Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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