What's this "having a picnic" in my car?
I'm not getting sex at home. Don't deny me this.
You sleep with a beautiful woman nightly.
"Married" means you sleep together, but you can't get none.
Watch it with all that shit, all right?
Where are your cup holders?
I don't have one.
$80,000 for this car and there's no cup holder?
It's $105,000, and it's one of the fastest cars on earth.
0 to 60 in 4 seconds.
- It's a limited edition. - You damn right!
No cup holder, no back seat.
It's a shiny dick with 2 chairs in it.
I guess we the balls, just dragging along.
Damn!
Sorry.
Get it.
I can't get down there. You got an engineering flaw.
My shit ain't going down up in there.
Go! Titty-titty, strutty-strutty.
Make them want it.
I ain't cleaning up after you.
My hand can't get down there. When it does, it gets stuck.
Then you got this shit.
Get that fry.
This ain't Denny's!
I wouldn't buy from Denny's. I don't like how we been treated.
They bit. Let's gank these fools!
You ain't interested in the fry. You all up in that.
Get out.
Shit!
- What the fuck?! - We've had a big week.
So get out of the car.
Damn! What you weigh, 350?
You're a chicken-eating fucker, right?
Why I always get the big motherfuckers?
Get out!
All right! All right!
Hold on!
Funny! Let me tell you how bad a day you're having.
We're cops.
And I'm a standup comedian...
...and I suck! So I need your car.
I ain't Wesley Snipes.
I just hang out with stupid friends who drive cars...
...that attract fucking attention!
I need to jump over this car and smack you in the head.
- You're arguing over a fry! - It's not about that.
It's your disrespect for my property!
- Hey, hey! - Shut up!
This is stupid! Hold the fuck on!
If you want some bad enough, come get some!
You like that shit?
Wesley Snipes, Passenger 57.
Now get me a fucking Handi Wipe.
Let's hear a joke, bitch!
What do you think? Looks like the real thing.
Remember your assignment?
I'm a decoy.
You are.
What are you doing?!
Police?
I just saw a policeman shot...
...at South Miami and 1st Street. Help, please!
All units. Officer down.
A squad code 3.
All units respond and identify.
Officer down. We need additional ground units.
Air 3, Roger. Suspect or suspects unknown.
Gentlemen, it's clear.
We're inside.
We're in.
You got 20 minutes.
Goddamn tacos will kill me.
We got 12 minutes. Let's go.
Clear. We're in.
Move your ass. We got 6 minutes.
Ready.
Ready to fire. Go!
Fire!
Go!
Move!
Damn!
Did you have sweet dreams?
You're so nasty.
You always saying you want quality time.
I got the time and you damn sure got the quality.
Come on now.
You know what it is?
I can't remember the last time we fell asleep together.
Baby...
It's my job.
That's required.
I'm a better cop when I get some in the morning.
I feel lighter on my feet.
Keep it in your pants. I hear 3 little Burnetts coming.
That's cold.
You leave me here like a humping dog.
Hi, baby boy!
- Daddy! Daddy! - What's up?
At school, people say I look weird. They say my ears look funny.
I have that problem, I got the ears. But you know what?
They for you to listen to people's problems.
You're an angel. These are your wings.
James, stop! Would you take them off?
Don't make me come to your school. I'll arrest the principal.
Talking about my boy's ears.
Uncle Mike's in the house!
What's up?
Partner, partner!
Check it out.
What'd you take my food for?
Don't! I don't know where your lips were last night.
Did you have a date last night?
Did I!
Let me tell you. This girl was...
Don't tell my son your sleazy sex stories.
I only tell your husband my sleazy sex stories.
Him neither. It gives him ideas.
Why put me in this? I'm with my babies.
Okay? Thank you.
Eat. Go on!
No problem.
Mike here.
Captain, I think you mean, "Get our asses down there, please."
Maybe not.
Hey, baby!
Where's Howard?
He's looking for you. He's been in better moods.
Damn!
Get it done, goddamn it!
Welcome to our nightmare.
See this?
What's wrong with this picture?
Remember this room?
These flats look familiar?
There were these silver packets that looked like bricks.
Little red tags on them, about so high?
