Gone in 60 Seconds: The Ride

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Corner of Wiltern

and Wetherly.

Tumbler messed up.

He said the Porsche should be...

at the corner

of Wiltern and Wetherly.

- It's right there.

- You're bullshittin' me, right?

- 9024 Wiltern?

- What? That?

I gotta get my tool.

Kip! He ain't

bullshittin'.

Kip! That's not a tool.

That's a damn brick!

Kip, man, we gonna use a brick, man, we might

as well call a prison and make reservations.

Ah, come on.

Get the number.

Hurry up, man.

Man, let's go!

Let's get the hell

outta here.

Okay, Billy Badass,

you got us in here.

Now tell me how the hell

we gonna get out.

Oh, no. I know you ain't gonna do

what I think you're gonna do.

- Oh, man!

- Come on!

- This ain't The Dukes of Hazzard.

- Come on!

Yo, so check out my new move.

I call it "The Stranger."

What I do is, I sit on my hand

for like 15, 20 minutes...

until it goes numb,

no feeling at all.

And then... I rub one out.

The Stranger, huh?

It's like a little boys' nursery

school I've come upon here.

Where are they?

- You want it? All right.

- Hey.

- Leave those people alone.

- Oh, my God. Sweetie, you're so talented.

- Wha... Hey, hey. Stolen car. Stolen car.

- I know. I know.

Hey, I love you.

Man, we goin' to jail, man!

Come on!

Keep your hands behind your back.

You have the right to remain silent.

Hey, watch it!

We have a silver Porsche.

Estimated speed:
80 miles per hour.

Heading west on Wilshire Boulevard.

This is Air One. We have a visual

of the suspect southbound...

on Vincent Thomas Bridge.

- Something wrong, Tumbler?

- Yeah, I'm missing Jerry Springer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

That's right, that's right,

that's right, that's right!

What's up, old man?

She'll go zero to 60

in 5.2 seconds.

Believe me,

I can vouch for that.

Ground units be advised, suspects last

seen entering south side of warehouse.

Thirteen down, thirty-seven to go.

- What the hell is that?

- What is that, man?

- Now you've gone and done it, Raines.

- Tumbler!

- Get the board and get the lights!

- I got it, I got it!

This is bullshit.

It's not comin' off!

- Keys! Get the keys!

- I got 'em. I got 'em!

Come on, everybody!

Let's go! Hurry up!

- I got it!

- Let's go! Toby, get it!

- Let's go, boys!

- Come on, come on! I got the light!

Go, go, go!

Let's go!

Sh*t!

Get the VIN number on that?

- I got it.

- We've got a lamp shade by a truck.

What do we got?

All gone. We didn't get

a single one of 'em.

And we are talking

about professionals.

No visible damage to locking mechanisms,

steering columns or ignitions.

And, as you can see,

these are not Honda Civics.

This is one of three

brand-new Mercedes,

a car they say

is unstealable.

Yeah, unless you get

the laser-cut transponder key...

sent directly to the U.S.

Dealer from Hamburg.

They got somebody

working on the inside.

- Find out which dealership sold them, serviced them, etc., etc.

- Yeah, I'll get on it.

- Mr. Drycoff?

- Yeah?

Let's impound these cars for one month. I

don't give a damn if they belong to Tom Cruise.

Control, vision, determination.

These are the three

fundamental components...

of the new generation

race car driver.

Speed is a byproduct.

Going fast.

But remember:
The car is you,

you are the car.

Okay? Let's ride!

Billy, you just shaved

one second off your lap time!

Tommy, I don't know what

that was, but it wasn't driving.

Go get 'em!

Well, well, well. What do you pay

your pit crews with?

Oreos and Gummy Bears?

I folded, Atley. You know that.

What are you doing here?

- Is there someplace we can talk?

- About what?

About your brother

and the deep sh*t he's in.

Frank, can you watch

the kids for a minute?

Tell me about Kip.

He took a job,

and he fumbled it.

Now he's jammed up.

He's jammed up bad.

- What kind of job?

- A boost. A big boost.

A boost?

What's Kip doing on a boost?

Oh, you're shittin' me, man.

Kip's become quite

the little crew runner since you left.

You don't talk to your ma?

She neglected to mention it.

Listen, I need something.

I-I need something

cold to drink.

I thought we were goin'

someplace to talk.

- Who was the job for?

- A new guy named Raymond Calitri.

They call him

"The Carpenter."

He's runnin' all the dark

ponies down there now.

It's a full-on "Devil came

down to Long Beach" trip.

He's bad.

He's real bad.

And this Calitri is the one

who's after my brother?

Like stains on a mattress.

And you should know...

I work for him.

There weren't a lot of opportunities

for retired car thieves on the gimp.

He put me to work.

I-I gotta tell you, Memphis, this guy,

he scares the sh*t out of even me.

What are you doin', man?

Stop! Stop!

Atley Jackson.

Got it. They have Kip.

Take me there.

Raymond Calitri,

Memphis Raines.

I try...

to learn your ways,

understand your obsessions.

But this baseball...

it's so bleeding boring, isn't it?

Where's my brother?

Memphis Raines,

your legend precedes you.

Atley tells me

you're the best.

After you left, auto theft in the

South Bay area went down 47 percent.

Where's my brother?

I'm proud of these. Straddle chair

from the Arts and Crafts period.

Mahogany table

with cloud-lift pattern.

Black walnut wine table.

Metal's cold, ugly.

Wood's warm, clean,

provided by nature.

See a piece of furniture take shape,

it's like watching a child grow.

I asked you a question.

They threw us out of England,

threw us out of France,

but here we are,

flourishing really,

except for the minor inconvenience of

despising everything about your country.

On this list you'll find

I need all 50 delivered to Long Beach Harbor,

pier 14 by 8:
00 a.m. Four days from now.

I'm paying $200,000.

I'm not interested.

I'm just here for my brother.

Young Kip came to me.

He had street cred.

The brother of the notorious

Memphis Raines.

So two weeks ago I hired him

and advanced him $10,000.

Atley told me. If it's about the

advance, I can understand your anger.

The debt has to be settled.

Ten grand, from me to you.

- I wish it was that easy.

- I don't see the complication.

I have four days to deliver 50 cars,

and I have no cars.

- Well, that's another problem.

- It is another problem, isn't it?

It's about me delivering 50 top-end cars

because I said I would.

Because if I don't, my South American

friend goes somewhere else from now on.

And that's not good.

It's a humiliation.

Because I'm the a**hole

who said I could deliver.

Am I an a**hole?

Do I look like an a**hole?

Yeah.

- I need that paper satisfied.

- I'm retired.

And where the hell

is my brother?

I made this as well.

My first one.

It takes 80,000 pounds

of pressure to crush a car.

- Kip?

- Who's that?

- Memphis.

- Oh, sh*t.

You okay?

Shut it off!

- Turn it off!

- You've got 30 seconds to consider your options.

- Shut it off!

- One:
You kill me; they kill you.

Your brother dies anyway.

Two:
You lie, you accept the job,

you take your brother, you run.

I hunt you down, I kill you, I kill

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