I ordered a couple of Bacardi Mojitos.
Miami.
Okay, zoom in on nine. A little more audio, please.
So, why don't we tak e a swim? Cool off.
Or we could just stay here and get drunk. How about that?
Or we could drink this later.
Unless you have a reason...
...why you don't want to get that beautiful body of yours wet.
Why not just ask if I'm wearing a wire?
I'd rather go swimming.
- What the hell's he doing? - Son of a bitch.
Shit. He's taking her into the water.
This guy's smart.
I want you to work for me. Why waste time on this unnecessary talking?
It's very unnecessary. What do you need with another banker?
For the same reason as your previous employer.
But now I own all the Russian clubs. No middleman.
I'm about to be the biggest importer and distributor of X in North America.
You're gonna be a very rich young woman. That's why I thought...
I know what you thought, Mr. Tapia.
As long as you don't think it more than once...
...l'm happy to be in business with you.
All right.
Let's do business.
What are you, a cop or a model?
What do you mean? I threw something on. I like looking good. What?
For who?
Don't hate the player. Hate the game.
I hate the tailor.
Good job. We'll get him.
Your brother would love to talk to you down the street.
Whoa, what's going on?
You trying to blow my case or you just insane?
You're the one taking a dip with the Cubano maniac.
- How'd you know that? - We had a wire in the house.
- You two have a warrant for that wire? - Look, fuck that, okay?
You don't know the kind of danger that you're in, Syd.
I am fully aware and I am fully capable of what I am doing.
I am not your baby sister anymore.
For the DEA you ain't nothing but a honeypot.
What'd you just say?
That's why you got the job, because you look good in a bathing suit.
All right, let's sit down somewhere.
All right, look, Syd, there's some shit you need to know.
Johnny Tapia is cutting up Russian mob bosses in his mom's kitchen.
In the kitchen, Syd.
He found a severed finger by the crock pot.
You're about to be in the middle of a drug war.
Miami PD has arrested this guy 12 times with no convictions.
Why don't you just hang back and let us bring him down?
Guys, look, I need this, okay? And I am this close.
What's "this close"?
I'm in charge of money laundering for his entire operation.
In a month or two we'll have enough for a conviction and it'll be over.
What about a day or two? Sound better?
Marcus and I think we found the key to Tapia's whole operation.
You have nothing to say now, huh?
- Just stuck, right? - Okay, time-out, y'all. Damn.
We got this peckerwood that'll put us down...
...with the transport end of Tapia's operation. Do you want in?
- Why would you...? - When?
- Tonight. - Page me.
Should I bring my thong?
Get your bitch hands off. I'll knock you the fuck out.
Mike, we're trying to keep her out of trouble, man...
...not invite her in.
Man, I just figured, you know, if she with us...
...that's just less trouble she could get into.
I'm gonna keep it real with you too, man. I think she can handle herself.
I'm gonna keep it real with you. Don't nobody know my sister like I do.
Okay? She doesn't make good choices, Mike.
- She's not street-smart. - Doesn't make good...?
- Like, what kind of choices? - Men, for one.
She's attracted to these dumb...
...flashy, just musclebound dickheads, Mike. You know?
Cock diesel motherfuckers that can't even fucking turn to wipe their ass.
- You feel me? - Yeah.
You know? Just dumb as a bucket of shrimp.
Yeah. Yeah. That shit's crazy.
I mean, you don't think maybe you...
Maybe you didn't, like, get a chance to know any of them?
I'm gonna give the next one a chance.
A chance to whup his ass.
- Whup the shit out of him. - Oh, you gonna fight him?
What I'm gonna do ain't even gonna be legal.
I might be up in here with these motherfuckers.
Do you know what I mean?
The fuck you looking at?
Thank you kindly.
- Who sprung me? - Hey, Cousin Floyd.
- Oh, you. - Remember me?
Cheese.
Y'all look great together.
- What the fuck you doing? - Just a little insurance.
You gonna help us find Dixie 7...
...and tell us what that boat has to do with Johnny Tapia.
- I ain't no snitch. - Oh, you ain't no snitch?
- Oh, damn. That's a shame. - Know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna send a special 8 x 10 to his KKK buddies back in jail.
You know what, it's a digital photo too.
So we can do whatever we want to do with it.
By the time we get done with you...
...you gonna be in the next Busta Rhymes video on BET.
Tuck ass.
I got my rights.
I'm worried. There's too much heat around in Miami.
I can feel it. I can feel it.
We need to put my money in coffins to Cuba faster.
You should tell the mortuary to speed things up. All right?
That's the channel marker way out there.
