All language subtitles for Bad Boys-English

♪ Huh ♪

Man, what is this havin'-
a-picnic shit in my car?

Please, man, I'm not
gettin' my sex at home.

Don't deny me this.

You sleep with a beautiful
woman every night.

I'm married. That's
what married means.

It means you sleep together,
but you can't get none.

Why don't you watch it with
all that shit, all right?

Hey, look. Wh-wh-where's
your cup holders?

I don't have one. What do you
mean you don't have one?

$80,000 for this car and you
ain't got no damn cup holder?

It's $105,000 and
this happens to be...

One of the fastest production
cars on the planet.

Zero to sixty in four seconds,
sweetie. This is a limited edition.

You damn right it's limited.
No cup holder, no backseat.

It's a shiny dick with
two chairs in it.

I guess we the balls, just
draggin' the fuck along.

Oh, damn. Sorry.

(ENGINE REVVING,
TIRES SQUEALING)

- Get it.
- You see I can't get down there.

You got an engine floor up here. My
shit ain't goin' down up in there.

Go. Titty-titty,
strutty-strutty.

(MAN) Go on. Make 'em want it.

(PORSCHE DRIVER) I ain't your wife to
be cleanin' up after your filthy ass.

Watch my hand. My shit
can't get down there.

It get stuck.

What do you come up with?
You got this shit.

You gonna get that fry.

This ain't no goddamn
Denny's, eatin' in my car.

I wouldn't be buyin' shit from Denny's.
I don't like the way we been treated.

They bit, Jack. Let's
skank these fools.

Yeah, yeah.

You ain't interested in the fry.
You all up in that.

Get out of the car.

- Shit.
- What the fuck?

Me and my team, we've had a big week,
so just get the fuck out of the car.

Damn. What are you
weighin', 350?

I bet you a big popeye chicken-eatin'
motherfucker, ain't you?

- Get the fuck out. - Why I always got
to get the big, thick motherfuckers?

- Get out of the car, now!
- All right, all right! Okay?

Hold on. This is
some funny shit.

Let me tell you how bad a day you're
havin'. You're jackin' a couple of cops.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm a stand-up
comedian, and I suck!

- That's why I need your car.
- I ain't no Wesley snipes.

I just hang out with stupid-ass
friends that drive stupid-ass cars...

That attract a lot of
motherfuckin' attention.

I need to jump over this car and
smack you in your peezi-ass head.

You're arguin' over a
motherfuckin' french fry.

It's not about the french fry!
It's about your

lack of respect for other
people's property!

- Hey, hey, hey! - Shut the fuck up!
- This shit is stupid.

Hold the fuck on! All right, you
want some bad enough? Come get some!

- (GRUNTING)
- (GROANING)

You like that shit? Wesley
snipes, passenger 57.

Now give me a
motherfuckin' handiwipe.

Now let's hear one of
those jokes, bitch.

What do you think, guys?
Looks like the real thing.

- You remember your assignment?
- Yeah. I'm the decoy.

Yes, you are.

(SCREAMING)

What the fuck you doin'?

Hello, police? I just
saw something terrible:

A policeman shot on South
Miami and first street.

- Help, please.
- (DISPATCHER) All units, officer down.

Officer down.
Respond code three.

(DISPATCHER CONTINUES) All units in
the vicinity, respond and identify.

(PILOT) This is air unit two.
We've got a-(INDISTINCT)

(POLICE OFFICER) Officer down.
We need additional ground units.

(DISPATCHER) Air three, Roger.
Suspect or suspects unknown.

(MAN) Gentlemen, it's clear.

We're inside.

We're in.

You got 20 minutes.

(SNIFFS, COUGHS) (FEMALE DISPATCHER
SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)

(BELCHES, SIGHS) Goddamn
taco's gonna kill me.

(RADIO) Guys, we got 12 minutes.
Let's go.

(BEEPING)

(STATIC BUZZES, STOPS)

(BEEPS)

Clear. We're in.

- (RADIO) Move your ass. We
got six minutes. - Ready.

- (BEEP)
- (ENGINE FIRING)

Ready to fire. Go!

(RADIO) Fire.

Okay, go.

Go!

Come on, come on! Let's go!
Get out of here!

- Hey... go! Go!
- (MEN LAUGHING)

♪ (RAP) ♪

♪ (RAP CONTINUES) ♪

Ohh. (TOY SQUEAKING)

(GRUNTS) Ooh.

Damn. Mmm.

Did you have sweet dreams?

You're so nasty. Mm-hmm.

You're always sayin'
you want quality time.

Well, right now, I got the time,
and you damn sure got the quality.

Mmm. Come on now. Mm-mmm.

You know what it is?

I can't remember the last time
that we fell asleep together.

Oho. Baby-

baby, it's my job.
It's what it requires.

You know I'm a better cop when I get some
in the mornin'. I feel lighter on my feet.

You gonna have to keep
it in your pants.

I hear three little Burnetts comin'
down the hall. Oh, you're cold!

You gonna leave me here
like a humpin' dog.

(KIDS SHOUTING) (WOMAN)
Hi, baby boy. Ooh, hi.

Mommy! Daddy! Daddy! Hey, boy!
What's up?

Dad, at school, people
say I look weird.

They say my ears look funny.

Boy, your daddy has that same
problem. I got the ears.

But you know what? They just out there
for you to listen to people's problems.

You're an Angel. These are your
wings. Flap, flap. That's all.

(MOTHER) James, stop
with-take 'em off-

your ears are better for
you to listen with.

Don't let me have to
come down to school.

- I'll arrest the principal.
- (GIRL) Mom! Mom! - (MOTHER) What?

- (GIRL) James keeps pushin' me. Quit it!
- Talkin' 'bout my boy's ears.

Uncle Mike's in the house.

- (BOYS) What's up, uncle Mike?
- (MIKE) Partner, partner.

- What's goin' on?
- Quincy, check it out.

- (QUINCY) What? What you take
my food for? - (MIKE) Hey, girl.

Don't kiss me. I don't know where
your lips were last night.

(LAUGHING)

Did you have a
date last night?

Whoo, did I!

- Let me tell you, boy.
- This girl was... hey!

Don't go tellin' my son
your sleazy sex stories.

- I only tell your husband my
sleazy sex stories. - Hey.

- I don't want him knowin'
about 'em either;

Gives him ideas. - Why
you puttin' me in this?

(PHONE RINGING) I'm
with my babies.

- Okay? Thank you.
- Hello?

- Eat. Go on, girl. - No problem.
- Man, she was a blu-bla-blam.

Oh.

- You on the Mike with Mike.
- Want daddy to wipe your mouth?

I think you mean to say, "get our
asses down there, please," captain.

(CAPTAIN) All right.
Please. Now!

(DIAL TONE) Maybe not.

(CHATTERING)

What's up, boy?

Hey, baby! Hey, Francine.
Where's Howard?

Um, he's down there. He's lookin'
for you. He's been in better moods.

Ahh, damn.

Get it done, goddamn it.

Welcome to our
nightmare, boys.

See this? What's wrong
with this picture, huh?

Remember this room?

These slats, see? They
look familiar, don't they?

There were these, uh, silver
packets? They looked like bricks?

Little red tags on 'em?
'Bout so high?

All that heroin. Gone.

This was our career bust-a
hundred million dollars?

- (MIKE) This is bad. - Let me call
it what it is. This is fucked up.

- You got that right, detective.
- Hello, Alison.

(CAPTAIN HOWARD) You guys know captain
Sinclair, internal affairs' top watchdog.

I'd actually take that as a compliment
if I didn't know you so well.

Uh, excuse me, but if you two wanna
get personal, I could step out-

there's nothin' personal goin'
on here. I'm just doing my job.

I love knowing that one
leak, one headline,

could turn this nightmare
into a media frenzy.

That's not gonna happen. We're gonna get
the dope back before that ever happens.

Why don't you start by
lookin' right here?

Because this had to have been an inside
job, and I'm gonna find out about it.

Sanchez, ruiz, you
guys are late.

Somebody put this in
for toxic drug fumes.

Yeah, this was a brilliant design. This
was really intelligent. I like this.

I didn't ask how he feels.
I said, "what did he see?"

(CAPT. HOWARD) What
does he know? Uh-huh.

Where were y'all
last night, man?

Why don't y'all have your cousins bring the
shit back and we can all get some sleep.

We were gonna do that,
but we came up with a

problem. Your mama
snorted up all the dope.

- Ohh. - All right, you
two, get over there.

O'fee's gonna be all right, but
he's got nothin' to tell us.

So they kill a decoy, empties
the station. Very smart.

They don't kill a real cop 'cause they'd
have the whole force on their ass.

This was your case.
You're back on it.

Sanchez, ruiz, you back them up with
whatever they need. (COMPLAINING)

- Shut your mouths.
- All right, but wait a second.

It was carrera's drugs
in the first place.

But it couldn't have been him; He was
killed in prison. What about his crew?

The rest of those idiots don't have
the precision to do this, but...

In case I'm wrong,
check them out.

They'd have been up here with Uzis,
splashin' o'fee all over the place.

- Takes a lot of brains to pull somethin'
like this off. - Big cojones too.

What the hell are you
talkin' about, cojones?

- It would take me a month to
explain to you... (ALL ARGUING)

English.

Guys, ho! Ho! Hey!

We got nothin'. What's the matter
with you? We've got nothin'!

The guy who pulled this off
knew what he was doin',

and he left us nothin'
but a big "fuck you."

Ruiz, Sanchez, find out who
installed the ventilating system.

Do that now.

Ho. Ho-ho. Oh, that's cold.

- Yeah, so's your mama's bed.
- This could

definitely be an inside job.
Don't rule it out.

The way I see it, we got 72 hours
before the f.B.I. And the d. E.A...

Walk in here and shut us down,
and we're gonna be the bad guys.

The politics demand that somebody take
the rap for this, and it's gonna be us.

Just do what you
do, only faster.

Jojo. What's up?

You still a chemist, right?
Cuttin' drugs and shit like that?

Oh, I don't know nothin' about that,
man. I'm out of that drug business.

You know somethin'. You
don't know nothin'?

- No, I just said no to drugs.
- That's it. - You said no to drugs.

What you into, Jo? I'm into
rubber. Rubber, rubber, rubber.

You sellin' tires, huh, Jo?
Yeah.

- So you don't know nothin'. Jojo
don't know nothin'. - I know tires.

You tellin' me the truth, right?
Would I lie to you?

Would you lie to me?
Hey, I'm drivin'.

(MUSIC)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Yo, man, this is a waste
of time. Come on, man.

I keep tellin' you in Max's line of
work, she definitely gets the 411.

Maxi! How'd I know I was
gonna find you up in here?

(GROANS)

Listen, Max, we gotta talk.
Is there someplace we can go?

