Driven

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 propaganda from the prosecution and

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. Please, vacate the aircraft. -Why do you know his name?

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

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

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.

Okay? I thought they would have fun.

Except it turns out that Bolivia is a shithole

so we took them to Disney World on the way back.

You took them to Bolivia as cover and you picked up so much coke,

you thought you'd celebrate in Disney on the way back.

-Okay. Ben, listen to me. -Don't call me Ben.

It said Ben on your badge.

It says Benedict J. Tisa, Special Agent in Charge,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Special Agent in Charge? I like that.

I like you, you know. And I really like your suit.

You look great. You're the best-dressed guy here.

You know that. Dress for the job you want, right?

Okay. Look, Special Agent in Charge.

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

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. -What do you mean? 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. You know 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.

(TAUNTING) 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. Okay 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.

-(CHILDREN CHATTER) -Come on, baby.

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

Ay-yi-yi.

-(ENGINE CUTS OUT) -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. -Okay.

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 at least gets to put his name on it.

I might do that yet.

Yeah. Hey. Hold on a sec, okay, will you?

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

(SHOUTS) 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. (LAUGHS)

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.