Speedy Love

4.1

Zoe let's out a giggle as Brian drives past the starting line, having to back up. Hector gets the all clear from Leon causing Zoe to smirk at Hector. "I got this." Zoe walks out in front of the racers. "Are you ready?" The racers rev their engines. Zoe points at Brian. "I know you're ready." Zoe raises her arms into the air. "Go!" Zoe drops her arms before the cars are off. Dom arrives back first having won with two other drivers behind him but no Brian.

"Here's what you won, right here. There you go," Hector says as he hands the money and pink slip to Dom. "You were racing a bunch of skateboards. Know what I mean?"

"My sister holds the money. Count it," Dom says as walks over to them before handing Mia the money. He then turns to Letty before picking her up. "And you're my trophy." He sets her down as Brian finally shows up.

"Was that fun?" Jesse asks as he walks over to the smoking car. The others gather around as Jesse opens the hood and smoke goes everywhere.

"What are you smiling about?" Dom asks as he notices Brian smiling and shaking his head.

"Dude. I almost had you," Brian says pointing at Dom causing the crowd to laugh.

"You almost had me?" Dom asks him sarcastically. "You never had me. You never had your car. Granny-shifting. Not double-clutching, like you should. You're lucky that 100-shot of NOS didn't blow the welds on the intake. Almost had me?" The crowd cheering him on.

"You tell him, Dominic. Get out of here," The crowd yells as Dom stands beside Zoe.

"Now, me, Zoe, and the mad scientist got to rip apart the block and replace the piston rings you fried. Ask any racer. Any real racer. It don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning," Dom says as Jesse lowers the hood of the car while the crowd cheers.

"Oh, shit! We got cops. Cops! Cops! Cops! Go!" Leon yells from where he is sitting in his car. The crowd quickly takes off running. Zoe takes off after Dom since he is closer. They quickly get in before he takes off. He pulls into a parking garage where he stashes his car before heading outside. They are walking down the street before a cop car passes them and quickly turns around.

"Toretto, stop right there!" The cop says over the speaker. They take off running. "Toretto's!" They are running down an alley when a familiar green car pulls up beside them.

"Get in!" Brian yells from the driver's seat before Dom quickly opens the door. They climb in with Zoe in the back. Brian takes off as the cop starts to catch up. Brian gets back on the main strip causing the cop to be taken out by another car. Two cop cars start heading their way before trying to make a road block but Brian just weaves through them.

"You're the last person in the world I expected to show up," Dom says as they all relax.

"I thought if I got in your good graces, you might let me keep my car," Brian says causing Zoe to smile.

"You are in my good graces, but you ain't keeping your car," Dom says.

"You drive like you've done this before. Are you a wheelman?" Zoe asks.

"No," Brian answers.

"You boost cars?" Dom asks already knowing the answer.

"No. Never," Brian answers as he drives.

"Ever done time?" Dom asks him another question.

"Couple of overnighters. No big deal," Brian answers as if it were nothing.

"What about the two years in juvie for boosting cars?" Dom asks as Brian quickly looks over at him. "Tucson, right? Jesse ran a profile on you, Brian Earl Spilner. He can find anything on the Web. Anything about anybody. So, why bullshit?"

"So, what about you?" Brian asks as he glances at the couple before noticing Zoe's face turn sad.

"Two years in Lompoc. I'll die before I go back," Dom answers. The car is then quickly surrounded by motorcycles. "Oh, great."

"What?" Brian asks.

"It's going to be a long-ass night. That's what," Zoe answers him as she leans back. One of the motorcycles gets close to the car before tapping on Brian's window with a gun.

"Follow us," The guy says before Brian follows him. When they stop in the parking lot of a restaurant, they all get out of the car with Zoe on Brian's side.

"I thought we had an agreement," Johnny Tran says as he turns to face them. "You stay away. I stay away. Everybody stays happy."

"We got lost. What do you want me to tell you?" Dom asks him.

"Who's 'we'?" Tran asks.

"Our new mechanic. Brian, meet Johnny Tran," Dom says. "The guy in the snakeskin pants. That's his cousin. Lance."

"So, when are you going to give me a shot at that Honda 2000 of yours?" Zoe asks but is ignored.

"This your ride?" Tran asks Brian as he admires the car.

"It was. It's his now," Brian answers him.

"No, it's not. I haven't taken delivery," Dom says knowing what they would do to the car if he said it was his.

"Then, it's nobody's car. But somebody put in the wrench time. What do you think, Lance?" Tran says as he runs his hand along the car.

"It's an amazing machine," Lance says as he keeps his gun pointed on them.

"Yes, indeed," Tran says as he winks at Zoe causing Brian to stand in front of Zoe. "Let's go. I'll see you in the desert next month. Be ready to have your ass handed to you."

"You'll need more than that crotch rocket," Dom says as they get on their bikes.

"I got something for you," Tran says before they drive off.

"What the hell was that all about?" Brian asks as he turns to Dom.

"Long story. I'll tell you later. Let's get out of here," Dom says before opening the door. They all stop as they hear the motorcycles coming back. Dom closes the door before Lance and Tran start shooting the car. Brian quickly grabs Zoe as they all duck out of the way. The car catches fire before they stop shooting and drive away.

"NOS!" Dom yells as he sees the fire getting bigger. Brian quickly covers Zoe before the car explodes.

"So, what the hell was that all about?" Brian asks as they start walking away from the restaurant.

"It's a long story," Dom answers him.

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

"A business deal that went sour. Plus, Dom made the mistake of sleeping with his sister," Zoe explains quickly. They are able to catch a cab before heading back home.