Original subtitles

Max: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy, 'cause when they met,

it was murder.

Jennifer: The Parthenon was built during

the time of Pericles,

between 447 and 432 B.C.,

and was designed by what may have been the most successful

architectural team of all time.

Isn't it beautiful?

I wonder if Max fixed the roof yet.

Jennifer: This is the coliseum.

Oh, terrific.

Give me your camera.

I wanna take a picture of you against

the background of Athens.

- Okay. - How do I look?

Great. One classic in front of another.

Oh, thanks.

I wonder how the Rams are doing.

All right. Thank you.

The board meeting will take place in Los Angeles

on schedule in three days time.

Today is Tuesday.

I should start acquiring new stock at once,

very discreetly, of course.

And at Friday's board meeting,

I make my move to take over.

Surely he can block you with the stock he controls.

Only if he discovers what I'm doing.

It is up to you Victor to ensure

that once he lives Athens,

there's no way his office can reach him.

So, while he is racing around the Greek mountains,

you take over the company.

Exactly. That's why I have chosen this time

to begin my operation.

To a successful takeover bid,

your first foothold in the United States.

To Jonathan Hart Industries.

To Mr. Hart, may he never know what hit him.

How far?

He simply hasn't appeared.

Good luck.

Thanks.

How does it look?

Oh, great. Mountains, cliffs, fire trails,

goat track, and about 60 miles of unpaved road,

piece of cake.

You guys got it easy.

I got to go up in that thing.

Max, are you still worried

about flying around in that helicopter?

I'm telling you, Mr. H, it's like taking off

in a giant Cuisinart.

Man: May I have your attention, please.

Your attention, please.

We're about to begin the Jonathan Hart

Industries Acropolis Rally.

Three days and two nights from Athens

and back again.

All the entry fees, which by the way

total over 750,000, will be donated to one

of Mr. Hart's favorite charities.

Man: The winner will receive a silver trophy.

Mr. Hart thanks you all.

Switch this map with the one the Harts are using.

I want him running around in circles,

so confused, he doesn't get back to Athens

before Friday.

Man: Local police patrols have been alerted to stop

and get assistance in such cases

or aid from any other source.

The rules are simple and straight forward.

There are three check-in points,

the first night, at Delphi,

the second night, in the town of Meteora,

and the finish line back in Athens at the stadium.

You've been given maps with suggested routes,

but as the saying goes, "Check in as you go."

If you believe you have an inspired route of your own,

follow your nose.

You must check in each evening.

Short of that, the first to cross

the finish line is the winner.

May I remind you, the formal...

I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding.

Yes, yes. I understand there has been

a misunderstanding, but I'm afraid it is you

who have misunderstood.

The rules are quite clear

if you care to reread them.

There must be two passengers in every car

and there is no reference whatsoever to race,

creed, sex, or species.

Man: We hope to see you at Delphi tonight

in good condition.

Good luck to all of you.

Hold it.

Okay. Go.

- Mr. Jonathan Hart. - Here you are, darling. Yes?

Anthony Vlachos. I thought I recognized you.

Your reputation precedes you.

Don't believe a word of it. I was born lucky.

Yes. This is Max.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

My wife, Jennifer.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

I see you could lose the race

and still end up the winner.

I supposed someone should say may the best man win.

No need Mrs. Hart. It goes without saying.

Anyway, it's a rough course.

I just wanted to wish good luck.

Thanks very much.

Good luck Mr. And Mrs. H.

See you in Delphi.

Hey, Max, don't worry.

Once you get airborne, you'll be alright.

- Yeah, I hope so. - Bye-bye Max.

Man: Go.

Man: Go.

Okay. Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Hang on.

There is an emergency phone call

for Mr. Hart from Los Angeles.

I'm afraid they just stepped out of the office.

Will you take it?

- Okay, I'll take it. - Come on.

Did they give you any tips on

how to get through the traffic?

Fly.

It says here that it was on this very site

that Zeus made his pact with Aphrodite.

I thought that Zeus was the head man around Olympus.

Why did he have to make a pact?

Well, he didn't really have to make a pact.

It's just that Aphrodite could be

very persuasive when she wanted to be.

And Zeus fell for a lady's charms?

That's what they call it mythology.

Look at that statue of Apollo.

What a magnificent physique.

On second thought, maybe you better

look at the map.

When it's all over, Hart will realize

we planned everything, won't he?

Sure. But by that time, it won't matter.

I wish I could, Mr. Eady,

but Mr. H is nowhere near a phone right now.

But I'm flying up to Delphi with the officials,

I can give him the message then.

William: I don't wanna alarm him, Max,

but I think he ought to know.

