[electrical crackling]
[humming]
[upbeat rhythmic music plays]
[engine roars]
[tires squeal]
[tense music plays]
I can't believe someone made it look like we robbed spy headquarters at my event!
Talk about a party foul!
If we can find the footage from the night of the attack,
I might be able to analyze it and figure out what actually happened.
We'll need to find a place to lay low.
-Let's see what's around here! -No! Don't.
[sighs] I may have installed agency tracking devices
to keep tabs on your every move.
So that means we can't use, like,
half the hauler's equipment without being tracked?
Technically, more like 79.8%.
-Cool. -It could be worse.
At least we're cloaked.
[dramatic music plays]
[Echo] Uh, I'll fix that.
As far as I'm concerned,
Uncle Tuco's the only X factor in this whole equation.
He wasn't invited to my party, and I shouldn't have let him in.
I was just so wrapped up in that magical evening.
The exploding food, the deadly games, the redacted letters...
It made me soft!
Yeah. Also, Tuco did conveniently disappear right before the attack,
and he knows everything thanks to Cisco's big mouth.
Come on, Uncle Tuco would never betray us like that.
I'm sure he's back in Mexico City now,
being a great family member and not framing us.
You willing to risk your life on that?
Because I'm not.
Then we know what we need to do. Find Uncle Tuco and make him talk.
By any means necessary.
[whimpers]
Easy, Gum Neck! I'm not a monster.
We'll go find Tuco and simply ask him to share what he knows.
But if he doesn't budge, we'll pump him so full of truth serum
he'll tell us where his grandma hides her insulin money!
Nana?
Uh, that sounds pretty similar to Layla's thing.
But first, we're gonna need cash and supplies.
What are you talking about? We got our cars, the hauler, the helicopter...
We're good.
You gonna eat that helicopter, genius?
Or trade it for gas to run all these vehicles?
Use your head! If we want to stay on the run, we need cash money.
-Can't we just sell the helicopter? -[Ms. Nowhere] No!
You never know when you'll need a spare helicopter for added leverage.
[Ms. Nowhere] That's basic training.
True.
And I know just where to get money.
Along with a fresh stash of Paco's.
[Palindrome] Ms. Nowhere is the highest-value target
I've had to chase down in a long time.
Lucky for me, I've got you two.
Her closest allies.
The agents she's been nurturing for years.
Actually, she wasn't really the nurturing type.
Yeah. She was more of the barking orders type.
[Palindrome grunts]
[quietly] He did that for 45 minutes.
[Palindrome] Guys.
I know this is hard.
Taking down the woman who nourished you as spy seedlings,
until you grew into mighty spy oaks.
There was definitely none of that.
Nowhere and her team are in the wind, thanks to boy genius Frostee.
I tried interrogating his associate, but she just wouldn't crack.
You said you'd talk when we finished our tea.
Mrs. Pepperpants hasn't finished her tea.
Spoiler: Mrs. Pepperpants never finished her tea.
Now you two know Ms. Nowhere better than anyone.
-[tense music plays] -Tell me everything.
Well, she's a Sagittarius but reads more Scorpio
due to her resourceful yet distrustful nature.
-Her favorite color's khaki. -It used to be khaki. Now it's black.
Black isn't a color. It's the absence of color.
-[Gary] That's why she likes it. -I meant, where could she be?
Oh... Yeah, we don't know that.
Okay. You're Nowhere.
You're a fugitive, and you need a place to lay low and resupply.
Where do you go?
Friends? Family? Any intimate relationships?
Ms. Nowhere isn't really a relationship kinda gal.
[laughing] Yeah.
[Gary] They tend to end badly.
Badly how?
She ends up burning pictures of the guy who dumped her for days.
Where would she get that many pictures?
She has us doing surveillance on her boyfriends
before she even talks to them.
To have a fire that size, you'd have to be out in the middle of nowhere.
Yeah. I followed her to some nasty cabin in the desert one time.
I brought her a blanket as she fell asleep under the cold, uncaring moon.
See? It was inside you the whole time.
Let your light shine, Gary!
Oh, so bright.
[voice breaking] I've never felt so appreciated.
Now, let's shackle these convicts!
[whirring]
[sniffs] Smell that?
No one for hundreds of miles.
[clanking]
Since when do you have your own safe house?
I started collecting them in high school. You know, as a hobby.
-[elevator whirs] -[Cisco] Makes sense.
Real estate is always a good investment.