All that heroin, gone!
Our career bust. $100 million!
- Gone! - This is bad.
Let me call it what it is: Fucked up!
You got that right.
Hello, Alison.
You know Captain Sinclair, Internal Affairs's top watchdog.
I'd take that as a compliment, but I know you.
If you two want to get personal, we could step out...
It's nothing personal. I'm just doing my job.
I know one leak can turn this nightmare into a media frenzy.
That won't happen. We'll get the dope back before that.
Start by looking here. It had to be an inside job.
I'll find out about it.
Sanchez, Ruiz, you're late.
So they put this in for toxic drug fumes?
Brilliant design!
This was intelligent. I like this.
I didn't ask how he feels. What did he see?
What does he know?
Where were you last night?
Have your cousins bring it back and we can sleep.
We were going to, but we found a problem.
Your mama snorted up all the dope.
Get over there.
O'Fee is okay but has nothing to tell us.
They kill a decoy, it empties the station. Very smart!
But not a real cop, or the whole force would be on them.
This was your case. You're back on it.
Sanchez, Ruiz, back them up with whatever they need.
Shut your mouths!
It was Carrera's drugs in the first place.
But he was killed in prison. What about his crew?
Those idiots don't have the precision to do this.
But check them out.
They would have been in here with Uzis.
It takes brains do this.
Big cojones too.
What do you mean?
It would take a month to explain.
We've got nothing. What's the matter with you?
The guy who pulled this off knew what he was doing.
He left us a big "Fuck you."
Find out who installed the ventilating system.
- That's cold. - So's your mama's bed.
This could definitely be an inside job.
We got 72 hours before the FBI and DEA come and shut us down.
We'll be the bad guys.
The politics demand...
...that somebody take the rap, and it'll be us.
Just do what you do. Only faster.
Jojo, you still a chemist, right?
Cutting drugs and shit like that?
I don't know about that. I'm out of the drug business.
You know something.
I just said "no" to drugs.
You said "no" to drugs! What you into, Jo?
Rubber.
You're selling tires, huh?
You know nothing? Jojo don't know nothing.
I know tires.
- You telling the truth? - Would I lie to you?
Hey! You driving.
This is a waste of time.
In Maxie's line of work she definitely gets the 411.
Maxie! How'd I know I'd find you here?
We got to talk. Where can we talk?
The equipment room?
- Behave yourself. - I'm cool.
Listen, I need some help. Again.
What else is new?
Some major ill shit happened down at the P.D.
There's lots of heroin and cash involved.
There'll be some jolly young men who want to party.
What do you need?
Lots of people will talk to you, not me.
You mean customers?
Don't get in any wild shit. Just call if you hear something.
I think I will.
What are you doing?
Trying to keep my shit quick.
Right, you ain't getting none at home. You got extra energy.
We got anything?
Sanchez says the air conditioning contract went to...
...Manuel Arrona of Key Biscayne.
He works out of his house this week. That's the number.
He's not answering.
I guess we should leave.
Make a trip all the way here to high society for nothing?
No, man. We can peek in the windows.
That's okay.
- I tripped. - The handle just opened?
Right after I tripped. They must want us to come in.
Take a peek.
Hello!
We're your new neighbours.
Don't be alarmed. We're Negroes.
No man! Too much bass in your voice.
That scares white folks. Sound like them.
We were wondering if we can borrow some brown sugar.
You fart?
No, man!
Dead guy.
Looks like somebody's home.
Let me take a stab at this one.
He sells the ventilation plans to the bad guys.
- He gets rich, but dead. - You're right on that.
- I'm going to go call homicide. - Wait!
Why do you act like this around corpses?
It's cool. I just...
Please? Look around.
The smell and the...
It's just unexpected.
It's looks like our buddy Arrona was a gambler.
Got dog track, jai alai...
- Needed money to pay his debts. - Bookie.
Damn, man!
Watch where you swing the dead leg!
My bad, my bad!
Damn this. I'm calling homicide.
I'm a narcotics cop.
Dead bodies...
...dead ends.
Maggots.
What's wrong?
Want to grab some burritos?
You drive slow enough to drive Miss Daisy.
Man, the transaction is done.
