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Oh my God, did you hear?

There's supposed to be

a mysterious VIP passenger

on the Hawkeye 42's maiden flight today.

I heard he's the secret

Maple Airlines investor

everyone's been talking about.

He's supposed to be

the richest man in the world.

Which seat will he be in?

1A.

Oh my God.

Can I book him as my sugar daddy?

I'd never have to work again!

Oh please, we all know

that I'm the Marilyn Monroe

of this cabin crew.

If anyone's gonna bag this secret

billionaire's attention,

it's me.

Well, maybe he's not a boobs guy,

maybe he's an ass guy.

Ready, ladies?

Not yet, Evelyn.

Well, takeoff is in 30 minutes,

So I would focus more on getting ready

and less on gossip.

Why does Evelyn have to be our lead?

She's probably going to try

and bag that secret billionaire

for herself.

Welcome, Mr. Jett Hawkings.

What's with the spectacle?

I told you I could get here on my own.

It's our job to keep you safe, sir.

You're our airline's top investor.

Sylvia, the whole
idea was

for me to disguise
myself

as ground crew so I
could observe

our airline's service
quality.

Escorting me

like I'm the goddamn president

of the United States

isn't exactly helping.

I apologize.

Here's your ticket, sir.

Better not see anyone
following me.

Welcome aboard Maple Airlines.

Sorry for running late, just, you know,

typical LA traffic.

That guy is not the VIP passenger.

Not a chance. He's nothing but a filthy

grounds crew worker.

Excuse me, sir? You can't sit here.

And why is that?

This is first class.

Economy is back there

in the main cabin.

It's okay. I like where
I'm sitting.

Give me a break.

With the dirt rags you're wearing?

I like what I'm
wearing.

First class is for the social elites,

millionaires and CEOs.

But you? You're nothing

but a washed-up grounds crew worker.

You belong out there.

Handling baggage.

Miss, you really shouldn't judge

other people by what they're wearing.

Now, if you don't believe me,

you can check the booking records.

The booking records will confirm

that this seat

is reserved for our most

distinguished passenger.

Maple Airlines' top investor.

That's exactly right.

Oh, when you get a chance,

I would love a cup
of coffee.

Just black. Thanks.

Tyler! Get over here!

We have a low-life grounds crew worker

who snuck on the plane

without a ticket.

What did you just
call me?

He's sitting in first class

and refusing to leave.

Chill out, Claire.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, you ordered the coffee, right?

I did.

Thanks!

Fucker!

That is why we don't serve coffee

to minimum wage dirtbags!

Well, you tried to spill

the coffee on me first.

Where are your manners?

That's it. Enough playing games.

Where is your ticket?

Word of advice:

ask nicely next time.

Where's my ticket?

Doesn't look like

there will be a next time.

See this, folks? Just another wannabe

trying to scam his way into first class.

Just kick him off the plane.

Shh. We got this. Thank you.

Time's up, buddy.

Listen. I have a ticket.

How else would I have gotten

on the airplane?

I mean, look at this.

You have, single handedly,

turned First Class

into a first-grade Junkyard!

You are the one who tried

to spill coffee on me.

"You're the one who tried to-"

No, listen.

This is gonna be one of two ways.

Either you lick this shit up,

or I'll have airport security

remove you from this plane.

Got it, Mr. "Ask me nicely"?

And you think airport security's gonna

listen to you over me?

Of course they will.

FAA regulations state when you enter a

vessel that is larger

and heavier than air,

and has wings, right, with an engine

that propels you into the sky,

we are in charge.

So, yes.

Who the hell do you think you are?

I own this airline.

That's it.

Enough playtime. Let's go.

Get out.

And who do you think you are

to touch me?

You...

You're like a ninja or something?

That's it. We gotta get him out of here.

I'm calling airport
security.

This flight
attendant is

assaulting a passenger.

And Maple Airlines say they've

best service in the industry.

Give me that phone.

That video needs to be deleted.

Not a chance.

The public deserves to know

about your abusive service.

She's right.

This needs to be documented.

Delete that video...

or you'll all be
banned

from Maple Airlines.

For life!

Ma'am. You have to see this.

What on earth?

Contact the pilot for that flight

and tell them to delay takeoff.

I'm going on board.

You don't understand.

That man snuck on board

without a ticket.

He's a stowaway.

That's right, folks.

For all we know, he could be

trying to hijack
this plane.

Ok? This is for your own safety.

He's been pulling our leg

this whole time?

Kick him out.

Yeah, fuck that guy.

Ah, the last thing I need is some hobo

derailing my travel plans.

Attention passengers.

Welcome aboard

Maple Airlines Flight 451.

Due to some

unforeseen circumstances,

we're going to be delaying takeoff.

But hang tight.

We'll be in the air
shortly.

We really appreciate
your patience.

God damn it.

This fucking

ticketless fuck is going to make me

miss my connecting flight.

Somebody call airport security.

What a shit show.

This guy should be kicked out to TSA.

Calm down.

Ladies and gents, I have a ticket.

Okay?

If you can't show us the ticket,

then you can't be on this flight.

It's time to go.

Keep your hands off my property.

Sorry, but we're at capacity.

No room for dead weight like you.

Dead weight?

Oh, I think you two are the dead weight

on my property.

What property?

You're poor, your property is trash.

I'm warning you.

Which is why this

is going out the window.

How would a dirt poor laborer like you

even afford a guitar?

You probably stole it

from one of the passengers.

This was a gift

from my late wife.

Maple Airlines is named after her.

Do you realize whose honor

you've disgraced?

Sure, a lot of people are named Maple.

You can claim whatever you want,

doesn't change the fact that you

and this piece of junk

belong in the garbage.

Well, one thing's for sure.

This guitar is nowhere near as valuable

as all of the time we have wasted

trying to get you off this flight.

The sooner this guitar

gets smashed, the better.

See, we're doing you

a favor by smashing it-

Don't you dare!

Look, I don't care....

who any of you are.

Do you want money?

I have plenty, but more than that,

who I am makes me a

nightmare for people like you.

Airport security?

I've got a passenger stirring up trouble

in Maple Airlines flight 451.

Yes, send someone
now.

Are you threatening us?

We work for Maple Airlines,

owned by the richest man

in the world, Jett Hawkings.

You are so dead.

I'm Jett Hawkings.

Wait till these dimwits find out

I'm their boss.

This guitar better not be broken.

Because if it is...

You'll what?

Beg me for money to buy a new one

because you can't afford it

on your dirt-poor salary?

I won't be the one begging.

You will.

Who's the one stirring up trouble?

That man with the guitar!

He snuck on board without a ticket

and he threatened a flight attendant.

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you

to take your hands off the guitar case.

He could be hiding a
bomb in there.

Maybe he's trying to blow up the plane.

Oh my God, quick! Check the case!

Hurry up before we all die!

Sir, I'm not gonna
ask twice.

Get your hands off
the case.

None of you hold rank high enough

to search my belongings.

He's nothing but a

bottom-feeding ground staff!

We're all literally leagues above him.

If you would like to see

my late wife's handiwork,

I would gladly open my case

and show you all.

Don't fall for it!
It's a trap!

Don't fucking trust him!

He's a terrorist!

What's all this fuss about?

Ma'am...

Sir, I'm Evelyn, lead flight attendant.

Here at Maple Airlines,

we take the proper handling

of our passenger's belongings

very seriously.

And I can assure you
nothing else

will happen to your guitar.

Isn't she the top lead flight attendant

at our airline?

I'm undercover, so it's best not to

cause a scene, reveal my identity.

You seem trustworthy.

Unlike...

you.

Watch out, Tyler!

This is the customer service

our airline is so well known for?

You,

judge those beneath you,

when you act like monsters yourselves.

My bad.

