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You follow the rules and we're through.

- Let's go. Move back, fellas. - Give us your name, sir.

We made a statement. You should be satisfied...

We all know that this case has had a great deal of publicity.

The lawyers involved in this case...

Not a word.

Bear in mind that much of what you see or read

is coming from the government's outrageous conduct.

This is not a fair appraisal of what in fact occurred.

Some of it is downright false.

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. Don't 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.

What is happening?

- What is going on? - I don't know.

FBI. Please vacate the aircraft.

What is going on? Jim?

I'm sure it's some sort of misunderstanding.

- Mr. Hoffman. Vacate the aircraft. - Why do you know his name?

- No sudden moves. - Why do they know your name?

- Vacate the aircraft! - We are vacating the aircraft. OK?

Let them do their job. I don't know.

- Maybe they're confused. - Probably just some accident.

It's kind of cool, huh?

Huh?

Kind of cool, right?

Mr. Hoffman. You're under arrest.

- What? - You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

What are you doing? We were on vacation. These are my children.

- If you need a lawyer... - We were at Disneyland, asshole.

- Fuck it. Just take him away. - What are you doing with my husband?

Jim!

So, tell me about them.

What can I say? They were a nice couple. A nice Christian couple.

This nice Christian couple we can find no trace of.

I can't be held responsible for that now, can I?

I'm a pilot, man. I make a living transporting shit.

It's all in the manifest. 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 who can make a thousand bucks honest

or ten bucks doing it crooked, you'd do it crooked every time.

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

If you're trying to charm me, sir, you're not doing a great job right now.

But worse than fucking your own mother, you 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.

OK? 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.

- OK. 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. Dress for the job you want, right?

OK. Look, Special Agent in Charge.

I swear to you on my life, I knew nothing about any of this.

It seems like you've got a sweet family out there.

But you're not gonna see them for 30 years. So do yourself a favor.

He's a good-looking fella. I don't know who this other guy is, though.

You know exactly who it is because Morgan Hetrick...

Sir?

Hey!

He 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 had the paperwork.

You can't argue with paperwork.

Jim, some of those people that you work with,

I do not think have your best interests in mind.

I agree. No, I think Bolivia was a pretty big clue, huh?

- This is a wakeup call. - It's a wakeup call.

- We need to start fresh. - Somewhere new. Absolutely.

- This time, I'm gonna pick where. - No, no.

- Yeah. - No.

- We'll put it to a 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.

Oh, hey, guys. Come on. Think about it.

We're gonna end up living in some dump. Your mom has no taste.

She married you.

Huh?

It's a really nice neighborhood, honey.

Yeah. Don't worry. It'll be fine. Only the best for my family.

Go ahead. The door is open. Go in and check it out.

Mr. Hoffman.

Who are you exactly?

- Well, I'm not really sure... - No, no, no, don't answer that.

It was a rhetorical question. We're here to find out exactly who you are.

We're going to 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?

- Yes. - No, sir. Not cheap.

- You have a mortgage? Renting? - Renting.

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

That's a... That's a lot of money.

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

See how you can afford such 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?

You think this is funny, Mr. Hoffman?

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 trying to do the right thing.

There is a first time for everything.

♪ Nah, nah-nah, ni, nah, nah

- You're in prison! - Yeah, try to escape.

Try to escape. Try to escape.

Yeah. Just keep distracting her.

Hey, guys, what's going on here?

Dad, Dad. OK if we go play in their pool?

- Please! - Hold on, buddy.

These guys look like trouble if you ask me.

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

- Mommy. - Hi, my love.

Good, good, good.

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

No. Not at all. No. More than welcome.

We haven't had a chance to welcome you to the neighborhood.

We're always coming and going. Cristina.

- Um... Sorry. Hey. Hi. Jim. - Hi.

Mom, can they come swim with us?

It's all right with me if that's all right with their dad.

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

- Thank you so much. - Yeah, no problem. Nice to meet you.

Come on, baby.

Mommy, am I going to try on my new bathing suit now?

Ay-yi-yi.

Come on.

- Goddamn it! - That's a nice-looking car.

Oh. Yeah. Thanks.

389 cubic inch V8 engine.

Three double-barrel carburetors, speed, performance, handling.

And back in the day, the girls loved it.

Would you mind if I...?

Yeah. Be my guest.

Yeah. There she goes. All right.

- Turn it over. - OK.

How the hell did you do that?

Oh, beginner's luck.

And I designed it.

You designed it? Wait.

You designed what?

You designed the GTO?

Holy shit!

Holy shit. You're John DeLorean, aren't you?

Amazing.

- Well, great job on this, you know. - Hmm.

Shakespeare writes a play, he gets to put his name on it.

I might do that yet.

Yeah. Hey. Hold on a sec, OK, will you? I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.

- Where are the beers? - In the fridge!

I'm in the fridge. Oh, wait, I got 'em. Thank you.

- Oh. - You a pilot?

Um... Here you go. I used to be.

Good. You know, it's been a long time since I got my hands dirty.

Hmm.

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

John DeLorean. In my house.

That's something else.

So what are you doing now? You still over at GM, yeah?