You sure no one knows about this place?
-[computer whirs] -Money. Food.
[alarm sounds]
Ms. Nowhere, we got trouble.
Uh, who's the vending machine with arms?
Palindrome...
[Ms. Nowhere] He's the best of the best. An unstoppable tracker.
Like if a bloodhound and a cyborg had puppies.
[Ms. Nowhere] He once trailed a team of armed commandos
through the Amazon, down through Patagonia and across Antarctica,
back up Africa, and finally caught them disguising themselves
as mimes on the streets of Paris,
and trapped them in real invisible boxes.
Whoa. That's like poetry.
They only send him when the game to be chased is elusive and deadly,
too dangerous for anyone else to handle.
[chuckles]
And now he's after me.
He's after all of us.
Aw, man! This isn't a safe house! It's a death trap!
I'll head outside and distract him.
You all disable his transport
and get those supply bags in the hauler without making a peep.
[ominous music plays]
Palindrome.
I see your bicep veins are even bigger in person.
Thank you. I like to get my blood where it's going.
Nice stink-eye. I can smell it from here.
Well, smell this, Palindrome:
I'm not going in.
You got two choices, Nowhere: going in, or going down.
[Ms. Nowhere] How about a third choice: going to your funeral.
How about a fourth choice: going to yours!
Isn't that the same as the second choice? Going down?
This is so intense.
How are we doing?
They're almost to Palindrome's car with the EMPs.
Once they disable it, we can grab Ms. Nowhere and get out of here.
You picked the wrong side, Gare-Bear!
-Ms. Nowhere! This will not end well! -[beeping]
Please, just turn yourself in.
[beeping]
[car alarm sounds]
EMPs? Really?
-[electrical crackling] -[atmospheric music plays]
Give up!
-It's the smart play. -[engine starts]
-[dramatic music plays] -[tires squeal]
[Tony] We don't do smart!
[grunting]
-[music intensifies] -[Palindrome roars]
-[Echo] The cash! -Leave it.
[grunting]
[gasping]
Gotcha.
-[squelching] -[yelps]
[grunting]
[laughs] Buh-bye!
Time to let an outlaw take over this operation.
You get Gary's phone?
[ominous music plays]
[Layla] Now that Nowhere's safe house is burnt and all we got was pork pies,
we're gonna have to get our hands dirty and earn some cash.
Luckily, I still have connections.
[hip-hop music plays]
[grunting]
Ooh, tiny umbrellas!
Dang! You've really upped your game since SH1FT3R split.
Yeah, I was tired of living that desk life.
[sing-songy] Now I'm living that deck life! [laughs]
Once Shashi got arrested,
I took over his racing empire, and now I'm doing pretty well for myself.
Well, congratulations.
Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase. We need to make some quick cash.
Can you help us?
First: love that you thought of me, Layla. Second: I got you, girl.
There's a circuit in Ensenada run by a couple of my competitors.
If you win, there's a cash prize.
Oh, that’s nice of you to recommend us to your competitors.
Well, I want you to do something for me when you're there.
I need you to pull a heist and get a list of racers' names.
Some people I want running on my circuit.
You keep the cash, I get the list. It's a win-win.
No problem. Where's this race?
Uh, not so fast.
I'm gonna need some assurances that you're gonna give me what I want.
Layla's got a bit of a reputation as a double-crosser.
[groans]
We know.
Text me that list in 48 hours,
or I'll have to contact a certain agency about some fugitives I saw. [laughs]
And we wouldn't want that to happen. Nuh-uh. That's a lose-lose.
You'll get your list.
And keep my reputation out of your mouth, or you'll find out how far you can swim.
[nervously] Hey, we're cool. Cool.
I just sent you directions to the race.
But, I got to warn you. These guys... make their own rules.
[cell phones beep]
Now, who wants in on the hot tub?! [laughs]
It's actually more of a lukewarm tub, because hot water hurts my tootsies.
We win this race, we'll have enough money to make the 1,700 miles to Mexico City
and find out who framed us.
Hey, I'm cool with a fugitive road trip as much as the next guy,
but I'm telling you, Tuco wasn't involved.
You know what they say.
Good detective work is as much about clearing suspects as it is finding them.
They say that?
You know those are really spicy, right?
Too many of those can mess with the old plumbing.
Ms. Nowhere, eating spicy food is part of my heritage.
