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Nick, be good.

Ladies, are we
having a good time?

Shayla, you know you're
my brown sugar Barbie.

And you're
my Asian daddy.

You're a naughty girl,
Shayla.

-Wait. I'll be right back.
-Don't tease me.

You ready?

My God.

Okay, jus... Yes. Yes.

Bounce the mouse, big daddy!
Bounce the mouse! Spank me!

You are the nastiest
of all girls.

-Cool.
-Damn it.

Hold that thought.
I gotta go. Screen shot.

-Looking good.
-We call those "ladies."

But of course, you wouldn't know that
because you've never been with one before.

Come on, man.

That old hackers being nerds
clich�, that's pretty dated now.

I do a'ight.

Okay, the encoded cell phone
is nearly done.

And all I gots to do is slap
a little Bone Machine on it.

Stop talking.
Just get me a secure line.

And stop speaking to me
as if I care.

There you go.

God, I hate you so much.

Eavesdropping here.

It's Griffin.

You owe me a million dollars
and a sincere apology.

Antonio.
What are you talking about?

In the language of bribes, taking
the money equals "I accept."

I see that you took the money,
so we have an implied agreement.

The commissioner of ports
is a team player. Yay!

Then my shipment gets busted?
Come on. Boo.

Your shipment was held up 'cause I didn't
get the money. Thought you called it off.

-You had a job to do.
-I have a job to do when I get my...

Is my guy there?
Tell him to wait.

Wait! He said wait.
Antonio, listen, please.

-If I knew the deal was still on, I would...
-Put it on speaker, please.

There. Now I feel like
I'm participating.

Now... go for it.

ANTONIO: So, if he
didn't get the money,

find out who in my organization
stole from me and kill them.

Shit.

Now, my little lovely,
where were we?

I got my eye
on our man, Troy.

That's the biggest MCAT dealer
south of Knoxville right there.

We got 100K
in impound cash

and a lieutenant
with real trust issues.

This could get interesting.

Ready, partner?

All day, every day.

Twice on Sundays.

Stay frosty out there, Mayfield.
This guy can be trigger happy.

Don't worry.
I got your back.

MAN: I got your back too, James.
Way before he had your back.

What part of "Stay off the goddamn
mike" don't you understand, Ben?

You're just a beat cop
one month out the academy.

-You're lucky I let you shadow us. Now shut up.
-Copy that.

James, real quick, just before I start
shadowing, I don't know about this Mayfield guy.

I mean, he's big and all, and that's
fine if we trying to start a rap label.

But we're here
to be detectives.

And you know what you need to
be a detective? A big brain.

-I'm not convinced you got a big brain inside that tiny head.
-So say you.

It's a physiological
impossibility.

Look who's breaking out
the double-point Scrabble words.

Everybody
just be quiet.

And, Ben, stay off
the goddamn radio.

These are them now,
boss.

-Got what we need?
-Cash first.

Must be a misunderstanding.

Look, we can do this
two ways...

Our way or the hard way.

Which is our way anyway.

Well, since you put it that
way, we got ourselves a deal.

Shit. It's a gun.
Zoom in.

Guys, I'm coming out there
right now.

Sit tight.
James' orders.

You don't know James like I do.
That's the look of needing Ben.

He's shaking with terror!
That's my partner out there!

You hear me? I'm coming in hot!
Call it in.

-Why you wanna go and do that?
-Just hand over that cash, and we got ourselves a deal.

-Now, are you sure you wanna go this route?
-I'm sure.

The hell?

One second.
Shit.

Sh...
Come on, turn off.

Goddamn it.
Stop.

Did I interrupt
something?

Did I break up
your party?

Funny thing is,

I see all these muscle cars,

but I don't see no muscle.

-Boss, you want me to put a slug in this one first?
-That supposed to scare me?

Let me ask you a question. Would
you be scared if you knew this?

That's that Muay Thai
kicking back in.

Muscle memory.
Unconscious.

Are you eyeballing me?

You sneaking up on me?

'Cause this is all open.

Kick move!

Is that yours?

Mayfield!

I got you, James!
Gimme... I got him!

Foot chase!

Foot chase!

-Hey! Ben!
-Everybody move! Police!

Damn pig.

Thanks for the ride.

Hold on.

Shit!

God.

Stop!

-Ben, move!
-You think I'm playing games?

Move!

No, he didn't!

James! Watch out!
Watch out!

Shit!

James.

-What, did we kill him?
-Just a little fender-bender.

Little fender-bender,
my ass!

Get up!

That's for shooting
my partner.

What you got here?

This looks like
more than just drugs.

BEN: Mayfield is out for weeks because
of you, and you bring him flowers?

It's a bad choice.

I disagree.

-I'm the only one that got Mayfield something.
-You the one that got him shot!

I went to the gift shop.
They had two choices.

He's not pregnant, so I went with this.
It was a better fit.

-Just get rid of them.
-Fine.

Hey, man, congratulations. Everybody
heard about what you did.

-All right.
-TOGETHER: What do you got?

Are you gonna head this one?
Go, go.

Yeah.

What you got for me?

I tried to get into this,
and it fried my computer.

-It's like it's got acid for blood.
-Aliens.

-Go.
-I've never seen a device locked this tight.

-Someone encrypted this to a level we can't crack.
-Hackers.

Like, freelance hackers. Which
would make a hacker a fracker.

Do you ever listen to the
shit that fly out your mouth?

-No.
-This is next-level hacking.

The only way we got lucky is because our
guy has an ego and he left his tag.

-Who would do that?
-This guy, out of Miami.

He look like
a low-budget-ass Jackie Chan.

-That was a good one.
-I know.

And get this.
His handle is Bone Machine.

Let me talk to Brooks.

You want me
to come with you?

No.

So Troy is trying to become the new
kingpin of Atlanta, and what do you do?

Lose a hundred grand of the city's money, wind
up completely destroying a parking structure.

You get your partner shot?
Nice.

Well, in his defense, Mayfield
wasn't his true partner.

The grown-ups
are speaking, Ben.

Get me something on this guy. I've got three,
maybe four days before I have to let him go.

I found a guy in Miami that
encrypted Troy's flash drive.

I think he can lead me
to Troy's supplier.

I need to go down there and scoop this
dude up. Two days, tops. Milk run.

Good. So get a team
together and fix this.

What was that?
Something went in there.

Did it get you too, or no?

Pollen or something.
I don't know.

I'm free though, so if you guys
wanna put that team together...

But you're not a detective, Ben. You're
barely even a probationary officer.

-After this mess, you're about an inch from being fired.
-Okay, listen.

Sir, you can't teach
what I have.

I'm like a cat.

I'm like half cop, half puma,
but I'm all detective.

Like, I'll get in your ass.

You know what? The psych department
wants me to take less responsibility.

James, Mr. Barber here is still in his work
placement, so if you wanna take him to Miami you can.

But if he screws up
in any way, it's on you.

Come on.

No. Everybody's busy.
I'll fly solo.

All right.

What was that, man? You're supposed
to have my back back there, James.

-We family. Family's not supposed to let shit go down like...
-Wait, stop. Stop.

It's not about family. It's not about
friends. It's not about feelings.

-It's about you not knowing how serious this work is.
-I know how serious this work is.

-That's why I know I need to be on the team.
-No, you don't.

You're just a rookie. You got lucky on
your first little police case, man.

That was the worst thing to ever happen
to you. Turned you into a monster.

Now you think you're ready,
but you're not.

James, I am ready, man!

You need to take me so I can prove it to
you, the lieutenant and everybody else.

You don't gotta prove nothing to me.
You almost got us killed.

Don't let one incident
define me.

You trying to say that
with a straight face?

-Do you wanna be responsible for ruining my career?
-I don't care!

And you shouldn't either. You're
getting married in a week.

Stay here and help Angela
with the wedding.

You said it's a milk run. Two days, tops.
Those are your words.

I can't go back to marry
Angela as no scrub.

You told me to prove myself. That's
what I'm trying to do! Let me do it!

Nope.
You don't listen.

James, what I'm...
Listen!

It's bullshit, James,
not taking me to Miami.

That's ridiculous, man.

I am ready to be a detective.
I'm 100% ready.

MAN:
What's up, Black Hammer?

Move, AssFace. I'm not in the mood
right now. Y'all done made me mad.

I'm-a show Lieutenant Brooks.
I'm-a show all y'all.

People, get out of my way.
I'm getting in my zone.

I don't care. I'm-a show you
what happens when you chase me.

That's what happen when you
make Ben mad. Spin out.

And take it out.

-Yeah. I see a car I want. Get out the car, Grandma.
-You need some help?

Get your Bengay-using ass out the car.
Get your old ass on that ground.