We ain't got shit. It's over.
We got it before, we'll get it again.
Got it all figured out, don't you?
You got to have faith.
By the time we figured out how, we'd be out of a job.
Scratch that! Everybody in the unit will be out of a job!
But don't worry!
They tend to think Mike Lowrey going to be all right.
Especially since they think you some rich kid playing cop.
Look, man, I ain't got no trust fund.
See, for me, no job, no check.
That's like all the other guys in the unit.
At least, most of us.
So I'm playing cop now?
This is a game? I'm just joking?
You always wanting to be Starsky or Hutch.
You know what?
I'm so sick of this bullshit!
I'm supposed to apologize for my family leaving me money?!
All I ever wanted to be was a cop!
I take it to the max every day.
I'm the first guy in and the last to leave a crime scene.
So fuck you! And fuck them!
And fuck anybody who got a problem with Mike Lowrey!
- I love you, man. - Fuck you, Marcus.
I do.
You're cool, man.
- You're my partner. - Shut up.
Slow-ass driver.
- Driving like a bitch. - Why I got to be all that?
Slow-ass.
I'll take us off this cliff, keep fucking with me.
Then it would be, what, two bitches in the sea?
- Is that what you want? - Shut up.
My wife know I ain't no bitch.
I'm a bad boy.
Bad boys, bad boys What you going to do?
What you going to do When they come for you?
Only models and that's all.
Max just dropped by. I got to go.
You want me to call around looking for the newly rich?
Are there any new guys partying a lot, spending lots of money?
This guy called me today, desperate...
...Iooking for new girls in town. Are you available?
It'll be a quick $2,000.
I got plans with Julie.
She's your roommate, right?
Bring her. She's cute, she's sexy.
She's not a working girl.
He's on speedballs.
He probably can't get it up.
Maybe we'll go check it out.
Could be the party I'm looking for.
A party at the Biltmore. That'll really rock.
I owe you one.
I'll just deduct it from the hundreds of favours I owe you.
Am I becoming a guest who won't leave?
No, I like having you live with me.
I'm an out-of-work photographer who can't cook.
Not a big upside for you there.
What hip individual inspired this visit to the Biltmore?
It's a favour for Mike Lowrey.
The cop I think you're a little bit in love with.
Maybe I am. But we're just friends.
If I were in trouble, he's the person I'd call.
I know, I know. I've heard this before.
You must be Max. Welcome.
I'm Eddie.
To the Al Capone suite.
I guess we're a little early.
This is Julie.
You like Al Capone, don't you?
I hadn't thought about it.
I'm not kidding about this being Capone's.
He had the place rigged with secret passageways.
10 minutes, we're gone.
Five.
- One drink. - One sip.
Just girl chat.
Where's the bathroom?
Upstairs on your right.
Watch your step.
Come.
Sit.
Enjoy yourself. Relax.
Eddie's got some favors to play with.
That he does.
I should've told you about his party.
Well, now it's a surprise party.
Okay, Max, I think we've been here about 5 minutes too long.
I see you treat yourself well, Eddie.
I needed to blow off a little steam after...
...the move, you know.
So a little party with a few friends, that's all.
I was going to invite you guys.
Invite?
Looks like I'm catering this.
I was looking for my 2 keys of dope. Now I know where they are.
Yours? It's our score.
- And the girl? - Nobody.
Just entertainment.
I'm Max.
Nice to meet you.
I like a woman who takes pride in her appearance.
Don't you?
I hate when a bitch lets herself slide.
You look like a model in that dress.
Will you model for me?
Oh, great! It's the goon squad.
You were a cop. You should know hookers talk.
You couldn't wait 4 more days until I made the deal?
I can't work with that kind of stupidity.
I got you connected inside.
I brought you my family.
It's my family now.
We're still friends.
- What're you guys doing? - You pissed him off.
You got blood on me again.
Someone's there!
Get her!
What the fuck?!
Shoot her!
- I got her. - I got her!
- Bullshit! - What do you know about shooting?
I can't believe she made it!
Are you serious?
She jumped.
Fuck!
Find out who she worked for, and find out where she lives.
It's about fucking time!
Come here, look at this. See this guy?
