Gone in 60 Seconds: The Ride Page #7

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to come with me.

No, you asked me

to be a different person.

I didn't want to see people get hurt.

I just wanted you to slow down.

Well, I couldn't.

'Cause I wasn't ready.

- You're straight now.

- Yeah, I am.

'Cause it wasn't the same

without you.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Hey, a**hole. I was reading that.

- Watch your mouth, kid.

- What's goin' on?

- This is a homicide file from a homicide investigation.

- All right.

It took us three months to get a

magistrate to give us a wiretap on 'em.

No other division, including GRAB, can go near

his person, residence or place of business.

All right? Got it?

Let me tell you guys something.

All right. Raymond Calitri

is going down for murder one. Boneheads.

Who gives a sh*t

about grand theft auto? Really.

I can't watch this.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get it on. Get it over with.

What do you think is more

exciting, having sex, or stealing cars?

Having sex or boosting cars?

Um. Ooh!

Uh.

Well, uh, how about, uh...

having sex

while boosting cars?

God, that's

a good line.

Oh, doesn't work on

a lot of girls, though.

I just blurted it out.

I'm s...

But you haven't

answered the question.

Well, you see,

the problem is,

how do you get over

the shifter?

- Oh. Oh, right. 'Cause the, uh...

- Because it gets in the way.

Because you wouldn't want to disrupt

the, uh, synchromesh. Right?

Or the throttle linkage.

The clutch master cylinder.

Double overhead cam shaft.

- I can't do this.

- Wait, wait. Just straight in-line six,

triple Weber carburetors...

Bolted to each other's

body structures.

Oh, it's time to work.

Good brakes.

Good brakes too.

- There's nothin' happening.

- Maybe he's got indigestion.

- Well, dude, we'll give him some

more Ex-lax. - He already ate two.

- Hey, little man.

- Oh, man.

I thought I told you this is our turf.

What, you wanna make a move?

We don't want anything

to do with your turf.

Something wrong with

where we live?

Oh, no, it's cool for you.

I mean, it's just not for us.

Oh, so now you think you're

better than us or something, huh?

- Maybe we should cut you up, doll?

- Um...

- Dude, the keys. Freb.

- Excuse me a second, guys.

Man!

- Aw, I'm gonna throw up, dog!

- Man, that's disgusting.

What kind of pervert gets their jollies

off playing with dog sh*t?

Look, man! I got 'em.

All three, man.

- You guys are sick.

- I got 'em!

Wake up, man.

Check this out.

Every time I drive my Volvo

in Beverly Hills, they tow the sh*t.

- We ain't got any Volvos here.

- There is a Volvo here. I know.

- They told me...

- Wait a minute. Wait, wait.

What I'm tryin' to tell you is,

there ain't no Volvos here.

Then get in your book, do something.

Find my damn Volvo!

Sphinx. Sway.

It's got to be somewhere

in there. Check it out, man.

Wait, wait.

There's nothing here. Look.

- There's another one... - No, no!

Uh-uh, hey! Tell you what, look at this.

Look at her.

Look, I'm sorry. I don't

even need to be out here.

Hey, uh... I got a midget

pagin' me right now.

- Wait...

- I gotta get outta here. Hey, time is money.

This is the worst damn day of my life.

"Detective Castlebeck.

Glass shards...

"from the warehouse

from a black light bulb...

available at any

local hardware store."

All right.

What the hell is a black

light bulb doin' in a...

warehouse in Long Beach?

Come with me.

- See this glass right here?

- Let me guess.

- Black light?

- Black light.

Take that wall.

I'll take this wall.

- Remember the seventies?

- Too young, thank God.

Black lights were

all the rage back then.

You know, they had this ink,

these magic markers.

Only show up

under black light.

So if you got a whole lot of information

that you don't want anybody to have...

- Like a shopping list of cars?

- There you go. Whoa!

Yes. Yes!

Here is our list.

That's a big list.

We can't handle all these cars.

Maybe we don't have to. I'd say where

let's concentrate on the rarest ones,

and let's just hope

for some luck.

Let's get somebody on this right here.

You and I will take this one right her.

'67 Shelby Mustang.

- Can't be but a few of these in town.

- Yeah.

But how do you know

he hasn't already stolen it?

Oh, if I know our boy, I believe

he'll leave this one till last.

- Why?

- He's afraid of it.

Yo, guys.

It's me.

- Oh, man. What are you doing?

- I want to come along with you guys on a boost.

Come on. Let's go.

Later. Come on.

Go, go, go.

What's the matter with you? Come on!

Hey, call security!

Someone's stealing the car!

- Go, go, go!

- What are you doing?

Whoa. I ought to leave your ass. You

know that? What's the matter with you?

Hey, Sphinx. Check this out. Home boy

got "Snake" on the license plate.

Well, Snake will have to slither his ass

all the way to the bus stop in the morning.

Police officers.

We need to check the lot for a car.

Go ahead.

Check this out, man.

Here's some low-ridin' music.

It's a little bit different than that cracker

sh*t you used to be playin'. Check this out.

You like that. You feelin' it?

Are you feelin' it?

I know you're feelin' it.

Oh! Snake!

Get this thing off me!

Snake! Snake! Snake!

Get this thing off me, man!

It's a snake!

It's tryin' to kill me, man!

Get this thing off me!

Somebody always want to kill

a brother. Man, this is wrong.

What the hell are you doing?

Get the snake!

- Use the brakes!

- I am!

This snake is crawlin' up my ass, man!

This snake is up my ass!

This snake gonna swallow

my sh*t!

God, I love that car.

All right. Two ladies, home safe.

He's tucking in Vanessa,

and Bernadine just took me for a ride.

What's the count?

- Forty-eight.

- Yes!

But Mirror and Sphinx

had some unexpected visitors.

- Castlebeck?

- I think so.

- Everything cool?

- Yeah, yeah, they're fine.

They're on their way back to Otto's.

Donny and Freb are already there.

- What about Kip and Tumbler?

- No word yet.

Lost in suburbia. Hell, where are we?

- What do you mean? You don't know where you're going?

- Which way is out?

I don't know where I am.

Everything looks the same to me.

You don't know

where you're going?

- That is a cop.

- No, it's not. That's rent-a-cop.

- Slow down. Slow down.

- He's pulling a U-turn.

Oh, man,

we're in big trouble.

In pursuit of stolen Cadillac S.U.V.,

traveling west

on Murray Drive.

- Roadblock, Kip. Oh, sh*t. - Look

out for the roadblock! - Go, go!

Go!

- Oh, man.

- Motherf***er.

- Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

- I need help, man.

- What?

- He's been shot! Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

- Don't touch me!

- We need to go to the hospital, man!

People ask questions

in hospitals, Kip.

- Go to the hospital!

- You should use your head. We're in a stolen car!

Now, this does not look good.

You're gonna be all right.

- Oh, man!

- What happened?

- We ran into security patrol.

- He hid in the van. We didn't know he was there.

We gotta get you to a doctor, private.

I know just where to go.

- Let's get him to a car.

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