No. I got out of that racket.

Now I'm working on something for myself.

Hmm.

Nice, nice. Good for you.

What, um...? May I ask...

She still doesn't sound right.

So what? They wouldn't let you do your own thing over at Pontiac?

Oh, Christ, no.

General Motors, Ford, Chrysler.

There hasn't been a single honest-to-God innovation in 20 years.

All they do is tinker.

They'll smooth a corner or automate a wiper

and hike it as some great new model.

Uh-oh.

Better get that.

But it's all just bullshit.

Let me... Here it is.

Shit!

- You all right? - I cut myself. Fucking rust bucket.

Take this.

Oh, thanks.

I think you'll live.

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.

The frame and the body are one.

And it's made of stainless steel, you see.

So it will last forever. It will be the safest car on the road.

And airbags, Jim. Do you know about airbags?

Uh, no.

I want this car under 2,200 pounds. Zero to 60 in eight seconds.

Twenty 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.

- They're gull winged. - Oh, yeah. Look at this.

There's some...

Sorry. Yeah. It's like science fiction or something.

It's the future. They lift straight up.

- All right. - You can park it almost anywhere.

It's more expensive, because you've got to counterbalance it against gravity.

- But it's worth it. - Sure, sure.

So you've just got to come up with like an affordable anti-gravity device and...

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

- Oh! Well, just you wait. - Yeah.

So what are you doing on Friday?

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

Ooh.

Yeah. So why don't you... yeah, get your hair done?

Whatever you say, Rockefeller.

Hey. How's it hanging, Ben?

Don't call me Ben. I'm Special Agent.

Special Agent, OK.

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

Do you really want to talk wives, Jim?

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

It would be a lot less stress if you told her

what you're really doing to pay the bills.

What doesn't pay the bills, Special Agent?

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.

Um, I'll take half a grapefruit, please. And the smallest spoon you got.

So what has it been, Jim? A couple of months?

Yeah. Something like that.

Settling in all right? You like the house OK?

- Love the house. - Kids happy in school?

As happy as any kids are in school, right?

Get along with the neighbors OK?

Yeah. Get along great. You know John DeLorean lives on our block?

- It all sounds pretty idyllic. - Yeah. No, it is. It's pretty idyllic.

Do you think something is missing from this equation?

Something a little... imbalanced?

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

No. No, no, no. Hey, look, I told you, I can't go there. The guy will kill me.

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 into the system.

Actually, you don't have a choice.

Boy, look at this place.

How is this house across the street from our house?

I know! This is amazing.

- Not bad! - Jim! Hi.

- How are you doing? - Good. How are you?

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

- Ellen. - So great to meet you.

You look so lovely. Let me introduce you.

- Come on. - OK, um...

- Ladies, this is Ellen. - Hi.

Ellen's Jim is in the airline business.

- Yes. - Neat.

We just moved in across the street.

Hi. Can I get a drink?

Whiskey on the rocks, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,

come out of the bar.

Come out of the half rooms. Gather round.

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. It's good to see you here. Oh hey, thank you so much.

Thank you, Bill.

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

But you know there's no such thing as a free beer.

So you'll have to listen to me bang the drum for our new car.

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 from a new investor for $600,000.

Yeah.

And what's the name on that check?

It's a Mr. Johnny Carson.

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.

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 OK 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 motor car.

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.

Roy, Bill.

We are going to design a car. We are going to build a factory.

We are going to create 2,000 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?

Nice job.

That's so amazing.

Everybody.

- 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.

Good to see you. I want you to take a look at that car.

It's a good-looking car. Thank you.

What do you say we go home and see what happens?

Yeah, it's starting to rain here.

- It's the DeLoreans. - OK, OK.

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.

- 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 letting our hair down now the pressure's off.

Oh, yeah. That'd be great. You're OK with that, right?

Yeah, fine.

I'll see you tonight.

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.

You to serve.

What's so funny?

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

Look, I know I'm living in a nice house in a swanky neighborhood,

but 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...

Well, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Well, fuck you, then.

If you're running low on cash, maybe you would like to earn some.

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.

All right.

All right. Fifty bucks if you can take a point off me.

Hmm. I believe I might be getting hustled here, sir.

How do you hold this? Is this right?

Yeah, exactly like that.

- Am I doing this right? - Stop fucking around.

- Bury him, John. - All right.

Ooh!

Uh-oh.

No, John, John.

Come on. Don't worry about it.

Hell, it's only table tennis, right?

Let me walk you out.

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

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

Oh, yeah. I mean, I got a few things cooking.

But... It should all work out. But thank you for the thought.

All right. 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...

I travel a lot.

- Yeah. - I do.

Speaking 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.

That would be...

All right, I can arrange payment.

No, no, John, John. Come on. You don't have to pay me.

Really. It's OK.

Thank you, Jim.

Hey. That's what friends are for.

I'm kidding. Come here.

There it is.

Friends hug!

All right. Please tell Cristina thank you from both me and Ellen.

Check, check, check.

Hi, I was looking for Morgan.

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

I'll go check.

Check, check, check.

Uh...

