Bon Cop Bad Cop 2
1
(Siren wailing)
( Push + Pull by July Talk )
(Woman):
Push and pull,push and pull
Push and pull,
push and pull
Push and pull,
push and pull
Push and pull,
push and pull
Darkness comes
You've gotta pay your dues
Darkness falls,
wants you to overuse
You're born to live
but now you live to lose
You don't wanna wait
(Man):
I don't wanna wait(Engine revving)
We're used to the night
that leaves us unstable
We're used to the night
We take more than we're able
We're used to the night
and whatever's on the table
Push and pull push and pull...
You don't wanna wait
I don't wanna wait
(Both):
Take, take anythingI don't wanna wait
Take, take anything
You know that I'd take
Take, take anything
I don't wanna wait
Push and pull,
push and pull...
I like the night
Don't have to hear you when you speak
And I like the night
Somebody's got to find what you seek
Oh, I like the night...
(Car starting)
( Black Diamond
by Bran Van 3000 on stereo )
Black diamonds on silk
and milk and gold keys
Boot-booty pop tracks
got all that E
Ladies laid back
Baby, tease cut jeans
City of Love,
you freak and squeeze
Take, take, take
what you wanna
Don't say please
Sweat drip, blood flow,
back flex, let it go
Time to shine in the show,
sci-fi, Super Bowl...
- What? Hey, my car! My car!
(People shouting)
Give me your keys!
Calling out the big names...
(Speaking French):
Ah, sh*t, my jacket!
I'd rather have money than fame
I'd rather have money
than fame
Calice!
(Engine revving)
It's about time!
(Man speaking French on radio): Toronto
can bring it! We'll show them how...
( Classical )
( Rock )
- That's a good one!
( Bad Boy by Anik Jean on radio )
You're on your way
'Cause you know
you won't say it's OK
You should go on
(Tires screeching)
(Horn blaring)
You don't care
It feels all right
No matter what they say,
you're right
All!
Bye-bye!
You're a bad boy
No matter what they say,
you're right
You're a bad boy
Hey, buddy! Ready to ship.
Good news! No overtime tonight!
I found you one with no GPS
and no alarm system. Cool!
Anyone need a phone cable,
- I'll take the cable.
Give Steve the teddy and the Kleenex.
He just got dumped!
(Laughing)
Hey!
(Men shouting in distance)
(Officer):
On the ground!(Shouting)
- Come here!
(Groaning)
- Come here! Come here!
(Shouting)
Don't move!
- Dav...
(Both grunting)
What are you doing here?
- I'm undercover!
What are you doing here?
(Both grunting)
(Groaning)
- Holidays in China!
- Huh?
- I'm with the GRC now.
- I know.
- Look out!
- What are you doing here, on my turf?
- Well, technically,
the whole country is my turf now.
(Groaning)
(Both grunting, groaning)
- I've been working with them for
over a year. Don't get me made, man.
- The shop is closed. We have what we need.
- No, you don't.
(Both grunting)
The big boss isn't here.
None of the key players are!
- What?! OK, then.
(Groaning)
- What are you doing?
- Taking you in with the others.
- No way!
(Groaning)
It's not enough. It won't work.
These guys don't trust anyone!
- Have you got a better idea?
- I think so.
Put your guns on the ground,
or he's dead! Now!
- Put your guns down. Do what he says.
- Guns on the ground!
- Put your guns down!
- You, get over there!
I don't want anyone behind me!
Nobody behind me! Got it?
(Martin, over radio): Put your guns down.
- Lower your guns!
Get that f***ing gun down!
- He's one of us.
- Away from the truck!
- I repeat, he's one of us.
- I said no one behind me!
- Put your guns down!
- I want to see hands!
You drive!
- F*** de sh*t de Calice
de f***in' Tabarnak!
- Your French isn't rusty at all!
- How come the guys
who run the show weren't there?
- Who tipped you off?
- An informant who we flipped after he tried
to sell a hot car to one of my agents.
- Well, he played you!
DiPietro and Dubois never go there.
All they do there is deactivate
the cars' GPS and alarm systems
before sending them
to the main garage.
- OK, you don't have to go back.
We just need to find DiPietro.
With what we've got on him collectively,
he's done!
- No, there's something bigger going on!
I'm sure of it.
I've been on them for a year.
We can go at them harder,
but I have to go back in.
- OK. But if I get a hinky feeling...
- Whatever you do, don't itch it.
- I will call it off, I promise you,
if you disobey a single one of my orders.
- Your... your orders?
- Mm-hmm.
(Laughing)
- No, no, no, no! No, no. No.
I'm not working for you,
I'm working with you.
- Provincial, federal.
My investigation trumps yours.
If you don't like it, you can leave.
I'll find DiPietro myself.
And you can return
grovelling to your boss
and explain how you wasted
a year of taxpayers' money.
- You've changed, man!
- Thank you!
Now let's get going.
I've got a tracker on me.
My men will be here any minute.
How do we get you back in?
(Sighing)
(Keys jingling, car beeping)
Not exactly what you had in mind?
- Nope.
It'll still work.
OK, we'll say that you disarmed me,
we fought,
you lost control of the vehicle
and I got away.
It has to look real, though,
as if the airbag went off in your face.
- OK. How exactly do you imagine that...
Oh f***!
Ow!
- You OK?
Sorry, man. Show me.
That's good!
That'll work!
- You haven't changed at all.
- Thanks.
(Groaning)
OK!
(Exhaling sharply)
My turn. Come on!
- Huh?
- Hit me.
Come on, don't be scared!
Come on!
- Turn around.
- OK.
- Oh, come on, old man!
This isn't my first rodeo!
(Gunshot)
What have you done?
My jacket!
Ow! You freaking maniac!
You really have changed!
- You asked for real, Dave.
- Not that real!
- Oh, you'll be just fine.
It's only a flesh wound.
Now, can you run?
(Sirens wailing)
Can you run?
- Oui, oui, oui.
I'm not sure I like the new you, though.
- Now go!
Call me on my cell when it's safe.
(Dog barking)
(Blood dripping)
(Groaning quietly)
(Breathing heavily)
- Freeze!
(Both breathing heavily)
(Laughing)
- My love, put it down, please!
Be good to not get shot twice in one night!
- What are you doing here?
Oh!
(Both moaning)
- Go! Vas-y!
Envoie, Envoie!
- Hey!
(Cans clattering)
Oops!
Sorry, Mrs. Bouchard.
- Dad!
- Hello!
(Groaning)
- I'm taking you to the hospital!
- No!
- Get me the first-aid kit!
- No!
They have to think I spent
the night outside, in hiding!
You want to help?
Get me three coffees
and a stack of napkins!
You, Louis-Philippe!
- Louis-Martin.
- It's OK.
Mr. Bouchard didn't mean it.
He's hurt and under pressure.
- You, give me your hoodie
and get me some speed.
You have half an hour.
- Whoa, Mr. Bouchard,
I don't know who you think I am,
but I have no idea where to find...
Ah.
Oh, yeah!
OK, I might know a guy
who knows a guy who I know...
- What are you doing?
Coffee! Napkins!
- I'm on it!
- I know what I'm doing.
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