All language subtitles for Bad Boys For Life (2020) 2160 eng

Mike!

What the hell are you doing?

It's called driving, Marcus.

He slows down.

Four minutes?

Accelerate.

Do you want me to speed up
and slow down at the same time?

They go south on Collins.

They have almost reached 22nd.

Air unit Ii has located.

Mike!

I feel like throwing up.

Don't you dare.

It's hand-stitched leather! Send it back down.

I'm blocking the 6 ".

- You should have turned.
- Fuck!

Look, you are the navigator.
That's why you sit there.

And where are your glasses?
See to put them on.

- I do not need them.
- You're blinder than a mole!

- Oh, shit... Mike!
- Calm.

- Bus!
- Calm.

Sorry so much, rich white guys.

We are not just black.
We are also cops.

We will fine ourselves later.

Other than Batmobile!
Look at the road holding!

Get me out of this fucking car.

- Hey!
- Shit.

Really! What are you doing?

Just repaint it.

No, you repaint it.

- Wide.
- Police! Street!

- Police.
- Wide! Police!

- Police.
- Street!

Excuse me.

Pope!

I don't believe it.

You became a grandfather.

- Love, look how it is.
- Yup.

The eyes he took from me.

Ears too.

And the name. Marcus Miles Burnett.

That's my name.

Even him.

We want to call it after you.

An idea from Reggie.

Out of respect for you, sir.

You will approve, I hope.

That's fine.

But you know you have to marry my daughter now.

Uncle Mike, do you want to take the baby?

No. Uncle Mike doesn't want to be infected.

He tries to control you.

- No, Mike...
- Stop it.

-Look what he is like.
- Stop that. I'm serious.

- But look at it.
- You know what?

When you recover, you find me outside.

Mike... The baby...

PRISON OF SANTA
MARIA IXCOTEL MEXICO

Hurry up, sir.

Good for nothing.

Get busy!

Fuck...

Stop the ambulance!

My son.

MEXICO CITY

Don't be sad about his death.

Your father's spirit is now free
from the bars that imprisoned it.

This is Dad's last
gift, before he died.

You're a man now. You are
finally ready to do what it takes.

You must restore honor
and prestige to our family.

Your father hid millions of
dollars before he was arrested.

Here are the coordinates to retrieve them.

We will take back what is ours.

With that money, we can
finally get our revenge.

Those who have destroyed our family will
know what it feels like to be hunted down.

He will be the last to die.

Come on, Marcus.

We are here to celebrate
one of ours with a nice toast.

And I sincerely hope that
one day your little namesake

follow in the footsteps of your old grandfather

and he joins the
police force of our city.

To Marcus.

To Marcus!

May the name "Marcus
Burnett" fill you with terror

the soul of every scoundrel
for years and years to come!

Thank you all.

Mike and I have been patrolling the
streets of Miami for nearly 25 years.

Successfully, I like to think.

You all are phenomenal.

And I heartily thank you.

It was a real honor.

Marcus!

Marcus! Marcus!

PORT OF MIAMI

Daddy had hidden them pretty deep.

If they are empty, you pay me anyway.

A sunken treasure.

I had heard of it, but fuck...

These will cover the costs of the materials.

Abundantly.

These are the ones you will keep.

What did you say?

We had an agreement.

I am renegotiating.

Come here.

Look at me well.

I don't renegotiate.

My family is about
to take this town back.

We will need loyal subordinates.

Who wants a job?

Do you pay contributions?

Try repeating it.

Take it easy.

Get yourself a nice raise.

Starting with this nest egg.

Now work for me.

Make yours go straight.

Don't bother me and I won't kill you.

Vamos, muchachos.
Take that money. Dale! Vamos!

I got them.

You did it quickly.

And we have a base of operations.

You've spent so much time among
gringos that you talk like them.

I'm done, Mike.

Here we go again.

No, this time it's different.

Looking that little one in the
eye has changed something.

I want to spend my
days watching it grow.

Theresa doesn't want you locked up
at home, getting fat and smashing stuff.

We now have more time
behind us than in front of us.

Time to make some changes. Seriously.

I don't change anything.
I have a life that rocks.

You dye your goatee, Mike.

Thing?

You dye your goatee.

It is not true. I don't dye anything.

Yes. You use Midnight Cocoa.
I recognize him.

- Stop there.
- Do not tell me...

Cut it out.

Tell me something, Mike.

What do you want to be remembered for?
Tight shirts and people killed?

Only family really matters.

- Hi, grandpa.
- Rita.

No. she chose "grandpa".

- Grandpa?
- Yup.

Do you have any pictures?

- Obviously.
- We see.

Here it is.

My God, the ears!

Yes, he is my nephew.

Qué cosa tan hermosa. What a beautiful baby.

Congratulations to you, Lieutenant.

Howard put you in charge of AMMO.

Woh. Congratulations!

What is the AMMO?

Advanced Miami Metro Operations.

A team trained in innovative
investigation techniques.

They will replace us old folks.

Or we will teach you new things.

Really, Marcus. I am very happy for you.

Thank you.

Hey guys!

You're all here, huh? How are you?

You are really stupid.

- Thing?
- It's perfect for you.

Super smart.

Self-confident. Ambitious.

It wasn't the right one.

And what's right for you?

To die alone and fucking sad?

You're just jealous.

How long have you been married? Twenty years?

Twenty-six.

Be honest.
Last time you fucked?

None of your business.

Exactly.

How many great women do you want to miss?

You will also have a lot of sex, but
have you ever really fallen in love?

Of course.

Yes, I fell in love.

Once.

A long long time ago.

You didn't tell me.

I don't tell you everything, dude.

But I tell you one thing: I will
chase criminals up to 100 years.

You're the last one who can talk about
running after what happened in the hospital.

In the hospital? What do you say?

What are you talking about? What happened?

We ran to see little Marcus...
I tore you up.

You ran the whole time
staring at my nice butt.

You mean you beat
me in a running race?

Exactly.

With cabbage.

Being a kid at your age.
How sad.

No stretching. Don't cheat.

Who are you betting on?

Fifty-one on a broken crusader.

I don't run for free. What are we playing with?

If I win, we retire.

We apply and retire.

Agree. But if I win, stop
talking about retirement

and we continue until death.

Bad boys forever.

Only you are no longer "boys".

Captain, alert an ambulance.

