Isabel Aretas, widow of cartel kingpin Benito, escapes from a Mexican prison with the aid of her son Armando. Isabel sends Armando to Miami, tasking him with recovering a substantial stash of money his father Benito had hidden, as well as assassinating the people responsible for his father’s arrest and eventual death in prison. Isabel demands that Armando kill Miami detective Mike Lowrey last.

In Miami, Mike accompanies his partner Marcus Burnett to the birth of his first grandson. Desiring to spend more time with his family, the aging Marcus tells Mike he intends to retire, to Mike’s chagrin. During a party celebrating Marcus’ grandson, Mike is shot by Armando and left in a coma for months. Chastised by Isabel for targeting Mike first, Armando continues to assassinate other targets on his list during Mike’s convalescence.

Following Mike’s recovery, he is determined to seek revenge and unsuccessfully attempts to recruit the now-retired Marcus, causing a fall out between them. Mike violently obtains the identity of arms dealer Booker Grassie from an informant. Realizing that Mike will not heed orders to stay away from the investigation, Captain Howard reluctantly allows him to work with the tech-driven team in charge, the Advanced Miami Metro Operations (AMMO), led by Mike’s ex-girlfriend Rita. While the team surveils Grassie at an arms deal, Mike determines that the buyers intend to kill Grassie and intervenes, but fails to save him. Later, Marcus is called by Carver Remy, an old informant who believes the assassin is after him. Marcus contacts Mike and the pair travel to Carver, but are too late to save him. Armando escapes after a fistfight with Mike.

Captain Howard later reveals his intentions to retire as well, offering advice to Mike that he needs to find a path forward in life. He is abruptly assassinated by Armando moments later. The captain’s death pulls Marcus out of retirement, but he intends to work as a team with AMMO. They track down Grassie’s accountant, who leads them to Lorenzo “Zway-Lo” Rodriguez. They infiltrate Zway-Lo’s birthday party leading to a destructive car chase. Armando arrives in a helicopter to rescue Zway-Lo but kills him when he blocks Armando’s ability to shoot the pursuing Mike. As he lines up a shot, Armando tells Mike “Hasta el fuego”. Gunfire from Marcus creates cover for Mike, who falls into the river below.

AMMO is shut down because of the failed operation. In private, Mike reveals to Marcus that Armando may be his son. Before partnering with Marcus, Mike worked as an undercover officer in the Aretas cartel where he met Isabel. They fell in love and intended to run away together, using “Hasta el fuego” as a secret catchphrase. Mike ultimately remained loyal to the police, realizing how dangerous Isabel had become. Despite Mike’s opposition, Marcus and AMMO join him in Mexico City to confront her.

At the Hidalgo Palace, Mike meets Isabel and scolds her for concealing the truth from him. A shootout quickly ensues between AMMO and Isabel’s men. Marcus shoots the pilot of Isabel’s support helicopter, causing it to crash into the central lobby and starting a fire. Marcus confronts Isabel, while Mike tries to explain the truth to Armando. Armando begins to beat up Mike, but he refuses to retaliate. Demanding the truth from his mother, Isabel confirms to Armando that Mike is his father. Unable to kill his father, Armando steps back, and Isabel, while aiming for Mike, inadvertently shoots Armando in the chest when Armando tries to stop her from shooting Mike. Enraged, she attempts to finish Mike, but Rita intervenes and shoots Isabel several times, sending Isabel falling into the flames below. Marcus then begins to fall into the flames, but is saved by both Mike and Armando. Carrying Armando outside, Mike tells his son that things will not be so good for him due to the crimes he committed, but that he would always be there for him.

Returning to Miami, Rita has been promoted to police captain, and the team celebrates her promotion. Mike arranges for Marcus and Theresa to go on a retreat while he takes care of their grandchild. Sometime later, Mike visits a remorseful Armando in prison, and Armando tells Mike that he is atoning for his sins. Mike then enlists his help for a mission, informing him that it would be a chance to pay back some of his debt, and Armando accepts.

* * *

 

* * *

[MEEK MILL’S “UPTOWN II” PLAYING]

♪ Yeah, they heard I bought
A spinning spinning bust down ♪

♪ They’re all spinning
From uptown, hit me up now ♪

♪ Yeah, make that
Lamborghini pop-pop ♪

[SIRENS WAILING]

♪ Seven days a week ♪

♪ With Gucci socks ♪

[ENGINE REVVING]

♪ I just… ♪

♪ The back with a lace front ♪

[SIRENS WAILING]

♪ Times 10, every milly
When I make one… ♪

– [ENGINE REVVING]
– [TIRES SCREECHING]

– Mike!
– Whoo-hoo-hoo!

– What the hell are you doing?
– It’s called driving, Marcus.

[ENGINE REVVING THROUGH GEARS]

Slow down!

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

What? Four minutes? Speed up.

Oh, so you want me to speed up and slow down at the same time?

[SIRENS WAILING]

Moving southbound on Collins.

[SIREN WAILING]

– Fast approaching 22 Street.
– PILOT [OVER RADIO]: Copy that.

Air support has a visual.

Mike!

[YELLING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

I’m about to throw up.

Oh, you bett… The hell not.

That is hand-stitched leather.
You better drink it.

OFFICER [OVER RADIO]:
Blocking off 6th Street.

That was your turn, Mike!

Damn it! Look, you are the navigator, okay?

That’s why you’re sitting in that seat.

Where are your glasses?
You need to put your glasses on.

– I don’t need glasses.
– Marcus, you can’t see shit.

Oh, sh… Mike. Mike. Mike.

[BUS HORN BLARING]

– Relax. Relax!
– Mike. Bus, bus, bus.

[PASSENGERS SCREAMING]

[YELLING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[MAN SINGING IN SPANISH]

Sorry, rich white people.

We’re not just black, we’re cops too.

We’ll pull ourselves over later.

[LAUGHS]

– [WHOOPING]
– [SCREAMS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[TRUCK HORN BLARES]

Hoo-hoo!

Hey, even the Batmobile don’t hold the road like this bitch.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

– Whoo!
– Get me the fuck out of this car.

[INNER CIRCLE’S “BAD BOYS” PLAYING]

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪

– Hey!
– Oh, shit.

– [GROANS]
– [METAL SCRAPES]

Come on, man.

You can get that buffed out.

No. You can get that buffed out.

– Miami PD. Make a hole.
– Coming through.

– Make a hole. Miami PD.
– Miami PD.

Go! Go!

Sorry.

[♪♪♪]

Daddy!

[GIGGLES]

Joker.

You a pop-pop.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪]

– THERESA: Hi.
– MARCUS: Oh. Oh.

– Oh, baby, look at him.
– Yeah.

– No doubt. It’s in the eyes.
– Mm-hm.

And the ears.

And the name.

Marcus Miles Burnett.

– But that’s my name.
– His name too.

We decided to name him after you.

It was Reggie’s idea.

Thought it would be a very respectful gesture, sir.

– I hope you approve.
– That’s cool.

But you still need to make a honest woman out of my baby girl there.

Uncle Mike, ready to hold the baby?

Oh, mm-mm. No. Uncle Mike don’t want to catch that.

[SOBBING]

Uh-uh, okay?
That’s that shit.

– No, Mike.
– Stop.

Look at the baby.

Stop it right now.
Seriously.

– Look at the baby.
– Okay, you know what?

I’ll be outside when you get your shit together.

Mike.

– The baby.
– Oh, it’s okay.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH OVER PA]

[♪♪♪]

GUARD [IN SPANISH]:

[TAPPING ON TABLE]

Aretas.

Aretas.

[REPEATING SPANISH PHRASE QUIETLY]

[GASPS]

[BATON CLATTERS ON FLOOR]

[CONTINUES MUTTERING IN SPANISH]

[YELLS]

[GROANING]

[PRISONERS YELLING]

[YELLING IN SPANISH]

[ALARM BLARING]

[PRISONERS CLAMORING]

[SIREN WHOOPING]

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH OVER PA]

[SIREN WAILING]

[♪♪♪]

[BRAKES SQUEAK]

[SIREN STOPS]

[IN SPANISH] GUARD [IN SPANISH]:

[BOTH GASP]

– [SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
– [BOTH GROAN]

– [KNIFE SLICES]
– [GROANS]

– [RAPID SILENCED GUNSHOTS]
– [GROANS]

[GUN RACKS]

[GASPING]

[♪♪♪]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Mama.

[IN SPANISH]

[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]

[IN SPANISH]

[WHIRRING, CHIMING]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

HOWARD:
Come here, Marcus. Come here.

We’re here to celebrate and to raise a glass to one of our own.

– [MAN WHOOPS]
– [CROWD EXCLAIMS]

And I sincerely hope that someday your namesake follows in the footsteps of his old-ass grandpa…

[ALL LAUGHING]

…to protect and serve our fair city.

To Marcus.

ALL:
To Marcus!

May the name Marcus Burnett strike fear into the hearts and minds of assholes for years to come.

[ALL CHEERING]

Thank y’all. Thank…
Thank you all.

Mike and I, we’re going on 25 years of working these streets.

And I like to think we made a difference.

You all are the best.

And I thank you.
It’s been a real honor.

[CROWD WHOOPING]

MAN:
Marcus!

ALL [CHANTING]:
Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!

TAGLIN: Daddy buried that cash deep, huh?

If these are empty, you’re still gonna owe.

– MAN: Whoa!
– Mamma mia!

Buried treasure in the ocean.

I heard the stories, pero coño…

Should cover the cost of the materials we discussed.

And then some.

This is what you get to keep.

What’d you say?

We had a deal.

I’m renegotiating.

Whoops.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTING]

[SIGHS]

Whoops.

[COUGHING]

Come here.

[GASPING]

Look at me.

I don’t renegotiate.

My family’s taking back management of this town.

We’re gonna need some, uh, loyal employees.

Who wants a job?

So how’s your dental?

Say that again.

[IN SPANISH]

[WHISPERING]
You give yourselves a raise.

You start with that pile right there.

– Okay?
– Okay.

You work for me now.

Get your people to fall in line, stay out of my fucking way, and I won’t kill you.

Vamos, muchacho, get this money ¡Dale!

Vamos.

[♪♪♪]

¡Vamos!

ARMANDO:
Mama.

ISABEL [OVER PHONE]:
Armando.

[IN SPANISH]

[PHONE BEEPS]

[WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH]

MARCUS:
I’m done, Mike.

Oh, here we go again.

No, this time it’s different.

When I looked into that little baby’s eyes, something changed.

I want to spend my days watching that little boy grow.

