2 Fast 2 Furious Page #6

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No. I'm thinkin'

we may need it

for somethin' else,

'cause our cars may get

a little crowded,

you know?

#Pump, p-p-pump

Pump it up#

Man, when you start

eatin' so much?

I was in jail, brah.

I know how shitty

the grub is

on the inside.

With the way things is shapin'

up out here right now,

it'll be a matter of time

before I'm back in there

or dead.

So I'm tryin' to eat

all I can while I can.

Plus the doctor tell me

I got a high metabolism.

Man, you remember us

growing up?

You know, playing

football in the dirt.

You know, gettin' in trouble,

all the stupid things we did.

When you got busted, you know,

whether I was a cop or not,

you know, if there was

anything I could've done,

I would've done it,

and I just want you

to know that.

Is that why you let

that dude go in L.A.?

Yeah. I think that had

a lot to do with it.

When I got busted,

it wasn't your fault.

It was all on me,

Mr. Roman Pearce...

wild-and-out crazy, man.

No one can tell me

nothin:

- Ridin' solo.

- Yeah, well, not anymore.

Not anymore, bro.

I got Verone's Navigator

leavin' the residence.

Copy. Sir, we've got

Verone on the move

to the airstrip.

Good. Let's get a bird

in the air. Tell him

to keep his distance.

Good and tight.

Ready to go.

Channel two. Channel two.

You're all set.

Thanks.

All set?

Yep. Let's do it.

Report.

What's goin'on out there?

- Team one checking in.

- Team two checking in.

- Team three checking in.

- Team four.

All clear here too.

Team five checkin' in.

This is team six.

All clear.

Here we go.

Yeah, so you know what to do.

Just stay cool,

keep focused.

Remember, the airstrip's

on Nallwood Avenue.

It's the third exit

after the bridge.

- Got it.

- So what up, man?

You ready for this?

Come on, man.

Guns, murderers

and crooked cops?

- I was made for this, brah.

Come on.

I got activity at Verone's

trailer property.

Do not move an inch

until I tell you to.

Load up.

All units, move on

the trailer property

right now. Move!

Sh*t! Local P.D.

Is moving in

on our guys.

Three bags in one car, huh?

Guess so.

Cops.

- I'm not goin' back to jail.

- Where you goin', man?

Let's go! Let's go!

What is he doin'?

Okay, now let's get

the chopper over them.

I want eyes right on top.

You got it.

Lima 25, follow G.P.S.

You know what

you're doin', man?

Stay with me, Rome.

Stay with me.

Come on, man.

I've got 'em

heading south on l-95.

Bring in the aerial E.S.D.'s.

Oh, sh*t!

- They're catching up, man!

- Shut up, man!

- Yeah, nice drivin', Rome.

Nice drivin'.

- I gotcha, Brian.

Check it out, man!

What was that?

Oh, sh*t.

- Come on, man.

Take the wheel.

- No. I can't drive.

Just hold the wheel!

I can't drive!

Hold it right there!

Just hold it steady,

just like that.

What are you doin', man?

Qu pasa?

Whoo!

Yeah, man!

Hold.

Bilkins,

the bird's in place.

Yeah. We got

Verone's Navigator.

All right.

Money's in transit.

Sit tight.

You're a good driver, man.

Thanks, bro.

We've got the area

blocked ahead.

They've got nowhere to go.

Oh! What was that?

I've got a visual.

Video should be

coming through.

We got it.

Looks good.

Where are they going?

Oh, sh*t!

All right, Miami's finest,

let's see what you got.

Come on.

Stay with me, boys.

- Hey, man. Everyone's here.

Time for the show.

- Let's give it to 'em.

All right. Let the party

begin. Let's go.

This is unit 2599.

We have the suspects

surrounded.

Holy sh*t!

It's a scramble, baby.

A big one!

Yeah! Let's do this!

- Check this out!

We're not tracking them

on video.

Must have lost them

in the scramble.

Y'all, let's break.

Yeah!

All right. We got 'em

going west on Beach.

Roger that.

I've got 'em.

Customs has a fix

on two cars going

west on Beach.

Roger. Follow those cars.

Roger that.

Sh*t.

They're cornered.

Keep your hands

where I can see 'em.!

- Put your hands up.!

- Whoa. Fellas, fellas.

I know my tags are

out of date, but, damn!

What the hell?

Where are they?

Man.!

How about them apples,

man?

Yeah! That's some drivin' for

your ass, baby! Ain't that

some drivin' for your ass?

- Good job, man.

- Whatever, man.

You supposed to be

a stone-face killer.

You over there

grabbin' your seat belt.

Hey, Tej. Thanks a lot.

You're the clutch.

I owe you one, big time.

Yeah, Brian, you really

do owe me, man.

You really do... Us.

Suki says you owe us,

a'ight?

- Yo, Rome. You there, man?

Come in.

- What's up, man?

It looks like we got just

one more trick left, huh?

My pleasure, buddy.

Let's do it, baby.

Hey. We should grab Verone

while we still can.

No. Not yet.

What? You lost 'em?

Sh*t! Those little pricks

are running.

- It's your call.

What do you want to do?

- We're gonna take him down.

He is not leaving here.

Enjoyin' the ride?

Man, it's a fast car, huh?

Man, it's a classic.

Old school.

American muscle.

Man, this car can do

all kinda things, man.

Wanna see?

Check this out

right here, homey.

Yo! What are you

doin', man?

Shut up!

- "Ejecto seato," cuz!

It worked.!

I love this button.!

- Stay on your toes, puto!

Mr. O'Conner,

it worked, baby.

Blow and go.

I'm all clear.

- Meet me at the point.

Hurry up, man. It's on, baby.

- All right. Ten-four, man.

Are you ready?

Let's go!

I got this side.!

Raise your hands!

Raise your hands!

Raise your hands!

Get down! Get down!

Get down!

Clear.!

We're clear.!

Back it up.!

It's not Verone and Fuentes.

What do you mean?

Then where the hell

are they?

Get off at Tarpon Point.

Tarpon Point? There's...

There's no airstrip

at Tarpon Point.

Who said anything

about an airstrip?

Brian. Brian, man,

what's the holdup, brah?

- Yo, Rome,

there's a new plan.

- What the hell?

We're meeting them at

the Tarpon Point exit,

not the airstrip.

- So what are you sayin'?

- Like I said,

there's a new plan.

Brian. Brian, hello?

You there?

Damn!

Yo! What the hell

is he doin'?

The feds are in the wrong place.

Brian's woman is on her own

with Verone.

- So...

- So Brian's not comin'.

- It's all right.

Let him out.

- Get out.

Pop the trunk.

Hurry up.

- Where's the rest of it?

- The other car.

- Another car.

Where's the other car?

- On it's way.

- On the way, huh?

- Yeah. Here's your money.

So you know nothing

about the agents

that stormed my jet?

The funny thing is that

I only told one person

about the airstrip.

Hmm.

Customs agents sure

are gettin' pretty,

aren't they?

Put her on the boat.

- Let's go.

- Get on the boat.

- Hide the cars

and get rid of him.

- Back in the car.

End of the road.

You know, I like you,

but I still gotta kill you.

It's my job.

- What's that?

- What's that?

- It's Barstow, baby!

It's about to get ugly!

Let's go.

Let's go.

Get your...

Oh, sh*t!

Come on.

You had me.

You slipped.

Eleven and a half months,

and you slipped once.

Put her downstairs.

I'll see you

in a second.

I thought you was dead, man.

Yeah. Me too. Thanks

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