What's that?

Check. Please go check. Yeah. Thank you.

He says come on in.

Well, I mean, if he's busy, I can always come back another time.

- Get in here! - OK. Yeah.

Jim Hoffman.

Hey, Morgan. Hi.

Long time, Jim.

The place looks great, you know. So do you.

So you still flying?

Where's my three million bucks?

Come on. Morgan, we talked about this.

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

- And then you disappeared. - No, no. I didn't disappear.

No, I just had to lie low for a while.

But I'm not hiding. I wasn't. You know, we're in the phone book.

So, it's... yeah. Had to go straight, you know, for the family. So...

I'm doing some consulting work now with John DeLorean.

You know, the car guy. He's making this amazing car.

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

Flying car.

No. It doesn't fly. It's just that the doors...

- Flying car that doesn't fly. - Yeah.

Sounds like a sure-fire fucking hit to me, Jim.

That's a little far-fetched.

A flying car that doesn't fucking fly!

- What are you doing, Morgan? Come on. - What do you think, Katy?

I should just whack this motherfucker?

Sure. Why not?

Morgan, stop. Calm down, OK?

- Just calm down? - 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! - OK, that's a bad example.

That is a bad example. I'm gonna bash your fucking head in.

- Stop it! - You want me to stop it?

- What the fuck are you doing here? - The FBI!

OK? They came to talk to me. They're asking questions about you.

- The FBI? - Yeah.

What kind of questions?

How we met. How long we've known each other.

What did you fucking tell them?

- I told them the truth. - You told them the truth?

Well, not everything obviously. But, Morgan, look, look, look, look.

I may be many things, OK? But I am not a snitch.

Forgetting something?

You're right. Sorry. Hi. How are you?

- Tape. The fucking tape. - The tape. Yes. Right.

I dumped it. I dumped it. I had to dump it.

- You dumped it? - Yeah.

The tape. The wire. The whole thing. I got rid of it.

- You dumped it where? - In the trash. But no, no. It's fine.

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

- It's fine? - Yeah.

So he just goes to take out the trash and he finds it

and then it fucks our whole operation. But it's fine?

I got nervous. I'm not Mr. Fucking Super Spy.

- Jesus Christ, Jim. - At least he and I are talking now.

That's a good thing.

I mean, we discussed the money in the Caymans and how to access it.

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

Look, from now on, every time you see that fuck, you're wearing a wire.

Absolutely. Absolutely.

Which, you know, I should say brings me to my second issue.

- You've got to be fucking kidding me. - Hold on, OK, look.

I realize that you and I, we have never discussed my... my cut.

- Your cut? - Yeah. My cut. My percentage.

Look, 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, just maybe a little tiny piece.

You know, something like... I don't know what's fair.

Ten percent? A little sliver.

- Entitled? - Yeah. Yeah.

It's pretty simple. We have a way of working these things out.

I assumed you did.

You get ten percent of suck my fucking dick!

You're already a paid government informant.

Am I? Barely, I would say.

- 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? Is that why I'm here?

The last I checked, he was in the Cayman Islands counting his money.

I told you it was gonna take...

It was gonna take time for me to earn back his trust.

You've been spending so much time partying with DeLorean,

you forgot what you're supposed to be doing here.

I need less champagne and 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 are sadly fucking mistaken!

The next time you call me, it better be for a good fucking reason.

Ten per-fucking-cent? The FBI will never, ever pay you ten percent.

You owe us. We don't owe you.

Your next check is going to be short 126 bucks

because that's how much those wires cost.

Hey.

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

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 was trained by a grandmaster.

Really?

James Hoffman. What is that, German?

Yeah. I guess so.

You know, Jim, everything is out there.

It just takes a bit of legwork. But that's what I do.

I've got to say, most people are kind of straight.

But every once in a while,

you come up against someone who is just 90 percent 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.

Huh.

- Hey, Ellen. - Yeah?

Roy here thinks I'm 90 percent bullshit.

Ninety?

James Dejong.

Or is it Deyong?

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

Is your wife even aware that you are James Dejong?

I mean, I think so. I actually don't know if it's ever come up.

What about Mr. DeLorean?

Was he aware of your real name, your checkered history?

- I believe he was. - You believe?

- You discussed it? - No. But I alluded to it.

One of his executives had me background checked.

A 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 Dejong on the other hand...

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

Don't worry about him.

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

What? I thought you guys were signing them up left and right.

Not gonna raise 90 million with penny ante 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 going to find something you're not going to like.

Yeah. Truth is, I've flown all kinds of shit all over the world.

Bangkok. Bolivia.

For 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 living 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, if they don't love you here,

just 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 war zone.

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.

It's John DeLorean's new sports car, the DMC-12.

30,000 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?

Uh-huh.

I think it's cute how you always get sad when he's out of town.

Oh, come on.

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.

So for 18 months,

while John DeLorean was building his factory,

providing jobs, helping bring peace to a blighted country,

you barely heard from him?

You're not understanding what I'm saying, OK?

Look, I will set up the meeting, OK? You...

I was trying to get Morgan Hetrick to part with his money.

