Den of Thieves Page #5

---

It's Marcus' boy.

Worked with him

over at the Hofbrau.

Say he did some time

with him at Wayside.

He was a Marine for a minute.

Say the nigga can drive.

He be cool.

All right, let's check him out.

DONNIE:
Real smart dude.

He had just got out of prison

from what I could tell.

You ready to roll, Ray?

514!

Come on, let's cuff them up.

(DOOR BUZZING)

See you soon, Ray.

No, you won't.

NICK:
Where'd you meet him?

DONNIE:
It was in Carson,

at the Hawaiian dude's house.

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

Donnie, what's good, man?

What's up?

Come on, man. Follow me.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Oh, sh*t. What's up?

Donnie, beer?

Yeah, yeah.

Thank you. Thank you.

So you spent

some time at Wayside?

Yeah, a little bit.

What do they serve

for breakfast on Fridays?

Silver dollar pancakes.

Three of them.

Where you from?

Hawthorne.

So you can drive, huh?

Oh, I can drive.

(ENGINE STARTS AND REVS)

Drive.

You might want to

put that seat belt on.

(SEAT BELT CLICKS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(TRUCK BEEPING)

He liked how I drove, so, a

week later, I did my first gig.

We hit this rave at a stadium.

(SPEAKING POLYNESIAN)

Got one.

Minus the dye pack,

is the count all good?

The count is on.

That's a lot of money

right there, bro.

Why don't we just call it a day?

Really?

You want three in hot bills,

you looking over your shoulder

for the rest of your life,

or would you rather

have 30 clean?

I'm just saying.

Let's just call it quits

while we're ahead.

Put it away.

We're trading up.

All right. F*** it.

Let's do it.

What happened to the cash?

I don't know.

They don't tell me.

They don't talk much.

Yeah, people with things to

hide never have much to say.

So am I under arrest,

or can I leave?

Nah, you just keep

doing your thing.

We'll be in touch.

(COUGHING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Yeah?

MERRIMEN:
Horsepower, be at 1st and

Central at 0800. Don't be late.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Jesus Christ!

You scared the sh*t out of me,

babe. Can't do that.

What are you doing right now?

You erasing your recent calls?

My phone? What do you mean?

I don't know how to work this

f***ing thing. You know that.

"I don't know how to work this

f***ing thing. You know that."

Come on.

(SIGHS) Babe, we really have

to go through this right now?

Where you been?

It's 6:
00 a.m.

Where have you been?

Been at work?

Surveillance? Robbing drug dealers?

Because you smell like a stripper.

Of course, I was at work.

It's funny

'cause I got this text.

What was so hot, then?

Is that a work text?

Huh?

You f***ed up.

You text me instead.

(CHUCKLES)

Who does that?

It's street theater, babe.

It's not what it looks like.

I'm sorry.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote