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1m13s
I was ashamed at some of the stuff we had to do. I know "thou shall not kill," but they were bad guys, all of them. You know, Mike hardly had a life yet. No wife, no kids. If you could just please find it in your heart to give him one more chance, man. Straight up, he's my best friend. My brother. If you just spare him, I swear to you, I will put no more violence in this world. A drive-by shooting has a famed Miami-Dade police officer fighting for his life. Witnesses report hearing shots and a blacked-out bike fleeing the scene. Lowrey remains in critical... Guys, let's run Cap through what we got on the case. Kelly, run us through ballistics. So the slugs in Officer Lowrey were SS190. P90 fires that caliber, the Herstal. But these were subsonic 5.7-by-28s, custom rounds. I wanna know who made those bullets. We are watching 4chan and cross-referencing players in the market with the feds' red lines. Mike's like a son to me.
Bad Boys for Life
45.5s
Okay, everybody is way too serious. Raids are supposed to be fun. They're like field trips with guns. This is not a raid. It's surveillance. Surveillance? Right. Meaning we're just gonna watch the crime. We'll record him in the deal and bring him in facing serious time. Then we'll get him to talk and he's gonna tell us everything that we need to know. Or since he's gonna be there and we're gonna be there, I mean, we could just grab him. Well, thank you for your input. Okay. Listen up. Booker Grassie is the guy that sold the bullets we took out of Michael. Hey, look, um, you think you could stop calling me Michael in front of everybody? It's your name.
Bad Boys for Life
55.9s
- Putting your seat belt on? - Yeah. - That's how we do it now? - You're damn right. Number one's on my ass! Crossing 395 into Overtown. Whoa, Mike. Overtown's a no-go. Zway got people here. Dangerous people. We're dangerous people. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Shit, whoa! Damn Nerf gun, rubber bullet bullshit. They shooting slugs, we firing gummy bears. Mike, pull over for a minute. I need to tell you something. - Pull over? - Yeah. One second. Let me see if Zway will pull over. Zway-Lo! Marcus needs to pull over for a second! Hey, can we get a time-out? Damn it, Mike, I need to tell you something! - What? - I made a promise to God. - To who? - To God. What the hell are you talking about? Look, I told the Lord that if you made it through that I would make no more violence. He definitely knew you was bullshitting with that. Violence is what we do.
Bad Boys for Life
32.9s
- Oh, shit! What...? - Oh, shit. Oh, look at that! - Damn! - Oh! That is some Elephant Man shit right there. - Yo, you see that? - Oh! - Yeah, I see it. - Hey, stop it. - It's calling me, Mike. - What? Leave it... I can't help it, but it's calling me. Stop it. What the hell is wrong with you? Just leave it alone. Yo, leave it alone. - Leave... Marcus. - Ahh! - You're gonna pop that shit! - That shit nasty! - Then leave it alone. - Oh, shit. Oh! - Damn. - Oh... Just leave it alone! Let's... One more time. One more again.
Bad Boys for Life
16.9s
- I need this. I need it. - Hey, whoa! - Excuse me, sir. Excuse me. - What you doing? - Hey, hold on! - Official police business. - That's my car! - This is the police. Back up! - What the fuck? - Come on! It is of no advantage for me to jump off the fucking thing if you take the stairs! I told your ass I wasn't jumping!
Bad Boys for Life
1m26s
What did I say? No, no. What did I say? I said consult. I said observe. I... Look at this... This mess. It's carnage! I didn't do all this shit. They did this to each other. Wait, wait, wait. You didn't shoot anybody? - You know I shot some people. - Yeah. - Look, they had already started. - What...? Ah, Jesus. Mike, you promised. - No, no, I didn't promise. - You promised. - I said I could picture you... - Yeah. ...on a limb, fat as hell, with sharks and some shit. Right. That's a promise. We were here to watch. What? Yeah, and I saw. All right, Cap, look. The bag is empty, all right? No cash. The guy reached up and scratched his nose. I saw it had no weight to it. - That's very impressive, sir. - Yeah. See, I like that one. If I hadn't come in, Grassie was a dead man for sure. That's a relief, because your guy's in a body bag - and he sure looks dead. - Cap. Ah... Good job, Mikey. Hey, look. Young boy, seriously. Let me tell you something. Stay in a child's place, all right? Spare me the street knowledge, grandpa. Nobody asked. Just because I fucked your mother - don't make me your grandpa? - Oh, oh, oh. - Fucked my mother? - That's enough. - Stop. - You got me fucked up. - Old ass. - Stand down! Let's go. - You better go on. - Let's go. I will knock your ass clean the fuck out. - Knock me out. Hit me. - What am I, a nursery school teacher? Come on, let's go! Shit. I got time today. Cool down. Keep walking. - Excuse me, sir. - Go ahead, man. - Do you guys want a...? - No, go. Just go ahead somewhere.
Bad Boys for Life
48.9s
- Who this? - It's Carver Remy. Look here, I'm busy, all right? Don't waste my time, Carver. Leave me alone. Come on, man. It's important. Keep an eye on my baby. - Marcus. - I'm retired. Only rats I talk to are in my basement. - Carmelita shot the wrong twin! - Oh, shit. The guy who shot Mike, he's trying to kill me. - What? - I'm serious. A guy on a black bike's been tracking me. The one on the news. It's him. - Bullshit. - Marcus, would I lie to you? Yes. That's why we stopped using your ass as a CI. - I'm telling you, it's him. - What do you want? Protective custody. To not die. Please, man. Use me as bait, whatever. You want this guy? He's coming for me. - You talk to Mike? - I called you. Nineteenth and Miami. Third floor. I'll be waiting.
Bad Boys for Life