Den of Thieves

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(GUN COCKING)

No, no, no, bro! We're not here for you!

Don't even think about it!

BOSCO:
Don't you move,

motherf***er!

Hands away from the weapon, bro!

F***ing relax!

3170. We're being held up.

Armor piercing rounds

are chambered in this firearm!

Please don't be the a**hole

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!

F***ing do it! Now!

Your choice! Go!

(DRILL WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

MARCUS:
What the f***!

He f***ing went for his gun.

He spilled his f***ing coffee.

(GROANS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

MACK:
Sh*t.

Gardena, 30 seconds out.

Copy.

MERRIMEN:

Thirty out. Hustle!

Pop it.

Ready.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(RAPID BEEPING)

(EXPLOSION)

Man on!

(COUGHING)

MERRIMEN:

Out of f***ing time.

Prepare to engage.

BOSCO:
Contact right!

Range 100. Suppressive fire.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Contact left!

(ENGINE STARTS)

Dispatch, 10-97.

LAPD is on scene.

We are under heavy fire!

F***!

Motherf***er!

Whoa, whoa.

I got you. I got you.

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

What the f*** was that?

Did you see him go for his gun?

DONNIE:
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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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 f*** was that?

What else did you f*** up, huh?

(GRUNTS)

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.

Sh*t 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.

(MERRIMEN SIGHS)

You good?

We're cop killers now.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

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.

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 f***ing month?

Please.

You got another one of those?

I'm f***ing starving.

BORRACHO:
Yeah, there's a

couple that don't have blood.

I think it's one of the

pinkies with the sprinkles.

GUS:
That's some real donut.

NICK:
Okay, what's the tally?

Those are horrendous, dude.

We've got four dead, six on

the way to the hospital.

But they'll be all right.

F***.

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 f***ing

empty armored truck?

Yup.

(SIRENS WAILING)

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 f***er.

Swab it. Detail it.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(NICK GROANS)

Ah, f***. 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 f***ing truck.

Big Nick, original gangsta

cop in the flesh.

Lobbin' Bob. Huh?

How's that mean tennis game?

(MIMICS RACKET)

(CHUCKLES)

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 sh*t?

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 f***ing circus.

You just threw

a donut in the hot zone.

No. I did not.

Yeah, you did.

I did?

That was f***ing wrong.

It was. I don't like you, Nick, or

how you handle police business...

Hey, hey, hey.

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?

(LAUGHS)

You're such a big,

bad lieutenant.

I know. I know.

Yeah.

Can I go now, Dad?

I'm kind of hungry.

BOSCO:
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.

MERRIMEN:
That's the cop

who blasted him.

Runs Major Crimes.

Get to know your enemy, boys.

Who's running this crew?

TONY Z:
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 check the salvage yards.

NICK:
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, f***.

Give me the Pepto.

Okay, inside job, but where?

Right? Was it the casino, the bank, the

Fed, the f***ing donut shop? Where?

What about Merrimen?

When did he parole again?

Eight months ago.

Eight months ago?

We need to find

that f***ing truck.

Have we still got a tail

on that Wilson kid?

Yeah.

NICK:
The one who was

hanging out with Merrimen?

What bar did he work in?

Hofbrau.

Ziggy's Hofbrau.

Let's pay him a visit.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(LAUGHTER)

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