-This ain't a game to me.
-GRANDMA: Bitch!

Where'd she get the bat from?
Grandma... Hey. Hey!

-Grandma playing dirty.
-We turning it up now.

She pulled a gun out her ass? Grandma,
it ain't even got to go here.

I just got shot
by a grandma!

WOMAN #2: That is why I hired
you, Cori. You're the best.

I know. We have
12 tables over here.

If we put flower arrangements at about half,
then we can do a vase with crystal around it.

-I love it.
-Cori?

Ben.

I didn't know we were
having a meeting today.

I didn't get that memo.

We just thought we could do some
last-minute wedding details, that's all.

W-without me?

Well, if that's the case,
then I'll just...

Listen from afar.

Hmph.

Thank you, Ben.

Yep.

I am so excited
to tell you,

my associate has the best hydrangea
connection in all of Atlanta.

No.

For the final seating chart, I've
decided to move everyone to table five

because I don't want anything
overshadowing your wedding.

-Perfect.
-Table five, that's the perfect table.

No, we can't
sit them there.

Why?

We can't put my uncle and Carol at the same
table. They used to be on that stuff together.

You want all these people Electric Sliding
all night? That's what'll happen.

Fine. I'll move him.
But...

Angela, no! You're
not moving anyone.

Ben. You've had
your opportunity.

And you've ignored them all.
Let me ask you a question.

Have you looked at my Dreamboard I posted
online? My color wheel? My glam shots?

Why am I going back and forth with you?
This is my wedding!

And I got a vision
for my wedding.

A magnificent vision
that will not be ignored by you.

She's not ignoring.

Baby, she is
ignoring it.

-She hasn't addressed it.
-Excuse me.

What are you all walkin' up,
all swellin' up?

Do you know the level
of who you're dealing with?

I'm a first-ballot
hall of famer.

-I crap out high-end clients.
-That's a little too much information for me.

And they keep coming back.
Why? Because I have taste.

I'm not gonna do this with you. The
reason why is because... -Baby. Baby.

Just help me up.
I'm not intimidated by you.

I'm a cop. Real badge. Authentic.
What you gonna do is respect it.

Also respect the fact
that you are my employee!

-Your employee?
-That's right.

Don't you step...

Look, cop.

What you need to do is,
you need to step the hell back

and let me create
the wedding of your dreams!

What I'm gonna do
is step up!

-No!
-I'm sick of this shit.

Ben.

So I guess we'll go
with my vision now.

Get out of my house, Cori!

ANGELA: Look, just let Cori do her
job, which is to plan the wedding.

Cori's job should be
to show a little respect.

I specifically told Cori,
I said, "No hydrangeas."

And what does she show up
here with? Hydrangeas!

ANGELA: I keep forgetting
that you're the bride.

Why does nobody want
to show me respect?

That's what
I wanna know, Ange.

I respect you.

Well, obviously not, because we're sitting
here talking about my passion and...

I respect that.

I do. A lot.

Practice run
for the wedding night?

Yeah.
I mean, we're here.

I'm taking you into custody.

You are going down...

town.

Well, I like that.
'Cause of the play on words.

Yeah... What are you...

What is that? What you trying to do?
No, stop. Don't do that.

Stop.

You have the right
to stay silent.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything...

Let me stop you right here.
I want you to Mirandize me.

I want you to Mirandize
the hell out of me.

But first I need to go in that bathroom and
wash all this Atlanta crime off my butt.

When I'm done, I'm-a come out
clean and give myself to the law.

Take me.
Handcuff me to the bed.

Babe, put that baton down. You break
it, I'm-a have to pay for it.

What is going on in my stomach?
I gotta get in the bathroom.

Okay.

Hey, Sis.
Everything okay?

I need you to do something
for me, for the wedding.

If this is about me
not bringing a date...

That's not what
I'm calling you about.

I was wondering, did you get
me a gift for the wedding yet?

Sound like
you want a favor.

BEN:
Ange!

Ben really wants
to go to Miami.

He told me
you wouldn't take him.

Hell no. You crazy?

-It would mean so much to him.
-I don't care what it'd mean to him.

Look, is this about him or about you getting
him out of your hair for a few days?

BEN:
Ange!

A little bit of both.

No can do, Sis.
Get the dwarf a sedative.

-He's not going with me. This is way too important.
-He just wants to prove himself.

The answer is no.

Hello?

This girl crazy.

Now, why would you want me to
take this little flea to Miami?

To show what kind
of a idiot he i...

Baby?

-Baby!
-Yeah?

The door.
Someone's at the door.

All right.
They'll go away, Ange.

No, they're not.
They're not going away.

I learned my lesson.
I didn't break in.

-I see that, James.
-At least not this time.

What are you wearing?

"What am I wearing?" It's called a
kimono, James. They make them for men.

You need to
expand your horizons.

Well, just please don't bring
this bullshit to Miami with us.

Well, I won't br...

Wait a minute. Hold on.
Miami, James? I'm going?

-You taking me to Miami?
-I'm leaving in five minutes. You better hurry up.

Come here, man...

All right. It's too soon.
Baby steps. I'm okay with that.

I knew you were gonna change your mind, 'cause
when we were talking, you looked at me like...

And I was like, "He's thinking about
it." You were mulling it over.

I'm pumped up.

Okay.

This is
a little awkward, babe.

James wants me to go away with him for
a couple days on official police business.

I don't wanna go.
I don't.

But James needs me.

Okay, yeah. Baby,
do what you need to do.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Just make sure you're back in time
to make me Mrs. Black Hammer.

Yes! Of course!
I can't wait to get back.

Because as soon as I get here, you and I, we
are gonna marry the hell out of each other.

We are gonna marry
our asses off. Okay?

Give me three.

I love you.
All right.

You!
Hey, what can I say?

You just...
Miami!

-Hurry up.
-I'm hurrying.

Don't think I'm not grateful.

But why did you
change your mind?

Ben is never gonna
make detective.

And everybody on the
force knows this.

But he thinks if he makes this Miami run
with me that he'll prove us all wrong.

So I'm taking him
so he can see for hisself.

'Cause I don't wanna hear him
complaining for the rest of my life

that I never
gave him a chance.

You never know.
He may surprise you.

-I doubt it.
-He's done it before.

Beginner's luck.

Okay.

You'll be careful,
right?

Don't worry. I'll have your little
man child back here safe and sound.

He's all man.

-BEN: Hey, Ange?
-Yeah, babe?

-You know where my thong is?
-The silver or the gold?

-The silver one.
-Check my top right drawer.

Don't mix up our thongs again.

I'm out.

BEN:
I got 'em.

-They were in my panty drawer, not yours. Thank you.
-You're welcome!

Whoo! James!

Look at this, man!
James, do you see this?

This is Miami!
The 305!

Remember,
this ain't no vacation.

First thing we gonna do is go by
Miami PD, let them know we here.

You can't just slide in somebody's
backyard, start doing police work

without letting them know
you in town.

-If that's the case, we gotta stop so I can change.
-Why? What's the reason?

This is just wrong.

If linen is wrong,
I don't wanna be right.

-You look like you're in a damn cult.
-Tommy Bahama run a cult?

If so, good.
Where can I sign up?

If we're gonna be a team,
you gotta coordinate.

Listen to me, James. We gotta
complement each other.

I'm not trying to
complement no marshmallow.

A good detective knows how to blend in with
the locals so his prey never sees him coming.

Yeah, you blending,
all right.

The right gust of wind hit this
thing, I'm giving you '90s P. Diddy.

Yeah!

Whoo!

All right, wait here.

Why I gotta
wait here?

Why you gotta talk?

Detective,
I'm asking nicely.

Please.
I need a suspect.

You're
the Atlanta fella.

Captain Pedro Hernandez.
Honored to meet you.

Detective James Payton. We just
wanted to give you a heads-up.

We're gonna be working in your jurisdiction,
questioning a possible witness.

HERNANDEZ:
Thanks for the heads-up.

What?
Hydrangeas?

-What's up with this?
-The Antonio Pope Foundation's annual fund-raiser.

That's Antonio himself.
He's a big donor.

He owns one of the largest shipping
companies on the East Coast.

-What is your problem?
-You're at my desk.

-I'm sorry. I'm just looking at some floral arrangements.
-Well, don't.

Don't touch my computer. Don't look at
my computer. This stuff is sensitive.

That is fine.
I'll log out.

-You're gonna log out?
. Girl!

I said don't touch!

-It hurts. I know.
-James!

Soft-tissue
manipulation.

Pressure points.

-You should be able to get out of that.
-She got my appendix, James.

-She locked this whole side up.
-Can he get out of this?

I don't know about that one.

Come on, Ben. You're embarrassing me. Man up.

