Yo, Jimmy. Give me the status. Tell me we good.
You got it, man. Beautiful.
It's gonna be an all-timer tonight.
All right, fire them up!
We go live in five!
It's time for ignition and straight automobile pimping.
-Girl! -Sorry! My bad!
All right, ladies! We're good.
We're good.
That's it, babies.
Come on, Tej! Let's get this race going!
Wait a second, man.
You cats are first wave. Where's your fourth at?
It was Joaquin, but he had to work the graveyard shift.
What? Graveyard shift, man.
-Why don't you run with us, Tej? -Hell, I'm not running with y'all.
I tell you, either you find a fourth or you don't race. How about that?
We should find two, so we don't have to roll with skirt here.
Whoa, wait a second.
Why don't I find you a fourth and we settle this on the streets?
-Bring him on. -Anybody I want?
No matter who it is?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah, man. You want to race tonight?
I could use the money. You got four minutes.
I'll be there.
The race starts in four minutes.
All right, girls, let's do this.
-You think you'll win, baby? -What do you think?
-You better. We got rent to pay. -I know this.
I'll get you when you get a car worth racing.
There's our fourth.
Shit. It's Brian.
-What's up, Tej? -What's happening, dude?
-Thanks for the invite. -No problem at all, man.
Just remember me when you wax, all right?
They got deep pockets?
Real deep.
-What's up, Suki? -What's up, Bullitt?
What do you say we kick it a nickel?
Nobody mentioned raising stakes.
If that's the case, ask these nice people...
to back off the line so you can go home.
Okay. $3,500.
$3,500?
Either that or you can go home, bruh.
It's all there. Better be.
Damn, Suki, when are you going to pop my clutch?
As soon as you get the right set of tools.
All right.
All right, back up. Let's go.
Back y'all asses up!
Back up before you turn into barbecue around here.
It's not a game. This is serious.
All right, back up. Get off the street. Let's go.
Back it up. Everybody keep your heads real clear, all right?
'Cause I got a surprise for y'all this evening.
Go, Slap Jack! Go, baby!
I got this.
Ready?
Go!
Oh, hell, no!
You ain't passing me, dawg. Come on.
What you got?
I told you, you wouldn't pass me!
Move, bitch!
Not tonight, baby!
Bend over, boy.
Damn, girl!
Last turn.
Too wide.
Home stretch, baby.
Got to go, dawg!
Yes!
I can smell you!
Yo, Jimmy, hit it, baby!
All right. Y'all see that?
I told y'all I had a surprise.
How you like that for a finale?
Bridge.
Yeah!
Shit!
Oh, hell, no!
Smack that ass!
Yes!
I saw that, man. Bullitt and Suki sprayed the bridge.
I need to start making y'all pay to see this shit.
I got over $10,000 for my man here, all right?
That's what I'm talking about, man. Play with it.
-Smells good, don't it? -How about that?
Right. Y'all see this? Everybody take a good look.
This is what you call mutual respect. All right, let's clear out.
Anybody down for another race?
SUKI: Shit.
Make sure you bring that body by the garage later...
so we can work on that front end of yours.
Watch out.
Maybe I will.
Where are you going?
-Time to get out of here. -Why is that?
Nissan Skyline! Got him!
Shit!
Damn!
Let me see your hands! Put them up!
Yeah, this is him. We got him.
So, how long you been in South Florida?
A while. Before that?
We know you're Brian O'Conner, formerly of the LAPD.
-You got the wrong guy. -Really?
How you doing, O'Conner?
Let's take a walk.
Carter Verone.
Born in Argentina, but he's lived most of his life in Miami.
Now he owns the biggest import-export business in the state.
Unfortunately, the cartels have been successful getting drugs into Miami.
But they've had a hard time getting the cash out.
We've surveilled him for a year.
But we haven't been able to put him and the money together.
-We've swept his house, warehouses++ -Nothing.
Customs here has done a great job of getting us this far.
I'm here to help get them over the top.
I was able to get an agent in undercover...
working travel and logistics for him.
Verone's put her in charge of finding new drivers.
Right, although we can't confirm her status right now.
-You think she's flipped? -She's one of mine. She's all right.
She's been in with Verone a year. Even lives at the compound with him.
Look, it was the FBl's idea to bring you in. I'm against it.
But we need good drivers to put this asshole and his money together.
You're gonna roll with Agent Dunn.
And if I don't?
Here's a list of the laws you broke in L.A.
Obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting. You know the rap sheet.
We can make this all go away in the interest of justice...
if you're willing to play ball.
What's the idea here? Dunn and I are supposed to be street racers?
That's right.
So, Dunn...
looks like we're going to be partners, bro.
