The Bad Guys 2

(grand orchestral fanfare playing)

-(lively chatter) -(air whooshing)

Your breakfast, Mr. Soliman.

-I don't care about cantaloupe! -(gasps)

-Tastes like melon! -It will never happen again, I promise.

-Yalla, habibi, come back! -Just going to clean up.

-I'll be very fast. -I'm not done yelling at you!

Unit two, I've lost camera four.

We need eyes on the rooftop terrace.

I'm in. Okay, Mr. Shark, you're up.

SHARK (over comm): Nice work, rookie.

-I'm on my way. Yasmin told me

-I need to be more attentive. -What?

You are very attentive.

I know. That's what I told her.

Yalla, did you get a haircut?

I did.

-Thank you for noticing. -It's very nice. (chuckles)

All clear on the roof.

GUARD 2 (over comm): Copy that.

Uh, that was me.

-It-It's still Shark. -Yeah, no.

I got that. Thank you.

: All right, Mr. Piranha, go crazy.

Mr. Snake, that's your cue.

Hope your timing's right, kid.

Snake, be nice to the rookie.

It's her first heist.

I was being nice. It's just how I sound.

: Welcome to the team.

See?

-(laughter) All right.

We finished, uh, with the banter?

Let's do this.

Come on. Five.

-Four. -Three.

-Two. -One.

It's showtime.

-(guards gasping) -(alarm blaring)

Hello, Mr. Soliman.

The Bad Guys!

Remind me again:

Why didn't you just come through the front door?

-Where's the fun in that? -He loves an entrance.

Stay back, you... you monsters!

-Monsters? -(Soliman stammering)

-(whistles) -Wow.

-Did he just say "monsters"? -He did.

I wouldn't have done that.

You like monsters?

I'll show you a monster, pal.

No, no, no, no, no, no. P-Please. (stammers)

Whoa. -Okay, I see you.

-Check this out. -No, no. No, no, please. Mr. Wolf.

Oh, baby, where have you been all my life?

-(Piranha chuckles) No! No!

-No, no. Not bad. Not bad.

This is... this is a one-of-a-kind prototype.

Shiny!

-Wait. We did all this for a car? -(whimpers)

Listen, kid, the heist is never really about the loot, okay?

-It's a power move, baby. -(chuckles) -Let's go.

I-I have to say-- No, no. No, this--

It's never been driven!

Don't worry. (retches)

We brought you a little parting gift.

We're classy like that.

For me?

-(beeping steadily) -(engine starting, rumbling)

-Nice. -(whooping)

Ooh, you say the naughtiest things.

-(tires squealing) -(shouting)

No! No!

You Bad Guys will never get away with this!

-(rapid beeping) -(shouts)

(fireworks popping and whistling)

("Taking Everything" by Busta Rhymes playing)

Go bad...

Or go home.

-(whooping) -(horns honking)

After them!

-(clamoring) -Get out of the way!

-(laughs) -(bystanders screaming)

Hey, guys, watch this.

Step on it!

Do you always drive like this?

Only when it's strictly necessary.

And it's always necessary.

-(screaming) -(officers screaming)

There! The bridge! That's our exit!

I gotcha.

-Piranha, check our six. -I got it.

All clear, papo.

It's the Bad Guys!

Whoa.

Uh-oh.

Wolf, you got a secret plan, or are we just dead?

-I'll let you know in a minute. -The ramp!

-Yes? -Punch it. I have an idea.

Okay. New kid, let's see what you got.

-(officers exclaim) -(praying indistinctly)

-Rookie... -Wha-bam!

-(whooping, laughter) -Yeah, baby!

Welcome to the crew, kid.

-Call me Webs. -Ooh, punchy.

-Okay, okay. -(whooping, laughter)

I am never driving another car ever agai--

-(song stops abruptly) -(engine puttering)

Nice carbon footprint, jackass!

Classy.

Come on. Easy, now. Easy, easy.

Come on, girl. You got this.

: Ugh.

Oh, hey. Look who it is.

Get over here.

Where you been keeping yourselves?

Me? (scoffs)

Oh, terrific.

Fantastic.

I mean, not everyone believes it,

but, uh, the Bad Guys went good.

I'll spare you the details,

but in a nutshell, we felt the wag of doing good.

Made a couple of new friends...

Diane?

You're the Crimson Paw?

We took down Marmalade, a real bad guy.

The Crimson Paw!

Me? No, no, no. She's the Crimson Paw.

And surprised everyone

by turning ourselves in.

Yeah, we had a pretty good run as bad guys,

but sometimes you got to give up the thing you know

in order to find something better.

So here we are, law-abiding citizens

starting over with a clean slate,

and we cannot wait for society to welcome us with open arms.

And-and now you want to work, uh, at-at a bank?

Why not? Some of my best memories are at banks.