-Yeah, you're embarrassing him.
-You're pathetic.

-BEN: I tap out!
-Detective Payton, Atlanta Vice.

-Down here a couple of days on assignment.
-My hat!

Detective Cruz.
Homicide.

-I'm Officer Ben Barber, and I am his partner.
-No, he's not.

I'm not shaking your
hand after that.

Come on, James. Let's go
before I have to bust her ass.

Come on, James.
'Cause she's too much.

Don't know
what her problem is.

James, it's really cool that you
need me to come down here and all.

But I feel bad 'cause then you
had to cancel all your plans.

What plans?

My bachelor party.

-I didn't have nothin' planned.
-Yeah, right.

Boy, if you don't stop...

Seriously, you didn't have anything?
Nothing? You...

James, I'm not even into
that... strippers and...

I'm not trying to come home to the
Lady Hammer with glitter all on me.

Hey, Angela need to know who you're bringing to the wedding.

Either, Nicki Minaj
or Patti LaBelle.

You know what you're doing?
You're road-blocking.

That's what you're doing, man. You're still
holding on to something. I know what it is.

You're afraid that when me and Angela sail off
into the sunset, you're gonna be by yourself.

But here's the thing, James. You can sail
off into the sunset with me and Angela.

After the honeymoon though.
You can't go there.

'Cause that's when
me and Angela gets busy.

You say that one more time,
I'm-a shoot you in the face.

Again, it doesn't bother me. You know
why, James? Because it's just banter.

-Is that right?
-It's a trademark of all great partnerships.

No, no. It's a trademark
of the brothers-in-law.

Guess who just showed up.

The brothers-in-law.

Look, man.
That ain't gonna fly.

One more, one more.

Everybody settle down! Because the
brothers-in-law just got to town.

You say that again, and I'm-a
shoot you in the face too.

You... All right, fine.

You funny.

It's gonna stick.

All right.

How you wanna handle
this whole thing with A.J.?

Wanna do Good Cop-Bad Cop?
Prisoner's Dilemma?

Leave that by-the-book shit
at the academy.

We're gonna assess the situation and
play it on instincts... my instincts.

With all due respect, we should do the
Reid technique. I done studied it.

Why don't we try the "Ben, shut the hell
up" technique? Let's run that all day.

A.J., open up!

I'm gonna go check
around the window.

Hey! Police! Stop!
You better stop!

James! He running!

-That's a foot chase!
-Don't say foot...

It's a foot chase!

It's a foot chase, James!
Stop right there!

-You ain't gotta say "Foot chase!"
-Stop!

Hey! Relax!

James! I'm okay!

What'd I say?

BEN:
Police! Stop!

Slow down! Shit!

Police! Stop!
Hey! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Police!

Goddamn rookie.

Enjoy your barbecue!

Get down!
I see you! Stop!

Police, stop!

That's it!
I'm-a shoot you!

A.J.!
A.J., don't you jump...

Damn it!

A.J.!

I got you, A.J.!

Goddamn it, I missed.

You'll be okay.
Doesn't look that bad!

A.J., get your ass...
A.J.!

A.J.!

Get in that room.

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Shit!

Heel! Heel!

Police!

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it.
Shit!

Get out of here!
Get out!

A.J.
You okay, man?

Damn, I didn't see you.

It's all right. This is my friend.
We just playing.

He's okay.
We just playing.

What's up, Bone Machine?
What you running from?

-Why you chasing me?
-Why you running from the police?

I didn't know
you were "po-lice."

You didn't hear us say,
"Stop! We the police"?

Hey.
I didn't see a badge.

All I saw was two mean-looking bla...
entlemen.

"Blentlemen"? That ain't even a word, A.J.
What you trying to say, man?

-Just forget about it.
-Say what you mean. Have some balls! Say it!

Okay. Black.

You ran from us
just 'cause we black?

Look at you.

You would run from you.
Okay?

Look, all we wanna do
is talk to you, A.J.

You and your son over there should be ashamed
of yourselves for trying to intimidate me!

-Hey!
-You can't hear me calling you? Running after you in flats?

-Ben! What are you doing?
-He got me running through alleyways!

People's houses! Chasing you through
chicken coops and dogs and shit!

In flats, James? Look at my outfit.
I can't get another one of these.

-Where's my hat at?
-Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Come here.

Stay focused. Stay focused. Let me show
you how a real detective handles this.

Damn.

A.J., look, man.

All we trying to do is have a little
conversation about your boy Troy in Atlanta.

Troy who?

You just
encrypted a drive for Troy.

Troy? I-It doesn't ring a bell.
I don't know any Troy.

It don't ring a bell?

No, it does not.

-I'm taking your ass to jail.
-Come on, man!

Until you let me know what's on that secret
drive of Troy's, your ass is locked up.

My word is my rep.
And this is oppression.

Get your ass in there.

Why you lookin'
so nervous, A.J.?

-Why your legs so twitchy?
-Got restless leg syndrome.

Your legs won't rest
when you get to jail.

They gonna be working overtime to
keep them "blentlemen" off your back.

Last thing they're gonna do
with your ass is be "blentle."

I am not a
criminal, and you know that.

-This is not fair!
-It's not fair? Welcome to the real world.

I'm sorry it's not fair here. You know why?
It's a world where your feelings can get hurt.

It's a world where a guy can get married
and not be thrown a bachelor party.

-You getting married?
-Yes.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

This guy here is about to
be my brother... in-law.

Your partner
is marrying your sister?

He's not my partner.

That's gotta be weird.

It's not weird at all. It's actually
magical. Brings us closer together.

-Ben. Stay focused.
-What makes you think I'm not focused?

-Let me ask you a question.
-Go ahead.

-Your girl. His sister.
-Yeah?

She hefty? I hope she's not a
twin, all bearded and grumpy.

No,
they don't look alike.

My whole point is, your partner marrying
your sister has got to be tough on you.

The sex part.
Think about it.

Your partner, boning...

-No, we don't bone.
-your sister.

Don't... That's not... No.

-A.J., you better cool out.
-Me so horny.

-Geez!
-BEN: Been there.

I think you broke my nose.

That's a lawsuit right there! You
just made me a very rich man!

-Can't spend no money in the pen. Or dead.
-No.

What's it gonna be?
Okay, okay.

I may have a master code key
for emergencies.

-You "may"?
-Okay. I do have one.

But it's too dangerous to keep on me.
I keep it in my man Stevie B's safe.

Where's the safe?

It's at the club he owns.
Tell you what.

I get that for you, you can crack
Troy's computer and we're good.

What you think?
Sound like a plan to me, James.

-Have you been watching this?
-What?

Since we walked in, everybody
he walk by, handshake or hug.

-Hey, Candi.
-Hi, sweetie.

-How are you?
-Fine.

Usual table?

And please
tell the guys that

midnight
is coming early tonight.

-Yes, sir.
-All right.

I know that look.

"How come the nerd
is with all the hotties?"

Well, anyway, Stevie B's gonna
be here in an hour, tops.

You said you didn't get a bachelor
party, and we are in a club with ladies.

And we are on official
police business, so...

You want to look like cops? Think about it.
Maybe scare my guy off?

James, I hate to agree with
A.J., but he's got a point.

-Loosen up a little bit.
-Yeah!

-Hey, where you going?
-I'm-a get some drinks, man. Chillax.

What is your problem? If he wanna
get us a couple of drinks, let him!

He is working you like a rookie, and
if you lose him, it's your fault.

Stop it. You don't
think I know that?

Here's the play, James. We sit
here until his friend gets here.

We act as if this is a bachelor
party, let him get loose,

get the information we need
and then we leave.

Key word is "act."

-That's what you're doing?
-I'm acting.

It's my bachelor party!

I got you!
I got him!

One more time!
One more time!

One more time!

Wait a minute.

What's happening,
Black Hammer?

-AssFace!
-Hey!

-What?
-What are you doing?

-Skyping in the rest of the bachelor party!
-Get off the table!

I'm acting.

Ben, I want you to meet
my new lady friends.

They love to
get loose and party,

but they are not
prostitutes.

-It's his bachelor party.
-Let it rip.

No, that's too much, ladies.
Hands off.

-Hey, Ben, take a photo for me?
-Okay.

-One, two...
-I can't breathe no more. I can't breathe no more.

I got it.

Go ahead.

Ange is such a strong woman.

I don't wanna give her anything
that's girly or ratchet.

Nobody's information is safe
unless A.J. makes it safe.

BEN:
That's a great idea!

-A.J.
-Hey, hey, hey.

-Where is Stevie B? We need to find him!
-You're ruining my clothes.

JAMES: I'm sick of
waiting on you.

