Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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