The Fast and the Furious Page #3

- It's a long story.

Well, we got a 20-mile hike. Humor me.

A business deal that went sour.

Plus, I made the mistake

of sleeping with his sister.

Take care.

Yo, Spilner.

- You want a beer?

- Yeah, sure.

Oh, sh*t.

We were all there, right? Falling behind.

- With all that nitrous.

- Yeah.

Yo, Dom. We were just about to go

looking for you, brother.

Where were you?

There were mass cops there. They came in

from every direction. It was orchestrated.

- This your beer?

- Yeah, that's my beer.

Yo, Einstein. Take it upstairs.

You can't detail a car with the cover on.

- Can't even get that right.

- You all right?

- Am I all right?

- It was just a question.

Yo, Dom.

- Why did you bring the buster here?

- 'Cause he kept me out of handcuffs!

He didn't just run back to the fort!

The buster brought me back.

You can have any brew you want,

as long as it's a Corona.

- Thanks, man.

- That's Vince's. So, enjoy it.

You.

- Hey, bro. You got a bathroom?

- Upstairs. First door on the right.

He's got no call being up in here.

You don't know that fool for sh*t.

- He's right, Dom.

- There was a time when I didn't know you.

That was in the third grade!

- Yeah. So, what girls are here?

- You name it. You want mine?

- You need to shut the...

- You want two?

- You don't have anything?

- You look a bit tired.

I think you should go upstairs

and give me a massage.

- Look at all our guests.

- How about you give me a massage?

Crazy lady.

You know you owe me

a 10-second car, right?

Oh, sh*t.

Did you wipe the seat?

Jesus Christ! Would you cut this sh*t?

Come on!

- Come on. Let's go get me a drink.

- We were just about to get along.

- So, what do you want?

- Anything, as long as it's cold.

You know, my brother likes you.

He usually doesn't like anybody.

- He's a complicated guy.

- Yeah? What about you?

- I'm simpler.

- You're a shitty liar.

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

- But there's a problem.

- What's that?

You need to get some sleep.

And you definitely,

definitely need a shower.

Come on. I'll take you home.

Show me your hands.

Very good. Now open the door.

Put your hands on your head.

Behind your head.

Face the front of the vehicle,

walk backwards towards the rear.

Take two steps to your right.

Stop right there.

- What did I do?

- Shut up. He's clean, Sarge.

Damn!

Muse, will you take these things off?

- Sh*t. You put them on so tight.

- I like realism.

You never know who's watching, Brian.

Nice crib, Sergeant. It's a lot nicer

than the last place you confiscated.

Ain't it? Eddie Fisher built this house

for Elizabeth Taylor in the '50s.

You see, even the cops

are Hollywood in Hollywood.

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