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Sometimes it feels like life's moving too fast,

like we're in a race, going a hundred miles an hour.

And when you're going that fast, anything can happen.

Billy, look, it's getting all crowded up around there.

You don't think I know that?

I'm coming into the pits. Right side's pulling.

Tires only have 20 laps on them.

I'm the one behind the wheel. I know when I'm pulling!

Billy, just hold for a yellow. The car looks fine.

When a car spins out, it's obvious.

Billy! Jesus!

But when a person spins out,

you often can't tell till after they've hit the wall.

- Mom, please! - No.

Oh, Lindsay! What about "clean your room" was unclear?

I need a Hazmat suit and a blowtorch!

The overreacting-mom thing is beneath you.

- That's not helping your case. - Mom, it's Ricky Lambert's party.

The Ricky Lambert. Everyone's going.

You should have thought about that before you plowed a car

into a McDonald's speaker box.

So you know, grounding your child for four weeks is positively North Korean.

- What is this? - That's a watermelon rind.

It's biodegradable.

What the heck is going on down here, Ray Jay?

Look who's in the neighborhood.

T.K., what--? It's 7:30 in the morning.

- What are you doing here? - Just running a down-and-out.

Sorry about the lamp. Little miscommunication.

Baby, I think they're out of cream.

- Rochelle, Dr. D. Dr. D., Rochelle. - Hi.

T.K.!

Gotta get your hands up. Come on, man.

- I'm okay. - Rochelle, is it?

Yeah, would you mind if I had a word with Terrence? You are so kind.

You cannot show up here whenever you like.

Emergency. There's a new kid on the team pissing me off.

My kids piss me off every single day. That's not an emergency.

So we can continue this discussion

at your regularly scheduled appointment tomorrow,

not with hookers at breakfast.

Rochelle is not a hooker. She is a stripper.

And what are you so stressed out about?

I have a really important meeting now

with someone who actually does have an appointment,

- so I need you and Rochelle-- - Some lady named Betty's here?

Morning.

Ms. Santino, I'm Betty Gleason, court-appointed observer,

here to do the home evaluation

in connection with your divorce-custody proceedings.

What's that mean?

I'm here to determine the fitness of your living conditions

and make a recommendation as to who gets custody of your children.

Awesome.

Terrence King is still a pain in my ass!

Don't they make some kind of pill for that?

Oh, if they did, I know someone I'd give it to.

I'll give you this. He is playing better.

But off the field...

Let's just say he's not a leader in the locker room.

And now we're having all this drama with Shane Givens.

Who?

Number-two receiver.

Fans love him. The press loves him.

- Hell, I love him. - Oh, but T.K. hates him.

Bingo.

Made a couple of great catches and now, of course, T.K.'s sulking.

Bitching and moaning over how many touches Shane gets.

Sibling rivalry, without the sibling and only one rival.

This team has finally turned a corner,

won two in a row, but this thing with T.K. is like a virus.

If it spreads through the locker room, it'll take the team down.

Now, if no one has any other emergencies,

I got a team to coach.

Dr. Dani, I expect to see you at the Hawks charity event next weekend.

- Charity event? - Don't worry. It's actually not that bad.

We could ride into the city together if you want.

Not a date. Just more like carpool.

Trust me, I would love to carpool with you.

But no. I don't think that I can make it.

- Everything okay? - I'm just underwater right now.

I feel if I take one more thing on,

I'm just gonna be like:

Go to the bottom of the pool.

Go ahead, run it again!

- We have another client for you. - Jesus!

You really should lock your doors.

Grand theft auto is the number one felony in New York.

Yeah. Breaking and entering, also a felony.

Coach did not mention anything about a client.

- You know Marshall Pittman? - Marshall Pittman.

Yeah, yeah. He's like an eccentric media mogul.

Flies planes and owns networks and teams.

- Including the New York Hawks. - And racecars.

Last month, his top driver, Billy "the Kid" Rhodes, crashed.

