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Okay, try it again.

Okay, okay!

Stop, stop!

I didn't say get out of the truck,

I said stop. I need you back in there.

We're never going to get out of Florida, are we?

I don't know.

Does the secret cabal that runs this race have roadside assistance?

Tully, this next checkpoint is 400 miles into the next state.

-I am aware of that. -And he said, we had to make it before dark,

which means either an elimination round

or a penalty I don't even want to think about.

I thought you said getting there fast wasn't enough.

Yes. But getting there at all is helpful.

Shouldn't you be trying to figure out the clue?

Um, he gave us a ticket with an address.

I think I figured it out. Go to this address.

Yeah, I'm need you back in the truck.

-You want me to try it again? -No.

Wow, dude, did you see who that was?

They're done, Homes.

I knew that piece of crap they were driving

wouldn't make it out of the state.

I'm surprised this one made it into state.

What? What are you talking about, man?

This car is primo, baby.

In a vintage car show, maybe.

But in a cross-country road race?

It's not exactly what you call fuel efficient.

Not the sturdiest thing either.

And the upholstery's a little...

Anyway, I say we get something a little faster,

stronger, more contemporary.

I can have it waiting for us at the next stop.

How'd you manage that,

Daddy's money?

Let's just say we have options.

Let me tell you something about this car, Homes.

I won it off of Tommy Guerrero,

one of the meanest, toughest hombres on my block.

-Hombre? -And he got it from Eddie Ortiz,

who was even meaner and tougher than Tommy.

It was left to Eddie by Rafe Castro,

one of the original Latin Kings. You know what I'm saying?

The car had multiple criminal owners.

This car is royalty, Homes.

It belonged to kings and princes.

Got a history.

You think I'm just gonna let that go?

You can forget about it.

Plus, I'd rather walk

cross country than drive some piece of crap Daddy paid for.

I don't need nothing from that man.

That why you were robbing our house?

That shows what you know, Homes.

It wasn't robbery, it was burglary.

Robbery's when you jack somebody, like, with a gun.

Burglary, it's all about the property, baby.

Plus, you do way less time for burglary.

Is that what you did time for?

No, man.

Speeding.

Dad, how are you feeling?

Better. I think.

Where are we?

Oh, about 50 miles south of the Georgia border.

You sure you're okay?

Kind of freaked me out with that whole fainting episode

back at Cape Canaveral.

I'm fine, I just need to pace myself better.

Violet, you're doing 85?

Oh, I know, isn't it pathetic?

Cute boy and his brother just basically blew our doors in.

Every time I try to push this thing to 90,

it shakes worse than you when I talk about birth control.

You're going too fast, Vi. Slow down.

Dad, we have almost 400 miles to Rome,

and sunset is at 6:02 p.m.

If I slow down, we're not going to make it.

Well... hands at ten and two, then.

You wanted roadside assistance. I think we just got some.

Hey.

Hey, folks.

Having a little trouble?

Yes, we sure are, Officer.

I can radio for a mechanic if you like.

We'd appreciate that.

- Turn around. Get down on the ground now! -What?

-Get down on the ground now! -What's the problem?

Ma'am, stay right there. Do not move.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Are you arresting him?

I'll send a unit to pick you up, ma'am.

I'd advise you get in that truck.

Aren't you going to read me my rights?

You don't have any rights.

What, is that a joke?

Yeah. Here's the punch line.

So, um, do you think your friends

are going to be very angry?

Mm, I wouldn't really call them "friends".

Especially now that you shot out their tires.

Right.

Yeah.

I barely knew those guys.

I met them once back during Katrina.

Oh. Yeah.

I noticed the, uh, the Louisiana plates.

Yeah, well, there was this hospital where Susan worked,

and all these patients had to be carried to higher ground

after the levees broke, so, I helped.

That's how we met.

Wow.

That's very dramatic.

We were on the news.

Local heroes, yada, yada.

That's probably why they asked us to compete in this thing.

What about you?

Me?

No.

I've never been on the news.

- Better we get it now. - All right.

Do you really think we're in the lead?

Can't say for sure.

The only other racers I've seen

were in our rearview a half hour ago.

The time we're making, car'd have to be on jet fuel to beat us.

First place.

So, what are we gonna buy with all our millions?

Anything you want.

A house on its own private island?

-Island? Come on. -Not a big island.

