Driven (2018) - full transcript

Intense thriller where politics, big business and narcotics collide.

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[instrumental music]

Man 1: You follow
the rules and we're through.

Man 2: Let's go. Come on.
Move back.

Man 3: You're surrounded,
fellows.

[indistinct chatter]

Man 3: When answering
your questions,

we've made a statement and

you should need to be satisfied
with that.

Man 4: We all know
of course that this case

has had a great deal
of publicity.

The lawyers involved
in this case...



Man 5: Not a word!

Man 6: You should bear in mind

that much of what you see

and read is propaganda

from the prosecution.

It's not a fair appraisal

of what in fact occurred.

Man 6: Some of it is
downright false.

[instrumental music]

Benedict: Stay focused.

Stay calm.

Stay honest.

Look them in the eye.

Be polite.



Be respectful.

Listen to the questions.

Think about your answers.

Take your time,
but not too much time.

Give the detail...

not too much detail,
they'll confuse.

Don't stare at the jury,
don't joke with the jury,

don't flirt with the jury.

They're your mother,
they're your father.

They are your fucking future.

[music continues]

[airplane droning]

[tires screeching]

What is happening?

Ellen: What is going on?
Jim: I don't know.

FBI, please vacate the aircraft.

- What is going on, Jim?
Jim: It's...

I'm sure it's some sort of
misunderstanding or--

- Mr. Hoffman, please vacate...
- Why do you know his name?

Benedict: Make no sudden moves.
- Why do they know your name?

Honey.

Vacate the aircraft!

We are vacating
the aircraft, okay.

Let them do their job.

- I don't know.
- It's alright.

Maybe they're confused
or something.

Ellen: Probably just some
accident.

Jim: It's kind of cool.
How old are you guys? Huh?

- Kind of cool, right?
- Babe.

Benedict: Mr. Hoffman,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used against you

in the court of law.

Benedict: Any--
- What are you doing?

Man 3: Anything you say--
- We are on vacation!

These are my children!

- If you need a lawyer--
- We're at Disney Land, asshole!

Oh, fuck it,
just take them away.

What are you doing
with my husband? Jim!

[kids imitating gunshots]

[Ellen sighs]

So, tell me about them?

[sighs]

What can I say?
They were a nice couple.

A nice Christian couple.

This nice Christian couple
we can find no trace of?

Oh, I can be held responsible
for that now, can I?

I'm a pilot, man.

I make a living
transporting shit.

I-- it's all in the manifest.

Sorry, I-- I don't know
what you want from me here.

Here's the thing, Hoffman.

I meet scumbags
like you all the time.

You're the sort of guy
if you could make a 1000 bucks

honest or ten bucks
doing it crooked

you'd do it crooked every time.

I-- I bet you, you'd fuck
your own mother for a quarter.

[laughs] If you're trying
to charm me, sir,

you're not doing a great job--

But worse than fucking
your own mother

you'd fuck your own kids?

You take them on a drug run?

- That is the lowest.
- I took them to Disney World.

- You took them to Bolivia.
- To deliver Bibles.

Okay, I thought
they would have fun.

Except it turns out that Bolivia
is a shithole.

So, we took them to Disney World
on the way back.

You took them
to Bolivia as cover

and you picked up so much coke
you thought

you'd celebrate
in Disney on the way back.

Okay, Ben, listen to me.

Don't call me Ben.

It said, Ben, on your badge.

It says, Benedict J. Tisa,
special agent in charge

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Special agent in charge?

I like that.

I like you, you know.

And I really like your suit.

You look great, you're the best
dressed guy here.

You know that.

Dressed for the job
you want, right?

Okay, look,
special agent in charge

I swear to you on my life

I knew nothing about
any of this.

[intense music]

Seems like you got a sweet
family out there.

Benedict: But you're not gonna
see them for 30 years.

So, do yourself a favor.

[telephone ringing]

Good lookin' fellow.

I don't know who this other
guy is though.

You know exactly who it is,
because Morgan Hetrick--

Man 8: Sir?

[indistinct chatter]

You landed in Pensacola,
Florida.

You subleased out your plane
and it was

out of your possession
for three nights.

Three magical nights
at Disney World, yes.

Are we done here?

- So, that's it?
- That's it, yeah.

Yeah, I mean I had
the paperwork, you know

you can't argue with paperwork.

Jim, some of those people
that you work with

I do not think
have your best interest in mind.

I agree, no, I-- I think, uh

Bolivia was a pretty
big clue, huh?

- This is a wake up call.
- It's a wake up call.

- We need to start fresh.
- Somewhere new, absolutely.

This time I'm gonna pick where.

- No, no, no, no. No.
- Yeah. We'll put it to a vote.

What do you mean we're gonna
vote? We're not gonna vote.

Yes, we will put it to a vote,

we live in a democracy.

No, no, no, no. No, you think
you live in a democracy.

All in favor of mom choosing
where we live next.

Jim: Oh, hey, guys,
come on, think about it.

We're gonna end up
livin' in some dump.

You know, your mom has no taste.

She married you.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Yeah?

It's a really nice neighborhood,
honey.

Yeah, don't worry,
it'll be fine.

Only the best for my family.

Go ahead, door's open.
Go in, check it out.

Howard: Mr. Hoffman.

Who are you exactly?

- Well, I'm not really--
- No, no, no.

Don't answer that,
Mr. Hoffman.

It was a rhetorical question.

So, we're to find out
exactly who you are,

we're gonna find out
what wasn't quite forthcoming

with the prosecution evidence.

Pauma valley,
it's beautiful up there.

Not cheap though, is it?

Sorry, do you want me
to answer that one?

[crowd laughing]

- Yes.
- No, sir, not cheap.

- You have a mortgage? Renting?
- Renting.

- And what's the rent like?
- Sixteen hundred a month.

[whistles] That's, uh,
that's a lot of money.

Why don't we take a quick look
at your, your IRS returns,

see how you can, uh,
afford such, uh,

a nice spread in Pauma valley.

What would you say, at random,

you filed for in 1980?

I did not file in 1980.

Did you file in 1979?

- No, sir, I did not.
- 1978?

- No, sir.
- '77?

1977?

[crowd laughing]

You think this is funny,
Mr. Hoffman?

[chuckles] No, sir.

You do realize
that it is illegal

not to file a tax return?

Yes, sir.

But you did file in 1982.

How come?

Just tryin'
to do the right thing.

Well, there is a first time
for everything.

[laughter]

[humming]

Boy 1: You're in prison.
Boy 2: Yeah, try to escape.

Boy 3: Try to escape.
Try to escape.

Yeah, just keep distracting her.

Hey! Guys, what's going on here?

Dad, dad, o-- okay
if we go play in their pool?

- Please.
- Please let us play.

Hold on, buddy,
I mean, these guys

look like trouble if you ask me.

- Mom?
- It's time to go home.

- Mommy.
- Hi, my love.

Cristina: Good, good, good.

Hi, I hope they're not being
a nuisance.

No, not at all, no.
More than welcome.

Oh, we haven't had a chance to
welcome you to the neighborhood.

We're always coming and going.
Cristina.

Oh, I'm... Sorry. Uh, hey.
Hi, Jim.

Hi.

Mom, can they come swim with us?

It's alright with me if that's
alright with their dad.

Yeah, no, of course.
They're very good.

- Thank you so much.
- Yeah, no problem.

- Ni-- nice to meet you.
- Let's go! Come on.

Come on, baby.

Mommy. Are we going?

Am I gonna try on
my new bathing suit now?

Aye-aye-yay!

[instrumental music]

[engine cranking]

Come on.

- Damn it.
John: That's a nice looking car.

O-- oh! Yeah, thanks.

John: 389 cubic inch V-8 engine.

Three double barrel carburetors,
speed, performance, handling.

Back in the day...

the girls loved it.

Would you mind if I, uh...

Yeah, be my guest.

Yeah, there she is.

Alright.

Turn it over.

Okay.

[engine cranking]

[laughs]

How the hell did you do that?

Ah, beginner's luck.

And I designed it.

You designed it?
What, what, you designed what?

What, you designed the GTO?

Holy shit. Holy shit.

You're John DeLorean,
aren't you?

[laughs]

Amazing. Well, that, I... Hey,
great job on this, you know.

I mean, Shakespeare writes
a play, he at least

gets to put his name on it.

Well, I might do that yet.

Yeah. Uh... Hey, hold on
a second, okay? Will you?

I'll be right back.
Don't go anywhere.

Jim: Where are the beers?
Ellen: In the fridge!

Jim: No, I'm in the fridge here.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I got 'em. I got 'em.

Thank you.

- You a pilot?
- Um... Here you go.

- I-- I used to be.
- Good.

You know, it's been a long time

since I got my hands dirty.

Well, I mean, you know,
if it's in the blood

it's in the blood.

Ha, John DeLorean!

In my house?
It's something else.

Uh, so, I mean, what are you...
What are you doing now?

You-- you still over
at the GM, yeah?

No, I got out of that racket.

Now, I'm working on something
for myself.

Um. Nice. Nice. Good for you.

What, um, may I ask, um...

She still doesn't sound right.

So what, they,
they won't let you

do your own thing
over a Pontiac?

Oh, Christ, no. General Motors.

Ford. Chrysler.

There's hasn't been a single
honest to God innovation

in 20 years,
all they do is tinker.

They'll, uh,

smooth a corner
or automate a wiper

and hype it as
some great new model.

Oh! Oh-oh.
Better get that.

- But it's all just bullshit.
- Oh, where are you?

Oh, here it is.

Ah! Shit! Shh!

- You alright?
- Yeah.

I cut myself.
Fucking rust bucket.

Take this.

Oh. Thanks.

I think you'll live.

John: Rust.

Every car in America is dying

the minute
it leaves the factory.