Grandpa here will
need a drip and oxygen.

They will serve him.

Agree. Back to your seats, ready, go!

Go, Marcus! You can do it!

He tries to keep up with me. Where have you ended up?

Come on, dude!

Breathe, Marcus!

Where are you, dude?

Mike!

Mike!

Shit! Call for help!

I have a wounded officer.

We are on Ocean Drive, block 700.

Hold on.

- Hey.
- Shit.

What happened?

- Who did it?
- Need help!

Who the fuck was that?

Mike.

No do not do it. Do not die.

Mike, stay with us.

An ambulance!

Come on, Mike.

I have it on the phone.

It will all be fine. You will make it.

Hold on. Stay with us.

Come on, Mike. I am here with you.

Gentleman,

it's me, Marcus.

You've given me so
much happiness lately.

I haven't been to
church in a while, I know.

Maybe since Easter.

And I won't lie. I did not
follow the Mass very carefully.

I have not lost faith.

He is alone...

that I am ashamed of
some things we had to do.

I know it. "Do not kill. "

But those were bad people.

All of them.

Mike hasn't really lived yet.

He has no wife or children.

I pray you,

give him another chance, Lord.

He is my best friend. For real.

He is like a brother.

If you save me, I swear to you

that he will never again commit
acts of violence of any kind.

The well-known policeman who was
shot in the street fight against death.

Witnesses heard blows and
saw a black motorcycle drive away.

Criticism of Mike Lowrey's condition...

AMMO OPERATING BASE

We catch up with the captain.

Kelly? What does ballistics tell us?

Agent Lowrey was
hit by 88190 bullets.

The caliber of the P90 Herstal.

But they are custom
subsonic 5.7 x 28 bullets.

Find out who did it.

We keep an eye on 4chan,
cross-referencing vendor data

with those reported by the FBI.

Mike is like a son to me.

I want that bastard.

It's personal for me too.

Let's do it all, okay?

Received.

MEXICO CITY

I was clear.
Lowrey was to die last.

I'm here.

I know how to handle things, okay?

You've been training me for a lifetime.

The cop was a danger.
The others are nothing!

Do you listen to me or not?

I wanted him to see everyone else die.

Now close the matter.

And don't disobey me anymore!

Rodrigo Vargas prosecutor

The toughest attorney in Miami

Retired prosecutor
Rodrigo Vargas killed today.

Dr. Jack Weber, DEA / Scientist

The DEA mourns Dr. Jack Weber,

for 20 years investigator
of the forensic of Miami.

Judge Leon Sorenson

Here you are.

Yet another murder-execution.

Judge Leon Sorenson was
killed outside the courthouse.

MIDNIGHT COCOA

The war against
the police continues.

Three other public officials
killed, possibly related to our case.

A war on justice.

- Same man who shot Mike.
- What do you deduce from?

Filming, witnesses, treads.

Everything points to the same black bike.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Thank you very much for coming.

It means a lot to the family.

And now I pronounce you husband and wife.
You can kiss the bride.

I have to stop crying all the time.

Nice music, guys.

Ladies and gentlemen, the
time has come for the first toast.

That's why I want to invite Agent
Mike Lowrey here to the center,

affectionately known
as "Uncle Mike".

Mike!

First of all, Reggie,

it's a real shock to see you here again.

I remember your
first date with Megan.

Believe me, Marcus and I
have really done everything

to prevent you from returning.

But I tell you one thing:
loving yourself is complicated.

Your relationship
will face difficult trials.

Your father and I have been
through storm after storm together.

There is a phrase that we repeat to
each other in the darkest moments

and that always
manages to keep us united.

Reggie, Megan, I want
to share it with you.

We fight together, we die together.

Bad boys forever!

No.

- "No what?
- You know it.

As soon as I knew you were still alive, I
knew you were going to make a whore.

Look at me, Mike. No.

But if he doesn't know...

I know you. I know what you want to tell me.

AMMO will take care of it.

AMMO it?

Come on, Captain. AMMO it?
With all due respect,

AMMO is just a high school
boy music band with guns.

They don't have a shit about the case.

How can you tell?

- They have it.
- And what?

- They have it.
- And what?

The bullets you took

they were personalized.
Shot with a P90 Herstal.

AMMO will find who
made and sold it.

How?

With latest generation systems.

All right. Look... sir.

"Gentleman"? You are really desperate.

But it can't be done.

You can't investigate your own case.

Let me investigate
Vargas's, then.

I don't want Internal
Affairs to slip me in

the Hubble telescope up your
ass for a thorough colonoscopy.

You know the rules.

'Fuck the rules.

He's got to give the fucking case to Marcus and me.

Have you talked to your partner?

Are you retired?

It's my daughter's wedding.
Do we have to talk about it right now?

Yup.

I said I'd retire.

Thing? No. Wait a minute.

We bet and you lost.

Do you stay the word?

Bad boys forever, right?

Yes, until death. So now it's not
worth it anymore. You are dead.

Thing? What the hell are you saying?

You went into cardiac arrest. Three times.

Marcus, listen.

That bastard stole something
from me that I need to get back.

What's wrong with you, Mike? Are you still here.

He only took away your legendary
aura, the illusion of being immortal.

But I saw you there on the ground, bleeding.

You are human like all of us.

That asshole is bleeding too.

I'll tell you what, Mike.

If you start looking for revenge,
you'll end up getting someone killed.

We will make him pay dearly.

She dared to make holes in me!

That you are filling with hate, Mike.

You have to start thinking about karma.

This is a sign.

Exactly. A sign that I have to go wild.

Should I let him get away with it?

"Unleash"? What's wrong with you? Twenty years?

You need to calm down.

You know, Rita called me every
day while you were in the hospital.

There is still something between you... A future.

My future is to
hunt down that shit.

Well, mine isn't.

Agree.

Let me get it right.

Someone try to take me out
and you don't fucking lift a finger?

Are you retiring?

Don't you dare.

I have been standing at your bedside.

I wiped the drool off your chin, Mike.

You can't treat me like that.
You don't know what it was like.

All right.

Look, Marcus, I ask you...

please...

I really need it.

Bad boys...

one last time.

No, Mike.

The rulers of the Aretas Cartel:
the most dangerous couple in Mexico

Deceased drug lord

He was a hero in Mexico

I do this for you, dad.

He is not dead.