He's dead, right?
- Look familiar? - Eddie Dominguez.
- The ex-cop. - Two points for you.
And there's high-grade heroin over there.
That's a headline Sinclair will love.
No sign of forced entry.
What is this? Looks like Beirut.
It's the Al Capone suite.
What can I say? Shit happens.
It's a shitty day.
Real shitty day.
We've got two shades of lipstick over here.
Someone's missing from the party.
Listen to me.
Your only function in life now is to find that person.
It's the only lead we have.
I'll check all calls to the room.
What you got over there?
Cover her.
He knew the girl?
We'll get the witness and get the fools who did this.
See if you can catch a ride with Howard.
Where you going?
Checking calls made to Lois Fields. Maxie worked for her.
- I'll come with you. - No, we'll catch up later.
You okay?
I'm cool.
Hello?
Shit!
Look, baby, I know quality time was my idea.
Don't talk about it.
Hold on, babe.
I need a full file on Eddie Dominguez.
Just a minute.
I got on the red one.
The red one? With the snaps? Couldn't you wait?
You're never home.
All his files are blocked.
I don't care about his personal files. He's dead. Unblock it.
Screw you, that's illegal.
No, screw you!
Are you talking to me?
No, it's a term you use. "Screw you" is a cop term.
You ain't screwing nothing!
Goddamn it!
Where's Lowrey?
I just paged him.
He's following up this Lois Fields lead.
The madam?
Requesting backup. 614 Reach Road.
That might be him.
Lowrey's desk.
I need to talk to Detective Mike Lowrey.
Can I help you?
You can get me Detective Lowrey.
Is this another paternity case?
No, it's another murder case, you twerp!
You mean the murder case at the Biltmore tonight?
I've just seen my best friend murdered.
I'll only talk to Mike Lowrey.
Why only Mike Lowrey?
None of your business. I talk to Lowrey or I blow town.
Mike, phone! Telephone!
He's coming right now. Hold on.
Talk.
I ain't got time.
This is the witness from the hotel.
He just got out of the john. Hold on.
- Talk to her now or she'll walk. - I can't be Mike.
She's going to walk out.
- This is our witness. - Calm down!
Hello.
This is Lowrey.
He doesn't talk that way. Talk like him.
You don't sound sexy enough.
Damn!
You don't know me. My name's Julie Mott.
I was Max Logan's best friend.
Calm down, calm down.
Talk to me now.
She said if she ever needed anything...
I need your help.
Give me the address.
All right.
It'll be okay. Mike's to the rescue.
I'm on the way.
- I'll find Lowrey. - I can't go.
You got to go!
Get Mike to handle this.
Get to this address now. Get up!
You won't see your wife for a month! Get up!
Get this fucking door fixed!
Mike Lowrey.
No, easy. Mike Lowrey.
Shit!
Who's there?
Mike Lowrey.
How do I know it's Lowrey?
'Cause, I'm Mike Lowrey!
We ain't got much time.
Hold your badge up to the peephole.
I won't let you in until you do.
No way!
- What was that for? - You're not him!
What do you mean?! You've never met him!
Max described you differently!
I'm undercover!
Prove it!
I know Max from way back. I helped her brother get out of jail.
So?
Sometimes we got together to bump and grind...
Wrong!
Give me the bat!
Fine! You don't want to believe me?
You go at this shit alone!
I forgot.
The bad guys probably know where you live...
...and are coming for you. Good luck!
I saw the whole thing.
I watched him shoot her like she was nothing.
Shut the door.
Look, lady.
You ain't got no more bats, golf clubs...
...or anything like that to swing at me, do you?
I knew Max, okay?
I cared about Max also.
I'm just here to help you.
You're not what I expected.
I ain't expect to walk into Yankee Stadium either.
We got to get out of here, okay? Let's go.
I've got to get my dogs. Dukie!
Lukie, Dukie, whatever!
You got a back door?
Where we going?
Protective custody.
Fuck that! I'm only dealing with you.
A cop threw that party at the hotel.
Former cop. We got rid of him long ago.
Come on, Luke!
Listen, if you want to live, you got to trust me.
Here, doggie! Come on, doggie!
Who the hell was that?!