He walked away unhurt but hasn't saddled up since.

He's missed four races.

Pittman's getting very impatient, as are the sponsors.

Pittman was impressed with your work with T.K.

Oh, well, I'm very flattered.

But I can't take that on right now.

I've barely wrapped my mind around football.

- What's that? - Billy's address.

He's holed up in a nearby hotel.

Pittman doesn't take no for an answer. Assuming you want to stay in his employ.

He wants him back in the car for the Pocono 500.

That's in 10 days.

Billy's expecting you.

When?

- Now. - Now?

Don't you people believe in appointments?

Excuse me, I'm looking for Billy Rhodes.

He's right there.

Excuse me, Billy?

Hey! They told me you'd be coming. Welcome to Chez Billy.

Yo, everybody.

This is my therapist, Dr. Somebody!

Actually, my name is Dr. Dani--

I already told them I'm not interested in therapy.

Marshall Pittman is a big overstuffed baby

who doesn't like being told no.

- Could we talk in private somewhere? - Yeah, that's not necessary, doc.

I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told the big boss.

I'm not going back to racing. But thanks for coming.

You can grab a drink.

Not sleeping well, huh? You're irritable, anxious?

Self-medicating?

You ever been in a steel-alloy missile

that crashed into a wall at 175 miles an hour?

- You'd be irritable too. - Vodka and painkillers?

Statistically, deadlier than auto racing.

Okay. Look, I don't care whether you race again,

but after a crash like yours, post-traumatic stress is very common.

Lady, look, if I say I'm okay, I'm okay.

And I don't need some high-priced brain shrinker to tell me otherwise.

Tell Marshall Pittman and his goon squad

that I say adios, sayonara, and they can all go to...

Billy? Billy?

Hey. The name's Dr. Danielle Santino.

When you're ready to get rid of these panic attacks, give me a call.

When did you first start having these panic attacks?

Since the accident.

It was the Atlanta 500.

Okay, I was running third with 20 laps to go.

I cut down low coming out of turn one.

I grabbed the lead from Ambrose.

- I'm coming into the pits, Jimbo. - Tires only have 20 laps on them.

My crew chief, Jimmy, and I were arguing about tires.

I'm the one behind the wheel and something's not right.

Bam, I'm bumped from behind.

I was about to take my foot off the gas going into turn two

when the car gets loose.

I tried to counter-steer. Too late.

A driver tapped you? Is that legal?

It's like jaywalking, you know.

Rule book says no, but it's all part of the game.

A little foreplay before they try and screw you.

Where I come from, doc, therapy is for crazy people.

Look, you're not crazy.

You had a near-death experience.

People get PTSD from a fender bender.

You? You hit a wall going 170 miles an hour.

One seventy-five.

Look, talking is not gonna change anything, okay?

I spun out.

When you're afraid of the wall, you're done.

I'm done.

Someone who was done wouldn't have shown up here today.

I think you want back in the car.

Okay, let's pretend that I do.

How are you gonna help me?

You gonna line it with bubble wrap and rainbows?

I'm gonna help you get over the fear.

Look, give me one more session. Just see how it goes.

What do you got to lose?

Okay. One more session.

Good catch, Givens! Nice hands! Good hustle, Shane.

Reporters wanna talk to you.

T.K., next team.

- Next team. - Yeah. I don't know, coach.

My hammy's a little tight.

How come every time Shane makes a catch, you get an injury?

Because it hurts me so bad in here.

Doesn't even know which leg it is.

Hawks cares for kids, helps children from low-income families

get into sports as a way to build self-esteem.

That's how Denise and I met.

Volunteering for the fundraiser.

What we do here is a privilege. With privilege comes responsibility.

Sorry. Gag reflex.

I hate his bitch ass!

I never would have guessed that.

Come on. You got to admit, the dude is annoying.

He's got a shake named after him at Millions of Milkshakes.

The Shaneberry Crunch.

What the hell is a Shaneberry?