Isn't that what you wanted?

La Santa Muerte would not have allowed it.
He must first suffer like us.

Only kill him when I tell you.

He will suffer a lot.

The "immortal" policeman healed

ATTACK ON A POLICEMAN IN MIAMI

Something for your fans...

Look how they
SHOOT the Miami cop!

It was time! Poor thing

I don't believe it! Nice Shot!

The video of the attack on a Miami
detective appeared online today,

quickly becoming viral.

Initially released on the Darknet, it
then ended up on the partners! network.

According to the authorities, it was
the man who shot him who charged him.

Too slow.

You're getting worse.

I still have the key.

Why are you here?

Howard told me you want the case.

You can't, you know.

And who says it?

Michael, they shot you.

Yes, you just remind me.

And why, in your opinion?

Are you psychoanalyzing me now?

You say this when you
want to escape from reality.

No, I say when you try
to psychoanalyze me.

Hey.

That's the kind of case
AMMO was created for.

Try to trust me.

Come on.

Why do you always do this?

It has nothing to do with
whether I trust you or not.

Doesn't that matter?

No.

Are you healed, at least?

Yes, of course.

- Yup?
- Yup.

Fuck, Rita.

- Are you okay, huh?
- Rita, no.

You don't take me for a ride.

If you get involved, you will end up
making mistakes that you can't fix.

Hasta el fuego.

And what the hell does that mean?

Where did you hear it?

"Until I burn"? "Until I die"?

You know me too
well to ask me to quit.

It is precisely because I
know you that I ask you.

Because I care about you.

As a friend.

Leave it to us.

Shit.

Alexa, turn down the volume.

Marcus, get out of this house!

I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry.

Day at the spa?

Is it Manny's car?

Yup.

- Where's Manny?
- On the back.

Oh, fuck. Mike Lowrey.

What are you doing here, man?

Are you a ghost?

They say you're dead, playboy.
I'll show you a thing.

Everyone is talking about you around.
Being a cop is not for you.

Why don't you come to work here?

Look at that stuff.
This is when they punch you.

And guess what?

You went viral all over the world.

The fucking hand!

Hey, cops don't do that!
Don't you have to read me my rights?

That's not how it works!

You ask me questions

and I tell you to
go fuck yourself!

What the fuck!

The hand...

P90 Herstal. Personalized. Who does Ii?

Mike, I'm out of business anymore.

No? So sorry, then.

Mike, calm down.

Miami is full of vegetarians

and you wanna make me believe
you bought the car out there selling ribs?

I just work here. I work hard.
I am a family man.

Oh, fuck.

Did you dirty my
dress with pork fat?

I'm so sorry, Mike.

Sorry...

No. Booker Grassie!

It is him you are looking for! Booker Grassie!

It is him you are looking for!

Hey, Mike!

Mike! The handcuffs!

Booker Grassie.

Miami's only arms dealer who
customizes bullets for the P90 Herstal.

What did I tell you?

I know it. I shouldn't investigate.
I know the rules.

But that one released the
video where he tries to kill me!

I saw it.

Either I do myself justice
or she puts me on the case.

Or I'll shoot you.

'Fuck yourself!

Fuck!

Self...

I involve you in the case, as a consultant,
and you start doing what the fuck you want,

I get an apocalyptic
tsunami of shit on me.

No gold watch.
No house for police retirees.

A fragile and thin thread
separates me from ruin!

A fragile thread in front
of a fucking tornado!

And I am there, expected...

Do you mean "hanging"?

What did I say?

And imagine me very fat too!

You got it right, Captain.

What is he doing here?

He will lend a hand.

- Not under me.
- I don't work for you.

It will not. You will not do it.

He is a consultant. You command.

- Are you kidding?
- Wait.

You had a story, I know.
Let's not make it personal.

On the personal?
I'm the only professional here.

It is not a negotiation. That's just the way it is.

This is a very bad idea.

He will investigate anyway, even if I forbid it!

At least so we'll keep it on a leash.
We will be able to control it.

Look I'm here.

Mike will advise and observe.

Speech closed.

What have you discovered?

The trafficker who customized the
bullets will make another sale, it seems.

Booker Grassie.

Did he reveal anything else?

I didn't tell him. He told me.

Apparently, the old
methods still work.

You will just distract us.

See how you are doing well?
So I like. Teamwork.

I already see a good collaboration.

The video appears to have
been posted by the shooter...

Boys.

He is detective Michael Lowrey.

He will only join
us as a consultant.

Police have no suspects.

Who shot is still...

It's a pleasure for me too.

- Nice to see you standing.
- Already.

- I'm much better, yes.
- I'm happy.

I see you in shape, Michael.

Look, Rita calls
me by my full name,

but to you I am "Mike".

- Sure, Mike.
- Yes, Mike.

Sure, Michael.

- You're the nice one.
- There's always one.

Until he disappears.

- What would you say?
- Hey, it's Mike Lowrey.

- Be nice.
- Let's load the van.

Maybe it won't be too
bad to work with you.

No, we don't use that.
Let's take the Crab.

Wait to see what it's like inside.

Need a hand, grandpa?

Stop it, suckling.

Trying to be cool?

All right. You are all too serious.

A round-up is a fun thing,
like a nice trip, with guns only.

It is not a round-up. It's just surveillance.

Surveillance? Agree.

That commits a crime and we watch?

We take him back and then
arrest him on heavy charges.

So we can get him to talk
and tell us what we need.

Or, since he'll be there
and we'll be there too,

we can catch him right away.

- Thanks for the advice.
- Agree.

Listen.

Booker Grassie sold the bullets
extracted from Michael's body.

Listen...

Could you avoid calling me
"Michael" in front of everyone?

That's what your name is.

Relax and clear your mind.

Use the inspiration of the Lord to
bring peace and serenity to people.

Penetrate them into their
souls using your heart.

Here we are.

I apologize.

I should pass if I can.

Of course. Forget about it.

So you would be the technician?

Cabbage.

And they leave you here in the van?

Yes, I feel more comfortable here.

Agree.

We send Barry.

Is Barry as big as you?

He is our surveillance drone.

Then send the drone in.

Fly.

Barry gets all the fun.

Look there. The black pickup.
They are the H-77 Boyz.

Who are they?

They definitely come from out of town.
They try to expand.

Wide angle. Show me everything.

Enlarge.