Man, Theresa does not want your ass sitting at home, getting fat and breaking shit.

You know, Mike, we got more time behind us than in front.

It’s time to make some changes, for real.

You can miss me with that.
I’m living my best life.

You’re dyeing your goatee, Mike.

– What?
– You’re dyeing your goatee.

I am not dyeing my goatee.

That’s Midnight Cocoa Bean.
I recognize that.

– Go ahead with that shit.
– That ain’t Midnight Cocoa…?

– Go ahead somewhere.
– Let me ask you something.

You want your legacy to be muscle shirts and a body count?

Don’t you know family is all that matters?

Hey, granddaddy!

– Rita.
– Oh, no. Pop-pop.

He’s going with Pop-pop.

– Pop-pop?
– Yeah.

Got pics, Pop-pop?

– Oh, you know I do, right?
– Let’s see.

There you go.

Oh, my God, the ears!

Yeah, my grandbaby.
That’s my grandbaby.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

– I love him.
– MIKE: Yeah.

And congrats to you, lieutenant.

I hear Howard tapped you to head up AMMO.

Wow, congrats.

What’s AMMO?

Advanced Miami Metro Operations.

A small team trained in new tactics and investigative methods.

Gonna replace us old dogs.

– Or teach them some new tricks.
– Heh.

For real, Marcus.
So happy for you.

Thank you.

[WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH]

Hey, guys!

Hey! Everyone’s here.

How are you?

Dumbass.

– What?
– She is perfect for you.

Smart as hell.

Confident. Ambitious.

She just wasn’t the one for me.

– All right?
– What is for you?

Dying all alone and sad as shit?

You just jealous.

How long you been married?
Twenty years?

– Twenty-six.
– Tell the truth.

When’s the last time you had sex?

– None of your damn business.
– Exactly.

How many great women are you gonna let go? Heh.

I mean, you get a lot of loving, but have you ever really been in love?

Of course. I mean, yeah, I was… I was in love.

One time.

A long, long time ago.

You never told me.

Nigga, I don’t tell you all my business.

Look, all you need to know is that I’ll be running down criminals till I’m 100.

You the last brother that needs to be talking about running down anyone after the hospital.

The hospital?
What you talking about?

What happened at the hospital?

Running to see baby Marcus.

I dusted your ass.

You spent that run staring at my one good ass-cheek, Mike.

You’re saying that you actually outran me?

– You beat me in a footrace?
– It’s been said.

Oh, hell, no.

HOWARD:
Nothing sadder than old men revisiting the past.

Whoa, hey, no stretching.

Stretching is cheating.

– Hey, who you got, Cap?
– I got 50 on a torn ACL.

[CHUCKLES]

I ain’t running for free.

– What’s the bet?
– I win, we lay it down.

We turn in our papers and we retire.

All right, well, when I win, you stop all this foolish retirement talk.

We ride this thing till the wheels fall off.

– Bad boys for life.
– Uh, bad boys ain’t really boys anymore.

Hey, Cap, just have the ambo on standby.

Old boy gonna need fluids and oxygen.

– That’s him, Cap. That’s him.
– Okay.

On your mark, get set, go!

– Go, Marcus! You got this!
– Where you at?

– You got this! Breathe!
– Uh-oh, where you at?

Come on, baby!

[ENGINE REVS]

HOWARD:
Breathe, baby, breathe! Go!

Where you at, baby?!

[♪♪♪]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

Mike!

[ENGINE REVVING]

[CROWD CLAMORING, SCREAMING]

Mike. Mike! Oh, shit!
Get some help!

I got an officer down.
We’re on Ocean Drive, 700 block.

– Hold on. Hey.
– HOWARD: Gunshot…

– Oh, shit.
– What happened?

– Just get… Get some help!
– Who did this?!

Who the fuck did this?!

HOWARD:
Driving a motorcycle…

RITA:
Come on. Don’t do this.

– MARCUS: Mike, stay with us.
– Come on.

Get an ambulance!

– Come on, Mike. Come on.
– Hey, hey, hey.

Phone… I got him on the phone.

[SIREN BLARING]

You gonna be all right.
You gonna make it through this.

Come on, man. Stay with us, man.

Come on, Mike. I’m right here.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

Dear God… it’s me, Marcus.

[SIGHS]

You blessed me with a lot of stuff lately.

I know I haven’t been to church in a while.

Probably Easter.

But I ain’t gonna lie, I wasn’t paying attention.

I haven’t lost faith.

It’s just… I was ashamed at some of the stuff we had to do.

I know “thou shall not kill,” but they were bad guys, all of them.

You know, Mike hardly had a life yet.

No wife, no kids.

If you could just please find it in your heart to give him one more chance, man.

Straight up, he’s my best friend.

My brother.

If you just spare him, I swear to you, I will put no more violence in this world.

REPORTER 1 [ON TV]:
A drive-by shooting has a famed Miami-Dade police officer fighting for his life.

REPORTER 2:
Witnesses report hearing shots and a blacked-out bike fleeing the scene.

REPORTER 3:
Lowrey remains in critical…

Guys, let’s run Cap through what we got on the case.

Kelly, run us through ballistics.

So the slugs in Officer Lowrey were SS190.

P90 fires that caliber, the Herstal.

But these were subsonic 5.7-by-28s, custom rounds.

I wanna know who made those bullets.

We are watching 4chan and cross-referencing players in the market with the feds’ red lines.

Mike’s like a son to me.

I want this asshole.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

This is personal for me too.

Let’s bring every single thing we got, all right?

You got it.

– [MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]
– [VENTILATOR HISSING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

[IN SPANISH]

[GULLS CAWING]

[CITY GIRLS’ “MONEY FIGHT”
PLAYING]

[GRUNTS]

♪ Rich cases to the left ♪

♪ Trap cases to the right ♪

♪ Everybody throwing money ♪

♪ Money fight, money fight ♪

♪ Fuck getting ones
Throw some hundreds on me ♪

♪ That’s the way it’s gonna be
You wanna fuck with JT… ♪

– [GRUNTS]
– [PEOPLE SCREAMING]

REPORTER:
Retired DA Rodrigo Vargas was gunned down this afternoon.

♪ Rich cases to the left ♪

♪ Trap cases to the right ♪

♪ Everybody throwing money ♪

♪ Money fight, money fight ♪

– [GRUNTS]
– [WOMEN SCREAMING]

REPORTER:
The DEA is mourning Jack Weber this evening, a 20-year forensic investigator for the agency in Miami.

♪ We need more ones
It’s a money fight ♪

♪ Throw another five
If you really got a vibe ♪

♪ Them rich, throwing money
On the other side ♪

There you are.

REPORTER: In yet another execution-style homicide…

[GRUNTS]

Judge Leon Sorenson was shot outside his courthouse late Wednesday.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

The war on law enforcement continues.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

RITA: Three other law enforcement personnel have been killed that could be linked.

– It’s a war on the goddamn law.
– All the same shooter as Mike.

– Connected how?
– Traffic cams, witnesses, tire treads all put the same blacked-out bike at the scene.

[SPEAKING QUIETLY IN SPANISH]

[♪♪♪]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

[♪♪♪]

PASTOR GREEN: We want to thank you for joining us today.

It means a lot to the family.

And I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

[GUESTS APPLAUDING]

I really gotta stop crying like this.

♪ Heaven must have sent you
From above ♪

[CROWD CHEERING]

♪ Heaven must’ve sent
Your precious love ♪

[BAND ENDS TUNE]

Hey, you guys are great.

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our first toast.

I’m going to bring up Officer Mike Lowrey, affectionately known as Uncle Mike.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

MAN:
All right. Let’s do this.

[ALL CHEERING]

[CHEERING QUIETS]

[CROWD MURMURING]

[CROWD APPLAUDING, CHEERING]

[CHUCKLES]

First off, Reggie, I am shocked that you are even still here.

[ALL LAUGH]

I remember your first date with Megan, and trust me, me and Marcus did everything we could possibly do to make sure you never came back.

But I’m telling you, love is hard.

And your relationship will be tested.

And your father and I have weathered storm after storm.

And we have a mantra that we say to each other in our darkest days, and it always seems to bring us back together.

And, Reggie, Megan, I would like to share it with you.

We ride together, we die together.

We die together.

ALL: Bad boys for life!

[ALL CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

♪ Loving desire, baby ♪

♪ We got the match… ♪

No.

– No, what?
– You know what.

The minute I heard you were still breathing, I’ve been waiting for this shit to hit the fan.

Look at me, Mike. No.

You don’t know what I’m gonna say.

I know you. I know what you’re gonna say.

AMMO’s got this.

AMMO?

Come on, Cap. AMMO?
With all due respect, AMMO is a high school musical… boy band with guns.
They don’t even have shit.

How do you know what they have or don’t have? They have!

– What do they have? What?
– They have.

The bullets they carved out of you, they were custom rounds for the P90 Herstal.

AMMO’s gonna find the dealer that supplied your shooter.
– How?

State-of-the-art police work, that’s how.

Cap, look… All right.

– Sir.
– Sir?

You are desperate.

But I can’t.

Mike, I can’t let you investigate your own case.
– All right.

Let me investigate the Vargas case.

No. The last thing I need is having IAD shoving a Hubble telescope up my ass for a full-on colonoscopy.

– You know the rules.
– Fuck the rules, Cap.

Come on. Put me and Marcus on this shit.

Have you talked to your partner?

[DOOR CLOSES]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

You retired?

It’s my daughter’s wedding.

Do we have to do this right now?

Uh, yeah.

– I told you I was retiring.
– Wha…? What?

Wait, nah, hold up.
We raced, you lost.

Now you reneging? What happened to bad boys for life?

Yeah, for life. It’s off.

You died.

What? The hell are you talking about?

You coded out, Mike, three times.

Marcus, look, this motherfucker stole something from me and I need it back.

What did he take from you, Mike?

You’re still here.

All he took from you was the legend, “Bulletproof Mike.”

But I saw you on the ground bleeding.

You’re human, just like the rest of us.

Yeah, his ass bleeds too.

Heh, I’m telling you, Mike.

You go out there for vengeance, you gonna get someone killed.

Oh, we definitely bringing some smoke.

That fool put holes in me!

And you’re filling them with hate, Mike.

Look, you need to start thinking about your karma, man.

This was a sign.

A sign, yeah.
A sign to turn up.

I’m supposed to bow down?
Give this bitch a pass?

“Turn up”? What are you, 20?

You need to turn that shit off.

You know, Mike, heh…

Rita called me every day you were in the hospital.

There’s something still there, a future.

My future is hunting this motherfucker.

