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Just packed up a real money load,

and it's coming your way.

Look for "Rodgers" on the side of the truck.

Don't forget my share of the deal.

Shit!

Tuna on white, no crust, right?

I don't know. How is it?

Every day for the last three weeks

you've been coming in here and you've been asking me how the tuna is.

Now, it was crappy yesterday, it was crappy the day before.

And guess what? It hasn't changed.

I'll have the tuna.

No crust? No crust.

Thank you.

Talk to me, Jesse.

This ain't working, brother.

It's your fuel map. It's got a nasty hole.

That's why you're unloading in third.

I told you it was third.

Shut up. I'd lengthen the injector pulse

another millisec,

and just tune the NOS timer, you'll run nines.

What's up with this fool? What is he, sandwich crazy?

No, V. He ain't here for the food, dog.

Chill out, bro.

He's just slinging parts for Harry, man.

I know what he's slinging.

He's trying to get in Mia's pants, dog.

What's up, guys?

How you doing, Mia?

How you living, girl?

Hey! Hey, Dom.

You want something to drink?

He's beautiful.

I like his haircut.

Vince.

Vince!

What?

Can I get you anything?

You look good.

Well, thanks a lot, Mia. See you tomorrow.

Sure.

Tomorrow?

I love this part.

Yo!

Try Fatburger from now on.

You can get yourself a Double Cheese with fries for $2.95, faggot.

I like the tuna here.

Bullshit, asshole.

No one likes the tuna here.

Yeah, well, I do.

Jesus Christ, Dom!

Would you get out there, please?

I'm sick of this shit!

I'm not kidding, Dom! Get out there!

What'd you put in that sandwich?

That's really funny.

Dom!

All right.

Hey, man, he was in my face.

I'm in your face.

Relax! Don't push it! You embarrass me!

Get over there!

What are you doing?

Jesse, give me the wallet.

"Brian Earl Spilner." Sounds like a serial killer name.

Is that what you are? No, man.

Don't come around here again.

Hey, man, you know this is bullshit.

You work for Harry, right?

Yeah, I just started.

You were just fired.

Hey, Dominic, I appreciate what you did in a big way.

Dominic, I owe you.

Brian, you're messing with my business.

When Dominic drives, he's golden.

Kids pour in here, they want everything he has,

every performance part, and they pay cash!

What did Dominic say?

You don't wanna know.

What did Dominic say?

He wants you out of here.

He wants me out of here?

Yes!

And what did you say to Dom?

What do you think I said?

I told him good help is hard to find.

Hey.

Relax.

I need NOS. I need NOS.

No.

My car topped out at a 140 miles per hour this morning.

Amateurs don't use nitrous oxide.

I've seen the way you drive.

You got a heavy foot.

You'll blow yourself to pieces.

I need one of these. One of the big ones.

Actually, no, let's make it two.

And, Harry, I need it by tonight.

Player, hold up, hold up.

Look at this snowman right here, man.

Sweet ride.

What you running under there, man?

You gonna make me find out the hard way?

Hell, yeah.

You brave. You brave. They call me Hector.

I got a last name, too, but I can't pronounce it, so...

Brian Spilner.

Yeah, typical white boy name.

You know what I'm saying?

See that over there?

That's mine. It's my baby.

But I ain't cutting her loose tonight.

Why not? It's 'cause I'm going legit, homie.

Trying to get on the NIRA circuit.

You heard about that? Hell, yeah.

Yeah, yeah. So, what's up with you, man?

I'm just waiting for Toretto.

Shit. Better get in line. This yours?

Yeah, I'm standing next to it.

That's funny.

You know, Edwin happens to know a few things.

And one of the things Edwin knows is

it's not how you stand by your car,

it's how you race your car.

You better learn that.

Shit. Here they come. It's on.

Marvin.

Hey, Dom, how you doing? Hey, Gimel.

What've you been doing? Yoga?

Oh, you did? Of course, you did.

Hey, I'm Monica. Nice to meet you. Monica.

I smell skanks.

Why don't you girls just pack it up

before I leave tread marks on your face?

Okay.

Letty, I was just talking.

Yeah, whatever.

Okay. Hector.

Yeah. What's up, man?

Yo, what's up? Edwin.

How we doing this tonight?

One race, $2,000 buy in.

