Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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