Whether Reyes managed to salvage the safe afterward-or whether he suffered a heart attack when he opened it-was no longer anyone's concern.
Compared to being shot dead by an enraged Hobbs in the original timeline, this ending was actually much better for Reyes.
At least on the surface.
"So we're just... letting Reyes go?" Roman suddenly blurted out while anxiously waiting for Tej to crack open the massive safe. "We're not taking revenge or anything?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Roman noticed everyone staring at him.
Those looks...
They weren't looks of confusion.
They were looks reserved for idiots.
"Hey!" Roman protested. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong?"
"Not just wrong," O'Conner sighed, rubbing his temples, "but completely wrong."
Roman was his best friend-he couldn't just let him embarrass himself like this.
"Honestly," O'Conner continued, "Reyes is in a worse position now than if we'd just killed him."
Roman blinked. "How?"
"Because of that one hundred million," O'Conner replied calmly. "How much of it do you think actually belonged to Reyes?"
"Uh..." Roman hesitated. "All of it?"
"Even I can't casually pull out one hundred million in cash," Morin said, casually peeling an orange for Gisele. "Cash on hand and total assets are two very different concepts."
O'Conner nodded. "Exactly. A huge portion of that money wasn't his-it was operating capital."
"And now it's gone," Toretto said, arms crossed. "Without money, a drug lord can't function. No money means no deals. No deals means no buyers."
"No buyers means no subordinates," Toretto continued, voice steady. "And no bribes means no protection."
"And the officials who once relied on Reyes?" Morin added smoothly. "Now he's just a liability. A hot potato."
Roman swallowed.
"And don't forget," Morin concluded, "a lot of that money belonged to other people. Powerful people."
The room fell quiet for a moment.
"So even if we don't touch him," O'Conner finished, "someone else eventually will. And trust me-what happens to him then will be far worse than a quick death."
Roman stared blankly for a second.
"...Okay," he said at last. "All you conspirators and capitalists can stop talking about that definitely-already-dead drug lord now."
He turned dramatically toward Tej.
"How about focusing on the important thing? Like whether Tej here can finally get this beauty to open her skirt?"
The "beauty," of course, was the massive safe.
"You can do it," Roman added encouragingly, eager to escape a conversation he clearly hadn't understood in the first place. He hurried over to Tej. "Open it! Open it! There's a hundred million dollars in there!"
"Relax," Tej said, waving him off. "I'm working on it."
He placed the fingerprint mold onto the scanner, typed a few final commands into his computer, took a deep breath, and muttered, "Come on..."
Beep. Beep.
In the silence of the factory, the sound was absurdly loud.
Then-
Green.
A beautiful, healthy, reassuring green light lit up on the safe.
And suddenly-
🎵 Danza Kuduro 🎵
Music exploded into the room.
Everyone jumped and turned toward the sound.
"What?" Morin said innocently, holding up a small speaker. "Why are you all looking at me? Sure, I'm handsome-but I think you'd rather be looking at that one hundred million right now."
He grinned.
"Split the money. It's time."
To the rhythm of the music, Tej smiled, shook his head, and pulled the door open.
The safe's contents spilled out like a river-bundles upon bundles of cash, stacked so tightly they seemed endless.
Roman froze.
His eyes went wide, his brain completely shutting down.
Gisele instinctively glanced at Morin and caught him smiling back at her. They exchanged a quiet, knowing smile.
Han stood off to the side, chewing gum.
He glanced over, saw the silent exchange, and immediately looked away.
He'd once had his eye on Gisele too-but Morin had moved first. After comparing the two of them, Han had wisely decided to back off.
Besides, with ten million dollars, finding a beautiful woman wouldn't exactly be difficult.
O'Conner pulled Mia into a hug.
Toretto stood silently, looking at the money before lifting his gaze toward the sky, a faint smile on his face.
Morin noticed.
He knew exactly who Toretto was thinking about.
Letty.
Everyone believed she'd died in an accident.
But Morin knew better.
She was alive-rescued by a shadowy organization, her memory erased, now working for them.
Morin had tried investigating but found nothing. He decided to wait.
Fast & Furious 6.
That was when things would change.
Then another thought crossed his mind.
Toretto would later get involved with Elena, the police officer...
Which meant-
A love triangle.
Morin's lips twitched.
Yeah. Definitely not telling Toretto yet.
Some drama was worth preserving.
"Split the money! Split the money!" Roman suddenly screamed, finally rebooting. "WOOHOO! I'M RICH! I'M RICH!!!"
"Hold on," Morin said, shaking his head.
Roman froze. "What now?"
"We still have to move the money," Morin replied calmly. "Without proper channels, transporting this much cash is extremely difficult."
Roman frowned, thinking hard.
"...That's true," he admitted. "But it doesn't stop me from enjoying my ten million right now!"
"Ten million?" Morin raised an eyebrow.
Roman's eyes widened. "Isn't that right? Don't tell me you're planning to kill me and take my share-I knew it! You're obviously-"
"Are you forgetting something?" Morin interrupted calmly.
Roman paused.
Morin smiled.
"The bet."
"The five-million-dollar racing bet."
Silence.
Roman slowly looked down at the money in his arms.
In his mind, half of it suddenly sprouted wings.
"No..."
"NO!!!"
Roman's tragic wail echoed through the factory.
Laughter erupted from everyone around him as they eagerly waited to see how Roman planned to "win for sure" against Morin this time.
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