Yeah. Equipment room?
Behave yourself.

Oh, I'm cool.

- Listen, uh, I need some help...
- Again. - So what else is new?

(BARBELL CRASHES) (GROANS)

Oh, sh-

(WEIGHT CLATTERING) Oh, shit.

Major, major ill shit
happened down at the p.D.

There's a lot of heroin involved; There's
gonna be a lot of cash involved.

And there's gonna be some jolly
young men who wanna party.

- What do you need? - There's a lot
of people who'll talk to you...

That won't talk to me.

You mean customers?

I'm not askin' you to get into any wild
shit. Just call me if you hear somethin'.

I think I will call you.
(GRUNTS)

What the hell are you doin'?

Tryin' to keep my shit quick.

Oh, that's right. You ain't gettin'
none at home. You got extra energy.

Go ahead. Burn it off, baby.

Hey, we got
anything, Francine?

Sanchez says that the
air-conditioning contract...

Went to Manuel arrona of
key biscayne. Partner.

He's workin' out of his house
this week. That's the number.

(MUSIC)

(DOORBELL RINGING) (MIKE)
He's not answerin'.

I guess we should just leave.

What, make a trip all the way down
here to high society for nothin'?

No, man. That's what they got windows for.
We can peek in. Yeah, that should do it.

Oh, look. Oh! Look. I tripped.

The handle just opened for you?
Right after I tripped.

I guess they want us to
come in, take a peek.

Hello! We're your
new neighbors.

Don't be alarmed.
We're negroes.

Nah, man. There's too
much bass in your voice.

That scare white folks. You
got to sound like them.

We were wonderin' if we can
borrow some brown sugar?

- Whew.
- (SNIFFING) You fart?

No, man.

Dead guy. Dead guy.

(GUN COCKING)

Well. Looks like
somebody's home.

Oh. Ah. Whew.

Whew.

Okay, let me take a
stab at this one.

He sells the ventilation plans to the bad
guys. He gets rich, but he gets dead.

You're right on that one. Uh,
I'm gonna go call homicide.

Whoa. Why do you act like this every
time we're around a dead body?

It's cool. I just-(GAGGING)

Please? Look around?

(GAGGING) The smell
and the fumes.

It's just unexpected,
that's all.

Looks like our buddy arrona was a bit
of a gambler. Got dog track, jai alai.

(GRUNTING) Probably needed
money to pay off his debts.

Bookie.

(MIKE) Whoops. Damn, man. Watch
where you swingin' a dead leg.

- My bad, my bad. - Damn this.
- I'm callin' homicide.

I'm a narcotics cop.

(GROANING)

Oh, dead bodies.

Ugh. Dead ends.

(ARM BANGS AGAINST TABLE)

Maggots. Man, uh-

- what's wrong with you, man?
- A little nauseou-

I'm a-(GAGGING) I'm gonna-

(GAGGING)

What do you say we grab
a couple of burritos?

You know, you drive almost slow
enough to drive miss Daisy.

Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, man, the transaction
is done, all right?

We ain't got shit,
so it's over.

Relax, man. We got it
before; We'll get it again.

Yeah, yeah, you got it all figured
out, don't you? You got to have faith.

By the time we figured out
how, we'd be out of a job.

No, scratch that. Everybody in the
damn unit will be out of a job.

Oh, but don't worry. They tend to
think Mike Lowrey gonna be all right.

Especially since they think you
some rich kid playin' cop.

Look, man, I ain't
got no trust fund.

Okay? See, for me,
no job, no check.

That's like all the other guys
in the unit. Least, most of us.

So I'm playin' cop now.
(CHUCKLING)

This is a game. I'm just
jokin' around, right?

You always wanted to
be starsky or hutch.

(CHUCKLING)

You know what, man? I'm
so sick of this bullshit.

What, I'm supposed to apologize
for my family leavin' me money?

All I ever wanted to be was a cop. I get
up early and take it to the Max every day.

I'm the first guy through the door and
the last guy to leave the crime scene,

so fuck you and fuck
them and fuck everybody

who got a problem
with Mike Lowrey.

I love you, man.
Fuck you, Marcus.

I do. You're cool, man.

You're my partner. Shut up.
Shut up, man.

Slow-ass driver. Drivin'
like a bitch, huh?

Why I got to be all that? I'll take
you and me... Slow-ass miss Daisy.

Off this fuckin' Cliff,
you keep fuckin' with me.

Then it'll be what? Two bitches in
the sea. Is that what you want?

Shut up, Marcus. My wife
know I ain't no bitch.

Yeah, I'm a bad boy.

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪
♪ what you gonna do ♪

♪ What you gonna do ♪
♪ when they come for you ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys-(WOMAN) ♪
♪ Shelly, only models. ♪

Max just dropped by.
I gotta go. Bye.

(EXASPERATED SIGH)

What's this? You want me to call
around looking for the newly rich?

Are there any new guys partying
a lot, spending a lot of money?

Actually, this guy called me this
morning, desperate-every two hours-

looking for new girls in town.

- Are you available this afternoon? It'll
be $2,000- - I've got plans with Julie.

She's your roommate, right?
Yeah.

So bring her. She's cute;
She's sexy. Go on.

- She's not a working girl, Lois. - Doesn't
matter. This guy's on speedballs.

- He's probably so
messed up he can't even

get it up. - Well, maybe
we'll check it out.

Could be the party
I'm looking for.

Party at the biltmore?
Yeah, that'll really rock.

(MAX) Okay, Julie,
I owe you one.

Forget about it. I'll just deduct it
from the hundreds of favors I owe you.

Am I turning into the
guest that won't leave?

No, I like having
you live with me.

An out-of-work photographer
who doesn't know how to cook.

Not a big up side for you there.
Oh, come on.

So what incredibly hip individual
inspired this visit to the biltmore?

It's a favor for Mike Lowrey.
Oh, right, the cop...

Who I think you may be a
little bit in love with.

Well, maybe I am, but
we're just friends.

And if I were ever in trouble,
he's the only person I would call.

Yeah, I know.

I think I've heard
this before.

(SNIFFING) Hello.

Hi. You must be Max. Welcome.

I'm Eddie. To the
Al Capone suite.

So I, uh, guess we're
a little early.

Oh, this is my friend Julie.

Julie. (SNIFFING)

Hi. You like Al
Capone, don't you?

I hadn't really thought
about it much.

I'm not kidding about this being
Capone's. He had the place...

Rigged with secret
passageways.

Ten minutes, we're outta here.
Five.

Julie, one drink. One sip. Hey,
what's the whispering about?

It's Eddie here.
(LAUGHING POLITELY)

Just girl chat.
Where's the bathroom?

Upstairs on your right.

Watch your step. (LAUGHING)

Come. Sit. Okay.

Enjoy yourself. Relax.

Eddie's got some
favors to play with.

- (MAX) Uh, yeah, Eddie does.
- I should have

told you sooner about
Eddie's private party.

Well, now it's a
surprise party.

Okay, Max, we've been here
about five minutes too long.

I see you treat
yourself well, Eddie.

Yeah.

I needed to blow off a little steam
after the, uh, the move, you know?

So I-a little party with a couple
of friends. You know how it is.

I was gonna invite you guys.

Invite? Looks like
I'm catering this.

I was looking for my two keys of
dope, and now I know where they are.

Yours? Man, it's our score.

And the girl? (EDDIE) Nobody.

Just entertainment.
Hi. I'm Max.

Nice to meet you, Max.

I like a woman who takes
pride in her appearance.

Don't you?

Yeah, I hate when a bitch
lets herself slide.

You look like a model
in that dress.

Will you model for me, Max?

Oh, great. It's
the goon squad.

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

You were a cop for so long.
You should know hookers talk.

You couldn't wait four more
days until I made the deal?

I can't work with that kind
of stupidity! Stupidity?

I got you connected inside!

I brought you my family.

Eddie... It's my family now.

Fouchet, we're still friends.

What are you guys doin'?
You pissed him off.

- (SIDEKICK) Use a smaller gun.
- You got blood

on me again. - Hey.
Somebody's upstairs.

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (JULIE SHRIEKS)

- (SIDEKICK) Get her!
- Move, Fergie! - (PANTING)

(SIDEKICK) Get the lady.

- Shit. - Go! Go! Get her!
- Goddamn it!

Move your wide ass!

Get her!

What the fuck "get me"?

Fuckin' shoes suck. Get her!

- Oh, God!
- (SIDEKICK) Move it!

Go! Go!

Shoot her!

(GASPING)

I got her. Bullshit. I got her.
I got her.

No, I got her. What do
you know about shootin'?

I can't believe she made it!

Jesus! Are you serious?

She jumped. Fuck.

Find out who she worked for
and find out where she lives.

(SIRENS WAILING, INDISTINCT
RADIO TRANSMISSION)

(HORN HONKING)

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) - (CAPT.
- HOWARD) It's about fuckin' time. Lowrey!

Burnett! Come here. Come here!

Look at this. You see this guy?
He's dead, right?

Yeah. Eddie dominguez.
He look familiar?

The ex-cop. Two
points for you.

And there's some of our
high-grade heroin over there.

Oh, there's a headline
Sinclair's gonna love.

Look, there's no signs
of forced entry.

What the fuck is all this? Look
like beirut. Ah, Al Capone suite.

What can I say? Shit happens.

This is a shitty day.
Real shitty day.

Looks like we got two shades of
lipstick over here, gentlemen.

Somebody's missin'
from the party.

Listen to me. Your only function in
life right now is to find that person.

You find her! It's the only
good lead we got all day.

Look, man, I'm gonna check
all calls to the room.

(CHATTERING)

(MIKE) Hey, what you got
over there, partner?

Cover her.

(CAPT. HOWARD) He
knew the girl, huh?

Look, man. We'll get the witness, and we
damn sure gonna get the fools who did this.

Yeah. Listen, why don't you see if
you can catch a ride with Howard?

- Where you goin'? - Eight calls
were made to Lois fields.

That's who Max used to work for. I'm
gonna check it out. I'll come with you.

I'm all right. Why don't
we catch up later?

- You okay?
- I'm cool.

Hello. Hello?

Hello?

Shit.

Yeah, baby. Look, baby, I know
quality time was my idea.

(THERESA) Don't talk about
quality time. Hold on, baby.

Look here. I need a full
file on Eddie dominguez.

That'll take a minute.
Hold on.

Marcus? I got the red one on.
You have on the red one?

The one with the snaps? Why couldn't
you wait 'til-you're never home.

Theres-hold on. All his
files are blocked.

I don't give a damn about his personal
files. The man's dead. Un-block it.

Screw you. That's illegal.
No, screw you!

Fuckin'- Marcus, are
you talkin' to me?

Nah, I'm not talkin' to no-it's a term you
use, baby. "Screw you" is a cop term.

You ain't screwin' nothin'!
Theresa!

(DIAL TONE) Goddamn it!

♪ (WHISTLING) ♪
♪ Where's Lowrey? ♪

(SIGHS) I just paged him.

He's followin' up this
Lois fields lead.

The madam?

21-2, request backup.
614 reach road.

(DISPATCHER) 21-2, backup.
Reach road.

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

(YELLING)

(GROANING)

(PHONE RINGING)
That might be him.

Yeah. Lowrey's desk.

I need to talk to
detective Mike Lowrey.

(OVER PHONE) This is captain
Howard. Can I help you?

- You can get me Lowrey. - This is
not another paternity case, is it?

No, it's another murder
case, you twerp.

You're not talking about the murder
case at the biltmore hotel, are you?

Listen, I've just seen my
best friend get murdered,

and I'll only talk
to Mike Lowrey.

- Why only Mike Lowrey? I have a detective
here... none of your fucking business.

- Either I talk to Lowrey or I'm gonna
blow town. - Mike! Mike, phone!

Telephone, Mike! He's coming.
He's coming right now.

Hold on, please. Talk to her.

I ain't got time for these
games. This is the witness.

The girl at the hotel. Yeah, he
just got out of the John. Hold on.

You don't talk to her, she's
gonna walk. I can't be no Mike!

Talk to her! She's gonna walk out!
This is our witness! Calm down!

(SMOOTH VOICE) Hello.
This is Mike Lowrey.

He doesn't talk that way. Talk like
him-like him! Try to talk sexy.

You don't sound sexy enough.
Captain!

I've been there.

(CRYING SOFTLY) You don't know
me. My name's Julie mott,

and I was Max Logan's
best friend.

Okay, whoa, whoa. Calm down,
calm down. Talk to me now.

(WHISPERING) (SNARLING) Yeah.

And she said if she
ever needed anything-

I need your help.

Give me the address.
All right. Okay.

It's gonna be all right.
Hey, Mike's to the rescue.

I'm on my way. I'm gonna
see if I can find Lowrey.

- Hey, I can't go. Get Mike down
here. Handle this. - You gotta go!

Get to this address now.
I'll wait 'til Mike-

you won't see your wife for a month!
Get out of the chair! Goddamn, man!

♪ (RAP) boom, boom, boom said ♪
♪ the welcome to the city ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom said the welcome ♪
♪ to the city boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ - Everybody - boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ said the welcome to the city ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ fuckin' door fixed. ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES,
INDISTINCT) ♪

(GRAVELLY VOICE) Mike Lowrey.

No. Easy. (SMOOTHLY)
Mike Lowrey.

(KNOCKING) (DOGS YAP)

Shit.

- Who's there?
- Uh, Mike Lowrey.

How do I know
it's Mike Lowrey?

'Cause... I'm Mike Lowrey.

Okay, now we ain't got much time.
Hold your badge up to the peephole.

I'm not lettin' you
in until you do!

No way.

- What the fuck was that for?
- You're not Mike Lowrey!

What you mean? You
never even met him-me.

- The way Max described you was different.
- I'm undercover!

- I-I-
- Prove it!

Okay, look. I knew Max from way back.
I helped her brother get out of jail.

Yeah? So? So, you know,
from time to time,

we'd get together, a
little bump and grind.

- Wrong.
- Give me that!

Give me the bat! You want to go out?
Fine! You don't want to believe me,

you go at this shit alone.

Oh! I forgot! The bad guys
probably know where you live.

Which means they're comin'
for your ass. Good luck.

I saw the whole thing.

I watched them shoot her
like she was nothing.

Please shut the door.

Look, lady.

You ain't got no more
bats, golf clubs or

anything like that you
could swing at me, do you?

I knew Max, okay?

I care about Max also.

I-I'm just here to help you.

You're not what I expected.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, well, I ain't expect
to walk into yankee stadium either.

- (LAUGHS)
- Okay, now-

we got to get out of here, okay?
Let's go.

I gotta get my dogs.
Come here, dukie.

Come here, come here.
Dukie, dukie, whatever.

Uh, look, you got a back door?
Where we going? Come here, dukie.

- Uh, protective custody. - Well,
fuck that. I'm only dealing with you.

That was a cop that threw that
little party back at the biltmore.

Former cop, okay? We got rid
of him a long time ago.

- Luke. Come on, Luke. - Listen, lady, if
you wanna live, you ain't got no choice.

You got to trust me.

Oh, God! My God! Go! Go! Go!

Move! Go!

- (MARCUS) Run fast! Move!
- (GUNSHOTS CONTINUES)

(GROANING)

(GUNSHOTS)

Get the dog! Get my dog!
Here, doggie!

Jesus Christ! Who
the hell was that?

- (MARCUS) Go! - There is too
much killin' goin' on, Fergie.

Go after 'em! I'll go
around front. I got 'em.

Come on! Move your ass!
Let's go. Let's go!

- Fuck.
- Move! Let's go!

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (CUSTOMERS SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

Get in the car!

(CLICK) Damn it!

(JULIE) Goddamn it!
Fuckin' door!

Go, goddamn it! Go!
Okay, okay.

How did you miss 'em?
Hey, you fat fuck!

- Watch your fuckin' mouth. - If you'd
lose some weight, you would've caught 'em!

I'd like to squeeze your little
fuckin' head, you bastard.

Now you're in fuckin' trouble!

You get the license plate? Yeah,
I got the fuckin' plates.

- You cockeyed fuck.
- (SIRENS WAILING)

This is your goddamn getaway car? We're
not gonna get away from anything in this.

What is this, a goddamn
family station wagon?

Oh, my God, you got a
baby seat in the back.

It's a undercover car, okay?
Undercover.

Shit! I know they got a look at my license
plate. Were those the guys who shot Max?

What guys? All I saw were bullets.
You tell me what they look like.

I don't know. I was too busy tryin'
to keep a bullet out your ass.

I'm gonna need you to look through some mug
shots until you can identify Max's shooter.

- Where are we gonna do that?
- Protective custody.

No way! I told you I am not
going into protective custody.

Look, lady, I'm not playin',
okay? You really pissin' me off.

- I'll book your narrow ass. - Oh,
yeah? And I'll develop amnesia.

I suddenly feel a little case
of it comin' on right now.

Fine, lady. Where
would you feel safe?

You want to do protective custody?
We'll do in-home protective custody.

At your home, all right? I can
handle goin' to your place.

Yeah, my-my-my place.
My place is-no way.

(BARKS) Right, right.

My pla-yeah! No! My
place-yeah, my place is shit.

Mi-Mike Lowrey place.
You right. Whew.

That's the best idea you
came up with tonight.

Yeah, my place.

Wait here. Wait here.

Detective Burnett. How are ya?

Long time no see. I'm cool.

Mr. Lowrey's not here. He's out. He
said I could use his place tonight.

He didn't mention it to me.

Who's the chick?
How's your wife?

(CHUCKLING) Fine. She's fine.

And your kids? They're good?

Family's the most important
thing, you know. Is it?

Mr. Lowrey told me you got a baby factory
goin' on at your house. Is that true?

Here you go. (JOINTS
CRACKING) Ahh!

If that ain't enough, I'm gonna
run you in for extortion.

You know, I'm so stupid
sometimes. Are you?

Now that you mention it, Mr. Lowrey
did mention you coming by tonight.

What did he say? Did
he say he had a key?

Mm-hmm. Hang out. Here you go.
Hang out?

This it? Yeah.
You're hurting me.

Thank you. Good to see you.

Good to see you. Have fun.

It's not like that.
Sure, sure.

It's not like that.

(DOOR OPENS, JULIE
CLEARS THROAT)

(MARCUS) Ahem. Yeah, come on. Watch
your step walkin' through here.

Damn. I must have left
some incense burnin'.

Welcome to casa de Lowrey.
(CHUCKLES)

This is kind of-I'm always
movin' my switches.

See, I'm always decoratin', so sometimes
I just don't know where shit is.

(THUD) Damn!

Shit!

Why am I trippin' on
shit I know is there?

(SIGHS) Ohh. See you
found a light switch.

I should've known it was there since I
decorated the place. (PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah. - (ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hi, Mike. This is Yvette.

Ignore this. This is one
of my freaks, Yvette.

She's always callin'. Got to have
it. Don't call here no more now.

- Just one of my freaks.
- All of this on a cop's salary?

(YVETTE CONTINUES ON ANSWERING
MACHINE) Uh, well-(LAUGHS)

It's honest money. I'm a
second generation rich kid.

So if you're not in it for the paycheck,
what are you, some kind of action junkie?

Yeah. (LAUGHS) That
what you wanna call it.

I don't mind bats swung at my head,
bullets damn near grazin' my ass.

Gives me a rush. Uh, look,

let me give you a broad
stroke of the place.

Uh, got some t-bones in the
fridge for Luke and dukie.

Sorry. Your fridge
is this way.

I confuse my own shit. Uh-

wait a minute, wait a minute. What,
are you gonna leave me here alone?

Yeah, I gotta get back to the p.D.
These are Miami's peak crime hours.

You know. Apparently.

You know, they said that this
deal was going down in four days,

and I, you know, obviously seem
to be kind of a major glitch-

hey, y-you ain't with the bad
guys now. You with the cops.

With Mike Lowrey. You
with the cops, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.
Trust me. Hey-

(IMITATING ARNOLD
SCHWARZENEGGER) I'll be back.

I know that it's no time to joke,
but remember in the movie-

all right, all right.

Thanks for everything, Mike.

(LAUGHS) I'm gonna go. Ahem.

(BELL DINGS) Whew. Chet.

- That was quick. You one of those guys? In
and out. - It's not like that. The girl-

- she's a witness. I need you to
keep an eye out. - No problem.

Now listen to me. Hear me.

- Me? Okay. - That's right.
- All right.

- The moment Lowrey gets in, you have him
call me at home. - Okay, call you at home.

- Use this phone. Do not let him go
upstairs. - Don't let him upstairs?

He lives here. I-I don't want to argue
with Mr. Lowrey. I could lose my job.

Chet, trust me on this, okay?

Call you from here. Don't let
him up. Don't let him up.

- No problem. Okay. - Important
witness. Thank you.

I got a better idea.
I'm getting off in two

hours. I could go upstairs
and watch the door.

You know, like the cops do in the
movies? They sit on a stool?

Chet-I got a magazine
and everything.

- And I don't let anybody in or out?
- Chet!

Seriously, you know, all
kidding aside, I wanna help.

- You're helpin'. Can you do it from here?
- Yeah, I can do it from here.

Fine. That helps. From here,
okay? Okay. All right.

It's funny that you ask me, because
you know, I was gonna be a cop.

I took the test and everything. You
know, just didn't work out. Politics.

