Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Target confirmed.
MARCUS: Mike, how you think she DJ like that?
[BLACK EYED PEAS' "RITMO" PLAYING]
Spare me the street knowledge, grandpa. Nobody asked.
[♪♪♪]
- There it is. - Yes. Now...
[GUNSHOTS]
It's the cartel. She's gonna have serious backup.
No, Mike.
- Fuck. AMMO? - Marcus, come in.
Hundreds of investigations, operations...
- You're gonna pop that shit! - That shit nasty!
Damn it! Look, you are the navigator, okay?
so as not to be trampled by the horse.
it's time to raise your glasses...
This is revenge.
Mike, the man is an accountant. We just need to talk to him.
Hey, go back to that last shot. The chain.
- No, uh-uh. - No! No!
[♪♪♪]
Judge Leon Sorenson was shot
BOTH: Damn!
- We said for life. - For life, baby.
You good, Mike? Let's go, team.
Go! Go! Go!
[CHUCKLES]
- Carmelita shot the wrong twin! - Oh, shit.
affectionately known as Uncle Mike.
And the guy gets up, all dusty, and he goes:
I'll be outside when you get your shit together.
- Marcus. - What?
Oh, shit.
All right, you just had a warlock baby with La Bruja
- [CHANTING] Zway-Lo! Zway-Lo! - Top of the world, baby!
We're not just black, we're cops too.
Man, Theresa does not want your ass sitting at home,
[PITBULL & LIL JON'S "DAMN I LOVE MIAMI" PLAYING]
Now, I recognize that this is a difficult situation.
- What? - What do you mean, shut down?
Mama.
What did he take from you, Mike?
- Put your glasses on! - What the hell was that?
[♪♪♪]
Excuse me, Mr. Lowrey.
[PANTING]
[TLEN HUICANI'S "LA BRUJA" PLAYING]
You coded out, Mike, three times.
[♪♪♪]
[SIGHS]
What? What happened to bad boys one last time?
Sorry.
- [MARCUS SCREAMS] - [YELLS]
Mike, you fucked a married witch?
HOWARD: Cool down. Keep walking.
- [MIKE LAUGHING] - [PEOPLE CHATTERING]
- [KNIFE SLICES] - [GROANS]
When's the last time you had sex?
This is not a raid. It's surveillance.
I am so sorry about that.
- Is that Manny's car? - Yeah.
You're damn right. I'm about to serve this bitch right now.
Who in the hell wanna sing that song?
♪ Miami where All that ass from ♪
♪ Want the cash flow... ♪
I meant penis.
Can you hear me?
You're my son.
You said if I went out there, I was gonna get somebody killed.
- [LAUGHS] - [BULLET WHIZZES]
Dear God...
- Yeah, I'm a vessel. - Like David and Goliath.
Ah! Mike, Mike, fucking chill, man.
Hey, can we get a time-out?
My therapist thought it'd be beneficial
MARCUS: Yo, Mike, careful!
[PANTING]
- Let's move. - Let's wait.
You know, Mike, heh...
Where are your glasses? You need to put your glasses on.
Yeah, man.
REPORTER 1 [ON TV]: A drive-by shooting
She must got some strong ass muscles.
is that I'll be running down criminals till I'm 100.
[GROANING]
Knee him in his balls, and let's go.
- Mike! Mike! - Miami PD! Get down!
Ah! Marcus!
The Witch.
Now it's time to be good men.
[SNIFFS]
Mike! Don't let me go! Don't let me go! Oh, shit!
- No, yeah. - Uh-uh.
DORN [OVER RADIO]: Platform is one way in, one way out.
Who the fuck did this?!
They know we're here. This is fucked.
Uh, yeah.
- A nine? Oh, sh... - Yeah, man.
It is of no advantage for me
[SUCKS TEETH]
Get your damn finger out my face.
There you go.
[♪♪♪]
Mike! I can't get to you!
You look like a ghost, man.
[BRAKES SQUEALING]
[PRISONERS CLAMORING]
You may kiss the bride.
Oh...
- You know I shot some people. - Yeah.
- Ahh! - Whoa!
[♪♪♪]
Just let them both be Buddhist, Cap.
All right. You good with that?
[GROANS]
[CHUCKLES]
- Dorn, follow Rafe! - DORN: Yup!
Shooters shoot!
Ah...
- What you mean? Like, one to 10? - Yeah, 10 being...
but they were bad guys, all of them.
MARCUS: Yo, Mike, they're moving up to the chopper!
- His records are a mess. - Surprising.
Whatever, man.
Where the hell is your ride?
A little Gorilla Glue will make that just fine.
If you get involved,
[ALL LAUGHING, CHEERING]
- Hell, who doesn't? - All right.
Don't disrespect me like that because you don't know.
Yep. Okay.
RITA: So tell us. Judge, prosecutor, criminal informant,
You just gonna quit?
- You mind if we switch seats? - Yeah, please.
- Go, go, go! - What'd she do? What'd you do?
[BUS HORN BLARING]
This raid is strictly nonlethal.
all of our fears and traumas.
You jumping to conclusions. All right?
Running to see baby Marcus.
Get him.
How pissed would you say she was?
[IN SPANISH]
I swear to you,
Never felt better.
- You sure you're fine? - Oh, shit. Rita.
- and he sure looks dead. - Cap. Ah...
Let's load up!
[ENGINE STARTS, REVS]
watching that little boy grow.
Guys, let's run Cap through what we got on the case.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Coach Burnett?
You okay?
And, Reggie, Megan, I would like to share it with you.
Too slow.
- Is that Diego or his twin? - Shh!
- No doubt. It's in the eyes. - Mm-hm.
This is a bad idea.
What? Not me. He's the one that told me.