Cop Out Page #3

Do what you gotta do.

Badges and guns, give them up.

- Jack.

- Badges and guns, I said.

- If you're gonna make me beg, I'll beg.

- Give them up.

You heard what I said, Jimmy.

Jesus Christ, Jack.

Nice. Nice.

- Captain, your heart, it's a icebox.

- Get out.

- Should've ripped off that Gumby suit.

- Maybe I was getting mauled by a pit bull.

Since when is it possible for a man

to outrun a car?

- You are not the Six Million Dollar Man.

- I got hit by a Geo Metro.

It's gas on the right,

brakes on the left, Miss Daisy.

Who gets hit by a Geo Metro?

So don't blame me for this bullshit.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

- F*** you.

You.

- You guys are fantastic.

- Gifted, even.

To destroy a whole month

of our undercover work in mere minutes...

...takes genius-level stupid.

Every player we got eyes on disappears...

...when you start your

bang-bang shoot-shoot, huh?

Now, here's an idea.

You check an assignment board.

You make a call.

You do not scramble another cop's eggs.

- Ever.

- I hate these calls at work.

I gotta take this. Excuse me. Hello?

- Hey, Jimmy, what's up?

- Hey.

- It's me, Paul.

- What's going on?

You see who's standing in front of us?

Mangold and Hunsaker.

You ever notice that Hunsaker smells like

You gotta see their wives, man.

Hunsaker, his wife got three teeth

and two of those is in her pocket.

- Oh!

- She got one titty missing a nipple.

They made a movie about these two.

- Kevin Costner and Robert De Niro.

- What was it called?

- The Unfuckables.

- The Unfuckables. I love that movie.

I'm not gonna lie, I like the idea of Kevin

Costner and Robert De Niro playing us.

- Little bit.

- Mangold's wife is very unhappy.

She said he's all foreskin.

- Hey.

- That's actually clever.

I'd love to talk about these guys

but I gotta run.

- Cool stuff. Later.

- I'll see you at the house.

I'm sorry, unrelated business.

What were you saying?

You were right to kill that snitch.

And I'm glad you're okay.

You remember Sister Theresa

who taught fifth grade?

Yeah, she was way too fine to be a nun.

She was cool, though.

Taught me how to throw

a sick breaking slider.

Those putos are late

with my Mercedes, homes.

Once that Mercedes

is delivered to me...

...and I get that dead motherf***er's

supply chain and bank accounts...

...we gonna expand our drug trade

out of Brooklyn.

Take it across the whole East Coast.

And after that...

...we buying a farm team, Juan.

I'm sorry, Poh Boy.

Hector and Tapas stopped to get gas

after driving all night.

And when they came out...

...the Mercedes was stolen.

You told me to hire those guys.

You told me the car would be safe

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