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I ain't running for free. - What's the bet? - I win, we lay it down. We turn in our papers and we retire. All right, well, when I win, you stop all this foolish retirement talk. We ride this thing till the wheels fall off. - Bad boys for life. - Uh, bad boys ain't really boys anymore. Hey, Cap, just have the ambo on standby. Old boy gonna need fluids and oxygen. - That's him, Cap. That's him. - Okay. On your mark, get set, go! - Go, Marcus! You got this! - Where you at? - You got this! Breathe! - Uh-oh, where you at? Come on, baby!
Bad Boys for Life
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I'm done, Mike. Oh, here we go again. No, this time it's different. When I looked into that little baby's eyes, something changed. I want to spend my days watching that little boy grow. Man, Theresa does not want your ass sitting at home, getting fat and breaking shit. You know, Mike, we got more time behind us than in front. It's time to make some changes, for real. You can miss me with that. I'm living my best life. You're dyeing your goatee, Mike. - What? - You're dyeing your goatee. I am not dyeing my goatee. That's Midnight Cocoa Bean. I recognize that. - Go ahead with that shit. - That ain't Midnight Cocoa...? - Go ahead somewhere. - Let me ask you something. You want your legacy to be muscle shirts and a body count? Don't you know family is all that matters? Hey, granddaddy! - Rita. - Oh, no. Pop-pop. He's going with Pop-pop. - Pop-pop? - Yeah. Got pics, Pop-pop? - Oh, you know I do, right? - Let's see. There you go.
Bad Boys for Life
1m53s
- I love him. - Yeah. And congrats to you, lieutenant. I hear Howard tapped you to head up AMMO. Wow, congrats. What's AMMO? Advanced Miami Metro Operations. A small team trained in new tactics and investigative methods. Gonna replace us old dogs. - Or teach them some new tricks. - Heh. For real, Marcus. So happy for you. Thank you. Hey, guys! Hey! Everyone's here. How are you? Dumbass. - What? - She is perfect for you. Smart as hell. Confident. Ambitious. She just wasn't the one for me. - All right? - What is for you? Dying all alone and sad as shit? You just jealous. How long you been married? Twenty years? - Twenty-six. - Tell the truth. When's the last time you had sex? - None of your damn business. - Exactly. How many great women are you gonna let go? Heh. I mean, you get a lot of loving, but have you ever really been in love? Of course. I mean, yeah, I was... I was in love. One time. A long, long time ago. You never told me. Nigga, I don't tell you all my business. Look, all you need to know is that I'll be running down criminals till I'm 100. You the last brother that needs to be talking about running down anyone after the hospital. The hospital? What you talking about? What happened at the hospital? Running to see baby Marcus. I dusted your ass. You spent that run staring at my one good ass-cheek, Mike. You're saying that you actually outran me? - You beat me in a footrace? - It's been said. Oh, hell, no. Nothing sadder than old men revisiting the past. Whoa, hey, no stretching. Stretching is cheating. - Hey, who you got, Cap? - I got 50 on a torn ACL.
Bad Boys for Life
27.2s
AMMO's got this. AMMO? Come on, Cap. AMMO? With all due respect, AMMO is a high school musical... boy band with guns. They don't even have shit. How do you know what they have or don't have? They have! - What do they have? What? - They have. The bullets they carved out of you, they were custom rounds for the P90 Herstal. AMMO's gonna find the dealer - that supplied your shooter. - How?
Bad Boys for Life