I can handle. [chuckles, munches]
-[gulps, whimpers] -[stomach gurgles]
[whispers] Hot?
[falteringly] No...
-[tense music plays] -Really? Not even a little?
[gasps] Not even a little.
Well then, here.
Why don't you have another? Or have a few more.
I would love to.
-[groans] -[stomach gurgles]
I just, uh... I just need to go... [retches]
Go stretch!
[roaring]
[lively, rhythmic music plays]
Oh, no.
[Layla] Not these two.
Nacho and Rollie! How you been since SH1FT3R?
I was passing through town and dropped by for some fun.
Look who it is! The snitch.
Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?
That's how you made it, so that's how it is.
I didn't come here to argue, I came here to race.
You got a spot available?
Maybe. You got enough for the cash buy-in?
And you're gonna need a food truck for the demolition derby.
No way! Is that a 'copter?
[laughs] I always wanted one of those!
Dude, no one calls a helicopter a 'copter. They're choppers.
Hey, look, I call 'em whatever I want, okay?
-Leverage. -Hey, why don't we make a trade?
Our 'copter-chopper for the truck and the buy-in.
[music intensifies]
[banging, echoing]
They stuck us with the bottom of the barrel.
Tires are bald, transmission's shot.
The body's rotted through.
-It looks like we need to-- [groans] -[stomach gurgles]
Chili problems?
[scoffs] Opposite! I'm just still really hungry.
[Ms. Nowhere] Good thing I have this left over from lunch.
[groans]
[crowd cheers]
Listen up! It's race time, which means it's rule time,
which means it's listen time. [exclaims]
We got five teams of four, competing in three different races.
Five, four, three.
Pretty simple, right?
[grunts] But now we gotta throw an eight in there. A figure eight!
Which is one of the races!
[Nacho] The figure eight race will have two cars from each team.
There's also a quarter-mile sprint with one car from each team.
Hey, am I...
Am I missing anything?
Ay! The food truck demolition derby, fool!
It's the last event, and the final driver from each team will compete.
[grunts] Each car must be driven by a different driver.
No switchies, no tag teamsies, none of that stuff.
The winning team of the whole event gets the cash pot.
But to keep things exciting, we get every car that doesn't win.
Did he say they take all our cars?
Let's do this!
[lights hum]
-[crowd cheers] -[engines roar]
Uh... I don't think there's enough room on this track for all the cars.
[Cisco] Whoa.
[engines rev]
Nowhere and Frostee, you get that list for Manny while the rest of us race.
[Frostee] Copy that.
-[Ms. Nowhere] Don't tell me what to do. -[sighs]
Don't worry, Toretto. I'll give you a ride once you lose.
No, you're gonna lose your car.
[start signal beeps]
[tires squeal]
[rhythmic music plays]
[grunting]
[crowd roars]
[Layla exclaims]
Watch out!
[grunts]
Two cars out of the race and it's just the first lap.
That was a close one!
[Ms. Nowhere] The list Manny wants must be locked inside.
It's the only secure location around.
Are there any other security measures we need to note?
Uh... That guy.
-[panting, sniffing] -[tense music plays]
A vicious killing machine.
Why couldn't it be a laser array or some ninjas?
[yelps softly]
-Seems pretty friendly to me. -That's what he wants you to think.
We have to scale the fence and reach the van
before that mangy beast gets anywhere near us.
[rhythmic music plays]
Bro, if you and Layla both lose,
we won't have your cars or a shot at the pot,
and we'll be stuck here with Nacho and Rollie!
-[stomach gurgles] -[whimpers] Aw, man.
[Cisco] We got any antacid in the hauler?
[crowd roars]
[Rollie] The winner!
The winner!
-[Tony yelps] -Ay, it was Tony!
No, Layla won.
You just want Tony to win because you're in love with him!
[Tony gasps]
You just want Layla to win because you love her.
Hey, you can't just flip my burn around and use it on me!
[sighs] Okay, I know.
We can take both their cars.
Or, how about this?
If my team wins the whole race, we keep all the cars and the cash pot.
If not, we'll give up all the cars and the hauler.
Pfft. That's stupid.
-We're in. -[tense music plays]
That is stupid! How did you just make everything worse?
The only way to win a race with crazies is to out-crazy them!
[groaning] Uh... I don't know if I'll be able to drive, you guys.
-[exclaims, groans] -[stomach gurgles]
So, in the next two hours,
the gas master has to win the food truck derby
and we have to get the list to Manny,
or we're busted with no rides and no money.
