All language subtitles for The Last Chase 1981 1080p HMAX WEB-DL HEVC EAC3

THE LAST CHASE

-Mr Hart!
-Fetch, is that you?

Sorry your car ran out of gas,
Mr Hart.

I couldn't find more. Honest!

What the hell
is the matter with you?

You could always get
what you want.

Not anymore.

I can get you anything,
but I can't get you gas.

The only gas you got
is in that station back there.

And you better do something
about that too.

All cars were supposed to be
checked in the depot a week ago.

Everything's going crazy. They even
canceled the world series.

And I'm sorry about your family.
I was gonna send some flowers,

but can't even get those anymore.

I'll be going now.

Gotta be crazy to hang around here.
Not getting any better.

Too bad you couldn't race
that new car of yours, though.

Going home was always
the hardest part.

My wife and my son
were among the first

to be stricken by the disease.
It all happened so suddenly.

For a month or so I had some kind
of delayed reaction.

I'd go back home and somehow
expect them to be there.

I kept hearing sounds
that weren't there anymore.

Those of us who survived
learned to cope with changes.

And I lost the chance to do
what I do best: race cars.

Like so many other things
in our lives,

it suddenly became expendable
when the oil was shut off.

I helped in the emergency
field hospital as much as I could.

There were so many people
that needed help.

At first, they came in
by the hundreds.

And then by the thousands.

Military personnel were
working around the clock

trying to control the chaos
in ways that no one really wanted.

This car should've been turned in.
Come on, move it!

Death was everywhere and
no one was sure how it started.

Some said it was a kind
of legionnaires' disease,

but others had more
conspiratorial theories:

germ warfare, terrorists.

The rumors were endless
and terrifying.

Easy. I'm sorry.

Please, I'm begging you.
That was my little girl.

She'll be all alone.

It's alright, soldier.
Let her through.

We lost track of the days
and after a while,

we just learned to live
with the panic and fear.

It became part of our lives
until if finally subsided.

But all that was a long time ago.
Over 20 years.

There are things you pretend
you've gotten used to.

No cars, going to work
at a job you don't like

and living by the rules,

the endless rules that they made
for us over these last two decades.

Still you learn to hide a part
of yourself away from the others

and just carry on.
Day by day by day.

And now it gives me great pleasure
to introduce you

to the spokesman for the
Mass Transit Authority,

a man who used to be one
of the most famous

racing car drivers in the world,
Mr Franck Hart.

Thank you. I keep on being asked
what a race car driver is.

Back in the days when we had oil,
it was possible to go from A to Z

in the time that now
it takes to go from A to B,

except for all the hours we spent
lining up for gasoline, of course.

This is the subject going to work.

We got this this morning outside
his office at the Transit Commission.

He was three and one-half
minutes late.

His name is Franklyn Hart.

Do we have any other
information on this man?

I think I have something here
that just came in.

We got this last night. He was
recorded going to a confiscation yard.

Ok, stop it here.

This was the third time he's been
recorded in a place like this

in the past month.

He was there
for about 27 minutes.

What is he carrying?

I think it's something
from an old car.

It says here that he had some
trouble adjusting to the new system.

What was that report
from the historical section?

He has a couple of minor offences
for breaking rules.

He used to race cars
back when they were legal.

He was responsible for a fatal
car crash in the 1980s.

They say he lost his nerve

and wasn't able to drive
at high speeds anymore.

This footage is from that race.

He lost his family in the epidemic.

-He was a...
-That's enough, Mr Morely.

Have him brought in.

What the hell!

Get that federal file
out of data processing.

Louis, you handle that
surveillance problem.

Let me know tomorrow or Friday
at the latest what's happening.

Somebody's plugged into our lines
and all these geniuses around here

said we were foolproof.

You must be Mr Hart.

Have a seat. And Stuart, make sure
that lawyer in the third section

gets transferred. I'm sick
of incompetence in that area.

Now then, Mr Hart. I recognized you
from your television appearances.

We've installed video
cameras over the confiscation yards.

In the old days
we called them junk yards.

These aren't the old days, Mr Hart.
According to our files,

you might be having
trouble adjusting.

