Next time learn how to work the safety with your punk ass!
I'll be back.
- Who whupped your ass now? - This really ain't the fucking time.
They know. Let's get Noah and get out of here.
The chick!
The girl! The bitch from the rooftop!
- Let's go! - That was the guy who shot Max!
The truck! Let's take the truck!
Right there!
Move! We're really in a hurry.
- Let's go! - You're cops! Why are we running away?
- He's in there! - Here! Go!
This is good. Noah's chasing us!
What was that?
That was- - I don' t know.
But I had a good shot at him if your friend Action Jackson over here...
This is official police business!
You had no business in there!
And can you please drive this thing?
Don't bring it here, all right?
You picked this slow-ass ice cream truck!
- What am I smelling? - Just drive!
Ether. Extremely flammable ether.
- Shit. - Goddamn.
You the man! You the fucking man tonight!
You pick an ice cream truck that's a damn bomb!
Shit!
- This is protective custody? - Yes!
You better do something, boy! We're running out of road!
Who picked this road?
All the road in Miami, and you're running out of it!
- You better get an idea fast! - Why are the ideas always up to me?
- Take this shit! - It's a dead end! There's no more road!
We're out of fucking road!
- Motherfucker's gonna blow! - Get the fuck out!
Should I add this to your body count?
There goes our only lead to the dope.
Ain't this a bitch?
"The dope"?
What are you talking about?
How about there goes our only lead to Max's killer?
He's still out there.
But that's not really important.
It's not like it's your job to protect people. Holy shit.
- She's crazy. - I'm crazy?
- You're gone! - I'm out of here!
- What is wrong with you ? Stop! - She done fucking zoomed!
- This is the witness! - That's it. You deal with her.
- No way. - Listen.
- Bullshit. - Yes, you're right.
This started because of missing drugs, but let me tell you something.
There is absolutely nothing more important to Mike...
than doing this guy that killed Max.
I know he has a hard time expressing his feelings.
Come on. It will be all right, okay?
We need you.
Part of the team.
I thought he was supposed to be the smooth one.
- This has not been a good day. - Damn right. This is bullshit.
We got two days to find these fools...
and we got no leads because you cooked Noah's ass on the freeway.
- Shampoo? - Hello.
- There. - Let's do that.
What's up?
It don't take that long to get shampoo.
- Please, let's go. - Look at this.
"Animal tested."
Do you know how many chemicals are in this stuff?
I don't care if you go bald. Just get it and let's go.
He is a chemist.
That's entirely too much heroin and too much ether...
for nobody to know nothing.
What is he talking about?
You know the barrels of ether that blew up on the ice cream truck?
They were going to use that to process the heroin.
Yeah, they do that to cut it. It quadruples the value.
Yeah, you can't just stick it in the microwave.
Maybe you're onto something. Let's just pay for this, all right?
- How much is that? - Fourteen twenty-five.
Damn. I must have left my wallet somewhere.
Freeze, mother bitches! Don't you move.
- I'm not understanding. I really don't. - Shut up!
- Do you just attract violent people? - Take it easy, all right?
- We are police officers. - You're not police officers.
- I'm not stupid. I've seen police. - What are you?
- I'm going to reach for my badge. - You want badges, mother bitch?
I give you badges! Here!
Ninety-nine cents each! I sell you some!
You got eight badges! I told you this cop thing don't work.
I blow you ! Then I blow you!
Blow me? What the fuck? Hump me. That's all right.
I'm from the Middle East! I kill before. I kill again!
- Fuck me, please! Hold on! - No, you hold on!
Do you see the emotion I'm going through now?
That means this shit is serious.
Me and this mother fucker's not vibing right now. That's what that means.
- You got something on your chest? - That's what I'm saying!
- Hello? The guy has got a cannon. - What do you want?
- Do you want some? Come get some. - I want some!
- I'm gone. - Freeze, bitch!
- You freeze, bitch! - Oh, shit. I'm fucked.
Now back up, put the gun down...
and give me a pack of Tropical Fruit Bubblicious.
And some Skittles.
Hell of a night. I'm going to bed.
So make your self at home. It's your bed.
I'll sit down for a minute...
'cause I'm guarding shit, you know.
I'm watching out for the bad boys.
I can see things, you know...
real well from my "peripheals."
You know, for such a stud, Mike Lowrey...
you sure seem a little rigid about having a girl in your bed.
Who? Me? Mike Lowrey?
I'm not rigid. I'm comfortable.
This is my bed.