Well, it’s not mine.

All right. So let me get this straight.

So somebody get to dump my ass out in the street and you ain’t gonna do shit?

You just gonna quit?

[SCOFFS]

How dare you, man?

I sat by your bedside.

I wiped the drool off your chin, Mike.

Don’t disrespect me like that because you don’t know.

All right, all right.
All right, man.

[SNIFFS]

Look, Marcus, I’m asking you.

I’m begging you, man.

I need this.

Bad boys… one last time.

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

No, Mike.

No.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[♪♪♪]

[IN SPANISH]

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Mama.

[WHIRRING]

[GUNSHOTS IN VIDEO]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOTS]

REPORTER: Video of a shooting of a Miami detective has surfaced online, going viral in a matter of hours.

The video first appeared on the darknet and soon spread to mainstream social media.

Authorities believe the shooter uploaded the video himself.

Too slow.

– You’re slipping.
– [SIGHS]

Still had the key.

What’s up?

Howard told me you wanted back in.

Obviously, that can’t happen.

Says who?

Michael… you got shot.

Yeah, people keep reminding me of that.

Well, why do you think that is? Huh?

Oh, you shrinking me now.

You say that when you don’t wanna get real.

No, I always say that when you start shrinking me.

Hey, this is the type of case that AMMO was built for.

You just have to trust me, that’s all.

Oh, come on. What?

Why you always go there?

This don’t have nothing to do with me trusting you or not.

– Oh, no?
– No.

Are you even healed?

– Yeah, I’m fine. Yeah.
– Yeah?

– You sure you’re fine?
– Oh, shit. Rita.

– You sure you’re fine? Hey.
– Rita. Stop. Rita.

This is me you’re trying to bullshit.

If you get involved, you’re gonna make mistakes you can’t take back.

– Hasta el fuego.
– “Hasta el fuego.”

What does that mean?
Where’d you get that?

Until you burn? Until you die?

You know me well enough to know not to ask me to quit.

It’s because I know you,
I’m asking.

Because I care about you.

[♪♪♪]

As a friend.

Let us handle this.

[PITBULL & LIL JON’S “DAMN I LOVE MIAMI” PLAYING]

♪ Give it to me now ♪

– ♪ What happens in Miami ♪
– ♪ Let it sizzle ♪

– ♪ Never happened ♪
– ♪ Give it to me now ♪

♪ What happens in Miami ♪

♪ Never happened
I’mma hit this hotel ♪

♪ There’s a party
In the lobby ♪

♪ But be careful
Who you mess with ♪

♪ ‘Cause a ho tell everybody ♪

♪ Miami where
All that ass from ♪

♪ And your girlfriend’s
Got one too ♪

♪ It ain’t my birthday, baby
But I wanna see you… ♪

[TIRES SCREECHING]

♪ She was like, “Yo” ♪

♪ I was like rolling
She was like, “So?” ♪

[ENGINE REVVING]

♪ Wanna hit Tootsie’s ♪

♪ Baby, let’s go ♪

♪ Talking about a killer ♪

♪ Put her on the mic
Beat it up like “Thriller” ♪

♪ She had a best friend
Said, “Bring one more” ♪

♪ Another bad one
You already know, for sure ♪

♪ Damn, I love Miami… ♪

[FAN CRACKLING]

Shit. Alexa, turn down the volume.

[MUSIC VOLUME LOWERS]

[SIGHS]

– [ELECTRICAL CRACKLING]
– [FAN HUMMING]

[WHIRRING]

[CRACKLING]

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Ah! Marcus!

You need to get out of the house!

Sorry, baby.

So sorry.

How about a spa day?

[TITO PUENTE’S “SALSA Y SABOR”
PLAYING]

[CHATTERING]

– Is that Manny’s car?
– Yeah.

[BELL RINGS]

– Where’s Manny?
– He’s in the back.

Oh, shit. Mike Lowrey.
What are you doing here, man?

You look like a ghost, man.

You know they say you’re dead, fuckboy.

I gotta show you something.

The streets is talking.

That cop shit ain’t working for you.

Come work for me at Manny’s Prime Rib.

See, look, you get dropped right here.

And guess what.

– You’re trending worldwide.
– [GUNSHOTS]

Ow! My fucking hand, man!

Yo, this ain’t no fucking cop shit, man!

What happened about reading my rights?

This is not how it’s supposed to go.

You’re supposed to ask me questions, and then I tell you, “Go fuck yourself!”

What the fuck, man?

Fuck! Ow!

My fucking hand, man.

P90 Herstals, custom, who’s making them?

Mike, I’m not in the game no more.

Oh, nah? Okay. My bad.

Ah! Mike, Mike, fucking chill, man.

So all these vegans in Miami, and you want me to believe that that hot rod outside comes from selling pork chops?

I work at Manny’s.

I’m a family man, and I’m a hardworking man.

Oh. I got you…

Oh, shit. Oh, man.

Did you just get pig fat on my suit?

Sorry, Mike.

Sorry.

No! Booker Grassie!

That’s the name! Booker Grassie!

That’s the name, man!

[MALLET CLANKS ON FLOOR]

Yo, Mike! Mike! Yo, Mike!

The handcuffs, man!

Booker Grassie.
Only arms dealer in Miami customizing for the P90 Herstal.

– What’d I tell you?
– I know.

I’m not supposed to investigate my own case.

But this fool posted a video of him trying to kill me.

I saw it.

I can go after him vigilante style, or you can bring me in.

Or I could shoot you myself.

Fuck me!

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!

[GULPING LOUDLY]

[SIGHS]

– If…
– Mm-hm.

…I bring you in, to consult, and you go cowboy on me, I need you to comprehend the level-five shitstorm I will be drowning in.

No gold-plated watch.

No cop retirement village.

I’m sticking myself out on a skinny limb!

Scratch that.
A twig in an ice storm!

Me, on the edge, “tithering.”

You mean, teetering?

That’s what I said!

And picture me very fat!

Uh, think I got the image, Cap.

– RITA: What is he doing here?
– He’s gonna be helping out.

– I don’t want him.
– I’m not working with her.

He’s not. You’re not.
He’s consulting. It’s your show.

– Captain, come on.
– Wait.

I know you guys got history together, so let’s not make it personal.

Personal?

I’m the only one being professional.

This is not détente. I’m informing you of my decision.

This is a bad idea.

He’s gonna investigate this case, no matter what!

[SIGHS]

So this way, we keep him on a short leash, we control him.

Uh, I’m standing right here, Cap.

[SIGHS]

Mike will consult.

He’ll observe.

That’s it.

Now, what do you got?

Picked up chatter.
The dealer we think customed those rounds, he’s making another sale.

– Booker Grassie.
– Uh-huh.

You share any other confidential information?

What? Not me.
He’s the one that told me.

Guess my old tricks still work a little bit.

You’re a distraction.

You see that?
That’s what I like, teamwork.

Already a beautiful relationship.

REPORTER: The video, presumed to be posted by the shooter…

Guys. This is Detective Michael Lowrey.

He’ll be joining us as an adviser only.

Police have no suspects.

– [GUNSHOTS]
– [PEOPLE SCREAMING]

And the shooter is still at lar…

Nice to meet you all as well.

– Thrilled to see you’ve had…
– Sweet.

I am much better now. Thank you.

I am so sorry about that.

– You look good, Michael.
– Uh, look, she calls me by my whole government name, but everybody…
You can just do Mike.

– For sure, Mike.
– Got it, Mike.

Yeah, sure thing, Michael.

– Ah, so you’re that guy.
– Hey, there’s always one.

– Yeah. Right up till there’s not.
– What’s that supposed to mean?

It’s Mike Lowrey, okay?
Be cool. For once.

Let’s load up!

[DISPATCHER CHATTERING OVER POLICE RADIO]

Ooh.

Think I might be able to hang out with you guys after all.

Nah, nah, that ain’t the one.
We’re taking The Crawdaddy.

Wait until you see the inside.

– You need any help, Gramps?
– Go ahead somewhere, boy.

Look at you trying to be all cool and shit.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Okay, everybody is way too serious.

Raids are supposed to be fun.

They’re like field trips with guns.

This is not a raid.
It’s surveillance.

Surveillance? Right.

Meaning we’re just gonna watch the crime.

We’ll record him in the deal and bring him in facing serious time.

Then we’ll get him to talk and he’s gonna tell us everything that we need to know.

Or since he’s gonna be there and we’re gonna be there, I mean, we could just grab him.

Well, thank you for your input.

Okay.

RITA: Listen up.

Booker Grassie is the guy that sold the bullets we took out of Michael.

Hey, look, um, you think you could stop calling me Michael in front of everybody?

It’s your name.

Okay.

MAN [OVER HEADPHONES]: Relax and clear your mind.

[SNORING]

Use God’s inspiration to bring people peace and tranquility by penetrating their souls with your heart.

[BRAKES SQUEALING]

[SINGSONGY]
We’re here.

Excuse me, Mr. Lowrey.

– Just need to get past, please.
– Sure thing, buddy.

Uh, you’re the tech, huh? Jeez.

They just leave you in the van?

Yeah, I’m more, uh…
More comfortable in here.

Got it.

Sending in Big Barry.

You’re not Big Barry?

He’s our, uh, surveillance drone.

Ah, so you send the drone in.

[WHIRRING]

DORN: Let’s fly.

[♪♪♪]

MIKE: I guess Barry gets to have all the fun.

DORN: There. Black pickup truck.

– That’s our H-77 Boyz.
– MIKE: Who are they?

RITA: These guys are definitely from out of town. Trying to step up.

I need wide angle, whole deal.

Zoom in.

Booker’s hooking them up with a crate of 5.7-by-28s.

– That’s Booker Grassie.
– There’s our deal.

Audio.

BOOKER: Here it is.

These will put a hole through anyone and anything you point your gun at.

– I guarantee my product.
– He’s right there, Rita.

– We can grab him.
– No.

I’m not risking the collateral damage.

– Let’s move.
– Let’s wait.

– You’re the boss.
– Yeah, I know.

– That’s what I just said.
– I just confirmed it.

– Okay.
– You two used to date, right?

– Sort of.
– Not really.

Need to see the cash.

– See the cash.
– MIKE: Wait.

Back. Go back.
Right there. That guy.

– What?
– I need to see it.

The bag is empty.

There’s no money in the bag.
It’s a rip.

I need to see yours.

They’re gonna kill…
It’s a rip.

– Michael.
– We need Booker alive!

RITA: Michael, get back here!

Shit. Kelly, go. Go!

[♪♪♪]

Get me body cams.