If you set up a meeting, you probably will.

See, she is smart.

Look. Are you gonna call him or not?

I'm on it, all right?

The Dayglow Bank.

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

Yeah, well, he had three million reasons not to trust me.

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

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?

Oh, you'll get there. Just look at John.

One minute, he's trying 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 are you talking about? Who? What's wrong?

John and Cristina. It's marble this and marble that.

Why don't we have any marble?

Hey, where are you going? Come here. Look at me.

Marble is only good for two things, OK?

Gravestones and marbles.

You do know marbles aren't made of marble, they're made of glass.

I don't know that. No, I didn't. I didn't know that.

What would I do without you? I'd run around sounding like a dipshit.

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

The America that I grew up in, a man was defined by the work he did.

But it never stopped me from dreaming, OK?

When I was nine months old, my daddy bought me a beat-up old Chevrolet.

You are a bullshit artist.

He broke it down to 42,000 pieces.

And I put it together with my hands and my tools.

- Don't! - My tools! What, what?

I know it's incredibly complicated,

but you just have to trust me.

I do trust you. But then you can't move money around like that.

Why not? It's my money.

No, it's not. Christ, if someone finds out.

That's why we're switching.

Jim!

Jim!

What?

Hurry, hurry. Quick.

- Jim, come here, look. - What's going on?

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

Oh, come on. They work together.

Something's going on.

He's just trying to calm her down. 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's that supposed to mean?

He's so full of shit. He cheats at chess.

- How do you know? You don't play chess. - 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.

OK. I'm sorry. His chin? What about his chin?

Haven't you 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. - What is that?

I better go, OK?

- What time are you picking up the kids? - Baby?

- It's a button. - What is that?

No, no, no. This? What is it?

- What the fuck? - It's just a gadget that I... Ow! Shit!

- What is going on? What's going on? - Let me explain. I'll explain.

It's not a big deal, hon. Look. Sit down and I'll explain everything.

No, no, no. You sit down and you tell me what the fuck!

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

OK, OK, OK. OK, look. I...

OK. No better way to say it than just to say it, right?

You know, I can't beat around the bush or sugar coat it.

I am about to lose my shit right now!

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK. Look. I... I...

- I work for the FBI. - You're in the FBI?

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

I work for the FBI. You know, undercover. Like a spy.

- You're a spy? - Exactly. Yeah.

Wait, 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.

I just never told you about it because I didn't want you to worry.

- I don't understand. - I know. It's a lot to take in.

No. I understand what you're saying.

But I don't understand what you're fucking saying.

- OK, good. - You're in the airplane business.

No. Not anymore. But that's how this all got started.

- How long has this been going on? - Six months.

Six months. That's it. Three years total, I guess.

- Three years? - Hm-hmm. Yeah. That's all.

- Three years? - Hm-hmm.

Three fucking years?

No, no, baby, baby.

Three fucking years? We moved here to start over.

- I know. - You promised!

- We did start over. - You promised!

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

Look, it's all incredibly complicated.

You remember the guy that I told you about? Morgan? Morgan Hetrick?

He organized our whole Bolivian trip.

- He set you up. - Exactly, yeah.

Yeah. He set me up, OK? Baby, look.

I... They caught me with a planeload of cocaine.

They were never gonna just let me walk away, all right?

I have to give them Morgan.

Otherwise, they will send me to prison for a very, very long time.

And I know that must be very upsetting to you to think about.

But it is the situation that we are in.

- We? - Yeah, we.

- Why we? What's we? - Because you were on the plane, too.

They've threatened me with all sorts of stuff. You wouldn't believe it.

What they would do with you, where they would send our kids.

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

It feels so good.

I've been living with this burden for so long. It feels so good to share it.

- Oh, my God - No, no.

Nothing to worry about. I'm not happy about it, either.

Look, do you really think I want to take the government paying our fucking rent?

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

- They pay our rent? - Not enough in my opinion.

But that's a separate issue.

I could really use your help strategizing about it.

Honey, look, look.

Once I get through with this, then we are home free.

I am doing this for us. Hell, I am doing this for America!

You are delusional!

What the... We have children! What if this, this...

- Who, Morgan? - Morgan. What if he finds out?

He won't. He's not gonna!

I've actually found something that I'm kind of good at it.

- Fuck you! - OK, stop.

Ellen, stop! OK, where are you going?

I am gonna go and get the kids and take them to my mom's.

No. Please don't. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything.

- 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 a little piece of sunshine starts to shine,

you just come and you stomp on it.

What if this guy comes and kills us?

The DeLorean is the most awaited sports car

in automotive history.

Drive the DeLorean and live the dream.

Hey, is this him? That guy with the flying car?

Yeah. Yeah, that's him. Yeah.

Looks like your buddy's flying car is really taking off.

Yeah, you can say that again.

You should meet him.

- Meet John DeLorean? - Yeah. Sure. Why not?

In fact, they're having a party this Saturday. You guys should go.

Yeah?

Got to 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.

Cut the music.

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.

Shh.

Hey, Johnny!

DeLorean, you sold me a piece of shit.

Good joke, Johnny. How's it taking those corners?