- Why would I be uncomfortable? - I don't know.
I think it's more than just wired. Maybe it was all the guns and stuff.
I've never really shot a gun before, and that's... All that steel.
I'm feeling... Don't you feel a little funny?
- I'm not a comedian, but... - I don't mean that kind of funny.
I mean like funny.
Now, you don't want that.
'Cause when I come...
I come with the thunder.
You sound like you're saving your self for marriage.
That ain't me. That's Marcus.
You know what I'm saying? He's the married one.
I got some other... Oh, no.
I've seen it now. Turn the page, girl.
Don't laugh.
I cannot believe he wore his Afro that big.
- I forgot all about that. - I think he looked cute like that.
What's Marcus's wife like?
She's like a wife.
I mean, she must be pretty amazing to keep a guy like Marcus.
- Keep a guy like what? - Like watching him tonight...
He's very sort of take-charge.
The way he was throwing guys this way and that.
There's something about him. I don't know what it is.
He's so smooth, you know?
Boy, I bet his wife's...
enjoying the smoothness right this minute.
- He's got a quality women respond to. - Sure.
I can't imagine the kind of woman...
that wouldn't find Marcus attractive.
Probably couldn't be around him and just...
You know, like our situation.
- If two people were alone... - Not with a guy like that.
Excuse me.
What is wrong with him? This one goes on the bulletin board at work.
Uh-uh. Don't do that.
Putitback in. I cannot be lieve you took it out.
Come on. Marcus will kill us if he finds out. Give it to me.
I can't be lieve I let you see it.
Motherfucker!
Goddamn it.
Got some jewelry for you . I'm sorry, but damn that.
I think we need to address the serious lack of trust in this relationship.
- Please. - I don't think this is legal.
I won't be long. It's legal. Out of sight.
Sanchez, this is Lowrey. Yeah, your mother. Listen.
These guys are about to make a move.
Blue convertible, two visible occupants. Check it out, all right?
Here we go.
- Is that our guy? - That's him.
- Where's the girl? - I don't see any girl. There's no girl.
Fuck off, barking-ass dog. Shut up.
Sneak up on my own house.
What in the world? Very strange.
His ass upstairs. Supposed to be my boy.
You motherfucker.
Ducking and weaving up and down.
Look at this shit. Is this what you want?
Got me climbing like a chimp.
But I ain't going out like that.
It don't take anybody that long to get into bed.
Got my babies in the house.
Your man can't get no quality time...
but my partner can get some quality time.
I don't play that shit.
- There's somebody out there. - Quick, get the kids.
I knew it! I didn't have to call the fucking psychic line!
Freeze!
- Move and you're a dead man! - Motherfucker!
Gun up to his head. They're going to shoot each other. Unbelievable.
- Miami Police! Freeze! - I am the police!
- Marcus, what are you doing? - You're doing Theresa!
- I'm not! - Nobody does my baby!
We could sneak up and snuff them both right now.
Yeah, but we're supposed to get the girl. Forget them.
Never fuck with a cop's family, asshole.
- Doesn't that piss you off? - That pisses the fuck out of me.
Don't get me started. Get out of the car.
Fuck it! Some shit is making you crazy.
You know there's nothing going on between me and Theresa!
Man, I've been your partner for six years...
and I've been your boy all my life.
For you to even think...
To let some dumb shit like that creep up in your mind...
This is me! What is wrong with you?
It was just... I don't know.
I just...
Yeah, I'm fine.
Get the fuck out of here. Where's Julie?
She's in the car, handcuffed to the steering wheel.
Are you trying to blow this case?
My bad, man. I ain't had no quality time.
You know how that is. Sometimes you do dumb shit.
- Let's go. - That's all that is.
Yo, my bad.
It's cool.
Go. All right. Yeah.
These calls were made to Club Hell...
from this precinct.
Explain.
I'll ask you one more time. Give me a goddamn name!
- All I know is his name. - Give me his name.
You're looking at a lot of time. You know that?
Fouchet, I think.
That's his whole name?
I'm just an errand boy.
Stop it, please. You're gonna make me cry.
I swear, watching the house was my first gig.
How sweet. Does that make you union?
Lf you were a real cop in the field working every day...
you'd realize that sometimes shit happens.
Don't give me that crap. You're on your way to being reassigned.
- Shut down soon. - Who will reassign me? You?
You don't have the authority to reassign me.
Until you do, stay the hell out of here!
They should just bone and get that shit over with.
I'm getting really tired of this.
You're tired?
