Blind Cop 2

- After two years out of the limelight,

former superstar cop, Blind Cop, is now back.

Are you ready?

Mm-hmm.

Let's go!

Let's go!

All right, nobody fucking move!

No, no, please!

Open the fucking register!

Please, don't shoot!

The next one goes in your fucking skull, man!

Oh, god, please!

Oh, yeah?

Are you gonna keep fucking crying,

or are you gonna put the money in the fucking bag?

What the fuck is this?

Is this all you have?

Come on, man, we gotta move.

Go, go, go, go.

Oh, for fuck--

OK, OK.

Fuck me.

Goddammit!

Hey!

- Whoa! - Move!

I thought he was freaking retired, man!

Just get in the car!

OK.

OK, Calm down.

Come on, let's go to the car. Come on.

Start the car!

Start the car! He's coming!

He's coming!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Shit.

Ah, fuck you!

Fuck!

You can't just go around killing people, Blind Cop.

They're not people, Chief.

They're criminals.

- Look, he was a friend to all of us.

Chief.

- I know because he was your partner, it must be even hard--

Chief.

I don't wanna talk about it.

OK.

And, Blind Cop, look into where those thieves

got their military-grade firepower from if you can.

And please, no more trouble like we had today.

Hey, Blind Cop.

Hey, my name is Schmidty.

Uh, I'm a huge fan.

Um, I was actually about to put in an application

'cause, I mean, I wanna make a difference, like you.

I don't know.

Do you have any advice for a guy like me?

Give it up, kid.

You're only gonna get yourself killed.

Cock-sucking fucking keys.

- Can you hear which way he went?

I can't track him.

Something's obscuring my senses.

All right, stay here.

I'm gonna go check around the corner.

Be careful, partner.

Mac.

Mac.

Whoa, whoa, hey.

Whoa, Blind Cop, it's me.

Oh, Mac.

You always were the only one who could sneak up on me.

He got away.

Damn.

- Let's just inform the chief, and then we'll

just call it a day, all right?

We'll pick this up in the morning.

- Hey, Mac, there's, uh, something

I've been meaning to tell you.

I, uh--

You're hit.

Blind Cop!

--on the corner of 35th and West.

Two assault weapons were found at the scene.

This follows the worrying recent increase

in illegal arms trafficking throughout the city.

Police currently have no leads on to where

these weapons are coming from, and

there is no current comment from Blind Cop.

No, no, no, no, do not do this.

No, no, do not do this.

No.

No.

Hey, Blind Cop, how are you doing, man?

- Where the hell is Dimitri?

Uh, he's sick.

I watch store while he get better.

- Can he ID those two punks that shot up this place or not?

No.

They wear masks.

Don't worry about it.

I took care of them.

This is great news.

So you've got the money.

- You'll have to call the office.

I do this.

I do this.

One moment please.

Hello?

No, I hold.

Yes.

I need to speak to Collateral Damage Department.

Yes.

I hold.

Hello.

Yes, they came into my store yesterday.

And they shot up everything.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I hold. I hold.

Yes. Yes.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Frog.

It's for you.

Blind Cop, we got something.

- The fire from the truck put him

in a very critical condition, third-degree

burns all over his body.

The doctor say any sudden stress could put him at serious risk

of heart failure.

Oh, and one more thing before you question him.

He's with--

Shit.

What is this?

A poker chip.

Don't play stupid with me!

You just dropped this shit yesterday!

- What? Don!

It's Don!

Who?

- He went to an-- to an underground poker thing.

I don't really know. Look, I just work for this gang.

- Where? - For my friend--

Where is this place, huh?

I don't know.

I-- I don't know. I don't know.

I never been. I think it's called--

- What? - The Lily Pad!

Who are you working for?

- I don't-- I only have a name! - What?

I only have a name!

It's Frog Lips!

Frog Lips?

What kind of name is that?

I don't know, Blind Cop.

You piece of shit, criminal!

I ought to do this city a favor and end you now!

- What were you thinking, Blind Cop?

You know you can't go around torturing suspects like that.

Times have changed.

- Chief, these guys are connected to Mac's death.

I'm sure of it.

- The hell is going on around here?

Who the fuck is this?

- This is the agent sent from Internal Affairs.

Ma'am, this is Blind Cop.

- I see the sunglasses, and I smell the rum on him.

And don't tell me he still has a gun!

- Blind Cop has special abilities.

I don't give a shit.

We're facing serious legal repercussions because

of that mess back there.

We can't have a drunk operating on the force.

Chief, you heard what I said.

This could lead to answers about Mac's death.

- Chief, you promised me he wouldn't be a problem.

Chief, please.

I need this.

There has to be consequences.

- Blind Cop, I know deep down there's still

that good cop you once were.

But until you clean yourself up, I have to demote you.

And if I have any more problems with you two,

you'll both get the hammer.

And I want you to stay away from this Mac case.

I'm good, honey.

No.

We're closing up soon.

It'll be OK.

I know.

Look, I know.

I know.

Look, I'm heading back now.

I love you--

Isaac?

Isaac?

What happened?

Are you OK?

Whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Whoa!

Oh, shit!