Booker wants to entice
them with a 5.7 x 28 case.

- Here's Booker Grassie.
- It's the deal.

Audio.

Here it is.

These will make a nice hole
in any thing or person you want.

I guarantee you...

We have it, Rita. Let's get it.

No. I don't risk collateral damage.

- Let's move.
- Let's wait.

- You're the boss.
- Yes I know.

- That's what I said.
- I confirm you.

You were together, right?

- Not really.
- More or less.

I want to see the money.

Here they are.

Wait up.

She goes back. Here, about him.

The bag is empty.

No money. They want to screw him.

They will kill him!

- Michael.
- We need him alive!

Michael, come back here!

Shit.

Kelly, go. Fast!

Give me the bodycam.

Michael, don't intervene.
Wait for the rest of the team.

Can we count the money or not?

Nice song.

Get up.

Now!

Down that weapon!

Can you hear me?

I need you to cover us.

We come to you.

If you want to live, stick with me.

Try to fuck me and I'll kill you.

We come to you on three.

Bring the truck! Load the goods!

One two,

three!

Shit.

Shit.

Shit. Hey, Booker.

Booker, look at me. Hey. Do not die.

P90 Herstal. Who bought the bullets?

Shit.

- Hey, Booker.
- Michael?

Get an ambulance.
Call the paramedics.

- Booker.
- Michael.

No procedure. Call them.

Take it easy.

Do as I tell you, for once!

He died!

To y, my Dios.

Is that Diego? Or his twin?

He is his twin. Carmelita, no.

- Hello?
- Hey, Marcus. I'm Carver Remy.

Look, I'm busy.

Do not waste my time.
Leave me alone.

Look what is important.

Do you look at me the little one?

Marcus.

I am retired.

The only moles I speak
to are those in the garden.

He shot the wrong twin!

Shit.

Whoever shot Mike
has it on me as well.

Thing?

Seriously. He follows me.
A guy on a black motorcycle.

That's it. And he.

bullshit.

Would I ever lie to you?

Yes, that's why we no longer
use you as an informant.

I tell you it's him.

What do you want from me?

Pre-trial detention. Not to die.

I beg.
Use me as bait if you like.

Do you want that guy? He is coming to me.

He talks to Mike.

I called you.

Corner between 19th and Miami.
Third floor. I am waiting for you.

WORM Call me

Missed call from VERME

EMERGENCY!!!

ANSWER ASSHOLE

What did I tell you?
No. What did I tell you?

"Be a consultant and observe."

Look what a mess. A massacre!

It wasn't me.
They shot each other.

Didn't you shoot anyone?

You know well that I shot...

- Precisely.
- Look, they had already started.

Christ. Mike, you promised.

No it is not true.

- Yes but.
- No.

I said I can picture her hanging by a
thread, fat and with sharks beneath her.

And it will be so!

- You just had to observe.
- I have observed.

Look, Captain.
The bag was empty. No money.

He scratched his nose and I
saw that the bag didn't weigh.

Really remarkable.

I like her.

If I hadn't intervened,
Grassie would have died.

Luckily you did, because
now he's in a body bag.

Captain.

Bravo, Mikey.

Listen, baby. Thats enough.

Listen to me well.

She learns to stay in your place.

Save me your pearls, grandfather. For real.

I may have fucked your mother, but
that doesn't mean I'm your grandfather.

- My mother? Are you bullying?
- That's enough. Stop it!

- How scary! Get it under.
- Stop it. Come away.

- I'll break that baby ass.
- Come on, hit.

Where we are? In kindergarten?

Come on, let's go.

Fuck. I'm free today if you want.

Take it easy. Do not stop.

- I apologize.
- Come on.

- Do you want...
- No, go. She spins away.

What's up?

Call from VERME

What do you want, worm?

How sad.

Where is your car?

The girls went to the spa.

Everything is fine?

Yes thanks. And you?

Never felt better.

You know, at least you could, if you wanted to,

reach the speed limit.

She outdid us a Prius.

What is this?

Do you use it to carry balls around?

Do you know what?

None of my balls want to
be here with an idiot like you.

We investigate a murder
and you bring little Marcus?

I leave it to the girls.

Do you want to go to the wellness center?

Carver is scared. He won't wait.

He's on the road, Mike.

What will the guy who shot me
by a spy like Carver Remy want?

I'll take you to him to find out, prick.

Sorry, little Marcus.

Do not say the bad words.

But, when you deal with
people like Mike Lowrey,

you have no fucking choice.

Sorry. I have said another.

He carries the baby inside.

I don't go in there.

Then you will never know
who it is that wanted to kill you.

If I come in, I already know who will kill me.

Theresa Burnett.

Cut it out.
Grab the little one and go inside.

Mike, Carver is scared.

He won't wait all day.

All right.

All right.

No. Mike!

Tell Marcus I'll kill!

Go!

-What did he do? What have you done?
- Go!

-Is he going out?
- Go!

Is he going out? Shit!

You've known Theresa for a long time.

How pissed off was she?

- On a scale from one to ten?
- Yes, where ten is...

- When did I break up with your sister?
- No! There I was at ten.

And what does it have to do with it now?

All right. I was just looking...

Theresa at ten is like...

Me when did you pour me
the frappuccino in the Ferrari?

Yes exactly.

Then Theresa is at nine.

- At nine?
- Yup.

Oh shit.

I'd say ten.

I forgot the wipes.

What a tragedy.

What are you doing? You stop?

It was yellow.

We are in a hurry.

Come on...

What's up?

Are you ashamed to be seen here?

Look, there's Mike Lowrey!

Mike Lowrey aboard a Nissan Quest!

Nobody gives a damn.

He is my Uber driver!

The fight against crime consists
above all in anticipating criminals.

You don't have to stop for the pigeons.

Just go. They will fly away.

I hope it's a safe or a floor.

My wife's car!

Carver Remy, fuck!

You can't know if it's him.
He could be anyone.

To you the main entrance!

I am retired!

I am a civilian!

This is a sign.

It is a sign from the Lord.

Cabbage.

He knows it.

She always knows everything.

It takes a 3-15. Broadmoor Hotel.

Fuck.

Sir, I know you've already
helped Mike once...

but she's taking them hard.

Lord, give me a sign.

What the hell are you doing?

Mike!

Shit!

Are you OK?

Better than you will be
when Theresa sees the car.