- Yeah. I know.
- Yeah?

You're my deputy. From here.
I'm your deputy. Great.

- Watch out for everything.
- You got it.

Take care, Chief.
I'm a deputy.

Don't "honey baby" me.
You smell like perfume.

(STAMMERING) I-it was just-

(DOOR SLAMS) And you don't even
have your wedding ring on!

Damn. Um-nah, I went undercover.

And so it required the taking off of
the ring, that's all, for a second.

But I got the ring. Look,
I just put my hand

in my pocket 'cause
that's where it was,

and it's right back on, baby.

Damn.

(SIGHS) Can I get a pillow?

Well, if it isn't the guy who
doesn't return phone calls.

You mind tellin' me where the
hell you been the last 12 hours?

I been pagin' you all night.
We got a situation

here that I think you
need to know about.

Look, Marcus, I got a dead madam, I got a
concussion and I got a real bad headache.

You got a headache. Let me tell
you what I did last night.

I had to sleep on my couch.
I wake-up this

mornin', I got a power
ranger stuck up my ass.

And while we're discussin' my ass?
I damn near got it blown off.

But guess what the good news is.
I got a witness.

- Marcus, Marcus, Marcus. Shh! - Let
me tell you about this witness-

you sound like a nagging wife.
I'm nagging. I'm nagging.

You see what happens when you go
off without me? You get into shit.

Oh, please, like shit don't
happen when you're there.

That ain't the point, okay? The point
is, if your partner pages you,

you might wanna get
back to your partner.

(MARCUS) I wanna meet the
man who whupped your ass.

I wanna meet who whupped shaft's
ass, that's what I wanna do.

Look at me, man. Last night-you
don't know what I been through.

My wife done kicked me out the
house. Kicked me out of happy home.

But no, you got to
go off by yourself.

"I got this, partner.
I got this."

Bullshit. I am feeling much
better, though, thank you.

Yeah, yeah. Uh-huh. And
I'm gonna get his ass.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MARCUS) Watch yourself.

Ho! What did I say? Did
you hear what I said?

I heard what I said 'cause I was
standin' there when I said it.

I told you to
secure a witness.

Not to shoot up a neighborhood!
Not to do another dead body!

Just get the dope back
and do it quietly.

Look, cap'n. This whole situation
is gettin' out of control.

You're goddamn right it's gettin'
out of control! Look, man,

I damn near had to pass a pop quiz
before she believed I was him.

Goin', goin'- shit.
A little off.

I haven't killed anybody
yet today, captain.

Hey, do you want me to yell
at you? 'Cause I can do that.

Let me tell you somethin'. This
witness? It's the only good news I got.

You guys are bad news.
So what does that mean?

If you have to be Mike Lowrey, Santa
claus, f.D. Hutton, I don't give a shit.

- That's what you're gonna be!
- Whoa, whoa,

wait a minute. What
the hell is goin' on?

I was gettin' 'em all in
before you showed up.

Can somebody talk to me, please?
Can I know what's goin' on?

Captain, these fools could have gotten
a look at my license plate last night.

So where's the girl now?
(DRIBBLING BALL)

- His place.
- What?

You left her by herself?
Our only fuckin' witness?

You left a strange hooker
alone in my apartment?

The girl is not a hooker,
as far as I know.

I had to stash her somewhere-her
and her dogs, Luke and dukie.

So you left dogs in my house? So
there's dogs and a hooker in my house.

- How about you add some chimps? We can
have a carnival. - She wasn't no hooker.

Hey! Shut up!

For years, Sinclair has been up my
ass, tryin' to pin somethin' on me.

I'm always takin' it for
you, right? Do it for me.

Now if we get this witness to I.D. The
shooters, maybe we catch our bad guys.

But until then-until then,
you are Mike Lowrey.

- That's what you are. You're him.
- I don't wanna hear it. - Man, I-

and you, you're you. You be
you, but not in front of her.

You're him. You're you.

Ah.

Uh, can we get a time-out here, captain?
What am I, like the designated homeless?

Hey, does it look like I care?
Whatever it takes, all right?

What did she say to you? The shooters
are gonna make their drop in four days?

- So we got four days. - Captain,
what kind of plan is that, man?

I can't be shacked
up with that woman!

I have a family to look after.
My wife will kill my ass!

You don't like your job? Quit.

Damn!

Look, I'll stay at the house
with Theresa and the kids.

Thank you, but no thanks. You wouldn't
last five minutes with my family.

Please, man, married life is easy.
You only got one woman to satisfy.

Yo, man. We ain't the cosbys.

Let's go. I got this.

Go.

Everybody wants
to be like Mike.

Yeah, and you're gonna
be retired like him too.

I'd have dunked
it on your ass.

Cleveland? I have never-

ooh! Hey, look, woman.
I done told you, okay?

It's a federal subpoena. What
am I gonna do, tell them no?

I don't know what you're gonna tell
'em. Why can't he go? Why can't you go?

Oh, you know, I wanted to. Captain Howard
said, you know, I'm irresponsible.

- No, he said "loose Cannon," 'cause
I'm shootin' in public. - Mike!

- Bang, bang, just out of nowhere
sometimes. - Mike! No, man.

Please.

Look, baby, okay? Mm-mmm.

The neighborhood has had a lot
of break-ins. I can handle it.

- I don't need Mike to handle it.
- I know you

can handle it, but I'm
worryin' about me.

Mike's gonna stay here
with you and the kids,

take care of y'all,
just 'til I come back.

(THERESA) Who's gonna pick the kids
up from day care? Mike can't do it.

Are you listenin' to me, baby?
I said Mi-I read a book...

That could probably
help y'all.

- It was-
- Mike, please.

Can you go down, have a
coke and a smile, please?

All right.

Y'all want somethin'?

Bring me a coke, Mike.
Baby, you want a coke?

- I'm fine, thank you.
- Mike!

All right, all right.

So explain it to me, Elliot.

We've got a problem
with our chemistry set?

- It's not a chemistry set. - He knows
it ain't a chemistry set, asshole.

So, what is it? The cutting agent
is a highly volatile substance.

I don't care. I don't care!
The ether that-

I'm not a fucking chemistry
teacher, Elliot.

So what is the problem?

- The problem is that
there's too much moisture

down here. - Yeah.
It's totally fucked.

- You shut up!
- Okay.

So what else? It's taking longer to
cook than we originally planned,

and if we rush it, we're gonna have
a lot of drugs that we can't sell.

You're fucking with my timetable
here. I gave you a deadline.

Do you understand?
I understand.

Julie? Yeah.

Oh, you, um, dressed? Hi.

Yeah, yeah. I am.

Okay, um, look. We gotta
go through some mug shots.

So I'm gonna hook into the
computer. We can do this.

Hey, Mike, who's the guy
in all the photographs?

Oh. I-you know, sometimes I
don't even look at my shelves,

and I forgot all the
pictures was here.

That's my partner. Yeah, that's
my partner, Marcus Burnett.

Oh. I've never seen
anything like this before.

Well, I can see how it may
throw you a little bit.

It's a cop thing. Yeah, these pictures are
up here for every time he save my life.

It's the same thing with him. You go to his
place, ain't nothin' but pictures of me.

- 'Cause it's like a shrine.
- Just a reminder. - Oh.

'Cause, I mean, when I saw it, you
know, it was like the whole wall,

I thought maybe they were, you
know, pictures of your lover.

- Of who? - I thought that-you know,
I thought maybe you were gay.

(AWKWARD LAUGH)
That I was gay.

No, no, no, no, no, baby.

I didn't mean to offend you. It's
like okay to be a homosexual, Mike.

No, y-y-y-you not listenin'.
It's not registerin', okay?

Believe me. Did you-did you sleep in
the bed? You didn't feel the dents?

Yeah, the dents come from all that.
That's how I gets down, okay?

Oh, that's... sweet.

Gay. (SCOFFS) If I was, I'd change
the drapes in this motherfucker.

- (BEEPING)
- (JULIE) No.

Want some? No, thanks.
I don't eat flesh.

Do what? That's flesh...

That you're shoveling
into your mouth.

That was like a living,
breathing creature.

It probably had a name.

It's just baloney. My
baloney has a first name.

Actually, your baloney
has about 30 names,

'cause they take like odd parts
from all different ones.

Like the leftovers-the hooves,
you know, stomach lining,

ears, stuff like that-

and they put it into this
machine and grind it all up.

And then pfft! Out
comes this sheet.

That's like what
you're eating now.

Whew. Okay. Ahem.

You know what? I don't eat baloney
no more. How 'bout a pickle?

- Can I eat the pickle? - There's a lot
of salt in it, but yeah, it's fine.

It is a vegetable. Lot
of salt in pickle?

Okay, let me rinse
it-let me rinse it off.

There we go. There we go.

- Hmm? How's that?
- Just... just keep goin'.

I don't even taste the salt now.
(TAPPING KEYBOARD)

Go back. Go back.

That's the guy. He was
there, in the room.

We got a tip they was runnin' some major
druggage up there, somethin' like 50 keys.

So we steps to the door. Boom!
Freeze! Miami p.D.! Get down!

Out of nowhere, this little
crazy pimp named chino...

Punched me in the head
with some brass knuckles.

Chino be runnin' ho's. Your
dad will explain that to you.

Look at it. Your dogs.

They're shittin' all over
my place. Liquid shit.

It doesn't help, you going around
shellacking it in with furniture Polish.

There's a piece right there.
Please, get that.

Fine. It look like
a chip of shit.

Francine, can I please have the
parole jacket on Noah trafficante?

Thank you. You know what, man?

I'm gettin' tired of
this witness, man.

I wanna get back to my life
the way it was. I'm tired.

I got married so I
could stop lyin'.

I cannot believe
you complainin'.

You got it easy compared to me,
livin' in that zoo you call home.

Hey, man. Why you got
to call my place a zoo?

I'm tired of you talkin' that
stuff. You wanna fight me.

No, but don't call my place no zoo.
Listen, listen. Francine, please.

Lis-

yo, that's my silk shirt, man!
Oh.

Yeah, it is kinda nice.

I figure since I'm gonna be like Mike,
I might as well dress like Mike.

♪ I mean-I wanna be ♪
♪ I wanna be like Mike ♪

- Pow! Huh?
- You're sick.

See, something is
wrong with you. Yeah.

You have a problem and you should have
yourself checked. Yeah. Probably.

(LAUGHING) Here's the file.

He works at club hell.
Thank you.

(BEEPER BEEPING) Can you
take care of this, please?

I gotta call the wife.
Whose wife?

Can you please do some work?

One time today. Just do something.
No, I'm gonna tell you-

do something that
helps this case. Boy-

you look real handsome
today, Marcus.

No, see, it's not
that kinda day, okay?

Leave me the fuck alone.
Seriously.

