Dobermann Page #4

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Two people are staying inside the bank.

They'll come out to drive a different vehicle.

No, they won't come out.

Damn it!

They tricked us!

Z1 calling all Foxes.

Clear all the exits.

Don't act without my command.

Repeat:
follow my orders.

I don't need a hostage situation.

If the people in the car signal,

the robbers inside will come out.

Then we move in, got it?

It's going to get f***ed up.

No, there are only two of them.

There are six of us,

and we're in the dark.

Let's go.

Sh*t!

It's me.

This is your first time.

Do not take the gate.

A**hole!

Don't move!

Don't worry, it's no problem.

Take that, cop.

Don't...

Well?

His head ruined my gun!

I don't like masks.

- Hello.

- Yann, cops.

We're still inside bank.

We'll be right there.

We have to go back. Cops.

Leo, the one on the motorcycle.

The one on the motorcycle!

Sh*t!

Shoot, quickly!

Shoot!

Where is he?

The invisible rider

The messenger from hell

Shoot him!

Hurry!

Goddamn cops!

Helmet!

Faster, priest.

Grenade.

No!

His light will shine on you

He's holding on!

He will make you stronger

You call out to God,

he shall accept you.

You shout.

He'll say...

I'm coming.

What is this? Blood?

It's the rider's. It's stuck.

Doesn't matter.

It's not the rider's,

there's hair.

It's Marx's.

What are you doing?

Give me his gun, I want

this to look like suicide.

Good idea.

What does this b*tch want now?

- Hello?

- It's Yann.

Sorry, I thought it was

my wife again.

There are cops everywhere.

Hold on, we'll be right there.

It's Yann. He's coming back for us.

Great, there's still a ton

of cops out there.

- I'll take care of them.

- Wait!

Use that guy as a shield.

Move it, we're here.

Come on, let's go.

Hey! You idiots.

Put down your weapons.

Very good...

Slowly

Great

Come on, cops...

Give me the gun!

Thank you, sir.

I am collecting guns.

Taxi's here!

Let's go.

Roy

I said this wouldn't work.

We have won.

They have lost.

Not bad.

Marx?

Where's Marx?

Sorry.

I opened the door, he ran out.

What? Then let's look for him.

Cops will be here any minute.

I don't care, I want my dog!

Wait! Pitbull!

Let me go, or I'll kill you!

Here is Marx.

A cop on a motorcycle was shooting at us.

God has punished him

He is beheaded and gone to heaven.

What?

He means we blew his head off.

I'll give him the best grave

The best grave for any dog.

Then I will skin these cops alive!

Sure.

Of course.

F***!

There's twice the bread

and cheap drinks

Want hot sauce?

No hot sauce, mustard.

The woman left the hotel.

She's dressed like a man.

A lesbian in men's clothes?

Yes, sir.

It's someone we know.

You remember Olivier?

The prostitute named Sunny?

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