They make the drop mostly at dawn, but there'll be one today, though.
Syd, you talk to Mama? She's got hives.
Oh, and I told Mama about your Cubano boyfriend.
He ain't invited to Christmas dinner.
Change the station. More music, less Marcus.
If you open the door he'll be a black Dr. Phil for the next 40 minutes.
Syd, you might not want to get too flirty with Mike.
Your boyfriend might cut off his trigger finger.
Maybe Mike's been flirting with me. Did you ever think about that?
Trigger Mike?
Not like this. Don't play with that boy.
- Seriously. Don't play with that boy. - Just tell him about New York.
- Do it. - Tell me what?
Oh, shit. Is he walking down the steps?
Oh, shit. He coming down.
- It's okay. - Yeah, you done fucked up.
You done fucked up.
You remember...
Remember I went to New York? You remember?
And...
...I said, "Syd."
I ran in...
Syd ran into me in New York on the street in that place.
And I said:
"What's up?"
And we was hungry, so then...
...she had fish.
It was grouper.
And then I had some chicken.
Remember I was supposed to come home?
But I didn't.
We went out on a date.
Five, actually. Now we're seeing each other.
Hold up.
You know, really out of respect for you, Marcus, nothing happened.
Hey, Mike, why you tripping, man?
I mean, we wanted to make sure you was cool with it.
Doesn't matter what I think, you know. Hey, I had to find out like this, right?
Don't matter.
Let me ask you, y'all gonna have babies? Little bunch of mini Mikes?
Bunch of little lying, violent motherfuckers?
Marcus, nothing happened.
I just want to say, Mama's gonna be thrilled.
All right, you know what, you need to "whoosah" or something for a second.
Hey, here comes the Dixie 7.
Whoosah.
Just leave it alone.
- Why you acting like that? - Go on about your business, man.
- We gonna talk about this. - No. Get out of my face.
- I'm trying to talk to you. - Get the fuck off me, Mike.
What the hell is your problem, man?! Why you acting so stupid?!
This is a dysfunctional partnership. That's why I'm acting like that.
- You know... - There ain't no trust.
I didn't lie to you!
I was waiting for the right time to tell you. But that ain't your issue.
Why don't you bring it to me real. What is your problem with this?!
You know what? You a dog, man.
- That's it. There it is. I said it. - Oh, okay.
You like a pit bull with that little pink thing hanging out.
Oh, it's like that. Oh, okay.
I'm not good enough for your sister.
Guys, enough. The boat's coming.
Okay. We gonna handle that shit. Go ahead, man.
In about an hour, the drop boat's gonna come.
We got them.
Wonder what mortuary that coffin's going to.
Keep going straight by.
You seeing what I'm seeing?
Get the load to the mortuary and don't screw up.
I got it.
Load up.
They're getting away!
Stop! Stop!
We need your car. All right?
- Get out the car. - Can't you get a better car than that?
Let that man go!
- Don't be coming at me with that tone. - Freak.
- Small cars don't hurt the ozone layer. - That's what I'm talking about.
- Stop the car. - Get... Yeah.
- Pop the trunk. Get out. Get in. - Get out. Get out.
- Get your ass in. - Okay.
- I am in the middle of a sale. - Do I have to pull my gun?
Oh, shit. Dan Marino. What's up? Back up, Dan. Hey, you're the truth.
- Whatever you need, officers. - That's Dan Marino.
- Hey. Back up. - Let me know how it rides.
He's gonna test-drive the shit out this.
Go. I don't want to blow my cover.
Got them. Got them right there.
Why you gotta get so close?
- I won't let that coffin get away. - But they're all around us.
Shit, those are the gangbangers.
Relax, they don't know us.
Boss, we got a problem here. We're being followed.
This is a big problem, Carlos.
- Sorry, boss. I'll take care of it, okay? - Kill those black bitches. All right?!
They made us. Get some undercovers to roll with us.
We're splitting up. Everybody go to Third and Boxter, now!
Here we go.
I didn't sign up for no goddamned car chase!
Have you lost your mind?
I see you got your mind set on doing dumb shit, so please let me out!
I seen this in a movie once. They didn't make it!
Oh, shit!
- Dump truck! - I got it.
- Mike! - I'm fine. I'm fine.
Right there! Oh, shit, Mike!
- Did you see that shit? - No shit.
Dan Marino should definitely buy this car.
Not this one. I'm fucking this one up. But definitely one like this.
I almost missed that.
All right, that was almost fucked up. I almost fucked up.
Shit!
This is not necessary.
Oh, shit!