All right? What's up? P.M.S.?

No, damn the jokes. Damn 'em.

Ring it, okay? I ain't in
the mood. Hey. Yeah, yeah.

That's cool. Hold on.
(WOMAN ON PHONE) All right.

Okay, go ahead. (WOMAN
ON PHONE, INDISTINCT)

All right. How things
goin' with the kids?

They're fine. They're okay.

How's that potty trainin'
thing goin'? (LAUGHS)

- You are so silly.
- Are you gonna be late tonight?

Nah, it'll be 10:30,
11:00 before I get in.

Okay, I'll wait. Nah, don't
wait up. I'll be all right.

(DIAL TONE)

Why don't you rent a movie or something?
Something we can kick back to.

(LAUGHING)

- So what you wearing? - Gimme the
phone! Gimme the phone! Baby!

She Hung up a long time ago.
I was playin'. Baby!

Man, I'm-hey, no.
I was playin'.

(LAUGHING) I was playin'.
Hello?

Hey, man. Don't play
like that, okay?

- That's my family. Don't break up a happy
home. - Stop wearin' my clothes then.

(LAUGHING)

Boy, everybody's 'bout the motherfuckin'
jokes today, ain't they? Hello?

(MIKE SIGHS) I
cannot believe this.

Come on, Francine. This Eddie dominguez
file cannot be that hard to get into.

I've tried three times.
I just can't get in.

Besides, you know,
this is illegal.

(MIKE) Well, yeah, that
never stopped you before.

Just let me know if you
get anything, all right?

Anything for you, but I
can't get in. I tried.

♪ It's just me ♪
♪ against the world ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ It's me against the ♪
♪ world, baby oh oh ♪

What's up, Chet?
Hey, Mr. Lowrey.

Chet. Hey, Mr. Lowrey.

Okay. The Lowrey brothers.

(MIKE) Let's just get down to
club hell and pick up Noah.

Julie, it's me.

What's up? You're supposed to be gettin'
us into this Eddie dominguez file.

It's gonna be a day or two
before I can get fletch out.

We don't have no day or two.
I'm not the computer whiz.

- It's gonna take awhile
before we can hack the

computer. - You're not
taking care of shit.

(JULIE) Mike, I was thinking
about something. Hi.

You must me... Marcus. Marcus.
Marcus. I'm Marcus.

That's right. Marcus.
M-Marcus, right.

I'm... Julie.

Julie. All right. Julie, yeah.
Hi.

Nice to meet you. You too.

I recognize you from every
one of the photographs.

Oh, yeah, well, you
know, he's my man.

(ALL CHUCKLE NERVOUSLY)

On the wall. Those on the wall.
Yeah.

Well, you must be very good.

- I'm sorry.
- A-as a partner.

Given what-your job.
What you do.

Um, what time are we, uh,
doing this thing tonight?

Excuse me? Mike said that
we're going to a club.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, well, we, as in
me and my partner.

You wanted home protective
custody. You at my house.

Oh, that's just great.

So I'll just stay here again with Chet
the mini-moron doorman to protect me?

- Chet is very good.
- Oh! I'm sor-

that... looks like a
stain on your rug. Damn.

Yeah, that's my baby, Luke.

He gets kinda nervous in
new surroundings and-

he just shits, huh? Yeah, it's sort
of-it's like marking his territory.

Sort of a male thing.

I offered to pay Mike for the
cleaning. He wouldn't hear of it.

- I'm gonna get rid of it.
- Yeah, you don't need that.

I was gonna throw that out.
I just want a new look.

Mike, he's a special guy.
Boy, that Mike is special.

That's what I call him,
"special Mike." (LAUGHING)

It's funny how you could
just laugh at that.

That's why I love him.
Now, me?

Whoo! I'd be pissed!

- (CLEARS THROAT) - And look at
this cute little dog on the couch.

That's Luke.

Look how he crawls
around on the leather.

You wanna meet Duke?
He's-he's in the bed.

He's been feeling upset and having
diarrhea and throwing up all morning.

(JULIE) Oh, baby.

Oh, let's go see if little Duke
is gonna be okay, shall we?

(GROWLING, YAPPING)

Me and you. Me and you.

♪ Oh, Mike. ♪

- Hey, lady, who are you?
- Who the hell are you?

- Look, you gotta get out.
- Get your hands off me!

- Lady, don't push me!
- Hey, I'm Yvette!

You're not any Yvette I know.
Get your hands off me!

Hey, what are you doing?
Get-oh, look.

Get outta here, all right?
If you don't stop

stalkin' me, I'm gonna
arrest your ass.

(MARCUS) And I'm tellin'
you, you old psycho!

(YVETTE POUNDS ON DOOR) You asshole!
Woman's into some weird shit.

What is goin' on out here?

Excuse me. That
was crazy Yvette.

Stalkin' me. (LAUGHING)

Yvette? I forgot she was comin'!
You threw Yvette out?

(SIGHS)

Yvette is a masseuse. Huh?

She massages shit.
She told me.

Hey, listen, are there any
other totally hysterical...

Half-naked women popping by
tonight that I should know about?

- She was naked?
- Titties were out a little bit.

You threw Yvette out naked?

Okay. You-you're somethin'

see, my wife would hate-she
hates womanizers. (CHUCKLES)

I can't believe you. Somethin'
wrong with you. There is?

You don't respect other people's
shit, that's your problem.

- I been tellin' you that
since we started. You

always have-
- (JULIE TALKING, INDISTINCT)

Enough! Please!

Me and my partner, we're
gonna go to club hell...

So we can bust this fool Noah.

- Does anybody have a problem with that?
- Fine!

Don't blow the case.

♪ (ROCK) ♪

Okay, Frank, here's the deal.

You stay put. Anybody
tells you to move, don't.

I don't care what they say. Tell 'em
you're making a delivery for Mr. fouchet.

You got it? Frank?
Frank. Oh, geez.

It's ether! It'll
explode, you dope!

Don't even breathe,
you knucklehead!

(BEEPING) Noah.
I remember you.

(SCREAMING)

Check it, Lowrey. We got two days
left. Let's try to do this right.

No gunshots, no dead bodies.

I'm not tryin' to lose
my job on this one.

If I recall correctly, the last
couple dead bad guys belonged to you.

And next time you
have to kill 'em,

why don't you do it after we
get the information we need?

- That's just a suggestion.
- What do you think? - Please.

You ain't even trying
to compare body counts.

One, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh?
Should I keep goin'?

- Oh, damn, I'm out.
- All right. All right.

This guy Noah's parole jacket
says he works in there.

We're standing out front arguing
like a couple of schoolgirls.

- What do you say we put an end to
all this bickering, huh? - Right.

'Cause you're startin' to
get on my goddamn nerves!

♪ (ROCK) ♪

The guy. The guy. He got no
package. That ain't no guy.

♪ Divine ♪

♪ Sister salvation ♪

♪ Juke-joint jezebel's coming ♪
♪ for my cremation ♪

♪ - (GASPING) - divine ♪

Look at ya. Look at ya.
Can you stay focused?

What are you talkin' about?
I'm focused!

Yeah, focused on all this
scattered ass around here.

Let's do what we came to do and
get the fuck outta here. Simple.

Fine. Split up, check around. Meet
you at the bar in ten minutes.

Fine. Fine.

♪ (ROCK CONTINUES) ♪

(MAN) Holy shit! What the
hell is he doin'? Oh, man!

That's the cop! There he is!
See him?

(SECOND MAN) Yeah, yeah, yeah!
That's him! I'm goin'!

♪ (HUMMING) ♪

What's up?

(MARCUS) Whoo! Budweiser.

Feel like I had a million of
'em. (SWITCHBLADE CLICKING)

(GROANS)

What's up, motherfucker?

Tell me where to
throw this Jack-off!

- (GASPING)
- (SCREAMING)

All right.

(GRUNTING, SHOUTING)

Oh, fuck!

(CLICKING)

(MARCUS SHOUTS)

Next time, learn how to work
the safety with your punk ass!

I'll be back.

- Who done tore off and whupped your
ass now? - This ain't the time!

This really ain't
the fuckin' time!

They know. Let's get
Noah and get outta here.

♪ (ROCK) ♪

Hey, the chick. Look.
No, no, no. The chick!

The girl, right! The
bitch from the rooftop!

♪ I don't want it ♪
♪ I don't need it ♪

♪ I don't want it ♪

- Julie!
- (GUNSHOT)

(PATRONS SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

- (MARCUS) Let's go! - (JULIE)
That was the guy who shot Max!

(TIRES SCREECHING) The truck!
Come on! Let's take the truck!

- There! Right there!
- Move, move, move, move!

We're really in a hurry.

Go! Let's go! (JULIE) You're
cops! Why are we running away?

He's in there! (MIKE) Here!
Go!

Oh, this is good.
Noah's chasin' us!

What was that, huh?
What the-what was that?

That was I... Don't know.

But I had a perfectly good shot at him.
If your friend action Jackson over here-

- oh, ho, ho!
- No, no, no!

This is official police business!
You had no business in there!

And can you please drive
this thing? Please drive!

Don't bring it here! Don't
bring it here, all right!

You the one who picked a
slow-ass ice-cream truck!

What am I smellin'?
Just drive!

- What am I smellin'?
- (JULIE) Ether!

Extremely flammable ether.

- Oh, shit!
- Goddamn!

Oh, you, you, you the man!
You the fucking man tonight!

You go and pick an ice-cream
truck that's a damn bomb!

Ah, shit!

- This is protective custody?
- Yes!

(GUNSHOT BLAST) (SHOUTING)

- (HORN HONKING)
- Oh, shit!

You better do somethin', boy,
'cause we runnin' outta road!

Who picked this dumb-ass road?
All the goddamn

road in Miami and you
runnin' out of it!

You better come up
with an idea fast!

Why I gotta come up
with all the ideas?

- Take this shit! - Yo, we comin' to
a dead end! There's no more road!

We outta fuckin' road!

- Motherfucker's gonna blow!
- Get the fuck out!

(MARCUS GROANS, SIGHS)

Well. Should I add this
to your body count?

(MARCUS) There goes our
only lead to the dope.

Ain't this a bitch?

The dope? The do-

what are you talking about?

How 'bout there goes our
only lead to Max's killer?

I mean, he's still out there.
Oh.

But that's not important 'cause it's not
like it's your job to protect people.

See what I'm sayin'?
She's crazy! I'm crazy?

(ARGUING)

Marcus! You're gone!
I'm outta here!

She done fuckin' zoomed! She done
zoomed! This is the witness!

That's it. You deal with her.

Julie! Listen. No way! I-

(MARCUS) Bullshit! Yes, okay.
You're right.

This whole thing started
because of missing drugs.

But let me tell you something.