These guard dogs aren't cutting it. They're overfed. They're lazy.
We need video surveillance 'cause these guard dogs are nothing...
Jo jo. Don't make this hard!
Nice running into you.
Always making it hard on your self.
Gee, Julie, what have you been up to the last couple days?
Nothing. Just hanging out, handcuffed to steering wheels.
We're looking for someone who can step on a shit load of heroin.
Do it real fast, real well. We're looking for a real pro.
I told you already, I'm in the rubber business now.
Jo jo, we're not playing.
I'm straight, man.
I'm straight like a board, like an arrow.
I'm so straight right now, I'm sick.
It's a lot of dope. Who could cut it real quick?
"Cut it"? You cut it up?
- I don't know nothing about it. - I'm so sick of this bullshit.
- What's up? - You're pulling a gun on me?
You guys are cops! I can't believe this! I should turn you in to Hard Copy.
- Put your ass on the TV set! - What are you doing?
I got this! I got 15 bullets in this gun.
Lf you don't start talking to me, I'll fill your ass full of hot shit.
- Now, what's up? - Mike, he ain't worth it!
Do you want some? I'll bust your ass too!
So sad. You're on your own, Jojo.
- What's up? - I'm telling you like this.
You splatter his ass, he's no good to us!
Fuck that. I'm not going down over this shit!
I'm not going down for you killing Jojo the tire man!
I don't want no brain fragments on me!
That shit gets in your clothes, and it stinks!
- Fuck that! - I'll tell you what I know.
I don't know everything. I know a little bit.
Tell him something!
It's three guys. They got a laboratory...
No, it's two guys.
One guy died in a plane crash last year. It was fucked up.
There should be more! Fuck, man!
It's one guy, really. It's only one guy.
- Don't fuck with me. - One main guy.
This guy's an Einstein, motherfucking genius college boy.
Egghead motherfucker. He got four eyes and glasses.
He got a rich mama and daddy who live out in Coconut Grove.
Where? Tell him again, Jojo!
- I don't want you to get hurt! - I'll tell you where he's at.
- You would do that for us? - Yeah, I want to help you guys.
You stick that gun down.
I got the address in the office.
Thanks a lot. You go grab that.
- Cool. - You can go ahead.
- Now? - Now is real good.
Yeah. This is on me too.
You guys pick out some whitewalls as a little gift from me to you.
You made me think you would shoot me for a minute.
I was.
When is this punk-ass chemist coming home?
So this is a stakeout. Not what I imagined.
Thought there would be more conversation.
Sorry it's not up to your usual high standards.
Is he always like this on a stakeout?
Too much caffeine? Not enough sex?
I can't believe she went there on you.
You know who you're talking to? That's Mike Lowrey over there.
King Ding-a-ling.
Why don't you whip it out for her, big boy?
Uh-huh. Right on your forehead.
- Shut up. - Yeah.
- There he is! Let's go! Move! - I'm on him!
What are our chances?
Remember Club Hell? Worse.
That's it. I'm calling major backup.
- I want swimming ducks in here. - Whoa.
Hold it. You know Sinclair has every phone in the station tapped.
- We have to do that in person. - Shit.
By the time we deal with her bullshit...
every junkie in America will be high off our bust.
Can we help you?
I staked out all night in that jalopy too.
I think I earned a peek.
This is real cop stuff. This is not Charlie's Angels.
It can't hurt for her to take a peek.
It can't hurt to look? If they fire a bullet over here, it will hurt.
We have guests. Have them followed.
Don't do anything. Just call me with their location.
This high-speed chase endingona trestle...
near the RiverDrive and 34th Street intersection...
was captured twonights ago b your 6Action News team.
Mom!
Both police officers involved in the incident were uninjured.
I thought you said Daddy was in Cleveland.
He can't be in Cleveland.
The officers didn't like the presence of our camera.
Your daddy just wishes he was in Cleveland.
I'm telling you . This Fouchet is a slick one.
FBI, DEA... They got nothing on him.
But he has to deal with us today.
What's that?
That's the last time they handcuff me. That's what that is.
Good boy.
Excuse me, ma'am.
All visitors must be announced!
Pisses me off. Lady!
I guess when you guys get back...
this will all be over, right?
You got that right. Don't worry, though.
You'll be set free, cut loose.
You'll be back to your old life.
Oops. No more handcuffs.
- Get up out of here. - That should be Chet...
with my veggie burger.
- Move your ass! - You got it.
Hi. Can I help you?
Yes, I'm here to kill my husband, Marcus Burnett.