That doesn't even sound appetizing. I mean, I got ideas.

I came to them, I said, "Let's coin the Mint-T-Kake."

Sounds good.

But evidently, I'm not right for their corporate image.

What's your personal goal here, to get a milkshake named after you?

No, it can be a T. K.-latte, 16 ounces of magnificent mocha goodness.

Who wouldn't want to drink that?

The team brought me in to help you catch the ball.

And that is going really well.

But I think that you are taking your eye off the T.K. ball.

That was a dumb metaphor.

Let's not talk about Shane or his milkshakes.

Your homework is to keep your eyes on your own paper.

Right? Focus on what T.K. wants.

- Focus on what T.K. wants. - Yeah.

Well, hell, that's child's play.

You don't have to worry about shading your answers either way.

There's often a tendency for children to try to protect their parents.

You don't have to worry about that.

We like to tell the truth about our mother.

Okay.

- Let's talk about family meals. - Yeah. Curbside pick-up.

No, no. Chicken a la Angela.

- What is that? - Where we get in the car

and go to Grandma Angela's for dinner.

Oh, can I ask you a question?

As a child-rearing expert, don't you think it's cruel and unusual punishment

to ground your child for a month?

- Well-- - She drove my car without a license.

- And got caught by the police. - Shut up, Goody Two-shoes!

You shut up, juvie delinquent.

You better cut it out or I'll tell her about the shoplifting.

Oh, my God! It was one time.

Two times, but she only got caught once.

- Yeah, in the 6th grade. - Last year.

At least I don't have condoms in my wallet. As if!

It's called responsibility.

It's called wishful thinking, idiot.

Slot cars. This is your big idea?

Baby steps. I mean, the idea is to connect with the fun of racing

instead of the fear.

- Where'd you get this setup? - The basement.

My son used to love these things.

Didn't I read that you used to collect them?

Yeah. With my dad.

Man, we would sit in the garage for hours racing these things.

- Is that how you got into racing? - I was a pretty scrawny little noodle.

I got bullied pretty bad at school. My dad got me into kart racing.

It was like my third race on the junior kart circuit,

I had this huge win,

got handed the trophy by Dom Leveque himself.

- Dom Leveque? - One of the biggest names in racing

the past, I don't know, 15 years.

Wow, you really don't know squat about racing, do you?

Hey, whoa! Eyes on the road, babe!

Yeah, you take your eyes off the road, that happens.

So your father was also a racer?

Yeah, Dad ran dirt tracks. Dragsters, open wheels.

He worked pit crews here and there to pay the bills,

but never made it to NASCAR.

Introduced me to the greats though.

Earnhardt, Petty, Leveque.

Come on, you're half a lap behind.

You can't play it safe in racing. Gotta push it.

- Okay. - There it is.

There it comes, Doc Santino on the outside.

Look at them, folks.

- And you pushed too hard. - Yes, I did.

You're right. This was fun.

Do I get another session?

One.

But make no mistake, doc.

If I don't saddle up for that race next week,

Pittman's gonna make sure no sponsor ever comes near me again.

How's that for fun?

Let me be sure I understand.

The Hawks charity event will involve a room full of hot jocks,

and an open bar, and your trainer boy to boot?

- I don't understand how we can not go. - Recapping.

Hooker, bloody nose, football's bad boy,

all in my kitchen before 7:30 a.m.

She was a stripper, not a hooker. It was a misunderstanding.

I can't afford to have any misunderstandings

'cause the CAO's findings are going to influence the final custody status.

"Cow"?

C-A-O. Court-appointed observer.

Who is gonna be making unannounced visits

day or night this whole week.

I mean, she interviewed us for three hours yesterday

asking me, oh, you know, what do I cook for dinner,

what are my work hours, and, oh, I'm sorry,

how is it that Lindsay ended up with a police record?

Ray sleeps with half of Long Island

and I'm the one that ends up being judged under a microscope.

Hey, hey. Honey.

