All right, we're good to go.
You got this? You bet your ass, bubba.
Let's make some money!
Everyone in position.
I thought we'd be robbing banks by now...
...not some gas truck in the middle of nowhere.
Down here, gas is gold, bubba.
Kill the chatter! Game time.
I wouldn't piss him off, guys.
Okay, guys, we're gonna have to hit this hard and fast.
We got four K left before the downgrade.
Locked and loaded!
This is all you, Han.
Liquid gold.
We're clear.
Okay, T, you're up.
Let's see if you can get it under six tries this time, huh, T?
It's more like three. Come on, Tego, keep it real.
Just one K left. We're running out of road. Get in there, brother.
I got it, I got it.
Shit!
T, cut loose! Unhitch, unhitch!
Spray that hitch! I don't have a hammer!
Just do it!
Hold on! Hold on!
No shit!
Hold onto something tight!
Letty!
Give me your hand! I can't reach!
You got to jump!
Jump!
Letty, jump!
I've got you!
Dom...
Dom?
Dom!
How you doing?
Money, money!
Good.
Yo, why your stack is bigger than mine always?
I'm supersized, baby.
Cops just raided our garage in Baracoa.
They were real interested in you.
Heat's on and we just sent up a flare that's gonna lead them right to us.
I say we move out first thing in the morning.
Nah, it's me they want.
And if they catch me...
...they're throwing big numbers at anybody with me.
Han, we had a good run.
Time for you to go do your own thing.
Heard they're doing some crazy shit in Tokyo.
Have you seen Letty?
There she is.
I hear Rio is nice this time of year.
The cops are getting hungrier.
Then I guess we're doing our job.
I'm a walking target.
I don't want you around when they catch up to me.
"Ride or die," remember?
Dom, how long have we been doing this?
And now all of a sudden, out of nowhere, it's too dangerous?
Come on.
We'll figure it out. We always do.
I don't know shit! Give me a name!
I don't know shit, man! Give me a name!
David Park! David Park's the guy you want!
Please!
Thank God. Listen, he's in a mood because yesterday was his cheat day...
...and then today, some genius brought in donuts.
Great.
Sorry I'm late.
Complaints keep rolling in after your little downtown Olympics, O'Conner.
Tell me that reinstating you wasn't a mistake.
I got a name. David Park. That's it?
That's all you got? David Park?
I could throw a fortune cookie out this window and hit 50 David Parks right now.
It's Korean, not Chinese. Whatever.
Park is a scout that recruits street racers to be mules for the Braga cartel.
We find Park, and we bust the bad guys.
Dom.
Mia, I told you not to call me here.
Dom, it's Letty.
She's been murdered.
We have gathered here to pay our final respects to...
Let us reflect on her journey...
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down... "
Facial recognition software matched Toretto...
...about 10 minutes after he crossed the border.
I don't get it.
I thought he'd show.
I told you not to come. They're staking the place out.
If they find you... They won't.
Come on. Look at you.
Letty wouldn't let them junk it.
Even though it is a goddamn curse.
When she came back, she was always in here...
...working on it day and night.
It was weird.
It was like she knew you were coming back.
I want to see the crash site.
I just got off the phone with Deputy Director Lawson.
If we don't make serious inroads into the Braga case in the next 72 hours...
...they're gonna shut us down.
I know I'm a newbie here, but why the clock now?
Because it's been two years...
...and the last three agents we sent to infiltrate his organization...
...came back in body bags.
He's moved more heroin across the border than Escobar did in 10 years.
This guy is becoming one of our biggest national threats...
...and we don't even have a picture of him.
We don't have prints! Not even a goddamn DOB!
What's the status on David Park?
Isn't he our ticket into the Braga organization?
We're running the name through city and county databases, sorting the possibilities.
We've got over 500 already.
Park's insignificant. Sounds like another jerk-off to me.
It's not. Without Park, Braga wouldn't have drivers to move his shipments.
Cross-check traffic. Illegal modifications.
Street racing. This guy will definitely have a record. We'll find him.
We better.
What do you know?
Your boy Toretto's red Chevelle has been spotted in his old neighborhood.
I'm going to bring his ass in.
Not in your car you're not.
It's straight ahead.
You found something back there.
There were burn marks on the ground.
The kind that could only be caused by nitrometh.
There's only one guy in all of L.A. That sells that.
