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to interrupt the man in a briefing.
Well, somebody got to stand up to him.
- Chief.
- What?
- Marcus has something he want to tell you.
- What?
Chief, we just want to know
if we could get on the case.
You're on.
The boys over at Intel seem to think
that the kidnapper's a guy...
named Ted Burton.
It says Burton was a partner of Wilson's...
and some other associates
in some business venture that failed.
Says he spent time in the Federal pen
and lost his fortune.
Guy's been MIA since his release and those
dates coincide with the first kidnappings.
- What do you think?
- I think this babysitting gig sucks.
Dude, relax.
Look, man.
All we got to do is pick these chicks up...
drop their ass off in the Hamptons,
then we back in the Chief's good graces.
I didn't join the FBI to become a nanny.
I want to be on the street
where the action is.
Okay, Blackie Chan, and you'll get there.
Can we just do this first, please?
- All right.
- You didn't put dairy in this, did you?
- No.
- Because you know I'm lactose intolerant.
Last time, I barely made
it to the bathroom.
Why would I want to disturb your stomach?
There goes your girls.
Come on, man. Let's do this.
- Hi, I'm Kevin Copeland. This is...
- We already gave to the United Negro Fund.
- Wait. Hold on.
- Excuse us.
We're actually here
to escort you ladies to the Hamptons.
The bags are on the plane.
Take Baby and clean out his bag.
He didn't have his colonic
and he like pooped everywhere.
- What's this?
- Baby got to ride in the car seat.
Where the hell am I supposed to sit?
This ain't right.
Man, you guys sure got a lot of bags
for a weekend.
- This isn't a weekend.
- It's the weekend.
Labor Day in the Hamptons.
The last weekend of the social season.
Only the hottest people
are going to be there.
And only the hottest of the hottest
are going to make it onto the cover...
of Hamptons Magazine. And this is our year.
Open the window.
Baby likes a little fresh breeze.
I just hope the Vandergeld sisters'
private jet crashes on the way there.
- Oh, my God, Brittany!
- You were thinking it!
- I know, but you said it.
- I know.
You know Heather totally hates you
because you slept with her boyfriend.
My God. So what?
I sleep with everyone's boyfriend.
Is everybody all right?
My God! Your lip.
My God! Your nose.
Marcus, are you okay?
- I'm cool.
- Baby's in a wreck!
I can't believe...
you think we're going to go to the Hamptons
with my face looking like that.
It's really not that bad.
Just get some makeup and cover it up.
Put makeup on this?
I am so fricking pissed.
My God, this is like the
worst day of my life.
I went to go get my brows done...
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