But, you know, just enough room for you and me

and a half dozen people

that are gonna be waiting on us hand and foot.

I like the way you think.

Before you call that realtor, baby,

we got to hit the road. We got to protect this lead.

All the way to the final finish line.

How far away do you think that's gonna be?

You got me.

Feels like the army, you know.

They never really give any details.

They just point you towards something, tell you to run for it.

-I'm getting something to drink. Want anything? -Just you back in a hurry.

-Sooner we get there, more time we'll have to celebrate. -That's right!

-Thanks. -Here we go.

Initial casualty reports indicate 16 American wounded and three killed.

As part of our ongoing series, America's War ,

today we profile one of the soldiers

killed in last night's action, Specialist Mike Bakka.

Mike Bakka was born on April 14, 1982 in Holland, Michigan.

A star baseball player in high school,

Mike enlisted in June 2003.

Yo, did you see that chick in the 'stang, where she went?

Maybe she got off.

Yeah, just by looking at me, huh?

Hey, you think this is a riddle?

"Admit one."

Maybe when we get to where we're going, we'll have to admit something.

Like you might have to say what you were in prison for.

Oh, I think they already know that, Homes.

-I'm pretty sure they're the ones who got me out. -Seriously?

Must've wanted me in this thing pretty bad.

Someone recognized some talent, you know?

Pulled some strings, bro.

Someone?

Who someone?

No clue.

They handed me the race phone

when they kicked me loose. It was in my stuff.

So what talent? What were you locked up for?

Would you believe me if I said I killed a guy?

No.

Would you believe me if I said I was innocent?

No.

Yeah.

State of Maryland didn't think so either.

Is that where you grew up?

No, man.

Miami.

What?

-You're kidding. -No.

We were that close this whole time, we didn't even know about each other?

Bro, I've known about you since the day you were born.

What?

I was seven.

I remember my mom's came home,

she told me I had a little brother.

Then she told me I was never going to meet him.

Then why'd she tell you?

Because...

she wanted us to go to church and pray for you.

I guess that worked out okay, huh?

Pray for me? Why?

She was like that.

Yo, I think I see that chick back there.

Should I let her catch up?

We're in a race.

Right, right, right, right.

Way to stay focused, bro.

-Thanks. -Bye, girlo.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for someone that was just brought in.

Alex Tully.

He was arrested on the side of the I-75 about 40 minutes ago.

Assaulted, actually. I was a witness.

You want to report an assault?

I want to get my friend.

He was brutally attacked by one of your officers

while being taken into custody. And now I want him released.

What was the officer's name?

I don't know, I wasn't looking at his name tag. Um, Powell or something.

-Could it have been Poole? -Yes. Poole. I think so.

-And the name of your friend? -Tully. Alex Tully.

Uh, Stephanie, see if we got a Tully back there in holding.

And find out where Officer Poole is.

Alex Tully.

So I finally got a name to go with the face.

What?

Alex Tully of Hastings, Nebraska.

That a nice place, Alex?

It's okay.

You live there with the little woman, do ya?

Or did ya?

Up until this, I guess.

What are you doing so far away from home, Alex?

-You and that blonde out putting these up on telephone poles? -Look... Officer...Poole,

I don't know who it is you think I am.

Oh, I know who you are.

You're Alex Tully of Hastings, Nebraska.

We've established that.

And before we talk about

what you're doing here in Gainesville,

I want to focus on what you were doing in Ashland, Kentucky,

on July 12, 2003.

I've never even been to Kentucky.

This is not a good way to begin,

Alex Tully of Hastings, Nebraska.

This is not a way to build trust,

not when we both know that you were in Ashland, Kentucky

on July 12, 2003.

And we know this... because I was there, too...

and I saw you.

Maybe this will refresh your memory.

Do you recognize them,

Alex Tully of Hastings, Nebraska?

No.

Well, you should.

Those are the people you killed.

So where'd you say your brother'd gone to, Mrs. Freeman?

I didn't say where he went.

Neither did he.

Then I don't suppose he said when he might be back, either.

Look, Detective, as I told you on the phone,

I spoke to my brother a few days ago.

He asked me to look after things while he was away.

I agreed. That's all I know.

And you don't find that odd?

This whole thing is odd, Detective.

It's odd that someone broke into this house

and took my sister-in-law.

It's odd that you're here looking for Alex

when you should be looking for Kathryn.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Good.

