Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son Page #3

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gonna dirty the recording.

Sorry. You got the drive, right?

Yeah.

There's nothing on this.

Smart, huh?

Are you kidding me? No.

It's insurance.

'Cause I was thinking, what if they

don't give me the money?

What if they check the drive, just like I did?

Oh.

Well, the real one's hidden.

It's in a safe place where no one will

ever look, so don't worry about it.

You idiot. Where is it?

Where's my witness protection plan?

It's gonna be in a casket if you

don't tell me where it is.

All right.

The Georgia Girls School for the Arts.

What?

I got a buddy who works there.

Unbelievable!

(DIALING MOBILE PHONE)

Crawford. Yeah, Malcolm.

(SIGHS) Canetti brought a dummy flash.

Yeah, well, he told me where the

real one is, but there's no time.

We're just gonna have to get Chirkoff

to make the exchange. Yeah.

All right.

Hey. Let's go.

Canetti, can you hear me?

Yeah, I got you, Chocolate. Go ahead.

Look, if anything goes wrong, get out of there.

Hey, fellas. Vlad and Dmitri, right?

Mr. Chirkoff.

Hey, it's good to see you again.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES) Rosetta Stone. Pretty good, huh?

Whoa, whoa! It's the Prodi-G!

Trent, what the hell are you doing here?

Guaranteeing my future. Sign my contract.

Hey, get in here and sit down! Stay down!

You think I'm stupid, huh? You think I'm a stupid man.

No, I think you're probably a very intelligent man.

I mean, I don't know you that well.

Autograph it, please. (SHUSHES)

I'm not talking to you.

Who are you talking to?

I'm talking to the people on

the other end of your chest.

Oh, this? There's nobody there, man.

This is part of my hearing aid.

Get out of the car and hide, now.

What's going on?

Get out of the car and hide, now! What's going on?

I'm a little hard of hearing in my right ear.

Really? Show me. Yeah.

I can't show you. It's... Show me!

All right. Take it easy. Take it easy.

I'll show you everything.

FBI! Come and get your snitch!

You want to come and play?

Drop it.

Drop it!

All right. Give me Canetti, or I take him out.

(FIRES GUN)

(WEAKLY) Music...

What?

It's in the music...

(GUNSHOT)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

(PANTING) Yo. Look...

I didn't see anything. Yo, we cool?

Come on, man! Come on!

Come on. (EXCLAIMS)

Oh, my God, they're shooting! Where are we going?

Get in the truck. Okay, okay!

TRENT:
Oh, my God!

Get down!

Are you okay?

(PANTING) I think so.

Do you have any idea how lucky we are right now?

You could have been killed! What were you thinking?

(STAMMERING) He just shot

that guy right in front of me.

We're still here, all right? That's what matters.

Shouldn't we call the FBI or something?

No. FBI has got a leak. Chirkoff knew we were coming.

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