Need for Speed Page #5

FEMALE DISPATCH 2: State

dispatch status on Arrow One.

Needed for immediate

officer assistance.

Suspect believed to be

heading westbound on 94.

MALE PILOT:
Arrow One

en route. ETA is in five.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(CHIMING)

Liar One, are you tracking

that air bear heading to I-94?

If he spots me, it's game over.

We're gonna need to switch to plan B.

FINN:
Plan B adds an hour to the trip.

No choice, we're gonna

have to make up that time.

JOE:
Roger that. Plan B it is.

Beauty will go bingo on that route,

so we're gonna have

to hot fuel and top off.

Hot fuel, coming up! Whoo!

Get out there, skinny boy.

Oh, you were checking me out!

What?

"Bingo" and "hot fuel"...

We're refueling without stopping.

So why don't you just say that?

Well, I mean, I guess I could, but...

What are you doing?

Helping.

What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(GASPS)

Oh, Sh*t!

Steady!

Closer!

- Yeah!

- All right!

Whoo!

I got this!

Go inside!

(SIGHS)

The hits just keep

on coming with you, huh?

Never judge a girl by her Gucci boots.

Her what?

High heels.

Why don't you just say that?

(CHUCKLES)

Nice.

Hey, Beast, take the shoulder,

I'll go with you.

Roger that, Beauty.

FEMALE DISPATCH:
All units be advised,

we're on the lookout

for a silver Mustang,

Adam-David-Tom 4-6-1-9,

heading westbound on 94.

Arrow One, 10-4?

I need eyes on that bear

in the air, Liar One.

What's your 20?

Still on the ground, Beauty.

Come on, Susan.

Don't let me down, baby. Come on...

Yeah!

That's my girl.

MALE PILOT:
Arrow. ETA in one.

You're good!

We're clear.

Yeah, yeah!

Thanks, boys!

Beauty is a redneck.

JOE:
Roger that. Beast loves a redneck.

Whoo!

Yeah!

MALE PILOT:
Dispatch, this is

Arrow One. 10-97 in the area.

No visual at this time.

Bear in the air is fangs-out down I-94.

Beauty, you are safe and sound.

"Redneck"? So, we're heading south.

FEMALE DISPATCH:
All units be advised,

Ford Mustang, New York plate

Adam-David-Tom 4-6-1-9,

last seen headed westbound on 94.

Possible named suspect.

Tobey Marshall, wanted

on parole violation and GTA.

Passenger described

as a blonde, white female,

identity still unknown.

(CHUCKLES)

It was just a matter of time.

Yeah, well, you sped it up

with your little stunt in Detroit.

It had to be done.

To get Finn?

No, not just that.

Kids, I'm looking at something

that I can't quite believe.

I mean, my inbox is white hot.

I got a bunch of trolls

sending me footage

of something that is mind-blowing.

I'm looking at footage

of a car that supposedly disappeared.

That's the same car

that Ford and Shelby were building

when Carroll died.

I'm looking at a gorgeous ghost.

(ENGINE REVVING)

And I think that's

Tobey Marshall inside there,

driving a chariot of the gods.

So I bow down to Tobey Marshall.

MONARCH:
Dino Brewster is

on the line right now. Dino!

Dino, Dino bambino in San Francisco.

You need to see what I'm looking at.

I'm looking at some aerial

footage of Tobey Marshall

flying across the country

with the cops in tow,

in a phantom Ford that

will make your bowels loose.

Tobey Marshall doing

something stupid and reckless again?

Didn't that guy just get out

of prison for manslaughter?

Whoa! Dino, Dino, bambino.

Hey, accidents happen in racing.

Nobody knows that better

than you, Dino, remember?

(LAUGHS)

I just don't wanna

see him race at De Leon.

You know, in fact,

I'm willing to give up my...

I'm willing to give up my Elemento

to anyone that puts a stop

to Tobey Marshall.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute, did you just

say what I think you said?

That car is one of three in the world.

You're willing to give away

your Lamborghini

to stop Tobey Marshall?

Yes, I am. And I'm gonna

post some pictures online

so everybody knows exactly

what they're looking for.

MONARCH:
This is too good.

This is too good.

I got star-crossed lovers

hauling ass across the country.

I got Dino Brewster,

who just painted a huge

bull's-eye on their ass.

Oh, man. Christmas

came early, wing nuts.

The thing you gotta understand is,

racing is an art.

Douchebag is out here,

he wants to talk to you.

Racing with passion...

Dude, that's high art.

Man, I can feel love and vengeance

(INHALES DEEPLY)

and smell motor oil

all swirling together out there.

We got supernatural Mustangs,

we got personal vendettas.

I have no idea where this is going.

I just know I like it. I like it a lot!

Call in, defend yourself.

Everyone knows my story.

MONARCH:
Go ahead.

Monarch, this is the blonde female

sitting right next to Tobey Marshall.

(SCOFFS) Really? Okay.

We got a girl with a fake British accent,

claiming she's sitting

next to Tobey Marshall.

(IN BRITISH ACCENT)

Having a spot of tea, are you, dove?

(TRUCK HORN HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

There were three cars in the race

the day that Pete died, that's a fact.

And anyone that says

that Tobey is responsible

for Pete's death, answer this.

Why jump parole in New York

knowing that you are

going to be re-arrested

and do serious time,

unless you are innocent

and hell-bent to right a wrong?

He did the time,

he paid the debts, why would he risk it?

Next time you talk to Dino,

you can ask him that question.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I like this girl.

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah, the British are coming.

I gotta tell you, I'm moved. lam.

The whole thing just went

right here to the old ticker.

I gotta pop one of these.

Yeah.

This is getting good.

I believe you, you crazy little tart.

Tobey Marshall versus Dino Brewster.

That's a deep rivalry right there.

Yeah. I hear you, honey. I hear you.

The two of you out there,

flying across the country at killer speeds

to prove something

while you're tearing up

the American asphalt.

Born to run, baby. Born to run.

Tobey Marshall,

welcome to the De Leon.

That's it, cretins,

De Leon is full.

But if you want

Dino Brewster's Lamborghini,

you're gonna have to chase

down that Mustang to get it.

Wow.

The race before the race.

I love it. (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

BENNY:
Beauty!

Congrats on the wild card

to the rodeo, my friend.

Your route is clear

to the Nebraska border.

Darkness is upon us,

so the eyes in the sky

will be shut for a while.

But I'm gonna leapfrog ahead

and meet you guys at Record Breaker.

What's your 20, Liar One?

BENNY:
Flat-hatting you, b*tch! Ha-ha!

(LAUGHING)

BENNY:
Special delivery.

I hope you ladies didn't soil

your panties down there.

I hate it when he does that!

That's what I thought.

Keep talking that sh*t.

Nice to see

you haven't changed, nimrod.

Okay, listen.

I don't know who "nimrod" is,

but I'm pretty sure he lived in the '50s.

All right? My handle is Maverick.

You better ask somebody.

Hey, make it fast, we're

two hours behind schedule.

Okay, I got this.

(BARKING)

(GASPS)

(SHUSHING)

(DOG CONTINUES BARKING)

Large coffee, please.

- Cream and sugar?

- No, just black.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

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