Bon Cop Bad Cop 2 Page #7

- I'll get my team together.

We'll go back in, get those computers out.

We need the FBI to believe

us, or we're done.

- Shaking again?

Is it that hard for you

to be alone in a room with me?

- You wish!

- What is it?

- I'm cold.

- What is it?

This isn't the first time. What's going on?

(Sighing)

- I'm sick, David.

Very.

- What is it?

- I have Lou Gehrig's disease.

- OK.

Who's Lou Gehrig?

- He was a baseball player.

Had one of the first known cases.

- I don't know baseball.

Is it like Parkinson's?

- Well...

It's a degenerative disease.

I'm slowly losing control

of my motor functions.

So... one by one,

things will shut down.

And the fun part is,

you never know what, when or in what order.

Just that they're all gonna go. Eventually.

It's like Russian roulette.

Hey, Martin.

What are you gonna lose today?

The ability to swallow...

or speak?

- That could take years.

- Not many. Six, maybe seven.

And the last few aren't

that much fun, so I hear.

(Sighing)

- There must be medication.

- Yeah. I'm taking them.

They slow it down, but...

- I'm sorry, man.

(Breathing deeply)

Calice!

And you thought being stuck with me was

the worst thing that could happen to you?

- Oh, it still is.

(Both chuckling)

I want...

I need to win this one.

I don't wanna step down...

just a sick, old man.

You know?

- You won't.

You won't.

(Birds chirping)

- Gentlemen!

You're good to go.

- Huh?

- Everything checked out.

- There are about 25 more cars, we think,

rigged just like this one.

- We don't know when the

sh*t's gonna go down,

but we think it's

gonna be pretty soon.

- So what's our next move?

- I don't know.

- You don't know what your next move is?

- Oh, my next move?

My next move is to escort

you to the border,

shake your hands,

thank you kindly and wish you luck.

And your next move

will be to file all the necessary paperwork

that we're gonna need

to conclude this investigation.

But your superiors

are gonna explain all of that to you,

in both official languages,

when you return.

Oh, and gents, next time you feel like

crashing into my backyard

and stirring up a shitstorm,

do me a favour:
call me first

so I can tell you to stay

the f*** away from my country!

- What an a**hole!

- He kind of reminds me of you when we met.

- Where is everybody?

- The big boss pulled the plug, Boss.

- Why are you still here, then?

- My boss is you, Boss. Not your boss.

- What?

- Don't ask me.

- There's no signal. I don't understand.

What the f***?

- Are they still in the garage?

- No.

- Don't you have a tracker

on the device you had David switch?

- Yes, but there's no signal.

- OK. The consulate.

- We can't touch them.

They're on American soil.

Besides, we don't even know

if they're still there.

- F***ing f*** the f*** the f***ing f***!

- Always one move behind.

- OK.

Jen!

- Are you sure he's here?

- Yes, the bartender kept me in touch.

There is hardly anyone left.

- We're closed! Don't you have a watch?

- Oh! I'm sorry!

My watch is still on Vancouver time,

which means we've still

got several hours left.

So step right back inside.

- Salut!

Remember me?

I don't know this Lou Gehrig,

but he must've been a hell of a player!

Sorry, too soon?

(Screaming)

- F***!

- Police! Everybody out!

We're looking for a Mike.

(Groaning)

- OK, everybody out! Mike!

Michel!

Mikey!

I know you're here, Mikey!

(Jen whimpering)

- OK, easy! Easy there!

- Mike!

Don't make me shoot. Let her go.

She didn't know I was a cop!

- There's no way out.

The place is surrounded.

- Shut up! I'm getting out of here,

or I slit her throat. Got it?

- Mike!

Let her go, and we'll put

our guns down so we can talk.

- What kind of idiot do you think I am?

(Cops):
Mike!

- Don't move!

- Nobody's died yet.

You can still get out of this.

- Shut up! I'll bleed her dry, goddammit!

- Mike! Mike! Mike! Mike! Mike!

Calm down! Look!

I'm putting down my gun.

- David! Don't!

- Let him go. He'll kill her.

- No! No!

- Put your gun down!

- Drop it!

- Martin!

- Tell him to drop it!

- No!

You listen to me.

If you hurt that girl, I will shoot you,

you intolerable piece of sh*t!

(Yelping)

(Screaming)

(Roaring)

- You f***ing psychopath!

Abusive motherfucking pimp!

You won't be grabbing anyone's ass anymore!

- OK, OK, OK!

(Panting)

OK, two more?

What do you think, Martin?

- Yeah, two's right.

But not too hard, we need to talk to him.

(Grunting)

- OK, it's over.

- We have to go.

- That f***ing b*tch!

- Are you all right?

- Mm-hmm.

- As soon as we're gone, call 911.

- Aren't you the police?

- Yes, but no.

You understand?

- No, but yes.

- As soon as we leave, call 911.

Tell them someone's been seriously injured.

Then get out.

Make sure you're gone before they get here.

You have a boyfriend?

Good. Go to his place

and stay there until I call you.

I'll call you when this is all over.

Then you can teach me some of those moves.

OK?

Thanks, Jen.

(Mike grunting)

- You can't do this, motherfuckers!

- Wow! That was quick!

- I learned from the best.

Sh*t!

- What?

- My son! He tried to call me!

- Cool, that's a good sign!

I knew you'd work it out!

- You a**holes...

(Mike grunting, dog barking)

- So, tell us everything

you know right now,

and we might be willing to deal.

- You can shove your deals up your ass!

(Chuckling)

- I know you, Mike.

You're a liar, a thief and a cheat.

All about cash and chicks.

But you're no killer.

- Money has that effect on certain people.

- You think I'm scared of the police?

You gonna hit me with a phonebook

if I don't talk?

- Hey.

Look around, you moron.

Does this look like a police station?

You think we brought you

here to finger paint

and take pictures of your ugly face?

I'll rearrange your face!

Sh*t! F***!

My wife!

- What?

- It's my wife!

(Grunting)

Hide him! Hide him!

- David?

- Hello!

Did I wake you?

(Sighing)

- It doesn't matter.

What are you doing?

(Muttering)

- Working.

(Clearing throat)

- You have blood on your hand.

- Huh?

Oh, yeah! Would you look at that!

(Grunting)

- Is someone with you?

- No.

Oh, him? That's just Martin.

- Martin! Well, I...

- My love, you can't go in the garage.

- You'd better not be putting us

in danger with your bullshit.

- No way!

Trust me!

(Sighing)

- We'll talk about this later.

- OK.

Thank you, my love! I love you!

I'm in big trouble.

- She's crazy about you.

Lucky prick!

(Mike):
Aaah!

- Oh, sh*t!

(Wheezing)

- Come on, Michel!

(Breathing heavily)

Don't swallow this! It's bad

for your health! (Coughing)

- I know where you live!

I'll slit your wife's throat!

- What did you say?

Listen! You tell me what I need

to know right now, or I'll...

- Or what? You think I'm scared

of a few punches in the face?

- Listen to me,

you worthless speck of dog sh*t!

My wife is gone, my son won't talk to me,

and I'm dying.

So if you think I give a flying f***

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