Доминик Торетто

Nice ride.

I won it from my friend Han, a few years ago.

I didn't know he was into American muscle.

He was when he was rolling with me.

You know this ain't no 10-second race.

I got nothing but time.

So now that I know your taste in cars, tell me, what about your women?

It all starts with the eyes. She's got to have those kind of eyes that can look right through the bullshit to the good in someone. 20% angel, 80% devil. Down to earth. Ain't afraid to get a little engine grease under her fingernails.

That doesn't sound anything like me.

You know, I've been thinking, when you blew up your car back there, you blew up mine, too.

Yeah?

Yeah. So now you owe me a 10-second car.

Is that right?

Yeah.

[Dominic breaks window to Subaru WRX Sti]

Now we're even.

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.

This is where my jurisdiction ends.

And this is where mine begins.

Letty. Give me your hand.

I can't reach.

You got to jump!

Han, we had a good run. Time for you to go do your own thing.

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?

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.

Letty was my friend, too.

You weren't anyone's friend.

I'm going to kill this Braga. And anyone else who gets in my way.

You sure you want to do this?

A lot has changed.

You're right.

At least we know you can't beat me straight up.

I didn't know there were any rules.

Driver's license.

What driver's license?

Thumb. Cell phone number. The print is for Campos. The number is for me.

Do you know each other?

He used to date my sister.

I see. You're a lucky man.

How's that?

You're still breathing.