- Damn! - Dead man on the hood! Dead man!
- I'm trying to get it off. - Get it off!
I'm trying to get it off.
- That shit's nasty. That's nasty. - Get it off! Get...
That shit is nasty.
- Undercover-Police! Move! - Undercover-Police!
- Move! - Move! Move! Move!
Coming around the corner!
Get ready, they're coming around the block. Move!
Up top!
Shit!
Boy, if this was my car, I'd be pissed!
Get down! Get down!
Trying to break the world record for gun fights in a week!?
This is not the time to criticize!
I can't work with you blaming me all the time!
- This is not your fault? - This is not... No! No!
Bullshit, Mike! Everything's your fault!
Okay, let's go! Let's go!
- Clear around! - Cool!
I'm going around!
- Mike, got him! - They got the coffin.
Move!
Move! Move! Get down! Police! Get down!
Move! Move!
Police! Move! Move!
Get out of my way! Move! Move!
Get down! Get down!
Shit! Open the door! Police!
No!
Whoa! Shit!
Mike! Mike!
That boy bit me!
Mike!
Move! Move!
Police! Move!
He under there?
We lost the coffin...
...and you barbecued our only lead, Mike.
This has got to be the worst, most emotional cop week of my life.
Yeah, it's been a little rough.
- Where were these bodies going? - I don't know. It's really strange.
All the John Does we found out here are empty.
Empty Does. Fat Does.
Cut them open, took the organs out. Sewed them back up.
Nice work.
The more you guys fuck up, the more we look like rock stars.
The van you was chasing is a transport for the city morgue.
The John Does were being delivered to the university for medical research.
- Nice going. - I can't believe you guys.
Do you both wake up in the morning, call each other up?
"Good morning, Marcus." " Morning, Mike."
" How you doing?" "A'ight."
"So how are we gonna fuck up the captain's life today?"
"Gee, I don't know." " I don't know."
"Ooh. Look, over there.
Let's kill three fat people...
...and leave them on the street."
They were dead before we ran over them.
It doesn't matter whether they were dead or not, goddamn it!
Every time you leave a corpse on the street...
...I have to get these forensic coroner guys to come to see what happened.
Then I gotta get detectives. See? They're detecting shit.
Then I gotta get these forensic guys to stick them back in the fucking bag!
Jesus Christ!
You guys, you're like...
You're like a bunch of bloodsucking ticks...
...draining the life's blood out of this department.
- Whoosah. - Damn the whoosah, captain.
- Did you just call me a tick? - I was referring to him.
- Thought so. - These aren't normal corpses.
If I threw you out of a speeding ice truck...
...and then ran over your head, you wouldn't be normal either.
Think about this for a second. These bodies have been emptied...
...from a drug smuggler that just happens to own a mortuary.
I got a bunch of bodies waiting with plenty of room in them...
...I could smuggle some shit.
- Johnny Tapia has the perfect cover. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Johnny Tapia?
I want a warrant to go into his mortuaries immediately.
No warrant. What? For what? For what?
For a bunch of dead guys on their way to med research?
No. Every time we go after him, he sues us and wins.
This shit stops now or they'll fire us, disband TNT...
...and stick me in a fucking coffin.
- This is over now! - What happened to "whatever it takes"?
That was pre-vehicular manslaughter. Not to mention Johnny Tapia...
- What the fuck is that? - Oh, shit.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
This man has violated my rights!
Who the fuck is that?
Running people over is not enough for you? Now you're into kidnapping?
That man is a criminal. Okay? We busted him at the...
Excuse me, I have so much brass up my ass...
...I could be playing "The Star-Spangled Banner."
I ain't cut out for this, man.
Come on, man. I can't do this with you right now.
- I'm re-evaluating what's important. - About what? Being a cop?
No, about you being my partner.
Is this about Syd? God! Hey, Marcus, man...
That was messed up, but that ain't what this is about, Mike.
Once we nail Tapia, you and me, we're over.
I already signed my transfer papers.
Megan, what's the name of this boy taking you to the movies?
Reggie.
Daddy, please don't embarrass me and ask him a lot of questions.
Everybody knows you're a cop, and it makes people nervous.
Well, why nervous? He on crack?
- It's cool? - Yeah. Come in.
What'd you...?
I got a sneak and peek.
Judge Sinclair said we can go into the mortuary tonight.
We can't touch nothing, but if we find something...
...he'll give us a righteous warrant.
You love pissing Captain Howard off, don't you?
It's what I do.
So when you start playing golf?
Hey, so you real serious about this transfer thing, huh?
I mean, you been quitting for 10 years. I just always thought it was...
