Bon Cop Bad Cop 2 Page #3

that he only needs to hit me

if I won't talk?

He doesn't seem to understand the rules!

When we got busted last night,

things got crazy.

I managed to disarm one of them

and kidnapped him.

- He made me drive to the Old Port.

I was afraid he was going to kill me

and leave me there.

I braked suddenly,

and he hit the back of the seat.

- I dropped the gun.

Punched him in the head.

He lost control of the truck, and I jumped.

- When I got out of the vehicle,

he was running,

so I shot at him.

- Luckily, he only winged me.

So, I kept on running.

You don't want to know

what my night was like!

(Chuckling)

- No, I'm dying to know.

Seriously, I'm curious.

- I didn't want to take a chance

by going somewhere and getting pinched,

so I spent the night outside.

I stole a hoodie off a bum,

pounded a few cups of coffee,

'cause I knew it'd be a long night.

I made myself a nice Band-Aid

with some napkins.

All I could find for the pain

was some ecstasy.

That's it.

- You're a hero!

When I first saw you,

I thought,

"Here's just another Anglo,"

but you're much more than that.

- Thank you.

- This is the composite sketch

of the scumbag.

If you see him, call my voicemail

and leave it a message.

10-4!

(Groaning)

- You little prick!

- Looks real, Boss.

(Groaning)

- Doctor's here?

- Yeah, he's standby.

- Tsk!

Well, go get him.

(Breathing heavily)

- When do you wanna wrap it up?

- I don't.

It can't just look real. It has to be real.

So we follow protocol.

Everything by the book.

There's too much riding on this already.

- So, you really shot your friend?

- Yes, I did.

- Just to be sure, boss,

we're not friends, right?

(All laughing)

- Doc, go easy

when you pull the bandage off.

(Groaning)

What the f***?

What's he doing with that?

- Hey, hey. Shut up.

(Groaning)

- What's he doing?

(Beeping)

- Loaded with caffeine.

Amphetamines, too.

- Hmm!

- He needs stitches.

- Mike...

Come on, man. Untie him.

Get him a drink. Let's go.

- Thanks, Michel.

- Call me Michel one more time,

and I'll rip your head off.

- Michel, I'll have a scotch

with just one ice cube, please.

(Chuckling)

- Ah! It's good to have you back, Davey.

I don't want you to worry.

The doctor's gonna fix you up.

And here...

Buy yourself some new clothes,

'cause you smell like a homeless hooker.

Your apartment's burned.

So Mikey's gonna set you up

with a room upstairs. Yeah?

- Thanks, you won't regret it.

- Oh, I have no regrets.

It's the people who f*** with me

who have regrets.

- Where's that scotch, Michel?

(Breathing shallowly)

(Sighing)

- It's not the Ritz,

but your neighbours are cute!

After last night,

we're changing things up.

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