Goddamn it, I'm serious! It broke down five minutes from the show room.

Johnny, you've got one of our first models

and there's bound to be teething problems.

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

You already did that. And it broke down again, you fucking fraud!

What the fuck?

That's why he's the number-one talk-show host in America. Right?

All right, let's kick it!

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!

You've been flapping your mouth

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

I know more than the lot of you put together.

I would keep my mouth shut if I were you.

Are you threatening me? Get your hands off.

Hey, hey, hey!

Everything OK here?

Everything's fine.

- You OK? - Yep.

- Are you sure? - Yep.

Mind your own business.

There you are.

I hear you're expecting someone.

Oh. Yeah. I hope it's OK. I invited a couple of friends.

I have people I wanted to...

- Hi. - Hi.

- Nice to see you. - You as well.

You know it's important for us that our friends share in our success.

And we wanted to give you something as a token of our friendship.

I will be getting this in the divorce anyways.

- 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.

Oh, hell, yeah.

Whatever you have to do,

just do it. But finish it.

OK.

OK.

Hey. Morgan!

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

- Helen. - Ellen.

Finally, we have heard so much about you.

All lies, I'm sure.

I have a migraine, so I'm going to go drive home and I'll see you later.

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

No. That would have been my idea.

OK. Why? He wasn't an acquaintance of Mr. DeLorean.

No, sir, not of John's.

Come on. Let me introduce you. Hey, John.

I just want to 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 was the subject of a major FBI investigation

to a social event with your friend, John DeLorean?

Well, I suppose in retrospect, I was showing off for Morgan.

At that point, 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. Yeah. Morgan Hetrick. He's... He's a drug dealer.

What? He is? Are you sure?

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 did they get on?

Was this the beginning of the alleged plot?

No, no. But Mr. Hetrick certainly made an impression.

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

- They're like Ken and Barbie! - You've got to be kidding me.

Hey, put those back right now.

She's just so delicious and elegant.

We're gonna get out of this here room. Come on.

Let's go, guys. Morgan, OK. Put the dresses back, please.

OK. Put them back. I...

Beautiful singing voice, all right.

- I would fuck her for sure. - I know you would, baby.

Come on. Let's get out of here, please. All right?

Jim, he said to make ourselves at home.

This is not what he meant. I promise you.

No, it isn't. Come here.

- What are you doing, OK? - It's where the blow is.

Oh, my God. No, no, no. Clean this up. Don't do this in here.

- This ain't for me. - What?

- This is for you. - No, I'm... what? No. I'm good.

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

She has so many clothes that I just want to see if she even notices.

She's gonna notice, OK? Please don't put that dress on.

Jim, I insist.

If we are gonna work together, we gotta be able to play together.

I'm not gonna do it, OK? I'm not gonna do it.

Do it, Jim!

- Look, stop, OK? - Dude!

- Do it! Do it! - Jim!

OK, fine, shut up. Fine. I'll do it.

I'm gonna do just half a line here.

- Yes! - Yeah!

OK, can we go now, please?

Everybody. Let's go.

Oh, my God. What is going on right now?

- What was that? - What is going on?

- Jim. - Oh, boy. What?

We like to cut in a little angel dust.

- Oh, my God. - Adds a little pep.

OK. I'm noticing. I really wish you would...

- Are you OK, Jim? - It's not funny.

I need you to let go of me. Let go of me!

Katy, Katy!

Hey! What you doing?

Come on, now!

Don't touch me!

Yummy!

Shit. Katy!

What the hell were you thinking?

- I know. It's OK. - Get her out of my house!

Get her out!

Aah!

She's wearing my dress!

I've got it under control, OK? It's fine.

Oh, shit.

Don't touch me!

Now, it's a party!

No, no, no. Come here. Come here, come here, come here.

Get out of the pool, hon. Get out.

Morgan! Morgan!

Morgan!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!

Hey!

Hey. Hey!

Oh, you...!

Goddamn it!

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

John and Cristina are pissed. The whole night was a fucking nightmare!

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

Well, there's one other good thing.

That's right! Here we...

Where's the key?

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 them.

It's a lot better than this shit.

Mr. Hoffman, did you expect to benefit financially

from your association with John DeLorean?

No, sir.

You didn't repeatedly hint that a free DeLorean car might be in order?

- No, sir. - Why not?

You being such an important consultant.

Well, to tell you the truth, it wasn't a very good car.

Flattered to deceive.

By the time it came to market,

everything original about it had been stripped away.

He just couldn't make the car he wanted to with the money he had.

I actually felt sorry for him at that point,

because there he was schlepping himself around the world

attempting to sell this dream he didn't even believe in anymore.

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

Well, I know cars. John knows cars, obviously.

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

OK, Mr. Hoffman, I don't think...

Well, ask him. The car wasn't good enough, was it, John?

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

Not all this other shit.

Mr. Hoffman. Settle.

Settle down.

Mr. Hoffman.

The car is not on trial here and neither are you.

I know. I know. Sorry.

Mr. Weitzman.

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?

- Oh, John, just this once? - All right. It's OK.

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? All right.