Winner takes all.

Hector, you're gonna hold the cash.

Why Hector?

'Cause he's too slow to make away with the money, man.

Okay, good luck, guys.

Hey, wait, hold up.

I don't have any cash, but I do have the pink slip to my car.

Hey, you just can't climb in the ring with Ali, 'cause you think you box.

He knows I can box.

So check it out, it's like this.

I lose, the winner takes my car, clean and clear.

But if I win, I take the cash, and I take the respect.

Respect.

To some people, that's more important.

That your car?

I see a cool air intake.

It's got a NOS fogger system and a T4 Turbo, Dominic.

I see an AIC control there.

It has direct port nitrous injection.

Yeah, and a stand-alone fuel management system.

Not a bad way to spend $10,000.

You see that shit?

He's got enough NOS in there to blow himself up, period.

Yeah.

So, what do you say? Am I worthy?

We don't know yet.

But you're in. Let's go.

What the hell's going on around here?

Street's closed, pizza boy.

Find another way home.

Goddamn street racers.

Code 3. Tension is high.

They've blocked the street.

Edwin,

this is yours, whether you win or lose.

But if you win, you get her, too.

You're gonna win.

I'm gonna win.

We got a reported homicide 187 at Barabian Liquors.

I got a 187 in Glendale.

Cops are all over it, man. We're good to roll.

I repeat, good to roll.

All right. Let's race!

Right.

Go!

Hell, yeah!

Damn, that guy's fast.

Let's go! Ménage à!

No!

Monica!

Shut up!

Let's go now, baby!

Yeah!

Here's what you want, right here.

There you go.

My sister holds the money. Count it.

Me and my trophy.

Hey, hey, Monica. What's up, baby?

What's your problem, nigger?

You didn't win.

Fuck you, then!

Was that fun?

Got a problem there, huh, buddy?

What are you smiling about?

Dude, I almost had you.

You almost had me?

You never had me. You never had your car.

Granny shifting, not double clutching like you should.

You're lucky that 100 shot of NOS

didn't blow the welds on the intake.

Nice job!

Almost had me?

I don't know, man.

Get out of here.

Now me and the mad scientist gotta rip apart the block

and replace the piston rings you fried.

Ask any racer, any real racer.

It don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile.

Winning's winning.

Yeah!

Any available units, we have reported

street racing along Hawthorne...

Oh, shit! We got cops, cops, cops! Go!

Dom, get in the car! Go!

Toretto, stop right there!

Toretto!

Get in!

You're the last person in the world I expected to show up.

Yeah, well, I thought if I got in your good graces

you might let me keep my car.

You are in my good graces, but you ain't keeping your car.

You drive like you've done this before.

What are you, a wheelman?

No.

You boost cars?

No, never.

Ever done time?

A couple of overnighters. No big deal.

What about the two years in juvie for boosting cars?

Tucson, right?

Yeah, I had Jesse run a profile on you, 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 gonna 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, Johnny.

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 gonna 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.

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.

Yeah, you're gonna 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, shit.

You're all in, right?

Wow, man, she's hot.

Which one of you uses nitrous?

Yo.

Yo, Dom. Hey, man. We were just about

to go looking for you, brother.

Where were you?

There were mass cops there.

They came in from every direction.

That shit 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'd you bring the buster here?

'Cause the buster 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?

Yeah, upstairs. First door on the right.

He's got no call being up in here.

You don't know that fool for shit!

Yeah, he's right, Dom.

Vince, there was a time when I didn't know you.

That was in the third grade!

Yeah.

Yeah, so, what girls are here?

You just name it. You want mine?

You need to shut the F... 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 we go upstairs and you give me a massage?

Crazy bitch.

Yo.

You know you owe me a 10-second car, right?

Ouch.

Oh, shit.

Did you wipe the seat?

Jesus Christ! Would you cut this shit already? Come on!

Come on, let's go get me a drink.

Come on, man. We were just about to get along.

Yeah.

So, what do you want?

Anything, long as it's cold.

You know, my brother likes you.

He usually doesn't like anybody.

Yeah, 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.

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'd I do?

Shut up.

He's clean, Sarge.

Damn! Muse, will you take these things off?

I mean, shit, you put them on so tight.

I like realism.

You never know who's watching, Brian.

Wow. Nice crib, Sergeant.