I had it.

I had it in my hands.

I don't understand, mom.

A bullet would be a gesture of pity.
That took your father away from me.

First he has to suffer.

Then he will die.

Did you understand?

Yup.

Pass it! Very, very good!

Well done, Callie!
Make her want to play football!

- You're off the case, Mike.
- Yes I know.

No!

If she makes you do it, you do it again!

So, there is a Buddhist.

A man who loves to live in nature.
He is in the mountains,

on a very winding path.

A guy on horseback comes out of
nowhere and heads towards him on the path.

He is also a Buddhist. At least I think so.

I'm not sure.

Let's say I am both, Captain.

All right.

The guy on horseback

it goes straight to each other so fast

that he has to throw himself to the
side in order not to be overwhelmed.

He gets up all dusty and asks:

"Hey, where the fuck are you going like this?"

And the guy on horseback:

"I don't know!

Ask the horse. "

"Ask the horse"?

Exactly.

You see her? This...

Spiccicata.
The same face I did.

The horse represents
our traumas and fears.

They make us run around
at 1000 an hour like crazy,

so much so that we can no longer
even answer a simple question:

"Where are we going?"

Where are you going, Mike?

No, Callie!

Don't pass it.

The shooters shoot!

She too has the family curse.

Mike.

Take back control of your life.

She grabs the reins before the
horse drags you into a ravine.

Are you coming to dinner with us?

Callie will like it.

I read you some Buddhist stories.
I have a book.

Do you cook again?

Certainly.

All right. We order a pizza.

Then it can be done.

Bingo.

Captain!

Hit him.

I help her. What do you need?

- Shoot.
- Call!

Through the woman.

No, you go away.

- Help...
- Go! Behind the car!

What does she get you?

You had it at gunpoint.

Nothing innocent.

Are you crazy, you know?

It takes a 3-15. Shooting. Ground agent.

Jose Mani Park.

Request helicopter rescue.

I'm detective Mike Lowrey.

The captain is ashore.

The captain is ashore.

Bet!

Aim!

Fire!

Bet!

Aim!

Fire!

You were right.

Seeking revenge, I
got someone killed.

One last time?

One last time.

Mama, they are all dead. It is the moment?

Yes, kill him.

But, before you do, look him in the
eye and tell him something for me.

What, mom?

I checked Booker's finances.

Lots of front companies,
same accountant.

Picante Jenkins, chartered accountant.

Already. There aren't that many "Picante" around.

Then we knock and talk.

Yup.

What the hell does that mean?

What do you mean?

Mike, you don't need a grenade launcher.

True, but I want one.

He is an accountant, Mike.

Look, Mike, we don't go in this way.

In which way?

We've been bad boys
all our lives, haven't we?

Time to start being good.

But then the song becomes crap.

Maybe it would have happened
if I sang it with more conviction.

No.

We knock and talk.

Of course. Knock Knock.

Mike!

- Miami police. Below!
- Mike!

- What the fuck is going on?
- Mike!

We had to knock and talk!

You broke down the door for me.

I beg your pardon. For real.

A little bit of polyurethane glue
and it will be as good as new.

Where is the warrant?

On your knees, hands
behind your head. Hurry up!

If you keep moving,
I'll shoot you in the face.

- No, he doesn't shoot her.
- Yes but.

Mike, this man is an accountant.
Just talk to him.

You want to have a conversation

with a carrot-colored
cupboard high on coke?

Leave it to me, okay? Stay back.

Now I penetrate his
soul using my heart.

- Thing?
- Already.

He watches and learns.

Come here, ass lick,
I'll break that shitty snout.

Don't be rude.

I understand her.
You are in a difficult situation.

Stay away from me.

Stay away from him, Marcus.

Would he give us his client's invoices?

Thing?

Booker Grassie. He has the...

How far have you penetrated into his soul?

It is also necessary to know
how to suffer for what is right.

Turn the other cheek?

Get out!

Look, I realize he's scared.

Who is not I? Sometimes, however, fear...

What do you say now?

You better take care of it.

I think so too.

Hey!

After Martin Luther King,
it's up to Brother Malcolm,

that he will use any means necessary.

You're the cop they shot.

Bad year for you, chocolate.

If you didn't have a gun
and a badge, I'd kill you.

Is this the only thing
that prevents you?

Already.

Get it under.

- Left free!
- Cuff him.

What are you doing here?

I called them.

Thing? Weren't we supposed
to be bad boys one last time?

Indeed. It is so.
But this is the remix version, Mike.

We work with AMMO.

Stop the bullshit.

You have three seconds or you I bite off.

Don't point that fucking
finger in my face.

Explain us.

Judge, attorney, informant,
the captain and you.

What do you have in common?

Hundreds of investigations and operations.

There are 847 cases
that bind all the victims.

Who among them wants to kill you?

Who doesn't want to?

And we're only looking at the criminals.

I don't know anyone who doesn't want to.

Put me on the list too.

Thanks, Marcus. Very helpful.

- Anything from the accountant?
- The logs are a mess.

What a surprise.

But I hacked his
computer key fob.

- So?
-I have his social networks.

Here you are.

I see a lot of
dickheads, but few clues.

- Facial recognition.
- Immediately.

It's three days
before I was shot.

Hey, go back to the one
with the chain around his neck.

Yes. Zoom in.

- Zway-Lo. - Zway-Lo.

Who would it be?

Lorenzo Rodriguez.

Known as Zway-Lo.

I coached his basketball
team when he was little.

I had to throw him
out during the final.

Did you kick a kid out of the final?

Yes. He had called Me a jerk.

- Have you won, at least?
-No. He was our strongest player.

We lost by 40, but
he got the lesson.

In a team, there is no "me".

- In "jerk" yes, though.
- Cut it out.

Look, Zway-Lo deals
in drugs and guns.

He works for Taglin.

Taglin was found dead
the night of Mike's attack.

So now he works for someone else.

Lorenzo Rodriguez.

No mortgages.
And not even a checking account.

But tomorrow is his birthday.

There are three places where
someone like him can celebrate:

Ditto, Ice 45 and Zillion.

Can you go into their archives?

The elce 45 is supposed to improve safety.

Good. Ice 45.

Ditto.

Zillion.

There he is. Rodriguez.

- Bingo!
- The party is tonight.

Zillion, here we come.