But my car...

now my car is...

My car will be made of
brushed stainless steel.

Rear mounted engine.

The underbody will be
made of two large molded parts.

uh, the frame and the body are
one and it's made of

of stainless steel, you see,
so, it'll last forever.

It'll be safest car on the road.

- Mm.
- And, um, and airbags, Jim.

- Do you know about airbags?
- Uh, no.

I want this car
under 2200 pounds.

0 to 60 in 8 seconds.

20 miles per gallon
in the city,

30 miles per gallon
on the highway.

I want a suspension system
that is designed by a computer.

And the doors, Jim...

The doors... Heh.

- They're gull-winged.
- Oh, yeah.

- Right?
- Look at this, they're some...

Oh, sorry, um...

Yeah, it's like science fiction
or something.

It's the future.

- They lift straight up.
- Oh.

Right? You can park it
almost anywhere.

It's more expensive 'cause
you've got to counter balance it

against gravity,
but it's worth it.

Sure, sure, so, you just
kinda come up with, like, uh

an affordable
anti-gravity device.

And, uh...

I-- I-- I don't know
what I'm talking about.

- Oh.
- Ha-ha-ha...

- Well, just you wait.
- Oh, yeah. He-he.

So what are you you doing
on Friday?

[instrumental music]

So, guess what? We got invited
to a party on Friday.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

So why don't you...

Um, yeah, get your hair done.

- Whatever you say, Rockefeller.
Jim: Ha-ha.

¶ Let your body go
you know you can do it ¶

¶ Like me ee meenie minie mo
there's really nothin' to it ¶

¶ Dance let your body go
you know you can do it ¶

¶ Like me ee meenie minie mo
there's really nothin' to it ¶

¶ You can do it
and you know... ¶¶

- Hey. How's it hangin', Ben?
- Don't call me Ben.

Benedict: I'm Special Agent.

Special Agent. Okay.

You don't make your wife
call you that at home, do you?

You really wanna talk wives,
Jim?

I don't know why you bother
with the charade,

it'd be a lot less stress
if you just told her

what you're really doing
to pay the bills.

What doesn't pay the bills,
Special Agent?

Well, it's your choice
if you want to live high end

on the pay of a low end snitch.

I'm not a snitch, you know?

I'm a paid employee
of the United States government.

That's what I said.

- Just coffee, thanks.
- Okay.

Um, I'll take
half a grapefruit please.

And the smallest scone
you got.

Alright.

So, what's it been, Jim?
A couple of months?

Yeah, yeah, something like that.

Yeah. Settling in alright?

You-- you like the house okay?

- Oh, I love the house.
- Kids happy in school?

Uh, I mean, as happy as any kid
during school, right?.

Getting along
with the neighbors okay?

Oh, yeah, getting along great.

You know John DeLorean
actually lives on our block.

- All sounds pretty idyllic.
- Yeah?

Yeah. No, it is.
It's pretty idyllic.

Do you think something's missing
missing from this equation now?

Something a little...
imbalanced?

Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe. I...

Maybe? Listen.

We're not in the business
of arresting

every street corner dealer
that catches your eye.

We've got bigger fish to fry.

Uh, no. No, no, no. Hey, look.

I told ya, I can't go there,
okay? The guy'll kill me.

Well, there's two versions
of the Morgan Hetrick story.

Version one, he's your pal,

and yet he sent you to Bolivia

and he hid a shitload of coke
in your plane.

Or you're in cahoots.

Your buddy organizes more
flights than Pan-Am.

He flies in half the coke
that comes into California.

Your buddy, Morgan Hetrick,
has millions

sitting in the Cayman Islands
he can't access

and we'd like to get
our hands on it.

So, you have a choice.

You work with us on this,

we bring him in, you go free.

You say no,

we fuck you out
of your nice house,

you go to prison,

your wife goes to prison

as an accessory

and your kids go in
to the system.

[dramatic music]

Actually, you don't have
a choice.

¶ I'm lucky so lucky ¶

Jim: Boy, look at this place.

How is this house across

the street from our house?

Hi...

- Well, not bad.
- Jim.

- Hi.
- How are you doing?

- Good. How are you?
- Oh.

- Great.
- Heh-heh.

Hi, I'm Cristina,
I'm John's wife.

- Ellen.
- So great to meet you.

You look so lovely.

Well, let me introduce you.

- Come on.
- Okay. Um...

- Ladies, this is Ellen.
- Hi.

Ellen's Jim
is in the airline business.

- Oh, neat.
- Yes.

We just moved in
across the street.

- Oh.
- Oh, lovely.

- Hi. Uh, can I get a drink?
Man 7: Yes, sir.

Um, whiskey on the rocks,
please.

[indistinct chatter]

Bill: Ladies and gentlemen!

Come out of the bar!

Come out of the half rooms.
Gather around.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to introduce you

to a man who needs
no introduction.

The most successful
auto executive in living memory.

The youngest ever, head of
a division at General Motors

and now founder
of the DeLorean Motor Company,

I give you Mr. John DeLorean.

- Thank you.
- Glad to meet you.

It's good to see you here.

Oh, hey, thank you so much.

Well, thank you, Bill.

Thank you, all. Um...

Boy, it's lovely
to see you all here,

um, but you know there's no
such thing as a free beer...

[laughter]

So you'll have to listen to me

bang the drum for our new car.

[laughter]

I know some of you
haven't signed up yet,

and I wanted to show you
something I received

in the mail today.

- It's a check...
- Ooh.

From a new investor
for $600,000.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

And, uh, what's the name
on that check?

It's a Mr. Johnny Carson.

[cheering]

And that's all well and good,
but I...

You know I wanted
to get serious for a minute.

In the America I grew up in,

a man was defined
by the work he did.

But there was precious
little work to be had.

Very few opportunities.

[instrumental music]

But that didn't stop me
from dreaming.

My father,

oh, he knew hard times.

But he was a smart man.

He said, "It's okay to dream

as long as you combine
those dreams

with hard work."

When I was 14,

he bought this battered down,
old Chevy

and took it apart
into 500 pieces

on our front lawn.

He said, "Son,

if you can put that car
back together, then it's yours."

And that's exactly what I did.

Three days and nights
it took me.

I didn't eat or sleep,
but I did it.

And when it was done...

that car drove like a dream.

And that is my intention
with the DeLorean motorcar,

to build a dream car,

something the great American
public can aspire to owning.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my
great pleasure to present to you

the latest design
for the DeLorean motor car.

Uh, Roy, Bill.

[dramatic music]

[crowd gasping]

[cheering]

[all gasping]

[cheering]

We're going to design a car,

we're going to build a factory,

we are going
to create 2000 jobs,

we are going to produce
30,000 cars a year

and we are going to do it all
in 18 months.

If you haven't signed up yet,

what are you waiting for?

[cheering]

- Nice job.
- Roy.

You know that's so amazing...

Everybody... [chuckles]

You really think
he can pull this off?

- Oh, I know he can.
- Yeah?

How long you been working
with him?

Since the very beginning.

John: Hey, good to see you.
Good to see you.

I want you take a look
at that car.

It's a good looking car.
Thank you.

[instrumental music]

[inhales deeply]

[sighs]

¶ Tu-ru-rut tu tu-ru ¶

¶ Winner take all ¶

¶ Winner
take all ¶

¶ Winner take all ¶

¶ Winner take all... ¶

[both chuckle]

Uh, what do you say we go home
and see what happens?

Yeah, it's starting to rain
in here.

Mm-hm.

- It's the DeLoreans.
- Okay, okay.

[clears throat]

Thank you so much
for a lovely evening.

Oh, thank you. It was lovely
to finally have you over.

- It's a beautiful house.
- Oh, thanks.

- Really. Absolutely.
- Jim, right?

- Yes, sir.
- Bill Mercer.

Vice president of whatever
the fuck he has me doing next.

- That's my wife, Ellen.
- Hi.

Why don't you
join us downstairs?

We're just lettin'
our hair down,

now that the pressure's off.

Oh, yeah. Uh-- uh,
that'd be great.

- You're okay with that, right?
- Yeah, fine.

I'll see you tonight.

[chuckling]

That husband of yours
is quite the charmer.

Only until you get to know him.

After tonight,
we have 175 dealers signed up.

That's $25,000 each,

plus a commitment to take
100 cars in the first year.

It needs to be 250, 300.

We'll get there, John.
It's a done deal.

- Nice shot.
- He-he-he.

You serve.

What so funny?

Guys, I've been around,
I know when I'm being pitched.

Uh-- uh, look, I-- I-- I know
I'm living in a nice house

in a swanky neighborhood,
but, uh,

I'm behind on the rent
and I don't know

where next month's is coming
from, so if you're looking

for an investment from me,
you might be, uh...

Well, you're barking
up the wrong tree.

[tapping bat]

Well, fuck you then. [chuckles]

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[all laughing]

If you're runnin' low on cash,
maybe you'd like to earn some.

- Ooh. Ooh-ooh.
- Oh?

Sure, I'm always up
for a little table tennis.

You mean, ping-pong?

Yeah. I call it table tennis.

Jim, it's ping-pong.

Alright.

Alright, 50 bucks if you can
take a point off me.

Hmm, I believe I might be

getting hustled here, sir, huh?

How do you hold this thing?
Is this right?

- Yeah, exactly like that.
- Am I doing this right?

Stop fuckin' around, come on.

Bill: Alright, John.

Alright.

[ball clacking]

Ooh!

[instrumental music]

Uh-oh.

Oh, no, John, John, come on.
Don't worry about it.

I mean, hell,
it's only table tennis, right?

Let me walk you out.

You know, Jim, I'm sorry
you're havin' a hard time.

And if there's anything I can do
to help, you let me know.