Tell me, what would be a better motor...
for my Skyline, a Gallo 12 or a Gallo 24?
Twenty four.
I didn't know pizza places made motors.
See, man, come on, I can't do this.
If this is what you'll give me, I'll take my chances in Chino.
We'll get someone else.
No way, man.
The only way I'll do this is if I get to pick the driver.
All right, O'Conner. Who you got in mind?
-A dude I grew up with in Barstow. -Who's that?
Roman Pearce.
That him in the Monte Carlo? That's him.
He's got some skills.
And he's crazy as hell, I'm telling you.
In a good way, though. He's the man for the job.
And he has quite a record, including three years upstate.
Says here, he's on house arrest now.
Can't go more than 100 yards from his home.
He always said he'd be famous.
Pearce!
Roman Pearce!
Whatever happens next, just let it go.
I ain't in it.
Rome!
Only my homeboys call me Rome...
pig.
-I'm not a cop anymore. -Is that true?
Blondie here is not a cop anymore?
That's true. No badge.
Here we go.
You still fight like shit.
You better chill.
Why are you here? I'll choke you.
I told you to stay away from me.
You should have told me. I did three years, Brian.
I told you it wasn't my fault.
Why did you come here?
I got a deal for you.
When I needed your ass, you were nowhere to be found.
Now you're trying to hand out deals?
I need you to come to Miami and drive with me.
If you do, they'll take off that anklet and clear your record.
I did three years in jail.
Three years over you, Brian.
-I know you better than you think. -Maybe you don't.
Maybe you don't.
You guys finished?
Is this deal legit?
That's right. If you do this job for us.
-I told you. -Shut up, punk.
So you'll clean my record and get this thing off my ankle.
That's right.
I thought you couldn't wander more than 100 yards from your home.
Why do you think I'm parked so close to the derby?
Quit playing like you'll pass this up.
You stupid...
Wait. Hold on.
Bro, what's going on?
I don't know if I should be trusting you, man.
Think of it this way. It's a chance for a fresh start. Let's do this.
I wouldn't need a fresh start if it wasn't for you.
You've been using that since you got busted.
-Let's just chill out and do this. -I don't need to chill out.
Yes, you do. And you need to stop blaming me for your mistakes.
Roman Pearce needs to start taking responsibility for his actions.
-You need to go to hell. -You need to go back to Barstow.
I'm not going back to Barstow.
Brian O'Conner, Roman Pearce, meet Monica Fuentes.
-They have background on Verone? -They've been briefed.
Good. All right, here's the deal.
Verone's looking for drivers. I arranged for you two to join.
I also hired some thugs to make it legit.
-When do we start? -Right now.
What are we driving?
Don't even think about taking the convertible.
It might loosen your mousse.
That's cool. Too much chrome for me anyways.
Damn! Where do you all confiscate these rims from, man?
Check in with us after you meet him.
-You okay with these knuckleheads? -I can handle them.
-If they trouble you, let me know. -Thanks, Markham.
I ride with you, cowboy.
Why she gotta ride with you?
You get the convertible. Let's go.
Turn right here.
-So, you used to be a cop? -Yeah.
How long you been under?
I lost track.
You all right?
You might want to keep your eyes on the road, playboy.
-You think we're gonna crash? -I haven't decided yet.
What are you doing, Brian?
He did the "stare and drive" on you, didn't he? He got that from me.
Once we get in here, you're on your own.
Look at that one.
Where'd you get them cars? At the bottom of a cereal box?
Real funny, Fonzie.
Ass.
Roberto, Enrique, I need pictures of the drivers...
their license plates, cars, and anything else you can find.
Let's go.
Keep your mouth shut and follow my lead, all right?
-I got this. -No, I'm serious.
Handle your business. I'll handle mine.
Watch your hands, bruh.
Go in line.
Let's go.
Carter.
The drivers are here. Good.
Come on.
Stay.
What's going on here? Tell me.
Thank you for coming on such short notice.
My red Ferrari was confiscated.
It sits in an impound lot in Little Haiti.
It's about 20 miles from here.
The car isn't important. The package I left in the glove box is.
The first team back here with the package...
will have an opportunity to work for me.
What are you saying? We got to audition?
Nobody has a gun to your head.
That's it.
Driver's licenses. Pass them up.
Before Christmas, guys.
Let's go!
Come on, cuz!
Let's see what this thing can do.
Agent Markham. They're heading south on I-95.
I got it.
They're running. What a surprise.
Stick with me, Rome.
Why must I chase the cat?
Smart-ass.
You think you're the bomb, Rome?
Let's see if you still got it.
I got something for your ass.
Watch this, bro.
Shit.
How do you like them apples?
Show-off!
That's the Brian O'Conner school of driving, baby!
Crazy-ass white boy!