If making an appearance at this event is important for your work,

then just tell the cow to go moo herself.

You're not under house arrest. It's a Friday night.

We are going, going, gone!

Going, going where?

Don't you think after all your mother's hard work,

she deserves a Friday night out on the town?

Totally, Mom. You should treat yourself.

Hey, Winter. My house, Friday night. You in?

- What's up, bitches? - Feeling all right? Three more.

Matty D. What's up, man? Maybe a little hoops later?

I guess that hammy's feeling better, huh?

Yeah, you know, it's... You're a genius.

You're the Isaac Newton of hammies, I always say.

- You seem pretty chipper. - You know what? I am.

I've been focusing on myself, just chilling. T.K. all day.

Dr. D. was right. Got to concentrate on my own needs.

- Terrence King is all-evolving. - Terrence King is a dead man!

No, no! Shane! Shane! What's up?

Son of a bitch stole my girlfriend, Denise!

He did what?

Hey, Denise, we was just talking about you, girl.

That one's coconut.

What? Why you looking at me like that?

I did exactly what you asked me to do. I focused on what I need.

- And you need Shane's girlfriend? - Not his girlfriend anymore.

I mean, I get it. Some people are just jealous of other people.

The human condition is a bitch. Shane needs to move on.

What happened to Rochelle from the other morning?

Just a fling.

But Denise, she's the real deal. She's special.

What's so special about Denise?

Why can't you just be happy for me?

I mean, you never take my side. You know what?

Why don't you just order a damn Shanecrunch Berry and have a nice day?

Can you see that your behavior is destructive to you and the team?

Oh, the team? Well, you know what?

The team doesn't give a rat's ass about me.

So, you know what? And you...

You always judge me for hooking up with too many women.

Now you're judging me for falling for the wrong one.

- There's no winning with you, doc. - Therapy is not about judging or winning.

It is about understanding, and I am just asking you

why you want all this chaos around you.

And I'm asking you and everybody else to stay the hell out of my business!

"Wide receiver dust-up over team hottie."

"Family feud in the locker room."

"How concerned should the Hawks be?"

- Oh, my personal favorite photo. - Oh, Jesus.

Why doesn't he just put a billboard in Shane's backyard?

We're coming unglued faster than a kindergarten art project.

You guys, T.K. is gonna get bored of this woman

in five minutes if you don't make a meal out of it.

I don't have five minutes. Football team gets 16 Sundays a year to do their work.

We can make the girl go away.

What?

She's a human being. You can't just make her go away.

I can.

I don't care which of you takes care of the problem.

Just get it taken care of. Yesterday.

Pittman wants to know about Billy's progress.

- Jeez, you're stealth. - Race is next week.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it, okay?

Tell him that I am working on it,

but that problems don't just magically disappear.

Okay, and by the way, the only people that can make other people disappear

are magicians or killers. Which one are you?

Let me know if I can help you with that Betty Gleason thing.

- What? - Your court-appointed observer.

- Wait. What? - Wait. No! No, no, no!

Don't you do anything to Ms. Gleason.

Don't you make her disappear or go up in flames,

- or whatever it is you do to people. - Okay. Have it your way.

You! You know everything about me and I know nothing about you.

I mean, where are you from? You got any pets?

Or do you just get rid of them too?

Pardon me.

Pardon me.

I know the car, Jimmy. It was loose.

You know the car? I built the damn car.

Hey, you're Billy the Kid, so think whatever the hell you want.

Dani Santino, my crew chief, Jimmy Manis.

- Hey. Should I come back? - No, we're done here.

You said you wanted a training car. There it is.

- Try not to wreck it. - Yeah.

I'm guessing today is not about fun.

It's called exposure therapy or flooding.

The idea is to put you in the situation that provoked the trauma,

expose you to the thing that you fear and, in doing so,

reduce the stress associated with the event.

So you're scaring me into not being afraid?

We push only to the point it becomes too much.

I liked the fun stuff better.

- Billy-- - No.

