Fast Five Page #4

(YELLING IN PORTUGUESE)

Let's go.

(SPEAKING PORTUGUESE)

You okay here?

Yeah. I'm good.

Thank you.

They're going to be looking for

the three of us together now.

We need to split up.

You and Mia head south,

I'll lead them away.

No.

Dom is right.

Look how lucky we just got.

What happens next time?

We have no choice

but to split up.

I'm pregnant.

I already lost

my family once.

I'm not going through

that again.

Are you kidding me?

No.

I'm not going

anywhere. Okay?

Dom?

Promise me

we stick together.

I promise.

Our family

just got bigger.

Something

doesn't add up.

Toretto and O'Conner.

They stay when they're supposed to run,

they steal gas then give it away?

Now they're killing

federal agents?

It doesn't make any sense.

Here's what makes sense.

All these guys are

is names on a list.

They come up,

we take them down.

Not a phone call more,

not a bullet less.

Wilkes, we get anything?

Standard forensics.

Shoe prints.

Hair and fiber.

Prints are all over the car.

Anything else?

Yeah, we tracked the owner

off the vehicle ID.

There are a couple of shell

companies in between,

but we finally traced it

back to a corporation

owned by an investor down

here named Hernan Reyes.

Investor?

If theres anything illegal happening

in Rio, Reyes is involved.

Okay, then so are we.

If he could get us any closer to our

guys, I want everything on him.

Chato, you're

on the roof.

I want you on overwatch in case

somebody comes back for something.

Mac, give me a cross-check

on Reyes, full specs.

If he goes to the john, I want to

know how many times he shakes it.

You got it, boss.

Wilkes, Fusco!

Let's put all this

mess back together.

That's going to take a while.

Then you better get started.

They were taking

this car apart for a reason.

Let's put it back together

and find out what's missing.

Hey, Dom, what do you

remember about your father?

My father.

He used to...

He used to have a barbecue

every Sunday after church.

For anybody

in the neighborhood.

If you didn't go to church,

you didn't get any barbecue.

Every single day he was in the

shop, and every single night,

he was at the kitchen table with Mia,

helping her with her homework.

Even after she went to sleep,

he'd stay up

for a few more hours

so he could learn the next chapter

and help her the next day.

I remember everything

about my father.

Everything.

That's just it.

I don't remember sh*t

about my dad.

I don't remember

him yelling.

I don't remember

him smiling.

To be honest with you, I don't even

remember what the hell he looked like.

I don't remember.

He just...

He was just never there.

You ain't going

to be like that, Brian.

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