Drive

There are 500 million cars worldwide,

over half in the U.S. alone,

and for as long as there have been cars, there has been...

"The Race."

Secretly moving across America's roads and highways,

it may be happening around you now.

So the next time some jerk cuts you off on your way to work,

give him some slack.

They could be racing for their lives.

Mr. Tully, when was the last time you spoke to your wife?

Right before I left the shop. I called her to let her know I was coming home.

Was there anything unusual in her tone?

Did she sound frightened?

She sounded happy.

It's our, it's our anniversary.

So your attacker, whoever he was,

must have gained entrance between the time you called and when you walked in.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Possible she may have let him in?

I don't know.

Mr. Tully,

would you say you and your wife have been getting along?

What?

- You think I'm lying. - Mr. Tully...

No, no, the husband's always the first suspect.

Okay, just give me a lie detector test, water-board me,

whatever it is you need to do, but you find my wife.

Have you been up to the bedroom?

No. Why?

Looks like she packed.

Took everything with her.

If your wife's anything like mine, that had to take the better part of the day,

- so by the time... - I know my wife, all right?

She didn't leave with that man. He took her.

Why?

Why?!

A kidnapping generally happens for a purpose--

to compromise those left behind.

Now, why would someone want to compromise you?

I don't know.

You think on that.

Excuse me.

Delivery Room Two.

Looks like this is it, Mrs. Patrakas.

Let's call the husband, get him down here.

No!

It's Monday.

Richard has meetings all day on Mondays.

Let's not bother him with this!

Well, this is the big day.

Looking forward to going home?

Oh... yes.

I mean, unless it's too soon.

'Cause if it is, I could probably catch Richard before he leaves.

It's not too soon.

Oh, good.

I just wanted to be safe.

Mrs. Patrakas,

is there some reason going home doesn't feel safe to you?

I don't know what you mean.

Bruising, Mrs. Patrakas, on your left thigh,

back of your shoulders?

You want to tell me about that before your husband gets here?

I'm just clumsy.

Just clumsy, clumsy.

Wow, look at that.

This must be the premium basket.

Mrs. Patrakas...

I'll be more careful from now on.

I promise.

It was my old man, right?

My lawyer never said nothing about me making parole.

They don't thrill me with the details, Salazar.

Yeah, it was him, and I know why, too.

He's in Florida now.

Got his perfect new family with him out there in Boca.

Hear he's breaking into politics.

Probably thinks if he does me this one solid, I'm gonna be grateful,

ain't gonna make no noise.

Guess what?

Should've kept my ass locked up.

Something wrong?

That's not yours?

No, man, it's mine.

I'm just checking it.

Keep your nose clean this time.

Mr. Salazar's office.

Yeah, is Mr Salazar there?

May I ask who's calling?

Tell him... tell him it's his son.

Oh, Sean, hi! I didn't recognize your voice...

No, it's not Sean.

It's his other son.

Oh, one moment, please.

Mr. Salazar's not available. May I take a message?

Yeah, sure.

Tell him, uh, tell him I said thanks.

That I got the phone.

And I guess he'll just call me on it whenever he wants.

All right. Anything else?

Yeah, you know what?

Tell him he could have put some cash with it, too.

That'd been okay.

Hello?

Got to hand it to you, Alex, you got willpower.

Others would have ripped that box open first chance they got.

Who is this? Where's Kathryn?

Listen closely. I'm about to make you an offer,

one that could change your life,

but you must follow instructions to the letter or risk losing this opportunity.

You'll not have time to consider it; you will not have to think--

only to act,

for action now is what is required.

In the next 15 minutes, you must be in your car and on the road.

You will drive to Key West, Florida.

It is essential that you drive.

You may not fly, you may not take a train.

You must arrive in a vehicle.

You're going to the Wayfarer Hotel.

Proceed directly to the Ponce de Leon Ballroom.

Only there will you find the answers you seek.

The moment of decision is upon you.

If you're not on the road in the next 15 minutes, we'll know.

If you contact anyone, we'll know.

If you go to the police, we'll know,

and you'll never hear from us again.

- You get all that? - Yeah, I got it.

Start your engine.

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Subtitles : Willow's Team

Sorry.

You don't understand. My daughter has no idea what's going on.

I'm sorry. Those are the rules.

Mr. Tully, you're late.

Not a very good way to start.

Late for what? What is this?

This was the orientation which you have now missed.

You're feeling disoriented.

It's only natural.

- Where's Kathryn? - Kathryn?

- My wife. - Oh, right, you're wife.

Um, couldn't tell you.

No, you're going to tell me.

No, actually, I'm not.

I don't know anything about your wife, Mr. Tully.

That was you on the phone. I recognize the voice.

Yes.

Well, I did everything I was told to do.

I'm here and I want answers now

or else we're going straight to the cops.

Oh, I wouldn't recommend it.

Involving the police would be grounds for immediate disqualification.

What?

Mr. Tully, the PowerPoint's put away, the P.A. system is shut off.

I've snapped shut my satchel.

Do you really expect me to go through all this again solely for your benefit?

I expect you...

to tell me exactly what's going on before I beat you to death.

Beating me to death would also be grounds for immediate disqualification.

Fine, but it won't be nearly as impressive without the visual aids.

What is going on is a race--

a secret, exclusive and illegal cross-country road race.

That's why you've been invited here.

First prize is $32 million.

- What? - Tax-free.

- No. - Yes.

Those people you passed? They're your competition.

Am I supposed to believe any of this?

No. I admit without the PowerPoint, it does seem a little farfetched,

but if it is true

and you refuse to compete,

you'll never know what else might be waiting for you at the finish line.

That phone you hold is going to ring,

and when it does...

...that means the race has started.

My advice?

Get on the road, Mr. Tully,

try like hell to win this thing.

Someone's got a lot riding on you.

"Mainland go," that's all it says.

- What more does it need to say? - It can't be that simple, can it?

Baby, don't overthink it, okay? There's only one way to the mainland.

Anything else, we're swimming to Guantanamo.

Okay.

He's hot. I hate her.

Change of plans. Can't stay here. Too expensive.

I should've planned this trip better. Honey, I'm sorry.

Dad, you were giving me a ride home from school

and we ended up on the exact opposite coast from where we live.

What part was ever planned?

It's a one-of-a-kind piece. It's worth a whole lot more,

but I'll give it to you for 50 bucks--

I mean, I got to do some driving and I'm kind of on fumes here.

Come on, bro, help me out.

Hey, pumpkin, how's the weather?

Oh, it's nice. It's beautiful.

Really? 'Cause the on-line forecast for Hibbing said rain.

I.. It's wet, but beautiful.

Yeah. How's your mom?

She's good. She, uh, she says hi.