Look, there's other drivers here.

Something goes wrong, it's Billy the head case all over again.

Okay. What if we put you in the car with someone else,

- someone that you trust. - Someone I trust?

Yeah.

What are you looking at me like that for?

Listen, are you sure that you want me in here

dragging you down?

'Cause, you know, I'm not really built for speed.

Team only uses this two-seater for sponsor ride-alongs.

Caps out at about 175.

And I bet there's no air bags, either, right?

Helmet on, doc. It's time to make friends with speed.

- Ricky Lambert's in? - Def. Facebooked me.

Got to go, Winter.

- What happened to grounded? - It means you don't go out.

And I'm not.

Have you noticed we're in the middle of a family meltdown?

And you're inviting Winter over? She's the poster child for trouble.

Dude, it's just a couple of friends and Winter's awesome.

As your older brother, I have to put my foot down.

As your younger sister, if you narc,

I'm gonna tell Mom about the condoms in your wallet.

- Invite Stacy Coolidge. She's hot. - Yeah. That's what I thought.

Hey, kick rocks, rooks. Let's go.

You got something to do with this?

- We got something to talk about? - Yeah.

Denise told me everything, said Nico offered her 20 G's to get lost.

- What's up with that, man? - Insulted by the concept or the number?

Look, I don't like what he's doing,

but I don't like what you're doing, either.

Locker-room fights over girls. Bush league, bro.

Maybe I'm in love with her.

Careful not to slip on your own BS.

What are you so teed up about? I'm the one making plays, taking hits.

- You got no clue what that's like. - No clue?

No, you don't!

When I played in college, I led the nation in three-point shooting.

- Damn, son. - Yeah. I had my tryouts and I took a shot,

I didn't make it to the pros. Why?

Because I ain't got what you got.

You got a window this big to be a professional athlete,

to do what you supposedly love.

But you're too busy trashing your teammates,

stealing each other's girlfriends,

or hitting guys over the head with a cell phone.

It just pisses me off to see guys like you squander their moment.

Tell me some of the things that racing conjures up in your mind.

Winning.

Good.

It hits all your senses like no other sport.

And how do you feel right now, behind the wheel?

Like...

I can breathe again.

Okay. We don't want to push it.

We've reached our goal of 70 today.

So we can just slow it on down.

Billy.

We hit 100. That is a substantial victory

'cause that is really fast.

I think that we should take a beat and shut this baby down.

Sorry, doc. Got to see this one through.

Billy, are we supposed to be heading towards that wall?

I'm sorry.

That's your version of baby steps?

Baby steps are for babies.

Tomorrow I thought that maybe

we would work on some breathing techniques.

Billy? Is everything okay?

Hey, talk to me. You want to sit down?

- That's it. I'm out. - Wait. Wait.

- You mean out like--? - Out.

Proved to myself I could do it and I did so...

- I'm done. - Look, listen. This was the hardest step.

But it takes more than one whack to knock down a tree.

Billy! Billy, listen, I'm just trying to understand

what happened between "racing is my life" and "I'm done."

I don't have to explain a damn thing to you or anybody else.

Looks like your guy is having some issues.

It's a shame when a driver spins out.

- And who are you, exactly? - Concerned friend.

Well, friend, in my experience,

people who hide behind shades are usually afraid of something.

Are you?

Jesus, Billy. Next pit stop, we're gonna change the anti-freeze in your veins.

I don't tell you how to build them, don't tell me how to drive them.

Thanks for coming in on such short notice.

Oh, yeah, we all play for team Pittman, right?

What exactly are we looking for here?

Any insight into Billy's state of mind during the race.

Well, we got four camera views here.

Over here, there's technical data streaming real-time.

It shows the leaderboard and lap times.

I'm the one behind the wheel and I know when I'm pulling!

- Billy, just hold for a yellow. - Something's not right.

Billy! Jesus!

I don't need to live through that again, do I?

This argument the two of you had. What was actually wrong with the car?