It's a lot nicer than that last place you confiscated.

Ain't it? You know, 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.

Wait a minute. You tell him what happened?

He knows what happened. Hey, you know what?

Why don't you send the bill to Johnny Tran. Brian.

The kid's giving me attitude?

That doesn't speak very well for police-FBI relations, Tanner.

I mean, come on, what is this?

I walk in the door and the guy's giving me...

All right, 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 don't have anything.

DVD players and digital cameras alone 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 wanna know something?

The FBI can help, if you come through for us.

What does the truck driver say?

He gave us the same MO.

Three Honda Civics, precision driving,

the same green neon glow from under the chassis.

Lab says the skid marks came back the same.

Mashimoto ZX tires.

So we know that it's somebody in the street racing world.

We don't make this case soon

the truckers will take matters into their own hands.

I told them we're close.

You gonna make me a liar?

Look, what do we know?

We all know this world revolves around Toretto, right?

Now, I'm not saying that he's necessarily

the one that's popping these trucks,

but I can guarantee the both of you that 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?

Yeah, like a guy that's gonna do three to five

for receiving stolen property if he doesn't.

What kind of vibe is he getting from Toretto?

He's scared to death of him,

but he doesn't think he's jacking trucks in his spare time, either.

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.

Hey, Tanner, I'm gonna need another car.

What about parts and service?

Hold off on that.

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

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.

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.

Hey, pop the hood.

Pop the hood?

Pop the hood.

- 2JZ engine. - No shit.

Man, 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 this showdown in the desert called Race Wars

and that's where you'll do it.

I'll tell you what. 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.

Tell me what you think about this.

Koni adjustables.

They'll save us about two pounds.

And they're gonna give us better traction for the hole shot. All right?

Okay, so this is your basic layout of the car,

and that's pretty much what it could look like when it's finished.

Red, green.

Man, you should be going to MIT or something.

Yeah, right.

No, I got that...

What's it called?

That attention disorder...

ADD? Yes, that shit. Yeah.

You know, I was good in algebra, and like, math and shit.

Everything else I failed.

Dropped out of school.

I don't know. There's just something about engines

that calms me down, you know.

I'm out of here.

Come on, dog.

Yo, Dom.

Vince, get over here, give us a hand.

Looks like you got all the help you need, brother.

Mia! The chicken's dry already.

All right already. I'm coming out already.

- How are you guys doing? - Good.

Come here.

Wait, hold up.

Because you were the first out of everybody here

to reach in to get the chicken, you say grace.

Come on.

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. - Amen, all right.

Not bad. Amen.

He was praying to the car gods, man.

If 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, dog.

Hey, Jesse, hand me that chicken, bro.

Let's eat some grub, man.

Yeah.

Want some of that chicken?

Where'd you go? Rent a movie or something?

Need a hand with anything else?

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

Well, you see, the cook doesn't clean where I come from.

Yeah? I'd like to go there.

You know, I think we should go out sometime.

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

Wow, that sucks.

I guess I'll have to kick his ass then.

I'd love to see that one.

No, I would.

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.

And 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? V.

V, what was that Cuban restaurant you wanted to take me to?

The one with the picadillo and the...

Little red candles, wooden table?

Yeah, the plantain, too. Yeah.

Food all over the place. What was it called?

Cha Cha Cha. Yeah, that's it.

Yeah. Right.

Well, you can take me there.

Friday night at 10:00. ls 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?

Excellent, brother. Come on in, man.

Check it, it's yours.

Damn. What do we got here?

Hired some new help, huh?

Don't even think about it.

All right, like that? What's up, Hector?

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

Pretty good.

So, what's up? 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.

Come on, man, white boys work fast, don't they?

That's right.

Hey, you said you need three of all this stuff?

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

when you need to be very clear about what you say.

Nod if you understand me.

Nod!

Sit up.

Tell me what the hell you're doing down here.

Oh, shit. What I'm doing?

Dom,

I don't...

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 go around and check everybody's shit 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!

All right, kid, you stand watch.

Yo, Dominic.

There's no engines.

What are they planning on racing with?

Hopes and dreams?

I don't know, but I know they're sneaky as shit

and they got enough money to buy anything.

What, Jess?

Dom, 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!

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?

40 weight?

50 weight?

