Bon Cop Bad Cop 2 Page #5

I can be there within minutes.

You put it in your ear.

- I know, but how...

- Turn it on here.

- OK.

And you'll hear me when I talk?

- Oh yes!

- Cool!

(Chuckling)

That was some reunion!

What are the odds that you'd raid

the spot I was working undercover?

- Fairly high, I would imagine,

since our job depends

on being in the wrong place

at the right time.

(Both chuckling)

- And you? How's the family?

- Never better.

My sister married an 86-year-old

somewhat senile banker.

Lives in Switzerland now.

- And Jonathan?

- Your guess is as good as mine.

Last I heard, he was in Montreal.

- You want me to find him?

- Oh, Dave, finding people is easy for me.

Communicating with them,

apparently, I haven't mastered yet.

- Kids aren't easy.

Gabrielle is living

in my old apartment upstairs.

- That's wonderful, no?

- It would be, if it

weren't for Cousin Itt.

- Cousin Itt?

- Her boyfriend.

It's like all he does is grow hair.

(Grunting)

(Laughing)

It's hard to tell

if he's speaking or burping.

Gabrielle's good.

She applied to Nicolet.

- The police academy!

- Mm-hmm!

All right, I have to go!

I only have a couple hours to find a

pickup truck. Well, I'm right behind you.

Don't forget to put your earpiece in.

- So you'll be in my head 24/7?

- Well, I might give you some rest

from time to time,

considering it's been

uninhabited for so long.

(Laughing)

- Wow!

The Ontarian grew a sense of humour!

You've changed, man!

I'm worried about you!

- You're full of sh*t!

That's not Price's truck!

- You don't believe me?

Check out what was inside!

His new mask!

Check it out! It's awesome!

(All laughing)

Price is a man of few words.

Now he'll be speechless for months!

Hey, Mike!

Listen to this! You'll die laughing!

- The whole building heard

your story already.

And you'll tell it 40

more times anyway!

- Ah, Mike!

You're a ray of sunshine!

You should do ads for orange juice!

- You have to bring his mask back!

He'll be off his game without it!

- You want me to go up to him

after practice and say:

"Excuse me, Mr. Price.

I stole your truck, and this was inside.

I know goalies are as superstitious

as bingo ladies,

so I brought it back so you don't

end up puking everywhere."

- Put it in the mail.

- I'll bring it to him.

- You think I'd give it to you?

- Sure!

- In two weeks, I'll find it

at the flea market! (Scoffing)

He once sold

his sister's washer and dryer...

for three mags!

What are you gonna do with three mags?

The eyes aren't right.

- And you'd never seen him before?

- First time.

That's good!

I'm sure they were the big clients

I was telling you about.

They were so young, though!

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