-We'd welcome the help. -So would I.

So, help me, Mrs. Freeman.

Help me to understand why it is everyone here

is looking for your brother's missing wife,

but he picks this time to leave town.

-You'd have to ask him. -

-I intend to. -What are you saying?

None of this smells right.

How does it smell, Detective?

Smells like he's running.

July 12, 2003. Ashland, Kentucky.

The First National Credit Union was held up by four armed men.

I've never been to Kentucky.

I was with the Ashland PD at the time.

My partner and I were first responders.

There was a shoot-out. All four men escaped.

-Three bodies were left behind. -I didn't kill those people.

Gloria Starns, there to cash her husband's disability check...

I run a landscaping business in Nebraska.

Scott Hemple, 24-year-old bank employee...

-I've never killed anyone. -And Robert Cruz. My partner.

I didn't shoot your partner.

I didn't say you pulled the trigger.

You weren't in the bank.

See, the wheel man, he doesn't wear a mask.

He just sits outside while the job goes down.

But, according to the law,

he's just as guilty as the guy who does pull the trigger.

That was you in that car. That was you.

You've got the wrong man.

You got any kids, Alex?

You and, uh...

Katheryn here? You got kiddies?

Not yet.

Bobby had three.

Only one of them was old enough to understand what happened to her daddy.

The other two...

they won't even have a memory of their father,

but I'll always have a memory,

of Bobby laying there. Spitting up blood.

Scared, knowing that he was done.

And another face...

That face.

Alex Tully, of Hastings, Nebraska.

The wheel man.

-You're wrong. -I'm not wrong

and we both know it.

And how long this day goes is up to you.

We're gonna be here until you come clean.

Until you admit who you really are.

I don't understand, baby.

It doesn't sound like you were even friends with this...

-what's his name? -Mike Bakka.

We weren't friends, but I knew him.

His unit and mine did dry-terrain survival training

in the Mojave together.

But you told me you already knew a couple dozen guys

who got hurt over there. Why are you so upset now?

Ellie, my outfit did two weeks with Bakka's unit

in 100-degree heat eating dust and bugs.

I knew all those guys.

Yesterday we had 16 hurt and three killed.

So...?

So why haven't I heard anything?

Huh? A unit gets hit like that

and people get on the horn. I haven't heard word one.

It's, it's weird.

You know, something's screwed up.

Now, give me the phone. I gotta make some calls.

-No. -What?

Not when you're going 92 miles an hour, no sir.

Ellie, I can drive and talk on the phone.

That's what they all say. Next thing, they're hamburger. Let's wait till we get to Rome.

-Ellie, I'm not kidding. -Look.

We are in the lead.

We are winning this thing because we're focused.

Let's stay that way, okay?

Don't let anything else distract us. Please?

Ellie, I'm not gonna get distracted.

Now give me the damn phone.

Ellie, I'm not asking you.

-So what? You're ordering me? -That's right.

-Now give me the phone. -Well, guess what?

I'm not in a gosh darn army!

-Hey! -Get it yourself.

-Who is it? -Your mother.

You're supposed to be with her next weekend.

She probably wants to know when you're arriving. I'll deal with it later.

Yeah, I wouldn't worry about it.

She doesn't really want me to come.

Probably just calling with some bogus reason why I shouldn't.

Now, Violet, that isn't true.

Your mother loves her time with you.

Dad, please.

She is so happy in San Jose with Herbert and the nanobot twins.

Think she really enjoys that reminder

twice a month of the family she left behind?

Yes.

Well, I mean, no.

That's not how she thinks about it. About you, anyway.

Well, unless the finish line is in Northern California,

-I can't go. -What am I gonna say?

"Barbara, Violet can't visit

because we're in a secret, illegal road race?

But don't worry, it's perfectly safe.

-The car only does 85." -I don't think so.

-I know. But I... I can't lie. -No, you got that right.

I'm glad you see it that way, honey.

'Cause that would be setting a terrible example to set for you.

No, Dad, you can't lie because she'll see right through you.

You're like the worst liar in the world.

But you could be taught.

I'm gonna get something to eat. You want anything?

No, I'm good. Pre-packaged only! Don't order nothing they gotta cook.

We're in, we're out.

Hey. Hi.

Wow. Hello, there Yellow Bird.

That's what I was calling you out there on the road.

You know, to myself. In my mind.