RITA [OVER RADIO]: Michael, do not engage until we have the rest of the team in position.

[AIR HISSING]

[RUN THE JEWELS’ “2100” PLAYING ON STEREO]

Can we count the cash, or what?

This is a nice song.
Put it louder.

[VOLUME INCREASES]

Now!

[GROANS]

♪ Bring me home from the dark ♪

[GROANS]

♪ Take me home, take me home ♪

[ALL YELLING]

[GROANS]

[YELLING]

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[♪♪♪]

[MEN YELLING IN SPANISH]

[MOUTHING]

Put it down! Put it down!

Can you hear me?

I’m gonna need you to lay me down some cover.

We’re coming to you.

All right. You wanna live, you stay with me.

Fuck with me and I’m gonna kill you.

Coming at you on three.

Bring the truck! Grab the merch!

One, two, three.

– [TIRES SCREECHING]
– [ENGINE REVVING]

[GRUNTING]

[GROANING QUIETLY]

Shit.

Shit.

Shit. Hey. Hey. Booker.

Booker, look at me.
Hey. Hey. Don’t die.

P90 Herstals. P90 Herstals, who’s the buyer?

Oh, shit.

[GRUNTS]

– Hey, hey. Booker. Booker.
– RITA: Michael?

Hey, get an ambulance in here now. Get the paramedics.

– Booker. Booker.
– Uh, Michael.

– Just bring them in.
– Calm down.

Hey, just do what I ask you for once, please!

He’s dead!

[♪♪♪]

[WOMAN EXCLAIMS IN SPANISH]

[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON TABLET]

– Is that Diego or his twin?
– Shh!

Yeah, yeah, his twin.

Carmelita, no, no, no.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

– Who this?
– [OVER PHONE] It’s Carver Remy.

Look here, I’m busy, all right?

Don’t waste my time, Carver.
Leave me alone.

Come on, man. It’s important.

Keep an eye on my baby.

– Marcus.
– I’m retired.

Only rats I talk to are in my basement.

[GUNSHOT]

– Carmelita shot the wrong twin!
– Oh, shit.

The guy who shot Mike, he’s trying to kill me.

– What?
– I’m serious.

A guy on a black bike’s been tracking me.

The one on the news. It’s him.

– Bullshit.
– Marcus, would I lie to you?

Yes. That’s why we stopped using your ass as a CI.

– I’m telling you, it’s him.
– What do you want?

Protective custody. To not die.

Please, man.
Use me as bait, whatever.

You want this guy?
He’s coming for me.

– You talk to Mike?
– I called you.

Nineteenth and Miami.
Third floor. I’ll be waiting.

[CHIMING]

[SIRENS WHOOPING IN DISTANCE]

What did I say? No, no.
What did I say?

I said consult.
I said observe. I…

Look at this… This mess.
It’s carnage!

I didn’t do all this shit.
They did this to each other.

Wait, wait, wait.
You didn’t shoot anybody?

– You know I shot some people.
– Yeah.

– Look, they had already started.
– What…?

Ah, Jesus. Mike, you promised.

– No, no, I didn’t promise.
– You promised.

– I said I could picture you…
– Yeah.

…on a limb, fat as hell, with sharks and some shit.

Right. That’s a promise.

We were here to watch.

What? Yeah, and I saw.

All right, Cap, look.

The bag is empty, all right? No cash.

The guy reached up and scratched his nose.

I saw it had no weight to it.

– That’s very impressive, sir.
– Yeah. See, I like that one.

If I hadn’t come in, Grassie was a dead man for sure.

That’s a relief, because your guy’s in a body bag and he sure looks dead.
– Cap. Ah…

Good job, Mikey.

Hey, look. Young boy, seriously.

Let me tell you something.

Stay in a child’s place, all right?

Spare me the street knowledge, grandpa. Nobody asked.

Just because I fucked your mother don’t make me your grandpa?
– Oh, oh, oh.

– Fucked my mother?
– That’s enough.

– Stop.
– You got me fucked up.

– Old ass.
– Stand down! Let’s go.

– You better go on.
– Let’s go.

I will knock your ass clean the fuck out.

– Knock me out. Hit me.
– What am I, a nursery school teacher?
Come on, let’s go!

Shit. I got time today.

HOWARD: Cool down. Keep walking.

– Excuse me, sir.
– Go ahead, man.

– Do you guys want a…?
– No, go.

Just go ahead somewhere.

What?

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

What, quitter?

[BRAKES SQUEAK]

This is some sad shit.

Where the hell is your ride?

Girls took it to the spa.

[R&B MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[SUCKS TEETH]

[SCOFFS]

You all right?

I’m fine. You all right?

Never felt better.

I mean, you could, if you wanted to, just do the speed limit.

You let a Prius pass us.

And what is that? What, you got your balls tucked up in there?

Hey. You know what?
Neither one of my balls wanna be here with your stupid ass.

[BABY COOS]

[HICCUPS]

You brought Little Marcus on a murder investigation?

We’re dropping him at the spa.

Dropping him off at the spa?

Carver is scared.
He is not gonna wait, man.

It’s on the way, Mike.

And what’s the person that shot me want with a snitch like Carver Remy anyway?

I’m taking you to find out, motherfucker.

Sorry about that, Little Marcus.

Pop-pop shouldn’t be swearing like that.

Only when you’re dealing with people like Mike Lowrey, you got no fucking choice.

Sorry. There I go again.

– Take the baby in.
– Oh, I ain’t going in there.

Then you ain’t gonna find out who tried to kill you.

See, if I go in there, I know who’s gonna kill me.

– Theresa Burnett.
– Stop fucking around.

Take your baby. Go ahead.

Mike, Carver’s scared.

He ain’t gonna wait all day.

All right.

All right.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY OVER SPEAKERS]

Uh-uh. No. Mike! Mike!

Tell Marcus I’m gonna kill him!

Go, go!

– Go, go, go!
– What’d she do? What’d you do?

– Is she coming? Oh, shit!
– Go, go, go!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Mike, you known Theresa a long time.

How pissed would you say she was?

– What you mean? Like, one to 10?
– Yeah, 10 being…

Like when I broke up with your sister?

No. That was me at a 10.

– Why would you bring that up?
– All right. I’m just trying to…

No, a Theresa 10 would be…

Me that time you spilled Frappuccino in my Ferrari.

Yeah, yeah, that’s it.
That’s it.

Uh, she’s probably like a nine, then.

– A nine? Oh, sh…
– Yeah, man.

Oh, shit.

Better make it a 10.

Forgot to give her the baby wipes.

Oh, tragedy.

♪ Na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-na-na, na-na-na… ♪

Are you stopping?

Dude, that was a yellow light.

We are in a hurry. Come on…

[MIKE GROANS]

Oh, what? You embarrassed to be seen like this?

[MARCUS HONKS HORN]

We got Mike Lowrey here!

[HONKING HORN]

Mike Lowrey in a Nissan Quest!

Nobody gives a shit, Mike.

He’s… He’s my Uber driver!

A big part of fighting crime is being ahead of the criminals.

You don’t have to stop for pigeons.

You just drive up to them.
They’ll fly away.

That better be a safe… or a piano.

Oh!

– This is my wife’s car!
– And that’s fucking Carver Remy!

You don’t know that’s Carver Remy. That could be anybody.

– Cover the front door!
– I’m retired!

I’m a civilian!

Oh…

[RETCHES]

[GROANS]

This is a sign.

It’s a sign from God.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Oh!

Oh, shoot.

She knows.

She always knows.

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪]

I need 315 at the Broadmoor Hotel.

Fuck!

[GRUNTING]

God, I know I asked you to help Mike out before… but he’s really getting his ass whupped.

Lord, give me a sign.

[♪♪♪]

[GROANS]

What the hell are you doing?
Mike!

[ONLOOKERS SCREAMING]

Shit!

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

[ENGINE STARTS, REVVING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[PANTING]

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[♪♪♪]

– ♪ Oh, happy day ♪
– ♪ Oh, happy day ♪

– ♪ Oh, happy day ♪
– ♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ When Jesus washed… ♪

You okay?

I’m better than you gonna be when Theresa see this car.

– ♪ When Jesus washed ♪
– ♪ When Jesus washed ♪

♪ He washed my sins away ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Washed my sins away ♪

ARMANDO [IN SPANISH]:

ISABEL [OVER PHONE]:
Armando…

[♪♪♪]

[ENGINE STARTS, REVS]

♪ Still got the yayo flying in
From on the West Coast ♪

♪ Fleet of cars all red
Like this was Death Row ♪

♪ Keep it gangster, never
Singing like it’s Danny Boy ♪

Pass it! Pass it! Thattagirl!

♪ I’m-a change your lifestyle
Lamborghini… ♪

Thattagirl, Callie!

Make them wanna play soccer!

– You’re done, Mike.
– Yeah, I know.

No!

If she fouls you, you foul her back!

– MAN 1: Yes!
– MAN 2: Yeah.

So there’s this…
This Buddhist guy, right?

And, uh, you know, mountain man, way up high, going down this long winding road.

And out of nowhere, this other guy is riding a horse right toward him.

He’s Buddhist too, I think.

Actually, I’m not sure.

Just let them both be Buddhist, Cap.

Okay, fine.

So the guy on the horse is riding toward our guy so fast that our guy’s gotta get out of the way,

so as not to be trampled
by the horse.

And the guy gets up,
all dusty, and he goes:

“Hey, where the fuck
are you going?”

And our guy on the horse,
he says:

“I don’t know!

Ask the horse!”

Ask the horse? Huh.

Exactly.

WOMAN:
Yes! Yes!

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

See that face…? That. That?

That’s it.

That was my face.

The horse represents

all of our fears and traumas.

And it’s got us running around
a hundred miles an hour,

to the point where we can’t
even answer a simple question.

“Where are you going?”

Where are you going, Mike?

[♪♪♪]

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

No, Callie!

Don’t pass!

Shooters shoot!

– [WHISTLE BLOWS]
– [CROWD CHEERING]

[SIGHS]

Kid’s got the family curse.

Mike…

you gotta get control
of your life.

You gotta grab the reins

before your horse
runs you off a cliff.

Come over for dinner.
Callie would love to see you.

I’ll read you a Buddhist story.
I got a book full of them.

Wait, you gonna be
cooking again?

– Hell, yeah.
– Ooh…

– All right. We’ll order pizza.
– Yeah, I think I can do that.

– [LAUGHS]
– [BULLET WHIZZES]

[GROANS]

[♪♪♪]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

ZWAY-LO:
Bingo.