We gotta toast the groom.
Toast! Toast!

Toast! Toast! Toast!
Toast! Toast!

Would it kill you to say
something nice about me?

-You want a toast?
-Yes!

-All right. Give me my water.
-Here!

I've never gotten him to do anything
like this. Come on. Let's hear it!

-To my brother-in-law, Benjamin Barber.
-That's me.

He's 5'4".
Gonna marry my sister.

Just graduated
from the academy.

You're not doing anything but stating
facts. Give me something from the heart!

That's all I got. We ain't
even here for this!

Guys, do you know
what time it is?

It's midnight!

Whoo!

Bachelor party!

-What?
-He's gone!

Excuse me, ladies!
Shit.

I'll give the money back!
I swear!

MAN: Easy, dude!

Gun! Gun!

Freeze!

Everybody down!
Down! Get down!

Get up, A.J.!
Get your ass up!

-Every time I go to a club with you, I get into trouble.
-It's probably that jacket.

He's shooting a FN 5.7, James!
That gun is serious!

-I'm-a push him back.
-Don't go now.

-Too many people!
-Told you not to go!

-Thirteen. Fourteen.
-What are you counting?

He's out!

Everybody stay down!
Stay down!

A.J.

What?

He's gone.

Hey.

There was no code key
in the damn safe.

A.J. played us.

You okay?

No.
No, I am not.

Let me ask you a serious question.
Maybe you not cut out for this.

That's not a question.
It's a statement.

You was having such a good time at your
bachelor party, you wasn't even ready.

Don't act like I wanted
to go to this club

and party with
a bunch of hot women.

That didn't come out right.
I'm gonna start over.

My God. Detective by
day, hottie by night.

-What the hell's going on?
-I'll tell you what's not going on... a Pilates class.

Don't know what you're dressed
for, but it's stupid.

-What happened?
-One shooter.

Obviously a professional.
Went right after A.J.

-Who the hell is A.J.?
-A.J.'s the hacker that we came out here to question.

Now, your guys think it's gang-related.
I say that's bullshit.

-Because you're an expert on local gangs?
-I'm an expert on bullshit.

-Well, expert, how'd he get the gun in?
-Gun was ceramic.

Or plastic.
I saw it.

It was a FN 5.7.
It's undetectable.

It's a downloadable super pack on my video
game. You get that pack, game over!

That's how
he got the gun in.

The case
I'm working on right now?

Shooter got a gun inside of a secured area.
And get this.

The threads on the bullet matched
the casings of an FN 5.7.

Same MO.
Could be the same shooter.

-Who was shot?
-Port commissioner.

Could be connected.

It's like
watching rams mate.

Why would somebody hire
a professional hit man

to take out
a computer guy

for a mid-level
Atlanta dealer?

-'Cause he's annoying.
-If that was the case, you'd be dead a long time ago.

-I'm just spitballing.
-Fact is, he wouldn't.

So the guy who hit the port commissioner is
the same guy who tried to hit your hacker.

Maybe he's involved
with something bigger.

You know what? She should be
your "plus-one" for the wedding.

-Get in the car.
-I need to get somebody for you.

-Get in the car.
-You wanna just have an empty plate there...

I'm not gonna keep doing this. There's so
much disrespect. What's funny to me, James?

The plastic gun? I detected that. But you
don't say nothing about that, do you?

-A professional hitter on a hacker?
-Club full of witnesses?

-BEN: I'm driving.
-No, you're not.

I'm in the driver's seat, James,
which means I'm driving.

-Give me my keys.
-Your car smell like burnt toast. It stinks.

-That's not toast. Get out of the car.
-Get off my neck!

Get off me!

You guys okay?

Do you have any idea
what your insurance is gonna be?

That's the second car you done got
blown up! Gonna go through the roof!

REPORTER: Police are
no closer to a suspect

in the shocking murder of Port
Commissioner Douglas Griffin.

And although
the investigation continues,

the city has wasted no time in appointing
Charles Nu�ez as his successor.

I will carry on
my predecessor's mission

to eradicate corruption
and clean up the port,

no matter the cost.

No sign of him
at the house.

He's not going back to the house.
He's a wanted man.

Whoever's after A.J. needs to get to him,
even if that means killing you guys to do it.

Guys, guys, guys.

I'm a little disappointed.

Since you've been here I've had
a nightclub shooting downtown,

I've fielded about 20 trespassing
complaints in Little Havana.

-And a freaking car blew up.
-We didn't plant the car bomb.

Yeah, but we did
the other stuff, James.

I spoke to your lieutenant in Atlanta,
and he'd love it if you went home.

Happy travels, guys.

Happy travels, my ass.
We ain't going nowhere.

Answer that phone.

-It's not my phone.
-It's in your pocket.

Ain't no phone in...

There is a phone
in my pocket.

A.J.'s phone. I never gave A.J.
back his phone.

The phone's been going off
the last couple of hours.

There's texts in here
from Tasha, Bree, Colette.

First of all, A.J. is a "slore."
I'm-a call Tasha right now.

No, that's gonna raise a red flag.
See if she got a work number.

-"Tasha work." Good thinking, James.
-I know.

-I'm just telling you.
-You ain't gotta tell me.

-I should. You did a good...
-Just call.

You know what your problem is? You
think you're cute, but you're not.

You're ugly.
And you got man hands.

WOMAN: Beach Kitten of South
Beach, open seven days a week...

-Blam-a-Iam-bam!
-Guess we're going to Tasha's job.

I took this from your car. I'm
gonna go see my explosives guy.

Maybe he can tell us what
kind of ordnance it was.

Damn, that's what left of your trunk.
They got you good.

-We're gonna need a new ride.
-I can help you with that.

I gotta tell Angela.

Don't tell her
what we drivin'.

-Feel like a dope dealer.
-Stop it. This is the best car from the impound lot.

Hey, baby.

-Guess what I call me and James?
-What?

-Don't.
-The brothers-in-law!

ANGELA:
I love it.

Don't say that no more.

So, Ben, I don't have to worry about
not seeing you on Saturday, right?

I'll be home
way before the wedding.

-You're finishing things up?
-I just got a lead. We're about to crack this thing wide open.

Well, you do that. Everything's all
right here. We've got it all covered.

"We"?
Ange, is Cori over there?

-Is that Ben? Let me talk to him.
-No, don't put her...

What kind of man leaves town
a week before the wedding?

-A detective man.
-You're not a detective.

I'm not gonna shout with you right now.
Respect my choices, Cori.

-You gotta earn respect from me.
-Why you gotta keep going off-menu?

Because your menu
is dog shit!

-Menu is not dog...
-Yes, it is, Ben.

-That's why I put my Dreambook on Pinterest.
-Pinterest this! Bye!

Cori.

Cori?

I can't believe
she just hung up on me.

You know
your biggest problem?

-Here we go.
-You don't know how to stay focused.

I'm going through a crisis, and it'd be
real nice to get support from my brother.

-You ain't got no brother.
-What do you call the guy that's about to marry your sister?

Not my brother. That would be
incest, and that would be nasty.

You're twisting stuff. You twist things
because you don't have the ability to love.

I'll prove it.
Let me take the lead.

-I'll show you I could be a detective.
-Hell no.

-Tell me why.
-This girl's probably not gonna wanna talk to us in public.

So it's not gonna be a good look if you get
all screechy or accidentally shoot the girl.

-Why can't you let the past be the past?
-You can't even handle Cori!

She's irrelevant right now. The girl
is the devil's spawn with lady parts.

I'm taking the lead
'cause I'm the detective.

Fine. It's like I'm
dealing with a child.

BEN:
My God.

James,
do you see this?

Yep.

It's like a Costco for supermodels.
Look at this.

James.
She's like a dolphin.

-Hey, stay focused.
-I'm focused.

At the same time,
I'm not.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Yep.

-Where's Tasha?
-Give me a second. I gotta get her from the back.

Tasha? Two police officers
here to see you... All right.

-Can I get anybody a bottled water?
-No, no, no. I'm fine.

I'm about to get married.

I'm engaged right now, so...

-Didn't nobody ask you that.
-I'm just letting her know.

You can't put a fish in the water
if you don't want him to swim.

I don't know where he is, and
if I did I wouldn't tell you.

You will if you wanna
see him alive again.

A.J. is in way over his head
and we just trying to help him.

-Why should I believe you?
-I didn't come here to play with you.

You think I'm gonna
give up my man?

You're gonna give him up.

-Nope, I'm not.
-Stop. It's a little too much.

Tasha, James may not understand
what you're saying, but I do.

You and A.J. obviously have a connection
and you're trying to honor him right now.

Right, James?

My question to everyone
standing here is,

"Is he honoring you,
Tasha?"

