All language subtitles for 495E997762C3B08A5454D7BA4DAE6A14_eng (DEN OF THIEVES)

No, no, no, bro! We're not here
for you! Don't even think about it!

Don't you move, motherfucker!

Hands away from the
weapon, bro! Fucking relax!

3170. We're being held up.

Armor piercing rounds are
chambered in this firearm!

Please don't be the asshole
who forces me to use them.

Take your foot off the gas,

press the unlock button,
and step out of the vehicle,

or we will forcibly remove you!

Fucking do it! Now!

Your choice! Go!

What the fuck!

He fucking went for his gun.

He spilled his fucking coffee.

Shit.

Gardena, 30 seconds out.

COPY-

Thirty out. Hustle!

Pop it. Ready.

Man on!

Out of fucking time.

Prepare to engage.

Contact right!

Range 100. Suppressive fire.

Contact left!

Dispatch, 10-97.
LAPD is on scene.

We are under heavy fire!

Fuck!

Motherfucker!

Whoa, whoa. I
got you. I got you.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

What the fuck was that?

Did you see him go for his gun?

I don't know. I just
saw Bosco lit him up.

Take the second
left into the tunnel.

Hug the airport.
Take the tunnel.

Go fight on Dow.

Right on Doty.

Make sure you take
care of those weapons.

I don't want any
accidental discharges.

What are you looking
at him for? Ray.

I'm not talking to
him. I'm talking to you.

What the fuck was that?

What else did you fuck up, huh?

You sure you were
clean all the way home?

Catch any tails?

Where did Marcus
take those rounds?

Femoral artery. He's done.

Well, we knew the risks.

Shit popped off. We
handled it. That's it.

Hey, B.

Get back over there.

See who responded.
It was probably LASD.

They'll supersede Gardena,

but if it's Major Crimes,
we've got a problem.

All clear? No GPS?

It's one of the old
models, man. We good.

We've got to get
this patched up.

We need this clean.

You good?

We're cop killers now.

Fuck.

Jesus Christ!

You scared the shit out
of me, babe. Can't do that.

What are you doing right now'?

You erasing your recent calls?

My phone? What do you mean?

I don't know how to work this
fucking thing. You know that.

"I don't know how to work this
fucking thing. You know that."

Come on.

Babe, we really have to
go through this right now?

Where you been?

It's 6:00 a.m. Where
have you been?

Been at work?

Surveillance'? Robbing drug dealers?
Because you smell like a stripper.

Of course, I was at work.

It's funny 'cause
I got this text.

What was so hot, then?

Is that a work text?

Huh?

You fucked up.
You text me instead.

Who does that?

It's street theater, babe.
It's not what it looks like.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

Fuck.

We're going to go
to Auntie's house

because Daddy's got to
do a little work on the house.

And we have
something else to do.

Come on. What the fuck?

Hey, yo.

It's gonna be too loud
for you guys, okay?

Hey. Deb? Deb?
Will you put this on?

Can you help me with that?
What are you doing, Deb?

What the fuck are you doing?

It will be too loud for
you guys. Wifey, wifey.

Seriously, what are you doing?

Is Daddy coming with us'?

No, Daddy does not have
enough time for us right now.

Seriously... That's nice. That's
nice. Can you put this on here?

Hey, honey. Mommy
didn't mean that, okay?

Hey, sweetie, come here.
Mommy didn't mean that, okay?

She didn't mean that,
okay? Sweetie, you okay?

Yeah, great. Great.

Hey. Come here, honey.

I'm not going to be
able to make it right now,

but I'm gonna come
a little later, okay?

All right. Come
here. Give me a hug.

Time to go right
now. Christ sake.

Will you slow it down a second?

Daddy's a mess. He's real tired.

Right, hon? What...

Deb. Deb. Deb, will you
slow it down a second?

We're going to
walk this way... Deb.

Okay, watch your
step. Here we go.

Deb, can you slow it...

Okay. Come on.

Let's go. We're going
to put your sister in first.

Here we go. Okay, baby, ready?

Sweetie, it's going to
be okay, sweetie. Okay?

Let's go.

Okay, put your bags in there. You
wanna put your sister in the seat?

Where's the pink bag?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Oh, great language right
in front of my daughter.

Great fathering!

Nice. Nice. Dropping F-bombs
in front of my daughters.

"My kids"? "My
kids"? Great fathering!

Gonna find a guy whose
cock actually gets hard for me.

Deb, Deb, Deb. Stop!

Please don't do this.

Please.

This is a little hard. You're just scared
right now, okay? You're confused.

Okay...

Out of the way, Nick.
Get out of the way, Nick.

Get the fuck out
of here, you fucker!

You motherfucker!

You get back! You understand
me, you motherfucker?

Stay away from us! Nice. Nice.

Good. Good.

Okay. Mommy's okay.

See you later.

Morning.

Yup.

Yeah.

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Well, that looks like it hurt.

No?

Good morning, fellow officers.

Yeah. Yeah'?

Yeah?

I take it he's a bad guy.

You mean the guy with
the black body armor,

shotgun, and gas mask?

That's very funny. We
know who he is yet?

Rough night?

Yes. Next subject?

You're not looking
so hot there, bubba.

I think he looks amazing.

I've got enough toxins in me to turn
the Gaza Strip into a Gay Pride parade.

You better start downing the POM juice,
big man. We've got a piss test Friday.

Thursday.

What, like you Mormons have been
drinking wheatgrass all fucking month?

Please.

You got another one of
those? I'm fucking starving.

Yeah, there's a couple
that don't have blood.

I think it's one of the
pinkies with the sprinkles.

That's some real donut.

Those are horrendous, dude.

Hey. You guys push
back the perimeter.

Need to extend the crime
scene, okay? Too goddamn small.

- You got it.
- What's the tally?

We've got four dead, six
on the way to the hospital.

But they'll be all right. Fuck.

Ambushed them as they
were coming to get breakfast.

Surrounded the truck.

This poor fool right here was
trying to do what he gets paid to do.

AP rounds blasted through
the windshield took him out.

They took the truck, Gardena police
lost them under Hawthorne Municipal.

They knew the route.

Picked it because it was
next to Municipal Airport,

knew the restricted air space
meant no ghetto bird air support.

We're dealing with a
different animal here, boys.

Talk to the armored car
company? What was the haul?

