2 Fast 2 Furious Page #2

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confirm her status right now.

You think she's flipped?

She's one of mine.

She's all right.

She's been in with Verone

nearly a year. Even lives

at the compound with him now.

Look, it was the F.B.I.'s idea

to bring you in here.

I'm against it. But we need

some good drivers...

that can put this a**hole

and his money together.

You're gonna roll

with Agent Dunn here.

And if I don't?

Well, here's a list

of the laws you broke in L.A.

Obstruction of justice,

aiding and abetting.

You know the rap sheet.

Now, we can make this

all go away in the interest

of justice,

if you're willing

to play ball.

Yeah.

So what's the idea here?

Dunn and I are supposed

to be street racers?

That's right.

So, Dunn...

Looks like we're gonna

be partners, bro.

Could you tell me right quick

what would be a better motor

for my Skyline,

a Gallo 12 or a Gallo 24?

Um...

The 24.

I didn't know

pizza places made motors.

See, man, come on.

I can't do this.

Seriously,

if this is what

you're gonna give me,

I may as well

take my chances in Chino.

We will

get someone else.

No way, man.

The only way I'll do this is

if I get to pick the driver.

All right, O'Conner,

who you got in mind?

This dude I grew up with

in Barstow.

Who's that?

Roman Pearce.

Hi-oh! What...

- That's your boy

in the Monte Carlo?

- Yeah, that's him.

Yeah, he's got some skills.

Mm-hmm.

And he's crazy as hell,

I'm telling ya.

In a good way though.

He's the man for the job.

He's got quite a record,

including three years upstate.

Says here he's on

house arrest now. Can't go more

than 100 yards from his home.

Roman Pearce.!

Whoo-hoo.!

He always said

he'd be famous.

Pearce.!

Roman Pearce!

- Yo, whatever happens next,

just let it go.

- I ain't in it.

Rome!

Only my homeboys

call me Rome, pig!

- I'm not a cop anymore, bro.

- Is that true?

- Blondie here's

not a cop anymore?

- That's true. No badge.

Whoo! Here we go.

You still fight like sh*t.

You still fight like sh*t...

You better chill.

What the hell

are you doin' here, O'Conner?

I'll choke you.

I told you

to stay away from...

You should've told me.

I did three years, Brian.

I told you

it wasn't my fault.

Why did you

come here, O'Conner?

I got a deal for you.

When I needed your ass,

you were nowhere to be found.

Now you tryin'

to hand out deals?

I need you

to come to Miami

and drive with me.

If you do, they'll take off

that anklet and they'll

clear your entire record.

I did three years in jail.

Three years in jail

off you, Brian.

I know you better

than you think.

Maybe you don't.

Maybe you don't.

You guys finished?

This deal legit?

That's right, if you

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