Den of Thieves Page #5

Synopsis: A gritty crime saga which follows the lives of an elite unit of the LA County Sheriff's Dept. and the state's most successful bank robbery crew as the outlaws plan a seemingly impossible heist on the Federal Reserve Bank.
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Christian Gudegast
Production: STX Entertainment
 
IMDB:
7.0
Metacritic:
49
Rotten Tomatoes:
40%
R
Year:
2018
140 min
$44,680,327
Website
7,313 Views


the other day, yeah?

DONNIE:

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?

DONNIE:
Yeah.

Food here sucks.

(SIGHS) Yeah. Yeah,

we come here for the ass.

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

Yeah. Definitely.

DONNIE:
Have a good night.

Number 55, right?

That's how I 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 f***ing

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.

(MERRIMEN SIGHS)

You a cop?

(SCOFFS)

No. Are you?

(DONNIE SCOFFS)

Get out of the car.

Go!

Where's the wire?

Come on, man.

I'm not wearing

a f***ing wire, man.

Man, I'm not wearing

no f***ing wire.

(DONNIE GROANING)

Get up.

(DONNIE GRUNTS)

How does he know you?

Don't tell me

it's from the f***ing gym.

Look, I don't know him.

Smoke this punk.

Talk, motherf***er.

I'm not no cop, all right?

Now he came to me.

He know you.

He know all of you.

But I ain't tell him sh*t.

He was sweating me.

I ain't seen him since.

I thought he'd leave us alone.

(DONNIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

So how much do they know?

Nothing.

I ain't tell them sh*t.

I don't know nothing anyway.

And you know I'm the last

person that would f*** this up.

Now, if we've got to

call it off, I get it.

But I know

I ain't tell them sh*t.

Friday. Make sure

he knows it's on.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING

ON SPEAKERS)

So good.

(LAUGHTER)

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

Okay. (WHISTLES)

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?

NICK:
Relax.

I already ate.

(SIGHS)

Give me a pen, stud.

Nick, I was gonna call you.

I was gonna take you

to dinner next week.

Just give me a f***ing pen.

(HUMMING)

Thanks, Rudd.

I'm gonna hit the...

No, you're not.

How's the wine?

Good?

That's pretty f***ing 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...

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHS)

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, hoss?

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 f***ing cops.

That's what I'm saying.

Call the f***ing cops. I'm sorry,

but it's time for you to go.

Call the cops.

I'm sorry...

Don't f***ing touch me.

I'm sorry.

Do not f***ing touch me.

DEBBIE:
Come on, Nick.

Just, please go.

(SIGHS)

(NICK CLEARS THROAT)

MURPH:
Take your time.

(LAUGHS)

NICK:
What happened to you?

Borracho, what do you think?

What the f*** 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.

Frulein,

we got your back, bro.

Don't worry about a thing.

F***.

Better wear your vest.

We're in.

(GUNSHOTS)

(RAPID GUNSHOTS)

(RAPID GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(RAPID GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SIGHS)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHING)

(SNIFFS)

Z? (EXHALES)

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.

(SIGHS)

TEACHER:
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.

(CHUCKLES)

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?

(IN FUN VOICE) What about the honey-bear?

Honey-bear good?

(GIGGLES)

Yeah? You miss me?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

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.

TEACHER:
Recess is over.

Come on, kids. Come line up.

Go on, Pookie.

Bye, Daddy.

TEACHER:
Come on, McKenna.

Come on, honey.

(SIGHS)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(CRYING QUIETLY)

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

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 f***ing floor.

You understand?

Got it.

Go put your sh*t on.

Magazine, Borracho?

Yeah.

BORRACHO:
We good?

MURPH:
We 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 f***ing daylight.

They're packing big.

Ooh, sh*t. Look at these

motherfuckers.

MERRIMEN:
Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

Down on the ground! Get

down on the f***ing ground!

Freeze!

Freeze! Don't move!

Stay right there!

Freeze!

Freeze!

You two! Move! Get over there!

Get over here!

Hurry up!

BOSCO:
(SHOUTING)

Get out here, now!

Move there now! Go! Go! Go!

Move back!

Stay right there! Now!

Eyes to the floor!

MERRIMEN:
Listen up!

Everybody pay the f***

attention!

DONNIE:
Eyes to the ground!

MERRIMEN:
'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!

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