Tell him that there's been some trading

of his stock for the last couple of days.

It's a little heavier than usual,

but probably within bounds.

I'll call him Friday with the report.

Okay. Let's see if I got this straight.

There's been some trading

but it isn't too bad and you'll call him

after the board meeting.

Okay. I'll give it to him.

What was that?

There was a great dress in that store over there.

I wanna remember the name of this town.

I wanna come back here.

Blackie, Blackie, if you stop dribbling

and concentrate just a fraction on the map,

we stand a prayer of not finishing up in Belgium.

Right curve now.

Come on, Black Hole, you ridiculous mutt.

Can't you see? Get off the map.

We are hopelessly lost.

Having trouble?

Very funny.

Get off the map.

You ridiculous mutt.

How long does it take to walk to Delphi?

This is murder.

Hey, is that right, if anything happens,

you can't glide like a plane,

you drop like a stone?

Is that right?

Huh?

Tell me, don't be so tense.

Loosen up.

This is not a game for me, Ute.

I've planned for this moment for some time.

You know, once I have Jonathan Hart Industries,

I can spread my influence right across America.

And by now hopefully the Harts

are lost among the goats,

somewhere up in the mountains.

And if they find their way down?

Then I will do whatever

is necessary to protect my interests.

Something tells me we're slightly off course.

Yeah, but we're making great time.

All we need now is a few more gallons of gas

and 300 more horsepower.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Delphi.

And congratulations to those of you fortunate

enough to arrive with all four wheels.

In fact you have completed the first day.

Hart's office have got through to their man, Max.

At the moment,

they think it's just routine stuff really.

Fine, even if Hart makes his way here,

that news won't alarm him.

Jennifer: Times like these,

I wish we could call the Auto Club.

Max will be glad he went by a helicopter.

Poor Max.

He must be worried to death about us.

Oh, Jonathan.

Jonathan: Hey, can you give us a hand?

I'll call Max first thing, okay?

Mr. and Mrs. H,

where you been?

I've been real nervous about you.

You have a very interesting technique

with dealing with stress.

Come on, sit down. Sit down.

I'll get you something to eat.

Seems your little trick didn't work.

Got to slow him down.

Keep him from getting back to Athens

before the board meeting.

I'll make sure he doesn't get back to Athens.

Here's some Greek cloudberries.

Dolmatas. It's grape leaves stuffed with rice and things.

And try some of the chili sauce,

so named because it oozes down,

takes the edge off the day.

Max, do you still have your rally map?

Certainly. Why?

Would you mind getting it and picking

up our stuff in the car, too?

What's up, Mr. H?

I have a feeling somebody planned

a little scenic tour for us.

Okay, but watch that ouzo, it sneaks up on you.

Thanks, gentlemen.

How does it look, Mr. H?

A lot better than your head at the moment.

Guess you scared off whoever it was.

Mr. Hart, helicopter is ready.

Thanks very much.

Helicopter... you're going somewhere, Mr. H?

- No, Max, you are. - Not the helicopter.

You're going into Athens to be checked out by a doctor.

But it isn't necessary.

I feel fine. I'm okay.

We'll feel fine once you've had your head x-rayed.

Wait a minute.

What about the rally?

I don't wanna miss it.

We'll be in Athens the day after tomorrow, Max.

- We'll give you a full report. Come on. - Come on.

Oh, God, do I have to go in that egg beater again?

But Mr. H, maybe I got conked harder than I thought.

Maybe I ought to take a car back there.

Oh, no. Come on, Max.

Come on, Max. Keep your eyes closed.

You'll be there before you know it.

Make sure you come back here after you drop him off.

We'll need you in the morning.

Oh, Mr. H, with the bump on my head, I almost forgot,

Mr. Eady called from LA.

He said there's some trading

in Hart Industries stock,

but nothing to worry about.

I'll give him a call the first chance I get.

Come on, get in.

Sorry, there's no movie on this flight.

Look after yourself, Max.

Don't you think someone's going a little overboard?

First our map and now Max.

Maybe we should withdraw from the rally.

Maybe we're the odds-on favorite.

How can we be?

We're not professional drivers.

You're right, it doesn't make any sense.

Only if someone wants to take off with the winnings.

Jennifer: But the winnings are going to charity.

You know what I'm thinking?

What?

You remember that story you told me

about Zeus's pact with Aphrodite?

That was just mythology.

Well, myth convinced me.

Jonathan, that is the worst joke

I've ever heard in my entire life.

What's wrong with it?

Would you stop that?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Get out of here.

The Harts have probably been told about the trading.

If you value your position,

you've got to stop tampering with engines.

I think, Victor, you better start tampering

with Mr. Hart himself now.