And your files are right.
The old days were better.

Why?

Not so many bureaucrats
with questions.

I don't miss the old days.

Just how old were you
when the oil ran out?

Or was supposed to have run out?

-I'll ask the questions, Mr Hart.
-Sure.

Tell me, what were you doing
over the confiscation yards?

-Trying to build a new form of car?
-Yeah.

The Arabs are getting tired
of their 30-year-old Cadillacs.

You realize that there were
minor offences against you,

you're now automatically
scheduled for a hearing.

You could be sent
to a rehabilitation center.

-Jail.
-A rehabilitation center.

It's next Friday.

-For breaking rules.
-Laws.

Lady, you got too goddamn many laws.

It's impossible to tap
into the system,

but somebody's doing it.

-Mr Morely, I want it stopped.
-Yes, ma'am.

It was to have been the race
in which Franklyn Hart of the US

defended his lead in overall points.

But after two laps,
Hart lost control on the corner

and just behind him Hanz König
of West Germany

and Stephan Aulders of South Africa
were sent crashing into one another

and König never stood a chance.

Trapped in his car, he was
out of reach of desperate rescuers.

Franklyn Hart did not complete
the race and went into seclusion.

Mrs Hart, City TV.
Can you tell us how your husband is?

He's alive. I don't know.
I've been told he's alright.

I want to see my husband.

This is Radio 3 California
calling America.

Our signal will probably be jammed
in less than a minute

by bureaucrats,
who now control this country.

We have returned to the land,
to the deserts, to the mountains

and to our cities. But we are
also returning to machines and...

My name is Franklyn Hart. I've been
asked to explain to you

some of the advances being made by...

What the hell are you doing?
We got work to do.

-We've always got work to do.
-What are you doing here?

Trying to imagine how I look
down there on the stage.

-Yeah? How do you look?
-Like an idiot.

-Why?
-You should know.

You help me write
most of that garbage.

"Former race car driver,
now fanatical Mass Transit fan.

Riding the subways and trains
into the hearts of mankind."

-Come on, Jud. Not another bar.
-This place is different.

It's what you said about the last
place and the one before that.

Franck, this is supposed to be fun.

It's always a pleasure to see
so many young smiling faces,

also, some faces
that aren't so young.

Now in a moment I'm going
to introduce you to a man

who is the spokesman for the
Mass Transit Utility.

A man who in his time

was one of the most famous
race car drivers that ever was.

But I guess you kids from the
32nd district boarding school

wouldn't even remember
what a racing car was.

It was before your time.

So Franck, come on out here
and talk to these people.

Good morning. My name
is Franklyn Hart

and I've been asked
to explain to you

some of the advances being made
by your Mass Transit Authority.

These advances are...
these advances...

These advances...

I've been explaining about these
advances for two decades now.

I was chosen for this job
because I was a race car driver.

Racing cars were vehicles
that could go at incredible speeds

and compete with each other.
They were private vehicles.

Yes, private vehicles.

I was chosen for this job
as something like a reformed sinner

talking to a church congregation,

spreading the gospel of moving
you around from this place

to that place to another place
without any problems.

No pollution, no guilt.
That's the best part, no guilt.

In the old days we were supposed
to feel slightly guilty about cars.

They created social problems.

The oil companies
were making too much money.

There's too many highways.
Always guilt! Mountains of the stuff.

So we changed all that. We went
from oil to nuclear to solar

to what we have now,
which is mainly a lot of rules.

There's thousands of them,
they're growing like mushrooms.

You're an idiot. You know that?

You know what that little outburst
is gonna do for you?

You'll make a fine spokesman.

The wheels of transit will be
well oiled by your golden words!

For God's sakes, this is serious.

Jud my friend, there ain't
nothing serious anymore.

What are you doing?

I'm hanging from the statue,
Miss Rawlston.

I can see that. Why are you
hanging from the statue?

Because they tied me up here again.

Ring, have you ever thought

that you should try to be
a bit more like the others?

That's one of the reasons
your parents sent you here.

Yes, Miss Rawlston.

Alright now, everyone smile.

We'll be looking at this picture
for years to come.