See you at the club at 11pm.
Get in the shot.

This is an arrest.
We go in and out. No deaths.

It is a strictly non-lethal operation.

Not lethal?

Someone told the bad guys?

Rubber bullets.

Trust me, you will like them.
You can shoot as much as you want.

Hey! No! Don't try it.

Never try again.

You also messed up the words.
And it takes a lot to learn them.

- Don't do it anymore.
- All right.

- Absolutely not.
- Seriously.

- Sorry.
- Fuck.

Find your own song.

Can you believe it?

You are really stupid.

Forget about it. Your
bullshit doesn't affect me.

I'll handle that.

Good evening, ladies. Is Georgio inside?

I don't know who he is.

The row is on the back.

Nicole! Paige!

- Hello.
- But you are wonderful!

- Thank you.
- Divine.

Mamma Mia.

He is my uncle Michael and he is
a friend of him, I am uncle Marcus.

Do you mind letting them in?
My uncle just got divorced.

Poor thing.

Already.

Come in, please.

- Come on, uncles.
- No.

- Yes.
- Be careful not to fall.

- No.
- No, yes.

- That's right.
- Not at all.

- Yes.
- No sir.

Yup.

Kelly, target position?

Second floor. VIP platform.
I keep an eye on him.

Up there.

Hi sweetie.

Confirmed identity.

The entrance to the
platform is also the only exit.

He is trapped.

On the right he has a gorilla
with a .55 caliber. Charge.

I confirm no kills.
Kelly, you the gorilla.

Received.

Mike, how do you DJ from up there?

He must have iron ass muscles.

Look, I'll be honest, Mike.

I haven't had sex in a long time.

Far too much.

And I get some weird fucking thoughts.

- Marcus.
- I feel like imprisoned...

Marcus, they can hear you, you know?

No, there is too much noise.
Nobody hears us.

Sometimes, I go to the Internet

and I see really weird things.
A man put the of him...

Marcus.

What's up?

We hear you.

Just kidding.
You haven't heard, have you?

In position.

Immediately.

Mike, Marcus, see you upstairs.

Mike and Marcus on the
move, to the right of the stairs.

Rita on the move,
to the left of the stairs.

Are you all in position?

- Yes, yes.

Yup.

What an incredible dress, beauty.
You have your own style.

Thank you.

Wait.

Wait.

I can not. I'm here with my friends.

Get them to come too.

I can not tonight.

Kneel him in the balls
and let's get moving.

- From Tétouan.
- From Tétouan.

- Hi sweetie.
- Hi sweetie.

Why that dress?
We're undercover.

We need something that gives more... coverage.

Best wishes.

Come on, people! Please get in touch!

Today we have a special
guest who has a birthday.

Let's wish him well. Three two one...

Best wishes!

We love you, Zway-Lo!

Yup!

Zway-Lo!

All for me, baby!

Greetings, asshole.

Yup!

You're going to jail today, asshole.

I say "criminal" and you "jail"

- Criminal
- Galera

Miami police. Stopped.

- Cabbage!
- Cabbage!

He is an athlete, I said so.

- Let's jump.
- I don't jump.

-He is running away. Jump!
- Shit!

Zway-Iog

Get out of the way!

I need the car.

- Im very sorry.
- What are you doing?

- Stopped!
- Police operation.

- My car!
- Do you come or not?

Backwards!

- What the fuck!
- Move!

I don't get a fuckin
'shit jumping off

if you then use the stairs!

I told you I didn't jump!

Zway-Lo turned left.

Shit.

O Lord.

- Put on the belt?
- Yup.

- Is that how you do now?
- Exactly.

I have Lowrey stuck in the ass!

After 395. Direction Overtown.

Mike, we can't go to Overtown.

Zway-Lo has the of him there. Dangerous people.

We are dangerous too.

Shit!

Shit rubber bullets!
What bullshit!

They shoot bullets,
we gummy bears.

Mike, could you pull over for a second?

I have to tell you something.

- Do you want us to pull over?
- Yup.

Only a moment. I ask Zway-Lo.

Zway-Lo, Marcus would
like us to stop for a moment!

Will you give us a time out?

Fuck, Mike, I have to tell you something!

- Thing?
- I made a promise to God.

- To who?
- To God.

What the hell are you talking about?

I promised God that
if you got away with it,

I would no longer commit acts of violence.

And He knows very well that it was a lie.
Violence is our job.

Think about your soul, Mike.

Our job is to serve and protect.

Quite right.

And now I serve that asshole properly.

- Oh shit.
- Oh shit.

Look at that!

Looks like the Elephant Man, fucking.

Have you seen?

- I see it all right.
- Hey, stop it.

-She is calling me.
- Thing?

- I can't help myself.
- Stop that.

What's wrong with you?

Do not touch.

Don't touch me, Marcus...

- So you blow it up.
- It really sucks!

Shit.

Fuck.

Don't touch me!

One more time and then that's it.

Overtown has woken up!

AMMO, where are you?

Neighbors. There was traffic.

Arm yourself.

Force.

Fuck!

We have your man!

Shit!

I do it out!

Fuck.

Cut it out. Wake him up.

Wake Up!

Wake up, come on!

Coach Burnett?

Asshole.

Do you still think I'm a jerk?

Zway-Lo, who wants me dead?

Fuck, everyone.

I told you.

Don't think about me! Kill them!

That says?

Kill them both!

You will both die.

- They're coming, Marcus.
- Shit.

Lord, thank you.

Why did you make him escape?

Barrage!

Oh shit.

- Get in!
- It's a pit bull!

Bite or bullet?

Wait up.

Come on, let's go!

- Oh shit.
- What's up?

Looks like a pissed-off
white weapon collection.

Shit! A fucking grenade.

Launch it!

We are not in Vietnam!

Keep it, then.

Damn you!

Oh shit.

Come on, what else do you have there?

Oh yes!

He shoots with that thing!

No, Mike. I promised God.
No more violence.

- Who do you think sent you that weapon?
- I do not know.

It is a weapon sent by God.

- You say?
- In time of need.

Fuck if I need it.

- Already. You are an instrument of the Lord.
-A tool of him.

- Like David and Goliath.
- Yes, David had a sling.

- Yes. That's your sling.
- Yup.

To defeat the enemy.

Do you know what?
Bad boys of the Bible!

- Exactly! Amen?
- Amen!