They were en route to a
bank pickup for a Fed drop.

But there was
nothing in the truck.

Nothing in the truck?

They stole a fucking
empty armored truck?

Yup.

Why the fireworks?

One of the vics said the messenger went
for his gun. That's when it popped off.

Genius.

Okay, the SUV, what have we got?

That's a cold car.

VIN's been pried off. Plates are stolen.
No prints on it. They bleach-bombed it.

Right. Take it to SID. Tent
that fucker. Swab it. Detail it.

Fuck. I can't deal with
this retard factory this early.

One of you guys handle it?

It's all you, bro.

Thank you.

All right, witnesses,
donut shop guy?

He saw them, and
they looked right at him,

but, for some reason,
they left him alone.

Okay, pull all video surveillance
and plate readers. Do a Palantir run.

Talk to DOT, okay?

Pull it all together, and
meet me at the office.

And find me that fucking truck.

Big Nick, original
gangsta cop in the flesh.

Lobbin' Bob. Huh?

How's that mean tennis game?

Look at you, man.

Where'd you pick
that up? Nice suit.

Well, not where you're
shopping. I can't afford it.

I mean, how does
a county sheriff

pay for such a beautiful
piece of men's fashion?

You kidding me? This piece of
shit? Nah, this is garbage. Look at you.

This thing's tits!

You must pull all kinds
of ass sporting that, no?

Nick, you know
what? I can't. I can't.

It's too early in the morning
for your fucking circus.

You just threw a
donut in the hot zone.

No. I did not. Yeah, you did.

I did? That was fucking wrong.

It was. I don't like you, Nick, or
how you handle police business...

What's up with that?

I like you.

Aside from the fact
that you're a vegetarian.

Vegan! I'm a vegan.

Vegetarians, they eat milk...
Yeah, sorry to hear that.

What are you doing
here anyway, huh?

No legal tender was
stolen. It isn't Federal.

Yet.

You're pausing
for dramatic effect?

You're such a
big, bad lieutenant.

I know. I know. Yeah.

Can I go now, Dad?
I'm kind of hungry.

So Gardena showed up,
and they secured the scene,

and then these clowns took over.

Who are they, LASD?

Yeah, Sheriff's. They must
be. Look at this clown right here.

He seemed to be in charge.

You recognize him?

He played football at South.

Remember Endo? Filipino
dude the cops killed?

Yeah.

That's the cop who blasted him.

Runs Major Crimes.

Get to know your enemy, boys.

Who's running this crew?

Probably two, three guys
that can pull this off, max.

Why steal an armored
truck with nothing in it?

Bad tip, they
probably botched it.

Why didn't they dump it, then?

- I'll take the salvage yards.
- All of them.

And how'd they know about a
transfer from the casino to the Fed,

especially one that wasn't scheduled
through the regular carrier? How?

It was an inside
job, bro. It had to be.

Oh, fuck. Give me the Pepto.

Okay, inside job, but where?

Right? Was it the casino, the bank,
the Fed, the fucking donut shop? Where?

What about Merrimen?

When did he parole again?

- Eight months ago.
- Eight months ago?

We need to find
that fucking truck.

Have we still got a
tail on that Wilson kid?

Yeah.

The one who was
hanging outwith Merrimen?

What bar did he work in?

Hofbrau. Ziggy's Hofbrau.

Let's pay him a visit.

...some Wi-Fi? No? We
better check his videos.

Thanks. All right.

Wolfgang, talk to me.

Donnie, I'm tapped
out. No problem.

Put it on my tab, all right?

Of course, man, I
got you. Thank you.

Have a good night.

Are we doing this?

Yeah, man. All right, man.

To money and women.

That we don't have.

How do you remember
everybody's order like that?

I can't remember the
last four of my social.

Lots of reps man.

I'm in complete control of my
environment. People don't even know.

Hey, man, time to go. Okay.

Wrap it up.

- Just a little bit.
- Yeah, yeah.

Ziggy's going to kill me.
Shit, not going to finish.

A gift.

How about a tip?

We got you last time.

Oh, yeah, you got me last...

That's not how it works.

Okay, really? Zoo animals.

Need change?

That's for you, Fraulein.

Thanks.

Are there always so
many cops in here?

Last place I'd think they'd be.

Yeah, this their spot.
You know, cheap liquor.

Right.

Yeah, there also is a lot
of shady cats in here, huh?

Yeah, it's kind of neutral
grounds, you know?

Rick's in Casablanca type shit.

You must've heard
some stories in this place.

You know, give them a couple
of drinks, steak on his plate,

some nice women around him,

he'll tell you his
darkest secrets.

Loose lips sink ships.

Ain't that the truth.

Mmm, what about you?

Pull a lot of pussy
in here? Yeah?

Come on.

I do well for myself. Yeah.

I'd fuck you.

Kidding.

All right.

I'm out.

See you later, man.

Yeah.

Look forward to it.

Fraulein. Dude, what
the fuck are you...

Fraulein, you're up. Yeah.

What the fuck?

What's up, gangster?

Oh, Peaches.

Sit down. You sit right there.

What you walking
so slow for, nigga?

I want you to sit right
there. That's you right there.

Look here. There's
cigarettes. Yeah.

Borracho!

I think y'all got me
confused with somebody.

Hey, Sports.

You want a blow job?

Why my pants wet?

Come on, man, if you and
your Uncle Tom over here

are into some
homo shit, I'm good.

Y'all just kill me now.

You pissed yourself, bubba.

It happens.

I had one of the girls here
clean you up, so you're good.

But y'all got the wrong dude.

You got me confused
with someone.

But I'm going to let you
know now, I ain't the one.

What'd you say?

Dude something?

No, we're not mistaking you for
anybody. Don't be a fucking smartass.

Arrested at 17 for GTA.

Tried and convicted as an adult.

We know exactly who you are.

Did a stint at county for
attempted manslaughter.

Fastest speeding ticket
in California history.

That's nice.

Fucking genius, man.
How fast were you going?

178.

Speed demon!

What did you say to the
cop who pulled you over?

What reason did you give him?

Told him they'd
just paved the road.

I like him. Ballsy.

Me gusta.

You may have a little
pecker for a black dude.

You may be a bed-wetter, but
you've got some fucking style, buddy.

All right, girls, time to go.

Grab your shoes.
Grab your shit. Let's go.

