The Fast and the Furious

Just packed up a real money load,

and it's coming your way.

Look for "Rodgers" on the truck's side.

Don't forget my share of the deal.

Sh*t!

- Tuna on white, no crust, right?

- I don't know. How is it?

Every day, for the last three weeks,

you've come here, asking how the tuna is.

Now, it was crappy yesterday.

It was crappy the day before.

And guess what? It hasn't changed.

- I'll have the tuna.

- No crust?

No crust.

Thank you.

Talk to me, Jesse.

This ain't working, brother.

It's your fuel map. It's got a nasty hole.

- That's why you're unloading in third.

- Told you.

I lengthen the injector pulse a millisecond.

Just tune the NOS timer, you'll run nines.

What's up with this fool?

Is he sandwich-crazy?

- No. He ain't here for the food, dog.

- Chill out. He's slinging parts for Harry.

- I know what he's slinging.

- He's trying to get in Mia's pants, dog.

- What's up, guys?

- How you doing, Mia?

- How you living, girl?

- Hey!

Hey, Dom. You want something to drink?

- He's beautiful.

- I like his haircut.

Vince!

- What?

- Can I get you anything?

You look good.

- Thanks a lot, Mia. See you tomorrow.

- Sure.

- Tomorrow?

- I love this part.

Try Fatburger from now on. Get yourself a

Double Cheese with fries for $2.95, f*ggot.

- I like the tuna here.

- Bullshit. No one likes the tuna here.

Yeah, well, I do.

Jesus Christ, Dom! Would you get out

there? I'm sick of this sh*t.

I'm not kidding, Dom. Get out there!

- What did you put in that sandwich?

- That's funny.

- Dom!

- All right.

- Hey, man. He was in my face.

- I'm in your face.

Relax! Don't push it! You embarrass me!

Get over there!

Jesse, give me the wallet.

"Brian Earl Spilner."

Sounds like a serial killer name.

- Is that what you are?

- No, man.

Don't come around here again.

Hey, man. This is bullshit.

- You work for Harry, right?

- Yeah. I just started.

You were just fired.

Hey, Dominic.

I appreciate what you did, in a big way.

Dominic, I owe you.

Brian, you're messing with my business.

When Dominic drives, he's golden.

Kids pour in. They want everything he has.

Every performance part. They pay cash!

- What did Dominic say?

- You don't want to know.

- What did Dominic say?

- He wants you out of here.

- He wants me out of here?

- Yes.

- And what did you say to Dom?

- What do you think I said?

I told him, "Good help is hard to find."

Relax.

I need NOS.

- I need NOS.

- No.

My car topped out at 140 miles per hour,

this morning.

Amateurs don't use nitrous oxide. I've

seen how you drive. You've a heavy foot.

- You'll blow yourself to pieces.

- I need one of these.

One of the big ones.

Actually, let's make it two.

And, Harry, I need it by tonight.

Hold up, hold up.

Look at this snowman right here, man.

Sweet ride.

What you running under there, man?

- Going to make me find out the hard way?

- Hell, yeah.

You brave. You brave.

They call me Hector.

I got a last name, too,

but I can't pronounce it.

- Brian Spilner.

- Typical white-boy name.

Know what I'm saying?

See that over there? That's mine.

My baby. I ain't cutting her loose tonight.

- Why not?

- I'm going legit, homey.

Trying to get on the NIRA circuit.

Heard about that?

- Hell, yeah.

- So, what's up with you, man?

- I'm just waiting for Toretto.

- Sh*t. Better get in line. This yours?

- I'm standing next to it.

- That's funny.

You know,

Edwin happens to know a few things.

And one of the things Edwin knows is:

It's not how you stand by your car...

...it's how you race your car.

You better learn that.

Oh, sh*t. Here they come. It's on.

- Dom.

- Marvin.

- Hey, Dom. How you doing?

- Hey, Camille. You been doing yoga?

You did? Of course you did. Monica.

I smell skanks.

Why don't you girls pack it up,

before I leave tread marks on your face?

Okay.

- Letty, I was just talking.

- Yeah. Whatever.

- Okay, Hector.

- Yeah? What's up, man?

- Yo. What's up?

- Edwin.

- How we doing this tonight?

- One race.

$2,000 buy-in. Winner takes all.

Hector, you're going to hold the cash.

- Why Hector?

- Too slow to make away with the money.

- Okay. Good luck, guys.

- Hey, wait. Hold up.

I don't have any cash.

But I do have the pink slip to my car.

You just can't climb in the ring with Ali,

'cause you think you box.

He knows I can box. Check it out.

It's like this.

I lose, the winner takes my car.

Clean and clear.

But if I win, I take the cash,

and I take the respect.

Respect.

To some people, that's more important.

That your car?

I see a cool air intake. It's got a NOS

fogger system and a T4 turbo, Dominic.

I see an AIC controller.

It has direct port nitrous injection.

Yeah. And a stand-alone

fuel management system.

Not a bad way to spend $10,000.

You see that sh*t?

He's got enough NOS in there

to blow himself up. Period.

- So, what do you say? Am I worthy?

- We don't know yet.

But you're in. Let's go.

- All right.

- Let's go!

- What the hell is going on around here?

- Street's closed, pizza boy.

- Find another way home.

- Goddamn street racers.

Log on, 22. Code 3. Tension is high.

They've blocked the street.

Edwin.

This is yours, whether you win or lose.

But if you win, you get her, too.

You're going to win.

I'm going to win.

We had a reported homicide.

I've got a 187 in Glendale.

Cops are all over it. We're good to roll.

- All right.

- Let's race!

Right.

Go!

Hell, yeah!

Damn, that guy's fast.

Let's go! Mnage!

No! Monica!

Shut up!

Well done, baby!

Come on. Come on. Back up.

Here's what you won, right here.

There you go.

You were racing a bunch of skateboards.

Know what I mean?

My sister holds the money. Count it.

And you're my trophy.

- Hey, Monica. What's up, baby?

- What's your problem? You didn't win.

F*** you then!

Was that fun?

Got a problem there, buddy?

- What are you smiling about?

- Dude. I almost had you.

You almost had me?

You never had me.

You never had your car.

Granny-shifting.

Not double-clutching, like you should.

You're lucky that 100-shot of NOS

didn't blow the welds on the intake.

- Almost had me?

- You tell him, Dominic. Get out of here.

Now, me and the mad scientist

got to rip apart the block...

...and replace the piston rings you fried.

Ask any racer. Any real racer.

It don't matter if you win by an inch

or a mile. Winning's winning.

Yeah!

All available units,

we have street-racing along Hawthorne...

Oh, sh*t! We got cops. Cops!

Go!

Cops! Get in the car! Go!

Toretto, stop right there!

Toretto!

Get in!

You're the last person in the world

I expected to show up.

I thought if I got in your good graces,

you might let me keep my car.

You are in my good graces,

but you ain't keeping your car.

You drive like you've done this before.

Are you a wheelman?

- No.

- You boost cars?

- No. Never.

- Ever done time?

Couple of overnighters. No big deal.

What about the two years

in juvie for boosting cars?

Tucson, right?

I had Jesse run a profile on you,

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