– Cap!
– WOMAN: I don’t know! Go, go, go!

Get him.

I can help. What does he need?

– Shoot.
– Cállate.

– Through the bitch.
– No, move.

– Get behind the car.
– I can help.

Move! Get behind the car!

What’s wrong with you, man?

You had that shot.

No innocents.

You crazy, man, you know that?

Three-fifteen. Shots fired.
Officer down.

Jose Marti Park.

We need Air One on a three.

This is Detective Mike Lowrey.

The captain is down.

The captain is down.

[♪♪♪]

[BAGPIPES PLAYING
“AMAZING GRACE”]

MAN:
Ready!

[RIFLES CLICKING]

Aim! Fire!

[GUNSHOTS]

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

[“AMAZING GRACE” CONTINUES]

[♪♪♪]

MIKE:
You were right, man.

You said if I went out there,
I was gonna get somebody killed.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

One last time?

One last time.

[♪♪♪]

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

[IN SPANISH]

ISABEL [IN SPANISH]:

[♪♪♪]

[ENGINE REVVING]

I ran a suspicious
financial report on Booker.

All his LLC fronts
have the same accountant.

Picante Jenkins, CPA.

Yep. You don’t meet
too many Picantes.

[♪♪♪]

So we just gonna do
a knock-and-talk?

Yeah.

Whoa! What the hell
is all that?

What you talking about?

Mike, you don’t need
a grenade launcher.

Yeah, but I want one.

He’s an accountant, Mike.

Look, Mike, we’re not
going in there like that.

– Like what?
– Hey, look, all our lives,

we’ve been bad boys, all right?

Now it’s time to be good men.

Who in the hell
wanna sing that song?

[FACETIOUSLY] ♪ Good men,
good men What you gonna do? ♪

Well, maybe if you sang the song

like you meant it,
it’d catch on.

Nah.

Knock and talk.

Yeah. Knock, knock.

[SNIFFS]

– Mike! Mike!
– Miami PD! Get down!

– Mike! Mike!
– Get down!

– What is happening?
– Mike!

What happened to knock and talk?

Hey, you broke my door.
You broke my door!

Sir, sorry about
the door, okay?

A little Gorilla Glue
will make that just fine.

– Hey, where’s your warrant?
– I need you on your knees

with your hands behind
your head right now!

[PANTING, GRUNTS]

Sir, if you keep moving, I’m
gonna shoot you in your face.

– No, he’s not.
– Yes, I am!

Mike, the man is an accountant.
We just need to talk to him.

So you wanna have
a conversation

with a coked-out
orange mountain?

Here’s the latest figures.

Look, let me handle this, okay?
Just back up.

I’m gonna penetrate
this man’s soul with my heart.

What?

Yeah.

Watch and learn.

Hey! Hey, ass licker.

I’m gonna fast-food
fist-fuck you.

Sir, that’s just nasty.

Now, I recognize that this
is a difficult situation.

– Don’t come over here.
– Don’t go over there, Marcus.

We just need
your client’s receipts.

– What?
– Booker Grassie.

– Any record of…?
– Unh!

Mm.

Hey. How deep you think
you got in his soul?

Sometime you gotta suffer
for what is right.

Don’t you turn
that other cheek.

– Get off me!
– All right.

[PANTING]

Now, sir, I realize
that you’re scared.

Hell, we all scared.
You know, sometimes fear just…

[GROANING]

[JENKINS MUTTERING]

So, what you thinking?

[SIGHS]

I think you should
handle this one.

Yeah, me too.

[GRUNTS]

Hey!

MLK just tapped out.
You got Brother Malcolm now.

We can handle this
by any means necessary.

I recognize you.
You’re that cop that got shot.

Bad year you’re having,
Butterscotch.

If you didn’t have that gun
and badge, I’d fucking eat you.

This the only thing that’s
keeping you from eating me?

– Yeah.
– Oh.

Bring it, big boy.

[TASER WHINES, CLICKING]

[GRUNTING]

– Left line clear!
– Cuff him.

What the hell
are y’all doing here?

I called them.

What? What happened to bad boys
one last time?

This is one last time.

But this here’s the remix, Mike.

We work with AMMO now.

That’s that shit, okay?

You got three seconds
before I bite it off.

Get your damn finger
out my face.

RITA: So tell us.
Judge, prosecutor, criminal informant,

the captain, and you.
Who do you have in common?

Hundreds of investigations,
operations…

Eight hundred
and forty-seven cases

in the nexus of the victims.

Well, who up there
wants to kill you?

– Hell, who doesn’t?
– All right.

That just the criminals
that we’re looking at.

I don’t trust a person
that don’t wanna kill him.

– Hell, put my name up there.
– Thanks. Got it. Appreciate it.

What you get
out of the accountant?

– His records are a mess.
– Surprising.

But I did manage
to get into his Keychain.

– So?
– All of his social.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Boom.

Looking at a lot of dick pics

but not so many clues.

Facial rec for anyone
in our system.

On it.

That’s three days
before I got hit.

Hey, go back to that last shot.
The chain.

MARCUS:
Yeah, zoom in.

– Heh. Zway-Lo.
– Zway-Lo.

– Who’s Zway-Lo?
– Lorenzo Rodriguez.

Goes by Zway-Lo.

Used to coach him
in peewee hoops

before he went
for that thug shit.

Great player, but I had to bench
him during the championship.

You benched a 10-year-old
in the championship?

Yeah. Little fucker
called me a dickhead.

– Did y’all win at least?
– Hell, no.

He was our star player.

We lost by 40,
but I made my point.

Okay, there’s no “I” in “team.”

There is one in “dickhead”
though.

Man, shut up. Look, Zway-Lo’s
into drugs, weapons.

He’s one of Taglin’s lieutenants.

Taglin was found dead the same night Mike got shot.

MARCUS: I guess he’s someone
else’s lieutenant now.

DORN:
Lorenzo Rodriguez.

No mortgage,
not even a bank account.

But it is his birthday tomorrow.

If he’s celebrating, there’s
three spots for a cat like that.

Ditto, Ice 45, Zillion.

Can you get into
their club records?

Pfft, Ice 45 should really up their cyber security.

Okay. Ice 45.

Ditto. Zillion.

There. Rodriguez.

– Bam!
– The party’s tonight.

Zillion it is.

RITA: All right, we meet at the club at 2300,

UC, so wear your Sunday best.

This is a grab. We’re in.
We’re out. No bodies.

This raid is strictly nonlethal.

Nonlethal.

Has anyone informed the bad guys?

ACLU rounds. Rubber.
Trust me, you’ll enjoy them.

You get to shoot as much as you want.

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪

– MIKE: Oh, hell, no.
– ♪ Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do
When we come…? ♪

Hey, hey, hey! Uh-uh.

– No, uh-uh.
– No! No!

Never. Y’all will never do that again.

Yeah, and you fucking up the lyrics,
which take a long time to learn.

– Don’t do that.
– KELLY: All right.

– No. Don’t do that.
– Seriously.

– Okay.
– Sorry, sorry.

– MARCUS: Shit.
– Won’t happen again.

MIKE:
Get your own damn song.

MARCUS:
You believe that shit?

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do ♪

♪ When they come for you? ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do ♪

♪ When they come for you? ♪

[ENGINE REVVING]

♪ Whatcha gonna do
When they come for you? ♪

♪ I know sometimes
You wanna let go ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ I know sometimes ♪

♪ You wanna let go ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do
When they come for you? ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do
When they come for you? ♪

♪ Bad boys, bad boys… ♪

Dumbass.

Whatever, man.

Miss me with that bullshit.

I got this.

Hello there, ladies.
Uh, Georgio in there tonight?

– No idea who that is, sir.
– The line’s in the back.

[CHUCKLES]

Nicole! Paige!

– Hey!
– Oh!

– Hey!
– You guys look so good.

– BOTH: Thank you.
– RAFE: So beautiful. Oh, my God.

That’s my Uncle Michael, and
that’s his pal, Uncle Marcus.

You mind if they come in?
He just got divorced.

– Oh, that is so sad.
– RAFE: Mm, yeah.

– Come on in. Come on in.
– Come on.

– Oh, hell, no.
– Come on, kids. Let’s go.

– Uh, yeah.
– Oh, no.

– No, yeah.
– Uh-uh.

– It’s real.
– No, not at all.

– Yeah.
– No, sir.

– Nuh-uh.
– Yeah.

– Uh-uh.
– Yeah.

[BLACK EYED PEAS’
“RITMO” PLAYING]

[CLUBGOERS CLAMORING EXCITEDLY]

Kelly, what’s the target QTH?

KELLY [OVER RADIO]:
Second level. VIP platform.

– I have eyes on.
– Up top.

♪ This is the rhythm
Of the night ♪

Hi, baby.

♪ Tonight’s like fuego ♪

♪ We about to spend
The dinero ♪

[SIGHS]

♪ We party to the extremo ♪

♪ Extremo, extremo ♪

[CHIMING, BEEPS]

Target confirmed.

DORN [OVER RADIO]: Platform is one way
in, one way out.

We got him cornered.

Man on his two-side
has a 55, hot.

Stay with the A-plan.

Kelly, you’re on
Zway-Lo’s bodyguard.

KELLY:
Copy.

[CROWD CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

MARCUS: Mike,
how you think she DJ like that?

She must got some
strong ass muscles.

Look, I’m gonna be honest
with you, Mike.

– I ain’t had sex in a long time.
– Whoa, whoa.

Yeah, too long. Too long.
I be thinking of shit.

– Crazy shit, Mike.
– Marcus.

I feel like
I’m locked up since…

Hey, Marcus, you know
they can hear you?

It’s too loud. They can’t
hear us. They can’t hear us.

Look, look, sometime
I go to the Internet,

and I see some weird shit
on there.

– I saw a man put his…
– MIKE: Marcus.

– Marcus.
– What?

We can hear you.

Oh! Oh! Ha, ha!

That’s a little jokey joke.
Y’all didn’t hear that, did you?

[LAUGHING]

– In position.
– KELLY: Setting up.

Mike, Marcus, meet you
at the top.

DORN: Mike and Marcus
moving, stairs right.

Rita on the move, stairs left.

– Everybody in position?
– Set.

– KELLY: Set.
– Set.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
That dress is incredible, girl.

– You got style.
– RITA: Oh, hi.

– Thank you.
– Yeah.

Stand by. Stand by.
Stand by.

RITA: I can’t.
I’m here with my girlfriends.

Mm, they can come too, baby.

Ah, I can’t tonight.

Knee him in his balls,
and let’s go.

