Prologue: A pickup truck pulling a trailer parks in front of a suburban home. The occupant gets out, walks to the front door, and knocks. A woman in a robe opens the door.
Blake: Maria! So good to see you, your beauty has always surpassed my pay grade!
Maria: What do you want?
Blake: Is Luigi here?
Maria: Oh God, is this about that stupid Europe trip? I thought you were joking.
Blake: Not at all.
Maria: So you’re serious about participating in an illegal race across Europe? Why would you do that?
Blake: For the money, for the glory, and for the fun… mostly for the money.
Maria: You’re crazy, you know that?
Blake: Mwa ha ha ha!
Maria: Luigi! Get your ass in here!
(An unshaven Luigi enters the room yawning)
Luigi: It’s too early to be shouting.
Blake: It’s time.
Luigi: For what?
Blake: The thrill of a lifetime.
Luigi: Oh yeah? (YAWN) What are we gonna do? Kidnap the pope?
Blake: How’d you guess? No, the rally!
Luigi: Oh, right! So, you got the car?
Blake: Yup, right outside.
Luigi: Let’s take a look.
Blake: Hold on, shouldn’t you put some pants on first?
Luigi: Right, back in a moment.
Maria: You know what I wish?
Blake: That he didn’t go commando?
Luigi: Okay, let’s take a look.
Luigi: Well, it doesn’t look fast, but I guess we could simply plow through traffic.
Blake: On the trailer you ass! (lifts the cover)
Luigi: Whoa! That’s more like it. Don’t hold out on me, what am I looking at?
Blake: You remember Marc?
Luigi: That crazy jew cop? Yeah.
Blake: He directed me to a police auction where this number was up for sale. A brand new 1995 Petoskey Montauk.
Luigi: 301 TriForce?
Blake: Of course, but this sucker has been modified…
Luigi: Let’s fire her up!
Blake: Alright. (The Montauk starts with a roar)
Luigi: Hmm, it’s a little loud.
Blake: Well, the stock exhaust is designed with noise reduction and emissions in mind. On this car, we’ve got our priorities straightened out.
Luigi: Meaning what? Straightpiped?
Blake: Oh yeah! (Revs the engine)
Luigi: First tunnel we see, the foot will be on the floor with the windows down. When do we leave?
Blake: Two weeks, you got the time off?
Luigi: Of course. It’ll be nice to see the old country again, even if we’re not visiting my home town.
Blake: Sorry, maybe afterwards we can stop by, as long as we don’t get arrested. Just as well, I want to see about a trip to Ireland as well. I figure if I’m on that side of the pond, I might as well make the most of it.
Luigi: Just two weeks away.
Blake: Look out Europe, here we come!