You know,

you're more
than welcome to

file a compensation
claim for it.

Deadline's Friday.

But of course the airline's conclusion

may very well be that

the rickety-dink old
guitar

might be completely

worthless.

That's for you.

That's what I thought,

baggage boy.

My wife handcrafted this guitar

with exquisite

1980's Cuban mahogany.

For me.

Let me remind you,

the company you work for,

is named after her.

Why’s he so serious?

Is he really
related to the owner

of this airline?

She was a saint,

offering jobs to the homeless,

giving them a second chance.

But you...

Get your dirty

fingers off me, please.

You,

arrogant, stuck
up pricks,

think you get to decide

who's first class,

who's econ class.

But you can't even discern the values

that this company
was built upon.

You both

are a disgrace to humanity.

Security!

Here!

This baggage boy
is trying

to kill a flight
attendant.

Good God! Somebody
tackle that man!

Sylvia, I give you ten seconds

to get here. Right now.

Sylvia... Stone?

Uh, she's V.P. of Maple Airlines,

only second to Jett Hawkings.

God, you just won't stop pretending.

God, you just won't stop pretending.

When Sylvia Stone gets here,

with my ticket showing who I am,

you'll all cower in fear.

Are you all watching
this clown show?

This grounds crew worker

couldn't even shine Miss Stone's shoes,

let alone get her on
the phone.

Don't believe that man!

Throw him out!

Throw him out!

Throw him out!

Throw him out! Throw
him out!

Throw him out! Throw him out!

Throw him out! Throw him out!

Did someone piss off my boss?

Oh my God, that's the V.P.

She, like,
runs shit here.

Claire is beyond fucked.

Explain this.

Miss Stone,

this baggage boy

snuck into first class

without a ticket.

He's delayed the
flight

and we're having him
removed.

Having him removed?

Is this how you
treat

first class passengers?

Take a good look at the nightmare

you've created
for us.

Great work, everyone.

Thanks to you, our company's stocks

have lost over a billion dollars

in the past 20 minutes.

Don't blame me!

Blame this fraud

who snuck on board without a ticket

and insisted on sitting

in first class.

Who says he doesn't have a ticket?

Sir, you dropped
your ticket

just before boarding.

I wanted to make sure you received it.

So...

you, you're really
the chief.

So you're really
the chief?

That's what they call me.

Chief.

The CEO, Mr. Hawkings, only

ever uses his alias on documents

to keep a low profile.

Look.

First class.

Well now that I've proven I belong

in your, oh-so-precious

first class,

not that I care about status,

I do expect reparations

to be made.

Reparations?

What the hell did you do to him?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Sir, I made a mistake.

Oh, good heavens.

I told you what would happen

if you judge people by their covers.

You two broke my wife's guitar.

She gave that to me

the day the airline opened.

I made a terrible mistake.

Sir, I'm so sorry.

It's all our fault.

No. No, this isn't your fault.

You don't have to worry.

No, no. I'm their team leader

and I have to take responsibility.

Now, this girl Evelyn

has the right kind of leadership

I value in our company.

I am friends with the owner

of the best music repair shop in LA.

And if you're willing to trust me,

I can ask him to piece

you guitar back together.

You dimwits are
fired.

And I'll see to it that
you never work

for another airline company

ever again.

Effective immediately, your employment

with Maple Airlines has been terminated!

Please. Give us another
chance.

Please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please, out of my way.

Please!

No.

No, no.

No, no, no, no.

Please.

Off.

Give me another chance.

No. Tyler, please. No.

I am so sorry about the ordeal, sir.

Please enjoy the rest of your flight.

Thank you, Sylvia.

That was intense.

If the Chairwoman came to personally

give him his ticket,

that old bag boy might actually be

the mystery VIP passenger.

You really think so?

Why would a billionaire be wearing

a ground crew uniform?

Huh. It all makes sense now.

That old geezer really

almost had me fooled.

What are you talking about?

Ms. Stone only came

because she saw the viral moment.

She's here to protect

the airline's reputation

and stop the stocks from plummeting.

That's the only reason why she fired

Claire and gave that
guy a ticket.

There is no way he is the VIP passenger.

Welcome aboard, sir.

Welcome.

Morning.
- Morning.

Is that Dickson?

Isn't that Maple Airlines'

new General Manager?

Oh, so he's the mystery VIP passenger.

So he is the mystery VIP passenger.

Yes, I agree.

That makes way more sense.

Holy fuck me.

What are you two chatting about

over here?

We're getting ready for takeoff,

so you should return to your seats.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are getting ready for takeoff,

Please return to your seats

and fasten your seatbelts. Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome

to our Maple Airlines Flight 451

with service to John F. Kennedy

International Airport.

We have now reached

an altitude of 20,000 feet

and cabin service will begin shortly.

Thank you so much for your patience.

Fuck me.

These flight attendants

just keep getting hotter.

Jesus Christ.

Mr. Dickson?

Yeah.

That's Evelyn Grant,
Maple Airlines'

Flight Attendant of
the Year.

Not only is she
beautiful,

she is damn good
at her job.

Yeah, whatever. Shut the fuck up, okay?

Why don't you do yourself a favor?

Why don't you call her over here?

See how good at her job she really is.

Excuse me, miss.

Yes, how can I help you?

Yeah, my um...

my seatbelt's a little tight.

You think you can...

You think you could losen it for me?

Of course.

Sir?

If you could just

keep still, please?

Yeah, sure, I could do that.

Sir, please keep your hands to yourself.

Listen close, honey.

I'm the General fucking Manager

of Maple Airlines.

So if you don't obey my wishes,

you're fucking fired.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah.

Help!

Oh, just so fucking-

Someone help,
please!

Help, please,
someone!

Fuck!

Since when does being

General Manager

give you the right to sexually harass

your staff?

I'm sorry, but who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?

Don't change the topic.

I asked you a question.

What makes you think

you can harass her?

Look bud,

you're pushing 60,

still lugging around 50 pound bags

for a fucking living.

So stop lecturing me

on how to lead my life

and mind your own fucking business!

Anybody who harasses anyone

on my plane,

that is my damn
business.

You know what, fucker?

Give me the money.

Here's $5,000.

Now go back to where you belong

and sit next to the toilet

in economy class

where you fucking belong!

Now, that's power, baby.

Like that?

I know you want to be

with a real man, like me.

God, you look so beautiful.

Come here-

Oh my- What the fuck?

If you go back to economy,

I'll give you $500,000.

You know who you're

fucking messing with?

I do.

I'm messing with a toxic, abusive

manager who harasses

his employees.

Wake up, Gramps.

You're a fucking

minimum wage worker.

Not some heroic crusader for fucking

justice or whatever the fuck

you think you are.

Sir, Mr. Dickson,

he's the General Manager.

He's very powerful and it's not worth

getting into a fight with him.

Powerful man, huh?

Yeah.

All I see is a pathetic,

weak, insecure coward.

Have you looked at yourself

in the mirror, old man?

I think you're talking about your own

ugly ass!

Sir, I,

I really appreciate
the effort

but I don't want you to get fired.

I'll just...

I'll resign once we land.

You won't have to resign.

If anyone's gonna resign...

it's gonna be him.

Who, me?

Resign?

I'm the General

fucking Manager, okay?

There's only one person on this planet

that can make me resign and that's

Jett fucking Hawkings himself!

He has no clue I'm his boss.

I'll play with him a bit longer.

Jett Hawkings?

Who's that again?

Man, this fucking guy.

Wait, you actually haven't heard of him?

Everybody's talking about him.

He's the billionaire with the monopoly

on aeronautic grade steel.

I mean, only higher ups

have ever seen
his face.

Oh, that guy!

Oh, okay.

Wow, you know him.

Of course, of course I do.

