Den of Thieves Page #4

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(YAWNS LOUDLY)

Do you know what this means?

It means I am

a member of a clique.

It's kind of like

being in a gang.

Sort of like a gang,

only we have badges,

which means you are done.

He ain't lying.

Let me ask you this.

Okay, do we look like the

types who will arrest you?

Put you in handcuffs,

drag you down to the station?

Hmm?

I'm asking you

a f***ing question.

No. Not at all.

Right, exactly.

We just shoot you.

It's less paperwork.

So tell me,

what the f*** are you doing

hanging out in that crew?

You're a p*ssy.

Those dudes are bad dudes.

Great thieves

but straight convicts.

What's Merrimen doing drinking

beers with the likes of you for?

Talk shop?

You gonna hit

the f***ing Hofbrau?

Take the place down, score, like,

what, two grand in ones and fives?

Is that what's afoot?

I'll answer that for you.

No, it f***ing isn't.

I don't know what crew

you're speaking about, man.

This dude just comes to

my bar where I work...

Stop. Shut up.

Come on, man. This is

some weird sh*t. Just...

You listen to me, fuckface.

We don't give a sh*t about you.

(GASPING)

You in Merrimen's crew?

Hmm?

Huh? You hit the stadium?

(GASPS)

You talky-talky now?

(STRAINING) Yes, please.

(COUGHING)

DONNIE:
F***!

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

I'm just the driver!

I'm just the driver!

They don't give me no gun.

I don't do no gangster sh*t.

They asked me to drive,

so that's what I do.

That's it. F***!

Why did Merrimen hijack

an empty armored car?

I don't know, all right?

They keep me in the dark

for sh*t like this.

If the cops come down on me,

I can't tell them sh*t

if I don't know sh*t.

Now y'all can hook me up

to a lie detector,

a f***ing polygraph,

whatever y'all got.

I'm telling you what I know,

and that's all you'll get.

Please, just let me the f*** go.

F*** y'all, man.

Let me go.

Well, I thought that was

relatively convincing, hmm?

Good stuff.

All right,

when did you meet him?

What do I get out of this?

What do you get out of this?

Well, your freedom for one.

Two,

you're not the bad guys.

We are.

Couple months ago,

they came through the bar,

and I served them a few drinks.

We started talking.

This is my boy, Bosco.

My brother for life.

We deployed together.

Hey, the kid can drive.

Okay.

Donnie, tell him about

the Trans Am Series.

Drove Trans Am Series, like

he said, for about a season.

What were their names?

Hawaiian dude,

he had a homie,

Bosco, white boy.

He was in the military,

and he worked for DWP.

I told him I needed

some extra money,

so he gave me a job.

Who's that? Merrimen?

Merrimen.

Ray Merrimen.

(LATIN HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

So what's up with this dude?

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