'Cause of the way you were gliding along in that big car of yours.

All right. Okay.

So, uh, what's up? I'm Winston.

-Dupree. -Dupree. I like that.

It's a nice ride. Looks like you need some help, though.

Yeah. Um, something's wrong with her.

-Would you? -Yeah. All right.

Credit that to me for forcing her

to keep up with a certain yellow bird.

You were trying to keep up, huh?

Yeah. It's a long drive

and most of the scenery's pretty dull.

I like to have something pretty to look at.

Well, Dupree, see what we got here.

Coolant level looks all right.

When's the last time you checked the oil?

Never.

How would I do that?

-Well, first you gotta find the... -Dipstick?

-Think I just did. -What the...?

Winston Salazar, I'm apprehending you

for failure to observe the terms of your parole

in the state of Maryland. Do not resist or I'll be forced to,

you know, hurt you.

You a bounty hunter?

Fugitive recovery agent, thanks.

Hey. What's going on?

Sir, this is official business.

-Do not interfere. -She's a bounty hunter, bro.

Fugitive recovery agent.

She's saying I jumped parole.

-Not me saying it. It's the state of Maryland. -Wait.

-Stay back. -Do what she says, man.

It's all right. No sweat.

The keys are in the car. You get in and you drive.

You got till sundown, remember?

Hey. Sean? For what it's worth, man, I didn't do it.

Do what?

Before sundown!

That one was his first love,

before he met Katherine.

'72 Dodge Challenger.

He raced professionally?

Semi. But that was a lifetime ago.

A man doesn't keep photos of his first love on his mantle

unless there's still something there.

There's not, trust me.

His wife make him give it up?

No. He had left that life long before he met Kathryn.

-What life? -Look, Detective, I...

I know how this looks to you. It's your job

to be suspicious, but he's out there right now

looking for her. I know it.

Alex would never do anything to hurt Katherine.

She's the one who put him back together.

She made him Alex again.

So when your bother isn't Alex, Mrs. Freeman,

who is he really?

I'm Alex Tully.

I have never been to Kentucky.

I'm not a getaway driver.

I run a landscaping business in Nebraska.

Yeah, you keep saying that and I'm getting tired of hearing it.

I want the truth.

And I want a lawyer.

It's obvious you don't have any proof

to back up your accusations.

You can't just keep me here.

-Oh, but I'm not. -What?

I'm not keeping you here, Alex.

How can I? You're not here.

Just like you weren't in Ashland, Kentucky

in July of 2003.

You haven't been arrested. You haven't been booked,

and nobody saw you coming through that front door.

So... like I said.

You're not here.

That's impossible.

I'm telling you, ma'am, there's nothing in the system.

No reports of anyone by the name of Alex Tully being taken into custody today.

Well, he was. Where is Officer Poole?

-We're still looking. -He assaulted Mr. Tully very seriously.

could he have taken him to the hospital?

We're checking on that, too, but we woulda heard.

Look, I need to find my friend.

We need to be on the road. It is absolutely vital

that we make it to Rome, Georgia, before it gets dark.

Masferrer and Associates. How can I help you?

This is Sean Salazar.

Let me speak to Esteban Masferrer right away.

I'm sorry, Mr. Salazar,

Mr. Masferrer is in West Palm all day in meetings.

Would you like to leave a message?

Yes. Tell him I'm at a Preston's

40 miles north of the Georgia border.

Tell him he has exactly 45 minutes to meet me here

or there's gonna be a problem.

Rob, I'm sorry, all right? Now, come on.

Not till I find that phone.

Forget about the phone, we'll get a new one.

I'm not going anywhere till I got it in my hands.

We have to get back in the car.

Rob, we're going to lose our lead.

Our lead?

Is that what matters to you?

We worked hard to get in the front.

I don't think that we should just throw that away!

Is that all you really care about

is this stupid race?

No... I care about us.

-More than you, I guess. -What's that supposed to mean?

You married me, but you love the Army.

Your buddies in Iraq,

your buddies on the base. they're all you talk about!

-All you care about. -Those men are my brothers!

Where they're at right now you can't even imagine.

They're out there, they're getting shot at, they're getting blown up.

Yeah, I think about them,

and I ain't gonna apologize for that.

And I love them!

And I ain't gonna apologize for that either.

Great. It's busted.

This whole thing, Ellie... this... this race.