Time to go home to your babies.

All right, thanks for
stopping by. Excuse me.

You check this out, hot
rod. You're a two-striker.

You need to fucking look at
me when I'm talking to you.

You're one mistake away from getting
sex in the ass every time you shower.

Some of them
niggas got gas pumps.

Now, personally, that shit
don't sound like a lot of fun to me.

What you think? How
you feel about that?

Look, the dude in that picture
is not even a regular at my bar.

Like, I've seen him a few times, but,
you know, I don't associate myself...

Do you know what this means?

It means I am a
member of a clique.

It's kind of like
being in a gang.

Sort of like a gang,
only we have badges,

which means you are done.

He ain't lying.

Let me ask you this.

Okay, do we look like the
types who will arrest you?

Put you in handcuffs, drag
you down to the station?

Hmm?

I'm asking you a
fucking question.

No. Not at all.

Right, exactly.

We just shoot you.
It's less paperwork.

So tell me,

what the fuck are you doing
hanging out in that crew?

You're a pussy.

Those dudes are bad dudes.

Great thieves but
straight convicts.

What's Merrimen doing drinking
beers with the likes of you for?

Talk shop?

You gonna hit the
fucking Hofbrau?

Take the place down, score, like,
what, two grand in ones and fives?

Is that what's afoot?
I'll answer that for you.

No, it fucking isn't.

I don't know what crew
you're speaking about, man.

This dude just comes
to my bar where I work...

Stop. Shut up.

Come on, man. This is
some weird shit. Just...

You listen to me, fuckface.

We don't give a shit about you.

You in Merrimen's crew?

Hmm?

Huh? You hit the stadium?

You talky-talky now?

Yes, please.

Fuck!

I'm just the driver!

I'm just the driver!

They don't give me no gun.
I don't do no gangster shit.

They asked me to
drive, so that's what I do.

That's it. Fuck!

Why did Merrimen hijack
an empty armored car?

I don't know, all right?

They keep me in the
dark for shit like this.

If the cops come down on me,

I can't tell them shit
if I don't know shit.

Now y'all can hook
me up to a lie detector,

a fucking polygraph,
whatever y'all got.

I'm telling you what I
know, and that's all you'll get.

Please, just let me the fuck go.

Fuck y'all, man. Let me go.

Well, I thought that was
relatively convincing, hmm?

Good stuff.

All right, when
did you meet him?

What do I get out of this?

What do you get out of this?
Well, your freedom for one.

TWO.

You're not the bad guys.

We are.

Couple months ago,
they came through the bar,

and I served them a few drinks.

We started talking.

Hey, Donnie, come here, man.

This is my boy, Bosco.

My brother for life.
We deployed together.

Hey, the kid can drive.

Okay.

Donnie, tell him about
the Trans Am Series.

Drove Trans Am Series, like
he said, for about a season.

What were their names?

Hawaiian dude,

he had a homie,
Bosco, white boy.

He was in the military,
and he worked for DWP.

I told him I needed
some extra money,

so he gave me a job.

Who's that? Merrimen?

Merrimen.

Ray Merrimen.

So what's up with this dude?

It's Marcus' boy.

Worked with him
over at the Hofbrau.

Say he did some time
with him at Wayside.

He was a Marine for a minute.

Say the nigga can
drive. He be cool.

All right, let's check him out.

Real smart dude.

He had just got out of
prison from what I could tell.

You ready to roll, Ray?

514!

Come on, let's cuff them up.

You want any of your shit?

No.

Let's go.

See you soon, Ray.

No, you won't.

You look great, baby.

All right. Come on.

For real.

Bring any sunglasses for me?

Baby, I'm sorry. I forgot.

Here, take mine. Take mine.

Come on.

They're good. They are.

They look great
on you. Look at that.

Where'd you meet him?

It was in Carson, at the
Hawaiian dude's house.

Through your body.

What up? What up?
What up'? Fucking nice.

Yeah. Fool's in back.

You're mine!

Donnie, what's good,
man? What's up'?

Come on, man.
Follow me. Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Oh, shit. What's up?

Donnie, beer? Yeah, yeah.

Thank you. Thank you.

So you spent some
time at Wayside?

Yeah, a little bit.

What do they serve for
breakfast on Fridays?

Silver dollar pancakes.

Three of them.

Where you from?

Hawthorne.

So you can drive, huh?

Oh, I can drive.

Drive.

You might want to
put that seat belt on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He liked how I drove, so, a
week later, I did my first gig.

We hit this rave at a stadium.

Got one.

Minus the dye pack,
is the count all good?

The count is on.

That's a lot of money
right there, bro.

Why don't we just call it a day?

Really?

You want three in hot bills,

you looking over your
shoulder for the rest of your life,

or would you rather
have 30 clean?

I'm just saying.

Let's just call it quits
while we're ahead.

Put it away.

We're trading up.

All right. Fuck it. Let's do it.

What happened to the cash?

I don't know.

They don't tell me.

They don't talk much.

Yeah, people with things to
hide never have much to say.

So am I under
arrest, or can I leave?

Nah, you just keep
doing your thing.

We'll be in touch.

Yeah?

Horsepower, be at 1st and
Central at 0800. Don't be late.

You always pick the same one.

Just go for it. I'm here.
Do whatever you want.

Woo-how.!

Ran the prints on CAL-ID.

Got a hit on our dead
guy from Angel City.

Check your e-mail. All right.

Name's Marcus
Rhodes, from Oakland.

ATF was looking for
him for gun charges.

And more to the point that
you were making before,

he was stationed at Twenty nine
Palms the same time Merrimen was there.

This is good. Give me
the book on Merrimen.

Look to your right.

You know what that is?

It's the bank for banks.

Los Angeles branch
of the Federal Reserve.

It's the only bank that's
never been robbed.

All the surrounding streets
are wired for sound and image.

Stand across the street and
stare at the building for two minutes,

you'll have security on your
ass asking you politely to leave.

If they see your face again,

every Secret Service agent in the
country is going to be looking for you.

The place is case-proof.

There have been
53 break-in attempts.

Not one has got past the lobby.

That's why we're
going to rob it.

Okay, here we go.

Laguna Niguel was in '06.

Got caught for that, get sent
up to USP Victorville SHU

until June of '16. Now
give me the unsolved book.

