Wrath of Man

Copy that. Over and out.

You gotta get these hinges greased, Mick. Come on!

The grease isn't the problem.

It's the hinge.

This is a creaky old dinosaur.

This old girl shoulda been retired 10 years ago.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, they should have retired me 10 years ago.

Not you, Charlie.

You're in your prime.

I should know 'cause we're the same age,

and I'm in my prime.

Hey, is that coffee still hot?

Yeah, it's hot enough.

All right, then. Could you do me a favor?

You ever thought about, uh, buying a coffeemaker?

Coffeemaker?

You know, one that's got that milk froster thing?

Oh, yeah. Frother. I got ya.

Yeah. That way, then you can, uh...

Thanks.

You know, make your own cappuccino.

Ugh, God damn!

Hey, I thought you said this coffee was hot.

What is this?

Dude, it's typical. What's our time?

I don't know,

but this truck needs to get movin'.

The game's gonna be startin' soon,

and the freeway's gonna be backed up.

- Oh, fuck! - Shit!

- What the fuck? - Reverse!

- Dispatch, come in! - What the fuck

- are we gonna do now? - You know what to do.

- Follow protocol! - Oh, shit.

- There's procedures for this! - Let's go! Reverse! Reverse!

I'm fuckin' trying! What the fuck?

Dispatch, come in!

They're cuttin' the fucking doors!

We're being hit by armed assailants.

Shit!

Repeat, armed robbery in progress!

They're comin' in!

They're cutting the doors!

Get your motherfucking ass out here!

- Bravo, come in! - Hands up!

Hands up in the air!

Follow protocol. Police have been dispatched.

Let's move!

- Come in, over. - Get the fuck out!

Come in, Bravo 3729.

Keep your hands away from your weapons.

Hands away from your weapons!

- Let's move! - Can you hear me?

They don't pay you enough to act a fool, let's go!

Get your motherfucking ass down!

All right! All right!

- Fortico 1377, alarm raised. - Move!

First Street viaduct.

Fuck me.

Alarm registered.

- Tires, now. - Clear!

Do what we say and you fucking live.

Bravo, two black-and-whites en route.

Approximately two minutes away.

Two units dispatched.

Incoming. ETA, two minutes.

Two minutes!

Bravo, can you hear me?

What the fuck?

Please respond.

Base to Bravo, what's happening there?

The fuck is going on out there?

Fuck!

He shot two fucking guards, Elvis.

He shot two fucking guards!

Number one, are we good?

Bravo, come in. Over.

Are we good, number one?

- We're good. - Base to Bravo,

what's happening there?

- What's your 20? - Number one just shot

- a fucking... - Shot a fucking...

Base to Bravo, 3729, respond.

What do you see?

Incoming! Incoming on the right!

Elvis, what's the play?

- Five, incoming! - I'm on it!

Take the legs!

Fuck!

Oh, my God. What the fuck?

I said the fucking legs.

Three, take his gun.

Okay, we got one minute. Let's go!

Exit west! We gotta go, Elvis! Come on!

B-team, let's go! Let's go!

Come in, Bravo, 3729. Bravo, please respond.

Fortico Security specialize in armed guard

cash pickup trucks and deliveries across LA.

Our clients are made up of

large-scale retail department stores,

marijuana dispensaries, cash vaults,

casinos, private banks.

Could I get another one? Thank you.

We're not federal.

We're essentially middlemen.

Hundreds of millions shifting through here every week.

We got 12 trucks, two or three guards in each.

A driver, a messenger, and a guard,

each moving up to 15 mil a day, and sometimes more,

which can attract unwanted attention.

I won't lie. It can be dangerous,

which is why we train you properly

and pay the premium rates,

so we can all sleep better at night.

Thanks.

Now, your background checks came back fine,

and your reference from

Orange Delta Security was impressive.

That was a good company.

I'm sorry to hear it went bust.

Family?

Married. Divorced.

No one else?

No.

Good. Stay focused. I like it.

But just so you know,

we lost a couple of guards a while back.

Killed on the job. A civilian, too.

A fuckin' tragedy,

and they still haven't found the scum who did it.

And that's why we've upped our game.

Sixty hours of firearms training.

Patrick? Are you Patrick Hill?

No, please. Don't get up.

Good to meet you.

Let's see. Hill... Hill...

H. I'm gonna call you H, if that's okay?

They call me Bullet, which is ironic

because I certainly don't move like one.

You ready for target practice?

Ready.

I saw you had your pistol license already.

So, this is the pre-assignment training course.

We got eight hours together,

popping cans off walls and the like.

You need to hit the 70% pass mark.

There's some fitness which, by the looks of it,

shouldn't be a problem for you.

We just need to see how you are under pressure.

Shall we get started?

Whatever you say, Bullet.

Well, that's quite enough of that.

Been a while, huh?

Little practice, I'm sure you'll get there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Too far! Too far!

Pull up a little. Pull it up.

Look at that.

70%.

Just slipped in.

Any less, we'd be doing this again.

You won't be joining a Formula 1 team anytime soon,

but you'll do for this job.

Let's get you suited.

How many we got coming?

In that case, I'll get three pounds of ribs

and a bucket of wings for the kids.

Cough up, Bullet.

Dude, I'm on the phone.

I don't care. $30.

- How much? - 30 bucks.

Wait for it, wait for it.

- Change? - Suplex!

- I want that money. - There you go, buddy.

Give me that dollar dollar.

- Forty-one. - Incoming. Thank you.

Forty-two's not gonna beat me.

- Fuck off, Dana. - Come on.

You're not supposed to be in here anyway.

No, I think it's you

who's in the wrong changing room, Stuart.

Come on. Let's look lively, people.

Chop-chop, Goose. Show me your money.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new addition.

Here you go, Shirley.

May I introduce H.

Oh, she'll do.

Put him down, Dana.

Come on. I'll show you your locker.

This one's yours.

- You good? - Yeah.

Why, don't I look it?

No, buddy, you look like a shrink-wrapped Rolls-Royce,

in contrast to this car crash.

Meet Hollow Bob and Boy Sweat Dave.

You look like you could do some pull-ups.

I'll put a 50 on you beatin' Boy Sweat here.

What's the matter with him? He looks good for it.

Yeah, that's what Boy Sweat thinks,

but he's also a cock.