Everybody ready? On 3.
One...

Those are my chemistry notes.
Took me two months to do them.

You didn't have to do that.

I thought this computer interference
was under control.

This is supposed to be
a foolproof system.

The tracer has it narrowed down
to a 6-block area,

bounded by a park
and a boarding school.

Ready to transmit. Clear all trails
to receive transmission.

YOU ARE NOT ALONE

Franck, did you get the memo?

What are you talking about?
Are you crazy? I'm not gonna retire.

It's not exactly retirement.
They want us to suspend you.

What's the problem now, Jud?
Richard asked me to kiss this mob.

I'll fix that up as soon
as I talk to the school kids.

You don't understand.
It's different this time.

It's not like all the other times.
It's official.

What do you mean, it's official?

They want you where
they can keep an eye on you.

It means jail, Franck.

... that the signal is coming
from a boarding school.

That's impossible! How could
anyone in this school

be interfering with your
police lines?

It's coming from up here.

Wait, don't hit me.

-Who the hell are you?
-I'm important to you.

I'm the only person who applauded
your speech the other day.

I take it you didn't bring
the rest of the audience.

It's the police. They're after me.

What next?

-Yes?
-Sorry to bother you, sir.

We're looking
for a young man, a runaway.

Sorry, boys, I can't help you.
I fell asleep a while ago.

I was just waiting for the rest
of my family to come home.

Alright, thanks. Just call in
if you see anything.

I sure will.
Thank you now. Good night.

-What is it?
-It's a car.

It doesn't look like the ones
in the history books.

-What are you gonna do with it?
-Nothing.

You heard that illegal
broadcast too.

You're going to California,
aren't you?

Why don't you just take care
of your own problems?

What was the report
from the two policemen

who went to his house
this evening?

Nothing. Just that
he'd fallen asleep

and was waiting
for his family to come home.

He doesn't have a family.

-What's all that?
-It's an old aerial map of Boston.

Most of these roads haven't
been driven on in 25 years.

And there's no way to get
out of the city.

All the roads have been
blocked on the outskirts.

I got a friend that'll help me.

-Who?
-Smokey the Bear.

I'm not trying to be nosey.
I'm just curious.

No kidding...

What's in the bag?

-These are my chemicals.
-Your chemicals?

Yeah, I carry them around
everywhere.

I also brought
some electronic equipment.

Tell me exactly
why the police are after you.

I haven't hurt anyone
if that's what you are talking about.

Just answer the question.

I've tapped in the government lines.

-What else?
-I rearranged a few things.

-What the hell does that mean?
-I blew them up.

You got any other talents
I should know about?

I have the police
returning to the house now.

You can hide in the attic and
leave after the police have gone.

Good luck.

What the hell is that?
What have you done? Open the door!

-You're gonna leave me here.
-Of course I'm gonna leave you here!

-Take me with you.
-No. Now open the door!

No!

I'll open the door
if you take me with you.

Mr Hart, you're under arrest.
Come out now.

Allright, get in.

Now open the goddamn door.

Cover your face.

Shine it straight in front of us.

Hold on! Watch out!

I don't want him to get away.

He's heading for the tunnel.
Call for a barricade.

Come on, stop him.

He's gone into the old part
of the tunnel!

-Where are you going?
-Don't worry about it.

Stop him.

Control! A car has just broken
Smokey the Bear. Please instruct.

The car is now 68 miles
from the suburb.

My name's Hawkins.

I've been sent
here from Washington.

I understand you have
a problem here.

I'm sure it's nothing serious.

Everything should be
under control soon.

Marvelous!

-How fast is he going?
-100 miles per hour.

110.

120. 130.

120...
He's slowing down!

I understand those cars
can go faster than that.

Maybe he's afraid
to go any faster.

It is anticipated that the car
will run out of gas after 300 miles.

Then we'll pick Mr Hart up.

I think I must tell you all

that this car will not run
out of gasoline.

In fact, in old gas stations,

at the bottom of every
underground tank,

there are two
or three inches of fuel,

which the internal pump
cannot reach.

However, with a little foresight
and a special pump,

it is possible to get the gas

and therefore have an almost
inexhaustible supply.