As soon as you enter the lobby,

computers run you through every law
enforcement database in the country.

If you've got outstanding
parking tickets,

they're going to know about it before you
get through the first level of security.

All the employees wear
security swipe cards

that grant them access
through the first set of man-traps.

Access is severely restricted.

Two stories below street
level is the vault floor.

By the way.

Uh, his crimey...

Levoux? Levoux.

He serve with Merrimen?

Not only that, but they played football
in high school at Long Beach Poly.

You've got to be
shitting me. No.

Central Security, it's the
nerve center for the Fed.

This is where the armored cars
come in, drop off the money tubs.

Money tubs are handed
off to the Fed employees.

At any one time, there's anywhere between
500 and 800 billion dollars in there,

every millimeter of it covered by
cameras, sensors, and motion detectors.

Yeah. What did
they specialize in?

I got this from the HR
desk at Twenty nine Palms.

Close Quarter Battle Unit. Both
saw combat in the Middle East.

Levoux specializes in explosives,
where Merrimen specializes in soldiering,

both MARSOC fast Marines.

But there's a hitch.

The serial number of every bill
is recorded in the Fed's database.

So, if a note goes missing,

they're going to know
exactly which one it is.

They're going to flag it. If
that bill comes up again,

whoever recirculates that cash, no
matter where they are in the world,

that person can be tracked.

Okay. Bosco, the peckerwood?

He's a Huntington Beach
kid, also MARSOC Marines.

He did comms with them.
He had a solid career.

But he didn't serve
together with the other guys.

He was the Wood Rep at
Victorville when Merrimen was there.

That's where they linked up.

Donnie was a Marine for a
year and a half, then discharge.

So, the way I see it,

that's the way all these niggas
ended up working together.

There's only two passports on
the streets, sports and military.

Every time the Fed receives
a deposit from a bank,

first thing they do is send that
money up to the count rooms.

They run the notes through
the counting machines.

They're accomplishing
two things here.

First, they're double-checking
the accuracy of the bank's deposit.

If the bank is off at all,

they're going to credit or
debit the account accordingly.

Two, they're separating newer,
fit currency from old unfit bills.

But most importantly, they're
erasing the serial numbers

of the old bills from
the Fed system.

Once those numbers are erased,
to the Fed, to the rest of the world,

that money has ceased to exist.

Wait, let's look at
the unsolved cases.

In '04, you have the Boiler
National Bank Hollywood job, okay?

They tunneled through
the sewer system.

Sophisticated, skill set,
someone with access, unsolved.

Okay, in '05, you have the
Fuerte armored car depot job.

Blew the depot vault
with shaped charges.

In the $100 count room alone,

an average of $30 million is
designated as unfit every day.

Between 4:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m.,

all the cash gets shot
out to the shredder.

It's all destroyed.

$30 million turned
to dust in seconds.

It's then picked up by the Fed's
waste management company

and brought out to the dump.

If we can get to
those unfit bills

before they go to the
shredders and get out clean...

You got $30 million
nobody is looking for.

Bingo.

In '06, you have Laguna Niguel.

Same thing, only this time Merrimen
gets unlucky with the tail-light.

Goes to prison till 2016. Now in
that time, while he was in prison,

how many highly sophisticated,
well-executed heists do we have?

None, but you're
on a roll. Keep going.

The counter guy at the donut
shop? Witness to the whole thing.

They left him. Why?

Because they shoot
uniforms, not unarmed civilians.

Exactly what they
were trained to do.

Gangbangers, these are not.

Okay, these are our guys.

We nail these guys,
we solve all these cases.

This is the crew.

You still haven't told us how
you can get past that security.

We're not going in this way.

We're going in that way.

What's going on with Fraulein?

We can move on
him anytime we want.

I pay minimum wage. Okay.

Plus $3 for delivery. And
you split the tip with me.

You start Wednesday, 11:00.

Thank you.

I don't really like the food
there, but I'm down to go,

- but you've got to pay this time.
- I'm not paying it.

TONY Z'. What'?

- I pay every fucking time.
- What?

Get off your wallet, buddy.

No, I forgot my wallet
today, boys. I'm sorry.

Again? Yeah, again.

Got an alligator arm.

I sat down at blackjack
with $5, and I made $160.

Nicholas O'Brien?

Yeah?

I suggest you take these.

You're being served.

You kidding me?

I'm afraid not.

What's going on?

You all right, bro?

Yeah, I guess I'm
getting divorced.

He say "divorced"?

Yo.

Welcome to the fucking club.

Now, go handle your
business, big man.

Gas the jet.

Vegas.

Fuck.

There's a closer view.

There was a rolling blackout
in this quadrant four days ago.

Yeah, they've been happening
a lot over the last few months.

Okay.

They say they have full backup
power, but actually they don't.

They go into brown-out.
Yeah, prioritize the grid.

Priority, of course, is the vault.
So everything in there stays intact.

But anything that is peripheral,
like cameras in the hallway,

shredders in the count
rooms, everything else cuts out.

To time it during another rolling
blackout is going to be fucking impossible.

- So you want to simulate it?
- Can we?

Break in, have them go
brown for about two minutes.

I'd say yes, but I'd like
to have data to be sure.

Great.

Once we breach the count
room, only thing left is the cameras.

They run on their
own power supply,

so they're unaffected
by the brown-out.

The solve here is
we run an EMP burst.

Should take out the cameras
and motion for about 30 feet.

Where you get all
this information from?

You don't have to
worry about that.

Just trust me
when I say it's solid.

How we doing with
the Telecal hook?

Couple days.
Shouldn't be a problem.

How many handlers do you need?

Uh, gate B right now.

Strolling right into
the Federal Reserve.

Force leaving loading dock B.

ID?

Sign in, please.

Keep this on you at all times.

Second bay of elevators.
Cafeteria's level 2.

Buzz him in. He's good.

Smells good.

He's good. Let him in.

Sharon? Mmm-hmm. That's me.

How you all doing? Good.
How you are doing today?

He's fine. Thank you.

She ain't getting none.

Shut up. Really?

Y'all have a good day.
I'm gonna stay out of it.

We will now. You
have a wonderful day.

Lunch. Dessert. Lunch. Dessert.

Bye, sunshine.

There he goes.

Fed's gotta eat too.

Maybe it's part of
his regular route.

Delivering Chinese to the Fed,

my left nut.