Oh, yeah. No, I mean,
I got a few things cookin'.

But, uh, I mean,
it should all work out,

but thank you for the thought.

Ah, that's what friends are for.

Yeah.

You know,
the thing about ping-pong...

When the game
first came to America

it was trademarked ping-pong
by these guys,

the Parker Brothers.

And they kept a strict control
over that name,

but it still made it
into the lexicon.

It's not a car.

It's not a sports car.

It's a DeLorean.

Hmm.

Yeah.

You don't hang out much,
do you?

Well, uh...

[chuckles]

- I travel a lot. I do.
- Yeah.

Hey, speakin' of which,
do you want me

to keep an eye on the house
when you guys are gone?

You know,
like clean the pool or...

This area probably
turns into a jungle--

Well, that would be, um...

Alright, I-- I can arrange
payment.

No, no, John, John, come on.

You don't have to pay me.

Really. It's okay.

Thank you, Jim.

Hey, that's what
friends are for.

I'm kidding, come here.

There it is.

Friends hug.

Alright, uh, please tell
Cristina thank you

from both me and Ellen.

[instrumental music]

Check, check, check.

Jim: Hi, I was looking
for Morgan.

- Who wants to know?
- Jim. Jim Hoffman.

I'll go check.

[recorder malfunctioning]
Check, check, check, check...

What?

- What's that?
- Check.

Please go check, yeah.
Thank you.

Alright.

[dramatic music]

[clears throat]

- He says, come on in.
- Oh, well, I mean, you know...

If he's busy, I can always come
back another time.

Morgan: Get in here!

Okay, yeah.

Jim Hoffman.

Hey, Morgan, hi.

- Long time, Jim.
- Uh, the place looks great.

You know, so do you.

Um, so, you still flyin'?

Where's my three million bucks?

Come on, Morgan,
we talked about this, okay?

- You know what happened.
- Well, I thought I did.

- And then you disappeared.
- I... No, I... No.

No, I didn't disappear.
No, no, I-- I just, you know,

I had to lie low for a while.
But I'm not hiding.

I wasn't, you know.
We're in the phonebook.

So, it's, yeah,
at least had to

go straight, you know for the...
for the family, so...

I'm-- I'm now doing some
consulting work

now with John DeLorean.

You know, the car guy?

So, he's makin'
this amazing car.

It's a car... It's got wings.

A flying car?

No, I mean, it doesn't fly,
you know it's just that--

- A flying car that doesn't fly.
- Yeah.

Sound like a sure fire fucking
hit to me, Jim!

Jim: Yeah, I know it's a littl--
- A flying car?

- That doesn't fuckin' fly.
- What're you doin', Morgan?

- Come on.
- What do you think, Katy? Huh?

I should just whack
this motherfucker?

Sure, why not?

- Come on, man...
- Hey, wait, Morgan. Stop.

- Calm down, okay.
- Calm down?

- Yeah, I'm your friend.
- You're my friend?

- Yeah! I was at your wedding.
- You know what?

My ex-wife
was at my wedding, Jim.

She fucked me over, too!

- Okay, that's a bad example.
- That is a bad example.

I'm gonna bash
your fuckin' head in.

Jim: Come on, Morgan, stop it.

- Stop it?
- Yeah.

What the fuck
are you doin' here, Jim?

The FBI!

Okay?

They came to talk to me.

They're askin' questions
about you.

- FBI? What kind of questions?
- Yeah.

Like, how we met,
how long we know each other--

Morgan: And what did you
fuckin' tell them, Jim?

I told them the truth, okay?

- You told them the truth?
- Well, not everything.

Obviously, but, come on, Morgan,
look, look, look, look, look.

I may be many things, okay?

But I'm not a snitch.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

[grunting]

[clears throat]

Forgetting something?

Oh! You're right, I'm sorry.

Hi, how are you?

Tape, the fucking tape.

The tape, yes, right.
Uh, I dumped it.

I dumped it.
I had to dump it.

- You dumped it?
- Yeah, the tape, the wire.

The whole thing,
I-- I-- I got rid of it.

- You dumped it where?
- In the trash.

But, no, no, no.
It's fine. It's okay.

Don't worry. It's good.
It's fine.

- It's fine?
- Yeah.

So he just goes to take out

the trash and he finds it.

And then it just fucks our whole
operation, but it's fine.

I got nervous.
I'm not Mr. Fuckin' Superspy.

- Jesus Christ, Jim.
- Okay, okay.

But, hey, at least
he and I are talking now.

That's a good thing.

I mean, we discussed,
the-- the, uh, money

in the Cayman's
and how to access it.

But we only have your word
for it and that's worth shit.

Look, from now on,

every time you see that fucker
you're wearing a wire.

Absolutely.
Absolutely.

Wh-- which I, you know,

I could say brings me
to my second issue.

You gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

Hey, look, hey, hold on, okay,
look, I realize that

you and I, we have never, uh...

We never discussed about my, uh,

you know, my cut.

- Your cut?
- Yeah, my cut.

My, you know, my percentage.

Look, man, Morgan finds out
what I'm doing, I'm a dead man.

It's only fair
that I'm, you know, entitled to

a little piece of whatever
you recoup from him, right?

You know what, just maybe
a little tiny piece.

You know, something like, um...

Well, I don't know what's fair.
Ten percent? Ten percent?

- Hm. Alright.
- A little. Yeah. Just a sliver.

- Entitled?
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, you see it's pretty
simple, Jim.

We have a way of working
these things out.

You get ten percent
of suck my fucking dick!

You're already
a paid government informant.

- Am I? Barely I would say. I--
- Jim.

- What?
- Must I remind you?

I'm the only thing

standing between you and prison.

Your job is to hook
Morgan Hetrick.

Is he hooked?
Isn't that why I'm here?

'Cause the last I checked,
he was in the Cayman Islands

countin' his fuckin' money.

I told you it was gonna take...

It's gonna take a little time

for me to earn back his trust.

I think you've been
spending so much time

partying with John DeLorean,
you forgot

what you're supposed
to be doing here.

I need less champagne...

- More cocaine.
- That's clever, you know.

And if you've got some sort of
misplaced loyalty

to Morgan or you think
you're protecting your family

by fucking this shit up,
you're sadly fuckin' mistaken.

The next time you call me,

it better be
for a good fuckin' reason.

Ten fuckin' percent?

The FBI will never ever
pay you ten percent.

You owe us. We don't owe you.

Your next check
is gonna be short a 126 bucks,

because that's how much
those wires cost.

Hey.

I could probably get you a
better deal on those, you know?

[upbeat music]

[children shouting]

Hey, that's a groovy little
camera you got.

- Hello.
- Betamax, man.

Uh-huh.

Any money you're not putting
into DeLorean,

put it into Betamax.

What money?

I don't know
why she bothers with him.

You know, he's chained
by a grandmaster.

Really?

Oh.

James Hoffman.
What is that German?

Yeah, I guess so.

You know, Jim,
everything is out there.

It just takes a bit of leg work.

But that's what I do.

I gotta say,
most people are kinda straight.

But every once in a while,
you come up against someone

who's just 90% bullshit.

Wants to hitch a ride.

The thing is, I haven't been
able to turn up

anything about you at all.

That worries me.

Yeah, that worries me too,
actually.

Oh.

- Hey, Ellen.
- Yeah?

Roy here thinks
I'm 90% bullshit.

Ninety?

[chuckles]

Howard: James D'Jong.

Or is it D'Yong?

- This is your birth name?
- Mm-hmm.

Is your wife even aware
that you are James D'Jong?

I mean, I think so. I-- I...

I actually don't know
if it's ever come up.

And what about Mr. DeLorean,
was he aware of your real name?

Your checkered history?

- I believe he was.
- You believe?

- You-- you discussed it?
James: No, but I alluded to it.

One of his executives
had me background checked.

Background check on a man
who has no criminal history,

never spent a night in prison,

has only filed one
somewhat suspect tax return

in the last ten years?

What background was there
to check?

James D'jong on the other
hand...

Well, one can see why you might
wanna change your name.

Hmm.

Oh, don't worry about him.

He's just antsy because
we're stalled on the money.

What're you talkin' about?
I thought you guys were

signin' 'em up left and right.

Not gonna raise 90 million

with penny antique
car dealerships.

GM thinks they've created
a monster and it scares them.

If Detroit is scared of you,
so is corporate America.

The fact is, I don't think
I've got a chance in hell

of raising 90 million.

So take it somewhere else.

Just like that, right?

I'm being serious.

Look, John...

Roy digs deep enough

he's probably gonna find
something you're not gonna like.

Truth is, I've flown

all kinds of shit
all over the world.

Bangkok, Bolivia...
There're all types of people.

The one thing I've learned is
that there is a deal to be made

everywhere, always.

Right now we might be livin' in,

oh, sad cynical times,

but you're the goddamn
American dream, man.

People around the world
love that shit.

So I say, you know,
they don't love you here...

just, uh, take it
somewhere they will.

Bring the American dream
to them.

It's an entire Atlantic ocean
away from your primary market

and it's in the middle
of a fucking warzone.

Do you know
how many people were killed

in Northern Ireland last year?
Ninety.

Do you know how many people
were murdered in Detroit?

Nine hundred!

Do the fucking math.

You'd be starting from scratch.

The last thing they built
was the Titanic.

Man on TV: It's
John DeLorean's new sports car,

the DMC12.

Thirty thousand a year,
the production target

for the Northern Ireland plant,

with the first cars
to go to dealers this fall.

Oh! What's wrong?

Is your little buddy
in a faraway land

and can't come out and play?

Mm-hmm.

It think it's cute how you
always gets sad

when he's out of town.

Oh, come on.

Man on TV: The British
government spent

$120 million
for the plant.

