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Oh, my God.

Check it out, man.

Holy sh*t.

Seen three bikers and a chick on a couple

of crotch rockets in the last hour?

Must be something in the water up here.

Okay. Words strung together

into sentences obviously bewilder you.

Let me try again.

Three dudes...

...a girl...

...and a couple of bikes.

- Don't know. Seen a lot of truckers.

- Really?

One girl.

- Man, you should've seen the pair...

- Shut up.

Does this thing work?

Ford. What is wrong with you?

Sorry.

- Is it fried?

- Yeah.

So you never actually told me

why you chose Thailand.

Well, I just wanted to go someplace

that wouldn't remind me of you.

Oh, yeah?

How did that work out for you?

- Not real well.

- No?

Oh, come on, admit it.

You're so glad I came back.

I just had nothing better to do

this weekend.

Why we stopping

in the middle of the interstate?

Roadblock.

Sir! You're clear. Go ahead.

Move it out.

Go ahead and send the next one!

Check the second one back!

- Good evening, officer.

- Could you step out of the vehicle, please.

- There a problem?

- No, sir. Just a routine check.

- You mind opening her up?

- No, not at all.

- Where you coming from?

- Barstow.

- Much drier in Barstow.

- Yeah, just a little.

Hey, Ed!

What are you doing back so soon?

I got a race in L.A. tomorrow night.

He's all right.

Regular hero here on the local circuit.

- Let him through.

- Yes, sir.

Hey, Ed, good luck tomorrow night.

- Beat it.

- Thanks, Frank.

Ford should've called us by now.

He's just having a good run.

Don't sweat it, man.

We got over a mil riding on this!

We're looking at life in prison if Ford

doesn't go down as planned.

Don't tell me not to sweat it.

So grab yourself a candy bar

and shut your mouth.

That's a sweet hog, man.

Look at that beast!

Live to ride. Or that. Yeah.

Could we get a picture of you guys?

We're on a road trip, we e-mail people

on our buddy list where we're at.

Could we do that?

Who's in love?

- They are.

- Right there.

Give me a big smile,

like you guys are human.

He blinked and she blinked.

Look at this. Let's do it again.

This time, no blinking.

Smile.

Now what?

It's also about financial freedom.

- What can I do for you?

- Why don't you open up the back for me.

That's a long truck.

Don't touch me.

- That's weird.

- What?

My lock's gone.

You waiting for a green light?

- Let's go, make a hole!

- Truck's broke. Call a tow truck.

- Are you done?

- Get in. I'm driving.

F*** the police!

- Was that a threat?

- I think it was.

Ford, traffic!

This is why I hate four wheels.

Hey, you're gonna have to

make a break!

- We go together!

- No, you and Val can get Shane out of this!

No way, I'm going with you!

- No, you're not.

- Goddamn it, Ford!

I always knew you had a thing for me.

Get her out of here!

Hey!

Watch out.

And I'm not gonna stand for it. I wanna

return the bike. You can take it back.

What do you mean I can't bring it back?

Okay, there's only 200 miles on the bike.

If you say one more word...

A**hole!

Hello? Hung up again!

- Bikers.

- This is crazy! We can call backup.

If you don't like my driving, Henderson,

you can get out and hitch.

No way!

Thank God for airbags. Shut up.

- Come on, Ford.

- You got this wrong!

Damn!

Damn! Crazy white boy!

Look, man, I don't wanna...

You think you man enough

to drop that hammer?

Don't want to.

I didn't kill Junior either.

If I did, I would've

let you die at the tracks.

- Why didn't you stick around and talk?

- I didn't think this would go all that well.

All right.

You didn't kill him, who did?

Henry James. He set me up.

So I'm supposed to just believe

what you say now?

Well, see for yourself.

I'm taking him down.

You don't believe me,

you can always shoot me then.

You dropped this.

This better be someone

with good news or money.

What would you say if I gave you Junior's

killer and Henry's drugs at the same time?

Where?

You know the address. You busted its doors

down about six months ago.

Meet me there in two hours.

Crystal meth.

I don't suppose we got

a spare set of hands?

- Yeah?

- Don't "yeah" me.

How we doing over there?

It's just me and the fishes, man.

If a mermaid pops up, I'll call you.

- Just stay there at Dalton's.

- Yeah.

It's lovely here.

I'll see you in a little while.

Just be careful, all right?

- Well, you know me.

- Yeah, that's why I'm worried.

I'll call you when it's over.

- Who the hell is that?

- I ordered pizza.

- You're kidding me, right?

- No.

- You're not kidding?

- I eat when I'm nervous.

He eats when he's horny.

He just likes to eat.

How you doing?

Seems like your boy ain't coming.

Now what?

He'll be here. Trust me.

Tell me you got a million dollars'

worth of my ice?

I'd try to be punctual.

You ain't Henry.

He'll be here.

You know, I ain't exactly

known for my patience.

- What's this?

- Y2K.

Fastest bike in the world.

Carbon-fiber chassis built around

a Rolls-Royce jet helicopter engine.

Zero to 200 in less than 10 seconds, huh?

I heard of these.

- What's wrong with this one?

- I don't own it.

- FBI! Hands where I can see them!

- Drop it. Hands behind your head.

- You tried to set me up.

- They're here for Henry.

Put the gun on the ground

and slide it to me, now.

You're supposed to wait for Henry.

Didn't you learn anything in FBI school?

Ford, shut up.

Those Henry's bikes?

- Yeah.

- And the meth's inside them?

- Yeah.

- Then...

...nice work.

Hey. Nancy Drew.

"No. Don't shoot. Stop."

What a sad and sudden tragedy.

Nice shot, by the way.

Seriously. So now...

...I get to pin this murder on you...

...and, well, everyone knows

you killed Junior...

...so now

I can shoot you both.

- Sh*t.

- Yeah.

- Which one of you guys wants to go first?

- Him. Shoot him first.

You sure the drugs are in there?

- Hey.

- They're wired.

You put the gun on the ground

or we all go up.

It's my girlfriend. Excuse me. Sorry.

Hey, baby. I'm fine.

Why don't you come in? All right.

You're gonna love her.

Meet my partner.

Did you really think I was stupid enough

to walk into a trap?

Wait.

Say hello, b*tch.

Shane.

Look who it is.

Guess the lunch line's gonna be

a little shorter at family reunions.

Huh, dog?

I should have done your ass

when I did your b*tch brother.

Yeah, you should have.

Really?

All right. It seems we

have ourselves a little dilemma.

Give me my meth or your little girlfriend

is gonna redefine the term "airhead."

Now, drop that switch.

Who knows, baby?

After a little time with us,

she might not wanna go back to Ford.

Go ahead, take a moment.

We have plenty of time.

Requesting backup

at 12000 North Alameda Street.

Thanks.

No, no, no!

Hey, wait!

Now, ain't that ironic?

- You okay?

- Yeah. Where's Henry?

- I gotta get that bike.

- I gotta get that b*tch.

Damn right.

- You Power Rangers all right?

- That hurt.

- Hey.

- Jay!

Bulletproof vest, a**hole.

Sh*t! Let's go!

You were always a punk.

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