The Fast and the Furious Page #5

I'm a cop.

Oh, you bastard.

You bastard.

- Mia.

- Get off of me, Brian!

Mia! Listen to me!

Everything I ever said

I felt about you was real.

I swear to God.

You have to believe me, Mia.

But this isn't about you and me.

Your brother's out there to pull a job.

We're running out of time. Those truckers

aren't laying down anymore.

Maybe they'll make it through tonight,

but every law enforcement agency...

...is coming down on them.

If you don't want anything to happen

to them...

...you have to get in that car

with me right now and help me.

Mia, you are the only person

that can help me right now.

Please, Mia. Please help me.

Civics are stashed somewhere

outside of Thermal.

They wouldn't double back,

and Highway 10 is too well patrolled.

- So, what does that leave us with?

- All this.

- Nextel.

- This is Officer Brian O'Conner.

Serial number 34762.

I need a cell phone trace.

- Okay. What's the cell number?

- Mia, what is it?

Come on, Mia.

She needs Dom's cell phone number now.

Thank you. Yeah, you get that?

All right, we're one man short.

Letty, I need you on the left side.

Your sister's right about this one.

This don't feel good.

- Don't do that.

- Something's wrong.

- Stop.

- We shouldn't be doing this without Jesse.

This is the mother lode.

We've been on this for three months.

After this, it's a long

vacation for everyone.

- Let's go.

- I hope so.

Listen, the other night I had a dream...

...that you and I were

on the beach in Mexico.

- Really?

- Really.

Come on. Let's make this happen.

- Leon, keep on those scanners.

- Copy that.

All right, let's go.

Okay, we traced the number

to the northbound 86.

Mile 114, outside Coachella.

We'll keep the trace open, Officer.

Let me see this.

I think we're about 40 miles away.

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

Okay! Go time!

We're all good.

I got nothing on the scanners.

Keep going.

Vince!

Vince, don't! Get back in!

Vince!

He's got a damn shotgun! Leon!

Back off! Get him off of there!

Oh, sh*t!

Get me off this thing! Pull up!

Unhook yourself. Do it!

- Do it!

- I can't get--

You can do it!

Come on, Vince!

Dom! I'm pulling up to distract him!

Come on, boy!

Shot doesn't get better than this.

Son of a b*tch!

Take me off here,

or I'll have to unhook the wire!

Try it again. One, two, three!

Unhook yourself!

I can't get my arm free!

- Vince, grab my hand!

- My arm!

Listen, give me your hand.

I'm gonna pull you off the rig!

Vince!

Hold on!

Give me your hand! Listen to me!

Dominic!

Sh*t!

- Dominic!

- Hang on!

Dom! Move out of the way.

I'm coming to get him.

Letty!

Leon!

Pull back for Letty.

Get her out of there!

I'm on it! Go!

I've got her! You get Vince off that truck.

Letty! Come on, baby.

You okay?

Oh, sh*t. Come on, girl, you all right?

Come on, let me look at you.

Come on. We got to go. Let's go.

Vince!

Take the wheel.

- What do you mean?

- Put your foot on the gas!

I'm gonna get him.

Put your foot on the gas!

Okay!

- Come on. Keep it steady.

- I got it!

All right, hold on, Vince.

He's having a hard time holding on.

Get me a little closer.

All right.

- Closer.

- I'm moving in.

Hold it right there!

Go!

You got to hang in here with me now!

We'll get you off. Give me your arm!

Vince, look at me! Don't let go!

Come on, Vince!

Throw this arm around me!

Vince, don't let go!

Come on, Mia. Get closer!

Mia, get closer! Come on.

Come on, Vince. Here we go!

Sh*t.

It's gonna be okay, Letty. I love you.

- Watch her.

- I got her.

Come on, Vince! Hang in there! Come on!

If he doesn't get to an ambulance

in 10 minutes, he's dead.

- Hold the pressure. Hold his arm up.

- I got it.

Yeah. Yeah, this is Officer Brian O'Conner.

I'm off-duty MAPD.

I need a life flight roll out right away.

My 20 is Highway 86, mile marker 147.

I got one trauma victim,

about 24 years of age.

Six-foot, maybe 200 pounds.

He's got a deep laceration to his right arm

with arterial bleeding.

And he's got a shotgun wound

close range to his left flank.

Yeah, he's going into shock!

Dom, put the gun down now!

- Move your car.

- No bullshit!

Put it down now! No more running!

I'm not running!

- Where's Leon and Letty?

- They're long gone!

Then it's over.

I didn't call the police, but don't push me!

- Put the gun down. I swear to God!

- You are the cop!

You're a cop!

Brian, I got to find Jesse before they do.

- I'm all the kid's got.

- I'll call in the plates.

PD will pick him up way before

Johnny even gets near him.

- Move your car.

- Dom, stop it! It's over. Please.

Mia, stay out of it!

Dominic, I am so sorry.

I don't know what I'm doing, Dom.

I'm so scared right now.

I don't know what's going on.

What were you thinking, man?

I don't know! I panicked! I'm sorry.

I'm scared!

I don't know what I'm doing!

Will you please help me?

Dom!

Jesse!

No, Jesse!

No, Dom, no!

Call 911. You call 911!

I used to drag here back in high school.

That railroad crossing up there

is exactly a quarter mile away from here.

On green, I'm going for it.

Dom!

That's not what I had in mind.

You know what you're doing?

I owe you a 10-second car.

I live my life a quarter mile at a time.

Nothing else matters.

For those 10 seconds or less...

...I'm free.

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