For John DeLorean,
it's the realization of a dream

that started a long time ago.

Howard: So for 18 months,

while John DeLorean
was building his factory

providing jobs, helping bring
peace to a blighted country

you barely heard from.

No, you're not understanding
what I'm saying, okay?

Look, we'll... I will set up
the meeting, okay?

Jim: Well, I was tryin' to get

Morgan Hetrick to part
with his money.

If we set up a meeting,
you probably will.

See, she's smart.

Look, are you gonna
call him or not?

Morgan: I'm on it. Alright?

The Dayglow Bank. [laughs]

Howard: For 18 months, that is
a... that is a very long time.

Jim: Yeah, well, he had three
million reasons

not to trust me.

Mr. Hoffman, we've heard of your
escapades in the drug business.

Yet, no jail time.

We've heard of your dealings
with nefarious criminals,

yet still alive
to tell the tale.

Mr. Hoffman, it must be said

you live a charmed life.

Not sure my wife would agree
with you.

We never seem to really get
ahead of ourselves, you know?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, you'll get there.

Now, just look at John,
one minute

he's tryin'
to sweet talk car dealers.

The next, he's got
this office on Park Avenue.

- Park Avenue.
- Oh, my God, yes.

You should see it.

Marble everywhere.

Marble.

Fuck them and fuck their marble.

What... What're you
talkin' about? Who? Who? Who?

- What's wrong?
- John and Cristina.

It's marble this
and marble that.

- Why don't we have any marble?
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

What are you doing? Come here.
Here, look at me.

Hey, marble's only good
for two things, okay?

Gravestones and marbles.

You do know
marbles aren't made of marble,

they're made of glass.

I don't know that.
I had no idea. I-- I didn't...

I didn't know that.

What would I do without you?

I would run around
sounding like a dipshit.

Hey, look, baby. You know,
you got to realize something.

In the America that I grew up in

a man was defined
by the work that he did.

But it never stopped me
from dreaming, okay?

When I was nine months old,
my daddy

bought me a beat up,
old Chevrolet.

He broke it down
to 42,000 pieces

and I put it together
with my hands and my tool.

My tool! What? What? What?

[instrumental music]

John: I know
it's incredibly complicated,

but you just have to trust me.

Molly: I do trust you,
but then...

you can't move money around
like that.

John: Why not? It's my money.
Molly: No, it's not.

Molly: Christ, John.
If someone finds out--

John: Well, that's why
we're switching...

Jim.

Ellen: Jim!

What?

Ellen: Hurry! Hurry! Quick.

- Jim, come here. Look.
- What's goin' on?

I think it's clear
what's going on.

Jim: Oh, come on.

They work together.

Ellen: Something's going on.

He's just trying
to calm her down.

I-- I don't know
what the big deal is.

Oh, my God, you think
you're so good with people,

but you don't even see when it's
right in front of your face.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

H-- He's so full of shit.

- He cheats at chess.
- How do you know?

- You don't play chess.
- And now this thing with Molly.

Oh, come on, that's bullshit.

John is as straight
as an arrow, he is.

You think that,
but look at his chin.

That's where
the bullshit starts.

Okay, I'm sorry, his chin?

Wh-- what about his chin?

Haven't you ever looked
at those old pictures

hanging in their house?

He has no chin.

Now he has a chin.
Think about it.

- Really?
- Think about...

- Hey, uh, I better go, okay?
- What is that?

What time are you
pickin' up the kids from school?

- Baby! Baby!
- It's a button.

What is that? No, no, no, no!
This... [gasps]

- What the fuck?
- It's just a gadget that...

- Oh, shit! Okay--
- What is going on?

Jim: Let me explain, okay?
I-- I-- I'll explain.

- What's going on?
- It's not a big deal, hon.

Okay, here, look, look, look.

Let's just sit down
and I'll explain everything.

No, no, no, no, no, you sit down

and you tell me
what the fuck?

- Here, it's no big deal--
- Sit!

Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, look, I...

Okay, no better way to say it
than just to say it, right?

You know, I can beat around the
bush or sugar coat, I'm gonna--

I'm about to lose
my shit right now.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!

Look, I, um...

I... I work for the FBI.

- You're in the FBI?
- Yes.

I mean, no.
No, I-- I-- I'm not in the FBI.

I-- I work for the FBI.

You know, u-- undercover,
like a spy.

- You're a spy?
- Exactly, yeah. Or no!

No, I'm not a spy. I'm...

They would classify me
as an informant.

But I am part of, you know,
President Reagan's

War on Drugs, so I just
never told you about it,

because I didn't want you
to worry.

I don't understand.

Well, that's because
it's a lot to take in.

No, no, no. I understand
what you're saying.

But I-- I don't understand

what you're fucking saying.

You're in the airplane business.

Well, no, not anymore, but
that's how this all got started.

How long has this been going on?

Ah, six months.
Six months, that's it.

I mean, three years total,
I guess.

Three years?

Mm-hmm, yeah, that's all.

- Three years.
- Mm-hmm.

- Three fucking years?
- Oh, no, no, baby, baby.

- Three fucking years?
- Hey, listen to me.

- You--
- Listen to me.

We moved here to start over.
You promised!

- Hon, we did start over, okay?
- You promised!

- I know, we did.
- You promised me!

Look, it's all incredibly
complicated.

Remember the guy that I told you
about Morgan, Morgan Hetrick?

He's the one that organized
our whole Bolivia trip.

- He set you up.
- Yeah, exactly.

He set me up, okay?
Baby, look, I...

They caught me with a plane load
of cocaine, alright?

They were never gonna
just let me walk away, alright?

I have to give them Morgan,

otherwise
they will send me to prison

for a very, very long time.

Okay, and I know that it must be
very upsetting to you to think

about it, but-- but it is
situation that we are in.

- We?
- Yeah, we.

Why we? What's we?

Because you were on the plane
too.

They've been threatening me
with all sorts of stuff.

You wouldn't even believe it
lately.

What they would do with you or

where they'd send our kids.

- It's overwhelming.
- Oh, my God.

I mean, I feel so good,
I've been living

with this burden for so long,

it feels so good
to finally share it...

- No. Nothing to worry about.
- Oh, my God!

Honey, I'm not happy
about it either, hon.

Look, you really think
I wanna take the government

payin' our fuckin' rent.

They pay our rent?

- Yeah, they pay for everything.
- They pay our rent?

Yeah, but not enough in my
opinion, but that's

a whole separate issue.

I could really use your help

strategizing about it, you know.

Hey, honey,
look, look, look, look!

Once I-- I get through
with this,

then we're home free, alright.

I am doing this for us!

Hell, I'm doing this
for America!

You are delusional!

What the...
We have children.

- What if this-- this-- this...
- What? Who? Morgan?

- Morgan, what if he finds out?
- He won't.

He won't. He's not gonna.

Hon, look, I've actually
found something

that I'm kinda good at.

Fuck you!

Okay, stop. Ellen, stop!

Okay, where-- where
are you goin'?

I'm gonna go and get the kids

and take 'em to my mom.

No, please, don't. Okay,
what do you want me to do?

I'll do anything.
What do you want?

- What do I want you to do?
- Yeah.

I want you to just stop.

Can you please, please
just stop fucking up my life?

Please.

Every time, every time like
a little piece of sunshine

starts to shine, you just come
and you stomp on it.

What if this guy comes
and kills us?

[instrumental music]

[Ellen sobbing]

Man on radio: The DeLorean
is the most awaited sports car

in automotive history.

Drive the DeLorean
and live the dream.

[screaming]

Hey, is this him?

That guy with the flying car?

Yeah, that's him. Yeah.

Looks like your buddy's
flying car's really taken off.

Yeah, you can say that again.

Hey, you should meet him.

- Meet John DeLorean?
- Yeah, sure. Why not?

In-- in fact, you know they're
having a party this Saturday.

You guys should go. Yeah?

I gotta make a call.
I'll be right back.

Do you think he would mind?

Morgan. Morgan. Morgan.

Can we party with John DeLorean?

Sure, we can.

[upbeat music]

¶ Get down on it ¶

¶ Get down
on it ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶

¶ Get down
on it ¶

¶ How you gonna do it if you
really don't wanna dance ¶

¶ By standing on the wall? ¶

¶ Get your back up
off the wall ¶

¶ Tell me ¶

¶ How you gonna do it if you
really don't wanna dance ¶

¶ By standing on the wall? ¶

¶ Get your back up
off the wall ¶

¶ 'Cause I heard
all the people sayin' ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶
¶ Come on and ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶
¶ If you really want it ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶
¶ You gotta feel it ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶
¶ Get down on it ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶
¶ Come on and ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶
¶ Baby baby ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶
¶ Get on it ¶

¶ Get down on it ¶

¶ I say people ¶

¶ What? ¶
¶ What you gonna do? ¶

¶ You've gotta get
on the groove ¶

¶ If you want your body
to move ¶

¶ Tell me baby ¶¶

Cut the music.

[music stops]

Hello?

Yeah, hold on just a second.

Sorry, folks, we'll get back
to the dancing

in just one second.

John DeLorean.

I've got Johnny Carson
on the phone.

[all gasps]

John: Hey, Johnny!

Johnny on phone:
DeLorean, you sold me

a piece of shit.

[all laughing]

Good joke, Johnny.

How's it taking those corners?

Johnny: God dammit, I'm serious!

It broke down five minutes
from the showroom.

Johnny, you've got one
of our first models

and there's bound
to be teething problem,

so we'll send a new car out to
you first thing in the morning.

Johnny: You already did that
and it broke down again,

you fucking fraud!

What the fuck!

[laughs] Hey, that's why
I used the number one

talk show host
in America, right?

Alright, let's kick it!