There is too much killing going on!
Go after them!
I'll go around front!
Come on, move your ass!
Get in the car!
- Go, goddamn it! - Fucking door!
Go, goddamn it, go!
How did you miss them? You fat fuck!
Watch your fucking mouth!
Lose weight, you'd have caught them.
I'd like to squeeze your fucking head.
Now you're fucking in trouble!
- You get the license plate? - I got the plates.
You cockeyed fuck!
This is a getaway car? We won't get away from anything!
Is this a family station wagon?
You got a baby seat in the back!
It's an undercover car, okay?
I know they saw my license plate.
Were those the guys who shot Max?
I only saw bullets. You tell me what they look like.
I was busy trying to keep a bullet out of you.
I need you to look through some mug shots...
...to identify Max's shooter.
- Where? - Protective custody.
I told you I'm not going into protective custody!
I'm not playing.
You really pissing me off. I'll book your ass!
I'll develop amnesia. I suddenly feel a case of it coming on.
Fine, where would you feel safe?
You want to do protective custody?
In-home protective custody, at your place. I can handle that.
Yeah, my place. My place is...
No way!
Right!
Yeah, my place is the shit.
Mike Lowrey's place. You right.
That's the best idea you came up with tonight.
Wait here.
Detective Burnett!
How are you? Mr. Lowrey's not here.
He said I could use his place.
He didn't mention it to me.
Who's the chick? How's your wife?
Fine, she's fine.
Your kids, they're good? Family's the most important thing.
Is it?
Mr. Lowrey said you got a baby factory going on at your house.
Here you go.
If that ain't enough, I'll run you in for extortion.
You know, I'm so stupid sometimes.
Now that you mention it, Mr. Lowrey mentioned you'd come by.
Did he say he had a key?
Hang out.
- Here. - Is this it?
You're hurting me.
- Thank you. Good to see you. - Good to see you.
Have fun.
It's not like that.
Come on.
Watch your step up through here.
I must've left some incense burning.
Welcome to Casa de Lowrey.
This is kind of...
I'm always moving my switches.
I'm always decorating, so sometimes I just don't know where shit is.
Shit!
Why am I tripping on shit I know is there?
You found a light switch.
I should have known it was there since I decorated the place.
This is Yvette.
Ignore this. It's one of my freaks, Yvette.
She's always calling, got to have it.
Don't call here no more now, freak! Just one of my freaks.
All this on a cop's salary?
Well...
...it's honest money.
I'm a second-generation rich kid.
If you're not in it for the paycheck, are you an action junkie?
If that what you want to call it.
I don't mind bats swung at my head, bullets grazing my ass.
Gives me a rush.
Look...
...I'll give you a broad stroke of the place.
I got some T-bones in the fridge for Lukie and Dukie...
Sorry, the fridge is this way. I confuse my own shit.
Wait, are you going to leave me here alone?
I must go to the P.D.
These are Miami's peak crime hours, you know.
Apparently.
They said this deal was going down in 4 days, and I, you know...
...obviously seem to be kind of a major glitch in their...
You ain't with the bad guys now. You're with the cops.
With Mike Lowrey. You with the cops.
Everything will be all right. Trust me.
I'll be back.
I know that it's no time to joke, but remember in the movie when?
All right, all right.
Thanks for everything, Mike.
I'm going.
You're one of those in and out guys.
It's not like that, Chet.
- She's a witness. - Right.
- Keep an eye out. - No problem.
Listen to me. Hear me.
- Me? - That's right.
All right, the moment Lowrey gets in, you have him call me at home.
- At my home. - Call you at home.
Don't let him go upstairs.
What? But he lives here.
I could lose my job.
Chet, trust me on this, okay?
Call you from here.
Don't let him up.
- No problem. - Important witness.
Thank you.
I got an idea. I'm off in 2 hours, I could go upstairs...
...and watch the door.
Like cops do in the movies.
I got a magazine and everything. And I don't let anybody in or out.
All kidding aside, I want to help.
You're helping. Do that from here. Can you?
Yes, I can.
Fine. That helps. From here, okay?
It's funny that you ask me, because I was going to be a cop.
I took the test and everything. Just didn't work out.
