Bonus Trip

Hey! I said freeze!

Jesus.

-Hey, get out of the way! -Go get this clown.

I'm in pursuit of that suspect!

Hey. What are you guys actors or something?

Oh, shit! Call an ambulance!

Fuck!

Where the fuck is it? Where the fuck is it?

- Hey! - Fuck.

What did you do to my buddies, asshole?

You knocked out the front teeth of the show's main star?

-He attacked me, sir. -No, he didn't.

I saw the security footage.

Yeah, he did. I mean, he was-- Well, he was about to.

-It was self-defense. -No.

He was an actor. He was just acting.

And you put a small-time criminal on life support?

That wasn't my fault. Technically,

it was 50-50 between the driver and the pedestrian.

Bus driver, failure to yield. Penal code 21950.

-Pedestrian, jaywalking. Penal code 6589. -Shut up.

Sir, I was just doing my job.

Your job was to address questions

to the writer on set regarding copyright issues.

Yeah, I know. But, um...

I got distracted.

Try my new product.

And cut.

So... What are you talking about, again?

The similarities are striking.

The dialogue is identical in some places.

No.

My hero is a baker...

not a chemistry teacher.

And he has leukemia.

Not cancer.

Baking Bread has nothing to do with the series you mentioned.

-What was it called again? - Breaking Bad.

Breaking Bad?

Yeah, well, your superior's accusations are all false

and, frankly, ridiculous.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey!

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

Stop resisting!

And you knocked over some very expensive LED light.

Well, got in the way.

Are you gonna pay for it?

How much for a stupid lamp?

Ah, that was an ARRI SkyPanel S60. It costs 6,800 dollars.

6,800 dollars for a...

Are you kidding me? My car costs less than that.

Uh, that's why you can't hook up with anyone.

By the way,

we're still waiting on the dentist bill

for Mr. Famous Face here.

I'm sorry, sir. I try to stay out of trouble.

I try not to cause any losses for the department.

But that guy was a green dust dealer.

And when I see drugs...

you know how I despise drugs.

The DEA stopped the green dust problem.

All that's left

are small-time dealer nobodies,

-but that's not your problem. -No, sir,

if you would just please promote me

to a real, actual field agent, I could prove it to you

that there's still green dust out there on the market!

I don't want to hear this anymore, Marshall!

-Yes, sir. -Now I struck a deal with the movie studio.

I've got a way that you can make this all up to me.

-No. -Yes.

Sir, I can't do the PR video.

I'm, like, super camera shy.

Preventing intellectual property theft

is the main facus... focus

of the NIPRCC and FBI's criminal investigation program.

Um, we specifically focus on the trade secrets

that could possibly be stolen, as well as consumer rights being...

And cut. Okay, can we start from the top?

Someone, please, we'll need a little make up on him.

Do you think maybe we could do one where he's not hiding his hand?

He's got a fake pinky finger on his left hand.

So he's being a little girl about it.

Okay. Never mind.

Hey, my nephew's a good guy. I asked you to keep him safe, didn't I?

Marshall has this way of attracting little incidents.

Little incident? It was a huge mess.

He's not supposed to get involved in any violent altercations.

I could have him at the DEA if I wanted him.

None of that mess was a part of his assignment.

His job was to ask questions to the writer on set.

I know these menial assignments don't satisfy him.

But you gotta keep him out of trouble.

I took a bullet for you in '98. That's the least you can do.

You've been bringing this up for 25 years now.

All I ask of you now is to keep my nephew safe.

I'm trying, but you know, I'm fed up with this shit.

He wrecked four cars last Friday. Four.

Chasing after some karaoke singer.

Alright.

Maybe I better bring Marshall in to the DEA

for some office work where I keep an eye on him.

I'll get you Demetrius in return.

Remind me, which one's Demetrius?

Man, that was trash.

What? What, man?

I don't know, you're just like all the other wannabe rappers.

That rich bitch, itch switch.

I don't fucking know, it's all the same, Demetrius.

I don't know, let me... Man, let me see some moves.

What the hell, man?

-Let me see something, yeah. -You done now, man?

-Come on. Go crazy, go crazy. -Alright, man.

- You just saw greatness. - Come on. Go.

Stop.

Stop.

Maybe try...

reaction videos or something. I don't know.

There's gotta be something that would just be unique. Something you're great at.

I don't know.

Hold on, what the hell?

All that dang talkin'.

You do some reaction videos.

I don't know what the hell I would--

I'll be back in a minute.

Hey, man, who is this?

Oh, shit. Sorry, sir.

I got distracted, my bad.

I'm on my way.

Alright. Damn.

Hey, man, I gotta go. I'll holler at you later or something, man.

-Appreciate you. -I'll send you the invoice.

Send me the video.

What's up, Tom?

Where are you? I called you like a hundred times.

- I'm on my way. - - Hurry, I'm pinned under heavy fire.

Why did you leave?

I told you, I'll be there in a sec.

You still in line?

Yeah, I'm hoping they don't rush me.

- How many bad guys are there? - I don't know.

- Four or five? - Four or five?

What the hell is this, World War III?

What did you do, man? - I'm doing my job.

Aw, you must be hungry.

Yo, there ain't no line over that at Leo's. I can stop and get us--

Are you kidding me? Get your ass here

and get here fast. I'm being shot at.

Relax, man. Backup's on the way.

Chill!

Yeup!

What's going on, brother man? You alright?

Cool. Let's see here.

I ain't got no time for a Rasta Pasta oxtail bowl.

I need something quick. I'm in a hurry.

-What's up? -Hey, thanks for showing up.

I'm almost out of rounds.

Sorry, I ran into a friend.

-You didn't take the decoy car, right? -Nah.

There's two up on the stairs, there's at least two more below them.

Alright, babe.

You're gonna aim?

I'm causing panic.

Is it working?

I'ma ambush them from the other side.

I'll be right back.

What's going on, y'all, man?

It's your boy, Demi,

in a real-life, actual gunfight.

Check me out.

What are you doing?

Hey, man, hush.

Nice pants, by the way.

Thank you.

I'ma take down sum ops

Make this shit go grah, Grah, grah

I'm ready for this, yeah

I'ma go pow, pow, pow

Like wow, wow, wow

Right now, now, now

Are you seriously high right now, dude?

Alright, I'm about to distract them...

until SWAT get here.

'Bout to take cover.

Don't forget to subscribe.

Oh, shit. Here they come.

Watch out, man.

Hey, you checked out my application?

Be careful.

Whoo!

-We did it, man! -Oh, especially you.

You did a little something too. I ain't mad at you.

Oh, shit!

That's the new guy who shot his partner in the foot?

I heard about him.

That's the problem I have with him, see?

He's famous.

He volunteers for undercover jobs.

He forgets to mention he's got a YouTube channel