No. They're casing
the joint from the inside.

Okay, go back.

Other than cash,

what else did they take from
the casino in the stadium?

Fed deposit slips.

But those were probably
in with the cash. Or not.

Listen, what if they
were taking the cash

to disguise the fact that they were
really there for something else?

And then they take down an armored
car that's empty. Come on, guys.

Look, remember what Donnie said.

It's trading up.
They're going big.

Hey, Nick, you can't
take down the Fed, man.

I'm sorry, Merrimen's no
dummy. It's impossible.

The Fed is the Olympics, and
Merrimen is Carl fucking Lewis.

I'm telling you,

Fraulein's holding out on us.

My gosh.

Aw!

Oh, he's here. Okay.

Damn, girl looking fine.

Thank you. You look amazing.

How are you?

- Looking good.
- Thank you.

This is my mom.
This is Rolando. Hi.

Nice to meet you. Rolando.
Hi, I'm Malia. Nice to meet you.

I see where you get your
looks from. Thank you.

Thank you.

Can I take that? Oh, yeah, sure.

Um, Rolando, this is my dad.

What's up, Mr. Levoux?
Nice to meet you.

Let me holler at
him for a second.

Let me talk to you, bruh.

Honey, don't worry about it.
Okay? They're just gonna talk.

So here's what's up.

For the past 16 years,

my daughter's safety and
protection has been my responsibility

and my responsibility only.

Now, for the first time in her life, I see
I've got to hand you that responsibility.

Don't fuck up,

or your mama will
weep as she has

to wheel your ass around
every day the rest of your life.

Now I worked on this, because I want
to say this to you as nice as possible.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Yes, sir.

It's all right. It's all right.

Listen. Listen.

All he's trying to say is,
it's wonderful to meet you,

and he wants you to
have a beautiful evening.

I'll see you at 11:30.

Yeah. Yeah.

11:30. Yeah. 11:30. Good choice.

I think he got the picture, bro.

Psst.

Beers and sake, let's go.

- Have wine.
- What the fuck?

Hey.

Buddy.

Donnie, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, spotted you at the
gym the other day, yeah?

Yeah, man. How you doing?

What's up, fellows?

You play football
at Long Beach Poly?

You look familiar.

No, I'm not from around here.

What are you doing here?
You work around here?

Enjoying my dinner, man.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Food here sucks.

Yeah. Yeah, we
come here for the ass.

So I'll see ya at the gym, man.

Yeah. Definitely.

Have a good night.

Number 55, right? That's
howl remember you.

We wore the same
number, 55, right?

I went to South Torrance.

Yeah, we played you
guys a couple of times.

You and all those
fat-ass Samoans.

Yeah, they were big, but,
man, lazy motherfuckers.

Probably all that Spam.

Yeah, we fucking
crushed you guys.

Crushed you guys when I was there.
Crushed you guys when you were there.

Still crushing you guys.

We've got family here, bro.

Don't really appreciate
you popping off.

All right. All right, man.
No need to get all agro.

Was I being rude?
Was I being rude?

What? Let's go order, bro.

Hey, look, man, listen.

You've got a beautiful family.
Everything's all good. Excuse us.

Kampai.

See you at the gym, Donnie.

Have a good night, ladies.

You a cop?

No. Are you?

Get out of the car.

Go!

Where's the wire? Come on, man.

I'm not wearing a
fucking wire, man.

Man, I'm not wearing
no fucking wire.

Get up.

How does he know you?

Don't tell me it's
from the fucking gym.

Look, I don't know him.

Smoke this punk.

Talk, motherfucker.

I'm no cop, all right?

Now he came to me. He know you.

He know all of you.
But I ain't tell him shit.

He was sweating me.
I ain't seen him since.

I thought he'd leave us alone.

So how much do they know?

Nothing.

I ain't tell them shit.

I don't know nothing anyway.

And you know I'm the last
person that would fuck this up.

Now, if we've got
to call it off, I get it.

But I know I ain't
tell them shit.

Friday. Make sure
he knows it's on.

So good.

It's true, though. It's true.

Okay.

Okay.

How you doing, Nick?

Hmm.

I'm Nick. Hello.

How are you? Good.

What's for...

What's for dinner? You
smell like alcohol, Nick.

Hmm?

Relax.

I already ate.

Give me a pen, stud.

Nick, I was gonna call you.

I was gonna take you
to dinner next week.

Just give me a fucking pen.

Thanks, Ruud.

I'm gonna hit the...
No, you're not.

How's the wine?

Good?

That's pretty fucking good.

So I imagine I just, uh...

What, just sign anywhere, yeah?

Okay.

And I imagine it's assumed
that if you were ever

to touch one of my
girls or, say, talk to them

or, you know, even look at them,

I go boom-boom. You
know what I'm saying?

But, I mean, that's
self-evident, right?

There's no need to put
that in the contract, is there?

No, I didn't think so. Nick...

Can you please go, Nick?

That's enough, Nick. Sure.

Come on.

Come here. Give me a hug.

Come on. We'll save
a fortune in therapy.

Hmm?

Come on. Give me a hug.

There you go' huh, 'moss'?

You've just always got to make
a spectacle out of everything.

There you go.

Yeah, pretty much.

All right, Nick. I
think it's time to go.

Come on, Nick, let's go.

Call the fucking cops.
That's what I'm saying.

Call the fucking cops. I'm
sorry, but it's time for you to go.

Call the cops.

I'm sorry... Don't
fucking touch me.

I'm sorry. Do not
fucking touch me.

Come on, Nick. Just, please go.

By the way...

What do you want? You
hitting that from behind,

and you're wondering
what that thing is on her ass?

- It's a tattoo of my name.
- Nick, please...

"Big Nick O'Brien."

Just a heads-up.

Psst.

Call me.

Take your time.

What happened to you?

Borracho, what do you think?

What the fuck was that?

You spotted me at the gym?

Tranquillo. All right?

Sit down.

I'll take it, Freddy.

Just give us a minute, okay?

Look, they're not going to off
you with this much heat, okay'?

When's this happening?

Friday.

Where?

I don't know yet. All I
can tell you is Friday.

TGIF, huh?

You're protecting me on this.

Fraulein,

we got your back, bro.

Don't worry about a thing.

Fuck.

Better wear your vest.

We're in.

z?