Because when I went through
this phone here,

I was kinda thrown off by what was
going on in the contact list.

Especially
the favorites.

Because the first name
I came across was Colette.

I said, "Who is Colette?" More
importantly, "What's her ringtone?"

So I played it.

I don't know about you, but that
throws me off 'cause it's hypersexual.

What's that relationship about? So I
said, "Maybe that's the only one."

-But then right underneath it, I see "Bree."
-Bree?

Yeah. Who is that? What's her ringtone?
So I played it.

-James, do you hear that?
-Let me see.

-Yeah, he licking that up and down, no doubt.
-That's a little graphic.

-It's true.
-Well... Disregard that.

So then I started
thinking about you.

You're priority.
At least I thought you were.

But then I see your name at the bottom of
the list? "Maybe he saved best for last."

Then I played your ringtone, Tasha.
This is where it got dark.

Tasha,
that's a Apple chime.

That's
a factory ringtone.

That cost
absolutely nothing.

That's the guy
that you wanna take up for?

Mr. Generic Ringtone
For My Lady?

I'm just asking.

That is how you
talk to a woman.

I got A.J.'s cell phone
burner number just like that.

Okay. When did we start doing that?

-Maya, what you got?
-My guy Alonso's following a lead on the explosives.

-It's definitely not from the States.
-We got a number on A.J.

No, Ben
got a number on A.J.

His girl say he stole some money,
but she didn't know from who.

-Let me know when you find him.
-WOMAN: Champagne?

Hey.
What are you doing?

Why is it so hard for you
to say the word "we"?

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?
You...

Is that her number saved
to your phone already?

With a smiley face
next to it?

Let's go.

The smiley face with the tongue
sticking out is what you're doing now?

You know why Tasha gave us the number?
I got the human touch.

You just gotta be open.

And let me tell you, that is much
more important than being focused.

Half a second. Listen. Here's what
we're going to focus on from now on.

I'm gonna deal with all of the
human parts, male or female.

-You wanna deal with all the male human parts?
-That's not what I said.

-That's exactly what you said.
-Don't twist my words.

-Hello?
-Ben Barber speaking.

How'd you get this number?

A little something called
platinum-level detectiveness.

Give me that phone.
A.J.

Your girlfriend told us
about the money you stole.

-I didn't steal any money.
-Be open.

Turn yourself in, man.
We need to keep you safe.

How do I know you weren't in
on trying to kill me?

If I wanted to smoke you,
you'd be dead already.

You got some major heat on you, the kind
of heat that your skinny ass can't take.

I hang up, A.J.,
you dead in 24 hours.

Look around, man. We the
only friends you got.

You know what? I'm sick of
talking to your ass. Here.

Wait, wait, wait!
Wait! Wait! Hello?

-Hello? Hello?
-Hello?

Hello. Ben Barber
back on the phone.

I'll text you a time and location.
Just you, or I bolt.

What was that?

It worked, didn't it?

POPE: This nerd steals my money, exposes my
operation, and he's still walking the streets?

I put my best guys
on him.

You'd better.

The livelihood of merchants
across the globe depend on it.

I get it.

I don't think you do.

My pipeline is opening.
We are exposed.

Kill him.

Yes, sir.

And what about the payment? Did it get
through, or did that get stolen too?

-Receipt confirmed by the new commissioner.
-Look at that.

One thing done right.
Things are looking up.

Now get out of here.
I'm late.

Here it is.

-Remember what I told you.
-Yeah.

One eye on him
and one eye out.

I can't do it.
Show me how.

Man, you not a lizard.
Just scan.

Well, you have to say that.

-Get out.
-Okay.

-I'll be listening.
-All right.

BEN: I'm walking
on the damn beach.

Listen, A.J., I don't have
time to play games with you.

-Where are you?
-Slow your roll, son. It's not that easy.

-We gotta make sure we're clear.
-Watch your tone.

-I didn't come out here to be sassed by you.
-Okay, walk to the booth.

What booth? Where?

The other way.
Turn around.

-This booth?
-Yeah, that booth right there.

Okay, I'm walking.
Going to the booth.

-Now what? I'm here.
-Okay, I want you to pick up a can.

-I got it.
-Now put it back down.

A.J., what are we
doing right now?

I'm seeing
if you're being followed.

Then say that. That makes sense.
Say that.

-Just walk.
-All right, walking.

Stop.
Remove your shirt.

-Why am I removing my shirt?
-To make sure you're not wired.

See that?
There's no wire.

You are shredded.
Abs of steel.

-Stop playing games.
-Okay, walk to the trash can.

To the trash can? Going.

All right.

-Now what?
-Now reach into the trash can and take out whatever's on top.

Is he digging in the trash?

I got it.

Okay, open the contents
and tell me what it is.

It's, just
some half-eaten nachos

with sauce and guacamole
and hair all in it.

Good. That's perfect.

Eat it.

I'm sorry. What?

-Eat... it.
-I'm not eat... No! I'm not eating this.

-Do it, or I walk.
-You better not eat that.

That's just nasty.

That was sick. I can't believe
you actually did that.

That shit was gross.

BEN: Get your ass
out here right now.

A.J., you got two seconds to get
out here before you go to jail.

We gotta get out of here.
This is not the place for this.

-Then why would you ask me to meet you out here?
-I didn't think it through.

A.J. A.J.

JAMES: Hey, A.J., somebody
is trying to kill all of us.

They blew up my car
looking for you,

so you need to come clean
and tell us who it is.

I already told you
everything.

We got company.

-Get down!
-Shit!

-What are you doing?
-I'm about to start shooting!

You ain't never shot
out of a moving car!

You gonna drive. or you gonna
shoot, James? Pick one!

Shit!

Switch!

-I'm going over.
-Hurry!

You guys
are gonna do that now?

-Stop!
-Get your ass off of me!

James, you didn't move!

I got it! I got it!

My God!

Why you got the damn seat
so far back, James?

-Front!
-James!

-All right. Don't head straight at 'em!
-Not right now, James.

-I'm getting in my mode.
-What mode?

What the hell are you doing?
Ben!

Fuck!

Get back!

They're coming back!

I got it.

Hold on!

-What the hell was that?
-What?

That's called driving!

Where you learn
how to drive, man?

James, just get off my back
and let me do me.

-Bust a "U"!
-Hold on!

Aaah!

-Lose them!
-I'm driving. I don't need that type of pressure.

-Let me out of here!
-Worried about what I'm doing?

How about
you shoot somebody?

Lean back!

Don't shoot across my face
like that!

Are you signaling?

I'm sorry. It's a habit.

He's making a right.
This is too easy!

Aaah!

-He told you not to do that!
-Listen, I got a plan.

Well, execute the goddamn plan!

Here we go!

-He's making another right.
-Everybody hold on.

Shit! He went left!

-Yeah!
-I'm Ben Barber, bitch!

MAN:
Game over.

-Get your ass out.
-Come on, dude!

Let me go.
You guys are nuts.

-Where the hell are we?
-Safe house.

We staying here till
we find out who we can trust.

-Really, fellas?
-Whose house is this?

Alonso's.
My explosives guy.

He's out on a case.

Who the hell is she?

I'm Miami Homicide.

James, if you
give me to the cops,

I will be hanging
from a bedsheet.

You think
I give a damn, A.J.?

Who did you steal from,
and who's shooting at us?

I ain't telling you shit.

Is that right?

Pope! Antonio Pope!

-A-N-T-O-N-I-O!
-MAYA: Antonio Pope?

-That's bullshit.
-It's not bullshit, all right?

Everyone thinks Pope is this legit
businessman, but he's so not.

He is a huge criminal,
into everything.

Drugs, guns.

So Troy must be
his Atlanta boy.

Yes!

That's a big operation. Catching
Pope would get us Troy for sure.

To sum up, I'm his
cyber dark arts guy.

I hack into his competition.
I install his systems.

I launder his money.

You just admitted to about four
or five crimes right there.

That's Fifth Amendment.
A couple of days ago,

I may have taken some money
from his account

and put it into mine.

-BEN: You "may have"?
-I didn't think he'd notice.

-Apparently, he did.
-Maya, what the hell is that...

Drop your gun, man!

-Put it down!
-Drop it!

MAYA: Hold on!

-A.J., stop screaming!
-I'll shoot your face!

-This is Alonso, my explosives guy.
-Put it down, now!

-Alonso, holster your weapon. They're cops.
-You better drop it!

-Put your gun away.
-Put it down, Castro!.. Drop it!

-It's down, okay? You put it down.
-Ben, we're good.

BEN:
All right.

What the hell?

Again?

-You've done this before?
-I don't know what to tell you.

-BEN: I'm on edge.
-We're cop killers!