...how you dealt with all this shit.
It's what's best for me and my family.
Look, I'm gonna get my stuff, man.
"We ride together, we die together.
Bad boys for life."
We getting old, Mike.
One of them young punks coming to take my baby out on her first date.
- Who the fuck are you? - Hi, Mr. Burnett. I'm Reggie.
- What you doing here? - I came to take out Megan.
- What?! - I came to take out Megan.
- How old are you? - I'm 15, Mr. Burnett.
Motherfucker, you look 30.
- Show me some ID. - I don't have none on me.
You don't have no ID. Get your ass up against that wall.
What is your problem?
You think you know it all. Little young Thundercats.
- Got joints on you? - No.
- You smoke that shit? - No, sir.
You trying to get my daughter high? Do you smoke that shit?
- Nigga, who that is at the door? - It's Reggie.
- Who the fuck is Reggie? - Came to take Megan out.
- What you want, nigga? - I'm here to take his daughter out.
- What's your name? - Reggie.
I heard the motherfucker say your name Reggie.
You taking Megan out?
- How old is you? - Fifteen.
- Shit, nigga, you at least 30. - This is Mike.
- Can you fight? - Yeah.
You can fight? Motherfucker. You can't fight. Look at you...
- Cut it out. - I want to know if...
When somebody taking my niece out, I want to know if he can fight.
Somebody might come say something, the nigga can't fight, she can't go.
This is Megan's godfather, okay? He just got out the joint.
Why you putting all my business in the street?
- They call him... - I got out of jail. I ain't going back!
I ain't going back!
What's wrong with you? You're scared. You ain't seen a gun before?
Stop pointing the gun at the boy.
Look, don't you disrespect me in front of company.
Let the gun go off.
Nigga, you a big, tall, Ludacris-looking motherfucker, ain't you?
- You rap? - No.
Hey, Mike!
Now, listen. Have my daughter home at 10:01.
If she ain't home at 10:01, I'm in the car, okay?
Lock, loaded and hunting your motherfucking ass down.
- Do you hear me? Speak up. - I'll go with him.
If I'm there, know what it'll be? Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, nigga.
- That's what it'll be. - Marcus!
Reggie, baby, I am so sorry. Forgive Megan's dad and his silly friend.
- You a virgin? - Yes.
Keep it that way. Ain't gonna be no fucking tonight.
Baby, the red shirt's nice. You guys have a good time.
- You ever made love to a man? - No.
- You want to? - No, sir.
- Hey, have a good time, baby. - Go. Go.
- All right. - I need to go.
That was cool.
So you ready to bust this case open?
Oh, yeah. Let's finish strong. All right?
All right, ladies. We cannot take a burn tonight or Tapia walks.
I need a good, clean break-in.
- Zank, eyeball. - Eyeball set.
- Dex, high ground. - Rooftop set.
- Fanuti, light your crack pipe. - Got you.
Lockman, you buzzing?
We're up, baby.
- Hello, anybody home?! - We got a stiff to deliver!
- What's going on here, man? - We got a stiff to deliver.
- Nobody told me about any stiff. - The guy's in the van now. He's fresh.
No deliveries tonight.
They told us to come right over to the place. This is the place.
- We must bring him in here. I'm sorry. - No one in.
- You get that body to the morgue yet? - Morgue?
You said to get it to the Spanish Palms Mortuary.
No, you dumb Latin fuck.
What you smoking in that crack pipe?
Who you calling a Latin fuck, man?
Check.
There's burnt people down here, Mike.
Oh, fuck.
Damn, somebody's teeth.
Now that we're here, you need to sign some paperwork...
...because the man is very contagious. His contagiousness could touch you.
You guys have a nice evening. Good night.
Might you see us inside for some hot cocoa?
Cam one, I got a good signal. Cam two, I got a good signal.
- Damn! - Stop it. Do not do that tonight.
- You don't smell that? - Oh, yeah, I smell it.
- It stinks. - Stop!
I'm gonna have some Pepto.
- This dude hasn't been embalmed yet. - What you talking about?
They stick a tube down your throat and just suck out all the gunk and bile.
Because what happens is, your body'll get gaseous and you'll decompose.
Don't want that to happen before your family see you.
- I don't need to know that now. - They sew your mouth closed.
They got to get it all out because a lot of times dead people'll fart.
That shit'll clear a funeral home out.
- How do you know all that? - Learning Channel. That shit got me.
Oh, shit.
You're not even gonna warm up to it?
Hey! Do some cop work.
- He's a human being. - Check the casket.
Why don't you check his spine while you're in there.
