Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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