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You retired? It's my daughter's wedding. Do we have to do this right now? Uh, yeah. - I told you I was retiring. - Wha...? What? Wait, nah, hold up. We raced, you lost. Now you reneging? What happened to bad boys for life? Yeah, for life. It's off. You died. What? The hell are you talking about? You coded out, Mike, three times. Marcus, look, this motherfucker stole something from me and I need it back. What did he take from you, Mike? You're still here. All he took from you was the legend, "Bulletproof Mike." But I saw you on the ground bleeding. You're human, just like the rest of us. Yeah, his ass bleeds too. Heh, I'm telling you, Mike. You go out there for vengeance, you gonna get someone killed. Oh, we definitely bringing some smoke.
Bad Boys for Life
40.8s
Mike will consult. He'll observe. That's it. Now, what do you got? Picked up chatter. The dealer we think customed those rounds, he's making another sale. - Booker Grassie. - Uh-huh. You share any other confidential information? What? Not me. He's the one that told me. Guess my old tricks still work a little bit. You're a distraction. You see that? That's what I like, teamwork. Already a beautiful relationship. The video, presumed to be posted by the shooter... Guys. This is Detective Michael Lowrey. He'll be joining us as an adviser only. Police have no suspects.
Bad Boys for Life
19.8s
Booker Grassie. Only arms dealer in Miami customizing for the P90 Herstal. - What'd I tell you? - I know. I'm not supposed to investigate my own case. But this fool posted a video of him trying to kill me. I saw it. I can go after him vigilante style, or you can bring me in. Or I could shoot you myself.
Bad Boys for Life
20.2s
But I can't. Mike, I can't let you - investigate your own case. - All right. Let me investigate the Vargas case. No. The last thing I need is having IAD shoving a Hubble telescope up my ass for a full-on colonoscopy. - You know the rules. - Fuck the rules, Cap. Come on. Put me and Marcus on this shit.
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1m4s
Oh, shit. Mike Lowrey. What are you doing here, man? You look like a ghost, man. You know they say you're dead, fuckboy. I gotta show you something. The streets is talking. That cop shit ain't working for you. Come work for me at Manny's Prime Rib. See, look, you get dropped right here. And guess what. You're trending worldwide. Ow! My fucking hand, man! Yo, this ain't no fucking cop shit, man! What happened about reading my rights? This is not how it's supposed to go. You're supposed to ask me questions, and then I tell you, "Go fuck yourself!" What the fuck, man? Fuck! Ow! My fucking hand, man. P90 Herstals, custom, who's making them? Mike, I'm not in the game no more. Oh, nah? Okay. My bad. Ah! Mike, Mike, fucking chill, man. So all these vegans in Miami, and you want me to believe that that hot rod outside comes from selling pork chops? I work at Manny's. I'm a family man, - and I'm a hardworking man. - Oh. I got you...
Bad Boys for Life