infrared sensors are online.
- Confirming target.
- SecDef is arriving now.
Mr. Secretary, this way, sir.
Attempting cell phone link
to moving target.
Stand by for data feed.
Stand by for audio.
Got it.
Now, dont tell me you
spotted the beard...
in the middle of a
goddamn sandstorm.
- Is it really him?
Were confirming
that now, sir.
Sir, audio is coming up now.
- Verifying voice
pattern match.
Wh
Bad Boys 2 Script
Ja, all this is under control.
A hundred and fifty million dollars and my dope is on the way.
Today is gonna be a good day.
We are 84 degrees north, 6 degrees west.
The cargos being dropped.
Good.
- Do you want to see his gun? - Yeah.
Bang. Bang.
Sorry, Johnny.
Fucking bitches.
Infrareds got a live one on the water.
Air Force Stallion C-7 to Coast Guard.
Weve got a fast-moving c
a QUONSET HUT, a TRUCK-MOUNTED RADAR DISH scans the area, with
INFRARED GATLING GUNS mounted on either side.
BOND - AT THE ROCK OUTCROPPING -
Props his rife on the boulder, and peers through the GUN SIGHT.
THROUGH THE TELESCOPIC SIGHT -
He sees a closer (but still wide) telescopic view of men bargaining
over weapons, and forklifts loading/unloading crates of munitions.
THE SAME SCENE ON A VID
middle-
eastern dignitary. Tuxedoes men escort their diamond-encrusted
ladies through the huge front doors, where they doff their
overcoats and are politely scanned with hand-held metal
detectors by white gloved security staffers.
The walled perimeter of the house runs along the lake, forming
a kind of rampart. There is an opening, to a kind of waterway
or canal, which connects to the private doc
infrared port is.
Hold on.
You can never pay too much
for good intelligence.
Or a good hooker.
The ball is up.
Were receiving.
Now, please, join with me
in counting us down...
...into Chinas new future.
Ready?
Three.
Two.
One!
What is it?
Whats wrong?
Is it Y K?
Is it Y K?
No, no. It cant be.
Not in my city!
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year.
Coming at you.
Okay, I got him.
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