There's nothing, absolutely
nothing more important to Mike...

Than doin' this guy
that killed Max.

(SIGHS) (GROWLS) I know.
I know.

Sometimes he has a hard time
expressing his real feelings.

(CHUCKLES) (CHUCKLES)

So come on. It's gonna
be all right, okay?

We need you. Part of the team.

I thought he was supposed
to be the smooth one.

(MIKE) This has not
been a good day.

(MARCUS) Damn right.
This is bullshit.

We got two days to find these
fools and we got no leads...

'Cause you cooked Noah's
ass back on the freeway.

♪ (SINGING IN MIDDLE
EASTERN DIALECT) ♪

- Shampoo?
- Hello!

There. (MIKE) Then
let's just do that.

(MIKE) Hey, what's up? Hey.

(MARCUS) Julie, you don't take that
long to get shampoo. Let's go.

Look at this. "Animal tested.
Animal tested."

Do you know how many
chemicals are in this stuff?

I don't care if you go bald.
Get it and let's go.

- Jojo.
- He is a chemist.

There's entirely too much heroin and too
much ether for nobody to know nothin'.

What is he talking about?

You know the barrels of ether that
blew up on the ice-cream truck?

They were gonna use that
to process the heroin.

Yeah, they do that to cut it.
It like quadruples the value.

(MARCUS) Yeah, you can't just
stick it in the microwave.

Maybe you're on to something.
Let's pay for this.

Hey, how much is that?

- Fourteen twenty-five. - Damn. I
must have left my wallet somewhere.

Freeze, mother bitches!

- Don't you move! - I'm not
understandin'. I really don't.

- Shut up! - Do you just
attract violent people?

- Shut the fuck up! - Take it easy,
all right? We are police officers.

You are not police officers.
I'm not stupid.

I know. I know. I've seen
police. W-w-what are you?

- I'm gonna reach for my badge. - Badges?
- You want badges, mother bitch?

I give you badges! Here, 99
cents each! I sell you some.

You got eight fuckin' badges. I
told you this cop thing don't work.

I blow you! Then I blow you!

Blow me? What the fuck? No.
Hump me. That's all right.

I am from the middle east! I
kill before. I kill again!

- Fuck me, please! Hold on! - I'm
gonna blow you! No, you hold on!

Do you see the fuckin'
emotion I'm goin' through

right now? That means
this shit is serious.

That means me and this
motherfucker's not vibin' right now.

- That's what that shit means.
- You got somethin' on your chest?

That's what I'm sayin'!
Do you want some-

hello? The guy's got a Cannon!

- What do you want? - Do you want some?
- I want some!

- You want some bad enough, then
come and get some! - I'm gone.

- Hey, freeze, bitch!
- You freeze, bitch!

Oh, shit! I'm fucked.

Now back up, put
the gun down...

And gimme a pack of
tropical fruit bubblicious.

And some skittles.

Hell of a night.
I'm goin' to bed.

So... make yourself at home.
It's your bed.

I'll sit down for, you
know, for a minute.

You know, 'cause
I'm guardin' shit.

I'm watchin' out
for the bad boys.

So, you know, I
can see things.

You know, real well
from my "peripheals."

You know, for such a
stud, Mike Lowrey,

you sure seem a little rigid
about having a girl in your bed.

(SCOFFS) Who? Me? Mike Lowrey?

I'm not rigid. I'm
(MUMBLING) comfortable.

This-this is my bed.
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Why would I be uncomfortable?
Mm, I don't know.

I think it's more
than just wired.

I mean, maybe it was all
the guns and stuff.

I've never really shot a gun before,
and that's sort of all that,

I don't know, steel,
and I'm feeling-

don't you feel a little...
funny?

- Well, I'm not a comedian, but... I
don't mean like that kind of funny.

I mean like... funny.

Uh, huh. Ah-

no, now, uh-you-you-you
don't want that.

You-you don't want that,
'cause when I come,

I come with the thunder.

(CHUCKLES) Mike, you sound like
you're saving yourself for marriage.

Uh-no. Th-th-that
ain't me there.

That's Marcus.

You know what I'm sayin'?
He's the married one.

(LAUGHING) I got
some other-oh, no.

Oh. Oh, I done seen it now.
Turn the page.

No. Turn the page, girl.
I done already seen it.

Ha ha ha-ha ha! Don't laugh!

No. I cannot believe he
wore his afro that big.

I forgot all about that. He
looked cute like that, I think.

What's Marcus' wife like?

(SCOFFS) She's like a wife.

Well, I mean, she must
be pretty amazing...

To keep a guy like Marcus.

(CHUCKLES) K-k-k-keep
a guy like what?

Well, you know, like
watching him tonight.

I mean, he's very...
Sort of take-charge.

You know, the way he was sort of
throwing guys this way and that.

There's something about him.
I don't know what it is.

You know, he's so
smooth, you know? Boy.

I bet his wife's enjoying the
smoothness right this minute.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, he got a quality that
women respond to. Sure.

I can't imagine the
kind of woman...

That wouldn't find Marcus...
attractive.

Probably couldn't
be around him...

And, uh, just, uh, well, you
know, like our situation.

If two people were alone-no,
not with a guy like that.

Excuse me.

What is wrong with him? This one
goes on the bulletin board at work.

Uh-uh. Don't do that.
(RINGING)

No, come on, Mike. Put it back in.
I cannot believe you took it out.

Come on. Marcus will kill us if
he finds out. Give it to me.

I can't believe I let you
see it. Uh! Motherfucker!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GEARSHIFT GRINDING)

Oh, goddamn it!

Got some jewelry for you. Ah!

I'm sorry, but damn that.

Whoa. I think we need
to address the serious

lack of trust in
this relationship.

- Please. - Is this even legal?
- I don't think this is legal.

I won't be long.
Oh, it's legal.

Outta sight.

Yeah, Sanchez. Lowrey.
Yeah, your mother. Listen.

I think these guys are
about to make a move.

Blue convertible, two visible
occupants. Check it out, all right?

(PHONE BEEPS)

Hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Here we go.

Is that our guy? Where's
the girl? That's him.

I don't see any girl.
There's no girl.

(TOYS CLATTERING)

(DOG BARKING)

Fuck off, barkin'- ass dog!
Shut up!

(BARKING)

Sneak up on my own
motherfuckin' house!

What in the world?
Very strange.

His ass upstairs. Supposed to
be my boy. You motherfucker!

Duckin' and weavin'
up and down.

Look at this shit. Is
this what you want?

Got me climbin' like
a fuckin' chimp!

No, but I ain't goin' out like that. Don't
take nobody that long to get in bed.

Got my babies in the house.

Your man can't get
no quality time,

but, oh, yeah, my partner
can get some quality times.

I don't play that shit. Ahh!

(AWNING CREAKING)

- There's somebody out there!
- Quick. Get the kids. Get the kids!

I knew it! I didn't even have to
call the fuckin' psychic line!

- I knew it!
- Freeze!

(SHOUTING, GRUNTING)

Move and you're a dead man!
Motherfu-

gun right up to his head. They're gonna
shoot each other. This is unbelievable.

Miami police! Freeze!
I am the police!

Marcus, what are you doing?

You're doin' Theresa!
No, I'm not!

Nobody does my baby!
Ahh! Marcus-

we could sneak up and
snuff 'em both right now.

We're supposed to get the girl.
Forget them.

Never fuck with a cop's
family, asshole.

Doesn't that piss you off? (RUIZ)
That pisses the fuck out of me.

Don't get me started.
Get outta the car.

Motherfucker!

Some shit is making you crazy!
You know there

ain't nothin' goin' on
between me and Theresa.

(DOG BARKING) (GASPING)

Man, I been your
partner for six years,

and I been your
boy all my life.

For you to even let some dumb shit
like that creep up in your mind-

this is me, man! What
is wrong with you?

Man, it was just-it was
fuckin'- I don't know.

I just-I just-I just-
(THERESA) Mike?

Mike!

Uh, the-uh, the-yeah,
I'm-I'm fine.

Get the fuck outta here, man.
Where's Julie?

She's in the car. I handcuffed
her to the steering wheel.

Are you trying to
blow this whole case?

My bad, man. I ain't
had no quality time.

You know how that shit is. Sometimes
you do dumb shit. That's all that is.

(PANTING)

Yo, my bad, huh?

My bad. It's cool, man.

Go, go, go. All right, all
right. I'll do it. Yeah.

I'm with ya.

These phone calls were made to club
hell from this precinct. Explain.

I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

Gimme a name. Gimme
a goddamn name!

Okay. Okay.

(PANTING) All I know is
his name. Gimme his name.

You're looking at a lot
of time, you know that?

Fouchet. Fouchet, I think.

That's his whole name?
Fouchet? Fouchet.

I-I-I'm just an errand boy.

- Stop. You're gonna make me cry.
- Big, dumb

fuckin' errand boy,
that's what you are.

Watching the house
was my first gig.

Oh, how sweet. Does
that make you union?

If you were a real cop, in the
field, working every day,

you'd realize that sometimes
shit happens, okay?

Don't give me that crap. You're
on your way to being reassigned!

Shut down, soon. Who's
gonna reassign me? You?

You don't have the
authority to reassign me.

So until you do, stay
the hell outta here!

They should just bone and
get that shit over with.

I'm getting really
tired of this.

You're tired? (MAN) These guard
dogs ain't cuttin' it no more.

They're overfed, they're lazy.
We need video surveillance.

These guard dogs
are nothin'- jojo!

Oh, don't make this hard, Jo!

Nice runnin' into you, jojo.

Always makin' it hard
on yourself, jojo.

Gee, Julie. What have you been
up to the last couple days?

Oh, nothing. Just hanging out,
handcuffed to steering wheels.

We're lookin' for someone who can
step on a shitload of heroin.

Do it real fast, real well. We're
lookin' for a real pro, jojo.

I told you already, I'm in the
rubber business now, man.

Jojo, we're not playin', man.
Huh?

I'm tellin' you, man.
I'm straight, man.

I'm straight like a board. Like an arrow.
I'm so straight right now it's sick.

Jojo, this is a lot of dope.
Who could cut it real quick?

"Cut it"? You cut it up?

I don't know nothin' about it.
I'm sick of this bullshit!

- What's up, yo?
- You pullin' a gun on me?

You're cops. I can't believe this.
I should turn you in to hard copy.

- Put your ass on TV! - What
are you doin'? - I got this!

Jojo... (COCKS GUN) I got
15 bullets in this gun.

- Mike! - If you don't
start talkin' to me,

I'm gonna fill your lyin'
ass full of hot shit.

- Now what's up? - He's a former
ganja smokin' motherfucker.

He ain't worth it!
Do you want some?

I'll bust your ass too!

So sad. You on your own, jojo.

What's up, Jo?

