Gone in 60 Seconds: The Ride Page #5

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see what's underneath there.

We saved the best for last.

The '67 Shelby Mustang GT-500.

- The GT-500?

- Yeah, yeah.

There she is.

Yep, there's Eleanor.

Eleanor is Memphis's unicorn.

- What's a unicorn?

- Fabled creature.

You know, the horse with the horn,

impossible to capture.

It's the one car, no matter how many times

you try to boost, something always happens.

We're gonna get through this this time,

right? It's gonna be smooth...

- What's he doing?

- And easy.

He's talkin' to her, man.

Tryin' to get reacquainted.

Done had a rough history. She almost

got him killed a couple of times.

- I don't want any talking back.

- He flipped one on the Harbor freeway.

He went off

the Long Beach pier once.

A smooth, easy ride.

We're just gonna glide.

Big night tomorrow, guys.

Let's go home.

- Did you... Did you get the picture?

- Yeah.

See you tomorrow night,

Eleanor, with your fine ass.

Man, we're almost home.

You wanna get something to eat?

I'd like to get

a chocolate malt.

- Hey!

- Get out of the car!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Why are people shooting at us?

'Cause I blew up their car!

Over here!

"Beast."

Okay, okay.

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

Hey!

Oh!

Oh, you...

you think it's a game?

Johnny B.

Cops, man.

I ain't got nothin' but time, baby.

Oh, man, we're gonna

be here all night, man.

Look! Cop car! Uh-huh.

Long as I'm in here, you're just gonna

sit out there, aren't ya? Aye?

Hey, listen,

this is the plan.

This is what we're gonna do.

There's a big rig over there.

Uh, mister, is that your truck

out there, the Big Rig Wrecker?

- Big Rig Wrecker's mine.

- That's cool.

What do I gotta do?

How do I learn? Where do I go?

- Well, you gotta go to truck drivin' school.

- Truck dri...

I know, man. I know.

But I mean like, um... -

- You boys ready to play

a little pin the tail on the donkey?

- Can I get you a jelly donut or something, man?

- No, I'm just gonna go.

- 'Cause I'm gonna have a waffle.

- Maybe next time, though.

I'm gonna smoke you!

What the hell's going on?

Want some of this?

Yeah.

- You guys got permits for these weapons?

- Oh, man!

So you think I can only

get pizzas, huh? Boosted it myself.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How'd you get it?

- Actually, the keys were in it.

- Oh, well, that kind of defies the point then, don't it?

You stole a car

that wasn't on the list.

You stole a car

that wasn't on the list!

Why didn't you just go to the

police station in a red clown suit...

and let everybody know

what we're doin' here?

- What have we got?

- I don't know.

Sh*t! Fellas.

- What?

- Gimme that.

- Check this out.

- Check this out!

- Let me see that. This looks like heroin.

- Yeah. -

What! - Exactly.

- Where did you get this car?

- I n front of some poker parlor in Chinatown.

Did you ever consider why a car

in a neighborhood like that...

- would have its keys left in it?

- No.

Maybe because nobody in that neighborhood

would be stupid enough to rip this car off.

- All right. Get this sh*t outta here. Take it back.

- No, no. We can't take it back.

- Get it outta here!

- Will everybody relax for a second?

Take it back!

I'm comin' after that sh*t.

Gimme that.

No!

Man, I will knock the sh*t out of you.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Who is it?

- Detective Castlebeck.

- Oh. Christ.

Goddamn it.

- Hey, hello, Otto.

- Detective. Good to see you.

- Long time.

- Yeah. You're lookin' good.

Thank you.

So Randall,

what do we got here?

We got a multigenerational

gathering of players?

- Is that what we got here?

- Right.

Here's Donny.

- How you been, D?

- I'm just happy to see you, brother.

Yeah. I gotta tell you, Randall.

Seeing you here, Otto, Donny,

makes me feel

almost nostalgic.

Kind of like

a big reunion.

You should stick around,

'cause a little later we're gonna...

make s'mores

and sing "Kumbayah."

- What is this?

- What? They call this a Cadillac.

Yeah.

- What's wrong with it, Otto?

- Rest...

- Needs restoration.

- What?

- Brightening.

- Otto.

- You got a '39 Ford right there.

- That's a pretty car.

- Isn't that a nice car?

- Yeah. Right here you got a '53 Fiat Vignale.

Now, these are beautiful cars, Otto.

And here we got a '83 Cadillac Eldorado.

- Yeah.

- I mean, who the hell pays...

to brighten up

a Cadillac Eldorado?

I think it holds a certain

sentimental value, you know.

Nothing more.

Run me down a tag.

License 3-2-9-H-R-O.

That is Harold, Randall, Otto,

burgundy Cadillac.

No faith in our newfound

goodness, Detective? Huh?

Task force runs on statistics

and numbers, Otto. You know that.

- Randall, this Kip?

- That's my brother.

He's all grown up.

One-Baker-eleven, Pacific Division...

three-two-niner,

Harold, Randall, Otto.

No wants, no warrants at this time.

D.M.V.Not on file.

Copy that.

Thank you.

See, I know what you're doin'.

I know.

You're thinkin' there's no want,

but that I stripped its guts...

and crated her up, right?

Is that what you did,

Randall?

No. I didn't do it. You know, you're

trying to hurt my feelings? Fine.

You know what? Go ahead.

Do it. Let her rip.

- Go ahead, rev it up.

- All right, goddamn it. I will.

Sell it to you cheap.

Yeah. '83. First year they

put the auto-ride control on these boys.

Oh, I don't know. You probably know

more about cars at this point than I do.

- You slippin' on me, Randall?

- No, it's just your knowledge overwhelms me.

- It's got a real nice-sounding engine.

Right, Otto? - Four point one liter.

- Digital fuel injection?

- You got it. You're the man.

Give it some more.

Give it some more.

- Yeah, that's it!

- Go, go!

Baby, don't be so mean!

Yeah, that's it!

- Oh, that was good.

- Yeah, you break it, you buy it, my friend.

Yeah, she got some power goin' on.

All right.

I'll catch you later.

- It's on for tonight.

- How do you know?

They got the call signs

on all the units working tonight.

- Wh-What were you gonna do with this?

- I was gonna bonk him.

Bonk?

For the next 24 hours,

all your decision-making

privileges have been removed!

- You got it? - Got

it. - Yeah, that's cool.

Obviously they're onto us.

He's sniffin' real close.

If anything tonight

appears out of place,

I want you to cut bait,

get out of there and walk away.

And get rid of this

goddamn car!

- What's up, Kip?

- Bobby, what are you doin'?

You think you're comin'

with us, but you're not.

What are you talkin' about, man?

I'm part of the team. I get to go.

No, no, wake up. Gonna end up in the jail

or the morgue or some sh*t. Don't be stupid.

What am I supposed to do?

Did you see a box

of rubber gloves here, man?

Gloves? Man, you don't need gloves.

This is the new age. Check this out.

- What is this?

- Let me just see that big claw you call a hand.

That's not doughnut jelly,

so don't eat it.

Your new fingerprints.

Elvis is back.

Hmm.

- Boy got skills, right?

- Yeah, you do.

Look like a little

ghetto Smurf.

I am a bad man.

Thanks.

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