Gone in 60 Seconds: The Ride Page #8

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- No! Ow!

Lie in the back.

Lie down in the back.

Tumbler, you and Kip take

the last van back to Otto's.

- You all right?

- Yeah, go.

- What are you doin'?

- I'm goin' with him.

- If something should go wrong, just...

- Let's go!

I'll take care of him, man.

Let's finish this.

- What's up?

- What's the story with that Humvee?

- Gone.

- Cadillac?

The same.

Where are we goin'?

The only '67 Shelby

in the area is registered...

at a place called

the International Towers in Long Beach.

Let's go to Long Beach.

I know we got a history, Eleanor,

and that that history has not

been great, but I promise...

you take care of me,

I'll take care of you.

Sh*t.

The easy way or the hard way,

Raines. Easy way or the hard way?

- Hey!

- I think he's choosin' the hard way.

All right.

One-Baker-eleven.

I n pursuit of '67 Ford Mustang, gray.

- That sign said "Do Not Enter."

- Yeah. You noticed, huh?

- Jesus!

- Keep your pants on.

Suspect now traveling east

on Fourth Street.

Correction.

Make that north on Main.

Move! Get the f***...

Just move!

Get out of there!

Oh, you wanna get

crazy with me!

Come on, boy.

One-Baker-eleven. Unit three involved

in a T.A. At St. Vincent's and Seventh.

All units, pursuit has entered flood

control adjacent to 710 freeway.

- Where's that air unit?

- Requesting air unit. Same location.

Air One. We're over the pursuit.

Suspect traveling southbound

at 90 miles an hour.

- Stay with him, Air One.

- I'm all over him.

- Suspect has increased speed to 120.

- Maintain visual, Air One.

140 miles an hour.

- Do not lose him.

- This is an A-Star, sir, not an Apache.

One-fifty. One-sixty.

- He's gone.

- God!

- Man, this guy can drive.

- What, what?

It's probably mostly the car.

Hey, what time is it?

I think I'm gonna have to get

you out of town or something.

Your brother's the best boost in the world,

but I don't know if he's gonna make this one.

I'm not like my brother, you know.

I just don't abandon my friends.

Oh, man. I ought to

smack you silly, boy.

You know, your brother ran away,

is that what you think?

You better get your story

straight.

Well, go on then.

Straighten it out.

Your mother told him to go.

She knew if Memphis stayed,

you were gonna walk his line.

You were gonna join

his crew.

But she told him

to pick up and go.

And he did, thinkin'

it was best for you.

He left all of us.

For you.

Guess it wasn't that big a deal

for him though, really.

Wasn't that big a sacrifice, leavin'

everything he'd ever known behind.

And six years later,

ain't life grand?

You became a car boost anyway.

How about that?

I sedated him.

He's sleeping.

He's gonna be just fine.

It's just a scratch, Eleanor.

It can be fixed.

No, no, no, don't.

Don't do this to me.

Don't... Don't start with me.

Don't... No, no... No, start!

Start, start, start.

Come on. Come on.

I need you, Eleanor.

I need you now, now.

All units, be advised.

Suspect vehicle headed south

on Henry Ford Boulevard.

We should hit him at Ocean Avenue

at the end of this bridge.

There he is.

There he is! Yeah.

I got you, Raines!

I got you, boy!

That's it. Keep it comin'.

Whoa! Sh*t!

Sh*t.

One-Baker-eleven,

be advised. Suspect heading westbound.

Head east to intercept.

One-Baker-eleven, maintain your course.

Suspect heading in your direction.

One-Baker-eleven, he's at the end

of the pier turning towards you.

Wait! Hang on! Hang onto it!

Oh, sh*t.

Move, move!

Is he okay?

- How are you doing? Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- Are you okay? Just sit back. You all right?

- I think so.

Are you sure?

'Cause you just went through a wall.

Long Beach Tower, this is L.A.P.D.

Air One in pursuit of suspect,

requesting permission

to cross airfield.

Negative, Air One.

Incoming aircraft on approach.

Hold your position.

I repeat, do not enter

airport air space.

Hey!

That one's got a broken leg!

There he is.

There he is.

Get outta the car, man!

Raines!

- Where's, uh... Where's Memphis?

- I don't know, man.

- He's not back yet.

- What do you mean, he's not back yet?

It's 8:
00.

- Atley.

- Time's up, Atley.

I've got 49 cars.

That's one less than required.

- Bring the kid, and we'll settle this.

- What kid is that?

Oh, you know. The Cincinnati Kid, Billy

the Kid. Which kid did you think I mean?

Oh, gee, I don't know.

I think that maybe you mean Kip Raines.

Well, gee.

I think you're right.

Yeah. Well, you know, it's a funny thing.

That little son of a b*tch evaded me.

- Find him, Atley.

- Well, what if I can't find him?

Then big brother takes the fall for the

slipup. It doesn't matter much to me.

One Raines is as good as another.

It never rains, but it pours.

Son of a...! Just... Well, you know,

I think you can thank your big brother.

I think he just took your place

under the guillotine.

Sorry, mate.

We're all done here.

- No, we're not done. This is number 50.

- You're late.

So sod off.

You got a problem with that,

take it up with Calitri.

- You're late.

- Wait. You're gonna argue with me over 12 minutes?

I just stole 50 cars for you

in one night!

All right? I'm a little tired.

I'm a little wired!

And I think I deserve

a little appreciation.

I said 50 cars, not 491/2.

what? You know, some paint and, uh...

Some fiberglass.

Yes, indeedy.

You know, and the book

on her is 60, 70, call it 80.

So you take 80, all right? You subtract

it from 200. All right. And we make a deal.

You take 80 from 200,

and we call it even.

Done.

All right. Good. And this thing

with my brother's over.

It's over.

It's done.

It's finished.

Done. Finished.

Nobody insults me.

Nobody puts a gun to me head.

Kill him.

Shred the car.

All right. Where's

Raymond Calitri's place?

Exeter Salvage and Steel.

It's on the water. Why, are we goin'?

Because, you know, homicide specifically

ordered us not to interfere.

To hell with homicide.

Unicorn.

- What?

- Nothing.

So, where would

you like it, sir?

I n the head

or in the chest?

- The chest.

- My pleasure.

Hey, wait a minute, fellas! Hold it.

- Big change of plan here.

- That's far enough, Atley.

What are you doing?

No, no, no!

I said stop there, Atley!

No, no. Calitri just sent me

up here to ask you a question.

All right? Everything's

gonna be all right. We got it covered.

Get my brother outta here.

Hey.

You made a mistake

pickin' a kid to do your dirty work.

Made an even bigger mistake

pickin' my kid brother.

And now, you just made

the biggest mistake tryin' to kill me.

- No. Be careful with that.

- This?

- Just put it down.

- That's right. You got a thing about wood.

Just put it down.

No! No!

- No!

- I... I...

- No!

- Oh, no.

- Psst.

- I'm good.

God! Jesus!

God.

- Who are you?

- I'm a police officer. You don't wanna do that now.

- Yeah, I do.

- Listen to me.

You walk outta here with me, you got some

options. You kill me... now you think about this...

I'm a police officer.

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