This is Radio 3 California
calling America.

We have just received reports
from eastern outposts

that a car has somehow broken free.

The first car on the roads
of America in over 20 years.

The car has been tracked
driving westwards toward California.

Push!

-Push, dammit!
-I am.

No, you're not.

Jesus! This is like a flea
pushing an elfin.

If you don't like it,
get somebody else.

If you can't take it,
get the hell out of here.

If I'd known it would be like this,
I would never have come.

If I recall,
you weren't exactly invited.

-If I'd had any choice.
-You had plenty of choice.

Yeah? It was either break out of
there or end up talking to myself.

I was talking to myself.

I was the class loon
in my own little world.

You know something? No one's
ever trusted me. Just like you.

-Spare me.
-It's true.

-I trust you.
-Yeah? I do all the dirty work.

-Like what?
-Like pushing the car: me.

Now I'm 100 pounds
plus 10 pounds of mud.

Pushing a gorilla like you,
who won't even trust me to drive.

-So you wanna drive, that's it.
-No, it's alright.

I was hoping
you might want to drive.

When I say "go", I want you
to give it some gas.

But easy, though. Real easy.
You understand?

I'm gonna try and get some leverage.

-Are you ready?
-Ready.

OK, go!

And they're off, in the most
exciting race of the year,

thoroughbreds of the air,
racing across America,

in the Air Force's 1953 version
of the Kentucky Derby.

At airports across the country,
the Saber jets refuel

and then take off before
the thousands of excited spectators.

One after another,

the daredevil pilots race
from the East Coast to California.

Each man showing
the skills

honed in the deadly skies
of the Korean war.

And when the first Saber jet
lands in California,

a new transcontinental
speed record has been set,

with a plane coming almost 90 minutes
in front of its closest competitor.

For those at the finish line,
the winner is no surprise.

Air Force Captain J G Williams,
the celebrated war ace

once again dazzled the experts
by his outstanding performance.

For a dashing pilot
and his flying machine,

a well deserved welcome
for a decisive victory.

What is this?

Captain J G Williams, Purple Heart,
Congressional Medal of Honor winner

and one of the greatest
jet pilots in both the Korean

and the Vietnam wars.

Mr Morely, I have
an assignment for you.

Hello! Anyone home?
Captain Williams?

Excuse me.

You work for my wife!
I can tell by the look in your eye.

I know she'd sick you on me
sooner or later.

-How'd you get in here?
-The door was open.

I'm not here on behalf of your wife.

-You're not?
-No, sir.

You ever fly a kite?

Did you know, Mr...

-What the hell is your name?
-Morely.

... that when the Chinese
invented the kite,

it was supposed to be a way to get
you closer to the gods.

A kind of a space shuttle
for the soul.

-You want it, pal?
-No.

No? God! I'm gonna quit
this stuff too. Right now! Quit.

Captain Williams, your
government needs you, sir.

Yeah? The last time
my government needed me

was at the Vietnam war.
I flew 138 missions.

And I should've come back
a damn hero.

I've got the medals to prove.

But what did I come back to?
A lot of damn abuse.

I believe they want you
to fly again, sir.

You haven't any damn airplanes,
have you?

They're offering you a chance
to fly a jet fighter, sir.

Mr Hawkins. Captain Williams
to see you, sir.

Send him in.

-Cpt. Williams, how good to see you!
-Sir.

Outbackers...

-What do you see there, captain?
-I see a car and two people.

Look at that. Son of a bitch!

It's much more than a car
and two men.

That's all I can see.

This man is dangerous.
This little joyride he's on

is undermining the entire
balance of this country.

Sir, this is just one car.

A little exhaust isn't going to upset
the whole balance of the universe.

-You are missing a metaphor.
-A meta... who?

I am talking about our entire
way of life, captain.

We live in a society

that has the greatest tranquility
ever created by man.

Furthermore, this society
is more protected

than any other in history.
And do you know why?

-I figure...
-Because of the system!

The system of our existence,

which has been worked out
so perfectly.