– From Tétouan. Mwah.
– From Tétouan.

– Bye, baby. Ha, ha!
– Bye, baby.

MIKE: Why’d she wear that?
That is not a undercover dress.

You should’ve wore
something… undercover.

Happy birthday.

RAFE:
Yo, yo, yo, everybody!

Let’s make some noise!

– [CROWD CHEERING]
– [AIR HORN BLOWS]

We got a special guest
in the house! It’s his birthday!

Let’s wish him
a birthday on one!

Three, two, one.

ALL:
Happy birthday!

We love you, Zway-Lo!

Hey! Yeah!

– [CHANTING] Zway-Lo! Zway-Lo!
– Top of the world, baby!

– Zway-Lo! Zway-Lo!
– Happy birthday, dickhead.

[JENNIFER LOPEZ’S “DINERO”
PLAYING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

♪ I just want the green
Want the money ♪

♪ Want the cash flow… ♪

– Yeah!
– Yeah!

[MARCUS WHOOPING]

– Yeah! Yeah!
– MARCUS: Yeah!

[MIKE & MARCUS WHOOPING]

– MIKE: Yeah!
– You going to jail, motherfucker.

When I say “criminal,”
you say “jail.”

– Criminal.
– Jail.

– Criminal.
– Jail.

Miami PD! Freeze.

♪ In love with the money ♪

♪ So no need to mingle ♪

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

♪ Back it up ♪

BOTH:
Damn!

I told you he was an athlete.

– MIKE: We gotta jump.
– MARCUS: I’m not jumping.

– He’s getting away! Jump now!
– Shit!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Zway-Lo!

– [ENGINE REVVING]
– [TIRES SCREECHING]

Get out of the way!

– I need this. I need it.
– Hey, whoa!

– Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.
– What you doing?

– Hey, hold on!
– Official police business.

– That’s my car!
– This is the police.

MIKE:
Back up!

– What the fuck?
– Come on!

It is of no advantage for me

to jump off the fucking thing
if you take the stairs!

I told your ass
I wasn’t jumping!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

DORN:
Zway-Lo turned left on 2nd Ave.

– MARCUS: Shit! Whoa!
– Ugh!

[HORNS HONKING]

– Putting your seat belt on?
– Yeah.

– That’s how we do it now?
– You’re damn right.

Number one’s on my ass!

MARCUS:
Crossing 395 into Overtown.

Whoa, Mike. Overtown’s a no-go.

Zway got people here.
Dangerous people.

We’re dangerous people.

MARCUS:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Shit, whoa!

Damn Nerf gun,
rubber bullet bullshit.

They shooting slugs,
we firing gummy bears.

Mike, pull over for a minute.
I need to tell you something.

– Pull over?
– Yeah.

One second. Let me see
if Zway will pull over.

Zway-Lo! Marcus needs
to pull over for a second!

Hey, can we get a time-out?

Damn it, Mike, I need
to tell you something!

– What?
– I made a promise to God.

– To who?
– To God.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Look, I told the Lord
that if you made it through

that I would make
no more violence.

He definitely knew
you was bullshitting with that.

Violence is what we do.

– [ENGINE REVVING]
– [TIRES SCREECHING]

It’s about your soul, Mike.

Our job is to protect and serve.

You’re damn right. I’m about
to serve this bitch right now.

[♪♪♪]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

[♪♪♪]

– MIKE: Oh, shit! What…?
– MARCUS: Oh, shit.

Oh, look at that!

– Damn!
– Oh!

That is some Elephant Man shit
right there.

– Yo, you see that?
– Oh!

– Yeah, I see it.
– Hey, stop it.

– It’s calling me, Mike.
– What? Leave it…

I can’t help it,
but it’s calling me.

Stop it. What the hell
is wrong with you?

Just leave it alone.

Yo, leave it alone.

– Leave… Marcus.
– Ahh!

– You’re gonna pop that shit!
– That shit nasty!

– Then leave it alone.
– Oh, shit. Oh!

– Damn.
– Oh…

Just leave it alone! Let’s…

One more time.
One more again.

[MOTORCYCLES APPROACHING]

Overtown is waking up.
Let’s go.

– MARCUS: AMMO, where you at?
– Got jammed up.

– Hitting Overtown now.
– Gear up.

[♪♪♪]

– [TIRES SCREECHING]
– [ENGINES REVVING]

Come on.

[ENGINE STARTS, REVVING]

Fuck!

We got your man!

– MARCUS: Shit!
– MIKE: I’ll kill his ass!

MARCUS:
Oh, shit!

Stop it! Wake up, Zway-Lo!

Wake up! Wake up!
Wake your ass up!

Coach Burnett?

Dickhead.

– Ahh!
– Still think I’m a dickhead?

Zway-Lo, who wants to kill me?

Shit, everybody wanna kill you.

MARCUS:
Yeah, I told you, Mike.

[IN SPANISH]

MARCUS:
What’s he saying?

What’s he saying?

[GUNS COCKING]

– Y’all both dying tonight.
– MIKE: Coming up.

MARCUS:
Oh, shit.

Thank you, God!

[GROANING]

Why’d you let him get away?!

Lay suppression fire!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[♪♪♪]

– Oh, shit!
– Get in!

– There’s a pit bull!
– Hey, come on!

Wanna get bit,
you wanna get shot?

– Whoa! Ahh!
– Come on! Let’s go!

– Oh, shit.
– What you got?

It’s like an angry white man’s
basement in here.

[ENGINE REVVING]

– Shit, a fucking grenade.
– Pull it.

– Pull it!
– This ain’t fucking Vietnam!

– Hang on to it, then.
– Damn you, Mike!

[BOTH YELL]

Oh, shit!

– Ahh!
– Come on, man! What else you got?

Ahh! Oh, yeah!

– Shoot that shit!
– No, no, Mike!

I made a promise
to God! No more violence.

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

Who do you think
sent you that weapon?

– I don’t know!
– That is God’s gun!

– It is?!
– Sent in your time of need.

Well, shit!
I do need it now!

Yes. You are a vessel
for the Lord’s work.

– Yeah, I’m a vessel.
– Like David and Goliath.

– Yeah, David with the slingshot.
– Yes! That is your slingshot!

– Yeah!
– To smite thine enemies!

You know what?
Bad boys of the Bible, baby!

– Exactly! Amen? Amen?
– Amen! Amen!

[YELLING]

– Shit!
– Where are your glasses?

– I don’t need no damn glasses!
– You ain’t hitting shit!

[♪♪♪]

Oh! Oh, oh!

– Oh!
– Oh!

Let’s go!

MARCUS:
Shit! Oh!

– Get that ATV! I got the six!
– Oh!

[♪♪♪]

Yes!

No!

Mike! Mike! Mike!
What the hell you doing?!

Oh! Lord, I don’t wanna die
this way!

– Mike!
– Oh, shit!

– My bad, my bad.
– Damn right, that’s your bad!

[♪♪♪]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Oh, shit.

[GRUNTS]

Oh!

Oh, shit!

[♪♪♪]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Oh, shit! Ahh!

MARCUS:
Mike! Mike!

– Ahh!
– Whoa!

Oh, oh!

[GROANING]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS, YELLS]

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪]

[IN SPANISH]

Get out of the fucking way!

[SCOFFS]

[WATER SPLASHES]

Haste el fuego.

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[SHOUTS]

[GASPS]

[♪♪♪]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Hey, Dorn. I need you.

Hey, hey, look.

I been there before. Many times.

It’s gonna be all right.

That’s Zway-Lo’s phone.
Can you break it?

– Yeah. What am I looking for?
– Who he’s talking to. Call logs.

And I’m gonna need you
to hurry up just a little bit.

Okay, but I’m gonna
have to go on the dark side.

All right. You good with that?

Yeah.

– Yeah.
– Yeah. Let’s do it.

[TYPING RAPIDLY]

Dorn, he’s a big guy.

How’d he get so good
at this stuff?

– What stuff?
– Tech shit.

– He looks like a killer.
– Is. Used to be a bouncer.

Guy one night was getting
physical with a woman…

Yeah, big man lost it.
Hit him.

– Bastard dropped dead.
– Avoided the fight ever since.

Here we go.

MIKE:
Give me the last two months.

Shit.

Mexico.

What are you after here?

All right. To each one
of those numbers,

I need you to text the phrase,
“Hasta el fuego.”

DORN:
Done.

All right. I got it. Thank you.

– You sure?
– I got it. Go.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[CELL PHONE BUZZES]

We’re shut down.

– What?
– What do you mean, shut down?

AMMO’s done.

I’m sorry.

Look, everything’s
gonna be all right.

Trust me on this, okay?

Everything’s gonna be all right.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[PANTING]

[GROANS]

[DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES]

Mm-mm.

MARCUS:
Mike.

You all right?

I think he’s my son.

What?

[SIGHS]

Twenty-four years ago,
before we partnered up, um…

Captain Howard pulled me
right out of the academy.

Uh, nobody knew who I was.

He sent me in undercover
with the Aretas cartel.

Sorenson.

Weber.

Vargas. Carver.

All of the victims
were on that case.

This is revenge.

Yeah, Mike, but you
weren’t on that case.

My name wasn’t on it.

That’s how deep I was.

I was Ricky Rollins.

Benito Aretas.

He’s dead, Mike.
He ain’t after you.

Not him.

His wife.

Isabel.

I was her driver.

We connected so… deep.

We talked about everything.
She showed me the whole game.

How to walk it, how to talk it,
put clothes on it.

She made Mike Lowrey.

– We fell in love.
– Heh.

Are you telling me
the one time that you…?

Isabel Aretas.

The one time.

Takedown was coming.
DEA, ATF, everybody.

And I was gonna ghost
the whole operation.

Me and Isabel were gonna
run away with each other.

What made you change your mind?

They call her La Bruja.

The Witch.

[PRAYING IN SPANISH]

MIKE:
She is into some dark shit.

Santa Muerte.

That woman…

was a stone-cold killer.

So I had to put
the woman I love

behind bars
for the rest of her life.

Chose the badge, and I’ve been
choosing it ever since.

Mike, you fucked
a married witch?

So all the shit I just said,
and that was your takeaway?

No, it’s just a lot to digest.

You think
you know somebody and…

Well, hell, now it explains why
you dress like a drug dealer.

So you wanna hear
this shit or you don’t?

Sorry. But you don’t know
that’s your son, Mike.

You don’t know
who that witch was fucking.

Benito Aretas
couldn’t have kids.

Isabel gave birth in prison,
eight months after her arrest.

“Hasta el fuego.”
He said that to me

before I jumped
from the chopper.

