All the cars are “borrowed.” We trick ’em out and ship ’em
to buyers overseas. Mostly Japanese. Police will see us coming
a mile away. TAZA: Oh, that’s the point. Smugglers use shitty cars
in case they’re seized. Cops will never suspect
one of these. Smuggling in plain sight. We’ll need a rabbit car. TAZA: The legendary LS6. Multiple police scanners
and radar detectors. Since you know the route,
you and Pote can take the lead. If the sheriff or his friends
are lying in wait… -(laughing)
TAZA: We’ll flush ’em out, get ’em to chase us down
a rabbit trail. We’ll clear the path
for the transport vehicle. We will need something
different to move the product. We call her the Beast. 460 under the hood and racing shocks and a Bull Bumper just in case. Whoo! You and Bilal
will be on transpo. (metal music blaring on radio) (howling to the music) I wouldn’t have it
any other way. Stay ten miles
behind the rabbit car so you can react
if there’s any trouble. Got ya.
Who’s got our tail? -We do.
-We’ll be in the chase car. TAZA: You got something
in mind? -That one.
-Ooh, no, no, no. She’s special. 750 horses under the hood and a dual
nitrous oxide system. GEORGE: That’s enough
to set your hair on fire. (engine revving) She’ll do. JAMES: We’ll stay a mile behind for rear security. If anyone wants to back out, now is the time. (dramatic music) ♪ ♪ We go at sundown. JAMES: Get the load, get outta here! TERESA: (panting) (gunfire continues) Pull over!
You’re gonna get us killed. We can’t drop the load.
We need this. We can’t let them catch us. If you don’t pull over,
we’re gonna lose it. (panting) (panting) Go, go. GEORGE: Bilal, get that shit
loaded and stat! We lost them!
Not for long. Teresa, go! Go! (grunts) -Ow.
-Okay. It’s gonna blow! Go! JAMES:
There’s more in the van! Hey, no, no, no, no, no. Teresa! (door sliding) (crickets chirping) (dramatic music) ♪ ♪ (gasps softly) (gasps) ♪ ♪ (retching) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) Tomar. (crying) (grunts) (sniffles) Did he suffer? I’m certain it was quick. I’ll bury him tomorrow. No. No. I’m gonna make my mother pay. (crickets chirping) (silenced gunshot) (dramatic music) (muffled groan) ♪ ♪ Well, go on.
Get it done. Do it, you son of a bitch. TERESA: We’re not here
to kill you. What is this? The amount we agreed
to pay you. Plus 10% for pain
and suffering. You’re going after Pecas. Do we have a deal? MAYO: I don’t know. Pecas and his boys pay me
a pretty penny for my services. And your boy James shot me. We’ll match
what they’re paying you. On top of our fee. Well, that’s food for thought. (gun cocks) You know how this works. (gun cocks) What the hell? I got no allegiance to Pecas. You hold up your end
of the bargain, I’ll hold up mine. Don’t even think
of betraying me. The video of you beating
that inmate will go viral. You will be locked up
with a lot of people who’d like to do the same
to you and worse. Do you understand? ♪ ♪ No turning back now.