I'm gonna tell you like this. You
splatter his ass, he's no good to us!

Fuck that. Fuck that! I'm not
goin' down over this shit!

I'm not goin' down for you
killin' jojo, the tire man!

- Okay! Okay! - I don't
want brain fragments on me!

That shit gets in your
clothes and it stinks!

- Okay.
- Fuck that, jojo!

I'll tell you what I know.
I don't know everything.

- I know a little bit.
- Tell him something, Jo!

- It's three guys, all right? They
got a laboratory... (COCKS GUN)

No, no. No. No, it's two guys.

One guy died in a plane crash last
year. It was fucked up. N-no-

- no! There should be more! Oh, fuck, man!
- Uh-no, no, no, no.

It's one guy, really.
It's only one guy.

Don't fuck with me.
One main guy.

This guy's an Einstein,
motherfuckin' genius, college boy.

Fuckin' egghead motherfucker.
He got four eyes and glasses.

He got a rich mama and daddy
who live out in coconut grove.

- Where? Tell him again! I don't want you
to get hurt! - I'll tell you where he's at.

You would do that
for us, jojo?

Yeah, I wanna help you guys.
You stick that gun down.

I got the address in
the-in the office.

Well, thanks a lot, jojo. Why
don't you go grab that? Cool.

You can go ahead. Yeah,
now is good. Now?

Now is real good, jojo. Yeah.
This is on me too.

Why don't you guys pick
out some whitewalls

for yourselves? A little
gift from me to you.

(GUFFAWS)

You made me think you were gonna
shoot me for a minute. I was.

(MARCUS) When is this
punk-ass chemist coming home?

So... this is a stakeout.
Not what I imagined.

Thought there'd be more...
conversation.

Sorry it's not up to your...
usual high standards.

Is he always like
this on a stakeout?

What is it? Too much caffeine?
Not enough sex?

Hey. Ooh, I can't believe
she went there on you.

You don't know who
you talkin' to?

That's Mike Lowrey over there.

(CHUCKLES) King ding-a-Ling.

Why don't you whip it
out for her, big boy?

- Uh-huh. Right on your forehead. Yeah.
- Oh, shut up.

(ENGINE REVVING,
TIRES SQUEALING)

- There he is! Yo, let's go! Let's
go! Let's go! - I'm on him.

What are our chances?

Remember club hell? Worse.

Well, that's it. I'm
callin' major backup.

I want motherfuckin' swimmin'
ducks in here. Whoa, whoa.

Hold it. You know Sinclair got every
phone in the damn station tapped.

We gotta do that in person.
Shit!

(MARCUS) By the time we
deal with that bullshit,

every junkie in America
will be high off our bust.

Can we help you?

I staked out all night in the back of
that jalopy too. I think I earned a peek.

Hey, this is real cop stuff.
This is not Charlie's angels.

- All right. It can't hurt for her to
take a peek. - Oh, it can't hurt to look?

They fire a goddamn bullet over
here, it'd hurt, won't it?

We have guests.
Have them followed.

Don't do anything. Just call
me with their location.

This high-speed chase
ending on a trestle near

the river drive and 34th
streets intersection...

Was captured two nights ago
by our six action news team.

Mom! Mom!

Both police officers
involved in the incident...

Seemed to escape injury. I thought
you said daddy was in Cleveland.

Can't be in Cleveland.

(REPORTER) Apparently the officers
didn't like the presence of our cameras.

No, baby, your daddy just
wishes he was in Cleveland.

I'm tellin' you, man, this
fouchet, he's a slick one.

F.B.I., d.E.A., they
got nothin' on him.

But he got to deal
with us today.

What's that?

That's the last time they ever handcuff
me again, that's what that is.

Good boy.

Excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am.

All visitors must
be announced!

Pisses me off! Lady. Lady!

I guess when you
guys get back,

this will all be over, right?

You got that right.
Don't worry, though.

You'll be set free. Cut loose.

You'll be back to
your own life.

Oops. No more handcuffs.

(LAUGHING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)
Get up outta here.

That should be Chet
with my veggie burger.

Move your ass! You
got it, babe.

Hi. Can I help you?

Yes, I'm here to kill my
husband. Marcus Burnett?

And that would be the tall
one or the short one?

- The short one.
- Thought so.

Is Chet ringin' the-oh! Baby-

um-Theresa.

Uh, let me get your husband.

Marcus. Get over here.
(SHOES SKIDDING)

Okay. I'm a-

because I know what it looks
like. Did you get my message?

Huh? Um-

can you, um, um, um,

leave me and
Mrs. Burnett alone for-

right.

Y'all met? Um-

baby-

I-I know. So let me-m-Marcus.
Marcus. Marcus.

As far as I am concerned, you can
keep the wedding ring in your pocket.

- Because you, your new little
girlfriend... - Ooh, shit!

And Mike will all be
very happy livin' here.

Trust me. Sweetie, honey.
Shh, shh.

(WHISPERING) We
can-it's not even-

no, no, no, no. I
saw it on the news.

Come on. That shit be
havin' a slant. It's a-

(LUKE GROWLING)
Baby, it's not-

you're no longer
welcome to my house.

He didn't tell you I was
comin' in the airport early?

Remember I said call her? That you
was gonna bring me to your place?

(BELL DINGS) Tell her
about when I told you.

You were gonna bring me
to your place-ju-Julie!

- Julie!
- All right.

I ain't even gonna,
you know-nah.

We not arguin' about this.

Okay. I'm raisin' my-all
right, here-baby-

believe me, we
wanted to tell you.

It really doesn't
matter anymore.

'Cause, Mike, Kojak-whatever
your name is-

aside from that fact, I'll
tell you something else.

If his wife could find us, I'm
a lot better off on my own.

This-I could see how
it would look a trip.

- Uh-huh.
- You-you-you see me.

I runnin' out. I got a shirt open.
You see Mike. He half-butt-naked.

Then you-then you
see the white girl.

So, this looks like we
havin' one big motherfuckin'

orgy up in here, and
ain't nobody humpin'.

I'm tellin' you. Ain't
nobody doin' none of that.

It's not what it looks like,
okay? Hear what I'm sayin'.

Baby, she's a material witness.
That-

that's real! No.

Ther-baby, Theresa, listen.
That ain't-

it was orders, baby. Listen.
It was orders.

(BELL DINGS) Can
I talk to you?

Can you stop so I can
talk to you, please?

Enough with the smooth shit.
It's not gonna work anymore.

(SIGHING)

I don't care what you say.

- Duck! Duck!
- Julie, get down! Get down!

- (SCREAMING)
- Get out!

Mike! Help! Out!

- (TIRES SQUEALING)
- 9-1-1!

Yeah, 911? Yeah, Chet here.

Go upstairs and take this.
Take it!

Don't worry. I'll keep everybody
calm until my backup arrives.

I love you, Marcus.

Shit! I forgot to
give 'em the address!

- (JULIE CRYING)
- (FOUCHET) Move!

Go, go, go, go! Watch it!
Watch it!

Keep goin'!

Move her! Get her in!

I'll kill you if
you stop running!

Run!

(FOUCHET) Move! Move!

Move!

(MUTTERING)

(JULIE, WOMEN SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS, GLASS BREAKING)

It's okay. I'm
with the police.

It's cool. You look great!

- (GUNSHOT)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)

- Drive! Drive!
- I'm driving!

(JULIE) Stop it!

(DRIVER) There he goes!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

Don't ever say I wasn't
there for you. (PANTING)

(CAPT. HOWARD) What is it with you guys?
How come it's always good news, bad news?

You know exactly where the dope is,
but you lose our only witness.

I don't get it.
(PHONE RINGING)

- (RUIZ) Hey, Lowrey, pick up your phone.
- (RINGING)

Lowrey. Hi, Mr. Lowrey.

I'm keeping your sweet little friend
for four hours until I make my deal.

And I will make my deal.

I just put a bullet in the chemist
who fucked with my timetable.

The other one is for
the girl, okay?

Son of a bitch!

Twisted motherfucker just
shot one of his employees.

Said if we don't back off, he's
gonna kill Julie. All right-

not now. I told you
to play by the rules.

I am on the verge of
solving this case.

You turned South beach into a war zone. I
finally got the authority to shut you down.

As of today, you're
all reassigned.

(MARCUS MUTTERING,
SWEARING) (DOOR SLAMS)

All right, this guy is
paintin' me into a corner.

He'll kill the girl anyway.
We're not gonna let her die.

And we're not walkin' away from this
bust. I don't give a shit what she says.

The deal goes down
in four hours.

You guys got two
hours to find them.

It's time to get lucky.

Go do what you gotta do.

(MIKE) Fletcher, man,
you kinda told us that

this would move a little
quicker than this.

(FLETCHER) It's not that easy, okay?
If it was, you'd be doin' it.

Work your magic. You say,
you're a computer whiz, man.

Hey, man, back up off me, okay? I'm
doin' an illegal favor for you.

This is what I got
put in jail for.

- So you back up off me. - Man, you don't
sit your lanky ass down, bottom line?

I will knock you the fuck out!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Fletcher, have a seat.

You said you'd get me out
of jail. I wasn't lyin'.

(TYPING, COMPUTER BEEPING)

(SIGHS) Cops are so dumb.
Look, it's coming up.

Remember, you promised to get
me out. (MIKE) Fletcher.

Right there. Eddie dominguez.

There it is. Voila.

(MIKE) Girlfriend?

It was new year's Eve, and
my ex-boyfriend, Eddie,

and this french guy, they took some
really horrible pictures of me.

They said that they would put them up on
the bulletin board of my kid's school...

Unless I gave them a lot
of narcotics information.

But I never gave them
you or the girl!

Look, they got the girl.
We need to get them now.

Because if we don't,
they're gonna kill her.

How do you make contact?

I have their mobile
phone number.

(SOFTLY) God-I know.
I'm sorry.

Listen, listen. Mike,
I'll make it up to you.

I'll do anything you want.

We don't have a lot of time.
Let's go.

You have sexy ears,
you know that?

I wanna lick 'em.
(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah.
- Yeah, can I speak to Romeo?

There ain't no Romeo here,
asshole. What are you laughin' at?

This cell phone will keep triangulating
him no matter where he goes.

We'll watch this on this
map until he stops.

(COMPUTER VOICE) Sector 2-3-4.
Signal's still strong.

We still have a lock.

Come on, baby.

Thank you.

Lucy was the Queen, baby.
Think about it.

Lucille ball was a bimbo.
What are you talkin' about?

Desi was the brains
behind the whole thing.

How could you say that?

What do you mean?

Take those bongos away from
that guy, he's nothin'.

It's conga. Don't be so stupid.
Because it's desi-

yo, fellas, what's up?

(RUIZ) Oh, the fuckin'
pencil squad!