I'm retching.
Mike!
- What? - Have some dignity.
- I ain't doing nothing. - Cover her titties up.
Like, what am I gonna do with these big-ass dead titties?
But you're looking, though.
There's... Something's wrong with your brain.
Just cover the titties.
Goddamn!
Damn. This nicer than some cribs.
She's going to Cuba.
Who's top cop now? Huh?
That's what I'm talking about. See? There you go.
That's it right there. Take a picture of the money, then check this body.
Nah, I'm gonna count these. You know?
Check the body.
I'm gonna check the body, Mike. I'm not rushing into it, that's all.
This one's going to a mortuary in L.A.
I'm gonna check this one.
That's that bullshit that I be talking about.
Mike, the motherfucking head fell off.
Come here.
I'm back in the game.
Think I got something.
Feels like a bag.
Shit, it's his kidney.
I smell dead people.
Drugs and money. We got him, baby.
This dude is loaded.
Bet he thinks he's a damn genius, transporting them in dead bodies.
Let's get this body.
Mike, you got company, man.
Somebody's coming. Hide! Give me the X. Give me the X.
You gotta stall them.
Hide! Hide! Hide!
Shit!
Punk kids do this? Go check it out.
Hide!
Marcus! Why would you...? That's just not smart, man.
You tell Theresa, I'll kill you.
Bimbo's next.
Oh, God. Not that. Not the bimbo.
Let's hurry this shit up.
Shit.
We got a big problem. We got a big problem.
Drive that ambulance into the building right now.
- Crash it into the building! - No. Not me, baby.
I got too many crashes on my file. You do it.
No. You're kidding. I got red-flagged last month for the thing.
You know how much the city paid. I can't have another ding on my file.
Mike, my man, we want to help you out here, you know...
...but we got a couple of administration problems over here, you know?
So how about we give sirens and some flashing lights?
Make a racket. How's that?
Negative! Negative!
Crash that ambulance into the building right now!
We want to help the team out and everything, but...
But I'm not getting suspended for this.
Okay, I plan on whupping y'all asses the second I get out of here.
- Crash into the building right now! - Screw it.
Just the price of cop business.
Now, get her on the table.
Oh, my God.
Jeez! What the hell! I'm so... I'm so...
That's tragic, man.
Go, go, go. Back door's clear. Go! Go!
Get up, Marcus!
The gas got stuck. I didn't mean to.
Oh, man.
Supple leather, you know.
You ever rub your leather?
You know, like, just rub it. See how good it feels.
What does love mean to you, Mike?
Don't worry about me and my love.
Look, I got plenty of love in my life.
Like a woman's butt.
- Don't do that. - Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mike.
Let's just concentrate and get this warrant.
I need to express right now.
I want you to know, if this is our last job, I really appreciate you.
Okay?
No, this is not gay shit.
This is man shit. You know what I mean?
And you a beautiful man. You know?
And when you let the beautiful side...
- What? - Look at your pupils.
How am I look at my pupil? What, I'm...
Yo, what are you taking? Did you take some of that X?
- Hey, look, give me a hug. - Hey, get off. Listen, listen. Listen!
We need this warrant. Do not fuck this up. Pull yourself together.
Evening, captain.
Hello...
..."capteeon."
So how do you two plan to fuck up my evening tonight?
Well, captain, believe me, we would not be here...
...if it weren't seriously, utterly important.
Get in here.
Get off me!
Cap, this is beautiful.
Have such a warm feel, you know.
Sort of like a "ving shwa." What's it, Mike?
- It was a V, like a "von schwo." - Why don't you have a seat?
- Or "ven wangs" or... - Feng shui.
"Von sway."
You have a "von sway" home.
Make yourself at home.
All right, captain, I know you said that Johnny Tapia was hands...
- Oh, no! No! - Look, captain, we got him. It's a wrap.
Look, we messed up today, but we got him. Please just look.
- How do I move it? - Here, you flip through the pictures.
You can flip... You can flip through picture...
This is horrible.
- Take the picture. - You can look really close.
Listen, we got everything that we need to take this dude.
Oh, God.
They're taking the organs out.
Right there you can... You can... Yeah. If you look there...
Oh, gosh.
This is good. That's horrible.
Look at this.
Everybody just needs to relax. Whoosah. Whoosah. Whoosah.
What are you doing? Marcus, it's 2 a.m. Get your hands off me.
Remember we said we were gonna call Vargas and Reyes?
- No, I don't... - Call Vargas!
Tell him the thing we said to tell him.
- What thing? - Tell him we said... About yesterday.
And tell him about the thing.
