So here's the challenge.
We had to drive the Viper from the airfield,
across the town of Griffin to the railroad bridge and back.
A 10 mile round-trip. All while being hunted by the Cobra.
The Viper was fitted with a missile detection system.
If the Cobra got in range the white light went on.
If it got missile lock, the yellow light would go on.
And if the red light went on, well, we were dead.
Like a video game, we had just three lives to make it there and back.
When do we go?
-I think right now. -I think we go now.
Rutledge was the navigator. His first task, find the airport exit.
How do I get out of here?
-This is a dead end. -Oh, crap.
I'm swerving.
Our only chance was to try and outmaneuver the Cobra.
I think the swerving just makes him mad.
-Dead end, dude! -He's got yellow!
Okay, I have crapped my pants!
Oh, no! He's right above us!
Oh, my God! Look at that!
He's got yellow. Oh, no!
Oh, my God, we're dead!
One life down, we had just two left. We needed to get out of the airfield.
It was time for plan B.
I think you shook him.
-Is this the way out? -Yeah.
You need to go up here, hang a left at this stop sign.
We're in the trees. We should probably just like blend a little bit.
We're in the trees, just a couple of guys in a convertible.
There he is right there.
-Let's pull into the carwash. -Alright.
-He's right above. -Oh, man, look how close.
In a weird way the Viper is kind of every guy's dream.
It's bright, it's loud, it's fun
and it's got way more power than pretty much any of us need on the street.
The Viper is kind of like that girl that you wouldn't bring home to mom.
Right.
You have videotaped every intimate session you've had...
-It's like Pam Anderson. -Yes.
There's not much real about it, but who cares.
Let's get out of here.
Listen, I know we've got power, let's just try to drive normal for once.
-Let's just drive slow. -I get it, blend in.
We were just three miles from the bridge and we still had two lives left.
-See look there's another red convertible. -Yeah.
With another woman in it. See, I think that's a pattern.
Yeah, I definitely think we're probably the only two dudes
riding together in a red convertible right now.
We had made it to the old warehouse district,
just a few blocks from the bridge.
Oh, crap!
This is ridiculous!
Yeah, bear right.
Back up.
There you go. Just go right at him. Uh-oh!
Look out!
Look at that!
We'd lost the Cobra and made it to the halfway point.
Now all Rutledge needed to do was find the way back to the airfield.
With only one life lost, things were looking up.
But it's almost like it echoes through the...
-No! There he is! -Oh, crap!
Don't just sit here! Go, go, go!
Hard left, we've got to go underneath the bridge.
Nice, nice, nice. You shook him.
The high-speed escape had saved our butts, but now we were lost.
-Should I turn right here? -Yeah, take a right, take a right.
Dead lost.
How did we get into a cemetery, Rutledge?
What kind of navigator are you?
I cannot find my way out of here. We are going straight to hell, my friend.
Just turn left here on Blasphemy Boulevard.
Plan F wasn't working out.
Take a right here.
-Oh, hell! -Where is he?
He's right behind us.
As we moved amongst the tombs and graves
the Cobra dived on us, ready to spit its venom.
This was our Judgment Day.
This is like the Dukes of Hazard!
No, no, no. He's got a lock on us.
Of course, we get killed in a cemetery!
I decided the time for hiding was over.
It was time to fight back. It was time for Plan V, V10.
Where is he? Left turn!
The high-speed run got us back to the airfield.
We just had to make it through the hangars to safety, 500 yards away.
But the Cobra was waiting.
Oh, crap!
Oh, I saw his eyes!
Damn, that think is fast!
We're going 150 miles per hour.
Oh, my God. Dead end, dude!
Out in the open we were sitting ducks.
Oh, we're dead!