Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mag release.
Eyes to the floor!
Now, if we've got to call it off, I get it.
Last place I'd think they'd be.
He seemed to be in charge.
my left nut.
Thank you.
You good?
Nothing.
TONY Z: Shit.
Let's go. We're going to put your sister in first.
Guys want to hang out, get a Coke or something? Appreciate you.
Kampai.
Rough night?
Yeah, I can see that.
We are back up, brother.
(SOBBING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Relax, they're not going anywhere.
Okay, sounds good. Thanks for the advice.
I don't give a fuck who you are. Are our demands being met?
Hey, Nick, you can't take down the Fed, man.
Silverback, go.
Pico Rivera Savings? 2.2?
It's organic.
All right, witnesses, donut shop guy?
My brother for life. We deployed together.
What are you doing?
Is he off his meds?
Two days ago.
And find me that fucking truck.
I'm the only guy they've got delivering today. I'm sorry.
I'm Nick. Hello.
Pull it all together, and meet me at the office.
My phone? What do you mean?
Borracho!
Fucking... Fucker!
But you need to understand...
Where'd you meet him?
DEBBIE: Okay. Mommy's okay.
Talk shop?
All right, let's go. Let's go. Let's get it done as quick as we can.
You're so full of shit, O'Brien...
This is my boy, Bosco.
He had just got out of prison from what I could tell.
Gus, Murph, you two go across and cut them off, okay?
Yeah?
WOMAN: (ON RADIO) How many handlers do you need?
Hey, is Donnie around?
We're not going in this way.
(GATE OPENS)
People don't even know.
Pull a lot of pussy in here? Yeah?
Go!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, this is Al at Alameda again.
It's Marcus' boy.
See you at the gym, Donnie.
Yup.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Look, they're not going to off you with this much heat, okay'?
Damn you finicky.
Hey, dumb-dumb. You've got to let go of the push to talk.
No. I did not. Yeah, you did.
What you think? How you feel about that?
Deb, Deb, Deb. Stop!
Let's go. Let's go. You guys got it all?
Give me my vest. Yeah.
Right lane is closed up ahead.
Yeah, man. All right, man.
That's all I need.
Priority, of course, is the vault. So everything in there stays intact.
NICK: The one who was hanging outwith Merrimen?
Moving!
Vegetarians, they eat milk... Yeah, sorry to hear that.
Rick's in Casablanca type shit.
The chopper is going to land right over here.
Okay, inside job, but where?
(GATE BUZZES OPEN)
You're one mistake away from getting sex in the ass every time you shower.
Hey. Come here, honey.
You listen to me, fuckface.
So you can drive, huh?
Russell, the count is on.
Tried and convicted as an adult.
I didn't bring my cuffs anyway.
Come on.
It was. I don't like you, Nick, or how you handle police business...
Greenpeace, you're done. Cut out.
Who's that? Merrimen?
(BLOWS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
$30 million turned to dust in seconds.
Yeah, people with things to hide never have much to say.
Copy that.
All teams, back to the count room.
This is Horsepower. I'm in the vents.
Beer's on me.
Name's Marcus Rhodes, from Oakland.
(EXPLOSION)
Luigi, man. He's stepping all over the line.
I don't know, all right?
Go on, Pookie.
They went to brown. They're clearing out.
Get down. Get down.
When's this happening?
Who are they, LASD?
Understood. You need professional help.
(RAPID GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)
Well, not where you're shopping. I can't afford it.
(GUN COCKING)