- Was it the tires? - Look, doctor.

When Billy's driving, we're out there together.

His life I take as seriously as I take my own.

I'm telling you there was nothing wrong with the tires.

I've watched the tapes a dozen times.

The guy's got invisible problems.

So, then, what do you think set him off?

Well, he got love-tapped by Dom Leveque and then he just lost it.

I keep hearing about this Dom Leveque. Who is Dom Leveque?

This is Dom Leveque.

Yeah.

This is where they're hiding the open bar.

Are you sure this is okay?

What, you mean leaving your teenaged kids

watching Gilmore Girls reruns on the couch?

Yeah, I'm calling Social Services.

Give me your phone.

I'm just really uptight about the whole custody thing.

Tonight, we're out on the town at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Yeah. Try not to overeat, okay?

- I have to go. - Oh, yeah.

I'll totally just see you after.

- Hey. You made it after all. - Hey.

Still underwater?

Yeah, but Jeanette convinced me to come out and have some fun.

Something she clearly majored in.

Speaking of fun...

- Is that...? - Yeah. Shane's ex. Denise.

- I tried to talk to him. - Yeah, you and me both.

Hey. There you are.

Natalie, this is Dr. Dani Santino.

- We work together. - It's nice to meet you, Dani.

Come on in. Hey, Sarah. The party's back there.

OMG, stranger. Haven't seen you in forever.

I know. I've been grounded since the ice age.

- What's up, Linds? - Hey, Ricky.

- You look hot. - Thanks.

- Right, Makeena? - Makeena?

How could you have a party and not invite me?

This wasn't supposed to be a party.

I may have Facebooked a few mission-critical peeps.

There's something nobody's gonna bid on.

Yo, T.K., Denise.

- Shaneberry. - Listen, no hard feelings, yo.

- Oh, really, yo? - It's all good, dawg.

I mean, you were right, you know.

You got to move on with your life. You know, the past is the past.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying. I mean, the past is the past.

You know, not everybody can be winners all the time.

Hey, I want you to meet somebody. Sugarfoot, hey.

- Rochelle? - Hey, T.K.

You two know each other?

We should definitely. For real. It'd be fun.

What? I'm busy.

Makeena and Ricky Lambert are macking in my room.

This is out of hand. Pull the plug on the music.

- Everyone will leave. - No.

We do that, we're the biggest losers in school history.

I've got to do something.

There's tongue action going on in my bedroom!

Dani.

I'm sorry. Am I missing something here?

- Are you mad? - Oh, no.

Matt, we spent one night together. I think I'm fine.

- Can I have another glass of red wine? - You are mad.

No, I'm really-- I'm not. I'm...

Okay, I am.

I am. I'm mad. I'm sad. I'm a bad mother.

I don't cook enough. I got a CAO up my butt.

Marshall Pittman is probably going to execute me at dawn.

And I would like very much to kiss you.

No. Let's be done. Okay?

Dani. You look ridiculously hot in that dress.

If that helps.

I would throw you an insult but you'd probably drop it.

Watch your mouth before I smack your ass!

I'm gonna shove your eyes down your pants

- so you can watch me kick your ass! - Hey!

What the hell's going on here?

- He brought my girlfriend! - He stole mine!

And he tried to pay my other girlfriend off!

Okay. Okay. You are out of control. You are out of control.

And you are really out of control.

- Get over here. - What? I'm out of...?

Hey! Look at me!

This is what you want? This is what you want?

All this chaos? Alienation?

- Police? - Yeah.

- What's up? - Hi.

- You called the cops. - Tongue. In my room.

Where did you say your parents were, young lady?

I was wondering the same thing.

- Oh, no. The CAO just came home. - And so did Mom.

Officer, I'd like to report a premeditated double homicide.

What a nice text to get from the neighbors.

That the police are breaking up a party at my house!

The two of you are grounded, effective the end of this sentence.