I'm the General Manager.

Actually, matter of fact,

my uncle's gonna take me to see him

as soon as we land this plane.

You know, cause we got

big business to discuss,

things that you
don't know

fucking nothing about.

Oh, wow.

And uh,

who's your uncle again?

He's the fucking CEO of Maple Airlines.

Heard of him?

Hello, are you
listening?

You see, that's really funny because

I don't remember seeing that

on Mr. Hawking's schedule for today.

Not to mention

he doesn't typically meet

with employees of your

lowly stature.

I'm the General fucking Manager.

I have every right
to meet with him!

But my question to you is

how the fuck do you
know what

Jett Hawking's schedule looks like?

Because I am Jett Hawkings.

This...

This old man's lost his fucking mind.

Look at this guy, huh?

What fuck are you doing?

Mr. Dickson, I think it'd be a good idea

if you just sat down

and stayed quiet for a little while.

We don't want any more complications.

Compli-

Complications?

What the hell are you talking about?

Today is this Hawkeye 42

aircraft's maiden flight.

The whole world is watching.

Yes, because today's also the first time

a Jett Hawkings' aircraft is

doing a commercial
flight.

His aircrafts are the best.

We've already had a viral video go out

about employee misconduct.

We can't have
another

rumor that could potentially

harm our airline's reputation

Why are you so worried

about everything,
huh?

As my assistant,

you do as I fucking say, you understand?

Mr. Dickson, I just,

I just, I don't want
Mr. Hawkings

and Mr. Kane to-

Kane is my fucking
uncle, you idiot.

You understand?

He ain't gonna
do shit.

And if anyone here
is foolish enough

to tell any lies
about me,

then I'll consider that your resignation.

So come here right now.

Come here right- Ah!

Sir, you don't have to do this.

It's fine.

You might fear this tyrant

of a General Manager, but I don't.

He's beneath me.

You think you're invincible?

Let me tell you.

Abusing your power and

sexually harassing your employee?

Well, that is grounds for your immediate

termination from Maple Airlines.

Not to mention
prison time.

We're 35,000 feet in the air.

Who's gonna dismiss me? You?

Bingo.

Come on, Gramps.

You can't afford in-flight Wi-Fi

with your minimum wage ground crew salary.

Get the fuck out of here!

Jett Hawkings here.

Tell HR I want Roderick Dickson

removed from the company

within the next 30 seconds.

I have to give it to you. You're a pretty

good actor, old man.

You know what?

If you could make a phone call

and get me fired,

I'll jump out the fucking plane myself.

No parachute.

Sir? It's for you.

Fucking wait right here, alright?

Yeah.

What? You're firing me?

You're-

You can't fire me!

You cannot fire me!

What?

You're firing me?

You're-

You can't fire me!

You can not fire me!

Who is he?

Yeah, no,

I am the General Manager, okay?

I am unstoppable!

This is a fucking scam!

Fuck!

You!

You wrinkly, piss-poor baggage handler!

You thought you could trick me

with a prank phone call?

You know what? You're gonna pay for this!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

He’s saved me twice now.

Attention passengers,

this is your captain speaking.

We're experiencing

some strong turbulence

as we move through this patch

of inclement weather.

Please return to your seats

and fasten your seatbelts.

Jesus fucking Christ,

who gave this
goddamn pilot

his license?

He's gonna get me
fucking killed!

Are you okay?

I'm sorry. I, uh...

I didn't mean to

No, no, no, no.

You saved me.

Twice already.

The fuck are you guys doing?

Attention, passengers.

We're going through a severe thunderstorm

with dangerously high winds.

and heavy rains.

We're not going to last long here.

And there are no nearby airports.

So we're going to perform

an emergency landing.

Please stay in your seats and stay calm.

Emergency landing?

What the fuck does
that mean?

Mr. Dickson, it means

there's no airport
available.

We have to find some
flat area to land

like a field or
something.

I don't know.

I can't die here-

It's going to be incredibly dangerous.

All I know is that we have to land.

But we're probably not going to make it.

Not going to make it?

What do you mean we're not going

to fucking make it?

Oh my God!

I can't- I just became

the general fucking manager.

I can't fucking die now.

Everybody, calm
down.

Our captain has been

with us for 30 years.

And he has a perfect flight record.

If anybody can land

this airplane,
it's him.

I don't give a fucking rat's ass

about a fucking perfect flight record.

If he knew what he was doing

he wouldn't have fucking flown us

in the eye of the middle

of a fucking storm!

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

No, no, no, no.

No, I can't die.

I can't die tonight.

I'm a general manager.

I'm a general fucking manager.

My life is worth more than

everyone on this goddamn plane.

So you go ahead and tell

that fucking captain that

if he crash lands this fucking plane

that I'd get every goddamn

fucking parachute.

So that's it?

Your life is the only one that matters.

It's you.

You're fucking bad luck.

I knew the second I saw you

that this was going to be

a flight from hell.

Jesus fucking
Christ.

You're such a baby.

Fuck you.

Evelyn,

tell this captain to

turn the plane
around.

I know where we
can land.

Have you been in touch

with the control tower?

The storm's getting
worse.

If we don't connect with air traffic control,

we're gonna have no other choice

than to crash land.

Ma'am, we're flying over

a mountainous region.

It looks like the nearest
field

long enough for us to land in

is over 200 miles away!

We're gonna run out
of fuel!

Well, we don't have a
plan B.

We have no choice but to go for it.

Captain, this man says

he knows a place where to land!

Captain, Godspeed Racetrack

has a two mile stretch of straight road

you can land on.

It is no different

than landing on a runway.

This guy's full of shit.

You know a racetrack is for cars

not fucking planes!

In these conditions I put our chances

of pulling off a safe crash landing

at less than 1%.

So unless anybody else

has any better ideas,

we need to aim for that racetrack.

Fuck no! Okay? I'm not putting my life

in the hands of some goddamn

baggage handler, okay?

That's suicide!

Stop it! Are you insane?

Listen to me. We're landing

the plane at that racetrack.

Trust me. I know what I'm talking about.

He's just a baggage handler.

He's just an old baggage handler!

He doesn't know what he's doing, please!

Listen to me! No! No!

Captain, I don't know
about this.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You're risking the lives of hundreds of-

I was supposed to meet

the most powerful man on earth

in New York!

Jett fucking Hawkings!

You don't get it, do you?

We lost contact with air traffic control.

Landing at any airport right now

is out of the question.

Fuck! Goddammit! No, no, no, no.

My people, they're waiting

for me on the tarmac.

Hey, what the fuck are they supposed to do?

Huh? You know how long

I have been preparing for this

meeting with Mr. Hawkings?

Huh? Do you? One year!

One fucking year of my time!

Well, let me tell you. Where I descend

is where they shall wait.

Captain.

Sir, my passengers' lives

are at stake here.

Are you even sure

it's safe to land at this racetrack?

This racetrack was specifically designed

to serve as an airstrip

in an event

of emergency
landings.

I guarantee you

all the passengers that are on board

will make it out alive.

Fuck it! Redirect the
plane!

We're gonna land at Godspeed Racetrack!

Mr. Parsons, we just got word

that Mr. Hawkings' flight

will be making an emergency landing

on this race track.

Double check the track

for any potential hazards.

If we let anything

happen to Mr. Hawkings,

we will be following him,

right into the grave.

Okay, enough playing slick, motherfucker.

Not even the pilots,

nor the traffic control,

knows that you can use that raceway

as an emergency
landing.

How the fuck did you get that intel?

Because I own the
racetrack.

Bullshit!

You own it?

Sir, I didn't
know you

were involved in auto racing.

Who wasn't young and dangerous once?

Get real, you know how much

racetracks go for?

I mean, they're just as much as airports.

I have properties all over the world.

This racetrack is just
a side project.

We're gonna make it out okay. I promise.

Sir,

we're approaching the racetrack,

but I can't make out

any of the ground lights.

With this kind of
visibility,

we can't land
without

something to guide
us.

Copy.

I'll have them turn on the lights.

Get the fuck outta
here.

This is Jett Hawkings.

Hit the lights.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we’ve done it!

We’ve landed at Godspeed Racetrack!

Sir!

I don't know what we

would have done without you.

We would all have died.

On behalf of everybody in this flight.

thank you.

It was nothing.

Don't you fucking dare

thank this ground crew fraud

on my fucking
behalf,

Especially not till we get to the bottom

of your sinister fucking plan.

Sinister plan?

He saved all of us, including you.

Cut the fucking bullshit.

Did you feel how smooth that we landed?

Huh?

That just proves that this

whole fucking emergency thing

was staged.

Which means all you motherfuckers...

you fucking landed
this

plane in the middle
of nowhere

on purpose.

Admit it, okay?

You guys have some sort

of fucking ulterior motive

or some bullshit.

What ulterior motives
could he have?

The second we get off this plane,

it's gonna look real ugly

for you sons of bitches.

With all due respect,

you're just the ex General Manager

of Maple Airlines now.

There's really nothing you can do to us.

You sure about that, you old fuck?

Here's the deal.

If you come clean and you

tell me your master fucking plan

or whatever it is you
just fucking did,

I'll let you off the hook.

Otherwise...

you're not gonna make it off

this racetrack
alive.

So you're gonna hold me hostage then?

Well, this should
be fun.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fucking move.

This motherfucker disrespected me, OK?

We're going to go.

We're going to fuck this guy up.

Do you understand?

Ok, ground crew.

Guess we're going to

do this the hard way.

Break this motherfucker's legs.

And if anyone says anything about it,

I'll pay the right people off.

Matter of fact,

don't break this fucker's legs.

Kill this motherfucker now!

Oh!

What the hell do you

think you're doing?

Uncle Kane!

Oh, what the fuck?

You don't get to call me uncle ever again.

What?

And you just pissed off my boss.

Mr. Hawkings, I am truly sorry

for everything that transpired here today.

Uncle, what the
hell?

Are you telling me that
this old fucking

man is the owner of

Maple fucking
Airlines?

There's no-

Fuck me!

Did you just call our boss

a washed up old man?

But, your boss?

Your boss is a fucking baggage boy!

He's a fucking nobody!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck me!

You are a goddamn fool!

Your insane behavior towards Mr. Hawkings

on his plane could have cost me my job.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

I didn't know it was him, I swear!

Can't let them fire you

Enough!

Kane, Mr. Hawkings doesn't have time to

watch you and your dipshit nephew

bicker like boys on a playground.

So I suggest you drag
him away from here

before I have these guards

beat you both to a pulp.

I'm sorry, I will escort him

out of here immediately.

Let's go.
- No, no, fuck!

Fuck, okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Are you alright, Mr. Hawkings?

You're not hurt, are you?

No, I'm fine.

Just an eventful evening.

Now, stop worrying about me.

And, uh, do me a favor.

Have a shuttle for

the passengers on board.

I'm sure they are so exhausted after all

they've been
through.

Yes, sir.

Thank you so much again for today.

If it wasn't for you, I-

I don't know what would have happened.

Glad I could help.

Actually, I wanted to ask you

about something else.

What is it?

Could you pretend
to be

my boyfriend
tomorrow?

Pretend to be, uh...
your boyfriend.

You don't think I'm too old for you?

I'm sure you've heard

of the Grant family.

Well, I'm their sole heiress,

and that's why my dad is

pressuring me to marry.

But, I don't want to get married.

Hence the looking for a fake boyfriend.

I never would have guessed you were

the Grant family heiress.

The Grant family heiress.

It's a household name in New York.

Yeah.

Well, my dad told me that

if I didn't bring a man home

within three years,

he'd find me a groom.

And that was three years ago.

But none of the fake

boyfriends I found are any good.

Every time they find out who my dad is,

they freak and back out.

But you...

you're
different.

I don't think you would let

a little storm unnerve you.

Little?

Or big.

I think you're the only man

who could win over
my father.

I've never had an offer

like this before.

I'll do it.

Really?

Really?

Great.

There's just

one more thing.

If you're going to pretend

to be my boyfriend,

you're going to have to act...

rich.

Well,

I am rich, so it should be easy.

Yes. Yes.

That's the exact vibe
I'm going for.

I think there's still a bit of room

for improvement, though.

Okay, how about this?

Could you dress like,

like you make nine figures?

Nine figures?

Yeah. Yeah. Like...

Like your net worth is 300 million.

300 million?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that's all I'm asking for.

Okay.

I'll see you here tomorrow

at 2 PM, okay?

Don't be late.

Thank you.

300 million.

I make that much in a day.

How am I supposed to downgrade?

Evelyn, I don't understand why you insist

on being a flight attendant

when you could be living

your best life

as the Grant

Family heiress.

I know, I mean, what do

flight attendants make anyways?

$50,000 a year?

My husband gives me more

in spending money each week.

See this bag?

It's Chanel, limited edition.

My husband bought it for me,

and there are only three of these

on the entire planet Earth.

When you inherit your father's money,

you're gonna be able

to buy all three of those,

and then some.

Wait, who said I'm going to

inherit my father's fortune?

I don't need my family's money.

Fine, but if you're not

gonna take the inheritance

for yourself, then at least find a

handsome man to marry,

pump out a few beautiful babies,

And leave the money for them.

Slay! Yes, If you're trying

to get away from your father,

you might as well
just

have a family of
your own.

What do I look like to you?

A baby making machine?

If my dad really wants an heir,

then he can have a kid himself.

Ev, stop being so stubborn.

Okay, trust me,

you're gonna like this next guy

I'm setting you up with.

Girl, he's in finance,

he's six-five, blue
eyes,

the works, if I didn't have a boyfriend,

I would be all on that.

Well, ladies, actually,

I already have a boyfriend.

What?
- What?

You have a
- You have a

boyfriend?
- boyfriend?

Ev, oh my God, okay, I love this for you.

You have to tell us

which one of these elite families

is he from, I mean,

you have to introduce us!

Yeah, well, he's a little older.

But I'm already in love with him.

Okay, you'll like him. Let's go meet him.

Mr. Hawkings?

Yeah, where is he?

Making three absolute hotties like us

wait around in a garage?

Oh, some gentleman he is.

Uh, why is that phone ringing?

Hello? Oh! Oh, jeez!

This mechanic is a fucking creep!

You disgusting pervert!

I'm sorry, I did not mean to.

Yeah, right, we all saw you

you greasy old fuck.

I'm gonna gouge your goddamn eyes out.

Miss, I promise I wasn't trying

to do anything.

Tell that to the
cops.

Mr. Hawkings.

Wait, you know him?

Mr. Hawkings,

what were you doing under the car?

Well, I got here early and thought

I'd take the car for a quick spin.

When I got back, you weren't here,

so I though I'd check the engine.

But, Mr. Hawkings, I thought I told you

to dress like a rich man,

and not somebody who

fixes cars for
a living.

Yeah, you told me my
net worth was

supposed to be $300
million?

Yes, yes.

So, what on earth made you think that

scruffy mechanic was the right look?

$300 million is what I pay my engineer.

This fits exactly what you asked for.

Right.

Um, I was just really counting on you.

If you pay your engineer so much money,

wouldn't he have nicer clothes?

Evelyn, this is his jumpsuit.

I stopped by his place

to pick it up on the way here.

I thought this is what you wanted.

Ev, you aren't actually telling us

that you know this dirt broke mechanic.

Well, I don't just know him.