- Amen?
- Amen!

Shit!

The glasses?

I do not need them.

Without it, you hit nothing!

Force!

Shit!

You take out the quad. I think behind.

Yup!

No!

Mike! What the hell are you doing?

Lord, I don't want to die like this!

- Mike!
- Shit!

- My bad.
- You can say it for sure!

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

Mike!

Move away!

Get the fuck out of the way!

Hasta el fuego.

Hey, Dorn. I need you.

Look, I've been through this before.

Many times. It will all work out.

Zway-Lo's cell phone. Can you enter it?

Yes. What should I look for?

Who he was talking to.
The call log.

And I need you to hurry.

All right.
But I'll have to work concealed.

Yes. And you okay?

- Yes.
- Yes. Then let's do it.

Dorn is a big boy.

-How is he good with that stuff?
- Wow?

Technology.

He looks like a killer.

Because it is. He was a bouncer.

A guy was bothering a woman...

He exploded. He hit him
and he fell to the ground dead.

Now avoid physical confrontations.

Here it is.

Give me the last two months.

Shit.

Mexico.

What are you looking for?

All right. To each of these numbers
you must send a message that says:

"Hasta el fuego."

Done.

Very good. I'll take care of it now. Thank you.

- Safe?
- Yes. You go.

INTERNATIONAL PRISON REGISTER

ARRESTED: 11/11/1995

ESCAPE: 4/10/2019

CHILD BORN IN PRISON ON MARCH 20, 1996

Unknown Hola Mike

- We're off the case.
- Thing?

- What does it mean?
- AMMO is done.

I am sorry.

It will all work out. Trust me.

It will all work out.

Mike.

Are you OK?

I believe he is my son.

Thing?

Twenty-four years ago, before
I started working with you...

Captain Howard called me.
I was fresh out of academia.

Nobody knew who I was.

He had me infiltrate the Aretas Cartel.

Sorenson. Weber. Vargas. Carver.

All the victims
worked on that case.

It is a revenge.

Yes, Mike, but you have nothing to do with it.

I do not appear in the files, it is true.

But I worked on it undercover.

I was Ricky Rollins.

Benito Aretas.

He's dead, Mike. He can't want to kill you.

Not him. His wife.

Isabel

I was his driver.

We were so in tune...

We talked a lot. He taught me
everything there was to know.

How I was supposed to walk, talk, get dressed.

She created Mike Lowrey.

We fell in love.

So the only time you ever...

Isabel Aretas. She was the only one.

They were about to make arrests.
DEA, ATF. They would all come.

And I had decided to quit.

I would have run away with Isabel.

What made you change your mind?

They called it la Bruja.

The Witch.

You practice a dark cult.

La Santa Muerte.

Isabel was a cold and merciless killer.

That is why I sentenced the
woman I loved to life imprisonment.

I chose the badge, not the love.
And I keep doing it.

Mike, did you fuck a married witch?

Of everything I've told
you, is this all you have left?

No, it's just a lot to digest.
You think you know a person and...

Well, that explains
your narco look.

Do you want to listen to me or not?

Sorry. But you don't know
if that's really your son.

You don't know who that witch was getting into.

Benito Aretas could not have children.

Isabel gave birth eight
months after his arrest.

Hasta el fuego.

That guy told me
on the helicopter.

Isabel and I made it up.

He is not even true Spanish.
It was a thing between us.

We would have stayed together until we burned.

Here comes the traitor.

Prepare yourself.

We will do it.

Here we go!

- No, Mike...
- Marcus.

He is the right age.

He is as crazy as me.

Ruthless like me.

Fearless like me.

He is me in my worst version.

No, Mike.
You are your worst version.

Don't jump to conclusions.

It will all work out. Trust me.

Already.

You are right.

Courage.

I love you.

I want you too.

I have to go.

Mike.

Mike.

Does it let me through? Excuse me so much.

I apologize.

Here is a perfect place for me.

Excuse me so much.

That's my place.

I should pass. Pay attention to the feet.

Very good. Done.

No, Marcus.

I'm not letting you go on a
suicide mission alone, Mike.

It's something I have to do.

I will not allow others to
be killed because of me.

Mike, that's a bruja.

She'll make your eyes
melt in that hard head.

She'll make your cock drop.

I meant "penis".

And you should mind
your own business anyway.

Marcus. Please go home.

We fly together, we die together.

Thing?

Oh no. It's just one thing between us.

It's all right. It is not...

But I understand you can...

Where are you from?

where are you from?

What will you do when you see him?

Do you really want to put him in jail?

No.

I'll kill him.

Will you kill him?
Do you want to kill your own son, Mike?

I put him in a body bag.

- Could we switch places?
- With pleasure.

I apologize.

Do you realize that you will end up in hell?

I don't believe in hell.

But hell is there waiting for you.
Killing your child...

Believe me, you will end up
engulfed in the flames of torment.

Maybe they've already swallowed me.

I am dead, remember?

I have to put an end to this.

I should have known he was your son.

From the beating
he gave you, fuck.

They were beaten
fruit of your noble loins.

Beaten with bows.

All right.

All right.

Can I be his godfather?

Do you know what you can do, Marcus?

- Thing?
- Silence.

- Should I shut up?
- Yup.

Agree.
You have a sorcerer son from Bruja

who wants to kill you
and probably me too,

sucking our blood or something,
but I'm the one who has to shut up.

Yes. Okay, Mike.

How do you fuck a
witch without a condom?

You gotta call him up, man.

Hey, let's swap places.

All right.

MEXICO CITY

- Mike.
- Pleasure.

Marcus.

With that, we're even for Miami.

Here we are.

- You called them again.
- It was Rita who called me.

-How do you throw it?
- Hello.

Bye bye.

I feel better having them here.

Yes me too.

Where did this stuff come from?

From the DEA of Cuernavaca.

If the capture succeeds,
they take credit.

If we get killed, they
know nothing about it.

Eyes on me.

I'll be the bait.

She wants to see me at the Hidalgo
Palace, a hotel outside the city.

I'll get her to talk while
you locate the shooter.

What if he just shoots you?

No, she will want to talk.

We have... a past together.

Good. We pick them up and board
a plane to the United States by dawn.

Dorn, satellite mapping of the area.

We will have eyes on the outside

and... inside.

Hey. Nobody touches the shooter.

He is my.

He is yours and how!

