Den of Thieves Page #3

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Donnie, what's good, man?

What's up?

Come on, man. Follow me.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Oh, sh*t. 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.

(ENGINE STARTS AND REVS)

Drive.

You might want to

put that seat belt on.

(SEAT BELT CLICKS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(TRUCK BEEPING)

He liked how I drove, so, a

week later, I did my first gig.

We hit this rave at a stadium.

(SPEAKING POLYNESIAN)

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. F*** 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.

(COUGHING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Yeah?

MERRIMEN:
Horsepower, be at 1st and

Central at 0800. Don't be late.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Jesus Christ!

You scared the sh*t 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

f***ing thing. You know that.

"I don't know how to work this

f***ing thing. You know that."

Come on.

(SIGHS) 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 f***ed up.

You text me instead.

(CHUCKLES)

Who does that?

It's street theater, babe.

It's not what it looks like.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

F***.

DEBBIE:
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 f***?

Hey, yo.

It's gonna be too loud

for you guys, okay?

Deb? Deb?

Will you put this on?

Is Daddy coming with us?

What are you doing, Deb?

What the f*** are you doing?

It will be too loud for you guys.

Wifey, wifey.

Seriously, what are you doing?

McKENNA:

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.

DEBBIE:
Time to go right now.

Christ sake.

Will you slow it down a second?

Give Daddy some rest.

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 f***ing mind?

Oh, great language right

in front of my daughter.

Great fathering!

Nice. Nice. Dropping F-bombs

in front of my daughters.

"My kids," huh? "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 f***

out of here, you f***er!

You motherf***er!

You get back! You understand

me, you motherf***er?

(SOBBING)

Stay away from us!

Nice. Nice.

Good. Good.

Okay. Mommy's okay.

See you later.

Perfect.

Morning.

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 Twentynine Palms

the same time Merrimen was there.

NICK:
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.

MERRIMEN:
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.

MERRIMEN:
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 Twentynine 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.

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