My nerves is bad, man!

I told you to focus!

You think I meant to do it?
I thought he shot.

You didn't shoot,
so I shot!

My God!
He a zombie!

Head shot!

Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!

It's a vest!

Idiots.

It's a vest.

That's why I need a vest, James.
Accidents like this.

Who are these two fools, and
what are they doing in my house?

They're the officers from Atlanta.
It was their car that exploded.

Hey, man. I'm Ben Barber.
I apologize.

-Hey, man. C�llate la boca.
-What?

Or I reach into your chest and
snatch out your midget heart.

Okay. I came over here
to apologize.

-You shot me.
-Well, I take it back.

-Take the sorry with you and leave.
-Fine!

Can we just stay focused?
Did you find anything out?

The explosive from the car
and the detonator are both rare.

-Eastern European, actually.
-It's freaking Pope!

-Can you stop with that?
-Hold on, Maya. He could be telling the truth.

It would take someone with serious reach
to locate that kind of untraceable device.

You're gonna help me get
some hard evidence on him.

Pope ain't gonna stop shooting at your
ass, so we the only choice you got.

You set up his computer,
right?

So, can you get us into it?

Someone would need to get
to his home computer

and download
the shipping manifests.

Well, Pope's having a party
at his mansion tonight.

Security's
gonna be tight.

-There's gonna be a lot of foreign dignitaries there.
-No problem.

We're gonna get in there
undetected.

He's gonna let us know
where the computer is

and he gonna
talk us through.

How do we get in
undetected?

Name?

My name.

My name.

Prince Admiral
Steven Matumbe.

Nigerian consul.

Plus two.
My two servants.

I don't have you
on the list.

Then check the VIP list.
And do not look me in my eye.

Don't look at me.

You look at the pad.
You read the names.

You look at me,
and you close your eyes.

Look at me.
Don't look at me.

Look at me!
That was a test.

-You failed.
-You... aren't on it.

All right.
Stall him, guys.

-A.J.'s on it.
-Step aside, por favor.

Wait!

This is all your fault.

You know I do
what I am supposed to do.

I clothe you, I feed you,

and yet your incompetence
infuriates me.

Sir.

I'm your bodyguard,
not your servant.

You are what I say you are!

God.

Sorry, sir.

You got a fly
on your face.

Traditional.
A sign of respect.

-A.J.: Okay, try it now.
-Check the list one more time.

There it is.

Sorry about that.
Head right in.

I will go.

-No, no, no!
-Release me!

-This way.
-Where are we? I cannot feel my face.

And you're welcome.

Hello.

Remember, we're
on the defense.

A.J. is on the earpiece. All you
gotta do is download the file.

You trust him
to do this?

Of course not.

Do we have a choice?

First of all,
Ben can hear you.

James, look at that. They got
a Baccarat diamond dolphin.

Yeah, he probably got
a Gucci toilet too.

-Do I look like I care? Stay on point.
-Just walk.

If he got a Gucci toilet,
I'm sitting on it.

There he is.
A.J., can you hear us?

Hey, is this a passed app event?
'Cause I'd love a wonton or two.

-It's not racist if I say it.
-Where are we going?

First, you have to get
to the north hallway.

It leads to the other wing
of the house.

I'm gonna create
a distraction.

You guys, act casual
until you see an opening.

What you doing?
Put your hands down.

I'm waving.

Law enforcement is always
welcome at my functions.

So, Mr. Pope,
do you dance?

Do I dance?

You're in for a treat.

-Are you dancing?
-Yes.

Well, stop.

Okay, it worked.

Let's get busy.

He's really good though.

I'm not sure...
Let's go.

Okay, Ben, go up
the first set of stairs.

-Roger that.
-And proceed to the end of the hallway.

All right, James.
It's stealth mode time.

Do you even know
what "stealth mode" mean?

Yes, it's from Assassin's Creed.
It means be undetectable.

The double doors to his office
are on the left.

-Okay.
-Tell me when you're there.

All right, A.J.
This must be it here.

-It's locked, A.J.
-Okay, you know what?

Guest bathroom is down the hallway.
We'll get in from there.

Okay.

Go, go, go. I got this.

Hey, man.
Did you see her?

See who?

I think she went down there. She
said she was gonna have my baby.

No, man, you can't be up...

Get downstairs. Use the bathroom
downstairs. Get down there.

A.J.: Okay, I need you to go
over to the window and open it.

Okay, I see it.
I see it. I see it.

Okay.

-All right, it's open.
-Climb out.

I'm sorry. What?

You heard me.
I said climb out.

A.J., I'm two stories up.

Look, we're here now,
so own it.

Nobody say nothing to me about getting
out of no window two stories up.

-Ben, get on that damn ledge.
-I'm two stories up, James!

You heard me.
Get on that ledge now.

They got a Gucci toilet,
James.

Come on, Ben.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, guys? I'm in-between
two lamps and a hard place.

I'm just gonna try
to reach for it.

Okay? No, no!
Guys! Lost balance!

God!

Stupid.

Excuse me, sir.

-Can I offer you a lamb burger?
-Stop! James!

Get back! Get back!

-Lamb burger?
-Yeah.

I ain't never had one of them.
Let me see.

Help!

My God!

-Got a Spanish kick to it. What kind of cheese is that?
-Manchego cheese.

Manchego?

-Leave me alone!
-Nah, this is...

-Help!
-You didn't cook these, did you?

Get your ass back!

Ben, what's going on?

Get back!
Gator got my foot!

Get off!
Get off my ankle!

Leave me alone!

I don't wanna die like this!

I don't care!
You can keep it!

A.J.:
Ben, you okay?

Are you okay? Confirm.

Shut the hell up, A.J.!

-You couldn't tell me that he had a alligator?
-I dropped the ball on that.

-I won't lie to you.
-A alligator!

-Did Marcus bite you?
-Can I offer you a drink?

No.

BEN: Wait. Maya,
I need more time!

A gator got my shoe.

Yes, I-I would actually
love to have a drink.

Fantastic.

Do you like tequila?

Yeah.

All right.
What's going on?

Hold on, James.

Okay.

Okay, A.J., I'm headed
in the office right now.

-Wait, wait!
-What? What? What? He got a alligator in here?

No. It's gator-free
from here on out.

-There's an audio alarm system.
-When were you gonna tell me that?

-You don't think that's need-to-know information?
-No one's perfect.

Just get to the desk quietly.

Stop playing.
This is serious.

Okay.
Going to the desk now.

He got
a black panther!

Jesus!

Quietly, Ben!

MAN: The alarm system is picking
up some audio in Pope's office.

-Check it out.
-Copy.

James?
Ben set off the alarm.

You're gonna have to run interference.
East hallway.

-He's traveling towards you.
-Okay.

Okay.

Got hydrangeas.

He's got hydrangeas.

Sorry.

Okay, A.J. I'm at the computer.
Guide me through it.

There's a seven-digit code that he
inputted himself, so I don't know it.

But I use my own personal code
on there as well

'cause, you know, why not?

You really are a criminal,
aren't you, A.J.?

-What's the code?
-Open bracket-O...

Close bracket-space...
open bracket-O-close bracket.

Wait a minute.
Wait. Are they...

Titties, yep.

-What now, A.J.?
-Plug in that flash drive and open the file on it.

-All right, I got it.
-The rest takes care of itself.

Thank you, my darling.

My pleasure.

So tell me about this tequila.
Is it rare?

One of the rarest on the market.
Impossible to purchase.

Salud.

A.J.:
Moments away, guys.

Look, you guys need to hurry up.

I ain't gonna keep
knocking people out all night.

-Okay, it's done.
-Did you know...

JAMES:
Maya, let's roll.

I gotta go.

Thank you.
Okay. My hand.

I gotta... I gotta go.
High five.

Here you go.

This has got to be one
of the worst goddamn days.

Alligators, hydrangeas,
swords all over the place.

Where your shoe?

It's a long story, James.

The man got
a damn alligator.

You look silly!

You know what?

This look better, James?

Is that better now?

Hey, guys,
did you get it?

Yes. I'm a professional!

Okay, we gotta go.

Officers.

-Interesting look.
-Interesting home.

-In my country...
-Cut the act.

-Yes.
-The party is this way.

-I insist.
-Okay.

Have a drink.

R�my? Dom?

I got this shit
from Peru.

Illegal in the States, but,
it can keep you up all night.

If you know what I mean.

No. We're not thirsty.

I'm not thirsty.

Look at that.
Class is still in session.

When are you going to let Ben
make his own mistakes, James?

Yes, that's right.
I know your names.

Does that surprise you?

Perhaps the bigger question is, why are
the Atlanta police crashing my party?

Well, we thought that you might
have a problem with theft.