Politics.
I know, you're my deputy.
- I am. - From here.
Watch out.
Right.
Take care, chief.
I'm a deputy.
Don't "honey-baby" me, you smell like perfume.
And you don't have your wedding ring on!
Damn!
I went undercover...
...and it required taking off the ring.
I got the ring. I put my hand in my pocket to get it...
...and it's right back on.
Damn!
Can I get a pillow?
If it isn't the guy who doesn't return phone calls.
Where you been the last 12 hours?
I paged you all night!
We got a situation here that you need to know about.
Look, Marcus...
...I got a dead madam, a concussion and a bad headache.
Let me tell you what I did last night.
I had to sleep on my couch. I woke up with a Power Ranger in my ass.
While we're discussing my ass, I damn near got it blown off.
The good news is I got a witness.
Let me tell you about her. She likes to...
You sound like a nagging wife.
I'm a nagging?
See what happens when you go off alone? You get into shit.
Like shit don't happen when you're there.
That ain't the point.
If your partner pages you, you should call him back.
I want to meet the man who whupped your ass.
I want to meet who whupped Shaft's ass.
Look at me. You don't know what I've been through.
My wife kicked me out of my happy home.
But, no. You got to go off by yourself.
"I got this, partner, I got this." Bullshit.
I'm feeling much better, thanks.
I'll get him.
I'll beat you up.
Did you hear what I said?!
I did, because I was there when I said it.
I told you. I told you to secure a witness...
...not shoot up a neighbourhood.
Not to do another dead body. Just get the dope back, quietly.
This whole situation is getting out of control.
You're damn right it is!
I had to pass a pop quiz before she believed I was him.
Going, it's going...
Shit, little off.
I haven't killed anyone today.
Do you want me to yell at you?
Listen, this witness...
...it's the only good news I got, okay?
You guys are bad news.
What does that mean? It means if you must be Mike Lowrey...
...I don't give a shit, that's who you'll be!
Wait a minute, what the hell is going on?
I was getting them all in before you came.
Can somebody talk to me, please? What's going on?
These fools could have seen my license plate.
Where is she?
His place.
What?
You left her alone?
Our only witness?!
You left a hooker in my apartment?!
The girl is not a hooker, as far as I know.
I had to stash her somewhere. Her and her dogs, Luke and Dukie.
You left dogs in my house? There's dogs and a hooker in my house?
Add some chimps, we'll have a carnival.
- She's not a hooker. - Respect my stuff.
- Can you please... - Shut up!
For years, Sinclair has tried to pin something on me.
I'm always taking it for you. Do it for me!
If this witness IDs the shooters, maybe we catch our bad guys.
But until then...
...until then...
...you are Mike Lowrey.
You be him, that's what you are.
You're him! I don't want to hear it!
You be you.
But not in front of her! You're him, you're you!
Can we get a time-out? Am I the designated homeless?
Does it look like I care? Whatever it takes, all right?
What did she say to you?
The shooters will make their drop in 4 days? So we got 4 days.
What kind of plan is that?
I can't be shacked up with her.
I have a family to look after. My wife will kill my ass.
You don't like your job, quit!
Damn!
I'll stay at the house with Theresa and the kids.
Thanks, but no thanks. You won't last 5 minutes with my family.
Married life is easy. You only got one woman to satisfy.
Yo, man...
...we ain't the Cosbys.
Let's go, I got this.
Go.
Everybody wants to be like Mike.
You're going to be retired like him too.
I'd have dunked it on your ass.
Cleveland?
I never... Look, woman, I done told you...
...it's a federal subpoena.
Am I going to tell them no?
I don't know. Why can't he go?
Why can't you go?
I wanted to, but Captain Howard said I'm irresponsi...
No, he said, "loose cannon." Because I be shooting in public.
Out of nowhere sometimes.
No, man.
Please. All right.
Look. The neighborhood has lots of break-ins.
I can handle it.
I know, but I'm worrying about me. Mike's going to stay here.
Take care of y'all. Just till I come back.
Who'll pick up the kids from day care? Mike can't do it.
Are you listening to me?
I read a book that could probably help y'all.
Can you go down and have a Coke?