He's my boyfriend.

What?
-What?

So, that billionaire

that you were telling me about?

That man?

It's him?

The grease monkey?

Well, guys, I know he's a little bit

rough around the edges,

but he's stacked like...

Jeff Bezos.

This guy has that kind of money?

I mean, is that so hard to believe?

I'm a highly sought after engineer.

Yeah, freaking right.

I mean, all I see standing in front of me

is an oily old repairman.

Screw this. This mechanic

has to be some kind of Tinder Swindler.

I’ve got to expose him!

Ev, you can't actually be serious

that you know this dirt broke mechanic?

Evelyn.

Come here, babe.

So, you're the Grant family heiress.

You have billions

coming into your lap.

Potentially.

What are you doing

with this grease
monkey?

I think we're a perfect match.

And I like him, and I want to be with him

so there's that.

Okay.

Well, if you have so much

fuck you money then,

why didn't you bring any gifts

for your girlfriend's cousins?

Selena? That's a
little rude.

No, no, she's right.

It would be impolite

for me to show up empty-handed.

Of course I brought gifts for family.

I wonder what that piece of shit

swindler mechanic got us.

Sir.

Ladies, I present the newest

limited edition Chanel handbags.

There are only three of these

in the whole wide world.

Um, Crystal,

why do these three bags

look identical to yours?

No. My husband bought me this bag.

I know.

You dirty, broke-ass grease monkey.

First, you lie to Evelyn and say that

you're rich just so she'll date you.

And now you show up here with these

fake goods and shitty

knockoff bags as gifts?

These are real. My secretary personally

delivered them to me just yesterday.

Did he just say he has

a secretary, of all things?

This dirty, low-down grease monkey

would never have

a secretary. That's crazy.

Trust me, I insist.

Evelyn, where the hell

did you find this guy?

I mean, it'd be one thing if he didn't

provide us with gifts.

We could chalk it up to

him being forgetful or poor.

But to show up here with these fake

goods in order to try and trick us?

That just proves

he's trying to swindle your fortune.

That just proves he's trying

to swindle your fortune.

Listen, I am not

trying to swindle anybody.

See, my secretary had these bags

delivered on a private jet straight from

the Chanel headquarters

in London.

But these are as real as it gets.

And what? My bag is fake then?

Listen, dumbass. See this?

My husband bought me this bag.

There are supposed to be only three of these

on the entire planet Earth.

But here, in this garage there are four

Witch means your bags, are knockoffs.

Ev, come on. It's clear that this man

is playing you for a fool.

Alright.

You don't believe the bags are real?

I'll confirm it.

Bonjour, Mr. Hawkings.

Lafayette,

viens tout de suite

et authentifiez ces sacs pour moi?

Bah oui, sir, got it.

Forget it, creep. Just take

your knockoff bags
and get out.

It's raining money!

How can a regular mechanic

have so much money?

Sir, why is there cash in that bag?

Sir, why is there cash in this bag?

Well, I didn't think the simple handbag

would be quite
enough,

and I didn't have

enough time to prepare,

so I added a little extra on top of it.

But, sir.

This is, this is too much.

It's nothing, really.

Ok, this has to be fake, too.

All right, I've had enough

with this man.

First, your background's fake.

Your job's fake.

I bet you your hair's not even real.

Selena!

Huh.

At least his hair's real.

As real as the money on the floor.

Yeah, back to that.

You keep tricking us.

Ev, this guy is
no good.

Ditch him.

I promise, everything is real.

Just look closely.

I, I think this
is real.

Well, if it is real,

he probably robbed
someone.

Well, I'm still calling
the cops.

Bonjour, Mr. Hawkings.

Ah, what the fuck?

That's Lafayette Price.

That's Chanel's
lead designer.

Mr. Hawkings, you called

and I'm right here.

Lafayette, quick question.

Mm-hmm?

Those bags you gave me yesterday,

you said there was only

three in the whole world.

That's right, sir.

We've only made three of these bags

and we gave them all to you.

Well then, why is there

a fourth right there?

Pardon, madame, but would you mind

if I took a look at
your bag?

Merci.

Ooh, la la, these counterfeits

just keep getting worse and worse.

Unbelievable.

Mr. Hawkings, this is truly

an awful knockoff.

The stitch work is amateur at best

and they did not even get the logo right.

But my husband bought me that bag.

He would never get me a fake bag!

Madame, a man who buys you

cheap trash like this

isn't worth your
time.

If I were you,
I'd get

those divorce papers ready.

Okay.

Lafayette,

merci pour donnée.

À bientôt.

Au revoir.

Do you believe me now?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Who started the party without me?

Evelyn, this is Xavier.

He's the hotshot race car driver

I was telling you about.

So, you're Evelyn.

And you must be her father.

Xavier, no, this is not Evelyn's father.

He's not?

Then why do they look so... close?

Because he's my boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Evelyn, what the fuck is going on here?

Uh, what, do I need

your permission to date someone?

Evelyn, I come here today to see you,

and you bring this wrinkly old boomer

who you claim is your boyfriend?

Are you trying to embarrass me?

Are you trying to embarrass me?

What does me being her boyfriend

have to do with you?

Shut it, old fart.

I don't waste my breath

answering no-name mechanics.

Listen, old man,

either you break it off with Evelyn,

or I make you disappear overnight.

What's it gonna be?

Ha ha ha!

Xavier's from one of the top families

in New York City.

If you don't do what he says,

he'll fucking finish you.

Evelyn, are you for real?

Xavier's got it all.

He's young, he's handsome,

he's got a lot going for him.

What does Josh, John...

Jett.

Whatever, have that he doesn't?

He's got.. all together?

All I see is a pathetic jerk

who's running around

spending his daddy's money

on gambling, hookers and drugs.

Oh, so what's a little fun?

You know, work hard, play hard.

Besides, check this out.

Xavier finished a lap in 38 seconds.

That's one of the top 10

lap times of the
racetrack.

Wow, 38 seconds?

Xavier, you're gonna be

a NASCAR star in
no time.

38 second lap time

is... not bad on this track.

See, when I was younger,

I was doing laps faster than that

without breaking
a sweat.

But you know, I guess there's

always improvement
for...

a novice like you.

I guess there's

always improvement
for...

a novice like you.

Faster than 38 seconds?

Give me a break, old man.

That screen shows the top times

ever recorded at this racetrack.

If you were really faster, your name

would be above mine.

Stop being mean to him.

He, he saved me.

Many times!

Saved you?

So, old man,

you really think you're a speed star?

Do a lap.

Prove it.

I don't need to prove anything.

See that screen?

The time at the top of
the list is mine.

The top of the list?

29 seconds?

So you're saying that you got the top

recorded speed in
history

here at Godspeed Racetrack?

The top recorded speed in history

here at Godspeed Racetrack?

Well, that's not
all.

Back in the day, my name used to fill

every spot on that leaderboard.

But as I got older,

I started taking my foot off the gas.

I wanted to give young hotshots

like you a chance to shine.

That's hilarious.

So you're saying you used to be a racer?

Come on, you're just a filthy repairman.

When could you even afford your own car?

A car? This old man

can't even afford a used bike.

Ev, your senior citizen boyfriend

is a pathological liar.

Can't trust a thing he says.

Mr. Hawkings,

you don't have to put up an act.

You can just be
yourself.

I am being myself.

Congratulations to Xavier Gordon

on recording a top 10 lap time

in the history of Godspeed Racetrack!

As a reward, he will receive

a generous cash prize

of $10 million.

Oh my God, congrats, Xavier!

There hasn't been a name

on the top ten list in over a decade.

Trust me, I'm just getting started.

Jeez, a 38 second lap time is only good

for tenth of all time?

Whoever has the times before must be

a generational talent.