Shit!
Bumbaclot.
You better get out of the street!
That's some bad shit.
What do we got?
That's good. Show me his partner.
Where are the cars?
Stinking boats. Where are the cars?
I need the cars. Where are the cars at?
Look in the centre. What?
Cha-ching!
-Now put your blouse back on. -Hater.
Shit!
-Don't let him get away. -Not a problem.
Sit on it, Fonzie!
What the hell?
Shit. Cops.
What are they doing here?
Rome, no!
KORPI: Time to go.
Son of a bitch!
Juvy record for popping cars. Two years in J.D.
Another year for aiding and abetting an armed robbery.
He's clean. Dirty, but clean.
All right.
Hey, man. You got something to eat up in there?
We hungry.
Sit them by the pool.
Nice. Come on.
-What are you checking her out for? -I'm not checking her out.
-Yes, you were. -No, I wasn't.
-I seen you checking her out. -Okay, I was. Now shut up.
You shut up. Don't tell me to shut up.
Both you girlies shut up. Unbelievable.
You sure are cosy in this big old mansion.
Sleeping with the enemy.
No, no. Sit down.
Nice Ferrari you got in the driveway.
I'm glad you like it.
Darling, will you hold that?
We did all that for a damn cigar?
No. You did that for a job.
Do you really think that I would let somebody impound my car?
The boatyard is mine.
By the way, you two owe me a gate.
I'll take it off your cut.
-Off our cut? -Yeah.
I like that. Good.
What's this job you got for us, anyway?
Come with me.
The house has ears in it.
I have something I want you to carry from North Beach to the Keys.
What is it?
Just put it in the car, drive it to me...
and don't let anybody stop you. Understand?
Any chance of cop trouble?
I'm buying you a window of time, but it won't be open very long.
You make it...
and I'll personally hand you $100,000 at the finish line.
Make it $100,000 apiece.
Look, man...
obviously...
your pockets ain't nervous.
-Don't ever touch me. -Ours are empty.
Like I said...
we hungry.
I got an idea. Why don't you boys join us at the club later tonight?
Yeah. Pearl at midnight?
-Get to know each other better. -Sounds good.
See you tonight. See you.
Hey, you!
Your pockets aren't empty. Damn.
I'll take my cutter back.
Stupid ass.
Hey, man, I figured you had 12 or 13 of these.
You're not too bright. Get out of here.
You're doing the same stupid shit. Get off me.
Look, running your mouth? Insulting people? Stealing his shit?
You think I'd let someone stare me down?
I didn't let nobody stare me down in jail, homeboy.
You think I'm gonna let it fly on a beach?
"And you, I'll take my cutter back."
His rich ass.
-And you're packing. -Like you ain't.
Exactly.
-From here on, I do the talking. -You want to do more than that.
What does that mean?
It means you always get in trouble over a female, Brian.
Tej's garage is ridiculous. He has everything.
Snap-on tools. These lifts are new. They're only a couple of months old.
Jimmy. What's up, man? What's up, Bullitt?
That's Rome there. Do me a favour.
When you get a second, I want you to check out the Evo and Spyder.
Where'd you get an Evo from?
-It's a long story. -I got you, man.
Thanks, Jimmy.
It's so hot and humid, I can't even wear drawers.
Tell me about it.
Look at all this potential out here.
Ray, don't do that, man. You're making me lose money.
Come on, stop that. I know you're better than that.
Damn.
Your boy can help put that fire out! Look at the bubble++
Let's go. Serious.
Ray, you're making me lose money.
Don't do that. Don't do that to me, now.
Come on, Ray. Do it.
Tej Parker? This is Roman Pearce.
Basically, he's the man to know in Miami. Has his finger in everything.
It's just the way it is.
What's going on? SUKI: What's up?
How you doing? SUKI: Good.
What's this? What's the latest?
It's a work in progress. It's not finished.
That's some artistic shit. You got talent.
Ray, it's do or die now! Bring it home, Ray!
Yeah, baby!
Pay up! Pay up!
That's how they do it out here?
-Every day. -That's crazy.
Right here. Right now. You don't look too happy.
Expeditiously, man. I need it quick. Thank you. Thank you.
How you feeling, man? You all right? Thank you.
Not too bad.
I see you're about your money, homey. You race, too?
No, man. I hit a wall doing like a buck 20 a couple years ago.
Ever since then, I've just been organising and collecting.
Check it out. He'll be in town a while. Can he use that cot?
What's wrong with your place?
I don't want to stay with him. He has bad habits.
All right. Show him around. I'll be up there in a minute.
Thanks. Sure.
Who wants a chance to win their money back?
So, Jimmy? You ever seen anything like this before?
No. Both of them are wired like I never seen before.