¶ Dancin' dancin' dancin' ¶

¶ She's a dancin' machine ¶

¶ Oh babe move it baby ¶
¶ Mmm bop doo wop ¶

¶ Automatic systematic ¶

¶ Full of color self contained
tuned and gentle... ¶

Never take a call from that
cocksucker Carson again.

And never ever fucking ever
put him on speaker phone

unless you know exactly
what he's going to say.

You made me look
like a fucking idiot!

¶ She's movin'
she's groovin'... ¶¶

Roy: You've been
flapping your mouth

and you don't know
what you're talking about.

I know more about this than
the lot of you put together.

I would keep my mouth shut
if I were you.

- What, you now threatening?
- Hey, hey, hey!

- Get your hands off...
- Hey, hey, hey!

Everything okay here?

Everything's fine.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Mind your own business.

There you are.

I hear you're expecting someone.

Oh, yeah, I hope it's okay,
I invited a couple of friends,

you know, I...
People I wanted to...

[chuckles]

Uh...

[giggles]

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Nice to see you.
- You as well.

You know, it's important
for us that our friends, um,

share in our success and we
wanted to give you something

as a, uh, a token
of our friendship.

[cackles]

I will be getting this
in the divorce, anyway.

[all laugh]

¶ Funtime ¶

¶ Strolling
in the sunshine... ¶¶

So, why did you come back?

- The sex.
- Oh!

And I knew what I was getting
into when I married you.

You're not a bad man.

You're just an idiot.

[laughs]

Oh, hell yeah. [chuckles]

Whatever you have to do
just do it,

but finish it.

Okay.

Hey, Morgan! Hi!

I-- I didn't think you guys
were gonna make it.

- Helen. Finally.
- Ellen.

We have heard so much about you.

All lies I'm sure.

I have a migraine,
so I'm gonna go

drive home
and, um, I'll see you later.

Did the FBI suggest you invite
Mr. Hetrick to the party?

No, that would've been my idea.

Okay, why? Wha...

He-- he wasn't an acquaintance
of Mr. DeLorean.

No, sir, not of John.

Come on, uh,
let me introduce you.

Hey, John. John.

I-- I-- I just wanna

introduce you
to a good friend of mine.

This is Morgan Hetrick and Katy.

Well, welcome, welcome.

John, I'm hearing great things
about your car.

What then was the purpose
of inviting a man

who is the subject of a major
FBI investigation

to a social event

w-- with your friend
John DeLorean?

Ah, well, I suppose
in retrospect

I was showing off for Morgan.

At that point, you know,
John was a pretty big deal.

Let me get you some drinks.
Come on.

Cristina.

Why did you bring that man here?

- Who, Morgan?
- Yeah.

- Well, I...
- Yeah, Morgan Hetrick.

He's, he's a drug dealer.

What? He is?

- A-- are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah.

I know him from a long time ago.

You wanted him to think
that you moved

with the movers and the shakers.

- Sure.
- And how'd they get on?

Was this the beginning
of the alleged plot?

No, no, but, um,

Mr. Hetrick certainly
made an impression.

[laughing]

Are you fucking kidding me? This
is the bedroom! Get out of here!

- They're like Ken and Barbie!
- Oh, you gotta be kidding me?

- Hey, put those back right now!
- Oh...

She's just so delicious
and elegant.

We're gonna get out
of this room. Get out.

Come on. Let's go, guys.
It's important. Okay?

It's a... Can you put
the dresses back, please? Okay?

Can you put 'em back? Beautiful
singing voice, alright?

Oh, I would fuck her for sure.

Oh, I know you would, baby.

Come on, let's get out
of here, please?

- Jim, Jim!
- Alright? Please?

He said to make ourselves
at home!

- This is not what he meant...
- No, he didn't.

- But come here.
- What? What're you doing?

- Okay? I...
- It's worth a blowie.

Oh, my God! No, no, no, no, no.
Clean this up.

- Don't do this in here.
- Oh, this ain't for me, Jim.

- What're you talking about?
- This is for you.

Jim: No, I'm... What? No, no,
no, no. I'm good, okay?

I'm not gonna...
What the fuck are you doing now?

She has so many clothes.

I just, I wanna see
if she even notices.

Yeah, she's gonna notice. Okay?
Please, don't put that dress on.

Morgan: Jim, I insist.

If we are gonna work together,

we gotta be able
to play together.

I'm not gonna do it, okay?

- Jim?
- I'm not gonna do it.

Do it, Jim!

Morgan: Do it!
Katy: Do it!

- Do it! Do it!
- Okay. Okay.

Okay, fine. God, this isn't
funny. I'll do...

I'm gonna do a, just a,
a half a line here.

[sniffs]

- Okay?
- Yes!

Good? Good. Okay?

Can we go now, please?
Everybody?

Let's go.

[Morgan laughs]

Oh, my God. Wh-- wh-- what
is going on right now?

What was that?
What is going on?

- Jim...
- Oh, boy. What?

We'd like to cut in
little angel dust.

- Oh, my God.
Morgan: Dad's a little bad.

Okay, I've noticed.
I really--

- You okay, Jim?
- That's not, that's not funny.

I'm gonna be fine,
but I need you to...

Katy! Hey! Hey!

¶ Boogie no more ¶

¶ Listen to the music ¶

Hey, what you're doing?

- Ha-ha-ha!
- Come on, now!

[music continues]

¶ There's no time to waste ¶

¶ Let's get this show
on the road ¶

Mm! Mm! [gasps]

Don't touch me!

Yummy!

Shit. Katy!

[squealing]

What the hell
were you thinking...

I know, I know, I just...

[indistinct chatter]

¶ Listen to the music and... ¶

[moaning]

She's wearing my dress!

I've got it under control, okay?

It's fine. Don't worry...

Oh!

[cheering]

[laughing]

Whoo!

- Hey, lady?
- Ah! Oh, my...

Now it's party!

[screaming]

Hey! Come here.
Come here. Come here. Come here.

Give me your hand.
Get out of the pool.

Hey! Don't do that!

Morgan! Morgan!

- Stop it.
Jim: Morgan!

Are you fucking kidding?

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

[screaming]

[laughing]

Goddamn it!

[laughing]

- I got you!
- I love you, baby!

¶ Boogie oogie oogie ¶

¶ Get down ¶

¶ Boogie oogie oogie ¶

¶ Get down ¶

¶ Boogie oogie oogie ¶¶

John and Cristina are pissed.

Whole night was a fucking
nightmare!

The only good thing about it
is that you're back home.

Oh, there's one other
good thing.

[laughing]

Oh, that's right.

Wait...

But where's the key?

What the hell's this?

It's a coupon for 25 percent off

a brand new DeLorean
at our nearest dealer.

- What the fuck?
- What did you think?

He was gonna give you
a brand new car?

Yes! Yeah!

I mean, come on.
The guy's got thousands of 'em.

What... it's a lot better than
this shit.

Mr. Hoffman, did you expect
to benefit financially

from your association
with John DeLorean?

Uh, no, sir.

You didn't repeatedly hint
that a free DeLorean car

might be in order?

- No, sir.
- Why not?

You being such a important
consultant.

Uh, well,
to tell you the truth,

it wasn't a very good car.

[indistinct chatter]

Flattered to deceive.

Jim: Uh, by the time
it came to market

everything original about it
had been striped away.

I mean, he just couldn't make
the car he wanted to

with the, with the money he had.

I-- I-- I actually felt
sorry for him at that point

'cause there he was schlepping
himself around the world

attempting to sell this,

this dream he didn't
even believe in any more.

Well, that's quite an insight
for a man with no experience.

Well, I know cars.

You know, John knows cars.
Obviously, he...

Boils down to the fact that
the car wasn't good enough.

- You know, just ask him.
- Okay.

- Mr. Hoffman, I don't think--
- Well, ask him.

Eh, the car wasn't good enough,
was it, John?

Am I right? Uh, I mean,
that's the problem here.

- Not all this other shit.
- Mr. Hoffman!

[gavel thumping]
Settle! Settle down.

Mr. Hoffman,
the car is not on trial here,

and neither are you.

I know. I know. Sorry.

Judge Takasugi: Mr. Weitzman.
- Y-- y-- yes, Your Honor.

But we are getting
to the crux of the matter.

Mr. Hoffman,
if cars are clearly your thing

and the DeLorean was,
in your eyes,

such a disappointment,
is this perhaps reason enough

to betray your friend
and neighbor?

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

Oh, John, just this once.

Alright, it's okay.

Yeah.

Fuck!

John?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

No. Don't you say anything.

If it comes from anyone,
it comes from me.

That bitch! That fucking bitch!
You were right.

What about Belfast?

Alright.

Do that.

Molly's gone
to the fucking papers.

- Fuck!
- Why would she?

[John sighs] I got to go
to Belfast.

- Now?
- Mm-hm.

I'll get your case.

[phone ringing]

Yep. Bill...

No, I'm not gonna talk
to every fucking...

Yeah, I'll take the "Times."
Patch 'em through.

Molly. I told you.

Hey, John, anything I can do?

No. No.

- Should we go?
- No.

- Just finish the caviar. Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yes, Jeff, I absolutely refute
these allegations.

No company in the world has been
subjected to more scrutiny

from you gentlemen in the press,

from auditors, from accountants.

[indistinct chatter]

John: Look, Jeff,
off the record...

Okay. On the record,

she's nothing more than
a glorified secretary,

and she wasn't even
up to that job.

Can we go, please?

John: There are no such thing
as secret

Swiss bank accounts.

Molly Gibson had absolutely
no access

to detailed financial records.

That is it.

She had access to everything.

Fucking everything! Fuck!

Mr. Hoffman, you are aware
that these allegations

of financial impropriety
were fully investigated

by the British government
and dismissed.

Dismissed. Absolutely.

