After the Sunset

Got him.
Target is in sight.
Clock him close.
He's not going anywhere.
I'm hand-carrying this thing
right into the museum.

Stan, you've got more cover on you
than the president.

The diamond is safe.
This is an armed caravan,
completely bulletproof, magnetic locks.

- This transfer is under control.
- I'm hot.

FBI Travel Link climate control.
I don't understand your command.
I don't understand your command.
I don't under...I don't...I don't...
I don't under...I don't understand...

It's too damn complicated.
- That way.
- That's some bullshit!

Are you kidding me, ref?
That's the Lakers' ball.

My blind grandmother
coulda seen that!

- Sit down, fat boy!
- That's the Lakers' ball!

I'm callin' it!
What are you doing?
Green light go,
red light stop, buddy.

No, no, no. No, sir.
Thank you, thank you.
Okay, great.

Nice job. Bye-bye.
- Tip him. Get him outta here.
- Yeah, yeah.

No, come on, that's enough.
Okay, thank you.
Go take a bath.
There you go.

Let's roll.