Pico Rivera Savings,
Montebello Town Center.

TONY Z". Copy that,
boss. See you at 0800.

Tell the crew.

I did what you told me to.

You have fun?

He treat you right?

Mama.

You know I love you, right?

I love you, too.

Come on, go to school.

There you go. Good job there.

McKenna!

Hey, sweetie. Hey, sweetie.

How are you? Good?

What are you doing?

Well, you know, I
was on my way to work

and thought I'd come by and
say hello to my little monkey.

Is that okay?

How's everything
at school? Okay?

Yes, it's good. Yeah?

And what about Auntie's house?

Mommy and Cassady,
are they good?

What about the honey-bear?
Honey-bear good?

Yeah? You miss me?

All right, Pookie,
better get back to class.

When am I going
to see you again?

Soon, sweetheart. I'm
gonna see you soon.

I want to come home.

Me, too.

All right, you better
get back to class, okay?

But I'm gonna see you later.

Promise?

I promise.

Come on.

Recess is over. Come
on, kids. Come line up.

Go on, Pookie.

Bye, Daddy.

Come on, McKenna.

Come on, honey.

Jock up.

Tac up, brother.

No Fed?

Change of plans.

Pay attention.

Always keep your finger off the trigger
until you're going to shoot somebody.

If and when that happens,
safety selector switch.

One for semi, two for full auto.

Mag release.

Out with the old,
in with the new.

Tug it. Make sure
it's in there good.

Slap the bolt home,
you're ready for round two.

Other than that, keep this
thing pointed at the fucking floor.

You understand? Got it.

Go put your shit on.

Magazine, Borracho? Yeah.

- We good?
- I'm good.

Suspects arriving on location.

We've got nothing for the DA.
They haven't committed a crime yet.

They clear the bank,
we take them down.

Stand by. Roger that.

Broad fucking daylight.

They're packing big-

Ooh, shit. Look at
these motherfuckers.

Get down on the ground!
Get down on the ground!

Down on the ground! Get
down on the fucking ground!

Freeze!

Freeze! Don't move!
Stay right there!

Freeze!

Freeze!

You two! Move! Get
over there! Get over here!

Hurry UP!

Get out here, now!

Move there now! Go! Go! Go!

Move back! Stay
right there! Now!

Eyes to the floor!

Listen up!

Everybody pay
the fuck attention!

Eyes to the ground!

'Cause I'm only
going to say this once!

If you cooperate, if
you follow directions,

you will not be hurt. We are
here for money, not for you.

I want everybody lined
up on the counter. Let's go!

Move down!

Move down! Let's go!

Everybody behind the
counter, come out front! Let's go!

Keep your eyes down
and your mouths shut.

On my command,

reach inside your pockets,
remove your cell phones,

and put your hands in the air.

Everybody take
two steps forward.

Now go down on your knees.

All right! Cell
phones right in here.

On me.

Let's go. Put them in the box.

Tie them up.

Go! Go! Go!

There will be no heroics today.

You guys go ahead
and get comfortable.

We're going to
be here for a while.

Anybody need to
use the bathroom?

Take a piss on yourself.

Hey.

You. Get up.

Stop-

Sit down.

All right, I need you
to calm down right now.

Hey! Look at me.

Take a deep breath.

Good.

I know you already
triggered the silent alarms.

So I need you to
pick up the phone,

dial 911 dispatch, and
explain the following.

Go ahead and write this down.

There's a 211 in progress,
and we have hostages.

Within one hour, they
need to deliver $10 million

in unmarked small
denomination bills to this bank

inside a department
helicopter loaded with fuel.

Tell them we plan on killing one hostage
every hour until our demands are met.

No cops are to
approach the bank.

And if a negotiator
even tries to contact us,

we will automatically
kill another hostage.

Is that clear? You got it all?

Go ahead and pick up the phone.

Any available units, we
have a bank 211 in progress...

Shit.

...at the Pico Rivera
Savings in Montebello

at 2891 Wilcox and Atlantic.

Suspects are armed...
What the fuck'?

...and have taken hostages
and are refusing a negotiator.

What the fuck is going
on? That's not their MO.

Call in, tell them we're on scene,
have suspects under surveillance,

and to back the fuck off.

This is LASD, we have
surveillance on the bank. Stand down.

I repeat, have all
units stand down.

It's bullshit. I can
hear them already.

What the fuck are they doing?

Stop!

Get out!

What the fuck are
you guys doing, huh?

Asshole!

What the fuck are you
doing? What's going on?

You were running surveillance,
and you let this shit go down?

It's our fucking case. We've been
surveilling these guys for weeks.

That's what surveillance is!

They commit a crime,
and then we stop them.

Go. Go to the vault.

Open it.

Let's go. Come.

Sit. Sit down.

I'm going to put this
on speaker phone.

You're going to answer,
but don't use any names.

You understand?

Hello?

Hello, this is the Los
Angeles Police Department.

Who am I speaking with?

This is the branch manager.

Sir, I need to speak
with the person in charge.

You are.

Okay, good. Well, let me
introduce myself. I'm Officer Parade.

I don't give a fuck who you
are. Are our demands being met?

Who am I talking with now?

Answer the question.

It's being worked
on as we speak.

But you need to understand...

You just killed a hostage.

God damn it!

Get up. Get up! No! No! No!

Come on, move!

I didn't do anything.
Please. What are you doing?

Come on. No! No! No!

Fuck!

You were on it, huh? Shit!

You're so full
of shit, O'Brien...

You heard the demands,
you stupid motherfucker!

Yeah. You put a
negotiator on? Christ!

Fuck you! Fuck me?

Yeah, fuck you!

Fucking nice haircut,
you fucking idiot.

Who are you fucking pushing now?

Are you fucking kidding?

Get SWAT rolling right
now! You fucking pussy.

Fucking Lobbin' Bob is angry!

All right, boss, let's
go. Let's go. Shitheads!

Let's go. Fuck!

We've got a
situation going on...

Shit!

What the fuck are
you doing, Merrimen?

Yeah?

This is the Police Department.
Please don't hang up.

My name's Danny.

I'll be your only contact.
Nobody else is going to call you.

Is this the person in charge?

This is the branch manager.

I'm speaking on the
man in charge's behalf.

Do you have a name,
branch manager?

Listen. They've already killed
one of the hostages. A woman.