- I'm already grounded. - Okay, then you are

- uber-super-double-extreme grounded. - Mom, I told the CAO

that you didn't know anything about the party.

I'm sure that that upped my standing considerably.

I'm sorry. Do you guys want to end up in foster care?

Yeah, it doesn't have to be foster care. It could be Dad.

Do you want to live with Dad?

Grounding me for a month is cruel and unusual punishment.

And you would have never done that if Dad were here.

Okay, I'm just gonna say it.

It's weird not having him in the house. You're a lot stricter.

Look...

I know that things are different than they were a month ago.

Dad is gone, I've got a new job, and you guys are growing up

every single second of every single day.

But regardless of what the courts decide, we have to decide

are we gonna find a way to live together

or are we not?

I don't remember scheduling a midnight appointment.

Two minutes?

You know what, doc?

I think I figured out what T.K. wants.

To be liked.

You know, guys like Crunchberry get all the milkshakes.

Well, perhaps there are more likable choices you could make

than stealing a teammate's girlfriend.

Like banging his sister.

I'm kidding. I'd never bang his sister. She looks like a muskrat.

Anyway, my time's up.

Come on.

You know what, doc?

There's always somebody coming up behind you in your rearview mirror.

Younger, stronger than you, a better-flavored milkshake.

And the truth is they scare the hell out of you.

Who are you, exactly?

Well, he got love-tapped by Dom Leveque.

Jesus, Billy. Next pit stop,

we're gonna change the anti-freeze in your veins.

I don't tell you how...

Why are we replaying the argument?

'Cause I don't think it was an argument, Billy.

I think it was a panic attack.

Like what happened when I first met you.

I wouldn't be surprised if these panic attacks

started before the day of the crash.

So?

Tell me about Leveque.

- What about him? - How come you didn't mention

he was the one that tapped you the day of the race?

- Who cares who it was? - You also didn't mention

that he has done this to you before.

Talladega, the Brickyard. Why?

I don't know.

"I don't know" means "I don't want to tell you."

Look, he's been going hard after me since I first made sprint cup.

He doesn't give a damn if he spins me out

or shoves me straight into a wall.

I don't see him doing that crap with other drivers.

- Why do you think that is? - Because he thinks I'm a loser,

- just like my dad. - No.

It's because you're younger, because you're faster,

and because you scare the crap out of him.

He is sports-psyching you. He is getting in your head.

That is why you spun out.

You kept looking in the rearview mirror when you should have been focused

on the road ahead of you.

He chose you because you are in his head.

You're his worst nightmare.

You... You just don't know it.

Dom Leveque is an icon.

He was my idol growing up.

Which is what makes this harder.

You have given your idol all of this power.

He's nothing but an overgrown bully with really ugly sunglasses.

I feel like that 12-year-old kid all over again.

But you are not that kid anymore.

So take back the power.

Morning, Mr. Leveque. You gonna grab that pole position today?

That's the plan.

- What the hell you think you're doing? - Tap me again on the track...

I'm putting you through the wall.

Shaneberry, Shaneberry.

You know what'd help your game, dawg? Talent.

If your hands were as big as your mouth,

you wouldn't drop so many passes.

Oh, okay. My mouth, huh?

Well, that's nice to see them getting along.

Apparently, Denise has gone off to greener pastures

and hooked up with, like, a QB from Dallas.

Who do you think made that introduction?

- Why am I not surprised at that at all? - So, Billy finished in second.

Pittman is pleased. No small feat.

Oh, wait, wait. What about Leveque?

- Dom Leveque? - Yeah.

He finished in fifth.

Oh, by the way...

Pittsburgh.

Where I'm from.

Pittsburgh.

- Oh, boy. - What is that?

Ms. Gleason's report.

"Perfectly normal household"?

"Recommending primary custody remain with the mother."

All right, slide over.

- What are you doing? - It's crowded. Come on.

Yeah, yeah, get used to it. We are all grounded now.

I am not gonna make it through the teen years.

You and me both, baby.

Must have pretzel.