National Security Page #8

No, on the freeway, come on.

- Don't!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Hey, come on!

- Freeway traffic, man.

- Stay on the freeway.

- We're in the middle of the street.

What are you doing?!

- Let go of the wheel!

- Freeway!

What are you doing, Hank?!

Oh, sh*t!

- God! Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Sh*t.

- Hey!

Sorry.

- Somebody was right about the freeway.

- What?

Look at that. You can't tell me

that ain't a big, red truck.

Yeah, yeah.

Gun under the seat.

Hank! Hank!

Hank!

Get off me!

- Hey!

- Shoot her, Hank.

Shoot this big b*tch.

Hank's about to shoot you.

No, I ain't gonna shoot anybody.

Put him down...

...in a minute or two. No hurry.

I don't like nobody messing with my rig.

Don't be a p*ssy, Hank. Shoot her!

You oversized, big-boot,

thick-ass, Jerry Springer-reject ass...

- Earl, come on. Let's go.

- No, man.

Shaq here owes me an apology.

But then again...

...what your name is?

Brittany.

Yeah?

Got a ring on every finger

except that lock down one, huh?

You like to wrestle?

Because that's my thing. I like to wrestle.

Earl. Earl, come on, let's go.

Why don't you give me your number?

And if you're nice, I'll show you

what a real big rig looks like.

Earl, come on!

- I'll call you.

- Let's go! The truck's leaving.

- I'm with you. Hold on, hold on.

- Come on!

- Think these are our guys?

- How the hell am I supposed to know?

No, wait. Wait. No.

Sorry.

Earl!

Earl, come on!

Come on, come on!

Swing around!

Oh, my knee!

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, come on!

Come on, come on.

- You did that on purpose.

- Look.

So that's why the cops

couldn't find the van.

Hey, do you know how

to hot-wire a car?

Oh, because I'm black, I automatically

know how to hot-wire a car?

- Do you know how or don't you?

- Yeah.

- But not because I'm black.

- Do it then.

- Move your leg, man. Close your legs.

- Get in there.

- See that?

- All right, go, go, go.

Okay.

See that spark when one of them

bumped into each other?

That's because that red wire

is what gives off all that energy.

- I don't care.

- See how that's sparking there?

Got it?

- How's that? What's that doing?

- Earl, the windshield wipers are on.

Must be a '94.

I touched the wrong one.

How's that?

- What's that?

- What the hell?

- Turn it off. Turn it off!

- Oh, come on.

Somebody's back in that trailer.

Let's take a look.

Eddie, look out!

- Do it. Come on, come on, come on.

- Yeah.

Go!

Oh, sh*t!

Thanks, Hank.

That's the second time in 20 minutes

you landed us in some sh*t.

Hey, you messing with Earl and Hank!

What the problem is?

Let's find out what the hell

is in these boxes.

Oh, Hank!

Oh, it stinks.

- Oh, damn!

- Sorry.

Damn, it looks like Christmas.

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