Jennifer: Now wasn't it worth getting up

extra early to see all this?

It says here that this was the spot

where the Pythian Oracle sat.

She would answer any questions, but always with a riddle.

Jonathan: How did she do that?

People would camp at the bottom of the hill

overnight before coming up to ask questions.

The oracle sent out spies to eavesdrop

at the campsite and get a line

on what questions to expect.

Well, it does take time to work out a convincing riddle.

Well, go ahead.

Go ahead, what?

Well, we came all this way.

Aren't you gonna ask a question?

Oh, darling, the oracles are long gone.

You never know, the old vibrations

may be lurking about. Try it.

All right. But since this is a spiritual place,

I will ask in private.

Man: Now, wasn't it worth getting up

extra early to see all of this?

Now, listen, old darling,

you are really gonna have to play by the rules

or you'll have to get out of the race.

I've been pretty square with you.

I gave you the bed last night,

you've had three solid meal... you devoured

an entire box of my best cigars.

If you have any problems,

speak now or forever hold your peace.

I'm sure the oracle will listen,

providing you're moderately articulate.

Oh, good morning.

It's a lovely day, isn't it?

Man: Ladies and gentlemen,

we are beginning the second day of the rally.

Most of you tonight

We offer a special hope with our sponsor,

Mr. Hart is gonna ride behind the wheel

and not behind the car.

Are you sure you got the right map this time?

I've been over it point by point.

Man: Go.

Hold it number eight.

Go. Number 14, go.

Number 10, go.

Right turn. Five, four, three, two, now.

Don't get too close.

Just close enough to watch when it happens.

You know what it says here?

What does it say?

Look out.

Looks like the end of the road.

Wait a minute.

Construction site at the Dmitri Zemeckis

Memorial Highway?

You want some of this?

Jennifer: No, thanks.

Judging from the progress, Mr. Zemeckis is still with us.

Well, there's 15 kilometers of dirt road ahead.

Here it goes.

Jonathan: This shouldn't be so bad.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Jonathan, Jonathan, what's the matter?

Jonathan, can you hear me?

Jonathan.

Jonathan, wake up.

Oh.

Oh, Jonathan, Jonathan, take it easy.

We're all right.

Jonathan, let me get this off.

Jonathan: See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad.

He has some luck, this Hart.

Better let me do it next time.

Max?

Max? There's a man

calling from the United States, Mr. Eady.

It must be for Mr. H.

I told you, you shouldn't be disturbed but he insisted.

He said it was urgent.

Okay. I'll take it. Thanks.

Even if you are an executive assistant,

you still need your rest.

You know how it is at the top, Helena.

It's one crisis after another.

I'll fix your medicine.

An important man like you should learn

to relax and get well.

Helena, you're the best medicine

I've had in a long time.

Max here, what's your problem, Mr. Eady?

William: Max, I got to get in touch

with Mr. Hart urgently. Where is he?

Max: Right now, he's in the middle of a mountain.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Well, it may be too late.

Someone is trying to take control of the company.

They can't do that, can they?

Mr. Hart doesn't vote his proxy

by the tomorrow's board meeting,

he'll lose the company within 24 hours.

Even if I could find him,

he couldn't get back to Los Angeles in time.

He doesn't have to be here. He can vote by phone.

Max, this is serious, you've got to find him.

I'll see what I can do. Where do I get you?

At the office all night.

Max: Okay.

Helena, I got to get Mr. H.

Did you see that rally map I brought back?

No, I didn't, but you're supposed to be resting.

Right now resting would be the worst thing to my health.

Where is that map?

Max, I insist, the doctor said complete bed rest.

Oh, here it is. Sorry, Helena, I got to go.

I wanna get this canteen to the Athens Police Department.

Have them check it out.

How's your head?

Remember the night that we celebrated

the anniversary of our first date?

That bad?

Worse.

Max: Taxi.

Helena: Max, wait. You're my patient.

I suppose if you're running off somewhere,

it's my duty to see that you are taken care of.

Helena, you're terrific.

Tell him we wanna go to Meteora.

He doesn't know where it is.

It's about 600 kilometers from here,

in this area somewhere in the mountains.

Meteora?

You got to be out of your mind, buddy.

About 500 bucks out of my mind.

5 c-notes?

I hear Meteora is a pretty nice place this time of year.

Max: You speak English.

Well, after driving a hack cab

around the Garment District in New York for 15 years,

you do get to pick up the ideas for phrases.

The Greeks, just for tourists.

Garment District, huh?

Did you ever run into a guy named Three Cop Theo,

ran the game for 34th Street to 7th Avenue?

