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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
57.4s
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
32.7s
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