So, captain, listen, we've also got videotape.
Yesterday, we fucked up bad. But we got him now.
Oh, shit.
- What? - No, a lot of times with these...
Oh, shit!
- What? Did I erase it? - No. We got video.
- We got fucking... - Oh. Let me see.
Oh, shit.
He's shipping the drugs around the country in bodies.
We found coffins of cash, tagged for Cuba.
And you think Tapia's about to move out with all this money?
I love it when you call me Bunny Nose.
Shit!
Yeah, I do, girl.
You should see this sexy shit I got on.
Who the hell are you talking to?
I talked to Vargas and...
...Ru... Reyes. They said that they're down for whatever.
This is a nice fish, you know.
Big fucking eyes, but a nice fucking fish.
We need this warrant, captain.
Let's take this scumbag down.
What the fuck is going on?
- He ingested X. - You okay, pal? Take it easy.
Okay, thank you.
Poison lady says we gotta keep him cool.
Otherwise, he's burning up, he can get brain damage.
Nobody'll even notice that.
Mike, I got an erection.
Take me home.
Call the wife, tell her I'm on the way.
Hope you guys hear me.
- We got her. Loud and clear. - She's in.
Showtime.
Palm Mortuary, Alpha team.
Tapia's mansion, Delta. Dixie Boy boat dock, Bravo.
Coast Guard gunships, anything that hits the water.
We hit all three places simultaneously.
Tac up at 08:45. We go hot at 09:00 sharp.
Bring the noise.
You're such a beautiful girl.
Thank you.
- Johnny. - Yeah?
- Is she a Negro? - Please, Mama!
Shut up! Get out of here!
You make your bed, you sleep in it!
Make way!
- Get down! - Don't fucking move!
You take risks. I like that.
Or...
...maybe I'm the one taking a risk on you. Huh?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Excuse me, boss. We need to talk now.
Something's going on outside.
- Cops. - What the fuck do you mean, cops?
Goddamn it.
DEA. You don't plan on entering, do you?
- We have a warrant to get in there. - A UC's inside. She's gotta leave first.
You got two minutes.
- Call her on her cell. - Yes, sir.
Cut the power to the house.
- You got her? Well, let's go. - No, sir.
We got a bogey.
God. This is for you, Josef, and me and Mother Russia.
They're not gangbanger homeys. They're cops.
Cops?!
They weren't trying to hit the load. I think they were looking after her.
Now, you tell me...
...where is the wire? - They made her.
We gotta get her out. Go! Come on!
Hey, Tapia, you fucking mother.
The Russian Grim Reaper is here.
Everything's in here.
- Oh, shit. - Goddamn.
Eyeball, has anything left this mortuary in the past two hours?
A four-hearse funeral just left. We trailed them to Miami Harbour.
Miami Air, Tapia's running his money to Cuba. Get us a chopper!
Hey, Tapia!
You scared of me, you little scumbag?!
- We got some heat. - Pull the car back.
I'll fucking kill you! Who the hell are you?
- Drop the weapon! - Drop the weapon now!
- I'm with you guys! - Put it down, now!
- I'm over here! - Shut up!
- Drop the weapon! - I'll kill that son of a bitch!
This is Alpha. Heads up to the Coast Guard Sharks and Bravo Team.
Close the harbour. Freeze any moving speedboat.
This is Brav o.
We got a go-fast slinging a high rate of speed down Miami harbour.
Stop that boat.
This guy's moving us.
Think we're going for the bridge.
Coast Guard, we're going in.
Miami Police. Shut it down.
This is the police. Shut it down.
- Watch out, he got a weapon. - Bail out!
Coast Guard, take him down. Burn him.
Vessel is dead in the water. Vessel is dead in the water.
This is what we do.
Oh, man, it's full up. It's full up.
It's a righteous bust.
How the hell they slip away?
Give me the watch commander on the horn.
Do you know her brother on Miami PD? Find him.
Do you know anyone who might want to save your life?
- Hello? - Marcus, they...!
You have $100 million of mine...
...and I want it back in 48 hours.
Shit just got real.
Jack Snell, DEA.
Agent Eames, FBI...
...who has just informed me...
...that satellite pinpointed Tapia's jet in Cuban airspace 20 minutes ago.
Cuba?
United States does not negotiate with hostage-takers.
Especially Cuban hostage-takers.
It's a delicate situation.
This is not just a situation. This is my sister.
Off the record, all State Department agencies...
...are using their back-channel contacts for a diplomatic solution.
You know, by the time y'all finish being diplomatic...
...my sister could be in a fucking box. This is bullshit.