This is just money!

I know. I got it in my head that if we won...

What? If we won, what?

That you would never have to go back.

And I know it's unrealistic.

And you would never turn your back on the guys in your unit.

That's why you're such a good man, and why I love you.

I just... love you so much.

I don't...

I don't want you to die.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I know this is hard on you, too.

I promise you, it's going to be okay.

Maybe we should find a pay phone so you can call.

We'll find one in Rome.

...yeah, give me a sec.

You certain about where you say your truck got stranded?

Yes. I am certain.

There's no truck.

-What do you mean, there's no truck? -I mean, we sent a unit,

and there's no truck stranded where you claim you left it.

Then it was towed. It wasn't running.

Well, not towed by us.

Maybe we'll get this all sorted out now. Here's Officer Poole.

-Jared, you pick up a motorist called "Alex Tully" today? -No.

A first-rate lie is detailed without being too detailed, you know?

It's close enough to the truth that you can remember it, but it's simple.

I'm concerned you've given this so much thought, dear.

Okay, you know what? Let's try an exercise.

Imagine you're a 16-year-old girl.

-Okay. -Okay.

And there's this concert that you're, like, dying to go to,

but it's on a school night so you know your dad won't let you go.

So, what do you say to him so you will?

Well, I'd start off by saying how important this concert is to me, and how much I...

No! No! Truth is death!

He will never let you go with that.

All right, you got to lie.

You got to lie like your life depends on it.

Pretend I'm him, okay? So say,

-"Dad..." -Dad...

I, uh...

I have to study... tonight in the library

for a... test?

Yeah. You know, that would work...

if this were 1950, and I had just had a lobotomy try again.

Well, what would you do?

All right, maybe if I gave you an example.

Oh, okay. Remember, last year, when I told you

that Sophie Kramer had gotten dumped by that guy,

and he also had given her an STD,

so she and I were going to check out that support group

called Teen Girls Considering Celibacy in Eagle Rock?

That was a lie?

You didn't think so at the time.

You brought home literature from that meeting.

Yeah, 'cause it's all in the details.

I can't believe... What did you do that night?

Dad, you're missing the point, okay?

The point is to examine the technique and make it your own.

Go ahead and try one.

Nice to be able to stretch our legs, huh?

Oh, let me. You've been doing all the driving.

Oh, thank you.

Want to run in and grab us some munchies?

Okay. Okay.

Uh... Wendy?

Credit card?

Oh.

Sorry.

You want anything special or...?

Uh... Hmm. Just get a variety.

Okay.

Preston's. "Your home on the highway."

You know, I actually worked in one of these when I first came to this country?

Have you tried the pecan log? Surprisingly good.

-Boy, he's nothing like you. -I'm sorry?

Just thinking about Dad always calls you his other son.

And here it turns out he actually has another son.

-My real brother. -Your half-brother.

How long have you known?

What am I saying?

You been cleaning up Dad's crap for him ever since he put you through law school.

Your father's a very generous man, Sean.

No one knows that better than your half-brother.

My half-brother has a name. It's Winston.

Sean, let's go home.

Your father would like very much to sit down with you, and your mother's frantic.

She thought you had been abducted.

I wasn't abducted, but my brother was.

Right outside these doors.

He was taken away in handcuffs about an hour ago.

Ah! The parole situation in Maryland, I suspect.

No. You don't suspect. You know.

Because the reason the bounty hunter found us

on a Georgia highway is that you tipped her off.

The situation your half-brother finds himself in is one of his own making.

Neither I nor your father have put him there.

No... I did.

This is my fault.

It was the credit cards, right?

That's why Dad didn't have you cancel them.

You were using them to track us.

I want him released, Esteban.

That's impossible. This is a criminal matter.

There's nothing I can do. Bounty hunters aren't cops.

Until she turns him over, he's still in play.

But if that happens, Dad's lost a son.

And I don't mean Winston. I'm serious.

You'd cut off your own father...

for the sake of this half-brother you just met two days ago?

He must have worked quite a spell.

I want him released, Esteban.

You have 20 minutes to decide.

I'll be heading up north, waiting for your call.

Guess you'll have to pick up the check.

-Give this back to dad. -A declaration of independence, Sean?

20 minutes.

The truth, Alex.

Just tell the truth, and this can all be over.

You want me to confess to a felony.

How does that make anything over?