Please!
All right.
Want something?
Bring me a Coke.
Want one?
I'm fine, thanks.
All right.
Explain it to me. There's a problem with our chemistry set?
It's not a chemistry set.
He knows it ain't a chemistry set.
So what is it?
The cutting agent is a highly volatile...
...substance.
- I don't care. - The ether...
I don't care! I don't care!
I'm not a fucking chemistry teacher.
What is the problem?!
There's too much moisture down here.
It's totally fucked.
Shut up!
Okay.
What else?
It's taking longer to cook than we planned. If we rush it...
...we can't sell the drugs.
You're fucking with my timetable. I gave you a deadline.
Understand?
- Do you understand?! - I do.
You dressed?
Yeah, I am.
We must go through some mug shots. I'll hook into the computer.
- And we can do this. - Who's that guy in the photos?
Sometimes I don't look and forget all those pictures was here.
That's my partner. That's my partner, Marcus Burnett.
I've never seen anything like this before.
I see how it may throw you a little bit.
It's a cop thing.
These pictures are here for each time he saved my life.
It's the same with him. At his place, just pictures of me.
It's like a shrine. Just a reminder.
When I saw it, the whole wall, I thought maybe they were...
...pictures of your lover.
Who?
I thought you were gay.
Gay?
Nah, nah, nah.
I didn't mean to offend you. It's okay to be a homosexual.
You're not listening. It's not registering.
Believe me. Did you sleep in the bed? You didn't feel the dents?
The dents come from that.
That's how I gets down.
That's...
...sweet.
I'm gay. If I was, I'd change the drapes in this motherfucker.
No.
- You want some? - No, thanks.
I don't eat flesh.
What?
That's flesh that you're...
...shoveling in your mouth.
That was a living, breathing creature. It probably had a name.
It's just bologna.
My bologna has a first name.
Actually, your bologna has about 30 names...
...because they take odd parts from all different ones.
The leftovers: The hooves, stomach lining, ears...
...and stuff. They put it into a machine and grind it up.
Then out comes, like, this sheet. That's what you're eating now.
You know what?
I don't eat bologna no more. How about a pickle?
- Can I eat the pickle? - It has salt, but it's a vegetable.
Salt in the pickle?
Let me rinse... Let me rinse it off. There we go.
How's that?
Just... Let's keep going.
I don't taste salt now.
Go back.
That's the guy.
He was there, in the room.
We got a tip they was running major druggage, like 50 keys.
So we steps to the door.
"Freeze! Miami P. D! Get down, get down, get down!"
Out of nowhere, this pimp named Chino punched me in the head.
Chino's running ho's. Your dad will explain that.
Look at it.
Your dogs shit all over my place. Liquid shit.
It doesn't help, shellacking it in with furniture polish.
There's a piece there. Get it.
- I got it. - Look like a chip of shit.
Can I please have the parole jacket on Noah Trafficante?
- Thank you. - You know what?
I'm tired of this witness.
I want my life the way it was.
I'm tired. I got married so I could stop lying.
I can't believe you're complaining.
You've got it easy compared to me, living in that zoo.
Why you call my place a zoo?!
- I'm tired of you. - You want to fight?
Listen, Francine, please...
That's my silk shirt, man!
It's nice.
I figure since I'm gonna be Mike, I might as well dress like Mike.
I want to be...
... I want to be like Mike.
You're sick. Something's wrong with you.
You have a problem that should be checked.
Probably.
- The file. He worked at Club Hell. - Thank you.
Can you take care of this? I gotta call the wife.
Whose wife?!
Can you please do some work?
- Once today, just do something! - I tell you...
Do something to help this case.
Boy!
You look handsome today.
No, see, it's not that kind of day. Leave me alone.
Seriously.
What's up, babe, PMS?
Damn the jokes!
- Damn them! Ring it. - Okay, I won't say anything.
That's cool. Hold on.
Go ahead.
All right.
How are the kids?
How's potty training going?
You're so silly.
Will you be late?
No, it'll be 10:30, 11:00 before I get in.
Don't wait up. I'll be there.
Rent a movie.
Something we can kick back to.
What're you wearing?
Give me the phone! Give it!
