Den of Thieves Page #2

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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.

(DONNIE SIGHS)

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.

(ZIGGY WHISTLES)

DONNIE:
Hey, man, time to go.

Okay.

Wrap it up.

Just a little bit.

DONNIE:
Yeah, yeah.

Ziggy's going to kill me.

Sh*t, not going to finish.

A gift.

How about a tip?

BAS:
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, Frulein.

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 sh*t.

You must've heard

some stories in this place.

You know, give him a couple of

drinks, steak on his plate,

some nice women around him,

he'll tell you

his darkest secrets.

(CHUCKLING)

Loose lips sink ships.

Ain't that the truth.

Mmm, what about you?

Pull a lot of p*ssy

in here? Yeah?

Come on.

I do well for myself.

Yeah.

I'd f*** you.

Kidding.

(CHUCKLES)

All right.

I'm out.

See you later, man.

Yeah.

Look forward to it.

(NICK WHISTLING)

(CLOSES CASH DRAWER)

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Frulein. Dude, what the

f*** are you... (GROANS)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(SOFTLY) What the f***?

(MUFFLED MUSIC

AND INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What's up, gangster?

MURPH:
Oh, Peaches.

NICK:
Oh, Frulein, you're up.

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.

TONY Z:
(WHISTLES) Borracho!

I think y'all got me

confused with somebody.

Why my pants wet?

(LAUGHTER)

Come on, man, if you and

your Uncle Tom over here

are into some

homo sh*t, 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 f***ing 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.

BORRACHO:
That's nice.

F***ing genius, man.

How fast were you going?

(ALL LAUGHING)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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 f***ing style, buddy.

All right, girls, time to go.

Grab your shoes. Grab your sh*t.

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 f***ing 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. (SNICKERS)

Now, personally, that sh*t 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...

(YAWNS LOUDLY)

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 f***ing question.

No. Not at all.

Right, exactly.

We just shoot you.

It's less paperwork.

So tell me,

what the f*** are you doing

hanging out in that crew?

You're a p*ssy.

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 f***ing 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 f***ing 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 sh*t. Just...

You listen to me, fuckface.

We don't give a sh*t about you.

(GASPING)

You in Merrimen's crew?

Hmm?

Huh? You hit the stadium?

(GASPS)

You talky-talky now?

(STRAINING) Yes, please.

(COUGHING)

DONNIE:
F***!

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

I'm just the driver!

I'm just the driver!

They don't give me no gun.

I don't do no gangster sh*t.

They asked me to drive,

so that's what I do.

That's it. F***!

Why did Merrimen hijack

an empty armored car?

I don't know, all right?

They keep me in the dark

for sh*t like this.

If the cops come down on me,

I can't tell them sh*t

if I don't know sh*t.

Now y'all can hook me up

to a lie detector,

a f***ing polygraph,

whatever y'all got.

I'm telling you what I know,

and that's all you'll get.

Please, just let me the f*** go.

F*** 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.

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.

(LATIN HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

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.

DONNIE:
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.

(DOOR BUZZING)

See you soon, Ray.

No, you won't.

NICK:
Where'd you meet him?

DONNIE:
It was in Carson,

at the Hawaiian dude's house.

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

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