Now that you mention it, I did have
an embezzlement issue this week.

Don't remember
reporting it though.

I'm guessing that you
found the culprit.

You douche bag.

I think you know
who took from me.

And if I don't get
some answers soon,

a few of my city official friends in
Atlanta won't be too happy to learn

that one of their benefactors
is being harassed.

In his own home, no less.

You gonna snitch on us?
Do you think we care?

It is true that one of you
might just receive a reprimand.

But what if one of you is still
on his probationary period?

That particular officer, he could
be eliminated... just like that.

Wait, wait, wait. I don't think we
need to ruin anybody's careers here.

Especially with the unemployment rate
being so high amongst blacks now.

-Tranquilo.
-I'm sorry, what?

Listen, all I know is that I'm a
victim of a hacker who stole from me.

I don't even want
to have him arrested.

I want to figure out how he got in so I
can prevent it from happening again.

I'm worried that my
charities are vulnerable.

So, if you are not here to help,
why did you come?

I heard you had
a Gucci toilet.

I think we're done here.
My men will show you out.

And the next time you want to come
to one of my parties, just ask.

Your parties suck.

What went wrong?

Now I'm feeding these people sliders and having
conversations I don't want to be having?

Take it easy.
I'm not going to shoot you.

This is just a prop
to make my point.

We are multinational now.

Any mistakes will be
way too costly?

No more
annoying conversations.

No more excuses.

Just get the job done.

Sorry, Antonio.

Definitely kill them. I just don't
want to get blood on my pants.

Okay, I found a discussion he tried
to erase on his big solar project.

Looks like Pope orders his guy to delete
certain shipments from the manifest.

But he specifically tells that guy
to leave other shipments alone.

Why would he wanna hide
shipments of solar panels?

Because it's not solar panels.

Well, he's got one of them hidden
shipments arriving tomorrow.

JAMES: We need to find out
what's in that shipment.

Wait. Does that mean
what I think it means?

We are on a stakeout!

Longtime dream achievement
unlocked.

I think I really
proved myself this trip.

-I guarantee you, James, that truck will be full of drugs.
-All right, man, slow down.

If the port commissioner wasn't
cooperating, it could be a problem.

One to kill for.

He tried to cooperate, but
Pope still killed him anyway.

-How do you know that?
-I was there, on Pope's yacht.

I told you to tell me everything you know.
Why you didn't tell me everything you knew?

I didn't see anything. I was
listening in on his phone.

Then shut up
with all that hearsay.

It's not admissible
in court.

Star Wars, the original trilogy.
Name 'em and rank 'em. Let's go.

Episode V: Empire Strikes Back.
Episode IV: New Hope.

Episode VI, Jedi.
Boom.

-Empire Strikes Back?
-What?

-Return of the Jedi.
-Jedi! My God. Those Ewoks?

The Ewoks are what
made Star Wars.

-They're so annoying.
-No, no.

-James. James.
-Maya. Maya.

-James, real quick.
-Maya.

-James... Maya.
-James... Maya.

You could be a shark or a
eagle, which would you be?

-Shark!
-You got so many disadvantages being a shark.

If you're an eagle,
you're flying!

-I saw a eagle take this lady baby one time.
-No!

Biggie Smalls.
Is he slightly overrated?

He's no Sir Mix-A-Lot.

What?

-Maya?
-Maya?.. Maya?

-Maya?
-James?.. James?

-James?
-BOTH: Shut up!

Damn.

They got some nerve.

He never stops talking.
He's got to be able to breathe.

Yep.
Trust me, I know.

Nine out of 10 things
out that dude mouth

is either crazy,
irrational or silly.

But that 10th thing...

10th thing
goes beyond crazy, you know,

into a, like,
accidental genius realm.

I'm gonna
ask you something.

If you really feel that way, why
are you so tough on that guy?

All he wants is
to be a detective.

He's setting hisself up for a
disappointment when we get back, so...

Trucks!

James!
I see the trucks!

-The trucks are coming. Look!
-Give it to me.

A.J., get ready to check the container
numbers against the port's manifest.

Copy that.

Where are we going?
Where are we going?

-This the one right here.
-What's the number?

4552345B.

That number does not exist.
It's a ghost.

Jackpot.

-There you go.
-MAYA: Copy that.

We're heading west
on Port Bridge.

Bring all units on outbound lanes
and set up a blockade at Biscayne.

MAN:
This is MDPD Air One.

En route following
westbound 886.

Okay. Here we go.

-Hands! Hands up!
-Get your hands up!

Get them hands up!

Put your hands up!

Ben, get the door.

Out the cab, Slim!

Hurry up! Turn around!

You know who
this truck belong to?

Yeah, it belong to me.

Us. It's our first bust.

As the brothers-in-law.

Get to the back.

Right. I'm on it.

Open it up!

All right, Ben? Let me
know what we got, partner!

Is it my birthday?

No!

Okay,
it must be Christmas!

What we got?

HERNANDEZ: Department's about
to get sued for harassment.

And I get to explain
to the new port commissioner

why we've made a mess
of his front yard!

We had good intel. It was an
unregistered, off-the-books shipment.

It was a clerical error.

I really don't understand
what I gotta do

to get off whatever shit list
I seem to be on here.

Mr. Pope,
let me apologize.

See, I don't get it.

I've tried to be nice.
I've tried to be cool.

Did I press charges when you
three crashed my party? No.

But now...

See, now I'm pissed.

I have a reputation
to protect.

This is gonna
come out weird,

but I'm really,
really rich.

I mean,
I make sick money.

And do you know
what that money buys me?

Access.

So, you can imagine
that I have already begun

to make calls
up the chain of command.

So, James,
it looks to me

like your training day
is officially over.

But, hey, good luck on your
future careers, or... whatever.

Captain!
Can I have a word?

You, come with me. You can help me explain
this mess to the new commissioner.

Shit.

Ouch.

That went really badly.

It's kind of hard
to think of any outcome

that's gonna be worse
than that, right there.

It's about to get worse.

-Hello?
-Milk run?

I'm gonna assume you've been chewed out
already, so I'm gonna save my voice.

James, we're talking about
a lengthy suspension.

Ben, you're still probationary,
so there's really no choice.

Wait, Lieutenant Brooks.
Now, hold on now.

There'll be a hearing, but it's just a
formality. You're done as a cop, Ben.

Like "done" done?

Lieutenant, you don't wanna
hear my side of the story?

No! Just get
your asses back here!

-Please don't do this.
-You did this!

-You and James.
-Lieutenant.

Lieut...

Here, man.

What the hell
did we miss?

I know that shipment ain't nothing
but a front to move coke.

Yeah, but the containers
was empty, James.

Maybe the container
was made of coke.

I'll put a pin in that. I gotta
use the bathroom so bad.

This is Ange.

-Hey, what's up, babe?
-Ben, I need you here now.

-Angela?
-Cori is driving me crazy.

-You said two days.
-I know.

I'm marrying someone
on Saturday.

I'd prefer it to be you.

The whole thing
just went pear-shaped.

We took a swing and we missed bad, Ange.
We missed real bad.

I am so sorry.

But no matter how bad it went,
I still have faith in you.

I appreciate that, babe,
but you got...

And I always will. We can get
through anything together.

I just want you to know
that I love you.

I love you so much.

Love you.

I was about to tell her
I lost my job,

but I started thinking, "No, just
wait till you get home because..."

Hey, guys. I was just thinking about
the port commissioner's replacement.

It's weird how he showed up on
the bridge right after Pope.

-So?
-You don't kill the port commissioner

if you don't control
the replacement.

-Makes sense.
-That makes a lot of sense.

Jukebox is ready. Got that Taylor
Swift song you wanted, player.

Look, if Nu�ez
is in on it,

that means Pope is moving
contraband through the port.

Nu�ez?
Charlie Nu�ez?

That was one of the names on Pope's
payroll report on his computer.

-Was that important?
-Asshole played us.

He planted the info
on his computer,

let us find that container,
got us to prove his innocence

so that the other containers
could skate through.

-Son of a bitch.
-When is the next shipment, A.J.?

One every morning
this week.

-We gotta hit him in the morning then.
-Let's do it!

-Let's do it!
-A.J.: Let's go.

-I should have put that together.
-Let me talk to you.

Okay. James? Look, I knew
about the containers.

But my thing is, I didn't
think further than that.

That's where I went wrong.

I just want to...

You don't have to say it. I already
know what you're gonna say.

Listen, man, I just brought you over
here to tell you you're not going.

What are you talking about?
I am going.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am, James.

No, you're not! You just
got kicked off the force.

James, I've been out here
putting my life on the line

to prove to you
that I can be a detective.