Do that.

Molly's gone to the fucking papers.

- Fuck! - Why would she?

- I've got to go to Belfast. - Now? I'll get your case.

Yep?

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

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

- Molly. I told you. - 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.

I don't think he means for you to eat the whole jar while he's on the phone.

OK, on the record, she's nothing more than a glorified secretary

and she wasn't even up to that job.

Can we go please?

There are no such things 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.

That is not true.

I cleaned his pool as well.

You're doing a good job down there.

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

Got in last night.

Do you want a beer?

Sure.

There was a moment there when it was absolutely perfect.

I don't have the cash to make payroll.

Renault's going to stop supplying our engines.

Of the 8,000 cars we've built, I've sold maybe 3,000.

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. Debt facility is canceled.

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

It's over, buddy.

Wait a minute. That's not... No. No, no, no, no.

I don't believe that. Not for a second. Look.

You're gonna think of something.

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

You know what? This is a lot like the car that your dad bought you.

No, it is. You got the whole thing laid out in front of you

in a million pieces and what did you do in that situation?

You put that thing back together, you know. Better than new.

Because that's who you are.

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

No, no, no. This is not optimism.

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

You are a remarkable guy. You're a force of nature.

You are.

Me, I'm full of shit, all right?

But I know I'm full of shit. So there's charm in that.

I think. I hope, right?

But, no, really. 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.

- Hm-hmm. - And there's no bank, no hedge fund,

no investor who is going to lend it to me.

But you know people.

Now I have a good business.

I can make people very wealthy.

It's a cash-flow problem, all right?

I need to raise $30 million.

And you know people.

Bolivia. Thailand. All the rest of it.

You know people.

What are talking about here, John?

I need your help.

I need this, Jim.

There are 2,000 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?

- You're early. - Hm-hmm.

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 would be a pretty sweet deal for you, yeah?

Wait, wait. John DeLorean? Why on earth would John DeLorean...?

Who gives a shit? You want a big name for President Reagan?

You want to 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 gotta make a call.

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

Uh-huh.

John was looking for the funds legally, but, 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.

There's nothing to understand. It's a road trip, OK?

- The guy's under a lot of pressure. - We're all under a lot of pressure.

Yeah, I know, OK. But his has a few more decimal points, all right?

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

Budget Rental Car is talking about taking 1,000 cars.

They figure a lot of people 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.

All right, I got this other meeting to go to. Are we set?

- All set. - What other meeting?

You're doing a great job. Keep it up.

Why with him? Why would you go to a meeting with him?

Hey, hey, hey.

You built it. You drive it.

...specialize in putting money

into high-risk, high-yield investments.

That just won't work, Bill.

What?

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

Going right back to that sketch.

I want that feeling back.

And how it felt when you're driving down the street in a car you built yourself.

And you know your dad's watching you.

And you just... swell up.

You know, John, it's not too late to back out of this thing, right?

Because these guys, I mean, they... They're not good people.

Once they get their hooks in you...

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.

Nice to meet you. James Benedict.

Hm-hmm.

Hi.

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

- I saw you on TV! - Well, I'm on TV a lot.

Coffee?

Black.

I'm not sure that TV is good for business.

I don't exactly relish the spotlight.

Well, the way I see it, the darkest dark is the dark beside the spotlight.

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

I like that.

The darkest dark.

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

It's funny to call it the DeLorean in front of John DeLorean.

But, yeah. Great things.

I love the wings. Very futuristic. Maybe I'll get a car out of this.

John.

I guess fate has dealt you a dirty blow.

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

- James Benedict. - Morgan Hetrick.

- Coffee? - Nope.

So, John, what's the story?

The story is, the British government has written off $228 million 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.

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 want to...?

OK. Well, we all know that

John is one of the... finest businessmen on this planet.

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

Well, I'm not really sure where to start.

The deal is, my company is 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 30 million within eight days or we lose control.

- Jim? - Yeah.

So we need you to go down to Colombia 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 too many... - 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 we get an option to invest, to diversify.

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

Absolutely. The nature of our business,

we move money all over the world without explaining it.

OK.

Got to admit,

you make me nervous.

Jim, Jim, Jim.

We have history.

What kind of history?

The wrong kind.

I don't want any kind of thing structured

where Jim here has a chance to fuck around. OK?

- Oh, boy. - 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.

That's not gonna happen, Morgan.

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

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?

As much as any man here.

All right. Now if the Brits make a move 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, yeah, we can look at that, all things being even.

Morgan?

I guess we got a deal.

Well, that went pretty well.

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

And the contact for the monkeys...

- Stop saying monkeys. - Morgan says it.

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

He's allowed to say monkeys. You're not allowed to say monkeys.

Stop saying it. You sound like a fucking idiot.

- Hoffman residence. - I'm about ready to go.

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

- Any word? - No. But I'll call you right back, OK?

These guys do not hang around. You just get that fucking money.

Morgan, what?

Yeah. I don't think so.

Don't worry. Everything is under control.

I just... Look, John says he has the money.

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 that. You've got to trust me here.

Hello? Hel...

Shit. Shit.