Me and Isabel made that up.

It’s not even real Spanish.

It’s some shit
we said to each other.

It meant like, “We’ll be
together until we burn.”

[IN SPANISH]

– Nah, Mike.
– Marcus, he’s the right age.

He’s crazy like me.
He’s ruthless like me.

He’s fearless like me.

He’s the fucked-up me.

No, Mike.

You the fucked-up you.

You jumping to conclusions.
All right?

Shit’s gonna work itself out.
You gotta trust that.

Yeah…

You’re right.

Oh, man.

Aw.

I love you, man.

I love you, man.

– I gotta go. All right?
– Mike.

Mike.

[♪♪♪]

[PASSENGERS CHATTERING]

MARCUS: Let me get past you there, sir.
Sorry there. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

[GRUNTS]

That’s the right spot
for me right there.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Seat right there.

Let me get by you.
Watch your toes.

Watch your toes there.

It’s all right. There you go.

[SIGHS]

No, Marcus.

I’m not letting you go

on a suicide mission
alone, Mike.

This is on me.

I’m not letting anybody else
get killed dealing with my shit.

Mike, she’s a bruja.

She’ll make your eyes melt
into your stupid-ass head.

She’ll make your dick fall off.

I meant penis.

You should be minding
your own business anyway.

Marcus, please go home.

We fly together.
We die together.

– What?
– Oh, no.

That’s just something we say.

It’s all good. It ain’t…

Oh, I can see how that
got y’all a little…

Uh, where y’all from?
Where you from?

So, what you gonna do
when you see him?

You really gonna
put your son behind bars?

No. I’m gonna kill him.

[SCOFFS]

Kill him?

You really gonna kill
your own son, Mike?

I’m gonna put him
in a fucking bag.

– You mind if we switch seats?
– Yeah, please.

Excuse me.

You realize
you will go to hell?

– I don’t believe in hell, Marcus.
– Well, it believes in you.

I mean, killing your own son.

Brother, that’s a darkness
that swallows you whole.

Well, maybe I already
been swallowed.

I died, remember?

I’m ending this shit, man.

[CHUCKLING]

I should have known
he was your son.

Because the way
he whupped your ass, Mike.

That was a ass-whupping
straight from thy own loins.

A supernatural ass-whupping.

– Mm-mm.
– Well…

Mm-mm.

[STAMMERS]

[CHUCKLES]

Can I be the godfather?

You know
what you can be, Marcus?

– What?
– Quiet.

– Oh, I should be quiet?
– Yeah.

All right, you just had
a warlock baby with La Bruja

who’s trying to kill
your ass, probably mine too,

sucking our blood
and all of that shit,

but I should be quiet.

Yeah. Yeah, okay, Mike.

[SIGHS]

How you fuck a witch
without a condom?

You wrap that shit up, man.

Hey, my man.
We need to change seats.

Yep. Okay.

[TLEN HUICANI’S
“LA BRUJA” PLAYING]

[♪♪♪]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Mike y Marcus.

This makes us even
for Miami.

[CHIRPS]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[BEEPS]

Yo, we hot.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

– You called them again.
– Hey, Rita called me.

– What’s up, fellas?
– Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Hola.

I feel better when they’re here.

Yeah, me too.

Whoa, where’d you get
all the toys?

RITA:
DEA station in Cuernavaca.

We capture her,
they take the credit.

Get ourselves killed, they’ve
got nothing to do with it.

All eyes on me.

I’m the bait.
We meet at Hidalgo Palace.

It’s an old hotel
outside the city.

I’ll keep her talking
till you guys spot the shooter.

– What if she just shoots you?
– Nah, she’s gonna wanna talk.

We, uh… have history.

Okay. Snatch and grab.
We get them,

and we’re on a plane
to the States by dawn.

Dorn, get me a floor-plan
satellite image.

We’ll have eyes
on the outside and…

on the inside.

Hey. Nobody touches the shooter.
He’s mine.

Uh, yes, he is.

[♪♪♪]

You, uh, coloring a little bit
outside the lines today, huh?

Don’t die.

You make sure we both come home.

[♪♪♪]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[DRONE BUZZING]

DORN: No identifiable threats.
Monitoring channels inside.

Jamming everything in case

they’re running
countersurveillance.

No way she’s here alone.

It’s the cartel. She’s gonna
have serious backup.

Marcus is moving
towards the back.

Marcus, we’re covering
your position from the sky.

Still nothing.

Moving in closer.

[RATS SQUEAKING]

[♪♪♪]

Hola, Ricky.

[IN SPANISH]

Hola, Isabel.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

I’m gonna kill her myself.

[IN ENGLISH]
Keep it.

Where is he?

ISABEL [IN SPANISH]:

This is some
real telenovela shit.

[♪♪♪]

Ah…

Shit!

I just lost all comms.

– Fuck. AMMO?
– Marcus, come in.

– Shit.
– They’re jamming us.

They know we’re here.
This is fucked.

– I can’t get back in.
– Still got Baby Barry

on an outside frequency.

[IN SPANISH]

Mm.

[IN ENGLISH]
It was gonna be a surprise.

After we ran away.

[♪♪♪]

I’m seeing tactical movement.

Twenty to 30 threats
forming a perimeter.

We gotta go.

– Alt points of entry?
– Here.

That cold airflow could be
a laundry exhaust.

How could you do this
to our son?

My son.

Who does he think I am?

Exactly who you are:

The coward, the traitor…

[CURSING IN SPANISH]

Don’t do this.

[ARMANDO WHISTLES]

[WHISTLES]

[SIGHS]

Keep it moving, detective.

[♪♪♪]

[GUNS RACKING]

ARMANDO:
You see that?

Drop it.

MIKE:
Let’s go!

Let’s go!

What you gonna do?

– Hasta el fuego.
– MARCUS: Whoa.

No “el suego.”
That means fire, right?

– Cállate.
– No, no “cate.”

You and this man need to talk.

– It’s life-changing shit.
– Shut the fuck up.

– Easy on the barrel! Easy!
– Marcus, relax.

Mike, it’s lack of communication
that got this shit fucked up.

He needs to tell you something.
You ain’t gonna like it,

but you need to hear it.

[MARCUS GROANS]

[♪♪♪]

[BUZZING]

[MEN YELLING IN SPANISH]

[GROANS]

Oh, shit!

[SHOUTS]

MARCUS: Yo, Mike,
they’re moving up to the chopper!

Marcus!

[♪♪♪]

[GUN CLATTERS ON GROUND]

– Put your glasses on!
– What the hell was that?

That was a bad throw!

[SHOUTING IN SPANISH CONTINUES]

MARCUS:
Yo, Mike, careful!

You were right
about the glasses.

I been telling your ass
that shit for years.

Shit, this is like HD!

Go! Go! Go!

[♪♪♪]

Contact! Twelve o’clock!

[SCREAMS]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Go! Go, go, go!

[MARCUS GRUNTS]

Hey, Isabel and the shooter
went up the stairs.

Can you cover us?

– Kelly! Flank right!
– Copy!

– Rafe, pan left! Push!
– Copy that!

– Dorn, follow Rafe!
– DORN: Yup!

Hey, big man.

I’m gonna need you
to hurt some people.

I’ll pay for therapy,
all right?

I’m gonna need it. Seriously.

– Yeah, I got you.
– I’ll hold the middle.

– You push hard for the stairs.
– Push hard for the stairs.

Yeah.

Hey. It’s good shit, lieutenant.

You too, detective.

You ain’t such a dumbass
after all.

On me!

Go!

[♪♪♪]

Transition!

[ALL GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

Go!

Shit.

[MEN SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

– MAN 1: Shoot!
– MAN 2: Take them both!

Right there, right there!

[GROANING]

[♪♪♪]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Where the hell they getting
all these helicopters?

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

[GROANING]

[YELLS]

Mike!

– Take out the pilot!
– Take out the rotor!

– What are you aiming at?!
– The pilot!

Aim at the rotor!
If you shoot the pilot…

Got him!

[LAUGHS, STOPS ABRUPTLY]

Oh, shit!

Shit. You got
a fucked-up family, Mike.

The building’s coming down!
We gotta move!

Mike! Marcus!

Shit.

[COUGHING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[♪♪♪]

On your knees, Isabel. Get down.

Mike!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[MARCUS GROANING]

[GROANING]

[GASPING]

[GROANING]

Let that be a lesson
to your witch ass.

[♪♪♪]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[BOTH PANTING]

[GASPING]

[WHEEZING]

[COUGHING]

[GASPING]

[PANTING]

Armando…

you’re my son.

You’re my son.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

I don’t wanna fight.

[GROANS]

Uh-uh.

Stay down.

[GROANING]

I said, stay down.

[♪♪♪]

I didn’t know.

If I had known…

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[MARCUS PANTING]

Mike, what are you doing?

I’m trying
to penetrate his soul…

with my heart.

No.

No, Mike, no.

I was going through something.

– [ARMANDO GRUNTING]
– [MIKE GROANS]

Who are you?

I told you.

Liar.

[GRUNTS]

Last chance.

Who are you?

Ask your mother.

[♪♪♪]

[IN SPANISH]

Hey, y’all see
all this fuego?

– Can we take this shit outside?
– Cállate.

– Tell him!
– Tell him, mama.

[MUTTERING IN SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Is he my father?!

Yes.

Kill him.

[♪♪♪]

[ISABEL & ARMANDO
YELL IN SPANISH]

– No, no, wait, wait, wait…
– Shit.

[♪♪♪]

[GASPS]

[YELLS]

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

Lay down. Down. Down.

Oh, shit.

Mike, we gotta go.

Mike! Gotta move! Now!

Mike! We gotta go!

– [MARCUS SCREAMS]
– [YELLS]

[GROANING]

Hold me! Hold me!

Oh, shit!

Mike! Don’t let me go!
Don’t let me go! Oh, shit!

[SHOES SQUEAKING]

MIKE:
Hold on. I got you.

Mike! I can’t get to you!

MARCUS:
I can’t hold on.

Oh! Oh!

Pull me up! Mike, I don’t
wanna die this way!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Oh, Mike, I’m slipping.

Come on!

Hurry!
I can feel my ass cooking!

Come on.

[BUILDING CREAKING]

Let’s go! We gotta move!

[♪♪♪]

Gunshot wound, upper chest!
We need medical!

– RAFE: En route!
– DORN: All right.

– It’s okay, I got it.
– Put him down.

– We need a trauma dressing.
– RITA: Right.

[MIKE GROANING]

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Relax.

