Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you think it is?
Diamond exchange?
Let me holler at him for a second.
No, you won't.
Nothing in the truck?
Sign in, please.
Jesus Christ!
I was gonna take you to dinner next week.
Get out of the car.
ENSON: What happened to the other two?
Right, exactly.
TEACHER: Recess is over. Come on, kids. Come line up.
All right, boss, let's go. Let's go. Shitheads!
Great fathering!
TGIF huh...
Put you in handcuffs, drag you down to the station?
before they go to the shredders and get out clean...
(SOFTLY) What the fuck?
Not only that, but they played football in high school at Long Beach Poly.
Like, I've seen him a few times, but, you know, I don't associate myself...
Where you from?
We wore the same number, 55, right?
Tac up, brother.
You recognize him?
When did he parole again?
(CLOSES CASH DRAWER)
Shit.
So you spent some time at Wayside?
What was so hot, then?
Nick's heading to the front. We're on the move.
Hey, Donnie, come here, man.
What's for dinner? You smell like alcohol, Nick.
You may have a little pecker for a black dude.
So am I under arrest, or can I leave?
We're waiting on clearance.
Hey, where are we with the chopper?
Get up.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Out of the way, Nick. Get out of the way, Nick.
Good morning, fellow officers.
The fuck? Nick, what's your location?
(SIGHS)
One of you guys handle it?
Your choice! Go!
I like him. Ballsy.
MERRIMEN: Tie them up.
Why the fireworks?
Yo.
You understand? Got it.
BOSCO: Don't you move, motherfucker!
They look great on you. Look at that.
You ready to roll, Ray?
They stole a fucking empty armored truck?
Hey! Look at me.
but you've got to pay this time. NICK: I'm not paying it.
What happened to the cash?
That's for you, Fraulein.
It's my baby.
Yeah. Yes, sir.
When you see Chief pull into the parking lot.
Please don't be the asshole who forces me to use them.
Those dudes are bad dudes.
Say again? Russell?
Fraulein,
Okay, we're at a stop, stop, stop.
WOMAN: Please, Lord, please, let me see my family again.
He's hot like a motherfucker.
Yup.
So what's up with this dude?
No center mass shots. Limb and head shots only.
but we run a tight, tight ship around here,
Johnny, we're fucking brown again, man.
Sit. Sit down.
but, for some reason, they left him alone.
You need to fucking look at me when I'm talking to you.
shredders in the count rooms, everything else cuts out.
Say the nigga can drive. He be cool.
RUSSELL: Let's lock it down. JOHNNY: Copy.
You. Get up.
Wow.
Where did Marcus take those rounds?
Here, take mine. Take mine.
We need to find that fucking truck.
They clear the bank, we take them down.
Fuck y'all, man. Let me go.
(SNIFFLES)
It's all right. It's all right.
so he gave me a job.
Okay. (WHISTLES)
Donnie, I'm tapped out. No problem.
They took the truck, Gardena police lost them under Hawthorne Municipal.
Fuck!
Are there always so many cops in here?
McKenna!
DONNIE: (OVER RADIO) Powering up EMP now.
If we can get to those unfit bills
(CHUCKLES)
I'm gonna hit the... No, you're not.
I'm asking you a fucking question.
Who's running this crew?
Go on. Buzz him in.
They run the notes through the counting machines.
They don't tell me.
Come on, man. Follow me. Yeah, yeah.
I'm going to step out for a minute.
Fraulein, you're up. Yeah.
So I need you to pick up the phone,
Blew the depot vault with shaped charges.
Mama.
(BEEPING)