They will not
speak to you again.

If you call back again before their
demands are met, they'll kill another.

Just send what they want.

The money and the
chopper are en route,

but it's going to
take a little bit of time.

You need to give me at least
90 minutes. Is this doable?

Okay. Don't call back.

What's the prefix here?

562. It's Long Beach.

Hello?

You watching?

Yup.

So how the hell are you
going to get out of this one?

Not sure yet.

Did you get my
number from her cell?

I ain't cuffing up.

That's okay.

I didn't bring my cuffs anyway.

Yeah, I can see that.

Was that who I think it was?

Yup.

We've got a chopper
that's gonna come down.

The chopper is going
to land right over here.

I've got two-door entry on
one. One-door entry on two.

Breaching!

Well, they just blew the vault.

What the fuck?

WOMAN". Federal
Reserve, accounts receiving.

Hey, it's Al at Alameda.

We have a drop at Pico
Rivera we need to schedule.

How's Wednesday at 2:00?

That works. You're confirmed
for 2:00 p.m. the 18th.

Great. Thanks.

We're here, yeah?
Yeah, that's us.

So what is this?

This is the sewer line,

and according to this map
right here, it's all cemented up.

Hey, where are we
with the chopper?

We're waiting on clearance.

Relax, they're not
going anywhere.

To hell with clearance.
We've got to move.

O'Brien, hey!

Is he off his meds?

Tell him to get
the fuck back here!

Will you shut the fuck up?

Oh, fuck you.

We better go back him up.

Nick's heading to the
front. We're on the move.

Here we go.

- Fuck!
- Is he serious?

Everybody okay?

Yes.

Please, Lord, please, let
me see my family again.

Nick! Sheriff's Department.

Nick!

Clear!

Clear!

The fuck? Nick,
what's your location?

What's your location?

Hey, this is Al at
Alameda again.

I forgot to schedule a
drop at Pico Rivera Savings.

What do you have open today?

Ghetto Bird, this is
Silverback. We confirmed?

Check. Appointment's at
2:45. That's in two minutes.

Pico Rivera.

Horsepower all set?

Yeah, I'm ready to go.

They got you on a new route?

Yeah. Yeah, they just
switched us over this week.

All right. Let me get
you guys' IDs, man.

Yeah, sure. There you go.

All right.

You're good to go.

All right, thank you. Open
the gate. Have a good one.

Oh, fuck.

Pico Rivera Savings? 2.2?

Yup, that's us.

Bring her up.

All right, ready.
One, two, three.

Sign here. You got it.

You're new here, Mark?

Yes, sir.

You guys running
a little bit late.

Yeah, we ran into
some traffic, so...

I don't know where they
had you guys routed before,

but we run a tight,
tight ship around here,

so, if you're going to be
late, have base call it in.

Yeah, no problem.
That's my fault. I just...

Just have them call.

On me.

Hey, Luigi. Alameda's
on deck. Check them in.

Copy that.

New guys.

I'm going to step
out for a minute.

How you guys doing today?

Good. All right. Good.

How you doing?

All right, how are
you? Good, thank you.

Sign that for me, please.

All hundreds?

The first one's all hundreds.
The second one is mixed.

We're a little backed up.

All right, do what you can.

Guys want to hang out, get a
Coke or something? Appreciate you.

Thank you.

We're going to need access
to the recording off-site.

Can you get that to us?

Understood. You
need professional help.

Desperately.

My bad last time.
Your crime scene.

Silverback, this is
Horsepower. I'm in.

Greenpeace, this is
Silverback. Horsepower is in.

Roger that,
Silverback. Lights out.

Okay, here we go.

Johnny, we're fucking
brown again, man.

Got to shut down. Pull
them out of the count rooms.

We're going brown.

We've got to shut down for a bit.
All teams go ahead and take 10.

Luigi, come on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

They went to brown.
They're clearing out.

- Let's lock it down.
- Copy.

Get ready to go.

Powering up EMP now.

All clear here.

Good to go.

You're clear. Go.

Shit. Check something out.

What do you think it is?

Are the cameras
up in the 100 room'?

Uh, negative.

555-0143.

It's taking too long.

Tasty Orders.

This is Sharon at the Fed.

Now, we ordered almost
an hour and a half ago.

Now, I only have so much
time on my lunch break.

It coming! Be there
in a few minute!

They just called
for the Chinese.

Hurry it up.

Motion is out in there, too.

Yeah, man, we're still brown.

You know, we better
override. Power it up.

All right.

Done.

Okay. Better get
that count, too.

Shit, here comes security.
Get down. Get down.

Hey, man, got to check this
100 count. Motion went off.

Luigi. Step on it.
Step on it, quick.

Yeah?

Luigi. Yeah?

Damn, dude! Luigi, you're
stepping on the line, man!

Say again? Russell?

Hey, dumb-dumb. You've
got to let go of the push to talk.

What the hell is
going on here today?

Luigi, man. He's
stepping all over the line.

He's hot like a motherfucker.

He's in the cafeteria.
Go ahead and get him.

AH right. Roger
that. I'm stepping out.

You're clear. Go.

Holy shit.

Luigi, you're hot-micing.

You've got to let go of the talk
button. You're stepping on the line.

Dude, it's not me.

Come on, we've got to check the
100 count. Let's go. Get Junior. Let's go.

Switch to line five.

You got about a minute and
a half, two minutes. Let's go.

They're back. Get out.

Luigi, you see anything, man?

Yeah, we're good. There's
nothing back there but dust.

What am I looking for?

Don't worry about it, man. I'm
gonna juice up the room, run the count,

and make sure we're
good, all right? Copy that.

Where are you?

This is Horsepower.
I'm in the vents.

Greenpeace,
you're done. Cut out.

We are back up, brother.

All teams, back
to the count room.

Get on with LAPD Central.

Tell them we're running
surveillance at 8th and Grand.

Request a Code 5. We do
not wanna spook the suspects.

Copy that. Putting in a Code 5.

Am I tripping or
was this full before?

Let's just check the count.

$712,200.

$712,200.

Russell, the count is on.

All right, roger that. Go
ahead and clock out Alameda.

Check Alameda out.

The count was good.

But both of your
bins were half-full.

Sorry?

Your bins, they were half-full.

That's how we got them.

Next time, just put
it in a cash sack.

Makes things a lot easier.