And that would be the tall one or the short one?
- The short one. - Thought so.
Is Chet ringing the...
Baby...
- Let me get your husband. - Marcus, get over here.
I'm a... I know what it looks like. Did you get my message?
Can you leave me and Mrs. Burnett alone for...
Right.
Y'all met?
Baby...
I know, so let me...
As far as I'm concerned, you can keep the wedding ring in your pocket...
because you , your new little girlfriend...
Shit.
And Mike will all be very happy living here.
- Trust me. - Sweetie... Honey...
It's not even...
I saw it on the news.
- That shit be having a slant. - It's...
Baby, that's not even...
- You're no longer welcome in my house. - He didn't tell you ...
I was coming in the airport early?
Remember I said call her? Hold on.
Tell her what I told you.
You were gonna bring me to your place...
All right. I ain't even gonna...
We're not arguing about this.
I'm raising my... All right, here... Baby...
Believe me, we wanted to tell you.
It really doesn't matter anymore, Marcus...
Mike. Kojak. Whatever your name is.
Aside from that fact, I'll tell you something else.
If his wife could find us, I'm a lot better off on my own.
This... I could see how it would look a trip.
You see me run out. I got a shirt open.
You see Mike half-butt-naked.
Then you see the white girl.
So this looks like we having one big orgy here, and ain't nobody humping.
Ain't nobody doing none of that.
It's not what it looks like. Hear what I'm saying.
Baby, she's a material witness.
- That... - That's real!
Baby, listen. That ain't...
It was orders, baby.
Can I talk to you?
Can you stop so I can talk to you , please?
Enough with the smooth shit, Mike. It won't work anymore.
I don't care what you say.
- Duck! - Julie, get down now!
- Get out, now! - Mike, help!
911!
Yeah, 911? Chet here.
Go upstairs and take this. Take it!
Don't worry. I'll keep everybody calm until my backup arrives.
I love you.
Shit! I forgot to give them the address!
Come on! Move!
Go! Watch it!
- Keep going! - Son of a bitch!
Get her in!
I'll kill you if you stop running.
Come on!
Move!
It's okay. I'm with the police.
It's cool. You look great.
Drive!
- Stop shooting! - He's still on top!
I'll get rid of him!
There he goes!
Don't ever say I wasn't there for you.
What is it with you guys?
How come it's always good news, bad news?
You know exactly where the dope is, but you lose our only witness.
- I just don't get it. - Pick up your phone.
I'm keeping your sweet little friend for four hours until I make my deal.
And I will make my deal.
I've just put a bullet in the chemist...
who fucked with my timetable.
The other one is for the girl. Okay?
Son of a bitch!
Twisted motherfucker just shot one of his employees.
Said if we don't back off, he'll kill Julie.
- Not now. - I told you to play by the rules.
I am on the verge of solving this case!
You turned South Beach into a war zone.
I finally got the authority to shut you down. You're all reassigned.
This is lovely.
This guy is painting me into a corner.
He'll kill the girl anyway, and we're won't let her die.
We're not walking away from this bust, I don't care what she says.
The deal goes down in four hours.
You guys have two hours to find them.
It's time to get lucky.
Go do what you have to do.
Fletcher, you told us this would move a little quicker than this.
It's not that easy, okay? If it was, you'd be doing it.
Work your magic. You say you're a computer whiz. Come on.
This is what I got put in jail for.
So you back up off me.
You don't sit your lanky ass down... bottom line...
I will knock you the fuck out!
- What the fuck is wrong with you ? - Can you have a seat?
- You said you'd get me out of jail. - I wasn't lying.
Cops are so dumb. Look, it's coming up.
Remember, you promised to get me out.
There is it. Voila.
"Girlfriend"?
It was New Year's Eve and my ex-boyfriend, Eddie...
and this French guy...
took some really horrible pictures of me.
They said they would put them on the bulletin board...
of my kid's school...
unless I gave them a lot of narcotics information.
But I never gave them you or the girl!
Look, they got the girl. We need to get them now.
Because if we don't, they'll kill her.
- How do you make contact? - I have their mobile phone number.
God.
I'm sorry. Listen, I'll make it up to you.
I'll do anything you want.
We don't have a lot of time. Let's go.
You have sexy ears. You know that?
I want to lick them.
- Yeah? - Can I speak to Romeo?
There ain't no Romeo here, asshole.
Why are you laughing?
This cell phone will triangulate him...
no matter where he goes.
We'll watch on this map until he stops.
- Sector234. - The signal is still strong.