- You get us assigned to traffic duty?
- No, this is real.

We got somethin' for you.
Shit could get you killed.

Let's go.

Here we go.

It's Conrad. I'm
callin' in a favor.

(POLICE TECHNICIAN) Eastbound
towards northwest 135th street.

Northeast. Keep
goin' northeast.

If I'm wrong about this,
you can fire my ass.

Now this is what I need.

I need a SWAT team,
helicopters-

we're callin' all cars. Only I
don't know where I need 'em.

- Very nice car you got there.
- Oh, yeah.

That's my toy. I'm taking it
with me, for my collection.

And how about the
wire transfers?

Two wire transfers to
your banks. Mm-hmm.

Totaling $180 million.

And 20 in cash.

Damn!

This has been a shitty week.

(POLICE DISPATCHER) Getting full
integration on that signal.

Yeah. We're on the
airfield now.

I bet you it's up in the
old hangar section.

(BEEPING)

Let's bring it up!
Bring it up!

Deposit confirmation
requested.

90 million, geldersbank
of Zurich.

- No easy approach.
- (MARCUS) No time. Fuck the backup.

(MARCUS) We gotta go now.

Not a problem.

What, you got an itch?
I'd love to scratch it.

Scratch this, okay?

I'll scratch whatever you want
me to, you blue-eyed bitch!

Did you go to college?

(BANK OPERATOR SPEAKING,
INDISTINCT) Thank you.

You guys sure you wanna do this?
Let's go!

Tuck in your skirt, baby.
Come on!

My shit always
works sometimes!

This is the best you can buy.

It's been very nice doing
business with you.

- (MARCUS) Damn it!
- Oh, shit!

- Fouchet, it's a setup!
- I hijo de puta!

If I get killed, I'm
fuckin' you up!

Go, goddamn it! Go, go, go!

Go, goddamn it!

- I Mira, El carro!
- Okay, okay!

- Oh, my God!
- (GUNFIRE)

- (SCREAMING, GRUNTING)
- (GUNFIRE)

(SCREAMING)

(HOLLERING)

Julie!

- (GUNSHOT)
- Ah, motherf-ah!

(GUNFIRE)

Get down!

Shit!

- You forgot your boardin' pass!
- (GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING)

You motherfuckers!

What's up?

Oh, shit!

- (SCREAMING)
- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPING)

- (SHOUTING)
- (GUNFIRE)

Mike, let's go!

Get in the car!

Get in, Mike! Come on!

- Let's go! Get in!
- (JULIE) Get in the car!

This shit's gonna blow!

Get up!

Oh, shit! Please, catch that
motherfucker who shot me!

- Shot you? He shot me!
- You all right?

I'm fine. I had a run-in with Jim
brown over here, but I'm fine.

He steals our shit, kidnaps
Julie, shoots at my wife.

Oh, we beatin' him down.
We beatin' him down!

Marcus, I just got one
question for you, bro.

How the hell you gonna leave my ass
at a gunfight to go get the car?

Shut up and let
him drive, okay?

Seem like that gunshot wound has
improved your drivin' skills.

You got the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

- What the fuck are you doin'?
- Gettin' it outta the way.

Just punch it, man! Go!

This car's faster! This
is a faster fuckin' car!

It's gonna be one or the other!
It's gonna be him or us!

You better fuckin' win,
that's all I know!

You better win!
You better win!

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Now that's how you
s'posed to drive!

From now on, that's
how you drive!

(GROANING) (GLASS BREAKING)

- (COCKS GUN)
- Freeze!

He ain't even worth
killin', man.

- (MIKE) Freeze!
- (GUNSHOT)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(MARCUS) Fouchet. Bet when your
punk ass woke up this mornin',

you didn't think about 5:00 you'd
have a hole in your leg, did ya?

(PANTING)

You couldn't kill me, you
chickenshit, could you?

Oh, no, I could. You
talkin' like it's over.

I was just pausin'.

I'm getting the hang of
this whole marksman shit,

you know what I mean?

That shootin' 'em from 30 yards
while they runnin' away,

nah, that's not it.

Here's where it is, right here.
Point-blank, up close and personal.

- Mike!
- That's what I'm talkin' about.

- Would you do it?
- (MARCUS) Mike, step off!

(PANTING) Do it. Do it!

Do it!

Yo, it's over.

(CHUCKLES) He's a joke.

He's a motherfuckin' joke.

(LAUGHING)

A joke.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GROANING)

(MARCUS) I ever tell
you I love you, man.

Yeah, you know you always be
getting emotional after gunfights.

It's 'cause I'm glad we
survived. (CHUCKLES) Shit!

(BOTH LAUGH)

What you talkin' about?
(LAUGHING)

I love you too, man.

Don't be lookin' at me. I said, yeah,
"I love you." I said that shit.

- You my boy, man! - No, no,
you like my brother, man.

♪ - (JULIE) So what am I? ♪
♪ - bad boys, what you want ♪

Oh, man-Julie, sweetie, you-

you-you-you a
little dangerous.

Yeah, see, you like a
magnet for random gunfire.

But you all right. You cool.

You down. You down. (SIGHS)

So... what's next?

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪
♪ what you gonna do nah. ♪

No. (CHUCKLES) See, there
ain't gonna be no next.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Whoa, Marcus. Come on, man.

You wanted Mike Lowrey?
You got him.

Right here. That's Mike.
Old Mike Lowrey.

I'm goin' home to my wife
to get my quality time.

Marcus, why don't you
stop playin', man?

I been beat three times
since we been out here.

I'm cool, man. Don't need
no help. Please, back up.

Back up. Don't need no help.

Why you going home
to your wife?

- You got shot in your leg. Your dick
probably don't work. - (JULIE) Marcus!

Can we have the keys? Mike wanted
me to go to this gunfight.

Then there was this witness.

♪ What you gonna do ♪
♪ when they come for you ♪

My man. Oh, I'm sorry. Hey!

My man, can you let me outta
here? I don't got the keys.

You don't have no keys? Why
wouldn't you have keys?

Would you-ouch!

Marcus, I thought you said
you loved me. Show me love!

♪ You're too bad ♪

♪ You're too rude ♪

♪ You're too bad ♪

♪ You're too rude, yeah ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪
♪ what you gonna do ♪

♪ What you gonna do ♪
♪ when they come for you ♪

(MUSIC)

Huh! Huh!

♪ ("FIVE O, FIVE
O" BY 89 BOYZ) ♪

(MUSIC)

♪ here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to go ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Five o, five o there ♪
♪ they go, there they go ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to go ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Bad boys runnin' slow ♪
♪ gotta go, gotta go ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys, ♪
♪ what you gonna do ♪

♪ You gotta catch me, ♪
♪ I'm a crew, but ♪

♪ If you wanna see me ♪
♪ in the backseat, huh ♪

♪ You gotta win ♪
♪ this track meet, uh ♪

♪ Now to win first place ♪
♪ be in good shape ♪

♪ And prepare for a good chase ♪
♪ 'cause I'm jumpin' over gates ♪

♪ And on top o' corvettes ♪
♪ like Tony dorsett ♪

♪ Now bet, bet you can't ♪
♪ catch me, though ♪

♪ 'Cause doughnuts make you ♪
♪ run slow, ya know ♪

♪ But you have a good chance if ♪
♪ you take off the tight blue pants ♪

♪ And call all your boys ♪
♪ on the c.B., uh ♪

♪ And tell 'em ♪
♪ if they see me ♪

♪ To roll me down now ♪
♪ hold me down ♪

♪ But first you gotta slow me ♪
♪ down 'cause here they come ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to go ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Five o, five o there ♪
♪ they go, there they go ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to go ♪

♪ Here they come here they ♪
♪ come it's time to do it ♪

♪ Bad boys that's ♪
♪ all she wrote ♪

♪ Eleven-ten-seventy ♪
♪ that was my intro ♪

♪ But now I'm makin' dough ♪
♪ I'm rollin' a six-four ♪

♪ But things get shady ♪
♪ where the grass is green ♪

♪ Brothers don't wanna upset some ♪
♪ hoods like they never seen her ♪

♪ Young Mac daddy do his thing ♪
♪ 'cause I pack right ♪

♪ I got 44 ways to ♪
♪ make you act right ♪

♪ And it's a shame how ♪
♪ the game must be played ♪

♪ It was told, nip a foe by ♪
♪ the brothers you can't Fay ♪

♪ So raise up ♪
♪ off this young ho ♪

♪ 'Cause I heard you punkin' some ♪
♪ but you can't punk me, do ♪

♪ I got my own thing ♪
♪ 'cause I let my boot swing ♪

♪ If you wanna bring it ♪
♪ bring it on no pain, no gain ♪

♪ So as I kick, can you ♪
♪ peek what I speak ♪

♪ Technique's unique, so what ♪
♪ you're singin' is obsolete ♪

♪ So there it is ♪
♪ as I go about my biz ♪

♪ I can only bring it to you ♪
♪ like this in so many ways ♪

♪ So homies are reminded do not ♪
♪ take them from your friend ♪

♪ And show that you're legal ♪
♪ in so many ways ♪

♪ Show that you're legal ♪
♪ in so many ways ♪

♪ 'Cause I borrowed ♪
♪ and you'll borrow ♪

♪ But I lend them ♪
♪ if I lend ♪

♪ And show that you're legal ♪
♪ in so many ways ♪

♪ Show that you're legal ♪
♪ in so many ways ♪

(MUSIC)

♪ nobody nah give ♪
♪ ya no break ♪

♪ Police nah ♪
♪ give ya no break ♪

♪ The old soldier man ♪
♪ nah give ya no break ♪

♪ Not even your ijin nah give ♪
♪ ya no breaks, hey yeah ♪

♪ Watch out say ♪
♪ hey, they come, come ♪

♪ I figure they just the bad boys ♪
♪ playin' in the diggy dum-dum ♪

♪ Dumb, dumb hey, what ♪
♪ do you want with my life ♪

♪ You seen me on the block ♪
♪ tryin' to sell my rock ♪

♪ But how do you make a deal ♪
♪ with a nickel-plated to your head ♪

♪ Tocktick tell them ♪
♪ how the head go ♪

♪ I think it's time for ♪
♪ me to quit why ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm tired ♪
♪ of all the bullshit ♪

♪ (CONTINUES, INDISTINCT) ♪

(MUSIC)

♪ so bongo-longo get your gas ♪
♪ don't forget your crow ♪

♪ Tell me what you're gonna do ♪
♪ 'cause the devil is comin' for you ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪
♪ what you gonna do ♪

♪ What you gonna do ♪
♪ when they come for you ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪
♪ what you gonna do ♪

♪ What you gonna do ♪
♪ when they come for you ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪
♪ what you gonna do ♪

♪ What you gonna do ♪
♪ when they come for you ♪