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for conduct, safety, and citations,

you're a f***ing goner.

- You got me?

- Yes, ma'am, loud and clear.

Don't f*** this up.

(SIREN BLARING)

MALE OFFICER:
Pull to the right.

3-9 to base, we're 7-0-4.

How they gonna force us off the highway,

then block the f***ing exit?

LT? Clear?

Hey, hey, hey.

You think that door's gonna evaporate

and not kill that woman right there?

Oh, Dad, what woman?

You're high, right?

It's noon and you're high already.

Lay off, Dad.

BECKY:
No, no, no!

Please, no!

(SCREAMING, SOBBING)

RAY:
It's gonna be okay, ma'am.

You're gonna be home

with your cats in no time.

REED:
Clear!

Oh, sh*t!

(BECKY SCREAMING)

DISPATCHER:
EAGLE-6, we have an 11-80

at the 210 and Lowell.

EAGLE-6 responding to 11-80

at 210 and Lowell.

(PANTING) LT. What's going on?

This ain't the plan.

What are you doin', man?

You and TJ skimmed

200 grand off the last job.

You think I wouldn't notice?

They're on the ramp, TJ. Two bikes.

Dispatch, this is EAGLE-6.

We have four suspects

on two black motorcycles

heading eastbound

toward Pennsylvania Ave.

Shots fired, shots fired!

Let's see how much

your boyfriend loves you.

TJ:
Oh, my God. He's got David.

PARISH:
Who's David?

RAY:
One of you is gonna die.

You choose, thief.

Thief? F*** does that mean?

RAY:
I let you on my crew,

and you're gonna steal from me?

It's you or David.

TJ!

Hey, TJ!

Buckle back in!

Don't jump, TJ!

Don't jump!

PARISH:
TJ!

TJ!

- (BODY THUDS)

- (GASPING)

You've got two weeks to

get our money back, or you die, too.

You understand?

(BARTON GASPING)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Clay! You're back already, dude?

That's great.

Yeah, let me tell you something.

It's gonna take two surgeries

just so I can lift my children again,

you f***ing a**hole.

Whoa! That's a weird way to thank me

for saving your life, buddy,

but you're welcome!

- Shooting me was an act of kindness?

- Absolutely!

You should allow me to return the favor.

But Hector's got your gun.

How are you gonna shoot me?

- Hey! You're a bad partner!

- Yeah? You're incompetent!

- You're a bad person.

- You're not even an agent.

- Bad agent!

- Clay, go home.

You're gonna want to alternate

between heat and ice.

- Twenty minutes each time.

- Shut up. Let's go.

- Get over here.

- F***er.

CHP Internal has asked for our help

on that armored car job.

They think some of their own

were involved.

What, the one where the pilot jumped?

Yeah, or maybe the copilot pushed him.

They don't know.

How many cops do they suspect?

PETERSON:
Five. We need to find them.

How much they get?

- 12.6 million.

- (WHISTLES)

Truck had just left Santa Anita with

the cash take from the Breeders' Cup.

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