- We still have a lock. - We got them.
- Come on, baby. - Thank you.
Lucywas the queen, baby. Think about it.
Lucille Ball was a bimbo. What are you talking about?
- Desi was the brains. - How could you say that?
- What do you mean? - Without those bongos, he's nothing.
It's conga. Don't be so stupid. It's Desi and Lucy...
Yo, what's up?
The fucking pencil squad.
Did you get us assigned to traffic duty?
- This is real. We got something for you . - This shit could get you killed.
Let's go.
Here we go.
It's Conrad. I'm calling in a favor.
Eastbound towards northwest 135th Street.
Keep going northeast.
If I'm wrong about this, you can fire my ass.
This is what I need.
I need a SWAT team, helicopters...
We're calling all cars, baby. Only I don't know where I need them.
- Very nice car you got there. - Yeah. That's my toy.
I'm taking it with me, for my collection.
How about the wire transfers?
Two wire transfers to your banks...
totaling $180 million.
And 20 in cash.
Damn.
This has been a shitty week.
Getting full integration on that signal.
Yeah, we're on the airfield now.
I bet you it's up in the old hangar section.
Go ahead. Bring it up.
Deposit confirmation requested.
90 million, Geldersbank of zurich.
No easy approach.
No time. Fuck the backup.
- We have to go now. - Not a problem.
- Got an itch? I'd love to scratch it. - Scratch this.
- I'll scratch whatever you want, bitch. - Did you go to college?
Thank you.
- You sure you want to do this? - Let's go.
Tuck in your skirt, baby. Come on!
My shit always works sometimes!
This is the best you can buy. It's been nice doing business with you.
Shit.
It's a setup!
If I get killed, I'm fucking you up!
Goddamn it, go.
My God!
Fuck, man!
Mother...
Get down!
Shit!
You forgot your boarding pass.
You motherfuckers!
- What's up? - Shit!
- Mike, let's go! - Shit! Get in the car!
Get in! Come on!
This shit's gonna blow!
Get up!
Shit! Please catch that motherfucker!
- Hes hot me. - Hes hot you ? Hes hot me.
- You all right? - Just had a little run-in...
with your friend Jim Brown, but I'm fine.
He steals our shit, kidnaps Julie, shoots at my wife.
We beating him down!
Marcus, I just got one question for you , bro.
How the hell you leave my ass at a gunfight to go get the car?
You have got to shut up and let him drive!
Seems like that gunshot wound has improved your driving skills.
You got the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
- What are you doing? - Getting it out of the way.
Just punch it, man! Go!
This car's faster! This is a faster car!
It's one or the other, baby! It's him or it's us!
You better fucking win, that's all I know!
You better win!
Now that's how you supposed to drive!
From now on, that's how you drive!
Freeze!
He ain't even worth killing.
I bet when your punk ass woke up this morning...
you didn't think about 5:00 you'd have a hole in your leg.
You couldn't kill me, you chicken shit, could you?
I could. You're talking like it's over.
I was just pausing.
I'm starting to get the hang of this marksman shit.
Shooting them from 30 yards while they're running away is not it.
Here's where it is, right here. Point-blank, up close and personal.
That's what I'm talking about.
Would you do it?
Mike, step off.
Do it.
It's over.
He's a joke. He's a motherfuckin'joke.
I ever tell you I love you , man?
Yeah, you always be getting emotional after gunfights.
It's 'cause I'm glad we survived.
Shit.
What are you talking about?
I love you too, man.
Don't be looking at me. I said, "I love you ."
- I said that shit. - You my boy, man!
No, you like my brother, man.
So what am I?
- Man... - Julie, sweetie, you ...
You're a little dangerous.
Yeah, you're like a magnet for random gunfire.
But you're all right. You're cool.
You down.
So what's next?
See, there ain't gonna be no next.
Whoa, Marcus. Come on.
You wanted Mike Lowrey. You got him.
Right here. That's Mike. Old Mike Lowrey.
I'm going home to my wife to get my quality time.
Marcus, stop playing, man.
I been beat three times since we been out here.
I'm cool man. I don't need help. Please, back up.
Why are you going home to your wife?
You got shot in the leg. Your dick probably don't work.
Marcus, do you have the keys?
Mike wanted me to go to this gunfight.
Then there was this witness.
My man! Sorry.
- Can you let me out of here? - I don't have the keys.
What do you mean? Why wouldn't you have keys?
Would you ... Ouch.
Marcus, I thought you said you loved me. Show me love!