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[electrical crackling]

[humming]

[upbeat rhythmic music plays]

[engine roars]

[tires squeal]

-[pants] -[slow music plays]

[echoing] Marchelo.

[grunts] Layla! This truck is loaded up with explosives.

We can't stay on here.

The truck's gonna blow!

[Layla] Get off me! I have to deliver this! It's my mission!

I'm heading for the water. We gotta ditch!

[all scream]

[all grunt]

[Layla's ears ring]

-[Tony] Layla! -[Layla coughs]

Layla!

[ringing fades]

Are we in Rio?

Yeah. Are you okay? What's going on?

I...

I remember going undercover. The favela, the gangsters.

Yo, we got company!

[engines approach]

[tense music plays]

[engine starts, revs]

They did something to me!

That was kind of us. We threw you out of the truck. Before it exploded.

No. It's this formula, it’s mind control. I figured it out before she caught me.

Mind control? Wait, who caught you?

Yo! We gotta go!

We can talk about this on the way. Get in.

No. I'm going back in.

-Are you serious? -Is she serious?

They think I'm still mind-controlled. I can finish. Nobody controls me.

Yo, just leave her! Let's go!

Get out of here, Toretto. I'll be in touch.

[groans] Wait! Take this pico camera so we can keep an eye on you.

Thanks for coming for me.

We're family.

We gotta go! Now!

[engine roars, wheels spin]

This way!Vamos lá! Let’s go!

[sirens approach]

[tense rhythmic music plays]

Oh, this is great. What happened?!

[gasps]

Good idea having me arrest you to finish that score.

[Layla] I know my plan was awesome.

[moans]

Layla! Who attacked the truck?

I don’t know! You’re the police, why don’t you investigate?

Why are your friends chasing us?

I just arranged security for the truck.

Nice job with that.

I can’t hide a giant explosion from everyone!

Why’d we get attacked at all?!

[grunts]

Fala sério!

[tires screech]

[engine roars]

Caramba!We’ve got to get out of here.

Then drive better!

Me? I wouldn't be in this mess if you'd done that with the truck.

Give me the wheel.

What are you doing?

Shut up and floor it!

-[screams] -I said, floor it!

[screams]

Whoa!

[screams]

Whoa! Yikes!

Shhh!

[sirens fade]

Never insult my driving again.

[scoffs]

[sighs] Is that camera up and running?

What’s going on? Why is Layla back in?

I couldn’t stop her. She's so mad about what they did to her.

Wait, who did what to her?!

That formula controls people’s minds. That’s why she was trying to take us out!

At least, that’s what she said.

You don’t believe her?

Yesterday the gangsters were calling her "boss".

Today she said she was mind-controlled,

but she went right back to the gangsters!

But she’s wearing my pin.

Mind control, bro?!

I believe in weather machines and aliens as much as anyone,

but this sounds like a conspiracy theory.

This one is conspiracy fact.

Of course! I can’t believe I didn’t realize it before.

Donut listened to me when he ran through the formula,

and at my house the formula exploded

and I ended up cleaning my room and the restaurant, and...

[groans] combing a bunch of doll hair.

[gasps] I mind-controlled myself!

Do you know what this means?

Someone with this kind of power could bring forth

an apocalyptic catastrophe like never before.

-A single puppet master capable of-- -[Echo] Stop!

We get it, it’s bad. We don’t have time for a whole thing.

Guys, we gotta figure out who the ringleader is.

I think "puppet master" is more accurate...

Fine. Puppet master. Can you get aerial footage of the compound?

Pulling it up now.

Frostee, we need to know how this formula works.

Ifit works.

How long does it last? What happens when it's used?

Ooh! Science experiment time.

Layla’s going into the lion’s den and she needs us.

[exhilarating music plays]

[Tony]Layla!

[Tony]Wake up!

[dramatic music plays]

You weren’t at the warehouse or running security for the truck.

Where were you?

My job was to clear the streets. I did what I was supposed to!

You better not try telling her this was my fault!

-What's wrong with you? -Nothin’.

[Rocha] Get it together. You’re explaining to the boss why her formula’s gone.

[tense music plays]

Okay, in order to test how this mind control formula works,

we need a subject.

Well, I don't believe in animal testing. Use me instead!

[Donut chitters]

No. We need someone who doesn't follow commands.

-I don't foll-- -Grab me a sample of that formula.

Right away!

Oh... Okay. Yeah.

[Frostee] Okay. We need a subject.

Not me, I love following orders.

To test your formula, you need someone borderline irresponsible, a born rebel,

a maverick renegade with the soul of an outlaw

and the hard head of a brahma bull.

What?

[chuckles] Uh... Look, I get it.

I’m all those awesome things Gary said,

but my mind is too strong to be controlled.