In fact, it is that system
which dispelled the desperate quest

for the impurities
contained in mobility,

the mobility which has driven
this nation like rats,

scurrying in every direction,
that led us nowhere!

Now we have removed
that addiction

and brought order and tranquility.

The two most fragile flowers
in any civilization.

And this man, this fool
is suffocating all those flowers,

staining the natural hygiene
of our society

and tampering with the world's
most perfectly balanced system!

Sir, what do you want me
to do about it?

I don't know about you, Mr Hart.

Maybe you're getting too old
for that kind of driving.

It was ridiculous the way
you came barreling down

on that guy on the road,
driving like a maniac,

swerving around at the last
possible moment.

I don't know. Maybe your reflexes
are gone.

Maybe you're just trying
to show off in my benefit.

But I've never been impressed
by that kind of childishness,

so you're wasting your time.

Call me, maniac?
Here's a towel.

Alright, you got me back.

Baby, what have they done to you?

Papa's here.

Never fear, papa's here...

What are you hanging around
here for?

What kind of a plane
do you think this is?

Let's go. You make those tests?

What do you think this is?
A chicken party? Let's go.

What about tires?
You brought those tires?

Baby, you haven't forgotten a thing,
have you, baby?

Sexier than ever, baby.

That's it, baby.

You're better and sexier
than ever, baby.

Excuse me, Mr Hawkins.

I think it's a bit extreme
to send out a jet fighter.

Madam... Miss, extremism
in the defense of virtue is no vice.

I have another plan. And it's
in effect right now.

In that area, there is only one
road that they can stay on

and at the western edge
of Pennsylvania,

they'll be stopped
by a road block.

It's a good idea, madam.

Come on. Keep it moving.
Come on you in behind here.

Franck, look at this.

-What is it?
-It's a satellite hook-up.

Probably communications
with the people in control room.

What should we do?

You think this stuff
is still any good?

Nah. Been sitting here
since before you were born.

That's too bad.

Look at that. Wake up!

What is that?

Move that thing!

Those horses should've been
hooked up 10 minutes ago!

This is Ranger 1. The fugitive
vehicle has been intercepted.

Requesting further instructions.
Over. Control...

-What the hell is going on?
-I want to get through to them!

I can't! I don't know
what's going wrong.

Come on, move off the road.

-You, get the car out of here!
-Yes, sir!

Now then, perhaps we can
get down to business.

Control, Eagle 1,
passing over Pennsylvania.

What's the latest?

Eagle 1, this is control.
We've lost them temporarily.

I believe they're on the other
side of the Kansas border. Over.

Roger. We'll find'em
and we'll catch'em.

It'll be dark soon.

-Are you cooking tonight?
-I did it last night.

-I know, but the beans were terrible.
-Sorry.

-I'll open the can if you'll cook.
-Alright. You do the dishes.

-I'll wash and you'll drive.
-OK.

Maybe eat at MacDonald's?

-What's that?
-Something we used to have years ago.

What did you do besides race cars?

-Did you hear me?
-What?

I said, what did you do
besides just race cars?

-I played the clarinet.
-I'm serious.

-You're always serious.
-I can't help it.

-What else did you do?
-I had a family.

-Did you have a son?
-Yeah, I did.

-Would he have been as old as I am?
-A little older.

You've never told me anything
about your own family.

-I haven't seen much of my parents.
-Why not?

What's the difference?
Nothing I ever did was good enough

so I finally stopped
trying or caring.

You've never seen this part
of America, have you?

-I haven't seen any of America before.
-Wait till you see the Rockies.

-Are they far?
-No, just over the...

The plane is turning back
toward the car.

The plane is closing at 5 miles.

Closing at 4 miles.

At 3 miles.

It's catching up to us!

Closing at 2,000 ft.

Closing at 1,000 ft.

Now.

It's alright.

Eagle 1, this is control.

Captain, how could you miss?
Let's get it over with.

What was that thing?

It's called a jet fighter,
it's known as the Saber.

-Like the sword?
-Like the sword.

And it just comes down
out of the sky and kills you?

That's exactly what it does.

-Are you sure you're alright?
-Yeah, I'm alright.

We gotta move to lower ground
on the other side of the mountain.