Ladies and gentlemen, the truth
is that while John DeLorean

was in the eye of the hurricane,
so to speak,

Mr. Hoffman's sole contribution

was that of a glorified
groundskeeper.

Jim: That is not true.

I cleaned his pool as well.

[people laughing]

John: Doin' a good job
down there.

[Jim laughs] Hey.

What's up, John?
I didn't know you were back.

Got in last night.

You want a beer?

Sure.

There was a moment there
when it was absolutely perfect.

[John sighs]

I don't have the cash
to make payroll.

Renault is going to stop
supplying our engines.

Of the 8000 cars we've built,

I've sold maybe 3000.

I owe Bank of America
$20 million,

and they own every car
on this side of the Atlantic.

All of their loans
are being called in.

That facility is cancelled.

Well, I mean, you know,
things could get worse.

[both laugh]

It's over, buddy.

Wait a minute.
That's not... No. Uh-uh.

No. No, no, no.
I-- I-- I don't believe that.

Not for a second.
Eh, look...

You're-- you're gonna
think of something.

You'll work it out.
You always do, you know.

You know what? This is a lot
like that-- that...

The car that your
dad bought you.

No, it is.

Y-- y-- you got the whole thing

laid out in front of you
in a million pieces,

and-- and what did you do in
that situation?

You put that thing back
together.

You know, better than new.

Because that's...
I mean, that's who you are.

I appreciate your optimism, Jim.
But it's no good.

No, no, no.
Th-- th-- this is not optimism.

That's not what's goin' on here.
This is fact.

You are a remarkable guy.

You're a force of nature.

[chuckling]
You are.

Me, I'm full of shit.

Alright?
But I know I'm full of shit.

So there's charm in that.
You know? I think.

I hope. Right?

But, no, really. You,
you actually get stuff done.

Why don't you help me?

Absolutely. Whatever you need.

I need to raise $30 million
in the next ten days.

And there's no bank,
no hedge fund,

no investor who's going to
lend it to me.

But you know people.

[Jim chuckles softly]

I... [chuckles]

Now I have a good business.

I can make people very wealthy.

It's a cash flow problem.
Alright?

I need to raise
$30 million.

And you know people.

Bolivia. Thailand.
All the rest of it.

You know people.

[chuckles softly]

What are we talking about here,
John?

[exhales]

That I need your help.

I need this, Jim.

There are 2000 workers
in Belfast that need this.

You know, the joke is,
I could walk away now

and still be a very rich man.

But I can't do that.

I'm not that guy.

Can you help me, Jim?

[intense music]

[engine cranking]

[brakes screeching]

[exhales]

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music]

- You're early.
- Um-hm.

DeLorean wants me to set him up

with $30 million
worth of cocaine.

What?

John DeLorean...

$30 million. Cocaine.

If I put him and Hetrick
together,

that'd be a pretty sweet deal
for you, yeah?

Wait, wait, wait.
John DeLorean?

Why on earth would
John DeLorean--

Who gives a shit?
Hey, you want a big name

for President Reagan?
You wanna stop drowning?

I can give you John DeLorean
on a silver fucking platter.

And I'll do it.

All I ask is that,
my family and I go free,

my record is expunged...

and I get ten percent
of whatever

Morgan transfers to Davrow.

What's wrong, Special Agent?

This kind of decision
outside your pay grade?

I got to make a call.

[intense music]

[exhales]

Jim: Look, we never thought this
whole thing was gonna happen.

John was looking
for the funds legally but, uh,

you know, this whole drug thing
was a weird fantasy.

Right.

But, you know, then, once

the FBI got involved,

they got very excited about it.

And that's when we decided
to bring Davrow in.

Ah. Davrow.

Yeah, let's talk about Davrow.

Jim: There's nothin'
to understand.

It's a road trip. Okay? The guy
is under a lot of pressure.

We're all under a lot of
pressure.

Yeah, no, I know. Okay. But his
has a few more decimal points.

Okay? I'm just introducing him
to a banker right now.

Bill: Budget Rental Car's
talking about

taking a thousand cars.

They figure there are a lot of
people who don't necessarily

want to own a DeLorean,
but they would love

to experience driving one.

John.

- John.
- I just can't keep doing this.

They walk us up the aisle and
fuck us before we take our vows.

Alright, I got this other
meeting to go to.

- Are we set?
- All set.

- What other meeting?
- You're doin' a great job.

- Keep it up.
Bill: Why with him?

Why would you go to a meeting
with him?

[dramatic music]

Hey, hey, hey.

You built it. You drive it.

[engine cranking]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[engine revving]

Bill: ...specialize in building
money in high risk,

high yield investments.

John:
That just won't work, Bill.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[John chuckling]

What?

When I get this money
I'm going right back to...

[inhales]
going right back to that sketch.

[chuckles softly]

I want that feeling back.

And how it felt

when you're driving down
the street

in the car you built yourself.

And you know your dad's
watching you

and you just...

swell up.

[mellow music]

[engine revving]

You know, John,
it's not too late to back out

of this thing, right?

Because these guys, I mean...

they, um,
they're not good people.

And once they get their
hooks in you, it can really--

There are an awful lot of
families in Northern Ireland,

who need this.

Men and women not afraid
to stand up and be counted.

And if they can do it...

goddamn right, I can as well.

[music continues]

Nice to meet you.
James Benedict.

Um-hm.

Hi.

[chuckles softly]

I can't believe I'm here
with John DeLorean.

I saw you on TV.

- Well, I'm on TV a lot.
- I...

- Coffee?
- Black.

Benedict: I'm not sure that, uh,
TV is good for business.

I don't exactly relish
the spotlight.

Well, the way I see it,
the darkest dark

is the dark besides the
spotlight.

You can do anything there
and no one seems to notice.

Benedict: I like that.
The darkest dark...

So, uh, John, I, uh,
I like what I see of the, uh...

It's funny, they call it
the DeLorean

in front of John DeLorean.
But, uh, yeah. Great things.

Um, I love the wings.
They're futuristic.

Maybe I'll get a car
out of this.

[knock on door]

[door opens]

John.

[chuckling]

I guess fate has dealt you
a dirty blow.

- Well, I'm still swinging.
- Good for you.

[John chuckles]

- James Benedict.
- Morgan... Hetrick.

- Uh, coffee?
- Nope.

So, John.
What's the story?

The story is, the British
government has written off

two hundred twenty eight
million dollars of our debt.

But they won't pay us
the 94 they still owe us.

And that is exactly why
I stay away from anything

to do with governments.

[all laughing]

Morgan, I think we can all agree

that this could be the start of
a very good relationship.

Mutually beneficial.

Shall we?

Jim.

You're the point man on this.
Do you wanna...

Okay, well, we all know that

John is one of the finest
businessmen in-- in-- in,

on this planet. Umm--

Don't need a fucking
biography, Jim. What's the deal?

Uh, you know, I'm not really
sure where to start. Um...

The deal is, my company's worth
hundreds of millions of dollars.

Anyone who's looked at our books
agrees on that.

But I've hit a cash flow problem

and I need to plug the gap.

I have two million,
I need to turn it

into thirty million
within eight days,

or we lose control.

- Jim?
- Yeah.

So, uh, we need you to go down
to Columbia

and pick up the merchandise.

I don't sell.
I don't distribute.

It's not my game.

Yeah, we're not asking you
to do that.

We have someone for that.

Who?

- I don't like--
- His name is John Vicenza.

This is what he does.

He put a lot of money
through this bank.

A lot of money.

So everything goes smooth,

everybody gets their cut,

John gets to keep his company,

and, uh, we get an option
to invest, to diversify.

Because if you do too much here,
it raises flags.

Yeah, absolutely,
nature of our business,

we move money all over the world
without explaining it.

Okay.

Got to admit.

You make me nervous.

[Morgan puffing]

Jim. Jim. Jim.

We have history.

What kind of history?

The wrong kind.

Morgan: Look, I don't want
any kind of thing structured

where Jim here has a chance
to fuck around.

- Okay?
- Oh, boy.

I mean, what if Jim
takes the monkeys.

Jim says
I'm going to my dealer.

Jim comes back with
some bruises.

Jim says someone
stole the monkeys.

Benedict:
That's not gonna happen, Morgan.

First, Jim's money is
tied up with me.

He knows if he does anything
funny, the money disappears.

And second, Vicenza.

Jim's head would be
on a platter.

And his wife's. And kids.

So, there's no worries
on that front.

You trust him?

[intense music]

As much as any man here.
[chuckles]

[laughing]

John: Alright, now,
if the Brits make a move

and, um, and the cash
isn't in the bank,

maybe I need some sort
of promissory note

I can present to them.
Would that be doable?

There's a lot of factors
involved, but, uh...

Yeah, we can look at that
all things being even.

Morgan?

I guess we got a deal.

[dramatic music]

Well, that went pretty well.

Morgan's a good pilot.
And he's careful.

And a contact for the monkeys.

- Stop saying monkeys.
- Morgan, he's--

Yeah, Morgan says it because
he's a piece of shit criminal.

Alright?
He's allowed to say monkeys.

You're not allowed to say
monkeys. Stop saying it.

You sound like a fucking idiot.

[phone ringing]

- Hoffman residence.
- Hey. I'm not ready to go.

But I ain't goin' nowhere
without John's two million.

- Any word?
- Uh, no, but, um, let me...

I-- I'll call you right back,
okay?

Hey, these guys do not
hang around. Alright?

You just get that fuckin' money.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

- Morgan, what?
- Yeah, I don't think so.

Hey, uh, don't worry.
Everything's under control.

Okay? I-- I just, um...

Look, John says
he has the money.

Yeah, well,
I say I have a nine-inch cock.

It doesn't make it true.

We need to show
he's an active participant,

not just a groupie.

