So John and the comedic relief go up to the business woman's office. Cena grabs the guy and forces him into an elevator and out to the lobby where the guy's bodyguards get in Cena and the shorter, rounder one's face. Eventually one of them takes a swing at Cena and misses. Dude, what the hell kind of relationship were you in that you'd openly start a fist fight with the company's ( apparently only two) security guards?
The round one splits them apart and says that sometimes Cena has to let it go, despite the bodyguard taking the first swing. Someone says something else mind-numbingly stupid and the comedic relief says "this is not one of those times" or something like that before a fight breaks out. Unsurprisingly, the comedic relief doesn't do much more than swing and miss in the second-and-a-half that he's in the shot.
Morgan talks with sort-of white guy from the robbery. Sort-of white guy offers him rock candy but Morgan turns it down, to which sort-of white guy says "you don't like it because... that one time..." followed by an awkward silence and out-of-place music.
I should note that this is the point where the movie seems to forget it's an action flick and attempts to be some sort of pseudo Rush Hour attempt at comedy. Guys, pick a direction for your movie and go with it. Don't cram any bullshit you can think up into the screenplay like this.
They go on to talk about how the next crime job will go, specifically what the getaway vehicle will be. To Morgan's dismay, it's a minivan. Why does this upset him so? Because "black guys don't drive minivans." Morgan, you weren't the driver last time. We've never seen you drive in this movie. Why should we assume you're the driver this time, especially for a vehicle type you apparently never drive because of racially-based opinions?
Sort-of white guy says he can have spinners put on it if he wants, to which Morgan says "Fuck you." Hey! Watch the language, Morgan! Most of the people watching this are John Cena fans and therefore not over the age of 13 and/or have no Y chromosome. Ease off the F-bombs!
They stop for gas at a station in the middle of nowhere. John goes to pay for gas inside while his wife waits in the truck and, as he walks inside, he passes Robert Patrick! And the rest of his crew are there too! Okay, why the hell are they there? On top of this being the mother of all coincidences, why are the bad guys driving the Lincoln and not the minivan as was the plan earlier? Morgan isn't even driving for this trip so who cares what he thinks about the car?!
One officer gets out of the car and pumps gas, glancing over at a clearly-nervous Patrick. He eventually walks over to Patrick and strikes up conversation, but never actually does anything that would indicate he knows who Patrick is. And how would he? It's not like the guy robbed a jewelry store and killed a clerk and a cop in broad daylight with countless witnesses.
So Morgan walks up behind the cop and shoots him. Keep digging that hole deeper, guys.