Those are the guys from yesterday,

but I'm up now.

And you better believe,

I'm coming for their
heads.

Yeah, see that old man?

Is Xavier's name

going down in history.

Who the fuck are you

to compare yourself to him?

Mr. Hawkings, I was trying to tell you,

you can't keep up this act forever.

Just look.

What a joke! This old man

fixes cars. I race them.

Just look.

What?

Why do they all say Jett?

What did you do, you old schmuck?

You probably paid someone

to fix the rankings, didn't you?

Has it not occurred to you that maybe

those lap times are really mine?

Honestly, it's impressive

you were even able

to make a top ten time

with an... entry level race car.

Entry level racecar?

If you are going to claim to be a racer,

you better know the first thing

about cars.

This is a Jaguar i7.

Custom.

I dropped five million bucks on it.

This old geezer who fixes cars

can't tell a gem when he sees one.

The only thing he should be repairing

is his own brain.

I've driven this Jaguar before.

The handling on it

is some of the worst I've ever seen.

I'm actually surprised
a beginner like you

didn't crash it.

Did I just hear a greasy old repairman

refer to me, a prize winning racer,

as a beginner?

Just you wait, buddy. I'm going to buy

a new car and when I do,

my name is going to shoot

to the top of the chart.

New car, huh?

Let me know if you need any help.

I'd be more than happy

to contact a dealership for you.

That's hilarious. I'm friends with Ivan,

the top racecar dealership in Vegas.

The last thing I need is your help.

The last thing I need is your help.

You're friends with Ivan?

The billionaire who gets exclusive sales

to the newest top tier race cars?

Wow.

I didn't know you knew Ivan.

Yeah, go ahead, give
him a call.

I'm looking to buy a

new car from him
too.

Fuck. I shouldn't have

talked such a big game.

I've only brushed shoulders

with Ivan once,

and we didn't even speak.

If I call this guy,

he'll expose me.

Or...

do you not have his number?

What?

Ivan and I are day ones.

And you say you want to buy a new car?

Can you even afford one

with your meager mechanic salary?

Weird. Went straight
to voicemail.

Probably has his
phone off.

I'll talk to him
next time.

I wanted to meet
the legend.

I mean, meeting Ivan

in real life would be
so surreal.

But it's probably for
the best that Ivan

doesn't see this

disgusting mechanic
anyways.

He can't be associating and

mingling with such
a repairman.

Let's give Ivan a call,

see if he agrees.

Ivan.

Yeah, it's me. Listen,

can you come by the racetrack?

Yeah, I'm with a guy who

really wants to buy a car from you.

Yeah, and actually,

I was thinking about
buying a new car

from you myself.

Yeah, the racetrack.

Great. I'll see you soon.

That...

was an Oscar worthy performance.

Thank you.
Oscar worthy.

Oh, please. If Ivan didn't answer

the phone for Xavier, why would he

answer the phone for you?

Guys, this grease monkey is

running us through a loop.

He probably wasn't even on the phone.

Just standing there talking to no one.

You think so?

Well, when Ivan shows up

in the next few minutes,

let's just see if I was

still talking to
myself.

In the next few minutes?

Who the hell are you

to claim that you know Ivan?

Let's just wait and see.

I've had enough

of your empty posturing, buddy.

That guy is my brother

from another mother.

So, I know him well enough

than to ask him to carve out time

in his busy schedule

to come down here

to this dusty garage.

If you think that he's going to drop

everything to meet you,

you're out of your
goddamn mind.

He's right. Ivan's a
multi-billionaire.

He's got places to go
and people to see.

He can't just be seen
mingling here with

you, dirt old
repairman.

Ivan always makes time
for me.

I brought a lot of business to his

dealership for the
past few years.

It's the least he can do.

Like what? Asking for car parts?

I mean, I must have bought like 25 cars

or so within the
last few years.

Okay, you've bought 25 cars from him?

What do you mean?

In, like, Hot Wheels?

Evelyn, I'm getting tired

of your boyfriend's shit.

Either he shuts his mouth or we leave.

Ivan.

Nice to see you.

Hi, it's so nice to meet you.

Hi, it's nice to meet you.

Mr. Hawkings, it's
been a while.

Ivan.

I don't understand,

why did he just go right

past Xavier and go

straight to this slime ball?

Yeah, I thought you guys

were supposed to
be friends.

So...

So did I.

Ivan, now...

this guy behind you,

he tried calling you,

but it went straight to voicemail.

What was that about?

Oh, that, yes.

I get a lot of calls

from small time racers

who are too broke

to actually afford a car.

Eventually I got
sick of it,

so I stopped answering altogether.

But Ivan, I mean,

you picked up right away when

I called you.

Of course.

That's because you're you.

I have a separate phone

and a separate phone number

just for when you call.

No one else even has it.

Classic Ivan.

Well, you've always known

how to treat your top clients.

That's what sets your business apart.

Absolutely, Mr. Hawkings.

So you said that you were

in the market for
a new car.

Did you have anything particular in mind?

Yeah, well I like the look

of the latest Lamborghini.

Didn't you just get

the first one in
stock?

Why don't you have someone

send it over?

Absolutely, we'll take care

of that right away.

Thank you, Ivan.

Oh, and Xavier here also

wants to buy a car from you.

Xavier? Who's that?

Ah, well, that guy.

Said you two were

brothers from another
mother?

Who the hell is that?

I'm Xavier. Don't you remember me?

Xavier...

No. Anyway, you said you were

looking for a car.

What kind of car would you like?

Yeah. Do you have any

Porsche 718s in stock?

No, we don't carry those.

Alright. Do you have

the newest Gran
Turismo?

Yeah. That would also be a no.

Sir, forgive my bluntness, but you run

the top dealership in the States.

Shouldn't you offer

a wider selection?

Listen.

Sean, Cody, Zach-

Xavier.

Whatever your name is.

My dealership only sells

uber-luxury supercars.

Just compare the cars

that Mr. Hawkings buys

to the ones that you're talking about,

and I think you'll
see the difference.

The bottom line is,

if you only have one or two million

dollars to spend, then perhaps you should

take your business
somewhere else.

Mr. Hawkings, is he saying

that a $2 million car

is not a deal for his dealership?

Yeah, pretty much all of

Ivan's cars run
$10 million or more.

10 million?

That's insane.

Well then, Ivan's dealership

definitely doesn't have anything

on Xavier's budget.

Fine.

I don't need your

shitty dealership anyway.

I'll just go to another place

with more variety.

If you had told me
that you only had a

$1 or $2 million budget,

then I would have sent you

to any old run of the mill

auto dealer, instead of standing here,

wasting my time.

Mr. Hawkings,

we will have your Lamborghini

delivered to you right away.

Ivan, it's always a pleasure.

Thank you, sir.

If you and Ivan are friends,

why did he completely

ignore you?

Uh, well...

Guys? Isn't it obvious?

Xavier and Ivan were never friends.

He didn't even know him.

He was just lying to us.

Why would Xavier lie to us?

You know what's more possible?

is the person that was just here

isn't even the real Ivan.

Yeah, that's exactly it.

That wasn't even the real Ivan.

Okay, um, yeah.

Who was he then?

How should we know?

You probably picked up

a random impersonator

off the street.

Wow, I mean, honestly,
I am...

I'm impressed.

I mean, the mental gymnastics

on display here are
truly remarkable.

Cut the bullshit!

Here's the truth:

you're a piss-poor auto mechanic

who used his entire month's salary,

hiring some guy of
the street to come

here and make you
look cool.

So...

stop acting big and copping

that you got a Lamborghini

when we know the truth that

you're a fucking bike commuter!

Mr. Hawkings, the car you requested

has arrived at the track. Would you like

to take it for a test drive?