-Spray him, Cisco. -Mm-hmm.

Uh...

[gulps, chuckles nervously]

[coughs]

[spits] See? Nothing.

-Do a handstand. -Yeah, you got it. [grunts]

-I don’t know. He likes doing handstands. -Hm... Clap your hands.

Oh, yeah!

He's happy and he knows it.

Let me try.

-Tony, fill out my mission report. -No problem!

Aw schnap, mind control is real!

Never mind. I like filling these out.

It’s my me time, you know?

We’re about to meet the boss!

[suspenseful music plays]

[distant laughter]

[clanking]

Rafaela.

Literally where is my formula?

[Echo] It’s Rafaela!

I thought she was dead? What's going on?

Oh, this is big. I’ve got to let Ms. Nowhere know.

What? Why would Saint Rafaela fake her own death? Everyone loves her.

And what does she need mind control for? This is crazy.

Hang on, be quiet.

Layla has to keep her cover. How much does she remember?

You know, this used to be my daddy’s office. Obvi.

[laughs]

I mean, okay, enough oak already!

[chuckles]

Anyway, Daddy was so basic.

Every day was, “Clean up your room!” or “Stop torturing your schoolmates!”

Supes annoying, right?

But he was also supes good at getting rid of people who disappointed him.

I was going to mind-control everyone and finally get out of this dump,

but you uggos ruined everything!

I should send you both back out to play in traffic, but I need you dummies.

She's a saint? She sounds like a spoiled brat!

We must do something! We know where Layla is,

what the chemical is for, and who the boss is.

It’s time to take down Rafaela’s operation.

We need to wait for Ms. Nowhere, and what she’s learned from Interpol.

Then call her again.

She may know that Rafaela is alive.

This could all be part of a larger op.

[Ms. Nowhere]This is Nowhere’s voicemail. But who leaves voicemails anymore?

Text me, weirdo. Ugh, I bet it’s Gary.

Voicemail. We're gonna have to wait.

That’s it?!

She didn’t answer the phone so you give up? Text her, weirdo!

You really are a little Nowh--

You think they've gone to play in traffic?

Yeah. And what’s their definition of “play”?

We should see how far the formula will make someone go.

Tony, smash your hand with the wrench.

-Yep! Here goes smashing! -Whoa, stop!

-[sighs] Wow. -No smashing. You got it.

[sighs]

This mind control stuff is dangerous! I mean, like, extra dangerous.

[Rafaela groans]

And what to do about it...

My synthetic formula is completely gone, right? Blown up five-ever?

Yeah. The truck got blown up while Layla was driving, though.

Oh don’t be such a snitch, Rocha! You were supposed to run cover!

Is the government on to us? We need to know what’s going on.

I know exactly what is going on.

And how to solve our little problem.

-[alarm sounds] -[gasps]

-[clanking] -[gasps]

Who's coming?

Sorry to interrupt, boss.

Rocha said you wanted a skirt, so this is what I bought for you.

Is this okay?

Um... That seems...

-Yeah, that seems fine. -What. Even!

Thisis what you got for me?

Saint Rafaela?! You’re alive! You have returned!

An A-line skirt?

[whimpers]

Do you have any idea how this cuts me off at a weird angle?!

She’s mean,

but that skirt could work with an off-the-shoulder bardot top...

Santa Rafaela, let me make it up to you.

[phone beeps]

[whistling]

You stand at the crossroads. Follow me and obey only my commands!

[dramatic music plays]

No way. Frostee, check it out!

Whoa!

Now get out and learn something about fashion.

And don’t tell anyone I’m alive!

Stupid salesman! Never trust a man in capri pants.

This guy knows more about fashion than Rafaela thinks.

I have to dress like a homeless lady every time I leave the mansion

and it’s a million degrees outside and all of this turns into a total swamp!

[groans]

Oh yeah, you don’t sweat.

Rocha, how many people do we have under the control of the originalpimenta?

About thirty.

And our supply of the old formula?

Uh, almost gone.

The favela race is only two days away.

I need a new truckload of syntheticpimentaby then.

Hello? [snaps fingers]

Anyone home?

Go make more!

Why does she need it for a race?

[grunts]

Great. Thanks for your thoughtful reflection.

I can help with that.

I have something else in mind for you. Follow me.

[tense music plays]

[gasps]

Where’s Tony?

I told him he was a ninja on an important mission.

-[Tony yells] -[Frostee yelps]

[grunts, chuckles]

Tony, stop!

Hey, now! [grunts]

Huh?

Sorry, I sometimes forget my powers of invisibility can scare people.

We’ve been doing this mind control wrong.

See how I made Tony stop what you told him to do?

No one tells me what to do!