She hung up a long time ago. I was playing. I was playing.
I was playing.
Don't play like that. That's my family. My happy home.
Stop wearing my clothes.
Everybody about the motherfucking jokes today!
I can't believe this.
Come on, Eddie Dominguez's file can't be that hard to get into.
I tried 3 times, I just can't get in. Besides, this is illegal.
That never stopped you before. Just let me know if you get anything.
Anything for you. But I can't get in. I tried.
- What's up, Chet? - Hey, Mr. Lowrey.
Hey, Mr. Lowrey.
The Lowrey Brothers.
Let's just get down to Club Hell and pick up Noah.
Julie, it's me!
You're supposed to get us the Dominguez file.
It'll take a day or two.
- We don't have a day or two. - I'm not a computer whiz.
It'll take awhile.
- You ain't taking care of shit. - I was thinking...
Hi.
- You must be Marcus. - I'd be Marcus.
- That's right. - Marcus, right?
I'm Julie.
Julie, hi.
Nice to meet you.
You too. I recognized you from...
...every one of the photographs.
Well, it's my man, you know.
The wall. Yeah, those on the wall.
You must be very good.
I'm sorry?
As a partner. Given your job, what you do.
What time are we doing this thing tonight?
Mike said we're going to a club.
"We"...
...as in me and my partner.
You wanted protective custody. You at my house.
That's just great.
I'll stay here with Chet the mini-moron doorman to protect me?
Chet is very good.
That looks like a stain on your rug. Damn.
That was my baby, Luke. He gets nervous and...
He just shits.
It's like marking his territory. Sort of a male thing.
I offered to pay Mike for the cleaning and he refused.
I'll get rid of it.
You don't need that.
I was going to throw it out. I want a new look.
Mike, he's a special guy. Mike is special.
I call him Special Mike.
It's funny, you can laugh at that. That's why...
...I love him.
Me, I'd be pissed.
Look at this cute dog on the couch.
That's Luke.
Look how he crawls on the leather.
You want to meet Duke? He's in the bed. He's upset...
...and having diarrhea and throwing up.
Oh, baby.
Let's go see if Duke is going to be okay.
Me and you. Me and you.
Who are you?
- Who are you? - Look, you must get out.
- Hands off! - Don't push me!
I'm Yvette.
Get your hands off me!
What're you doing?
Get out. If you don't stop stalking me, I'll arrest you.
You old psycho!
- You asshole! - She's into some weird shit.
What's going on?
That was crazy Yvette.
Stalking me.
I forgot she was coming. You threw her out?
Yvette is a masseuse.
She massages shit.
She told me.
Are there any other totally hysterical...
...half-naked women popping by I should know about?
She was naked?
Titties were out.
You threw her out naked?
My wife would hate... She hates womanizers.
Something's wrong with you.
You don't respect other people's shit.
I've been telling you that for years.
Your trash is all over.
Enough! Please!
Me and my partner...
...we're going to Club Hell to bust Noah.
Anyone have a problem with that?
Fine.
Don't blow the case.
Here's the deal: You stay put.
Anyone tells you to move, you're making a delivery for Fouchet.
You got it? You got it? Frank?
It's ether! It'll explode, you dope!
Don't even breathe, you knucklehead!
I remember you.
Check it, Lowrey...
...we got 2 days left. Let's do this right.
No gunshots, no dead bodies.
I'm not trying to lose my job.
As I recall, the last dead bad guys belonged to you.
Next time you kill them...
...do it after you get the information. Just a suggestion.
Please. You ain't even comparing body counts.
Should I keep going?
I'm out.
Noah's parole jacket says he works here.
We're here arguing like schoolgirls.
Let's stop this bickering.
Because you're getting on my nerves.
He got no package.
Look at you! Look at you! Can you stay focused?
I'm focused.
Focused on all this ass around here.
Let's do what we came to do and go.
- Simple. - Fine.
Check around. Meet at the bar in 10 minutes.
- Fine. - Fine.
Holy shit, what is he doing?
Oh, man!
That's the cop! There he is!
That's him! I'm going.
What's up?
Budweiser. Feel like I had a million of them.
What's up?
Tell me where to throw him!