What?
They got us wired with GPS.
That's why Markham knew we were at that impound lot.
You the master mechanic. Can't you just yank that shit out?
I'll try, but this ain't LoJack.
The DIS box, the engine management system, the main harness...
The GPS is spidered into all that.
Tell me something, man.
Do I even want to know where the Skyline is, dawg?
Or where you've been or where the hell you got these rides from?
-They're hot. -Yeah, they hot.
Wired so hot, anyone tracking them knows if you wear your seat belt.
All right, Jimmy.
-Just do what you can do, bro. -I got you.
Thanks, man.
We need to get these on the street ASAP.
Check it out.
See that Cadillac across the street?
They've been on us since we left Verone's house.
Elian and Fidel!
Can I clean your windshield?
What are you doing, man?
Is everything copastetic?
Kiss my ass.
Shit.
Let's go!
He'll blow our cover before we even get started.
What went wrong? That's what I want to know.
Show me your hands. Keep them up!
-What's this about? -What's going on?
Hold this. You think you can shoot at me? I'm a federal agent.
What are you talking about?
Get your damn hands off me! Get him away from me, dawg!
'Cause you wear a badge doesn't mean you can mess shit up for us!
Get your hands off me!
Lucky I didn't shoot you! Shut up!
Don't tell me to shut up!
You almost blew our cover, old man!
You shouldn't have shown up like you did.
You didn't know Verone was testing us?
I thought you punks were running!
That's great. That's real great!
And if Rome wanted to shoot you? You wouldn't be here right now.
We got to get this under control.
That's mine!
So?
-Tell me what you know. -We're making a run for Verone.
I'm not sure when or where...
but he said he bought us a window, I assume from the local cops.
I can talk to some guys at the local P.D.
No good. If Verone has some of them on payroll...
we can't let them know our operation.
Exactly.
In addition, Verone told us that he himself will be at the drop.
That's good news.
If you're delivering drug money, we can get him for laundering.
-Now, there's only one problem. -What's that?
Fuentes.
-Verone's tapping her. -Tapping her?
-Tapping her how? -That is crap.
What you talking about? We know what we seen.
What do you think, O'Conner? She's compromised? You should know.
-What does that mean? -Your pal O'Conner didn't tell you?
He flipped on Bilkins in L.A.
He gave his mark his car keys and let him disappear.
That's why he's not a cop anymore.
So what do you think, expert?
I don't know.
All right. We'll keep an eye on her.
We're out of here.
Let your man go?
Drop it. I don't wanna talk about it.
Drop it, hell. I want to hear about this, homey.
Forget about it, cuz.
We got Fuentes in with Verone...
Markham trying to blow our cover...
and we got two wired cars no better than that ankle bracelet of mine.
I'll tell you, bruh, you let Markham do that again in front of Verone...
that'll be our ass!
I know, man. It's getting thick real quick.
We need a way out, got to come up with an exit strategy.
-Exit strategy? -Yeah.
I like the way that sounds. What you got in mind?
I don't know. But we need two more cars.
Here they come.
Fonzie and Fabio. Glad you could join us.
We hear you want to get rid of those Cracker Jack toys.
No, we figured your cars...
deserve better drivers, so we'll take them off your hands.
Why don't we settle this now?
Wait. How about we settle this on the blacktop?
Each car does a down-and-back, tag-team style. For slips.
Loser walks home.
-We came to race. -Load them up then.
Let's get these cars.
Check it out. There's no way we'll beat these guys straight up.
That Hemi's putting out about 425...
and that Yenko will snap a speedo in five seconds flat.
We have to pull something out of our ass.
I think we should save the spray for the way back.
Done deal. Let's do this, bro.
I'm getting that orange one.
You ain't ready, Fabio!
All right.
You each got a barrel to go around down at the end of the road.
Second wave's got to sit tight till your partner crosses this line here.
First team to go down and back twice wins the race.
At which point...
the losers will hand over them keys.
Or you'll be eating breakfast through straws from now on.
I get it.
This means you, too.
I got it.
All right. Let's race.
SUKI: Come on, baby, you got this, Rome! This dude ain't serious.
Yeah, you gone, homey. I got this. This is done.
You about to lose your car.
-Do it, Rome! -Come on, you got it, man.
Think I'm worried about this fool? This is nothing!
-Oh, no. -American muscle.
Your engine ain't as big as your mouth.
Got to smoke him.
All right, here we go!
-It's all right, I'll handle this. -Handle it.
Ready, and... go!
You ain't ready! I run these streets!
Romey Rome! You ain't heard of me?
Oh, shit.
Oh, yeah!
I'm gonna get you.
Where's your big mouth now?
That car's going home with me.
Shit. Eat this, sucker!