I understand, okay? You got to
trust me here, okay? I...

Hello? He...

Shit! Shit!

[phone ringing]

- Hello.
- John. Hey.

Wh... Oklahoma?

What the hell's in Oklahoma?

Well, nothing, as it turns out.

Has Morgan, um...

Well, you know, I just got off
the phone with him.

Okay? So, he's ready to go.

He's not going anywhere until
you provide the finance.

John on phone: Uh, it's coming.
I have to be careful.

Hey. You're the one with the,
uh, the deadline, man.

I know that. I...
I will have the money.

Okay. Alright. W...
I just want you to understand.

I mean, it's got to be tomorrow

or-- or-- or the whole thing
is off.

Yeah. Tomorrow. Absolutely.

Okay. Hey, John...
John, just, you know,

level with me here, okay?

If you don't have the money,
just tell me now.

No, I have the money.

Okay. Okay.

[phone ringing]

Oh, boy.

- Hello.
- I don't have the money.

Goddammit, John!

I thought I had the money.
I don't have the money.

Okay, well, what the hell
am I supposed to do with that?

Well, cash flow has always
been the problem.

No, no, no! No, John.

No, you're fucking bullshit
has always been the problem.

Damn it.

[phone ringing]

- Now what?
Benedict on phone: You tell me.

[breathing heavily]
John doesn't have the money.

Yeah, I know he doesn't have the
money. What do you think?

I've been listening
to the Bee Gees all day?

So, fuck him, and fuck you!

Wait, no, no, no. Hold on.
H-- hold on a second.

Okay? I'm... Look, I'm...

Uh... We're not done yet. Okay?

Benedict: How the fuck did you
work that out?

You... You-- you have to
lend him the money.

What?

Well, Davrow has to
lend him the money.

Okay? It's an investment.

Hoffman, let me
get this straight...

You want the FBI to lend
John DeLorean

two million dollars
so that he can buy the cocaine

that we're going to
arrest him with?

Yeah, that's right.

You outta your fuckin' mind?

No...

[groans]
God!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

No, uh, Ellen,
it's not what it...

Morgan Hetrick, I get.
John is your friend.

No, no, no.
He is not our friend. Okay?

The guy waltz into our life
completely uninvited.

Uh-- uh, look, I like him, okay?

And, yes, he's done some
great things,

but at the end of the day,

he is as full of shit
as the rest of us.

- Don't you drag him down--
- Drag him?

No, he came to me, Ellen.

He wanted me to
set up a drug deal...

cocaine!

Okay? He wants to deal
in cocaine.

I mean, how fucked up
you have to be

to think you can
save your company

with a coke deal.

Huh? He's no better than Morgan.

You know... You know what?
Actually, he's worse. He is.

He sells this dream to people,

and it's all bullshit.

Okay, look,
if he goes through with this

then you and me, the kids,
we're home free. Okay?

We get millions.

Jim, what are you talking about?

- Oh--
Ellen: Jim--

I have a deal.

I have deal cut.

Alright. Ten percent
of whatever the FBI recovers.

Okay? We're talking millions.

You can have all the fucking
marbles that you want.

You can, yeah.
And it is what you deserve.

Honestly, it is.

After all the bullshit
that I put your through,

all the-- all the,
all the promises...

- This is another promise.
- No! No! Not...

Oh, baby, no.

Not this time. Okay, look.
Listen to me...

You have to trust me.

Okay? Just trust me
one last time, please.

[mellow music]

[inhales]

[exhales]

[music continues]

[engine revving]

Hey.
Hey, where's Morgan?

Oh, he's not here tonight.
He's got a hot date.

Hey, psst.
Join the party.

Go on.

Thanks.

Drink up.

[instrumental music]

[door creaking]

Jim: I remember the first time
we came here.

And I remember lookin' at you

and... thinkin' there was
something different about you.

I couldn't put my
finger on it, but...

But Ellen...

Ellen was... She, um...

You know,
she spotted it right away.

[snaps finger]

You know what it is?

It's your chin.

[chuckles]

You alright?

See, 'cause in your...
The old photos of you...

you don't have much of a chin.

Now you have a chin.

See what I'm saying?

It's no secret,
I had a procedure.

You're chinless.

Alright, Jim.

You're a fake.

Because I had a procedure?

Half of California
has plastic surgery.

No, no, no.
Not because of that.

Because you are
inherently chinless.

I don't trust someone
who doesn't have a chin.

Now, Jim, I've done everything
I could to raise this money,

but unfortunately,
with the scrutiny I'm under,

I've been unable to--

No, no, no. I don't think
you had any intention.

I think you're just
stringing us along

'cause you're a fuckin'
chinless fake.

- Cut the shit!
- Hmm?

I was worried
you would fuck it up.

- Me?
- Morgan thinks you're a snake.

Morgan. Oh, yeah...
What, you talked to Morgan?

I talk to everyone,
that's what I do.

- Okay.
- You fucked him over.

Oh, okay.
That's what he told you, huh?

You guys have little chit-chats
and everything now?

That's good. Well, did he...

Did he tell you about him
and Cristina?

- Did that come up?
- Excuse me?

Oh...

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See. No, she...

Well, Morgan used to work
for this millionaire

that, that Cristina used to,
uh, see, like, date, or, uh...

Or how do you put it?

[groans]

What the fuck are you saying
about my wife?

[phone ringing]

I, nothing... Nothing.

I...

[ringing continues]

John: Hello?
- Uh...

[sighs]

Well, I can't thank you enough.

John, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have said that.

I... Well...

It's probably for the best this
whole thing's falling apart.

That was James Benedict
at Davrow.

He's gonna loan me
two million dollars.

[dramatic music]

Morgan just took off.

[crickets chirping]

Man on TV: With his firm,
and all the remaining jobs

that depend on it
on the brink of extinction,

DeLorean, a former
General Motors executive

vowed to fight on.

John on TV: The company's going
to survive as long as

I have a breath left in me.

[phone ringing]

Man on TV: Up until now,

the bank rolled DeLorean's plant
here at Belfast...

Hoffman residence.

Yeah. Morgan.

Okay. Yeah.
No, sounds good.

I'm on my way. Alright.

Man on TV: ...whether they'll
continue to bail out

the firm that bears
John DeLorean's name.

Let it sink.

[music continues]

Morgan: You look nervous.

Jim: Yeah,
'cause I am fucking nervous.

Where's the stuff?

I told you,
it's in the car with Katy.

Yeah, well, I hope,
there's some left.

You better hurry.

Hey.

Hey, gorgeous.

[clears throat]
Hey, lifesaver.

- Hey.
- Let's show him.

Uh-hmm.

- Holy moly!
- Mm-hm.

[Morgan chuckling]

[engine sputtering]

Holy moly!

[tires screeching]

[engines revving]

[tires screeching]

Morgan Hetrick, Katy Connors,
you're under arrest.

Morgan:
Motherfucking mother fucker!

- Step away from the car.
- Morgan...

How'd he... How does he...
How does he know me?

You fucker!

- I'm going to fuckin' kill you!
Katy: Get the fuck away from me!

You're fuckin' dead, Hoffman!

You're dead!

[laughing] Oh, yeah!

Fucked me twice...

Fucked me twice...
Ow! Okay, fuckhead!

Yeah. You too.

You'll pay, assholes!

- Don't say a word, baby!
- Don't push me. I'm going.

Morgan:
Don't say a fuckin' word!

I thought you were my
fuckin' friend.

You're dead, Hoffman!

[Morgan laughing]

Oh, you, motherfuck!
Watch the fuckin' hat!

[car door closes]

One down, one to go.

Hey, Jim.

You did good.

[instrumental music]

[birds chirping]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

[sighs]

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

Hey, everybody, work quickly
but cleanly.

Okay, he's gonna be
sitting there.

I want to be able to see
the expressions on his face

I want to be able
to see his hands on the coke.

Suspect's in red vehicle heading
north towards highway five.

[engine revving]

[dramatic music]

What are you up to, John?

You didn't actually
rebuild that car

on your father's lawn, did you?

No.

If I so much as stepped
on daddy's lawn

he'd have beaten six shades
of shit out of me.

Too bad. I like that story.

My father was
a born again alcoholic.

He made everyone's life
a misery.

You want me to tell them that?

History is written
by the victors.

I will be remembered.

My car will be remembered.

Our skuzzy coke deal will not.

Ping-pong.

[John chuckles]

Ping-pong.

[knocking on door]

Ellen!

[panting]

Cristina:
I know you're in there.

Open the door!

We have to talk.

[instrumental music]

[engine revving]

Come on!

[drill whirring]

[music continues]

Dammit! Now, what?

Great.

- John.
- What the fuck's he doing here?

Where are you going, John?
Open the window, Jim.

Open the window, Jim. Jim!

- What do you want me to do?
- Do what you have to do.

Come on, Jim.
You fuckin' piece of shit.

Hey, what the...
Get your hands off me.

- You're coming with us.
- I know my rights.

[indistinct chatter]

Benedict: Well, just make sure
you've got him

head to toe in there.

Lift the glass up, please.

[indistinct chatter]

I've got the champagne.

Has this been bugged yet?

So, what are you gonna do
if something goes wrong?

It won't.
John always has a plan.

I've been down this road before
and I love Jim,

I'm never gonna leave him

but if John
is just your golden ticket

then you need to have
a plan 'cause you will be

dragged down with him.

[phone ringing]

- Jim?
- Ellen, it's Bill.

I'm looking for John,
do you have any idea

where he is or Cristina or--

- Has something happened?
- No. What do you mean?

- What could've happened?
- No, nothing. Sorry, Bill.

- No, I don't know where--
- Oh, let me talk to him.

Give me the phone!

Bill.

