Bon Cop Bad Cop 2 Page #9

- I can't hack in, but the tracker is up.

- That's impossible, MC.

I'm here in the Consulate.

They have the guys and the computers.

- I have the tracker! It's moving!

It's on the move, but it must be

hooked up to a generator.

- OK. Don't lose it.

Keep your line open.

And don't say a damn word

until I call you back. Clear?

- Clear!

- Um, when did you get them into custody?

- The suspects were brought in

at about 8:
00 p.m. yesterday evening.

- Then you have the wrong computers.

Sh*t is still blowing up!

Three more cars exploded this morning,

which tells me that this mission

is still very much in progress.

- Put your hands behind your head.

Put your hands behind your head! Do it now.

Turn the f*** around!

- What the f***?

- I knew you were an a**hole.

But a traitor?

- You've got it wrong.

You've got it wrong! I am a patriot.

You see, all of those

cars are gonna blow up

in front of mosques in my country.

We're not gonna stand for these

extremist, radical sons of b*tches anymore!

- And killing innocent

people is your solution?

- Oh, here comes the liberal,

bleeding-heart rhetoric

from the more stupid breed of Canadian:

the French one!

No one is innocent!

No one!

How do you fight cancer? By talking to it?

No! You eradicate it. You kill it!

And I'm not even talking

about an eye for an eye here.

If someone sends one of my own to hospital,

I will send 3 of theirs

to see Allah himself.

(Groaning)

- Oh yeah? You want to

meet a real hardhead?

(Both panting)

- You OK?

- Oh yeah!

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

(Grunting)

- Let's go!

MC? Are you there?

- Yes!

- OK. You need to get in touch with

the authorities in every major city.

They're to look for cars parked near

mosques, the drivers waiting inside them.

- Already on it, sir!

- David, lose the gun. Lose the gun.

- What?

(Alarm beeping)

Monsieur?

Shhh!

Without the gun,

he wouldn't have given us the car.

Well, maybe.

- MC, can you hear me?

- Yes, Boss!

- Still have the signal? You need to guide

us. We're going east on President-Kennedy.

- You should be close.

He just stopped.

- There! The armoured truck.

That must be it.

- Sh*t!

- Yes, there it goes!

- That's it! We've got it.

Watch out!

(Horn honking)

Sh*t!

No space, no space!

- There's plenty of room!

- Sh*t!

- It's tight, but we'll make it.

(Tires screeching)

(Grunting)

(Both grunting)

I knew we'd make it!

- Sh*t!

- Are you crazy?

- That's it. We're police officers.

There's no way out!

Open the doors slowly and come out.

We won't hurt you.

All we wanna do is talk to you.

(Man):
God bless America!

(Gunshot)

(Body thudding)

- No! Oh sh*t!

(Beeping)

F***!

- Tabernak!

- Goddammit!

MC!

- I'm listening.

- Can you shut this thing down?

- No, but I found the GPS coordinates

of some of the cars.

- Give them to Logan.

Have him call all the local authorities.

- I'm on it, Boss!

- Keep me posted!

- There's no time to find the cars and disarm them!

- I know!

- We have to get the truck

out of signal range.

- We could submerge it.

That might work. It has to work.

- Submerge it! That's good!

But how the f*** do we do that?

I know! We'll call the fire department...

Open up!

- I love you, my friend.

- Man, those pills are strong!

Martin, don't do this to me!

Oh, sorry!

Police! I need your bike.

- F*** you, dude!

- I'm a cop!

- I don't give a sh*t!

- Ayoye!

- You a**hole! This is

going on YouTube, pig!

What's your badge number?

- 728!

- F*** you!

- Jesus!

- Martin!

- David, seriously?

- Hey, Martin!

Martin! Mart...

What's your problem?

- David, get off! Let me do this!

- What are you doing?

- Please, get off! Don't do this to me!

- You wanna die? You'll have to kill me!

- Just get the f*** out of the way!

- No way! You're my partner!

You want to drive into the river?

Fine! Let's drive into the river!

- Get out of the way!

Get out of the f***ing way!

Jesus, David!

- Oh sh*t!

- You f***ing hot dog, teenager,

sh*t-disturbing Quebecois

de f***ing tte de cochon

de tabernak!

- Your French is coming along great!

Immersion really works!

I'm sure the computer system is down now!

- We need to be sure.

It's still on!

Seven minutes left.

NEW YORK MOSQUE:

(Horns honking, sirens wailing)

- No way! F*** the Bruins, bro!

Let's go see the Knicks!

- Ah, come on, man!

They're playing the Penguins!

- Stef, we can see that redneck sh*t

whenever we want!

Besides, basketball is way cooler.

I mean, hockey doesn't have cheerleaders.

(Laughing)

- All right, all right. You got me.

BOSTON MOSQUE:

I'll meet you there. We'll

split the plane ticket.

Deal?

- Deal.

- OK.

- Right there.

(Grunting)

(Panting)

F***!

What do we do now?

(Choir):
Alleluia

Mercredi matin, I'empereur,

sa femme et Le petit prince

Sont Venus Chez moi

pour me serrer la pince

Comme j'tais partie

Le petit prince a dit

(Rock music)

Police! Disperse!

- "Disperse?" Where do you think you are?

Police! Get the f*** out of the way!

- F*** you!

No, no! F***!

Don't shoot, don't shoot! J'ai pas de gun!

(Officers shouting, indistinct)

- Stef!

(Officer):
Answer me!

On the ground, on the ground!

(Siren wailing)

- Dcalice! Get out of the way!

Can you go any faster? Come on!

- Don't touch that!

- Sh*t! Ah!

(Beeping)

Yeah! Yeah!

That's it! That's it!

OK, get it down.

- I don't know how!

- Come back straight!

- "Come back straight"?

This isn't a freaking scooter!

- You need to go down!

- I know!

Don't touch it! One thing at a time!

It's not that one! You've tried it

four times already!

- Push them all! Come on!

- You think it worked?

- I don't know.

- How can we find out?

(Breathing heavily)

(Cell buzzing)

- Yes?

- It's me.

Look, I did... I did something really bad.

I'm sorry, Dad. I... I need you.

- Where are you, son?

- I'm in New York.

I drove a stolen car here.

- Where's the car now?

- It's across the street. I just left it.

The cops are here looking for me.

- Did the car blow up?

- What? No! Why? What

are you talking about?

- Everything is gonna be fine.

- Dad, I'm scared.

- Listen to me.

You're gonna walk.

You don't take the subway.

You walk for 20 minutes.

- Where?

- In any direction.

Just away from there. All right?

After 20 minutes, you're gonna hail a cab,

and you're gonna go to

the Canadian consulate.

- I don't know where that is.

- It's near Rockefeller Center.

All right? They'll be waiting for you.

When you get there, you call me, you hear?

- Yeah.

- Everything's going to be OK, son.

- I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry.

- Just start walking.

- I love you, Dad.

- Me too. So much.

Now go!

- OK.

(Horn honking)

(Martin breathing heavily)

(Laughing)

(Martin talking, indistinct)

- We did it!

- What?

- He's alive!

- Whoo-hoo!

( Alive by Anik Jean and Arkells )

If we try to survive

Oh, oh

Feel my heart

I'm alive

Oh, oh...

- Oh!

(Both crying)

- It's over, man.

(Music)

If we try to survive

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