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. day after tomorrow.

I want something to show.

Now, we have a top echelon fence

with a lube hose in his mouth, automatic weapons,

a jacket full of priors on every one of these Asian punks,

a garage full of DVD players and generally psychotic behavior.

Now, tell me why we shouldn't move on Johnny Tran right now

and see where we are when the dust settles.

Because all we have is behavior.

Just let me get some hard evidence,

because what we have now is just circumstantial...

What we have is probable cause.

And truckers arming themselves

for some good old-fashioned vigilante mayhem.

Tell us about Hector, Brian.

Oh, Latinos with spear guns.

Give me a break.

No, Hector's still working on the engines for the cars,

but the tires don't match.

Will someone just give me a cigarette? Get him a cigarette.

Don't get him a cigarette.

I thought you quit. Yeah, I did quit.

Just give me a cigarette. Get him a cigarette.

No!

Tell me about Toretto.

Well, I told you, I think he's too controlled for this.

I mean, what?

Going suicidal on semi-trucks? No way.

I mean, maybe his buddy, Vince,

but he's too stupid to pull it off.

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, buddy.

Knock it off!

What, are you going native on me, Brian?

Have you read Toretto's file lately?

Yeah, I memorized that file.

Yeah, well 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.

Got a TR7 here with a ball-bearing upgrade.

What it's gonna do is, it's gonna...

It's gonna spool up really quick.

I got this set up for 24...

Yeah.

So, 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 wanna show you something.

Wow.

Me and my dad built her.

Nine hundred horses of Detroit muscle.

It's a beast.

Know what she ran in Palmdale?

No. What did she run?

Nine seconds flat.

God.

My dad was driving.

So much torque, 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 shit 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 on 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

that 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 by the time I was done, I couldn't lift my arm.

He's a janitor at a high school.

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?

- The what? - The gang.

The gang?

No, they don't call themselves a gang.

Well, what do they call themselves then?

They're a team.

They call themselves a team.

All right, so how is it that the team came to be?

Well, that's a whole lot of history.

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

Yeah.

How is it that Jesse fits into the whole thing?

Jesse?

Well, Jesse and Leon just sort of showed up one night

and never ever left.

Well, it's just the way my brother is, though, you know?

Dom's like...

He's like gravity.

You know, everything just gets pulled to him.

Even you.

Mmm-mmm.

No.

The only thing that pulled me in was you.

Being friends with your brother is just a bonus.

That's good. That's...

It'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 made his decision.

We're gonna move on Johnny Tran and his guys at 1700 hours.

Unless you say otherwise.

If you agree, just say yes.

Yeah. Who is that?

It's just a wrong number.

Hi.

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

Yeah. Yeah. Yes. Yes, sir.

Yeah, I got it.

The DVD players were purchased legally.

All we've got on Tran and company

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, kid.

Perks of the job.

No, there's no way you're gonna put this on me...

No, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Let me tell you.

I don't care if you have to put a gun to someone's head

and blow your cover to smithereens.

You've got 36 hours to crack this bastard

or you might want to be thinking about another career.

It's Toretto, Brian.

It always has been Toretto.

Tran and Hector are...

They're just fumes.

Well, 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, Jumpy?

Yeah!

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 I have my bad days,

just like anybody else.

Brian, don't lose that cool of yours.

That's your meal ticket.

My meal ticket? What, I can't pay for my own shrimp?

I got the shrimp.

No, see, that's one thing about me, Dom, you don't understand.

I don't need handouts. I don't take handouts.

I earn my way, every step.

Just gotta make a little 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 in hell

you paid for all that shit you got under the hood...

I know there's no way in hell you paid for all that shit

that's under the hood of those cars,

by doing tune-ups and selling groceries.

Now, 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 do,

then we'll talk.

How's it going, bro? What's up, man?

Welcome to Race Wars.

Great. Thanks a lot.

Baby. Hey, baby.

You should be watching from the side.

I wouldn't want to get any exhaust on that pretty face.

How about you put your money where your mouth is?

Well, how about I 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 do you got? What you got?

See ya.

Hey, Bri, what's up?

Hey, what's up, Jesse?

What do you have 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 together

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

Well, they're gonna throw him right back in prison after he kills you.

Oh, shit. I'm up.

You visualize the win.

Hey, visualize the win, Jesse.

