Gone in 60 Seconds: The Ride Page #2

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threw us out of France,

but here we are,

flourishing really,

except for the minor inconvenience of

despising everything about your country.

On this list you'll find

I need all 50 delivered to Long Beach Harbor,

pier 14 by 8:
00 a.m. Four days from now.

I'm paying $200,000.

I'm not interested.

I'm just here for my brother.

Young Kip came to me.

He had street cred.

The brother of the notorious

Memphis Raines.

So two weeks ago I hired him

and advanced him $10,000.

Atley told me. If it's about the

advance, I can understand your anger.

The debt has to be settled.

Ten grand, from me to you.

- I wish it was that easy.

- I don't see the complication.

I have four days to deliver 50 cars,

and I have no cars.

- Well, that's another problem.

- It is another problem, isn't it?

It's about me delivering 50 top-end cars

because I said I would.

Because if I don't, my South American

friend goes somewhere else from now on.

And that's not good.

It's a humiliation.

Because I'm the a**hole

who said I could deliver.

Am I an a**hole?

Do I look like an a**hole?

Yeah.

- I need that paper satisfied.

- I'm retired.

And where the hell

is my brother?

I made this as well.

My first one.

It takes 80,000 pounds

of pressure to crush a car.

- Kip?

- Who's that?

- Memphis.

- Oh, sh*t.

You okay?

Shut it off!

- Turn it off!

- You've got 30 seconds to consider your options.

- Shut it off!

- One:
You kill me; they kill you.

Your brother dies anyway.

Two:
You lie, you accept the job,

you take your brother, you run.

I hunt you down, I kill you, I kill

your brother, and I kill your mother...

for the aggravation

you've caused me.

Three:
You accept the deal,

you steal some cars,

you make some money

and you be a big brother.

- Memphis!

- 8:
00 a.m. Friday morning.

The cars are on the boat,

or your brother's in the coffin.

Get me outta here!

Somebody get me outta here.

Listen, you really don't

have to make me anything.

Oh, hey, you come down here.

You saved my ass.

It's the least I can do.

Hey, I heard you were, uh, pumping gas

someplace up North or something, right?

- Yeah, working with kids.

- Oh, really?

"First place."

I remember this.

Oh, yeah, that was...

that was a long time ago.

What'd you put in it?

I don't know.

It's good.

Ow. Ow. Oh, God.

Does Mom know

about any of this?

No, no, no, she doesn't,

and I don't think she should.

You know, she... she works

really hard, and this... this...

She doesn't need to know

about any of this stuff.

Look, you know,

I got everything under control.

Kitchen's on fire.

Uh, man.

Hey, Memphis.

It's good to see you.

Haul the cartons over there!

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