I don't know what your real problem
is, James, but this is what I wanna...

Listen!

You getting married
to my sister.

This thing goes wrong,
you can end up in jail.

Or worse.

You can end up dead.

I'm sorry, Ben, but this
is for your own good.

They're not gonna let us
within a mile of the port.

-We gotta take a boat and head north.
-You got a boat?

James! Hey, stop! James!

I'll tell you
how it goes.

What... A.J. A.J.

A.J. A.J. A.J.! A.J.!

Look, our best bet is to take a
boat across the bay at dawn.

So your captain just lets you take out
cars and boats whenever you want to?

I don't know.
I don't ask him.

Come on.

Hey, don't shoot me, man!

-Ain't nobody gonna shoot you.
-Show me your hands.

Stop it! Come on, get up!
I need your help.

For what?

All right, A.J. When we get
up here, I need you to hide.

Okay.

What do you wanna do? Slice his
hamstrings, take him down?

That's a bit aggressive.

I think there's a different
way we could do this.

Hey, man, do you know
where South Beach is?

'Cause my GPS
ain't working worth a d...

That is pretty impressive.

-Wanna give it a try?
-Can I get him under here?

Now twist.

-Right?
-Yeah. You know, I gotta do this on Ben.

Let me show you how we
do it in the "A" though.

Yeah.
Well, that works too.

-We got him.
-Send a car over to pick up Pope's ass.

-I'm already here.
-JAMES: Freeze!

As a matter of fact,
I'm everywhere.

-Psst.
-God!

You scared the shit out of me.
How'd you get out of...

Don't worry about it.
Where's James and Maya at?

-Checking a container somewhere over there.
-The container yard.

This is classic boss level. Something
always goes down in the container yard.

And it's not just cocaine. I'm
opening a contraband superhighway.

Guns, drugs, freaking whale meat.
Whatever.

I think there's even a pygmy
giraffe in one of these.

Fun. I had to come down
to see it for myself.

And look what I find.

Shit. Pope's got 'em.

You stay here.
I got an idea.

You look discouraged.

I feel bad for you guys.

It's like when my nephew
loses a soccer game.

I wanna give you a hug
and a Capri Sun.

But I feel worse
for these guys.

They have to kill two rogue cops
who they mistook for terrorists.

Uncool. They have to
live with that.

I have a better idea.

How 'bout having a
professional take care of it?

Ben Barber, bitches!

Hold up, James!
I got it!

Yeah!

Did I do that?

Shit!

Shit!

Backup!
I need backup!

Help! Help!

Hey! Hurt Locker!
God!

Maya, down!

You're welcome.
Let's go.

You have been
a real nuisance.

I swear,
I'm a double-secret spy.

I volunteered to infiltrate
myself in the group.

Shit.

Aaah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I won't do it again!

Look!

Here we go!

Aaah!

Shit!

Come on, Ben!

I got you now.

Take this, Pope!

All right, Pope!
It's over!

Let me see them hands!
Out the cab, now!

Get out, Pope!
Out the cab...

-It's clear!
-Oye, chicos.

Are you looking
for something?

Put the gun down, please.

Put down your weapons now.

Now, this is the part where I needlessly
tell you that you are going to die.

Blah, blah, blah.

But of course,
you already know that.

So, which one of you would
like to go first?

James,
let's start with you.

Ben!
Why'd you do that, man?

You're always trying some Assassin's
Creed, Call of Duty stuff.

Got on a vest.
You got on a vest?

See that?
We protect each other, James.

I don't know about that.
Technically, you got a vest on.

I definitely
saved your life, man.

Don't go too far now.

-He could've shot me in the damn head, James.
-He didn't.

Maya, did I save his life?

-Maybe a little.
-Thank you.

James!

It's clear!

You know what? You might have
saved my life that time.

-I'm telling Angela.
-Come on, walk it off.

-I can't walk.
-Rub some dirt on it.

Don't put no dirt
on no bullet holes.

-Hey, man, we the brothers-in-law!
-Not anymore.

Offer is off the table.

No brother-in-law of mine
would do that to me.

You tried to kill me.

You took down a drug dealer and a crooked
politician in three days. I'm impressed.

-I know.
-That's how we do it in Atlanta, Cap.

-It's a pleasure.
-Thanks, Captain.

-Thanks for everything, Cap.
-Good luck, guys.

Okay, look, we got eight
hours to make it back.

The only way we're gonna
make it back is by plane.

-Do I look like a bird?
-I'm serious.

-That's the only way we're going to make it back.
-I don't fly.

This is my wedding,
James.

Hey!

After all that, you guys were gonna
leave without saying anything?

We was actually trying to figure
out how we was gonna get back.

Figured that.
So I got you something.

-It's one of Pope's cars.
-My God!

Let me have it.
James.

It's nice.

-Bring it back with no bullet holes.
-Man!

James! You gotta make her
your "plus-one," James!

Ask her how to open it.
I don't see the handle.

You've got to let me drive this!
Whoo!

-So...
-Sure.

You were inviting me
to the wedding, right?

-I guess so.
-I answered too quick, didn't I?

When I said "Sure"?

It's okay.

I was waiting for you to...
But I thought that you...

Sorry.

See you later.

-James.
-What?

How do I...
Hey, I gotta drive this.

You don't need to open it.

-Give me the key.
-No, I'm gonna drive.

-Don't play with me.
-I'm-a drive this time.

-Give me that damn key.
-James, I'm not gonna do this.

Are you serious right now?

Give me the damn key!

Get off!
Maya, call the cops!

James, you better wait.
Wait till I get in.

Maya, this is great! Hey,
I'll see you at the wedding!

Here I come, Angela!

Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen,
I present to you

Mr. and Mrs. Black Hammer.

Black Hammer!

James, come here.

I'm your brother-in-law.

I did it!

I love you.

I love you.

Hey, Cori, I just wanted
to say thank you.

You did
a really amazing job.

I did a what?

-You did an amazing job.
-You don't have to tell me that.

The fact that you think I couldn't do it
makes me want to hit you in your sack.

-What?
-But you know what? It's your day. Enjoy it.

Working it...

We're low on run.
We should go on a rum.

-A.J., what are you doing? I didn't invite you, man.
-Okay, I'll get it myself.

Happy Kwanzaa, Ben.
Sorry for your loss.

-AssFace, let me borrow your keys!
-It's a wedding, A.J.

Ain't nobody die.

Thank you, babe.

Stop, guys.

Look, I should have told
you earlier, but I didn't.

I'm glad you decided
to finally join us.

You look really nice today.
Like, handsome.

-Ben.
-No, it's okay.

-It's a compliment. Just take it.
-Not really a compliment.

You need to accept it because
you're not gonna get many from him.

-About to get on the boat and drive off with my wife.
-Yep.

You wanna say anything nice to
me, this would be the time.

Bye.

You wanna say something?

-Good-bye.
-James wants to make a toast! Go ahead!

-Toast!
-Toast! You said it.

Toast! Toast! Toast! Toast!

Come on, big guy.
Toast.

-Toast.
-MAN: Sure, James.

To Ben.
You've set me on fire,

-stabbed me...
-You stabbed him?

-It was a accident.
-Got two of my cars blown up.

And almost got me killed
more times than I can count.

Now, usually,
I'd toss him off the dock,

but in this case...

I can't do that.

'Cause, dude,
you saved my life,

made my sister happier
than I've ever seen her.

Don't you do this to me,
James. Not here.

And in a crazy kinda way,

made me a better person
and a better cop.

Fight it, Ben.

To my brother-in-law.

Family.

You finally said "family,"
James.

-To Ben and Angela.
-Ben and Angela!

You are something else,
buddy.

-Come on, Ange.
-You ready?

Yes!

You hear that?

I hear it.

It's like a Le Tigre.
That's French for "puma."

It's not actually.

Just go with the moment. People back
there want a show. Let's give 'em one.

-Baby, you know what I want?
-What?

-The Black Hammer.
-Then we need to get this boat out of here then.

WOMAN:
Bye!

MAN:
Whoo!

-Ben, I like this.
-Before we go, let's loop back around one more time.

-I'm-a show 'em what we capable of, baby!
-Slow down a little bit.

You ain't got nothing to worry about!
You with the Black Hammer!

-I'm gonna give it more speed!
-There's a boat right in front of us.

I know how to drive this boat! That's
the first thing they teach you. Aaah!

Ben, hold on!
Hold on!

Angela! Stop the boat!

Ben, how do I
stop this thing?

-Angela!
-What?

This marriage
will never last.

Let's just pray for him.

-Can he swim?
-I hope not.

Stop the boat!

James!

Welcome to the family,
brother-in-law!

Angela!
Are you trying to kill me?

Dodge the buoys!