Absolutely. Bring it to the garage.

So, that was your new Lamborghini?

Man, he's gonna look like an idiot

when that never shows up.

Oh my God!

Okay, this can't be
happening.

No fricking way.

This just dropped in the market

for like 30 million dollars.

I can't believe this

mechanic had that
kind of pull.

Mr. Hawkings, is this really

the car you're buying?

That's right.

But it costs $30
million.

How could you buy it

without even batting
an eye?

That's a mid-range purchase for me.

I have plenty of cars in my collection.

No fucking way!

I refuse to believe

that this garage worker

could afford this car.

Who's it for?

You?

The point is,

this isn't yours.

Look at you in your
greasy jumpsuit.

A guy like you would

never get behind the wheel

of a car like that.

Xavier, Mr. Hawkings bought it from Ivan,

right in front of
your eyes.

How can you still not believe him?

That wasn't the
real Ivan.

I knew

an auto mechanic

like you

couldn't afford

a $30 million race
car like that.

This is just all part
of your charade

to show off your fuck you money.

Really?

And to think I almost fell for your lies.

Mr. Hawkings already has proven himself.

If you don't believe him,

then I don't know what to tell you.

He didn't prove fucking shit.

You know, I got an idea.

This car has the new AI hologram

built into it, doesn't it?

Well, if it's really your car,

only you would be able to activate it.

Yes, I should.

Rise and shine, Lambo.

Hello!

How may I help you?

Lambo, come here.

Oh my God.

That's the coolest

feature I've ever seen in a car.

It's the first Lamborghini

with a speech recognition system.

So do you believe me now?

Oh, come on.

Big deal.

All it proves is that

the voice recognition works.

It just proves that

it's working properly.

Xavier, really?

It doesn't just recognize

any voice.

It works for the owner, no one else.

Fine.

It is his car.

What kind of man
would buy

this Barbie Land
bullshit?

Who are you to judge

what colors Mr. Hawkings likes?

This is the one

they had in stock, pink.

It's probably the first one

that hit the market.

Or maybe he didn't have

enough money to customize it.

Or more like

he's renting the car.

Well, either way, you shouldn't doubt him

based on something so trivial.

I don't give a fuck what you say.

This is a woman's car.

Finally you said something right.

This car is for a woman.

Ha! He did admit it!

See? This car isn't his!

The old man finally ran out of tricks.

Took him long enough.

Evelyn, what do you think of this car?

I love it.

It's yours.

Mine?

Go ahead and talk to it.

Hello, Lambo.

Hello, Evelyn!

I'm your new Lamborghini.

Please get in.

Listen, a Lamborghini supercar just

showed up at the Godspeed Racetrack.

I need to know who
its owner is.

The Lamborghini you're asking about

was bought with a card under the name

of the Prince Corp CEO.

Prince Corp? Isn't that

the top financial firm in the States?

Wait a minute.

I know the CEO.

It's Damian!

That's right, sir.

I knew it! He's the only one who can

afford something like this.

I bought this car with my own money.

What's going on?

It's all over for you garage guy.

Is it really?

The owner of this car

is a guy named
Damian.

And still, you have the nerve

to claim it was yours.

Who is this Damian?

Who is he?

He's the last man

you'd want to cross in all of Vegas.

Oh, you're talking about that Damian?

I sure am.

CEO of Prince Corp and

son of the wealthiest man

in the world, Jett Hawkings.

Oh, right.

That Damian.

As if the name Damian would

mean anything to you, old man.

Why wouldn't it?

He's my son.

I'm the one who gave him that name.

Mr. Hawkings, what are you talking about?

This...

this Damian, he's the

richest man in the States.

Not even my family moves in his circle.

You have to be very careful

when speaking his name.

Evelyn, I told you. He's my son.

I can talk about him however I like.

Mr. Hawkings, you can ignore

everything else I say, but you have

to trust me on
this one.

Damian is notorious

for having a bad temper

and,

and he runs very shady business.

They call him the Devil of Vegas.

So, if he found out

that you claimed to be his father,

he would make minced meat out of you.

What kinds of shady businesses?

Damien's always been a good kid.

You're saying people are going around

calling him the Devil?

Did you just hear him?

He called the most feared man

"a good kid".

The old man's off his rocker.

And whatever brain cells he has left

after Damian's done with him,

they'll be fried to a crisp.

Ev, you should

really put some

distance between
yourself

and this repair man.
I would really hate

to see you get
dragged

down with him.

Mr.
Hawkings,

you don't have to

pretend to know Damian.

It's only gonna get you in big trouble.

Evelyn, I'm not pretending.

Damian is my son.

God, this mechanic's

such a lost cause.

I've never met such a delusional bullshitter

in my whole life.

It's time we expose you

for who you really are,

garage guy.

I'm gonna
call up Damian and

have him come over.

And when he

gets here, you're
fucking

dead!

Who is it?

Oh, god....

Who is it?

Oh hey, Damian.

You remember me?

Xavier?

Anyways, I'm here at

the Godspeed Racetrack.

And there's some asshole here

who's claiming to be your dad.

And he won't shut up.

Someone's...

impersonating my father?

Call the racetrack.

Have them shut their gates,

and do not let anybody leave.

And if anybody tries to leave,

I want you to

knock their fucking teeth out!

You got it, boss.

Ha!

That seals it.

You're good as dead, old man.

You're horrible, Xavier.

How dare you snitch on

Mr. Hawkings like that?

I do whatever the fuck I please.

And when Damian gets down here,

all bets are off.

Even your family might

get dragged into this.

The next thing you know,

your father is going to be begging me

to marry you to escape Damian's wrath.

Ev, if your dad finds out

that you pissed Damian off,

he's really going to start

cracking the whip.

You've got to break up with your

repairman boyfriend before it's too late.

Mr. Hawkings, what are you doing?

You should leave before it's too late.

I'll have someone escort you out, okay?

Everybody listen up!

Nobody's going
anywhere.

Everybody listen up!

Nobody's going anywhere.

Not until the Devil of Vegas gets here.

Evelyn, how about this?

You and I become a couple.

And, in exchange,

I put in a good word

for you and your family.

And get you out of
this pickle.

If you refuse, you and the entire

Grant family go down

with this dirtbag mechanic.

Xavier, you're such
a jerk!

See, the thing is
Xavier,

The only one who's going to be

in a pickle

is you.

The name's Xavier. I'm Damian's friend.

Nice to meet you, Xavier.

I didn't fucking ask.

Xavier! Xavier!

Oh my God!

Xavier!

Xavier!

What the hell are you doing?

I thought you worked for Damian.

You literally just

almost killed his friend.

Oh, that's his friend, huh?

I work for the man. You don't think I know

who his fucking friends are?

And you.

Who the hell do you think you are,

acting like you're

one of Damian's friends, huh?

Sir, I am his friend.

Ask Damian.

I'm not here to bicker about who is

or isn't friends with the boss.

These are Damian's orders.

Anyone tries to leave
this garage...

gets their goddamn teeth knocked out.

My son Damian is really

the Devil of Vegas?

Damian is really this

Devil of Vegas?

Hey, you old sack of shit.

Keep my boss's name

out your fucking
mouth.

Mr. Hawkings, I told you to be careful.

Please let me handle this, okay?

Um, sir.

My apologies.

My...

my friend here, he

he sometimes speaks without thinking.

Really, Ev? You're still defending him?

Come on, Ev, just ditch this stupid

grease monkey. I mean,

you're digging your own grave.

Listen, baby.

He could be the second coming

of Jesus fucking Christ for all I care.

Anybody who talks

about my boss like that,

him, and anyone who stands with him,

are fucking dead.

So tell me,

when did Damian become...

such a ruthless savage?

Say that one more time.

Look, I don't have time to play games

with little minions
like you.

