Triple 9

The more jobs we do with these guys...

The more they squeeze us.

Fucking Russians.

Well, Vassili kept things tight,

at least you knew where you were.

But this bitch...

I don't know.

Man, no shit.

I can almost feel her breathing down our necks.

I'll tell you what though, man.

This job, it's keeping her up nights.

Yeah. Well, the less we know, the better.

All right, so what we're talking about,

we're gonna need more bodies.

Franco and Marcus?

That's our move?

Well, we could do it ourselves, but...

Inside 3 minutes?

No, it's not possible.

Job needs to be done in broad daylight.

That means civilians, that means terrain.

We need them.

Don't worry.

I trained with Marcus.

Ah, shit. Fuck.

Hey, watch the leather, man.

Yeah.

So, yeah, these guys,

they can handle themselves. Trust me.

I'm telling you, Mike. Me and Marcus go way back.

It ain't Marcus I'm worried about.

All right.

We go in 2 weeks.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I just don't get how you can love

a dog more than a chick is all.

Well, you got a girlfriend,

now you can talk about women, huh?

Hey, Russell, where did you say

your brother met that girlfriend he has now,

the one he's in love with?

All right.

I need you all to tighten it up for me now.

Hey, you heard him.

- Tighten it up. - All right.

You better be right about this, Mike.

"One day, the czar's gardener came to report

"that someone had been stealing the fruits from the garden.

"Determined to catch the thief...

"...the czar ordered his 3 sons

"to watch his precious garden through the night."

"Elizabeth was loved by everyone in town."

Let's make this one for the books, huh?

Here's some paperwork to get it done.

Check them!

Radio check. Check, check. One, two.

We're good.

- We good? - Yeah.

Down! Everybody down!

Everybody down!

Franco, guy on your left.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Advise if responding, robbery in progress.

First City National...

Mike, call just went out.

Stand by for responder ETAs.

Hands out where I can see them, cabron!

You too!

Come on, put your hands out.

Face on the floor!

Don't move!

Open your mouth.

All right, 512 and 11 responding.

Three en route. They're getting close, Mike.

Two and a half minutes.

Open it.

ETA is one minute, Mike.

Response is coming from the south.

Working on a game plan. One sec.

I'm on it!

Don't move!

Everybody in the vault!

Gabe, remember, north on Hill and east on Ninth.

Copy. North on Hill and east on Ninth.

Go!

Yeah!

That's what I'm talking about!

Yeah!

Okay, you're approaching an intersection.

You've got a window. Take it.

Here. Right here.

Fuck!

Shit. Shit.

Gabe, you're gonna take the highway entrance ahead.

What the fuck?

Do not let him decelerate, Mike.

Do not let him decelerate.

Take this oncoming lane.

I can't see shit! What fucking lane?

Now!

What the fuck?

No way, no fucking way. I can't get it.

Whoa!

Oh, oh, fuck!

Oh, shit.

I'm cut off behind the collision, Mike.

You're on your own.

Franco, make some noise. Keep these people back.

Fuck.

Gabe, let's move. Get the box!

- Come on! - Fuck!

Franco, you've made your point. Stand down.

Let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Shit.

Goddamn stupid bullshit!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, like I was planning that shit!

God damn it, Gabe, you still a fucking amateur.

What the fuck!

Shut up!

The fuck you thinking you greedy piece of shit?

They put the bait in there for dumb fucks like you!

Marcus! Put your shit in the trunk, man.

Fuck!

- Bitch! - 3 days.

Unless you hear from me different.

Yeah, you know what? It was a gamble!

But you'd all be blowing me right now

if that shit hadn't been rigged.

Fuck you! And you know it!

Is this a game?

Yo, put it away, Franco.

Franco, man.

You ever point a gun at me again,

you'd be a fool not to use it.

You understand me?

- Copy that. - Copy that shit.

Go catch some bad guys, detectives.

You pull that shit out there,

what you think's going to happen?

Huh?

What the fuck you think is going to happen to you?

What?

Can't you see what I'm trying to do here?

- Get off me. - No, I ain't gonna get off you, little brother,

because you're going to end up fucking dead.

You didn't see the same shit me and Marcus seen.

Fuck, what? Navy SEAL shit again?

Huh?

Mike is pissed.

But Mike's still Mike.

These other two, Marcus and Franco...

Hey.

Do we have to worry about them?

Cops look after cops.

Same as you Special Ops do.

It's fine.

All right.

All right?

Gabe's been clean for 6 months.

He's trying.

He was a good cop.

Look, I know you give a fuck.

We're family, man. We're family.

God and righteousness will prevail.

Death to the ways of the devil.

All will prevail.

Goodness will prevail.

White devil establishes himself by rape!

That's right.

Murder! Robbing people!

God hates the white devil.

True, brother!

He's the illegal immigrant.

You, sir!

You have the sign of the beast around your neck like a hangman's noose.

God and righteousness will prevail.

The original man will rise.

He will rise again!

Death to the ways of the devil.

Detective Allen.

Goodness will prevail.

Well, they fired a warning shot.

Uh, 12-gauge tactical round.

Run it.

Yeah, we're dealing with a crash-and-bash, 4-man team.

We're pulling surveillance now.

The dye pack destroyed most of what they took in cash.

But their focus was on a security deposit box.

Yeah.

- Belonging to who? - It belonged to

a wealthy Russian named Dimitrije Petkov.

Family claims they have no idea why he would keep a box here.

That's Walter Sims, the bank manager right there.

Get me that report.

Walter.

Detective Allen. First time being robbed?

No fun, right?

They've got pictures of my family.

My daughters. Where we live.