- Hello? - John. Hey.

Oklahoma? What the hell's in Oklahoma?

Well, nothing as it turns out. Has Morgan...?

I just got off the phone with him. So he's ready to go.

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

It's coming. I have to be careful.

You're the one with the deadline, man.

I know that. I will have the money.

OK. All right. I just want you to understand.

It's got to be tomorrow or the whole thing is off.

Yeah. Tomorrow. Absolutely.

OK. Hey, John, just, you know, level with me here, OK?

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

No, I have the money.

OK. OK.

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

Goddamn it, John!

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

What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

Well, cash flow has always been the problem.

No, no, John, your fucking bullshit has always been the problem!

Goddamn it!

- Now what? - You tell me.

John doesn't have the money.

I know he doesn't have the money.

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

So fuck him and fuck you!

No, no, no. Hold on a second, OK?

Look... We're not done yet, OK?

How the fuck do you work that out?

You have to lend him the money.

What?

Davrow has to lend him the money, OK? It's an investment.

Hoffman, let me get this straight.

You want the FBI to lend John DeLorean $2 million

so that he can buy the cocaine that we're going to arrest him with.

Yeah, that's right.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

No!

God! OK.

OK, OK. OK, OK.

- No, Ellen. It's not what... - Morgan Hetrick, I get.

- John is your friend. - No, no, no. He is not our friend, OK?

The guy waltzed into our life completely uninvited.

Look, I like him, OK? 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!

OK, he wants to deal in cocaine.

How fucked up do you have to be

to think you can save your company with a coke deal?

He's no better than Morgan.

You know what? Actually, he's worse.

He is. He sells this dream to people and it's all bullshit.

OK, look, if he goes through with this,

then you and me, the kids, we're home free. We get millions.

Jim, what are you talking about?

- Jim? - I have a deal.

I have a deal cut, all right?

Ten percent of whatever the FBI recovers.

OK? We're talking millions.

You can have all the fucking marbles that you want.

You can, yeah. And it's what you deserve, honestly. It is.

For all the bullshit that I've put you through, all the promises.

- This is another promise. - No!

No! Not... Oh, baby. No, not this time. OK, look, listen to me.

You have to trust me, OK? Just trust me one last time.

Please?

Hey! Hey, where's Morgan?

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

Hey.

Join the party.

Go on.

Thanks.

Drink up.

I remember the first time we came here

and I remember looking at you

and thinking there was something different about you.

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

But Ellen...

Ellen, she...

You know, she spotted it right away.

You know what it is?

It's your chin.

Right?

See, 'cause in the old photos of you,

you don't have much of a chin.

But now you have a chin.

See what I'm saying?

It's no secret. I had a procedure.

- You're chinless. - All right, Jim.

You're a fake.

Because I had a procedure?

Half of California has plastic surgery.

No, no. Not because of that. Because you are inherently chinless.

And I don't trust someone that 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 do it.

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

I think you're stringing us along 'cause you're a fucking chinless fake.

- Cut the shit! - Hmm?

I was worried you would fuck it up.

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

Morgan. What, do you to talk Morgan?

I talk to everyone. That's what I do.

- OK. - You fucked him over.

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

You guys have little chitchats and everything now? That's good.

Well, did he tell you about him and Cristina?

- Did that come up? - Excuse me?

Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah.

No, she... Well, Morgan used to work for this millionaire

that Cristina used to... see. Like, date.

Or how do you put it?

What the fuck are you saying about my wife?

I... Nothing. Nothing.

Hello?

Well, I can't thank you enough.

John, I'm sorry.

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

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

That was James Benedict at Davrow.

He's gonna loan me $2 million.

Morgan just took off.

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.

The company is going to survive

as long as I have a breath left in me.

Up to now, the British had bankrolled DeLorean's plant...

Hoffman residence. Yeah, Morgan.

OK, yeah. That sounds good. I'm on my way.

All right.

...whether they will continue to bail out the firm

that bears John DeLorean's name or let it sink.

- You look nervous. - 'Cause I am fucking nervous.

Where's the stuff?

I told you. It's in the car with Katy.

- Well, I hope there's some left. - You'd better hurry.

Hey.

Hey, gorgeous.

Hey, lifesaver.

Let's show 'em.

Hm-hmm.

Holy moly.

Hm-hmm.

Holy moly.

Morgan Hetrick. Katy Connors. You're under arrest.

Motherfucking motherfucker.

- Step away from the car. - Morgan? How did...?

How does he...? How does he know me?

You fucker!

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

You're fucking dead, Hoffman! You're dead!

Oh, yeah!

Fuck me twice? Fuck me twice?

OK, fuckhead!

Yeah, you too? You'll pay, assholes.

- Don't say a word. - Where are we going?

Don't say a fucking word. Thought you were my fucking friend!

You're dead, Hoffman!

Oh, you motherfucker.

Watch the fucking hat!

One down, one to go.

Hey, Jim?

You did good.

Hey, everybody, work quickly, but cleanly.

OK. He's going to be sitting there.

I want to be able to see the expression on his face.

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

Suspects in red vehicle heading north towards Highway Five.