I'm serious. You gotta listen to me, man.

Who are you racing?

Jesse, don't do it.

I bet you he's got more than a $100,000 under the hood of that car.

Uh-huh.

Too soon, Junior.

No!

Shit!

Oh, God!

Yo! Heads up, bro.

We got problems. What?

Jesse.

Where's Jesse going?

He just raced Tran for slips.

Oh, shit.

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 any more.

You better watch who you talk to like that.

Toretto! Okay, watch it.

Toretto!

SWAT came into my house,

disrespected my whole family because somebody narked me out.

And you know what? It was you!

Come on!

Go! Get him!

Go!

Let him go!

Dom!

Get off of him! Get off of him!

You're gonna go!

- Dom, chill out, man! - Come on! Let's go!

I never narked on nobody!

I never narked on nobody!

Let's go!

Mia!

Mia.

I have respected you and I haven't said shit.

And now I'm asking you not to go.

Mia, I'm doing this for both of us.

No, 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, Brian.

Oh, so what? You always have tears

in your eyes when Dom drives away?

What is the matter with you?

Come on. What's your brother racing off

in the middle of the night for?

I'm talking about the trucks.

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.

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 right now this isn't about you and me.

Your brother's out there,

he's about to pull a job and we're running out of time.

Those truckers, they're not laying down any more, you know.

Maybe they'll make it through tonight,

but every single law enforcement agency in California's

coming down on them.

If you don't want anything to happen

to your brother, to Letty, to Leon, to Vince,

you have to just get in that car with me right now.

You have to 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.

And they wouldn't double back.

And Highway 10 is just way too well patrolled.

So, what does that leave us with then?

That leaves us with all this.

Nextel.

Yeah, this is Officer Brian O'Conner.

Serial number 34762.

I need a cell phone trace.

Okay. What's the cell number?

Mia, what's his cell phone number?

Come on, Mia.

She needs Dom's cell phone number now.

3235556439.

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.

Look, 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 a beach in Mexico.

Oh, really? Really.

Come on. Let's make this happen.

Leon, keep on those scanners.

Copy that.

All right, let's go.

Yeah.

Okay, we traced the number to the northbound 86.

Mile 114 outside Coachella.

We'll keep the trace open, officer.

Let me see this.

All right, 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, man.

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! Back off! Get him off of there!

Get me off this thing!

Pull up.

Unhook! 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.

You son of a bitch!

Take me off here!

I'm gonna unhook the wire!

Try it again!

One, two, three!

Vince, unhook yourself!

I can't get my arm free! My arm!

Vince, grab my hand.

My arm!

Listen, give me your hand!

I'm gonna pull you off the rig!

Dominic!

Dominic! Shit!

Dominic!

Hang on!

Dom, move out of the way!

I'm coming to get him!

Letty!

Leon! Yo!

Go 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.

Letty. You okay? Oh, shit.

Come on, girl, you all right?

Come on, let me look at you.

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

Come on, Vince!

Dominic! Vince!

Here, take the wheel.

What do you mean, take the wheel?

Take the wheel! Put your foot on the gas!

I'm gonna get him. Put your foot on the gas!

Okay! Okay!

Come on, keep it steady!

I got it!

All right, hold on, Vince!

Okay!

Hey, he's having a hard time holding on!

Get me a little closer!

All right!

Closer!

I'm moving in!

Hold it right there!

No!

Vince! You got to hang in here with me right now!

We're gonna get you off this thing!

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!

Brian! Oh, shit.

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

Watch her. Yeah, I got her.

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

If we don't get him to an ambulance in 10 minutes, he's dead.

Hold this. Hold the pressure. Just like that.

I got it.

Don't let go. Hold his arm up.

Vince.

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

I'm off-duty LAPD.

I need a Life Flight roll out right away.

My 20 is a Highway 86, mile marker 147.

I got one trauma victim, about 24 years of age.

Six foot, maybe 200 pounds.

He's got a real deep laceration to his right arm,

with arterial bleeding.

And he's got a shotgun wound,

close range to his left flank.

Yeah. Yeah, and 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 gotta 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!

Move the...

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!

Jess! 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!

Jesse! No, Jesse!

No. Dom, no!

Call 911 . You, call 911!

I used to drag here back in high school.

That rail road 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.