Bello: Put the guns down, Paul.
Today is not a good day to die.
Briggs: Bello.
Bello: I know... I feel like we've met.
Eddie has said so much about you.
Briggs: All good, I'm sure.
Bello: Why did you pull your gun on your friend?
Briggs: We heard your crew got jacked by Bobby moi.
Bello: Huh.
Briggs:And then, all of a sudden, you request a meeting.
We walk in here, and I see your boys pointing heat in this direction, light bulb... you think one of us had something to do with it.
Bello: You're a quick thinker.
Briggs: I didn't sell you out, Bello.
The only new face around here is that one.
Mike: Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I didn't say anything to anybody.
Briggs: Shut your rat mouth!
Mike: I'm not taking a bullet for you.
Bello: Mike, talk to me.
Save your life.
Mike: We made the buy with Eddie. And then I went right back to base. You don't believe me call my quarter master, Henry Friedler. He'll tell you the exact time that I signed back in.
Bello: Yes, my friend. Does anyone have the number for the Marines?
[chuckles]
Mike: okay, okay, listen. I didn't rat anybody out.
Briggs: or maybe you followed these guys after the buy, and then told Bobby their location, huh?
Mike: Well…. How could I follow them?
Don't you think that Eddie would spot a tail?
Bello: you shut up, Army Boy!
Eddie.
When you left the buy to bring the cargo to me, Did you do a heat run?
Eddie: Of course I did.
Bello: so you did all those tricky turns, the back track, you did all of that?
Eddie: I always do!
Bello: then how could Bobby's crew know? How did anyone know where you would be? Light the stove. What is the key ingredient in a bullet, Mike?
Mike: Lead, sir.
Bello: that's right. Set your gun down, Eddie. Don't move away from him. Point your guns now.
Eddie: Bello, I would never betray you.
Bello: Mike, Paul. This may prove to be an internal matter after all.
Briggs: Huh?
Bello: We've got off to the wrong foot. But that is the past. Get your guys on the floor.
( clicks chamber open, closed)
I hear that your pretty handy with this thing.
Mike: I am
( snaps empty the chamber)
(Yells)
Briggs: Oh my God, that was so intense, huh, Mike?
Mike: Yeah that was intense. That was insane. I am sweating everywhere.
Briggs: Ah, baby just breathe. We've cracked the top rung, baby, We are partying with the boss.
Mike: Huh? Bello.
You put a gun to my head.
Briggs: Two guns, actually, and you rolled with it.
You played the part like Brando, man.
You know?
You had me nervous there for, like, a nanosecond, but then you dropped that camp Pendleton thing.
What? Who the hell is Henry Friedler?
Mike: He's my high school football coach.
[Laughs]
Briggs: Your high school... your high school football coach
My God, man.
And then the way you turned it around on him.
You know? Like a pro.
Hell of an instinct, Mikey.
You showed me a lot back there.
You really did.
Mike: I think I'm gonna be sick.
You got to pull over.
Briggs: kill that noise. stand up and scream your lungs out. Do it right now. Do it. It works.
Mike: Whoo!
(laughs)
Briggs: Oh Yeah, Yeah
(nervous grunts)
( both laugh)
Briggs: feel that? Huh?
Mike: yeah.
Briggs: Me too man. Me too
I mean, we couldn't have drawn it up any better. You know the way that I tossed you that dish about the heat run, you just took it to the hoop like a white Lebron. Yeah!
Mike: yeah I did. I thought you were going to kill me.
Briggs: yeah
( both chuckle)
Briggs: When I asked you who you were talking to , what were you going to say?
Mike: oh, I was just, uhh…. I was just….. I was just making it up as I go along, man.
Briggs: Making it up
Mike: Making it up
( Chuckles)
Briggs: You rocked it, Special Agent Michael Warren.
I'm like a chocolate Jesus- Jakes
Mike: Can I ask you something?
When my friend Paige came up to you at the bar, what did she say to you?
Abby: She said, "that guy is Mike", and of all of the guys in the bar, he's real.
" Are you real, Mike?