2 Fast 2 Furious Page #4

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What? You mean your old pal

O'Conner didn't tell ya?

He flipped on Bilkins in L.A.

Gave his mark his car keys

and let him disappear.

That's why he's not

a cop anymore.

So what do you think, expert?

Man, I don't know.

All right.

We'll keep an eye on her.

We're out of here.

You let your man go, huh?

Drop it. I don't

wanna talk about it.

Drop it, hell!

I wanna hear

about this, homey.

I said forget about it, cuz.

We got Fuentes in with Verone,

Markham tryin'

to blow our cover...

and we got two wired cars

that are no better than that

damn ankle bracelet of mine.

I'm-a tell you, brah.

You let your man Markham do that

sh*t again in front of Verone,

- that's gonna be our ass.

- I know, man. I know.

It's gettin' thick real quick,

and we may need a way out.

- We gotta come up with

some exit strategy.

- Exit strategy, huh?

Yeah.

I like the way that sounds.

What you got in mind?

I don't know, man.

But we need two more cars.

Yeah. Here they come.

Fonzie and Fabio.

Glad you can join us.

We heard you boys

wanted to get rid

of those CrackerJack toys.

No. Actually we just figured

those cars you got

deserved better drivers,

which is why we're gonna

take 'em off your hands.

- You know, why don't

we settle this now?

- Wait, wait.

How about we settle this

on the blacktop, huh?

Each car does it

down and back,

tag-team style...

for slips.

Loser walks home.

- We came to race.

- Well, load 'em up then.

Come on, bro.

Let's get these cars.

All right, check it out.

There's no way we gonna beat

these guys straight up.

The Hemi's puttin' out

about 425...

and that Yenko

will snap a speed on

about five seconds flat.

We're gonna have to pull

somethin' out of our ass.

The only thing I can think of

is save the spray for

the way back, the return trip.

Done deal.

All right.

Let's do this, bro.

I'm gettin'

that orange one.

You ain't ready, Fabio!

All right. You each

got a barrel to go around

down at the end of the road.

The second wave gotta

sit tight till your partner

crosses this line right here.

First team to go

down and back twice

wins the race.

At which point,

the losers will

hand over them keys.

Otherwise, you'll be eatin'

breakfast through straws

from now on.

Comprende?

I get it.

Oh, this means you too.

- I got it.

- A'ight.

Let's race.

Come on, baby.!

You got this, Rome.

Let's do it.

Hey, you gone, homey.

I got this. This is done.

You about to lose

your car.

Do it, Rome!

Come on.

You got it.

You think I'm worried

about this fool, man?

This is nothin'.

- Aw, no.

- American muscle.

Your engine ain't

as big as your mouth.

Gotta smoke 'em. Gotta

smoke 'em. Gotta smoke 'em.

All right, here we go.

It's all right, baby.

I'm gonna handle this.

Handle it.

Ready and... go!

You ain't ready.

I run these streets.

Woo-hoo!

Romey Rome.

You ain't heard of me?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, yeah!

I'm-a get you.

Oh, I'm-a get you!

Where's your

big mouth now, boy?

That car's going home

with me, homey.

Oh, sh*t.

Eat this, sucker!

Sh*t!

Yeah, boy!

Go, Korpi!

Sorry, blondie.

How does that dust taste?

I don't know.

Come on, Rome.

What the...

Good move, kid. Let's see

if you got the balls. Come on!

- Whoo!

Goddamn! Come on!

Come on, Brian.

Bring it home, man.

Got two new cars!

That's all my man!

- Damn!

Y'all ain't ready, homeboy.

Get to walkin', Fabio.

Use them bus tokens, partner.!

Hey, how you doin'?

Good. What you need?

We're guests

of Mr. Verone's.

- It's a "hoasis"

in here, brah.

- Yeah.

Lots of potential.

Damn. You got a pen?

Phew. It's about to

get serious, brah.

Look at that girl

on the swing right there.

Hey. You guys

did something right.

- Verone never socializes

with hired help.

- Then what's that make you?

- Where's he at?

- He's on his way.

- You and Verone don't go

everywhere together?

- What's that supposed to mean?

Nothin'.

Huh. I'm-a go

take a piss.

You go do that.

What is his deal?

He doesn't trust people

that carry badges.

So you talk

like you know.

Yeah.

I'd been a cop

about two months...

when Roman was busted

in a garage raid.

He had eight sets of wheels

in his possession, each

and every one of them hot.

So you busted him?

No. I didn't even know

what was goin' down.

But, uh, that doesn't

really matter to him.

Basically, once

I became a cop,

Roman started

seeing me as a friend

that became the enemy.

You have a little...

Is there anything

I can get for you,

Mr. Verone?

Just tell 'em

to come join me.

Oh, yeah.

I was admiring this.

Yeah, I was looking

at it earlier.

- Damn.

- I wasn't about

to give it to you.

What's up?

He's here, man.

Where's he at?

He's over there.

Don't look.

Excuse me.

Mr. Verone would like

for you to join him.

Let's do it.

See what I'm talkin' about?

It's all right.

Let 'em in.

Go sit down.

I'll talk to you

in a second.

How ya doin'?

Good. You enjoying

your night?

Yeah. I'm havin'

a good time.

Good, good.

She's beautiful,

isn't she?

Hmm?

Yeah.

She's gorgeous.

You got balls, kid.

I can appreciate that.

Women are a very

powerful force.

You see the blond

sitting with

the gentleman right here?

Five minutes of her time,

and she can get anything

she wants from him.

- I love your hair.

- Watch.

I wonder where

they're going.

Sit down.

So, you, uh, lit my man's

car on fire. Is that right?

Yeah. I did.

You see, I got a problem

with authority.

Hmm. I have

that same problem.

For me, it's cops

in particular.

Let's take a walk.

Come on.

We just got here.

Now we're leaving.

Let's go.

Hey. Come on.

What's all that?

We're gonna have

a little fun.

- Hmm.

Thank you.

Let's just stay

a little longer.

- Hey, Carter.

Meet, uh,

Detective Whitworth.

One of Miami's finest.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Are you enjoying

yourself, Detective?

Yeah. I was.

I mean, you know me.

Yeah, I do know you.

- You been on my payroll

a long time.

- Verone, that ain't right.

Shut up.

I got one last job

for you, Detective.

You hear me?

Look, we've been

all through this.

Yeah?

Yeah. I said

I can't do it.

Hmm. That's

the wrong answer.

The table.

I'm a detective, Verone!

You do anything to me,

the whole force is gonna

be on your ass

in a minute.

Shut your mouth!

You fat piece of sh*t.

You can stop right now.

- What the hell...

What the hell is that?

- Sit down.

You're gonna regret this.

Just stop right now!

Once the bucket

gets hot enough,

Detective,

the rat is gonna

want out.

Get...

And the only direction

it can go is south.

Hey! Get...

Hey!

Hold that.

- Get it off me!

I'll forget it ever happened.

- Shut up.

Did you know that

your average rat...

Can chew through

a steel drain pipe?

You see, you have nothing

to worry about when he's

screaming, Detective.

It's when he goes quiet

that he goes to work.

Stop it.! Stop it.!

Stop it.!

Don't be stupid.

Stop it now.

You're in charge of the units

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