Gone in 60 Seconds: The Ride Page #6

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Thanks for doin' this.

Keep it real.

Think slow.

We should get through it

just fine.

"Low Rider," Donny. Donny?

"Low Rider."

Okay, let's ride.

Oh! Sh*t.

Gimme that torch. Aha!

I tell you, I'm the man.

Now, where does this go?

Find a way to get in here.

Get this...

I tell you, I'm runnin' this sh*t!

You do that again, I will kick...

Cool, man. You don't have

to take it so damn personal.

Ah. Everything is perfect.

Hello, ladies. Always was

a sucker for a redhead.

Let's go. Come on, move, move!

Go, go!

Work your magic, baby. I know

you know Ferraris. Work your magic.

- Girl got skill.

You all right?

- You think we're gonna make it?

- I don't know. It's too early to tell.

Diana, Tricia,

Nadine and Rose are on their way.

Good goin', guys.

Al, tell me something.

Unit two. Sorry, sir.

Nothing yet.

Son of a b*tch.

I know you're not parking

right in front of me.

Oh, no. I can't see

a damn thing.

All right.

We gotta move.

You ever feel bad

about any of this?

Hell, no. I'm Robin Hood, man. I rob

from the rich and give to the needy.

Damn. Donny!

I got you.

I got you.

- You mean the poor.

- Cutters.

Cutters.

No, like I said, the needy.

'Cause, brother,

we need this car.

- What's up, Doc?

- You're new, aren't ya?

- Yeah. How can you tell?

- Now, listen, son. You take real good care of this car,

and I'll take care of you.

Tell you what. Save it. You get

another one of these suits, all right?

- God bless you, son.

- You need a fashion counselor.

All right, babe. I ain't here for the door.

I here for the car. Get your big ass out.

- Hmm?

- Out! What are you lookin' at?

- Hey, man, that was as easy as pie.

- I'm a veteran, son.

Get outta the car, b*tch,

or I'll blow your brains out!

- You gotta be shittin' me.

- I will shoot you, damn it!

Damn!

You lazy, half-ass bully!

Any a**hole can pull a gun on somebody!

You don't know the first thing

about stealin' a car! Boy, I...

You need a role model!

Stacy.

Shannon.

Laura.

Lindsay.

Rachel.

Hey. Check this out.

J.J., he's back. But he's smart.

He watches his ass.

Just hold our positions.

If he rolls,

- you follow him out.

- Copy that.

What's he doin'?

What... What are you doing?

We might as well roll down

our windows and wave.

- J.J., you tail him. All right?

- Copy that.

Let's go.

- Good luck.

- Piece of cake.

Unit one, this is unit two.

Astricky has landed.

If they roll, we take them down.

Last night that van was parked

four houses down. Now it's only two.

- We got company.

- Sh*t.

He's at the car.

Bird, come back.

- Stand by, unit one.

- What?

- Where are you?

- Where do you think I am?

I'm at the casino, picking up

pit boss's lady. What do you want?

- The ladies are dirty. Walk away. The ladies are dirty.

- What?

I want everybody to get back

to the garage now.

Oh, so she's havin'

a baby right now?

I guess I better get

to the hospital then, huh?

Something's got him spooked.

My wife is havin' a baby.

Gotta get...

I'm nervous! This ain't even my car!

Way over here...

He's heading away

from the vehicle.

I see you.

Pull in over there.

- Hello.

This is unit two. I lost them.

All right, it's time

to talk to Fuzzy again.

Check this out. Laser-encoded keys

that send a message to a receiver...

inside the car.

You wanna tell me

what you're doin' with these?

Yeah. These are from last week.

These are from the other boost.

Who is it?

- The keys, the keys, the keys!

- Take it easy!

- Now gimme this!

- What happened? What happened?

- Where'd you get these from?

- What's the problem?

The Mercedes are dirty!

There's surveillance vans all over them.

- Where'd they come from?

- Whoa. My guy in Southland. The same guy I used last time.

- Same guy I used before.

- Before when?

- When we... When we took the other cars.

- Other Mercedes.

- Christ.

- Castlebeck.

He got to one of the guys at the dealership,

and he turned him. That's what happened.

Eight hours left.

So what, we're gonna stand around and

have a meeting? Wh-What's goin' on?

Memphis, maybe it's time for us

to start thinking about...

- how to get these young kids

out of town, 'cause...

If there's no Mercedes, there's no point

in boosting any other cars. You hear me?

- That's it.

- 47 is not 50, Memphis. You know that's what he'll say.

Yeah.

Hey, Memphis. You know, we still have

the Mercedes keys from the last boost.

Hey! Those cars are

at the police impound.

Okay? The police impound. You want

us to go there and start stealin' cars?

- Yeah. - Yeah, let's do

it. - You're crazy.

- We're gonna get hectic. Let's go.

- No, Memphis, no. Don't do this.

Hey, Sphinx, I don't look

suspicious, do I, man?

Otto, man, I think that

your dog ate the keys.

He usually goes for the license plates.

- Are you sure?

- What? Wait a minute. The dog ate the keys?

- Yes.

How you gonna get them out?

- Not funny.

- I'm...

- Hey, hey, don't even

think about it, Sphinx.

It's all right.

Say, uh, Toby,

go see if you can get some,

uh, Alpo, and get some Ex-lax.

- No way, man.

- Bad dog!

- Let's get back to work.

Hey! Open the door.

- Ah, Jesus.

- Hurry up. Hurry up.

- End it, rock star. Get in.

- Jesus Christ.

Now what, man?

What else?

Fuzzy, you never called me.

So now we gotta stay down here...

till you tell me everything

you know.

I... I told you everything I know.

I know that,

because I said,

"This is everything I know."

Detective Drycoff, does it seem like the

suspect is violating his parole right now?

Why, yes, Detective Castlebeck,

if by violating his parole...

you mean failing to cooperate

with a law enforcement officer.

A little trick I learned in

the car thief retirement home.

Can you hold this?

No, no, no. I'm not failing

to cooperate. It's just that...

Y-Y-Yeah. Okay. Okay.

Uh, word has it...

that Kip Raines took the job and he

screwed up. Uh, he screwed up pretty bad.

And who put out

the order for the job?

It's Raymond Calitri's order.

Nice.

Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Yes.

We have six hours left.

Has the dog done its business yet?

Toby and Freb

are walking him right now.

- He's not gonna go it.

It's not gonna happen, man.

Come on, dog.

What's wrong, Hemi? Poop, dog.

- It had to be a girl car.

- Girl car, what kind of a girl drives a Hemi 'Cuda?

I'll show you.

Lipstick?

Matches the car.

- What's next? Blush? Mascara?

- Next time...

I'll pull out the, uh, leather and

high heels and pink underwear for you.

- Leather, high heels and pink underwear.

- Pink underwear.

- Pink underwear works.

Pink underwear works.

Raymond Vincent Calitri did five years

in South London for manslaughter.

- He immigrated in '98.

- Look at this.

Loan shark and extortion, fencing. Ha.

His front's a salvage yard.

Gonna have to

wait it out.

So, you seeing anybody?

No. No, I had

a girl once.

- She was great.

- Mmm. So if she was so great, why'd you leave her?

I did ask you

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