Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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