Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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