The Fast and the Furious Page #2

Right.

Go!

Hell, yeah!

Damn, that guy's fast.

Let's go! Mnage!

No! Monica!

Shut up!

Well done, baby!

Come on. Come on. Back up.

Here's what you won, right here.

There you go.

You were racing a bunch of skateboards.

Know what I mean?

My sister holds the money. Count it.

And you're my trophy.

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

- What's your problem? You didn't win.

F*** you then!

Was that fun?

Got a problem there, 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.

- Almost had me?

- You tell him, Dominic. Get out of here.

Now, me and the mad scientist

got to 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!

All available units,

we have street-racing along Hawthorne...

Oh, sh*t! We got cops. Cops!

Go!

Cops! 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.

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.

Are you a wheelman?

- No.

- You boost cars?

- No. Never.

- Ever done time?

Couple of overnighters. No big deal.

What about the two years

in juvie for boosting cars?

Tucson, right?

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 going to 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.

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 going to 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.

But 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.

- You'll 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?

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