Try and work smart, not hard.

Okay, sounds good.
Thanks for the advice.

We would tip you, honey, but
that just took too damn long, okay?

I'm the only guy they've got
delivering today. I'm sorry.

Sorry, guys, let me see
your drop confirmation again.

All right. There you go.

Chinese food guy?

Go on. Buzz him in.

Hold him there.

2-4-5.

Yeah, send him through.

Come here for a sec, buddy.

Yeah, man, I don't
have you signed in.

Where's your name?

Come on, man, I signed my name
with a dude from the last shift, man.

I don't know what to tell you.

Mmm-mmm.

Damn you finicky.

I'm getting my money back. Okay.

I'm getting my money back. Okay.

That's all I need.

All right, you boys
are good to go.

Thank you very much,
Officer. Take it easy.

You have a good day. All right.

Go on. Get out of
here. Thank you.

Yes, security in
the lobby, please.

Lobby.

Yeah, did you
see a delivery guy?

Red shirt, light
skin. About 6 foot.

Wait, what? Stop him.

You got eyes on the 1-2
side? We'll cover the 3-4 corner.

Copy that.

Got held up at security.
What's your location?

South on Grand,
just past Vernon.

Go right on Gage. Right on Gage.

Copy that.

Move! Let's go! Get out!

Come on, move! Move!
Here we go! It's cool.

Come on, get down! Go!
Go! Go! It's cool. I'm cool, man.

Be cool, bro. Cool.

Fuck.

There he is. There he is.
Red shirt. Two blocks ahead.

Eyes on suspect.

Walking eastbound on 9th,
approaching Hill, south side of street.

Pull up in front of
him, in front of him.

Let's get this motherfucker.

Let's ram his bitch-ass
into the gate first.

Get in the fucking
car! Come on. Get in.

Fuck.

Hit him!

Motherfucker.

All right, let's go. Let's go. Let's
get it done as quick as we can.

Little fuck.

Where is he? Where
the fuck is he, asshole?

Fuck.

Fucking... Fucker!

Give me the burner phone.
Where the fuck is he?

Pacific Horizon Salvage.

In South Gate.
That's the rally point.

Silverback, go.

MACK". Horsepower's burned.

Repeat that. I can't hear you.

Horsepower is burned.

He's done.

I'm still clean. Where
am I going, bro?

Fuck!

Let's go. Let's go.
You guys got it all?

Yes, it's all in. Pick it up.

It's good.

Pacific Horizon Salvage.
South Gate, Alameda Corridor.

10-4. Headed to you.

What happened to the other two?

They got burned.

Eyes on suspects.

Black, four-door Suburban!

Heading southbound on Alameda.

Approaching Slauson Avenue. I
need you to parallel me on Santa Fe.

We got some traffic up
ahead. What's going on?

Corridor's backed up.

We just turned down Alameda
Corridor, heading south.

Shit.

Coming up on suspect, 6 o'clock.

Shit.

Right lane is closed up ahead.

I repeat, right lane
is closed up ahead.

You guys see that?

Twenty, 30 cars
back. What is that?

Is that...

Okay, we're at a
stop, stop, stop.

Fuck backup. We've
got to move now.

Fuck.

Yup.

That's them.

Give me my vest. Yeah.

Yeah, here we go.

Okay, we've got them pinched in.
We've got to move before it opens up.

Cuff him up.

Be advised, suspects
wearing body armor.

No center mass shots.
Limb and head shots only.

Copy that. Go around right here.

It's jammed up.

Good? Okay, let's go.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

They're getting out of the car.

Z, go down the right.

Gus, Borracho, center with me.

Murph, stay on the
left. Don't come in.

Pass me the saw. Fuck.

Let's go.

Stay down. Stay down.

Get down. Get down.

Sheriff's Department. Stay
down. Get down. Get down.

Get down. Sheriff's
Department, stay down.

Get down. Get down.
Stay by the engine block.

Get down behind the wheel.

Sheriff's Department.
Lady, get in the car.

Oh, shit.

Borracho!

Moving!

Moving.

Gus, Murph, you two go
across and cut them off, okay?

Tony Z, you ready?

Let's go.

Moving!

Moving!

Move!

Moving. Moving.

Mag Change!

Moving.

Mag change.

Moving!

Go! Go! Peel off!

Tony, you okay?

Yeah, go! Go! You okay?

Fuck!

Go!

Cover!

Move.

Fuck!

Brick wall! Brick wall!

Behind the brick building!

My kids...

You're in His hands now.

You hear me?

Fuck!

Don't do it.

Told you.

Yeah. You did.

What the fuck?

You see this?

Here. Do those.

Oh, shit.

So what? They were going
to make fucking snow globes?

Like 10,000 of them?

You check on the boys?

Yeah, I'm going to
roll to the hospital.

You gonna call Borracho's wife?

Yeah.

All right.

This won't go to Harbor.

I'm sorry you lost
one of your guys.

Thanks.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Yeah.

Nick, you've got to
stop smoking, man.

Here.

It's organic.

You know everything was
accounted for at the Fed, right?

Apparently so.

Hey, is Donnie around?

He quit.

So you haven't
seen him anywhere?

I said he quit.

Two days ago.

You want a beer?

Very much so. Like 50.

Chance, give him
a nice beer, okay.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Did you see that new
chick? Little fat-ass?

The new girl who
works down the hall?

What's going on, gentlemen?

Gentlemen, good to see you. Yo!

Good to see you. Your
wife know where you are?

How did you get that job?

Can you actually count?

I'm in complete control
of my environment.

People don't even know.

Fucking Fraulein.

What's going on, boys?

How you doing? You good?

Some beers?

Hey, guv.

A round of beers for my mates.

And for you?

I'm easy.

I don't know.

Surprise me.

I can do that.

Cheers. Cheers.

So why you come to me?

You're a beast, man.

Plus, you're the only
one that can pull this off.

Listen.

We do this, I call the shots.

My crew, my job, not yours.

Got it?

Completely understand.
That's the way it has to be.

That's it.

It's my baby.

That's what I've got.

How did you get a
hold of all this stuff?

You got this all at that bar?

Collected it over time.

Wow.

Job for Superman.

Cheers.

Thank you. I love when
you call me Princess.

You work across the street?

Yeah.

Diamond exchange?

That's right.

Beer's on me.