Come on, son, get in.

OK, son, here's your chance
to drive.

König never stood a chance,
trapped in his car...

He's alright. I've been
told he's alright.

I've got to know if this is
some kind of trick.

I'm not too sure I understand.

We have had people come here before
who weren't who they said they were.

I like it here. I don't want
to be drive out of another home.

I didn't exactly plan
to stop here.

Indians aren't sure
of you or the boy.

-Where is he?
-He's alright. He's with my son.

Is this Indian land?

Yes, they reclaimed it all
after everyone else had left.

And they're allowing us
to stay here

as long as we don't attract
too much attention.

Do you want us to leave?

-Are you worried about the plane?
-No. Satellites.

We put our metal all
in the mine shaft there.

-Who's the old man?
-He's my grandfather.

He used to be a New York cop.
He's gone a little funny, though.

He's real happy to see you guys.

He's been waiting for years
just to give someone a ticket.

I've been waiting years
just to get one.

Move along.

Control. Eagle 1.
280 Arizona.

-What the devil happened?
-I lost them in the woods.

Gotta wait them out. Bad damage
to the car, though.

Why didn't you just stop them?

I just figured you wanted me
to scare them.

Wrong, captain. I want that man.
You know what I mean.

Understood, sir.

You can refuel there?
Stand ready. Over.

Yes, I comprehend, sir.
Sure do, sir.

Over and out, sir.
On my way, sir.

-I offered.
-I'm managing.

I'm not so sure about that.

I used to be a nurse
before everything changed.

The ones who insisted on doing
everything themselves

were as bad as those who wanted
you to do everything for them.

Why?

Because half the time
they did it wrong.

But there's always the other half.

In this case, it doesn't matter,
cause it's not serious.

Yeah?

I can spot a faker
from a mile away.

-Guess it means I might live.
-That's right. No sympathy.

-What happened to your husband?
-He died.

What do you do out here?

We fled the cities and we spent
8 years moving around

from place to place
out here like gypsies.

I should be asking you
what you're doing out here.

-Heading to California.
-That doesn't answer my question.

Let's just say I'm doing
what I have to do.

He wants to kill you, doesn't he?

Where's the closest safety
commissioner to that area?

We have one in Salt Lake City, sir.

Utah's too tough to deal with.
How about Tucson?

We closed Arizona
eight years ago, sir.

-Denver?
-Yes, sir.

We have another post there.

See they'll give us
a surveillance team and a few tugs.

Just like hunting, Mr Morely.

You find the animals,
then you flush them out.

Instruct them to wait until they
find the car.

I think we're gonna have
to be going soon.

Why? No one is forcing you out.

He's gonna have to be given
what he wants sooner or later.

That's terrific. So he gets
to kill both of you.

He almost did it once before.

No, I don't think
he intended to that.

I joked up. If I hadn't
panicked into that gas station,

I don't think he would have had us.

It's been 25 years
rehearsing for that moment

when I'd be able to drive a car
like I did the old days.

When the time came,
I was afraid, terrified!

I am a star, in case
you didn't know it.

Yeah, K & M. Second in Le Mans,
stopped in the international points.

But even if the cars
hadn't been taken away,

I still wouldn't have been able
to keep up with my act.

I was in a crash. A bad one.
A couple of drivers were killed.

It all happened for one
very simple reason: I lost my nerve.

No one knew it except me
and maybe the dead drivers.

So when I buried that car
in my garage,

in a way, I was glad.

I lived with my little secrets.

-Come on, let's dance.
-No way. Watch my arm.

They still haven't found
the car yet, sir.

I'm quite aware of that, Mr Morely.
Now get me Cpt. Williams.

I want him to drive
those people out.

I'm afraid he hasn't
responded all night.

Cpt. Williams, do you read me?
Cpt. Williams, come in!

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter?

You lucky bastard, up to the gods.

I won't ask you not to go.

-I know you understand.
-I understand.

You like Eudora, don't you?
In fact, you more than like her.

"More than like her"?
What the hell does that mean?

-You know what I mean.
-No, come on tell me.

No.

Come on, I want to know
what "more than liking her" means.

You love her, don't you?