All I'm saying is,

if he's such a ruthless savage,

I'm worried about

what will happen to all of you

when he gets here.

What's gonna happen
to us?

This mechanic's really

gone off the deep
end, huh?

There's nothing more I'd like than

to tear your old ass into

a million pieces right now.

I'm gonna leave that fun for the boss.

Speak of the devil.

Speak of the devil.

That's him! Damian's here!

Mr. Hawkings, why didn't you leave

when you had a chance?

Damian's going to kill us!

Trust me.

There's nothing to worry about.

You made it!

Which one of you

worthless piles of shit

beat my tenth best lap time?

That was me.

You filthy little bastard!

My name was up on that board for years!

And now it's gone!

I didn't know

that you were in tenth place.

I am so sorry.

I, I had a penalty on that lap.

I'll ask them to change it.

It's fine.

You're just lucky

I'm in a good mood
today.

So, that was you that
called me earlier.

Yes. As I said on the phone,

there's some deranged lunatic here

who's pretending to be your father.

We were just about to

beat some sense
into him.

Yeah. My father retired years ago

from racing, so this
track

is the last place that you'd find him.

Exactly! That's why

I knew it couldn't be him!

Alright. Let's find that fucker

that's impersonating my father.

Alright.

Which one of you dim little dipshits

is impersonating my
father?

Well, that'd be me.

Dad!

Dad!

Wha- what did you just call him?

What, are you deaf

or stupid or
something?

That's my father.

Jett Hawkings, the richest,

most powerful man on Earth.

Mr. Hawkings?

So it's true.

I tried to tell
you.

Dad, why didn't you tell me

you were coming to Vegas?

I would have had one of my boys

here pick you up from
the airport.

It's fine.

My plane landed
here

on the track last
night.

It was a productive
trip, too.

I was finally able
to learn about

my son's shady
business

that he's been doing

behind my back.

What are you talking
about?

Save it.

You and I are going
to talk later.

Now, if I heard
correctly,

you were going to

beat some sense
into me.

Is that right?

Mr. Hawkings.

I'm sorry.

I should not have judged

a book by its cover.

I had no idea
that

you were Damian's
dad.

Please, please
forgive me.

Please?

Now you're sorry, huh?

Weren't you spewing threats

just a minute ago?

Anyone who disrespects my father

is going to wish

that they were
dead!

Anyone

that disrespects
my father is

gonna wish that they
were dead!

Get this human filth

out of my fucking
sight.

No!

Xavier, no!

Please, no!

I didn't mean to!

Please forgive me!

The two of you were pretty full of

yourselves before my
son showed up.

No, no, no, Mr.
Hawkings,

we, we, we are
so sorry.

We will never let that happen again.

You're right.

It won't.

Look, you two are still young,

so I'll cut you some slack.

But if I hear anything
about you giving

Evelyn a hard time,

there'll be consequences.

Ok.
- Ok.

Understood.

So now you believe me?

You know exactly who I am?

You're that...

Jett Hawkings.

You're the richest man in the world.

I tried to tell you.

Dad, you're never in Vegas anymore.

Why don't we just

hop in my car, alright,

and we go see the
sights?

Son, step outside
with me.

We have things to
discuss.

I know what you've been up to, Damian.

You think that because
you're a Hawkings,

that gives you a free license

to abuse your power?

To run around Vegas

like you own the city.

You think that your last name gives you a

get out of jail free card.

I don't know what

you're talking about, Dad.

I mean, whoever's telling you this

is just slandering me.

Okay, that's just bullshit.

Alright? It's not true.

You know, when they said

you were the Devil of Vegas,

I didn't believe it.

But now I see it.

This man standing in front of me,

is not the well-behaved,

respectful son I raised.

Not anymore.

I can explain
everything.

Okay, great, because
I would

love to hear this
explanation.

How about we start with your orders

to shut down this race track and

knock the teeth out of anybody

who tries to leave,

not to mention your little minion here

kicking and slapping people

the second he stepped in.

I would love to hear this explanation.

What are you talking about?

You. Come here.

What’s up, boss?

What the fuck?

I tell you to remain

peaceful and polite.

And now, I hear you're

going around kicking...

and slapping people?

Boss, I thought
you wanted me to.

He wants me to take the fall.

I'm sorry.

It's my mistake.

Yeah, it's your fucking mistake.

Now get the fuck out of here.

See that?

It's just a simple case

of insubordination.

All right. Look.

Fine, fine, fine.

I'll make sure that he's

properly reprimanded.

Okay?

Now, look,
you and I haven't had

some proper father-son time

in a while, so tell you what?

Why don’t I get my car,

we go out to the town-

Do you think I've gone senile

or something?

Thought I wouldn’t

figure out what you've become.

Son, you're not getting off so easy.

Two can play this
game.

What do you mean?

Don't you think you
overdid it just a

little bit right
there, Dad?

You overdid what?

You just gave me

a fucking
mouthful in

front of my own men.

Alright, do you have
any idea

how weak that makes me look?

That can affect my fucking business!

Your business?

Your shady mafia business!

I give you the keys

to Prince Corp.

What do you do?

You get yourself involved

in underground black market dealings.

No, Dad.

It's not what it looks like, alright?

I'm in my Wolf of Wall Street

phase now, okay?

It's all in good fun.

I'm not breaking
any laws.

And even if I was,

I mean,

you're my Dad, right?

You can just bail me out, right?

You still don't regret your actions.

I'm gonna say this one time.

One time only.

If you keep this up,

you're gonna ruin your life.

You're really
fucking

pushing it now, Dad.

Alright, I know you're my pops,

and everything and you feel obligated

to just give me advice
whenever

you fucking feel
like it.

but let's face it, okay?

You fucking boomers

are just out of
touch.

This world just is

not the same as it used to be.

Damian.

You are a sorry excuse for a son.

And I will be damned if I let you

tear down everything that I built.

And I'll be damned

if I let you

tear down everything

that I built.

Jesus, Dad, just take a

fucking chill pill, okay?

I'm an adult now.

Okay? I have my own morals.

My own values.

Alright?

Plus, I mean...

How many businesses do we have, right?

I mean, one secret small business

isn't gonna cause us any harm.

Damian.

Admit it.

You fucked up.

Right now...

this is the last chance I'm giving you.

Jesus fucking Christ!
Okay, fine!

I fucked up, okay?

Is that what you wanna fucking hear?

I fucked up! There!

I said it!

Okay? Jesus!

Alright, listen, Dad.

Are we done here?

Cause I gotta go.

Stop!

What now? Alright?

I thought we were finished.

As of today

all your bank
accounts

and credit cards
are frozen.

Let's see how far this...

Wolf of Wall Street phase

gets you without any
of my money.

Alright, Jesus, Dad.

Look, I know you're not

gonna fucking do
anything.

So just...

quit it. Okay?

Alright, seriously.

Knock it off. It's not
funny anymore.

If I don't put an end to this now,

sooner or later

you'll do something that

there's no coming
back from.

Fuck!

Fuck! Jesus fucking... fuck!

God fucking-

You really fucking did it, didn't you?

You froze my fucking
account!

What?

Sir, the board

has just issued an
order to remove you

from your position at Prince Corp,

effective
immediately.

Fuck!

God fucking damn it!

Good luck funding your side business.

Damian, I think what
you need now is...

time to reflect on what you've done.

So why don't you go on home.

Just sit in your own thoughts

for a while

and when you're ready,

come on out. Be a better man.

Fuck.

Mr. Hawkings,

you don't have to be so tough on him.

He's still your son.

It's my fault.

I should have been

a better father to him.

There's still
time to put him

on the right path.

Watch out!

Mr. Hawkings, your... your hand.

I am still pretending.

What do you say

I take you for a little ride?