The Fast and the Furious Page #2

Brian Earl Spilner.

He'll find anything on the Web.

Anything about anybody.

So, why bullshit?

So, what about you?

Two years in Lompoc.

I'll die before I go back.

- Oh, great.

- What?

It's going to be a long-ass night.

That's what.

Follow us.

I thought we had an agreement.

You stay away. I stay away.

Everybody stays happy.

We got lost.

What do you want me to tell you?

- Who's "we"?

- My new mechanic.

Brian, meet Johnny Tran.

The guy in the snakeskin pants.

That's his cousin. Lance.

So, when are you going to give me a shot

at that Honda 2000 of yours?

- This your ride?

- It was. It's his now.

No, it's not. I haven't taken delivery.

Then, it's nobody's car.

But somebody put in the wrench time.

- What do you think, Lance?

- It's an amazing machine.

Yes, indeed.

Let's go.

I'll see you in the desert next month.

Be ready to have your ass handed to you.

- You'll need more than that crotch rocket.

- I got something for you.

- What the hell was that all about?

- Long story. I'll tell you later.

Let's get out of here.

NOS!

- So, what the hell was that all about?

- It's a long story.

Well, we got a 20-mile hike. Humor me.

A business deal that went sour.

Plus, I made the mistake

of sleeping with his sister.

Take care.

Yo, Spilner.

- You want a beer?

- Yeah, sure.

Oh, sh*t.

We were all there, right? Falling behind.

- With all that nitrous.

- Yeah.

Yo, Dom. We were just about to go

looking for you, brother.

Where were you?

There were mass cops there. They came in

from every direction. It was orchestrated.

- This your beer?

- Yeah, that's my beer.

Yo, Einstein. Take it upstairs.

You can't detail a car with the cover on.

- Can't even get that right.

- You all right?

- Am I all right?

- It was just a question.

Yo, Dom.

- Why did you bring the buster here?

- 'Cause he kept me out of handcuffs!

He didn't just run back to the fort!

The buster brought me back.

You can have any brew you want,

as long as it's a Corona.

- Thanks, man.

- That's Vince's. So, enjoy it.

You.

- Hey, bro. You got a bathroom?

- Upstairs. First door on the right.

He's got no call being up in here.

You don't know that fool for sh*t.

- He's right, Dom.

- There was a time when I didn't know you.

That was in the third grade!

- Yeah. So, what girls are here?

- You name it. You want mine?

- You need to shut the...

- You want two?

- You don't have anything?

- You look a bit tired.

I think you should go upstairs

and give me a massage.

- Look at all our guests.

- How about you give me a massage?

Crazy lady.

You know you owe me

a 10-second car, right?

Oh, sh*t.

Did you wipe the seat?

Jesus Christ! Would you cut this sh*t?

Come on!

- Come on. Let's go get me a drink.

- We were just about to get along.

- So, what do you want?

- Anything, as long as it's cold.

You know, my brother likes you.

He usually doesn't like anybody.

- He's a complicated guy.

- Yeah? What about you?

- I'm simpler.

- You're a shitty liar.

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

- But there's a problem.

- What's that?

You need to get some sleep.

And you definitely,

definitely need a shower.

Come on. I'll take you home.

Show me your hands.

Very good. Now open the door.

Put your hands on your head.

Behind your head.

Face the front of the vehicle,

walk backwards towards the rear.

Take two steps to your right.

Stop right there.

- What did I do?

- Shut up. He's clean, Sarge.

Damn!

Muse, will you take these things off?

- Sh*t. You put them on so tight.

- I like realism.

You never know who's watching, Brian.

Nice crib, Sergeant. It's a lot nicer

than the last place you confiscated.

Ain't it? Eddie Fisher built this house

for Elizabeth Taylor in the '50s.

You see, even the cops

are Hollywood in Hollywood.

Okay, here he is,

fresh from Toretto's hot rod heaven.

That was an $80,000 vehicle, Officer.

- You told him what happened?

- He knows.

- Send the bill to Johnny Tran.

- The kid's giving me attitude?

It doesn't speak well

for police/FBI relations, Tanner.

- I walk in the door and the guy's already--

- All right, all right.

We'll talk, okay? Let's talk about it.

Muse, why don't you make us

four iced cappuccinos, please?

- Come on.

- Regular or decaf, Sarge?

Decaf, I think.

Four hijackings in two months,

and we have nothing.

The DVD players and digital cameras

are worth $1.2 million...

...which brings the grand total

to $6 million plus.

We're in the political crosshairs now, Brian.

That's why you're undercover.

You want that detective badge fast, kid.

And you want to know something?

The FBI can help,

if you come through for us.

What does the truckdriver say?

He gave us the same M.O.:

Three Honda Civics, precision driving...

...the same green neon glow

from under the chassis.

Lab says the skidmarks came back

the same:
Mashamoto ZX tires.

So, we know it's somebody

in the street-racing world.

If we don't make this case, the truckers

will take matters into their own hands.

I tell them we're close.

Are you going to make me a liar?

Look, what do we know?

We know this world

revolves around Toretto, right?

I'm not saying that he's the one

that's popping these trucks...

...but I can guarantee he knows who is.

It's just a matter of time until I win--

You want time, buy the magazine.

We don't have time.

Just get me something I can use.

Is Harry cooperating?

Like a guy that'll do time

for receiving stolen property if he doesn't.

What kind of vibe

is he getting from Toretto?

He's scared of him,

but he doesn't think he's jacking trucks.

- He's too controlled for that.

- Wait.

Not that I want to contradict

Harry's fine judge of character...

...but Toretto did hard time

for nearly beating a guy to death.

He's got nitrous oxide in his blood

and a gas tank for a brain.

Do not turn your back on him.

Tanner, I'm gonna need another car.

- What about parts and service?

- Hold off on it.

Dom, I don't know what to do with it.

All right, what the hell is this?

What do you got there?

- This is your car.

- My car?

I said a 10-second car, not a 10-minute car.

You could push this across the finish line,

or tow it.

You couldn't even tow that

across the finish line.

No faith.

I have faith in you,

but this isn't a junkyard.

- This is a garage.

- Pop the hood.

- Pop the hood?

- Pop the hood.

-2JZ engine. No sh*t.

- And what did I tell you?

- I retract my previous statement.

- You know what?

This will decimate all

after you put about $15,000 in it.

Or more,

if we have to overnight parts from Japan.

- We'll put it on my tab at Harry's.

- Yes!

I gotta get you racing again

so I can make some money off your ass.

There's a show down in the desert

called Race Wars.

That's where you'll do it.

When you're not working at Harry's,

you're working here.

If you can't find the right tool

in this garage, Mr. Arizona...

...you don't belong near a car.

He owns you now.

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