-What do you know about love?
-Enough to know it when I see it.

You little smartass.

This is a radio receiver.

It should pick up signals
from all over.

It'll be useful when we
get going again.

You do want to go, don't you?

This is Radio 3 California.

There's been no further word
on the car

that was last seen approaching
the Rocky Mountains.

We will continue
to bring you further details.

Control, this is Expedition.

We're proceeding
with plan alpha. Over.

-Why is that voice so much louder?
-Maybe because it's close to us.

You stay here.

Is this really necessary?

Yes.

-I want to see Eudora.
-No.

-What happened to her?
-She's alright.

It's you and the boy
they're after. Now leave.

I've tracked him again, sir.

Get me Cpt Williams.
Now we'll see what happens.

There are no hiding places
where they're heading.

I've never actually operated
the system myself, sir.

I don't think anybody has.

It was installed quite some time ago
in case the Russians...

Make it do something.

It works!
Isn't that something?

Now practice.

-Practice?
- Practice.

You're very good
with the laser, Mr Morely.

-Now put it on automatic.
-Automatic?

Automatic.

Sir, you realize it will destroy
anything that moves.

I'm quite aware of that, Mr Morely.
Now give me the key.

Thank you.

OK, kid, I'm gonna do something
I haven't done so far.

I'm gonna give you an order.
And so help me Christ,

if you say one word, I'll make your
old school teachers look like saints.

I want you to stand perfectly still.

You move and I'll bust your butt.

Why do you want to keep
this thing going?

Don't you understand? He just
wants to keep the chase going.

He's probably saying
the same thing himself.

All that you're gonna finish
is with each other.

No, we're not.

Either we play it his way
or we're both dead.

Listen to me.

-I'm going in that car with you.
-Can't you understand?

I've done a lot of losing
in the last 20 years.

I don't want to lose you too.

There's still no change, sir.
Neither of them is moving.

They're moving toward each other.

Come on, you old two.

85 mph.

150 mph, sir.

190.
205!

210! 220!

230! 240!

250! And they did it.

250 mph, sir.

This is great!

Look out!

-Can you do anything with that radio?
-I don't know. Just a minute.

I want to hear what he says.

Hart, you read me?

Hart, can you read me?

Signal to him.
Come on, use the light.

I wouldn't hurt you, kids.
I've been bluffing.

It's a big game.
Don't you know that? Atta boy.

You guys are pretty good.

Hell! I ain't had this much fun
since I was a cadet.

Neither have I, old man.

Jam the communications
and order that idiot back.

Are they close to the laser,
Mr Morely?

Yes, sir. It's just a few
miles ahead of them!

You bastards!

-What happened? Why did it miss?
-I don't know. Maybe it's rusted.

I think he's gonna attack
the laser, sir!

Listen, Hart, your friends back home
are getting impatient.

They're getting ready...

-What's the matter?
-It's been jammed.

Hart, fun is over. Those jokers
have activated a laser up ahead.

-Can you fix it?
-I can't.

Hart, you hear me?

Hart, danger ahead.

Laser gun ahead. Stop the car.
Get off the road.

Hart, stop the car.
Get off the road!

Do you hear me? Hart...

OK, boys, I'll have
to stop you my way.

Thought he was finished
with all this.

For God's sakes, don't go through.
Stop, will you?

Control, Eagle 1. I see a chance
to wear medals after 30 years.

Mr Morely, you understand
what that means, don't you?

It's locked off
and coming into range now, sir.

And here we go.

No!

He's going straight
at 2500 ft.

He's at 2000 ft,
he's not pulling up.

Up to the gods, baby.

-He's not pulling up.
-Up to the gods.

He can't!

My God!

Franck, I think we're there.

They have made it.

They have arrived on the
California border unharmed.

The old racing car drove out of the
desert at 3 o'clock this afternoon

and was greeted by the people
of the border towns.

Have any of you thought
what this would mean?

A car on the loose. A symbol!

People going, all of them,

when they want to
and where they want to.

Have you thought what
this could mean?

Cars everywhere and people
watching the things.

America, they have made it!

This could send us
back to the 1980s.

THE END