Furious 7 Page #4

your ass there, Dom.

Listen, you think you could

let go of my guy there?

He's beginning to

turn a little blue.

I appreciate that.

Ah, here they come.

Listen, Dom.

There's a war going on between

shadows and ghosts like me.

You and your team unwittingly walked

into the middle of it in London,

and it appears it's

now followed you home.

It's up to you.

I'm gonna have a beer.

You're welcome to join me.

By the way, I can

get you Deckard Shaw.

Belgian ale.

0h, man, those

monks got it right.

I mean, I don't know about

the whole celibacy thing,

but when it

comes to beer...

Would you like one?

I'm more of a

Corona man myself.

Ah.

Your file's not

only detailed,

it's, uh,

extremely entertaining.

Look, Shaw's power

is that he's a shadow.

He's really good at getting in and

out of places without being seen

and leaving nothing but a

body count in his wake.

I mean, he's a legitimate

English badass.

But to be honest with you,

Dom, I don't give two shits

about Deckard Shaw.

It's you I want.

Because you and I can help each

other get what we both need.

I'm listening.

Just recently a

private military company

led by a wanted terrorist

named Mose Jakande

kidnapped a hacker known

only by the name "Ramsey."

Now, Lady Liberty's

got her panties

in a bunch over this,

but rightfully so,

because this Ramsey has created

something interesting.

- Bring it up.

- Yes, sir.

Say hello

to God's Eye.

Now, this little bastard hacks into

anything that's on the digital network.

That means every cell phone,

satellite, ATM machine and computer.

Simultaneously.

If it's got

a microphone or a lens,

God's Eye can

use it to find you.

So you invited me hereto

show me a tracking device.

On steroids. Lots of them.

Let me put it

to you this way.

It took us nearly a decade

to find Osama bin Laden.

With this, we'd have located

him anywhere on the planet

in a couple of hours.

Now, that's a serious

piece of machinery

that could be catastrophic

in the wrong hands.

But for some very nauseating

political reasons,

any rescue plans involving

any US government

forces or entity

has been strictly ruled out.

And that's why I need you.

But why do I need you?

I mean,

I could go back outside,

enjoy the rest

of the Coronas,

let Shaw come to me.

You could do that. How's that

working out for you so far?

You got one friend

in the ground,

another one in the hospital.

And then, of course, there's

that little issue of the bomb

that destroyed your home.

Shaw lives in a

world that doesn't

PIQY by your rules.

Like it or not,

you live in that

world now, too.

You wanna know

how to kill a shadow?

You just shine

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