Overdrive

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And so, ladies and gentlemen,

we come to our final item,

a 1937 Bugatti type 57sc Atlantic,

one of only two in the world.

I could take the time to further

describe this absolute gem,

but you wouldn't be here today

if you hadn't been dreaming about

this car your entire life.

Bidding starts at $30 million.

$30 million, anybody?

Thank you, madam. $30 million.

Do I hear 32?

$32 million. Thank you, sir.

Thirty-four, anyone?

Thirty-four, on the telephone.

Thirty-six, anybody? Thirty-six.

Thirty-six over there. Thirty-eight.

Do I have 38?

Thirty-seven, if you like.

What do you think?

This is the one?

Thirty-seven. Thank you, sir.

Thirty-seven over there.

Here. $38 million,

on the telephone.

Thirty-nine, in the room.

Thank you, sir.

$40 million. $40 million.

Going once, going twice...

Final call at $40 million...

$41 million.

$41 million, I have a bid.

Going once, going twice...

Sold for $41 million.

Congratulations. The

car is yours, sir.

Come on.

Come on, Gabriela. Call me.

That phone's not gonna ring.

You don't know that.

I'm on a bridge in

the south of France

instead of on a beach in

Brazil, counting our money,

because you fell for the mark.

I didn't fall, okay?

If you look around, and you

don't know who the mark is,

then it's you.

That Ferrari is not coming back.

You were played by

a very bad girl.

She'll call.

She'll call.

Can we focus, please?

I do love the bad girls, though.

Focus.

All right, i heard

you the first time.

I bet you did, with

those big-ass ears.

There's nothing wrong with my ears.

I've got dad's ears.

That's us. You got this?

Yeah. Do you?

You might need more of a running start.

You're gonna tell me how to do my job, now?

I'm just saying, one more step

might make all the difference.

Just drive.

Seriously?

Okay.

Hey, brother.

I should be driving.

You're flooding it, man.

Cutting the brakes? Really?

That was your decision? I

saved your ass back there.

You should learn to be kinder to

your brother. Half-brother. Yeah.

We were trying not to draw

attention to ourselves.

You know, i usually take

your general sh*t

attitude towards me

as a thinly-veiled cry for

help, but not today, brother,

because this beauty is our

first step to getting flush.

Whoo-hoo!

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't...

Hi, Garrett.

You climbed out of our bed,

tip-toed over the floor,

and left me there

to steal that car.

We are a team.

You can't sideline

me on this one.

Well, I... I tried

to convince him,

but he wasn't having any of it.

I'll give you a minute.

Yeah. Steph...

You've got to let me in, Andrew.

All the way in.

Just tell me, "you got it."

You got it.

Come on.

Let's toast to Marseille.

Damn right, baby.

Yeah, if jackass over here can

learn how to follow a plan.

Come on! Your plan was to

hang off the side of a truck.

If only your dad could see you right now.

Here we go.

Did I ever tell you

about the time

I changed the oil on

that '62 Ferrari?

Terrible impression of dad.

Greatest goddamn day a grease

jockey like me ever had.

See, I heard the Ferrari

before I saw it.

Felt it shake the

floor of the garage.

He's not gonna stop.

The body was like that

of a... Elegant woman.

The paint, a perfect red.

The oil...

We've really got

to get him a girl.

For a few hours, everything

felt right in the world.

And then, like a

vision, it was gone.

Okay. Time for bed, old man.

Fine.

Bye.

Hey.

- Get some sleep. I'm serious.

- Yeah.

We've got a car to

fence in the morning.

Yeah, you're right. We

should call it a night.

Or...

So, what was that you were

saying about "all the way in"?

Beautiful.

You have delivered the dream.

That's the foster guarantee.

When I told you i

wanted this car,

I didn't say i wanted it

stolen from a madman.

Let's be clear about that.

Well, we don't ask you

where you get your money.

Don't ask us where

we get our cars.

But sometimes, you upset the

wrong guy and you find trouble.

Well, then don't upset us.

Look. Come on, now, all right?

This is just business.

You ordered a classic, Mr. panahi,

and we delivered on time.

If you just pay us,

we'll be on our way.

I swear,

I had no idea who the

car belonged to.

I would never have... Shh...

Do you know who I am?

Nope, but I'm pretty sure

the last time a guy

wearing an ascot got laid

was 1972.

So you're brothers?

Yeah, he's my brother

from another mother.

Literally. Look.

Never mind.

Would you like to know who I am?

If you look to the west, just

where the lake meets the shore...

Right at the tip, you see?

About 200 meters from there

is where I was born.

The house I lived in was no

bigger than a storage shed.

My mother worked

for a fishmonger,

cleaning up scales and blood and

gills until her fingers went raw.

She was stooped over as

long as I ever knew her.

I didn't want to hug her,

the way she smelled.

Can you imagine not wanting

to hug your own mother?

My father worked for a man who

restored antique hunting rifles

until the day he died.

I learned all about underlever,

exposed hammers, whelen barrels,

express sights

before I could walk.

When he died, i started stealing

wallets from the sailors in Marseille.

Made quite a living.

Kept expanding my operation.

And now, I'm the biggest black-tar

importer in Southern Europe.

And a collector of

all that is rare.

And beautiful.

Untie them.

I wanna show you more beauties.

Is that the alfa Romeo 158?

Yes, it was driven by

Juan Manuel fangio.

This car finished first in the

1950 monte Carlo grand prix?

Perceptive.

Dodge 6 with

right-handed steering?

It was altered for

al Capone himself.

Very convenient for a drive-by.

Corvette c1.

'64 Shelby cobra.

You got an Austin-healey,

a Jaguar type-e, and, a BMW 327,

and an Aston Martin!

'70? '69.

'67 mustang.

Porsche 356.

Jaguar xk120.

Exactly right.

Right.

You're... Jacomo morier.

Dear.

Yeah.

Entirety of my life has been

invested in these cars.

They're a constant reminder

of how far I've come

and how far i intend to go.

That motherless freak

panahi thieved from me,

which means you thieved from me.

Mr. morier, we had no

idea this was your car.

We just thought it was purchased at

auction and passing through Marseille.

Ignorance of a crime against a man

is no excuse for the crime itself.

Whoa! Wait, wait, wait.

Look, Mr. morier, maybe there's

something we can do for you, you know?

Garrett... Make things square.

He's gonna shoot us.

You're not helping.

Max klemp. Max klemp? Max klemp.

Look, either we cut him in,

or there's nothing to cut.

Cut me into what?

Okay. Max klemp.

Max klemp was a third-generation

heavy out of west Berlin.

Born with a silver

spoon in his mouth.

Turns out he was the

smart one in the family

because at age 15, he started his

mba at the university of Munich,

seven years younger

than any other student.

At age 20, he proved himself not

only brilliant with numbers

but capable of taking

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