I can’t promise you
it’s gonna be all good…

after all the stuff
you’ve done, but…

I can promise you
I’m gonna be there, all right?

MARCUS:
Hey.

I’m your Uncle Marcus.

But we’ll talk about that later.

[♪♪♪]

– [MIKE LAUGHING]
– [PEOPLE CHATTERING]

MIKE:
Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

– Whoa. Hey.
– Hey.

[LAUGHS]

There we go.

– All right.
– Oh, my God.

– Wow.
– You guys.

– There it is.
– Yes. Now…

it’s time to raise
your glasses…

– to our new captain.
– To our new captain.

[ALL LAUGHING, CHEERING]

Hey, my mom says hey.

Oh, you’re not gonna let me
live that down.

Oh, and, guys, I got
some news for you.

I just started therapy.

My therapist thought
it’d be beneficial

if maybe we could hit up
a group sesh together.

– It’s super sick.
– Oh, for sure.

– Definitely.
– Yeah, we will be there.

– Marcus, let me holler at you.
– Yeah.

Uh, let me think about it.

– He want us to go to therapy.
– Yeah, I’m not going.

Ha, I’m not going.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Hey, man, look, um…

We don’t say this kind of shit
to each other, man, but just…

thank you.

[CHUCKLES]

Mike, you don’t
have to thank me.

If you wanna retire,

just know that I am not
gonna try to stop you.

You earned it.

And I will support you 100,

no matter what.

– But you’re forgetting one thing.
– Hm?

– We said for life.
– For life, baby.

[BABY CRYING]

[THERESA CHUCKLES]

– There’s my nephew.
– Yes.

– Hey.
– Little Marcus just woke up.

Okay, first things first.

Little surprise for you.

Three days at
the Marion Springs Resort.

You know, kind of
a little apology

for the spa day I crashed.

Yes, a little
quality time, baby.

– Quality time.
– Yeah, baby,

but Megan and Reggie
are on their honeymoon.

Oh, I got the baby this weekend.

Me and my AMMO squad.

You and Theresa go ahead,
have fun.

You still got
them blue pills, right?

I don’t need
no damn blue pills.

That’s what you said
about your glasses.

That baby looks good
on you, Mike.

You do look good holding
a baby, Mike.

– Yeah, you think?
– I do.

You good, Mike? Let’s go, team.

– DORN: Yep.
– Wait, nothing…

Wait, no. We said we were
doing this together.

Oh, no, I have to work.

I’ll check on you tomorrow.

– I’ll bring wine.
– Rita, stop playing. Hey, no.

Y’all all agreed that we were
all gonna stay with the baby.

Marcus,
I’ll be in the car.

– Just text my mom.
– Oh, okay, that’s not fun… No.

Okay. All right, all right. Shh.

[CRYING]

Hey.
♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do
When we come for you? ♪

[SCATTING TO “BAD BOYS”
MELODY]

No. No, we not doing that
with the next generation.

– You gotta sing it right, man.
– All right.

BOTH:
♪ Bad boys, bad boys ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Whatcha gonna do
When we come for you? ♪

[SCATTING TO “BAD BOYS”
MELODY]

I’m gone.

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR BUZZES, CLANKS]

[♪♪♪]

How you doing?

I’m paying my debt.

[SIGHS]

It’s a big one.

Opportunity may have
presented itself

for you to pay down
some of that debt.

You interested?

Yeah, man.

[♪♪♪]

Would you fuck a witch
without a condom?

I would not.

He would not, Mike.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[CHOIR VOCALIZING]

[♪♪♪]

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Soundtrack [YouTube Playlist]

 

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Synopsis

This third ‘Bad Boys’ film starts with Detectives Mike Lowery (Will Smith) and Marcus Burnett (Martin Lawrence) speeding through the streets of Miami with other cops following them. They arrive at a hospital and run inside as they head to the room where Marcus’s daughter Megan (Bianca Bethune) has given birth to a baby boy. His wife Theresa (Therese Randle) and Megan’s fiance Reggie (Dennis Greene) are there as well, informing Marcus that the boy is named after him. He proudly holds his grandson.

In a Mexican prison, inmate Isabel Aretas (Kate Del Castillo) is muttering an incantation that draws a guard’s attention. Isabel grabs a knife off the guard and stabs her, with the other inmates jumping in and stabbing her to death. Other guards take Isabel outside, only for her son Armando (Jacob Scipio) to help her kill off all the other guards. He frees her, and they return to their home to plot revenge on behalf of her late husband Benito, with Mike being their intended final target.

Armando goes to the docks to pull out a crate filled with money with intent to work with other gangsters, but these gangsters try to screw him over and take the majority shares of the money. With their guns drawn on Armando, he retaliates by stabbing everyone rapidly. He then orders the remaining men to step up if they wish to work loyally under his family. A crook named Lorenzo Rodriguez, AKA Zway-Lo (Nicky Jam), joins him.

Mike and Marcus’s fellow officers, including Captain Howard (Joe Pantoliano), gather at a bar to celebrate Marcus becoming a grandfather. They encounter a woman named Rita (Paola Nunez), who has just been promoted to lieutenant and is also Mike’s ex. She informs them that she is also now heading AMMO (Advanced Miami Metro Operations), which employs a younger team of officers. Marcus knows they are getting too old for all the crazy things they used to get into, and he urges Mike to settle down, though he disagrees. The two go outside to have a foot race, and as Mike takes the lead, Armando rides up on a motorcycle and shoots Mike down. He gets away as the officers rush to help Mike.

Mike is in critical condition. Marcus prays to God that Mike be saved, with the promise that Marcus will never bring anymore violence into the world. Rita and Howard then order AMMO – Kelly (Vanessa Hudgens), Dorn (Alexander Ludwig), and Rafe (Charles Melton) – to do what they can do investigate Mike’s shooter. Meanwhile, Isabel chastises Armando for going after Mike so soon, as she deliberately wants him to die last so that he suffers watching others die. They proceed to go after a judge, a forensics analyst, and a prosecutor, killing them all in broad daylight.

Six months later, Megan and Reggie get married, and Mike has recovered from his injuries. He delivers a speech at the wedding before later asking Marcus to help him catch the shooter, but Marcus refuses, fearing someone else will get hurt, and he insists that he is retired. After learning Mike is awake, Armando uploads his bodycam footage of him shooting Mike. He goes to Rita for help but is also met with the same refusal.

Mike takes it upon himself to find his shooter. He visits a retired criminal named Manny The Butcher (DJ Khaled) and beats his hand with a hammer until he gives up the name of a guy named Booker Grassie (Rory Markham), who would have info on the owner of the motorcycle, and therefore the shooter. Mike goes to Captain Howard, who begrudgingly has him go along with AMMO to find Grassie. Mike quickly butts heads with Rafe since he’s a smart-ass, but Kelly and Dorn respect Mike’s status as a detective.

Mike and the team go to a warehouse where Grassie is going to make a drop. Mike quickly catches that Grassie is trying to rip the guys off and will get himself killed. A shootout begins, and Mike tries to get Grassie out of there, but after fighting off the other thugs, Grassie is blown back by an explosion and is impaled by a forklift. He dies before Mike can get any info out of him.

Marcus gets a call from a snitch named Carver Remy (Ivo Nandi), who claims that Armando is following him and trying to kill him. He asks Marcus for help, who then tries to contact Mike, but he ignores Marcus since he sees him as a quitter. Eventually, Mike picks up and joins Marcus in going to find Remy, but once they get to his hotel, Remy’s body hits Marcus’s (actually Theresa’s) car. Mike runs into the hotel and fights Armando, managing to pull his mask off but finding himself stunned when he sees Armando’s face. He manages to get away.

Mike later joins Howard at a game, where the two bond as Howard expresses his genuine concern and care for Mike. As they are leaving, a bullet strikes Howard in the throat. Armando and Zway-Lo are behind it, but since Mike knows he is in plain sight, he pulls Howard away and stays behind a car, giving Armando no clear shot. Mike tries to revive Howard, but he dies. After his funeral, Marcus officially decides to join Mike in catching the shooter.

Mike and Marcus go off to find a shady broker named Picante Jenkins (Happy Anderson) for a lead on their shooter. They enter Jenkins’ motel room where he is coked out of his mind. Marcus tries to appeal to him on a personal level, but it only gets him punched hard. AMMO soon comes in, with Marcus having called them, and they tase Jenkins to the ground. After getting Jenkins’ files, they recognize Zway-Lo and plan to track him next.

The team goes to a club where they find Zway-Lo. After attempting to arrest him, he runs for it, and the team must fight his goons. Mike and Marcus hop on a motorcycle and sidecar, with Marcus having to break his promise to God and use a machine gun to fight off the incoming thugs. They ride into the streets to pursue Zway-Lo, who then attempts to board a chopper ladder. Mike runs off and latches onto the ladder as well. Armando shoots Zway-Lo off to get a better shot at Mike. He tells him “Hasta el fuego” before Mike lets go and falls into the water.

Back at headquarters, Mike has Dorn look up files based on the phrase Armando said. Mike realizes Isabel is behind all of this. He explains to Marcus that before they teamed up, he was deep undercover in the Aretas cartel and he had a relationship with Isabel before he had to throw her in jail and get her husband killed. “Hasta el fuego” was a phrase they came up with that was nonsensical but was supposed to mean “Together until the flame burns out.” She was also heavily into witchery, which gave her the nickname “La Bruja”. Mike concludes that Armando is his son and that she has been grooming him for revenge, since all the victims were on the same case against the Aretas family. After realizing he knows the truth, Isabel contacts Mike and arranges for him to meet her in Mexico City to end things.

The team heads to Mexico for the final showdown, with Isabel ordering Mike to meet them in an old palace. They engage in a firefight against Isabel’s mercenaries, with the AMMO officers proving their skills with guns, as well as physically in Dorn’s case. Marcus then shoots down a sniper chopper, causing it to come crashing down to the building and starting a fire. Armando goes to fight Mike, but he decides to confront him as a person and reveal his parentage to Armando. He asks Isabel if it’s true, and she admits that it is. She tries to shoot Mike, but Armando steps in the way and takes the bullet in the shoulder. Rita then shoots Isabel off the ledge to her death… sending her plummeting into the flaming wreckage. Marcus almost falls over too, but Armando helps Mike pull him up and get them out of there.

Later on, the team is getting along better and they celebrate as Rita has been promoted to become the new captain. Mike and Marcus then bond with Baby Marcus, singing the “Bad Boys” song to him.

Before the credits roll, Mike visits Armando in prison, offering him a chance to make up for his crimes. Armando appears to be interested.