Well, the... the running will be over.

The running from who you really are.

I told you who I really am.

All right.

Maybe you just need a little time for quiet reflection.

So I want you to look at that man, hmm?

Really look at him.

You figure out who it is, eh?

And, maybe, by the time I get back...

-Wait. -

Okay.

You want the truth? I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything.

Truth is...

I can't stop running.

I got to keep going. If I don't get out of this room,

and to Rome, Georgia, before dark,

there's every chance they're going to kill my wife. I can't tell you why.

I can't even tell you who has her.

I'm not even sure.

But that's the truth, and that's the only... truth.

If I thought confessing to these crimes would help save her,

I'd do it. I would confess to anything.

But you have got to let me go.

-Well, it's about time! -What?

The only way you're going to save your wife is to win the race.

Who are you?

No... That's not the question.

The question is, who are you?

What is going on?

This panty waist landscaper from Nebraska?

You really think he's got a shot?

No, Alex. No. This guy!

This is the guy that we want!

This is the guy that you need to be again.

The road gets longer. The road gets harder.

There's going to be things required of you,

things that this landscaper never even dreamed of!

And just driving fast... is the least of it.

Though you are gonna have to do that, too.

I didn't know if you like nuts in your chocolate,

so I just got a selection.

Some people are allergic to nuts.

We should probably write down what we're allergic to, you know, in case of...

What are you doing?

I'm making some room to stretch out.

This thing's taking up so much space.

-Put it back. -What?

That is Sam's car seat. Put it back.

Sam ain't here.

You need to put it back.

You really, really need to put it back.

And then you need to never touch it again, ever.

Okay?

Okay, yeah. No problem.

Great.

I hope you like caramel.

Mom?

Okay, you can do it, Dad.

Barbara, how are you?

Sorry to keep you in the dark.

I got a last-minute invitation to a conference

in Seattle and decided to bring Vi with me.

We're driving past the Puget Sound now.

You should see it, it's beautiful.

Good detail, huh?

Anyway, I was wondering if she could stay here with me next weekend,

instead of coming up to San Jose.

We'll make it up next month, I promise.

Really? That's wonderful, Barbara.

Thanks so much.

John, I don't understand what you're saying.

Uh-huh.

I called because your work said you'd left town,

and I wanted to make sure you had enough meds while you were traveling.

Yeah, the Space Needle. All right!

They're the only thing buying you time right now.

You've got to keep up with them, you understand?

Right. Okay.

No problem, Barbara.

-John? -Call anytime.

Dad, that was great!

I mean, honestly, even I couldn't tell that you were making that up.

Well, I, uh...

I had a great teacher.

So this whole thing was a lie.

Eh, getting to a deeper truth.

Who you really are.

I don't understand if somebody's telling me to go faster,

this is a pretty strange way to do it. Pulling me off the road.

Well, you were already off the road... you were on the side of it.

So if this is about giving me a car, why not just give me the car?

Why go to all this?

I need to make that checkpoint before dark.

Well, you still can.

Old Alex Tully. The real Alex Tully.

He'd be there already.

Where's the girl? Where's Corinna?

You forget her. She's only holding you back.

Save one damsel at a time, save your wife.

Leave the other one to us.

Rome before dark, huh?

Police escort couldn't hurt.

I ain't the police.

-And this ain't my car. -What?

Well, you did a good job, but...

it's not the same car. It's not mine.

-It's the same car. -Nope. If it were...

Ah, guess it is mine.

Where's Corinna?

Did you learn anything?

Would the real Alex Tully waste time asking that question?

The real Alex Tully never left his partners behind.

And you don't want to meet the real Alex Tully.

Promise.

Now, where is she?

Get in!

-What's going on? -Buckle up.

I don't know who you got to, but he's big.

First time I had to throw one back.

One thing you should know.

I'm not the only one out there looking for you.

Keep your eyes in the rearview.

Good luck, guys.

You can thank me later. We got to go.

Figure we got two hours to make it to Rome.

You mind if I drive?

-Keys. -Come on, give me an hour.

Keys. Or I'll take 'em from you.

Okay. Whatever.

What happened back there? What did they do to you?

They didn't do it to me, they did it to some other guy.

Where'd you get this car?

Same guy's car. Hang on.

This is weird, what now?

Welcome, drivers.

Congratulations to all of you who made it to the After Sunset, but before dark.

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