Yeah, Theo. I was in there for 300 bucks.

I paid him back in free rides.

The name is Max.

Hey, nice to meet you. Name's Nick.

My name is Helena and it's time to take your medicine.

Man: Welcome to Meteora.

We would like to offer our congratulations

on the completion of the second day of the race.

As expected, you are becoming a smaller, select group,

and a special congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Hart,

who arrive tonight with their engines running.

At this rate, we won't get there till morning.

Nick: Fifteen years, I've had truckers, stalled buses,

Jersey drivers, garbage in the streets,

I've never had sheep.

Miserable animals. No wonder they eat them.

Man: You realize, of course, they are a dying breed.

Tragic, we always travel with a dog.

Find the telephone junction box for the town.

Destroy it.

We still have 18 hours before the meeting,

but just to be sure, I shall give you

the chance you've been waiting for.

Man: Good morning ladies and gentlemen.

I hope you have acquired a good night sleep

and are ready for the final day of the race.

On behalf of Mr. Hart, we hope to see all of you

in great condition in Athens this evening.

Well, it's time to go.

I've been thinking, darling,

I really think we should pull out of this rally.

I don't think that'll do any good.

Why not?

Because I don't think what's going on

has anything to do with the rally.

It's Max.

Max: Where's Mr. Hart?

- Mr. H. - Oh, he's in the hotel.

Thanks, come on.

The Hart office must've gotten word to them in Athens.

The phones are all cut here.

Hart would never get through to Los Angeles on time.

I can't rely on that anymore.

It's still not too late to put their car out of commission.

We're past that now.

Hart's aware of what's happening.

While he's still breathing,

he'll do anything he can to stop it.

While he's still breathing.

As I told you, all the phones have been cut out

since last night.

Thanks.

Jonathan: Max you take a taxi back to Athens.

We're going by helicopter.

Max: Okay, Mr. H. We'll see you over there.

The helicopter's gone.

- Is he alive? - Yeah.

Max, have the hotel clerk call an ambulance.

Right. Come on, Helena.

We're gonna have to get to a phone pretty quick

or we're gonna lose more than a $50 cup.

We're gonna lose the company.

Hurry it up, will you, Max?

Take it easy.

There's a village about 15 kilometers

up the road from here.

Unless they've cut all the phone lines in the country,

we should be able to get through there.

Well, we just found the chopper.

I don't think he's here to escort us back to Athens.

Come on, get in closer.

Get in closer. Down in front.

Lower, lower.

Darling, there's a tunnel about 500 meters

or so on up the road.

Closer.

Move in closer.

Watch out.

Did you get a look at the pilot?

No, but I got a good look at Vlachos's girlfriend

with a rifle.

Vlachos. Of course.

He's the head of one of the largest corporate

empires in Europe.

Maybe he's planning a little expansion.

That turn off is about six kilometers from here.

I hope they got a telephone.

That meeting is about to start in 20 minutes.

I see no reason for the delay.

I move that we proceed to the vote.

- Telephone. - Is there a phone anywhere?

Jennifer: Excuse me. A telephone.

Do you have a telephone?

Jonathan: Do you know where there's a phone?

We're just looking for a telephone.

Thank you very much.

- Telephone? - Is there a phone anywhere?

Telephone?

You don't know? Oh, boy.

Well, looks like we're all here for the finale.

Make a wish, darling.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Eady

has just been delaying the inevitable.

I'm calling for a vote and I'm calling for it now.

Yes?

Yes, operator, I will.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a call from Jonathan Hart.

Jonathan: Can you hear me all right?

You're coming through fine, Jonathan,

but you'll have to code.

Hart code. Jackal 15112.

Okay. Mr. Hart, you're clear.

Gentlemen, I understand there's a matter

that requires my attention.

Did you make a good wish?

Alright.

The way I figure it,

there's no possible way we can win.

I cannot see. Even though you cannot drive.

I want to finish this race.

- You stop it. - Do you not understand?

The way I figure it,

we're the only ones that are going to finish.

We have to win.

Max, I'm gonna hand it to you.

I have been mugged, ran into, delivered babies,

but this one really took the cake.

The ride's on me.

Thanks, Nick, but Mr. H wouldn't allow that.

He doesn't want anybody to work for nothing.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Once we get back, it's right to bed.

Is that the doctor's orders?

Let's leave the doctor out of this.

Hey, it looks like Mr. and Mrs. H are gonna make it.

You know, after all that's happened to us,

it hardly seems fair to win this way.

We've broken every rule in the book.

But we do it so well together.

Oh, gently.

Man: And the rulebook says,

the first car to cross the finish line wins.

In this case, it will also be the last.

Our congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Hart.