He ain't getting away from us that easy.
We ride together...
...we die together.
Bad boys for life.
We just gotta do it ourselves, man.
I don't know you.
You look like you're about to do something stupid. I'm in.
Dodd tell you how crazy us ex- Delta guys are?
My brother, Tito, lives in Cuba.
He's a little crazy, but he's hooked up with the underground.
Weapons, men, a safe house. Whatever we need.
You can forget about passports and all that stuff.
Because if the Cubans catch us, we're all dead.
My brother Tito's in Alpha 66, the Anti-Castro Underground.
What does that have to do with Tapia?
Everything. Tapia's the biggest supplier of drug cash to Castro.
So Alpha 66 will be all over him.
Brother, that is perfect. He says he can get men on the tunnel right away.
Let me holler at him.
Tito, we need layout, security, the whole deal.
We got info that Tapia's got a casket coming in tomorrow at 4:00 p.m.
Yeah, that might be our way in. Yeah.
Brought you a little care package from my friends over at the CIA.
They want to help. And don't ask me.
They're spies.
Former Delta Intel and Demo. Requesting permission to tag along.
Ronnie, I hear there's a boat on fire off the coast of Cuba.
Shouldn't we break international waters to help them?
That's my dog.
Point of no return.
I want to thank y'all from the bottom of my heart.
- Mike, look, I just... - Tell me when we get back.
The target's in sight. I see the boat.
Roger. Target 12 o'clock. 300 yards.
Roper in the door. Stand by.
Go! Go! Go!
- Tito? - Welcome to Cuba.
Damn. What's up with the safe house across the street from Tapia's crib?
This is the last place anyone would look.
We've been watching the place. Guards play soccer each day at 3:30.
The bad news, everyone knows he uses the army like his bodyguards.
- This is Tapia's compound. - CIA hooked us up, huh?
Yeah. This LIDAR laser technology even shows his escape tunnel.
The alarm security is wired to the army.
We're screwed if we don't blow up this security room before we make a move.
The tunnel we're digging branches off.
One under his back yard and the other into his escape tunnel.
We gotta hurry up.
See? I told you my brother was a maniac.
- How we looking? - Let me check it out.
Papi, you look like Jesus.
Why they call this The Last Supper?
It was the last time they were all together before Jesus was crucified.
Crucified?
Hold your ears. Hey, you.
Listen to me. This is fucking depressing! You understand?!
I mean, who had this fucking idea?
I just want little angels looking down on me.
Okay, here's the ocean, 300 yards from Tapia's house.
We're here. Safe house. First tunnel comes through to here.
First team takes out the security station.
Second tunnel comes through into the centre of the house.
Tito, your contacts inside said Syd's in the last bedroom...
... on the second floor, right?
Lupe's one of us. If she says your sister's there...
...she is there.
Three o'clock sharp, the bag of cats and iguanas go over the fence.
Hopefully the motion detectors'll go so crazy security'll shut them off.
My guys will watch the outside for any military.
If they come, that's bad.
Let's make this count, guys.
We're in.
Goddamn it, it's the fifth time today.
Carlos, turn off the motion sensors till we get it fixed.
- Look what I found. Can I keep them? - No.
All right, guys...
...sensors are down. Time to move. - We are 100% go.
Let's go.
Left. Left. Yeah. There we go. This is not as easy as it looks.
Okay, we're at the T. Split right.
Good luck, guys.
Let's go. Come on, let's go.
Find the soccer game. Sniff it out, baby. Sniff it out.
To the left. To the left. Oh, shit.
Oh, you did not see me.
- Ready to bust into the escape tunnel. - There we go. Soccer.
Sorry.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Go!
Get me the American bitch.
Call General Santos. Tell him I need him now!
Sorry, darling. Take her outside to safety. Come on.
- Carlos, this is not good! - I know!
- Where is General Santos?! - He's coming, boss!
You fucking maricons! I'm gonna blow your head off!
Fuck!
What's happened to this gun? My son will slice you into chorizo.
- Mama, I'm very sorry. - You little puta!
- Vargas, you in? - We got Mama and the girl.
We're entering the house. Go!
Move! Move! Move!
Everything's clear outside. You got 30 seconds max. Haul ass.
You got two rovers on the balcony. I can't get a shot off.
See the rover? I missed him!
Get down! Get down now!
- Get down! - Down!
Move! Move! Move!
- Marcus! - Come on!
Move! We got the package.
Move now. It's turning into a real bad day.
- Vargas, we're coming back. Cover us! - We got you covered, baby.
Somebody talk to me. What's going on?
The military is everywhere.