What are you up to, John?

You didn't actually rebuild that car on your father's lawn, did you?

Ah. If I so much as stepped on Daddy's lawn,

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

Too bad. I liked 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 scuzzy coke deal will not.

Ping-pong.

Ping-pong.

Ellen?

I know you're in there.

Open the door!

We have to talk.

Come on.

Damn it. Now what?

Great.

John!

- What is he doing here? - Where are you going?

Open the window, Jim. Open the window, Jim.

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

Come on, Jim.

Fucking piece of shit.

- Get your hands off me! - You're coming with us.

I know my rights.

Both those exits, OK?

Well, just make sure you've got him head to toe in there.

Lift the glass up, please.

All right, 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,

because you will be dragged down with him.

Jim?

Ellen, it's Bill. I'm looking for John.

Do you have any idea where he is or Cristina?

Has something happened?

No. What could have happened?

Nothing. Sorry, Bill. No, I don't.

- I don't know where anyone is. - 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.

Do you know where he is?

Thank you.

Well, you are moments away from being a very rich man.

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.

How did it just come up?

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

They're in the lobby. Heading upstairs.

- Let's get everything ready. - Got it.

- Hide that. - Let's go.

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 just call you,

and say, "Hey, man. I need $30 million to save my company.

Let's do a drug deal?"

What are we talking about here, John?

That I need help.

It's just not cut and dried like you want. It really isn't.

That's very different than suggesting 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?

No. This predates that.

John DeLorean.

John, we have a deal to save the car, the factory, everything.

Bill.

MiNiT Financial came through with 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.

No, you don't. You have a life sentence.

You need to sign this.

I can't do it, Bill.

Why, for Christ's sake? This is what we've been breaking our asses for.

Because they'll own the company.

At best, I'll be a figurehead, and most likely, they'll push me out.

You can'tjust 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.

Come on.

You know the biggest mistake we made?

Making all the cars the same color.

Sure, they're futuristic looking, but... we should have 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 OK, John?

Sure.

You know, I never thanked you properly, Jim.

And I always meant to.

Wh... Hey.

Don't do this, John.

Just go home to Cristina.

Work something else out.

I'll go in here alone and just call the whole thing off, all right?

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.

John, glad you could make it.

- Hello. - This is John Vicenza.

- I've heard a lot about you, John. - Hi.

A different world for you, huh?

Well, you'd be surprised.

I took the opportunity of ordering some champagne.

Well, it seems like a day for champagne, yeah?

Um...

Are the...

Are the monkeys here?

Some. The rest are downstairs.

Oh!

We could have quite a party, huh?

It's...

Go ahead, John.

Pick it up.

That's better than gold!

Gold weighs more than that, for goodness' sakes.

So here's to a lot of success for everyone.

And, for all those... those phone calls.

Huh?

Jim?

Thank you.

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

You're under arrest for narcotics laws violation.

I... 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 cannot afford one, one will be provided.

Do you understand your rights?

John Z. DeLorean, former top executive with General Motors,

more recently the creator of a sleek 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.

They found several pounds of cocaine.

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.

...in a $24 million cocaine deal.

The FBI says he was the financier turning to drugs.

...in Washington, DC, attended by DeLorean...

James Hoffman, who DeLorean claims entrapped him in the drug deal,

while FBI agents posing as drug dealers opened a suitcase full of cocaine.

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

...driven and finally desperate for success.

DeLorean himself is out ofjail, on bail, in California.

We have more on that from Dennis Murphy.

Last night, wearing the suit he was arrested in 11 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 a week from Monday.

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, OK?

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

It's not really my style.

How are you, Jim?

I'm OK.

You?

Hmm.

How's Cristina?

Well, she's hired a designer to make her a new outfit for every day of the trial.

It's gonna be a long trial.

It'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.

Stay focused.

Stay calm.

Stay honest.

Look them in the eye.

Be polite. Be respectful.

Mr. Hoffman, 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.

So which is it?

Did John DeLorean suggest the drug deal?

Well...

Can you help me, Jim?

Well, it's hard to say.

Settle!

Settle down!

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.

Mr. DeLorean?

Mr. DeLorean?

Mr. DeLorean, do you plan to resume your career in the auto industry?

Would you buy a used car from me?

All you had to say was that 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 it.

It's been a long journey, but in the end, I think justice was served.

OK, thank you, everyone.

Oh, that's a big help, thanks.

Jim, the phone's for you!

Can you pick it up?

Honey?

Babe, the phone's for you.

Hello?

OK. OK, I'm leaving now.

All right, bye.

Hello, John.

How are you doing?

My name will live in infamy, but I'm free.

And single.

Hmm.

I guess not everyone needs a DeLorean.

That's good, that's good.

Well, now what? What...?

Well, I'm designing another car.

And this one is gonna have all the bits

I was forced to leave out of the last one

and it's gonna be...

It's gonna be really special.

Oh, you mean...

something like that?

I figured I'd hold on to that for you

on the off chance you might want it back someday.

It means a lot, Jim.

Well, I've got to...

Oh, my God!

Come on. Here we go.

You gotta be kidding me.

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