No respect for the rules this time, huh?

Do not die.

Let's both go home.

I do not detect thermal traces.

I monitor internal channels

and block the outsiders, in
case of counter surveillance.

She cannot be alone.

They will protect her by any means.

Marcus heads to the back.

Marcus, we're reading
your position from above.

Nothing to report.

I get closer still.

Or should I call you Mike?

Not very meticulous.

Once, touching me would have turned you on.

I'll kill her with my hands.

It does not matter.

Where is he?

This was our nest.

I wanted you dead,

but you survived.

Maybe I made you way too strong.

Or maybe

Santa Muerte wants to tell us something.

We were destined to meet again.

Shit, it looks like a soap opera.

I've already thought about this.

Shit.

It all blew up.

Fuck. YEAR'?

Marcus, are you there?

Shit.

They block us.

They know we're here. Nice mess.

No signal.

I still have Barry on
an external frequency.

Now we are alone.

Why didn't you tell me I have a son?

What would you have wanted to do?

Take care of it.

How did you do with me '?

It was supposed to be a surprise.

Once they fled together.

A tactical formation.

Between 20 and 30 thermal traces.

We intervene.

Alternative accesses?

Here. A draft of cold air.
Maybe an air duct.

Do this to our son...

My child.

Who am I for him?

Exactly what you are.

A coward. A traitor.

Do not do it.

Walk, detective.

Do you see them?

Drop your guns.

Come on!

Come on!

What do you want to do?

Hasta el fuego.

No el swego.

- "Fire", right?
- Callate.

No call. No.

You and this man need to talk.
He will change your life.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Easy with the gun! Floor!

- Calm down, Marcus.
- No.

Poor communication
created this shitty situation.

He has to tell you something.

You won't like it, but you have to...

Shit.

Mike, they're going to the helicopter.

Marcus!

Put on your glasses!

What the fuck are you saying?
You are the one who threw badly.

Mike, watch out!

You were right about the glasses.

I've been telling you for years.

Fuck! Now I see in high definition!

Go!

Contact at 12 o'clock!

Get out of here!

Isabel and the shooter went upstairs.

Do you cover us?

- Kelly, right side!
- Received!

Rafe, left side. And advance!

Received!

- Dorn, follow Rafe.
- Yup.

Big boy, I need
you to hurt bad guys.

I'll pay you the psychologist.

I will need it. Seriously.

Be calm.

I cover in the center.

- You go up fast.
- I'm going up fast.

Yup.

Hey, really not bad, Lieutenant.

You too, Detective.

Then you're not that stupid.

At my signal!

Change weapon!

Go!

- Shoot him!
- Take them out!

I'm there!

But where do all these helicopters get?

Mike!

- Shoot the pilot!
- Shoot the rotor!

- What are you aiming for?
- To the pilot!

Shoot the rotor. If you shoot the pilot...

Taken!

Oh shit!

Fuck. You have a
really shit family, Mike.

The building collapses. We have to go out!

Mike? Marcus?

Shit.

On your knees, Isabel. To the ground.

Mike!

Let it be a lesson to you, fucking witch.

Armando...

You are my son.

You are my son.

I don't want to fight.

Stay down.

Stay down, I said.

I didn't know.

If I had known...

Mike, what are you doing?

I try to penetrate his
soul using my heart.

No, Mike. Do not do it.
I was going through a phase...

Who are you?

I told you.

Liar.

Last chance.

Who are you?

Ask your mother.

Is what you say true?

It does not matter.
He is nothing to you.

Hey, do you see all this fuego?

- We can talk about it outside...
- Call!

Who is he?

Tell him!

Tell him, mom.

He is my father?

He is my father?

Yup!

Kill him.

No! Wait up!

Shit.

Lie down on the ground. Below. Shit.

Mike, we have to go.

Mike! We must move! Now!

Mike, we have to go!

Don't drop me!

Don't drop me!

Shit.

Mike, hold me! Don't drop me!

Shit.

Hold on. I hold you.

Mike! I cannot reach you.

I lose my grip.

Tiramisu! I don't
want to die like this!

Mike, slide.

Force.

Hurry up. I'm roasting my butt!

Quick! We have to get out of here!

Gunshot wound to the chest!
A doctor!

He arrives!

Shit.

- I'll keep it.
- Put it down.

Sterile compresses are needed!

Agree.

Stay down.

I can't promise you
everything will be okay...

after all you've done, but...

I promise you that I will always be by your side.

Hey, I'm your Uncle Marcus.

But let's talk about it at another time.

- Here it is.
- Good.

- Damn!
- Boys!

- And now let's have a nice toast...
- Yes.

... to our new captain.

To the new captain.

My mother greets you.

Don't forgive me, huh?

Guys, I have some news.

I started psychotherapy
and they advised me

to organize a group
session with you.

It will be super cool.

- Of course.
- Yeah, for sure.

Marcus, I need to talk to you for a moment.

I think about.

He wants to take us to the psychologist.

- Yes. I'm not going.
- Me neighter.

Look, I know we don't say
certain things that often, but...

Thank you.

Mike, you don't have to thank me.

If you want to retire,
I won't try to stop you.

You have earned it and
I will support you 100%.

But forget one thing.

We said "forever".

Forever.

My grandson!

Yes. Little Marcus just woke up.

Agree. First things first.

A little surprise for you.

Three days at Marion Springs Resort.

For the day at
the spa I ruined it.

Yes. Quality time
for the two of us, love.

Quality time.

Yes, but Megan and Reggie
are on their honeymoon.

I take care of the baby this weekend.
Together with AMMO.

You and Theresa have fun.

Do you still have the blue pills?

I do not need them.

Like the glasses?

I see you well with that baby.

I see you really well too.

- You say?
- Yup.

Okay, Mike? Come on, team!

Wait up. No.

We had to do it together.

I have to work.

I'll be back to see you tomorrow.
And I bring some wine.

Do not joke. No, stop.

We agreed that we
would all do it together.

Marcus, I'll wait for you in the car.

Send a message to my mother.

It's not funny...

Good...

No. We can't do that
with the next generation.

You have to sing it well.

I'm leaving.

How are you?

I pay my debt.

A huge debt.

What if they give you the
option to pay off part of the debt?

Could it interest you?

Of course.

Would you fuck a
witch without a condom?

No.

He wouldn't do it, Mike.