Now watch this.

Tony, only listen to me. Don’t do what Cisco tells you.

And tell him he smells like farts. [chuckles]

-Cisco, you smell like farts. -Bam!

Yo man, that’s messed up.

I'm sorry, man.

[Donut chitters]

Uh... Tell me I’m your best friend.

Dang man, that really hurts. How long is he gonna be mind-controlled for?

-When can we be friends again? -Hm...

Based on the amount Donut had and how long that lasted,

not too much longer.

Oh, right. Donut, bro! Aw man, I feel so bad for mind-controlling you.

-[soft music plays] -We...

We gotta let him go, man. You deserve to be free.

[voice breaking] Go!

[sobbing] Be free! I can't make you stay here anymore!

Want me to mind-control him and then you tell him to be free?

Whoa bro, you just blew my mind.

[imitates explosion]

Keep your head explosions down! I’m trying to hear!

I’ve got a little surprise for you.

Oh, you want me to open it?

[tense music plays]

Oh no, does she remember the code?

I don't know.

Like, any day now.

[key pad beeps]

[dramatic music plays]

You two are going to have a little competish.

Winner gets to live.

I trusted you to deliver the formula to HQ,

but you choked so hard it’s not even funny.

I need to know if you can still drive under pressure.

You wanna see how good I drive? Grab some popcorn for the show.

[munching]

[Donut chitters]

[groans] Man, what’s going on?

Did someone sucker punch me and knock me out again?

That’s bad for your brain.

No, you were mind-controlled. Do you not remember anything?

The handstand? Acting like a ninja?

I did that?

Hmm. Interesting...

Is that Layla?

Oh man, you missed a lot of stuff.

I’ll catch you up. Remember Saint Rafaela?

She’s alive and is the one who made all the mind control formula.

Now she’s making Layla race to prove her loyalty.

Any questions?

Yeah. What happens if Layla loses?

The course is all set up.

Take a lap through all five favelas and get back here.

The only rule is... don’t lose.

[engines rev]

[dramatic music plays]

Go!

Ride or die!

My catchphrases are so perf, how do I not have my own TV show?!

[sirens sound]

Ticket this!

Satellite feeds are live. There’s a downhill turn coming up.

[Tony] They're dangerous.

The wrong angle, and you could create lift. Then it’s...

[imitates crash]

Layla’s got this!

Keep that racing line! Yes!

[grunts] Are you crazy?!

Are you trying to get us killed?

[all shout]

[all sigh]

[groans] Layla’s driving better, but that mystery driver is savage, bro.

She’s mind-controlled. She has no inhibitions.

I’ve never seen anyone drive wilder than Layla!

She’s the “Wild Card”!

You’re not supposed to be wilder than a wild card!

Ah, that’s too wild!

[Layla exclaims]

Oh, so that's how it's gonna be.

[Layla] This'll slow you down.

[engine dies]

[engine revs]

[rhythmic music plays]

What the--

This is too dangerous. We need to help Layla!

Ms. Nowhere isn’t answering. I need authorization.

This is where I would usually go rogue. Stupid mind control!

You’re not mind-controlled anymore.

Huh... Then I guess I’m just growing as a person.

Layla needs to give up, get out. Her cover’s not worth this!

Layla never gives up!

It’s almost over. There’s a downhill turn then a sprint up to the finish line.

Don’t do it! Don’t drive off this hill!

[fast-paced rhythmic music plays]

She’ll get herself killed!

I don’t need no shortcut.

[Layla grunts]

[loud thumping]

[Layla] Whoa!

-Come on... Don’t let it redline too much! -But don’t shift too early!

Come on!

[both whimper]

[Layla whoops and cheers]

Yes, I win!

Congrats, L-Money!

You really thought someone would beat me?

No, I’m happy you won. I thought you were the best,

and I’m always right about everything ever.

Your driving at the end was cray.

It looked like you were going to drive off the hill, too.

But you used your skills instead of risking your life.

That’s when I knew for sure you were faking being mind-controlled.

[gasps]

[grunts]

-Hashtag: busted! -[Layla groans]

Also, your mystery driver...

[exclaims]

...is your old boss. Hashtag: shocker!

Ms. Nowhere?!

-[crashing] -[exclaims]

[dramatic music plays]

[all exclaim, gasp]

[imitates chicken] What the...

Oh yeah. I mind-controlled you to act like a chicken for a while.

[vocalizing] ♪We run the world like a family♪

♪Speed it up, cause together we♪

♪We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy♪

♪Ride out, got the whole squad We on the go♪

♪Ghost ride the whip As our tires smoke♪

♪The crew stay tight Everybody knows♪

♪Just having fun 'Cause this is how we roll♪

[vocalizing]

♪We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy♪