Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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