00:00 Come on, Mike, slow down.
00:02 We are late.
00:03 My stomach, Mike. I need a ginger ale.
00:06 Get a ginger ale and nothing else.
00:11 Are those dogs fresh?
00:13 For the man yesterday.
00:14 Give me one. Put some relish on that motherfucker.
00:16 Open the register.
00:18 Stay right there.
00:19 Is that Skittles on the counter, Marcus?
00:21 This ain't mine, Mike.
00:22 Yes, it is.
00:23 Get the fuck up.
00:24 Marcus, get in the car.
00:25 He has a gun to my head.
00:26 You want to deal with him or you want to deal with me?
00:27 Sorry, sir, but I gotta go.
00:30 Call 911.
00:32 Call 2 to police.
00:33 Hey, Reggie, did you eat my snacks?
00:38 No, sir.
00:39 You ate my snacks, didn't you?
00:40 You need to get a job.
00:41 I'm a U.S. Marine, sir.
00:42 Well, then you need to deploy.
00:44 Dad, look.
00:45 We now have evidence that the late Captain Conrad Howard of Miami PD
00:49 was working directly with drug cartels for years.
00:52 Captain Howard is being framed.
00:56 Let's go.
00:58 What the hell?
00:59 He's texting us from the other side.
01:01 I know he's not, Marcus.
01:03 If you're seeing this, I'm probably dead.
01:05 Fuck!
01:06 Fuckers, fuck 'em all.
01:08 I don't know how high up this shit goes, but I don't trust anybody.
01:13 You're my bad boys.
01:15 Now, clear my name.
01:16 You should be careful.
01:19 You're being set up, detectives.
01:25 ♪ ♪
01:27 We got two suspects, Lowry and Burnett.
01:33 They're armed and dangerous.
01:36 In five, four, three...
01:40 No, we can't wait for Louis! It's horrible!
01:42 I ain't no damn scientist.
01:44 Y'all are some terrible fucking fugitives.
01:48 ♪ ♪
01:51 I need nasty, Mike. Bad boy!
01:53 [screams]
01:54 I got this!
01:56 What you do, though?
01:57 [growls]
01:58 ♪ ♪
02:18 ♪ ♪
02:20 Hey, Mike.
02:21 We're soulmates.
02:22 Nah. I saw my soulmate looking different than that.
02:25 You're stuck in the physical.
02:27 Souls don't have dicks.
02:29 I'm pretty sure my soul has a dick, Marcus.
02:31 ♪ ♪
02:34 ♪ I'm going back ♪
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