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 right on Doty.

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.