Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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