Nothing you can do is gonna bring her back, Dom.
If I were Letty, I would ask you...
No, I would beg you, please, let this go.
Before it's too late.
It's already too late.
I love you.
Miss Toretto.
I'm Michael Stasiak, FBI.
Let's you and I have a little chat.
Hi. This is Forsythe in Evidence.
I need Stasiak down here right away to sign some greenies.
Thanks.
Hi. Hey.
Okay, I narrowed it down to 50 or so David Parks.
What I'd like you to do is run the make and model on each one of them.
All right? Okay. All right.
Thank you.
Hey, Tyler, we got a transfer.
You want to come with me?
Toretto.
When'd you get back in town?
I'm looking for a car you did an engine mod on.
Nitromethane tank. Ford full-size. Continental tires.
Look, what are you doing, coming in here like this, huh?
This ain't your scene anymore, boss.
Don't ever put your hands on me again, okay?
Say hi to your sister for me.
A Korean kid brought it in. David Park.
It's a green Ford Torino.
Please don't drop this on me!
I'm almost done.
Why don't you tell me why you dragged me here, Brian?
You know they're going to capture Dom. Maybe worse.
I don't want you getting tangled up in this. So stay away from him.
That's what you have to say to me after five years?
All of a sudden, you care what happens to me.
What I did to you was wrong.
I'm sorry. It was... It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
I'm sorry, too, Brian.
I'm so sorry that you had to come into my home and pretend to love me.
I'm so sorry that you ripped my family apart.
I'm very sorry that that was hard for you.
I lied to you.
I lied to Dom. I lied to everybody.
That's what I do best. It's why the Feds recruited me.
Maybe you're lying to yourself.
Maybe you're not the good guy pretending to be a bad guy.
Maybe you're the bad guy pretending to be the good guy.
You ever think about that?
Every day.
I always wondered...
...why did you let my brother go that day?
I don't know.
Shit.
Brian!
I got the cross-checks on David Park back and have a list of possibles.
What do you got? All right. A 45-year-old male in a '06 Scion...
...with three reckless driving tickets. No.
An '01 Chevy Tahoe. No.
Two Mini Coopers, a '06 and a '07, a Toyota hybrid.
Hell no. A '98 Saturn, a '95 Sebring.
A '98 Nissan 240 with an illegal mod.
Wait. That's it.
What? The 240 with the illegal mod.
How do you know? 'Cause that's something I'd drive.
Don't! Don't! Don't!
Green Torino, running nitro.
Whose car? I don't know, man.
I'm just the middleman. I swear! I'm just the middleman!
Wait, wait, wait.
I don't know shit, man. I swear. I just run cars for Braga, all right?
All I can do is get you in the race! That's all I can do!
What race?
Help! Come on, hold on!
Let me up, man! Come on!
Come on, man, I don't know shit! Just let me up!
I told you, you got to talk to Braga!
Bring him up, Dom.
God! Don't drop me! That's all I know!
Bring him up.
You here to take me in, O'Conner?
Shit! Shit! Shut up!
Letty was my friend, too.
You weren't anyone's friend.
Yo, can you guys talk about this later? Now pull my ass up!
She was running for this guy, Braga, and things went bad.
Please!
I'm going to get these guys, Dom.
Now let me do my job and bring him up.
I'm going to kill this Braga.
God!
And anyone else who gets in my way.
Hey!
Don't let go.
O'Conner!
O'Conner! If you ever release a witness of mine again...
That's enough! Don't touch me.
I'm fine! That's enough.
You're through, O'Conner! I said that's enough!
Stasiak, go get yourself cleaned up.
What? He hit me first! You...
This isn't the Cub Scouts!
Now, go on! You're bleeding on my floor.
O'Conner, do you know the difference between a cop and a criminal?
What? One bad judgment call.
Keep your shit in line, son.
Have a good time.
Take a seat.
Good news. We have intel that Braga's number two, Ramon Campos...
...will hold a street race in Koreatown tomorrow night...
...to fill a slot on his team.
They've already chosen three drivers from previous races.
Our newest informant, Mr. David Park...
...has been kind enough to get us into the race.
O'Conner, you're up.
Let me guess, winner gets the slot.
All right, so these are all the imports the city has in impound.
Okay, nice. Pick your poison.
All right, 2206. I crashed one of those.
3418 and 2765.
