♪ 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)
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)
- 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 ♪