Fast & Furious Page #2

l'm almost done.

Why don't you tell me why you

dragged me here, Brian?

You know they're going

to capture Dom. Maybe worse.

l don't want you getting tangled up in this.

So stay away from him.

That's what you have to say

to me after five years?

All of a sudden,

you care what happens to me.

What l did to you was wrong.

l'm sorry. lt was. . . lt was

the hardest thing l've ever had to do.

l'm sorry, too, Brian.

l'm so sorry that you had to come

into my home and pretend to love me.

l'm so sorry that you ripped

my family apart.

l'm very sorry that that was

hard for you.

l lied to you.

l lied to Dom.

l lied to everybody.

That's what l do best.

lt's why the Feds recruited me.

Maybe you're lying to yourself.

Maybe you're not the good guy

pretending to be a bad guy.

Maybe you're the bad guy

pretending to be the good guy.

You ever think about that?

Every day.

l always wondered,

why did you let

my brother go that day?

l don't know.

Sh*t.

Brian !

l got the cross-checks on David Park

back and have a list of possibles.

What do you got? All right.

A 45-year-old male in a '06 Scion

with three reckless

driving tickets. No.

An '01 Chevy Tahoe.

No.

Two Mini Coopers,

a '06 and a '07, a Toyota hybrid.

Hell no. A '98 Saturn, a '95 Sebring.

A '98 Nissan 240 with an illegal mod.

Wait. That's it.

What? The 240 with the illegal mod.

How do you know?

'Cause that's something l'd drive.

Don't ! Don't ! Don't !

Green Torino, running nitro.

Whose car? l don't know, man.

l'm just the middleman. l swear !

l'm just the middleman !

(GROANS)

(PANTlNG)

Wait, wait, wait.

l don't know sh*t, man. l swear.

l just run cars for Braga, all right?

All l can do is get you in the race !

That's all l can do !

What race?

(SCREAMlNG)

Help ! Come on, hold on !

Let me up, man !

Come on !

Come on, man,

l don't know sh*t ! Just let me up !

l told you, you got to talk to Braga !

Bring him up, Dom.

God ! Don't drop me !

That's all l know !

Bring him up.

You here to take me in, O'Conner?

Sh*t ! Sh*t ! Shut up !

Letty was my friend, too.

You weren't anyone's friend.

Yo, can you guys talk about this later?

Now pull my ass up !

She was running for this guy,

Braga, and things went bad.

Please !

l'm going to get these guys, Dom.

Now let me do my job

and bring him up.

l'm going to kill this Braga.

God !

And anyone else

who gets in my way.

Hey !

Don't let go.

O'Conner !

O'Conner ! lf you ever release

a witness of mine again. . .

(GROANS)

That's enough !

STASlAK:
Don't touch me.

l'm fine !

PENNlNG:
That's enough.

You're through, O'Conner !

l said that's enough !

Stasiak, go get

yourself cleaned up.

What?

He hit me first ! You. . .

This isn't the Cub Scouts !

Now, go on !

You're bleeding on my floor.

O'Conner, do you know the difference

between a cop and a criminal?

What?

One bad judgment call.

Keep your sh*t in line, son.

Have a good time.

Take a seat.

Good news. We have intel that Braga's

number two, Ramon Campos,

will hold a street race

in Koreatown tomorrow night

to fill a slot on his team.

They've already chosen three drivers

from previous races.

Our newest informant,

Mr. David Park,

has been kind enough

to get us into the race.

O'Conner, you're up.

Let me guess, winner gets the slot.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, so these are all the imports

the city has in impound.

Okay, nice.

Pick your poison.

All right, 2206.

l crashed one of those.

Okay, so which one

do you want?

l want them all.

Standard issue tracking device.

Boss wants to know

where you are at all times.

(WHlRRlNG)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING

ON SPEAKERS)

(CAMPOS SPEAKlNG SPANlSH)

You want to play with it?

DWlGHT:
Hey !

(SNlCKERS)

What are you looking at, nutsack?

l don't know. You tell me.

The racer wants what Dwight's got.

See, but, ladies,

Dwight's already on the team.

You got to be fast

if you want to drive for Braga.

ls there a problem here?

No.

You one of Park's guys, blondie?

Yeah. Yeah, l am.

Follow me.

(SOFTLY)

See you later, punk.

You, too, punk.

FENlX:
Bull's-eye, coo, come on !

(CAMPOS EXCLAlMS)

FENlX:
We can do this all day.

(CAMPOS SPEAKlNG SPANlSH)

You all know why you're here.

Good drivers

are a dime a dozen.

Man, every corner's got a

chingadera tuner racing for pinks.

That's not what Braga

has got me looking for.

Braga wants someone that would sell

their abuelita to be behind the wheel.

Someone that drives their

but to push it and make it through

places no one else would take it.

Real drivers.

So, what are we hauling?

CAMPOS:
For the money Braga's paying,

you don't need to know.

You just said you wanted real drivers.

A real driver knows

exactly what's in his car.

(SPEAKlNG SPANlSH)

Mira, real driver,

nobody's forcing you to race.

You the boss?

Or am l talking to the boss?

Do l look like a boss?

My job is to find

the best drivers, period.

Whoever wins the race

gets the info. We cool?

Are we cool?

Yeah, we're cool.

RACER:
No, we ain't cool, man.

Who's closing these streets?

(CHUCKLlNG)

No one.

That's the point.

(CAR ENGlNES REVVlNG)

AUTOMATED VOICE ON GPS:

PIease wait whiIe

directions are downIoaded.

Proceed to the highlighted route.

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six...

You sure you want to do this?

A lot has changed.

...four...

You're right.

...three,

two,

one,

go !

(TlRES SQUEALlNG)

Right turn ahead.

You are now five miIes

from your destination.

(HONKlNG)

How's my ass look, Chia Pet?

Ghetto Smurf.

(TlRES SQUEALlNG)

(CARS HONKlNG)

(TRUCK HONKS)

Dead man driving.

Come on !

Right turn ahead.

(SCREAMS)

Sh*t !

Damn.

Rerouting.

Proceed straight ahead.

Rerouting.

(HONKlNG)

(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)

Sh*t.

Rerouting. Just shut up !

You are 2.6 miIes from destination.

Oops, l didn't see you.

You are now four and one-haIf miIes

from your destination.

(CAR HONKlNG)

U-turn, if possible.

Are you kidding me?

You are now 4.2 miIes

from your destination.

Sorry, car.

You are now one miIe

from your destination.

Yeah, guess who's back, Dom?

Let's go !

Nice car, baby !

(TlRES SQUEALlNG)

(SlGHS lN RELlEF)

B*tch !

You are now one-quarter mile

from your destination.

(ENGlNE REVVlNG)

Too early, Dom.

(TlRES SQUEAL)

No !

Still a buster.

(PEOPLE CHEERlNG)

You have reached your destination.

Goodbye.

At least we know

you can't beat me straight up.

l didn't know

there were any rules.

(SPEAKlNG SPANlSH)

Now that's what l call real driving.

No, that's bullshit, man !

Go cry to your mama, eh?

You work for Braga now.

When the GPS calls, you follow.

Driver's license.

What driver's license?

Thumb.

Cell phone number.

The print is for Campos.

The number is for me.

Yo, nutsack !

Let me tell you something, man,

muscle beats import every time.

You know what l'm saying?

Every time !

Ladies, let's get on

back to Papa Dwight's.

DWlGHT:
Papa Dwight wants you

to take off your shoes.

Dwight likes feet.

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