Okay, so which one do you want?
I want them all.
Standard issue tracking device.
Boss wants to know where you are at all times.
You want to play with it?
Hey!
What are you looking at, nutsack?
I don't know. You tell me.
The racer wants what Dwight's got.
See, but, ladies, Dwight's already on the team.
You got to be fast if you want to drive for Braga.
Is there a problem here? No.
You one of Park's guys, blondie?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
Follow me.
See you later, punk.
You, too, punk.
Bull's-eye, coņo, come on!
We can do this all day.
You all know why you're here.
Good drivers...
...are a dime a dozen.
Man, every corner's got a chingadera tuner racing for pinks.
That's not what Braga has got me looking for.
Braga wants someone that would sell their abuelita to be behind the wheel.
Someone that drives their 10-second cars not in a straight line...
...but to push it and make it through places no one else would take it.
Real drivers.
So, what are we hauling?
For the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know.
You just said you wanted real drivers.
A real driver knows exactly what's in his car.
Mira, real driver...
...nobody's forcing you to race.
You the boss?
Or am I talking to the boss?
Do I look like a boss?
My job is to find the best drivers, period.
Whoever wins the race gets the info. We cool?
Are we cool?
Yeah, we're cool.
No, we ain't cool, man.
Who's closing these streets?
No one. That's the point.
Please wait while directions are downloaded.
Proceed to the highlighted route.
Ten...
...nine...
...eight...
...seven...
...six...
You sure you want to do this? A lot has changed.
...four... You're right.
...three...
...two...
...one...
...go!
Right turn ahead.
You are now five miles from your destination.
How's my ass look, Chia Pet?
Ghetto Smurf.
Dead man driving.
Come on!
Right turn ahead.
Shit!
Damn.
Rerouting.
Proceed straight ahead.
Rerouting.
Shit.
Rerouting. Just shut up!
You are 2.6 miles from destination.
Oops, I didn't see you.
You are now four and one-half miles from your destination.
U- Turn, if possible. Are you kidding me?
You are now 4.2 miles from your destination.
Sorry, car.
You are now one mile from your destination.
Yeah, guess who's back, Dom?
Let's go!
Nice car, baby!
Bitch!
You are now one-quarter mile from your destination.
Too early, Dom.
No!
Still a buster.
You have reached your destination. Goodbye.
At least we know you can't beat me straight up.
I didn't know there were any rules.
Now that's what I call real driving.
No, that's bullshit, man!
Go cry to your mama, eh?
You work for Braga now.
When the GPS calls, you follow.
Driver's license.
What driver's license?
Thumb.
Cell phone number.
The print is for Campos.
The number is for me.
Yo, nutsack!
Let me tell you something, man, muscle beats import every time.
You know what I'm saying? Every time!
Ladies, let's get on back to Papa Dwight's.
Papa Dwight wants you to take off your shoes.
Dwight likes feet. Take off your shoes.
So beautiful.
Dwight likes this foot a lot.
Yes, baby!
Daddy Dwight loves... FBI!
Hey! Yo, what are you doing?
I didn't do nothing, man! Dwight didn't do nothing!
Hey, no! Stay, stay! Where you going? Bye, Dwight!
No, what did I do?
You're under arrest for distribution of meth.
Meth? Dwight's never touched that shit, bro!
Dwight has now.
Yo, that ain't mine! No!
You know that's never gonna stick, right?
Yeah, it's not supposed to.
Live it up! Live it up!
Yeah, Corona.
That's too bad about Dwight.
Having the Feds raid your house the same night you make the team.
So unfortunate.
I wish I could say I was surprised to see you here.
What's to stop someone from telling them you're a cop?
Probably the same thing that's keeping me from telling them why you're really here.
What up, fellows? Hey, how you doing?
Great. You having a good time? Yeah, a great time.
Come on, let's have a better time.
How's your car? It took a nasty bump.
It'll be ready.
I also heard you just got out of County.
Yeah. Mmm-hmm.
You know a guy named Jim Garcia?
Nah. Big place. Lots of names, lots of faces.
And you, you're wanted by a lot of people, homes.
Yeah, that kind of heat can't be good for business.
Yeah, well, that depends on how you look at things.
I go down, I do time.
I do real time.
I don't know about your other drivers, but when I see flashing lights in my mirror...
I don't stop.
Do you know each other?