Hey! No problem. I trust my family to win.
-[dog barks] -[tense music plays]
We just need to get over the fence without agitating Cerberus.
-Uh, Ms. Nowhere? -[grunts]
-[barking] -He's attacking me!
[shrieking]
-Uh... [grunts] -[Ms. Nowhere shrieks]
[shrieking continues]
He's attacking you with kisses.
Get him off of me!
[shrieking]
Aw, he's harmless!
-Look at his cute little face! -[barks]
[gasps] Aw! It says his name is Roscoe.
-Roscoe! -[sighs]
It's a trap! He's clearly there for protection.
Or maybe he just wants to play.
You wouldn't play with a security system, would you?
I guess you didn't grow up with pets.
You handle that monstrosity while I work on getting the list from the van.
Uh, what are you doing?
Checking for booby traps.
[suspenseful music plays]
Maybe Nacho and Rollie are just as dumb as they seem.
That's what they want you to think.
I'm not sure people want you to think things
as much as you think they want you to think things.
Okay, who's ready for the rules for race number two?
Isn't it a sprint, first to the finish line wins?
[Rollie] First to the finish line wins!
[laughs] Nice golf cart!
Hope you got an extension cord that reaches to the end of the track.
-Woohoo! -Yeah!
-[stomach gurgles] -[Cisco groans]
-[start signal beeps] -[engines roar]
-[rhythmic music plays] -[snarls]
[chuckles]
[Echo] Yeah! Take that!
Whoo! Yeah!
Huh?
Now we just need Cisco to win the demolition derby. Easy.
-[groaning] I don't think it's gonna hold. -[stomach gurgles]
This truck will be fine.
-I was talking about my stomach! -[gurgling continues]
You got this, buddy.
All you got to do is ram 'em, then smash 'em, then ram 'em some more,
until you're the last one standing.
[Cisco] Aw...
Ugh! Ew! Is that a jar of toenail clippings labeled "lucky"?
[coughs]
I think Rollie and Nacho may live here.
[chuckles] You're about to see a master at work.
-[stomach gurgling] -[groaning]
Aw, man!
I don't wanna keep it in, but I'm afraid to let go!
-[shrieks] -[start signal beeps]
[groaning]
-[stomach gurgles] -[whimpers, shrieks]
[Cisco groans] No, no, no!
[groans]
-[stomach gurgles] -[groans]
[groaning, gasping]
-[wails] -[stomach gurgles]
-[groans] How many are left, T? How many? -[stomach gurgles]
-[Tony] Only four. -[groans]
[Cisco wails]
-[suspenseful music plays] -I can't hear any locks activating.
I told you they were smarter than they looked!
This safe is uncrackable!
-[barks] -[shrieks] I thought you were on lookout?
I think I see why you didn't hear a lock clicking.
-[soft music plays] -Okay...
[Ms. Nowhere] They're idiots.
[sighs] Okay. We've done our part. Now it's all up to Cisco.
[Cisco groans] Okay, one truck left.
One truck. Take this out, then run to the bathroom.
[laughs]
-Oh, no! -[brakes squeal]
Last rule!
If we win this race, we take all your cars!
-[tires spin] -[rhythmic music plays]
[wails]
-[groans] -[engine rattles]
[horn sounds]
[whimpers]
-Come on, come on! Yes! -[engine roars]
[both scream, groan]
Finally, I can get out of here. I couldn't have taken another hit.
[screams]
[crashing]
-[loud farting] -[Cisco groans]
[groaning]
-We won! I knew you could do it, Cisco! -Don't come in here!
-I gotta see if this sink still works. -[stomach gurgles]
[atmospheric music plays]
[Layla] We got our prize money, and Manny got his list.
Next stop: Mexico City.
-[barks] -[shrieks]
-What's he doing here? -Aw, so cute!
Roscoe! He must have followed you in.
You're a terrible security system.
[wind blows]
[suspenseful music plays]
-[splintering] -[alarm rings]
[tense music plays]
[vocalizing] ♪ We run the world like a family ♪
♪ Speed it up, cause together we ♪
♪ We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy ♪
♪ Ride out, got the whole squad Yeah, we on the go ♪
♪ Ghost ride the whip As our tires smoke ♪
♪ And the crew stay tight Yeah, everybody knows ♪
♪ We just having fun Cause this is how we roll ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ We ride out, ride out Chase the legacy ♪