- This is bad, I have to go. - Listen, you have a lot of company.
Get out of there now!
I'm hit! I'm hit!
Head for the tunnel. I'll blow this.
Go, go! Get out!
Mike, you gotta get out.
Vargas! Get out! Abort!
We won't reach the tunnel! Go to plan B.
- We're going to plan B! - What plan B?!
You don't pay attention to shit!
- What's the plan B? - That's your problem!
Are you fucking shitting me? Let's go!
- Follow me! Follow me! - I will...
Plan B? What the hell is plan B?
- Tito, what you doing here? - You need a Cuban guide, fool.
This way!
- They won't make it to the tunnel. - Let's blow out of here!
Keys, keys, keys!
Oh, my God! No! God! Oh, my God!
Plan B did not have that big-ass gun in it!
You call this plan B?! What the plan B stand for? Bullshit!
Do you want to drive?!
Yeah, pull over by the fuckers with the machine guns!
Shit!
I am not to be fucked with!
I missed the part of the meeting when you drive through the dining room.
And right out the front door.
Get in the truck!
Cuban army was everywhere.
- Gotta get us to Guantanamo Bay! - No.
You can't drive onto a U.S. Naval base.
Hey, we're Americans, okay?
Marcus, you know how when we usually get in these situations...
...l'm always trying to make you feel better, like we'll be all right.
- Yeah, yeah. - I could say it...
...but that'd be a bunch of bullshit today.
Military, military.
- Which way?! - No, right! Right! Go right!
These are drug dealer shacks. They make cocaine here.
Hope there's shit in there that likes to blow.
Faster! I'll kill you, motherfucker!
I'm gonna go for it.
- This is a big-ass hill. - Shit.
- Oh, shit! Is this still called plan B? - No, this is definitely plan C.
Oh, Jesus!
God! God!
Everybody start shooting at somebody!
Shoot! Shoot!
- Shit! I'm out! - I got two rounds left.
- One in the chamber. - I'm out.
All these guns and none of you got no bullets?!
- I got one in my hip! - Oh, God, he's hit!
There! Gitmo!
U.S. Soil, baby. U.S. Soil.
Come on! Go!
- Americans on the way! - Whoa, watch...
Run it! Run it!
Go.
Go! Go! Go!
Fuck.
Mike!
We're Americans!
I pay my motherfucking taxes! Shoot them!
Hey, fucking gringo. Drop the gun!
Put it down! Put it down!
They can't help you. You're staying in Cuba.
You are standing on a live minefield!
Do not move!
Look, why don't we all go home...
Well, we'll go home, you go to a hotel.
Work this shit out another day. None of us is having a good day right now.
- Give me the gun! - Okay.
I'll toss it right at your feet...
...right next to the mine.
Now, that's how you supposed to shoot!
From now on, that's how you shoot!
Oh, I want my next partner to shoot just like that.
It take a dysfunctional motherfucker to bust somebody in the head like that.
That's some dysfunctional shit.
My next partner'll invite me to his barbecues, though.
Come here, girl. Come here.
I came all the way to Cuba for this.
Come on.
Y'all gotta do that around land mines?
Would you tell them that that shit is dangerous around these land mines?
You know, Mik e, this ain't easy for me, but I was wrong.
I'll be very proud for you to date my sister.
- Thanks, man. - All right.
You know, me and Syd thought about it...
...and your behaviour was so crazy that...
...any magic we could've captured, probably best if we didn't... You know.
You're just gonna take advantage of my little sister?
Already you breaking her heart?
- What you talking about? - She not good enough for you?
Syd, Mike says you ain't shit!
Now, why would you scream out some crazy nonsense like that?
I don't appreciate you coming here, disrespecting me in my new pool.
I bought your new pool.
Why don't you hook this pool up to your Ferrari and drag it out of here?
First of all, I was joking.
And second of all, all this right here, smell yourself right now.
Because this moment is what's wrong with you.
I got the transfer papers in the trash can.
I'll get them and glue them the fuck up.
- Glue them up. - What?
- Want some glue? - We won't be partners no more.
I got glue in the car.
I'm trying to talk to you. It's hot, I feel like I'm cooking in this fucker...
...and I gotta hear shit out of you? Then on top of that shit...
...you gonna dog my baby sister?
Oh, this that bullshit!
Dad!
I kept the warranty. I kept the warranty!
Bad boys, bad boys
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do When we come for you?
Bad boys, bad...
Come on, you gotta learn the words.
Mike, you don't know the damn words either.
Bad boys, bad boys What you gonna do?
What you gonna do When they come for you?
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