The Fast and the Furious Page #3

Tell me what you think about this.

Koni adjustables.

Gonna save us about 2 pounds.

And they're gonna give us

better traction for the hole shot.

All right?

This is your basic layout of the car.

And that's pretty much

what it could look like when it's finished.

Red, green.

- You should be going to MIT or something.

- Yeah, right.

No, I got that... What's it called?

That attention disorder--

- ADD?

- Yes, that sh*t. Yeah.

You know, I was good in algebra

and like math and sh*t.

Everything else I failed.

Dropped out of school.

I don't know.

It's just something about engines...

...that calms me down, you know.

- I'm outta here.

- Come on, dog.

- Yo, Dom.

- Vince, get over here and give us a hand.

Looks like you got

all the help you need, brother.

- Mia! The chicken's dry.

- All right. I'm coming out already.

Here you go.

Hey, hold up.

Because you were the first to reach in

to get the chicken, you say grace.

- Dear heavenly...

- Spirit.

Spirit. Thank you.

Thank you for providing us

with a direct port nitrous injection...

...four core intercoolers

and ball-bearing turbos...

...and titanium valve springs.

- Thank you.

- Amen.

- Not bad.

- Amen.

He was praying to the car gods, man.

He's not the best.

- What do you want?

- Practice.

Thank you, girl.

Look who it is. "Old Coyotes 'R' Us."

I thought you weren't hungry, pumpkin.

- You know, I gotta eat.

- He's always hungry.

All right, sit down.

How you doing, Mia?

Here you go.

- Jesse, hand me that chicken.

- Let's eat some grub, man.

- Want some of that chicken?

- What, you rent a movie or something?

Need a hand with anything else?

No, I'm good. You can go join the boys

and watch the movie.

- The cook doesn't clean where I come from.

- I'd like to go there.

- I think we should go out sometime.

- No, I don't date my brother's friends.

That sucks.

- I'll have to kick his ass then.

- I'd love to see that one.

I would pay to see that one, actually.

Wash my car when you get done.

- What was that?

- No, Mia. I'm talking to the punk.

Wear your favorite dress,

'cause when you're done...

...I'm putting you on the street

where you belong, cutie.

Is this thing broken?

What's wrong with this thing?

What was that Cuban restaurant

you wanted to take me to?

The one with the picadillo and--

- With red candles, wooden tables--

- The plantain, food all over the place.

- What it's called?

- Cha Cha Cha.

- Yeah, that's it.

- Yeah.

Well, you can take me there.

Friday night at 10:00. Is that good for you?

- Yeah, it's perfect.

- Good.

- There's no popcorn.

- Make your own goddamn popcorn!

All right. Now that's valet parking.

- Harry. What's up, dog?

- Nice to see you.

Excellent. Come on in, man.

- Check it. It's yours.

- Damn. What do we got here?

- Hired some new help?

- Don't even think about it.

- What's up?

- What's up, Brian? How you feeling?

- Pretty good. What do you need?

- What's up, man?

I need you to hook me up.

Three of everything. I made a list.

Why don't you look that over?

- When do you need this stuff by?

- Tomorrow, today, now.

- Right.

- White boys work fast, don't they?

That's right.

- You said you need three of each?

- Yeah, three of everything.

What do you think about that?

Check this out.

He moans like a cop.

Brian, this is one of those times

you need to be clear about what you say.

Nod if you understand me.

Nod!

Sit up.

Tell me what the hell you're doing

down here.

Sh*t. What I'm doing?

Dom.

I owe you a 10-second car.

And what this is about,

this is about Race Wars.

I just went in there,

and Hector is gonna be running...

...three Honda Civics with Spoon engines.

And on top of that,

he just came into Harry's...

...and he ordered three T66 turbos,

with NOS...

...and a MoTeC system exhaust.

So, what are you saying?

You're gonna check everybody's sh*t out,

one garage after another?

Yeah.

Because, Dom, you know I can't lose again.

He's a cop.

He's a cop!

You a cop?

Let's go for a little ride.

Walk!

Okay. You stand watch.

Yo, Dominic.

There's no engines.

What are they planning on racing with,

hopes and dreams?

I don't know, but they're sneaky as sh*t...

...and they've got enough money

to buy anything.

What?

We got a wolf pack.

It's Johnny Tran,

and he's coming your way really fast.

All right, we got company. Spilner.

Come on. Move!

Let me ask you a question, Ted.

- Do you see anything wrong here?

- No.

- We got no engines, do we?

- No.

- Do we?

- No.

- Do we?

- No.

A couple of Nissan SR20 motors

will pull a premium...

- ...one week before Race Wars, huh?

- Yeah, probably.

You're a smart fence, Ted.

Maybe too smart.

What are you feeling, Lance?

A 40-weight sounds nice.

Where are they, Ted?

- Where are they?

- Enough!

- Where are they?

- They're in a warehouse.

They're in a warehouse, man!

Ted.

Kiss my shoes?

Let's go get our engines.

My superiors are flying in from D.C.,

in two days.

I want something to show.

We've got a fence

with a lube hose in his mouth...

...automatic weapons,

priors on every one of these Asian punks...

...a garage full of DVD players

and generally psychotic behavior.

Tell me why we shouldn't move

on Tran now and figure it out later?

Because all we have is behavior.

Let me get hard evidence,

because what we have now is just--

What we have is probable cause.

And truckers arming themselves for some

good old-fashioned vigilante mayhem.

- Tell us about Hector, Brian.

- Latinos with spear guns. Give me a break.

Hector's still working on the engines,

but the tires don't match.

Will somebody give me a cigarette?

- Get him a cigarette.

- Don't give him one.

- I thought you quit.

- I did. Just give me one.

- Get him a cigarette.

- No!

Tell me about Toretto.

I told you,

I think he's too controlled for this.

Going suicidal on semi-trucks? No way.

Maybe Vince. But he's too dumb to do it.

- I think the kid sister's blurring your vision.

- What did you say?

I don't blame you.

I'd get off on her surveillance photos, too.

Knock it off!

What? Are you going native on me, Brian?

Have you read Toretto's file lately?

- Yeah. I memorized that file.

- Read it again.

No, better still, take a look at these.

Remember I told you about the guy

he nearly beat to death?

Toretto did this

with a three-quarter-inch torque wrench.

He's a model of self-control.

I need a few more days.

I need a few more days.

Got a TR7 here,

with a ball-bearing upgrade.

What it's going to do is,

it's going to spool up really quick.

- I got this set up for 24 psi.

- Got it.

You got big plans tonight?

Yeah. We're going out to dinner.

You break her heart, I'll break your neck.

That's not gonna happen.

I want to show you something.

Me and my dad built her.

Nine hundred horses of Detroit muscle.

It's a beast.

- You know what she ran in Palmdale?

- No. What?

Nine seconds flat.

- God.

- My dad was driving.

So much torque,

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