Sometimes "let's" excludes the speaker,

but it sounded like you meant both of us.

- Uh-huh.

- You can't do this to me!

You can't do this to me!

There's no way we'll agree on music.

I bet he listens to dance music.

You look like a dance-music guy.

- What?

- Hostie, he does listen to dance!

- OK, look, you go straight from A to B.

You don't stop.

And I'm talking if the Brazilian women's

volleyball team's bus breaks down,

and they're naked on the side of the road,

you don't stop.

Clear?

- Clear.

Thanks, Boss. Thanks, Michel.

Oh, uh...

The keys?

Are they in the usual place?

( Beatboxing )

Hey, General! You decided to swing by?

- I just wanted to be sure you were safe.

- I'm touched. I really appreciate it.

- Don't take it personally.

I'm just doing my job.

- Everything's fine. Otherwise,

the little guy would be with me.

- I'll just make sure

nobody's on your tail.

- You're so possessive!

( On My Own by Anik Jean )

I don't know what they want

I don't care what they say

I've gotta go, go, go on my own

How can I be on my own?

No one knows what's going on

- How many are ready?

- Fifteen. And we're still

waiting on a few more.

- How long do we have to wait?

- Oh, not long.

- Not long is not a number.

- 36 hours, and we got it sealed tight,

tighter than a nun's p*ssy, no offense.

- None taken. I'm Muslim.

(Chuckling)

- This f***ing guy!

- What are they saying?

Don't we have another angle?

- Let's try something.

- David, are you there?

- Yeah, I'm here. The rendezvous point

is an old truck stop.

- Anything suspicious?

- Nope.

Looks fine, but the client isn't here.

There's police everywhere.

He won't show up right away.

- OK. Don't leave the car.

Keep me up to speed.

- OK, but I really have to piss.

- OK, but go quick.

Get straight back to the car.

- Yes, Dad!

- What's the timer for?

- Yes, b*tch! I've got you!

Look, Boss!

We've got their computer's camera and mic!

- I'll have the satellite up

in less than 4 minutes.

- Satellite?

- And you rigged it

in accordance to the specs?

- Yeah, I mean, more or less.

You know, we're not doing

the full-meal deal.

- Well, enough to do some damage,

but not enough to end up on the news.

- Excellent point, Mike.

You'll still be impressed.

- I'll be the judge of that.

- F***!

They're going to blow up the car

by satellite! That's brilliant!

- David! David!

David, are you in the car?

- Yes, Dad! I lifted the seat

and washed my hands.

- No, no! Get out of the car.

- Make up your mind, Dad!

"Stay in the car. Get away from the car."

You know the key to good parenting

is consistency, right?

- David, get away from the car.

It's gonna blow in less than 3 minutes.

- What?

- David, you've been made!

They're testing their satellite,

and you're the crash-test dummy!

- Wait! What satellite?

- They're gonna blow up the car

by satellite signal! Get out now!

(Siren wailing)

F***, David! What are you doing?

- I can't leave the car here.

There's a ton of people around!

- Sh*t!

(Horn honking)

F***, David! Calice!

- Come on!

Ah, sh*t!

- What?

- Cops!

- Uh, the car seems to be moving.

- What?

- Why is it moving? Mike?

- I don't know.

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