The Fast and the Furious Page #4

the chassis twisted coming off the line.

Barely kept her on the track.

- So, what's your best time?

- I've never driven her.

Why not?

It scares the sh*t out of me.

That's my dad.

He was coming up

in the pro stock-car circuit.

Last race of the season.

A guy named Kenny Linder

came up from inside, in the final turn.

He clipped his bumper

and put him into the wall at 120.

I watched my dad burn to death.

I remembered hearing him scream.

But the people that were there

said he had died before the tanks blew.

They said it was me who was screaming.

I saw Linder about a week later.

I had a wrench, and I hit him.

And I didn't intend to keep hitting him,

but when I finished, I couldn't lift my arm.

He's a janitor at a high school.

He has to take the bus to work every day.

And they banned me

from the tracks for life.

I live my life a quarter-mile at a time.

Nothing else matters.

Not the mortgage, not the store...

...not my team and all their bullshit.

For those 10 seconds or less...

...I'm free.

So, how is it, anyways,

that the gang came to be?

- What?

- The gang.

The gang?

No, they don't call themselves a gang.

- What do they call themselves?

- They're a team.

- They call themselves a team.

- All right. How did the team come to be?

Well, that's a whole lot of history.

- I've got time.

- Okay. Vince grew up with my brother.

Actually, he didn't ever actually grow up,

as you can tell.

But they were friends as kids.

And Letty, she just lived down the street.

Always into cars, though.

Ever since she was, like, 10 years old.

So, naturally, you know,

my brother always had her attention.

- And then she turned 16--

- And then she had Dom's attention.

Yeah. It's funny how that works, isn't it?

Yeah.

How does Jesse fit into the whole thing?

Jesse. Well, Jesse and Leon just sort of

showed up one night and never, ever left.

It's just the way my brother is, you know.

Dom's like...

He's like gravity.

Everything just gets pulled to him.

Even you.

No.

No.

The only thing that pulled me in was you.

Being friends with your brother

is just a bonus.

That's good.

That's good. It's nice to come first

every once in a while.

Want to go for a drive?

- Yeah?

- The hijackers have hit again.

Bilkins has decided that we're gonna move

on Johnny Tran and his guys at 17:00.

Unless you say otherwise.

If you agree, just say yes.

- Yeah.

- Who is that?

It's just a wrong number.

Yes, sir. Yeah, I know, but--

Yeah. Yes, sir.

Yeah. I got it.

The DVD players were purchased legally.

All we've got are a couple

of low-rent weapons charges...

...and some outstanding speeding tickets.

- So, they're out.

- Yeah.

Father bailed them out.

Is this the kind of intelligence

I can expect from you, O'Conner?

- You're gonna put this on me?

- I can put it on whoever I want to.

- Perks of the job.

- No, you can't put this on me--

No, wait a minute. Let me tell you.

I don't care if you have to aim at someone

and blow your cover to smithereens.

You've got 36 hours to crack this bastard...

...or you might want to think

about another career.

It's Toretto, Brian.

It always has been Toretto.

Tran and Hector are...

They're just fumes.

I know you've been lying to me.

My question is this:

Have you been lying to yourself

because you can't see past Mia?

He won't go back to prison.

Well, that's a choice

he's going to have to make.

There's all kinds of family, Brian.

And that's a choice

you're gonna have to make.

You ready for this?

Nice car.

What's the retail on one of those?

More than you can afford, pal. Ferrari.

Smoke him.

So, what's wrong, Brian?

Nothing, man, I'm fine.

Come on. Obviously something's off.

Look, I have my good days and bad days

just like anybody else.

Brian, don't lose that cool of yours.

That's your meal ticket.

My meal ticket?

I can't pay for my own shrimp?

I got the shrimp.

No, that's one thing about me

you don't understand.

I don't take handouts.

I earn my way, every step.

I need something extra on the side,

like you.

What do you mean, like me?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- That's what I mean.

- What does that mean, like me?

- Don't try--

I'm not stupid, all right?

I know that there's no way you paid

for all that sh*t you got under the hood--

There's no way you paid for

what's under the hood of those cars...

...by doing tune-ups and selling groceries.

Whatever it is you're in on,

I want in on it, too.

- Well, what is this?

- Read it.

- What is this for?

- It's directions.

To Race Wars.

We'll see how you go.

Then we'll talk.

- How's it going?

- What's up?

- Welcome to Race Wars.

- Great. Thanks a lot.

Baby. Hey, baby.

You should watch from the side.

I wouldn't want to get exhaust

on that pretty face.

- Put your money where your mouth is.

- I'll race you for that sweet little ass.

You want ass,

why don't you hit Hollywood Boulevard?

You want an adrenaline rush,

it'll be two large.

Right here. Right now.

What's it gonna be?

You got it.

"Another one bites the dust"

Come on. What you got?

See ya.

- What's up?

- Hey, what's up, Jesse?

What's in your hand?

Throwing down the pink slip, just like you.

- The pink slip to what? The Jetta?

- Yeah.

- You can't bet your dad's car.

- It's all right.

I ain't losing.

This fool is running a Honda 2000.

I'll win.

That way, me and my dad can roll

when he gets out of prison. It's all good.

They're gonna throw him right back

in prison after he kills you.

You visualize the win.

Visualize the win, Jesse. I'm serious.

You got to listen to me, man.

Who are you racing?

Jesse, don't do it.

I bet you he's got more than $100,000

under the hood of that car.

Too soon, junior.

No!

Sh*t!

Oh, God!

Yo! Heads up, bro. We got problems.

- What?

- Jesse.

Where's Jesse going?

- He just raced Tran for slips.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Where's he going?

- He went to the car wash.

Whatever. Go fetch my car.

Go fetch your car?

We're not on your block.

You better watch who you talk to like that.

Toretto!

SWAT came into my house...

...disrespected my whole family,

because somebody narked me out.

And you know what? It was you!

Get off of him, man.

Dom, chill out, man. Come on!

I never narked on nobody!

I never narked on nobody!

Mia.

I have respected you

and I haven't said sh*t.

Now I am asking you not to go.

- I'm doing this for both of us.

- Don't give me that crap.

You're doing this for you.

Why are you insisting on doing this?

Dom, please, just don't.

- Mia, what's going on?

- What?

- You know what I'm talking about.

- No, I don't.

You always have tears in your eyes

when Dom drives away?

What's the matter with you?

What's he racing off

in the middle of the night for?

- You know about the trucks?

- No, Brian! What trucks?

- Jesus Christ. What?

- Listen to me.

Mia, I'm a cop.

What are you talking about, Brian?

What is this?

Ever since the first time I met you,

I've been undercover.

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