Cristina, it's absolutely vital
that I speak to John

immediately,
we know he's in LA

but we can't find him.
You know where he is?

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

Well, you're moments away

from being a very rich man.

Howard: Okay, let me rephrase
the question.

Who first raised the subject
of a possible drug deal?

It's hard to say.
It just kind of came up.

H-- how did it just "come up?"

Well, one minute it wasn't there
and the next minute, it was.

- Hurry up, come on.
- They're in the lobby.

Heading upstairs.
Let's get everything ready.

Okay. Got it.

Agent 1: Hide that,
hide that. Go.

[intense music]

Mr. DeLorean, excuse me, sir.
Is it, Mr. DeLorean?

I have a call for you, sir.

I'll transfer the call to the
house phone, right over there.

So did he-- he just call you
and-- and-- and say,

"Hey, man, I need $30 million

to save my company,
let's do a drug deal?"

Jim: What are we talking
about here, John?

That I need help.

It's just not cut
and dry like you want.

I-- I-- it really isn't.

That's v-- very different
than suggesting

a-- a-- drug deal,
don't you think?

Well, it is and it isn't.

He may have alluded to it.

You don't think
that Thomas Edison...

or Ford or Kennedy didn't cut
a few corners

every now and then
for the greater good?

Is any of this alluding
to be found

in the many hours of FBI tapes

of your phone calls
with Mr. DeLorean?

Uh, no. This predates that.

John DeLorean.

John, we have a deal

to save the car, the factory...

- Everything.
- Bill.

Bill: Minit Financial came
through with a 100 million

but you need
to sign it now, today,

before the Brits get wind of it

or there'll be no company
left to save.

- I have a deal here.
Bill: No, you don't.

You have a life sentence.

You need to sign this.

[instrumental music]

- I can't do it, Bill.
- Why, for Christ sake?

This is what we've been breakin'
our asses for.

Because they'll own the company.

At best,
I'll be a figure head

and most likely
they'll push me out.

Bill: You can't just throw it
all away like this!

So, basically,
what it all comes down to

is your word against his.

The word of a man
who even according to you

is one of the most respected
businessmen in the world.

And that of a drug smuggler

and government informant.

[dramatic music]

Okay, we've got
about 30 seconds.

[indistinct chatter]

Benedict: Come on.

You know
the biggest mistake we made?

[exhales] Making all the cars
the same color.

Sure, they're futuristic
looking but...

should've had a variety.

Once we secure the company,
we're going to come out

with a whole range of colors

and it's going to be amazing.

Are you okay, John?

[sighs] Sure.

You know, I never thanked you
properly, Jim,

and I always meant to.

W... Hey...

[intense music]

Don't do this, John.

Just go home to Cristina.

Work somethin' else out.

I'll go in here alone and just

call the whole thing off,
alright?

No, you're missing the point.

John DeLorean always leads
from the front.

That's why he's John DeLorean.

Right?
Everything's gonna be fine.

[knocking on door]

John, glad you could make it.

- This is John Vicenza.
- Hello. Alright.

- Heard a lot about you, John.
Vicenza: Hi.

Vicenza: Kind of a different
world for you, huh?

Well, you'd be surprised.

I, uh, took the opportunity
of ordering some champagne.

Well, [chuckles] it, it seems
like a day for champagne, huh?

Benedict: Now...

[DeLorean chuckles]

Um, are the, uh,

are the, uh, monkeys here?

[chuckles] Some.

Uh, the rest are downstairs.

John: Mm-hm.

[dramatic music]

Oh!

[laughing]

We got a quite a party here.

It's, uh...

Go ahead, John.

Pick it up.

[dramatic music]

Well, that's better than gold.

Gold weighs more than that,
for goodness sakes.

[both laughing]

So, here's to, uh,
to a lot of success for everyone

and, uh, for all those,
those phone calls.

Huh? Jim?

Thank you.

[mellow music]

Hi, John. Jerry West.
I'm with the FBI.

You're under arrest
for narcotic laws violation.

[music continues]

I, um, I don't understand.

I'm going to advise you
of your rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be provided.

Do you understand your rights?

[intense music]

John Z. DeLorean, former top
executive with General Motors

more recently the creator
of a slick sports car

that bore his name,

today faced federal drug charges
in Los Angeles.

John DeLorean, the flamboyant
former GM executive

remains in custody tonight
on federal drug charges.

Man on TV: They found several
pounds of cocaine.

Don Oliver on TV: The FBI
would rather call it

an undercover investigation

but it was a semi-classic
sting operation.

The FBI agent said DeLorean
had been under surveillance

for five months.

Man on TV: $24 million
cocaine deal.

The FBI says, he was the...

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Man on TV: DeLorean claims
Jim trapped him

in the drug deal, while FBI
agents posing as drug dealers

open a suitcase full of cocaine.

They could receive federal
prison terms of up to 15 years.

Driven and finally desperate
for success.

Woman on TV: DeLorean himself is
out of jail on bail

in California. We have more
on that from Dennis Murphy.

Dennis on TV: Last night wearing
the same suit he was arrested in

eleven days before,
John DeLorean walked

from federal prison
and embraced his wife.

His travel
is restricted to parts

of California and New York.

DeLorean 's next court
appearance is in a week...

[dog barking]

[instrumental music]

You fell for it.

Fell for what?

Jesus, John, what are you doing?

I'd be within my rights
to shoot you dead.

John, don't be an idiot. Okay?

It's only gonna
make things worse. Just stop.

[gun clicks]

It's not really my style.

[sighs]

How are you, Jim?

I'm okay.

You?

[chuckles]

How's Cristina?

Well, she's hired a designer
to make her a new outfit

for everyday of the trial.

That's gonna be
a long trial so...

That's what we in the automobile
industry

call an exit strategy.

Sorry to hear that.

- John, I'm sorry about--
- No.

Don't.

You saw an opportunity
and you took it.

I trust you were amply rewarded.

No.

Boy, they always find a way
to fuck us, don't they?

Yeah.

[intense music]

Benedict: Stay focused.

Stay calm.

Stay honest.

Look them in the eye.

Be polite and respect.

Howard: Mr. Hoffman,
i-- it's quite simple,

did John DeLorean suggest
the drug deal?

Because if he did, then he is
a willing participant.

But if he didn't,
then he is the victim

of an outrageous FBI entrapment.

[dramatic music]

So, which is it?

Did John DeLorean suggest
the drug deal?

Jim: Well...

[music continues]

[mellow music]

Can you help me, Jim?

Well, it's hard to say.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct whispering]

Judge Takasugi: Settle.
Settle down.

[gavel thudding]

[music continues]

[inhales sharply]

"The United States of America
versus John Z. DeLorean.

We, the jury, in the above
entitled case,

find the defendant,
John Z. DeLorean, not guilty

as charged in count one.

Not guilty as charged
in count two.

Not guilty as charged
in count three.

Not guilty as charged
in count four.

Not guilty as charged
in count five.

Not guilty as charged
in count six."

[indistinct chatter]

Woman: Mr. DeLorean,
will you plan

to resume your career
in the auto industry?

Would you buy
a used car from me?

[all laughing]

All you had to say was
it was his idea.

That's all you had to do.

Well, you and your family
can kiss goodbye to California.

And say hello to Boise, Idaho.

Because that's where witness
protection is sending you.

I'll make sure of that.

It's been a long journey,
but in the end,

I think justice was served.
Okay. Thank you, everyone.

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[phone ringing]

Oh, that's a big help. Thanks.

Ellen: Jim. The phone's for you.

Can you pick it up?

Honey?

Babe, the phone's for you.

Jim: Hello?

Okay. Okay, leaving now.

Alright. Bye.

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

Hello, John.

How are you doing?

My name will live in infamy.
But I'm free.

And single.

I guess not everyone needs
a DeLorean.

[both laughing]

Oh, that's good, that's good.

Mm, so, wh... Now, what?
What, uh...

Well, I'm designing another car

and this one is gonna have
all the bits

I was forced to leave out in the
last one and it's gonna be...

It's gonna be really special.

Oh, you mean...

something like that?

[instrumental music]

Figured I'd hold onto that
for you

on the off chance
you might want it back someday.

It means a lot, Jim.

[music continues]

Well, I've got to...

[keys clanking]

[music continues]

Love this guy.

[music continues]

[engine cranking]

[chuckles]

Come on. Here we go.

[upbeat music]

You gotta be kidding me.

[engine cranking]

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

¶ Oh ¶

¶ Mama ¶

¶ We're stopping
at the green light girl ¶

¶ Because I want
to get your signal ¶

¶ No going
at the green light girl ¶

¶ Because I want
to be with you now ¶

¶ You are my special ¶

¶ You are
my special ¶

¶ You are my midnight
midnight yeah ¶

¶ So sweet ¶

¶ So fine ¶

¶ So nice ¶

¶ All mine ¶

¶ Mine mine ¶

¶ Mine
mine ¶

¶ Ooooh ¶

¶ Ooh ¶

¶ Ooh ¶

¶ Ooh ¶

¶ Ooh ¶

¶ We're stopping
on the highway girl ¶

¶ 'Cause I want to burn my gas ¶

¶ There's one girl that I know
I'm never gonna pass ¶

¶ She is my special ¶

¶ She is
my special ¶

¶ She is my midnight
midnight yeah ¶

¶ So sweet ¶

¶ So fine ¶

¶ So nice ¶

¶ All mine ¶

¶ Mine mine ¶

¶ Mine
mine ¶

¶ Ooh ¶

[music continues]

¶ Oooooh ¶

¶ Yeah ¶

¶ So sweet ¶

¶ So fine ¶

¶ So nice ¶

¶ All mine ¶

¶ Mine mine ¶

¶ Mine
mine ¶

¶ Ooh sugar ¶¶

[upbeat music]

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