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(engine rumbling)

(rock music playing)

* *

(engine revving)

(whirring)

(engine revving)

(whirring)

Announcer: (over speakers)
Welcome, everyone,

to Peach Tree Speedway,

where today's race
is crucial in determining

this year's
Late Model champion.

Will it be the brash newcomer
and points leader

Davis McDowell?

(cheering and applause)

Or the veteran Keith Owens,
in his final season,

just five points back
in second place?

(cheering and applause)

The youngster McDowell
has been giving Owens

more than he can handle.

There is certainly
no love lost

between these two drivers.

Owens has got a lot
to live up to.

His father and his grandfather
were both racing legends.

He has got to be feeling
the weight of that legacy

on his shoulders
right now.

Drivers, start your engines.

(engines revving)

Greg: (over radio)
Smooth and steady, partner,

just like we talked about.

Don't worry about
that little shit.

Just race your race.

(high-pitched whine)

(cheering)

(engines revving)

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen,

the field is stacking up
behind the leader.

They're heading
for the start line.

The green flag is out.

And they're off!

(engines rumbling)

Owens finds a gap
and goes for the front.

McDowell follows
on the inside.

Okay, Keith,
show that kid who's boss.

Announcer:
Owens takes an early lead.

That was your
fastest lap of the day.

Just hold her straight.

Announcer:
The white flag is out.

It's the final lap.

Owens leads, but McDowell
is in hot pursuit.

(engine revving)

McDowell makes his move
and switches to the outside

as they head down
turn three.

(crowd cheering)

They're heading
into the final quarter.

It's anyone's race.

(high-pitched whine)

Oh no, they've hit!

McDowell with a bump
on the back side.

Owens in a spin,
trying to come out of it.

And he's not
going to be able to.

Owens' race is over.

(crowd cheering)

And Davis McDowell
will take the checkered flag.

-Yes!
-Announcer: What a finish!

(cheering, applauding)

I can imagine Owens
will be pretty heated
after that move.

But for the moment,

it looks like McDowell
secures the win

and extends his lead
in the championship.

(crowd cheering)

* *

McDowell's a hothead
and an idiot.

These kids, the way
they're racing today,

it's ruining the sport.

Reporter:
So are you happy
to be walking away?

I'm not walking away.

Reporter 2:
Wait, you're not?

Because rumors
of your retirement--

That's all
just speculation.

I'm not retiring.

Owenses never quit.
Y'all know that.

-You know about this?
-Nope.

-Any other questions?
-Davis: Hey!

You're the one ruining
the sport, old timer.

How about you want to get
the fuck out of the way? Hmm?

How's it feel to be
the third best Keith
in the family?

Bet Daddy wishes
he named you something else.

I shouldn't have
called him an idiot.

The kid is worse
than an idiot.

There's something
dark in there.
Gave me the shivers.

Just makes me seem
like a sore loser.

You got punched,

and now you're icing
your face.

You are literally
a sore loser.

Katy,
that is not called for.

That's all just speculation.
I'm not retiring.

Owenses never quit.
Y'all know that.

Hey. Hey!

Neither of you
comes in this house

until you work
this shit out.

We had an agreement.

You said you were going to
retire at the end of the season,

and then it's my turn.

Things change.

That's bullshit.
You promised.

If I win
this last race,

I can still take
the championship.

I know you're anxious
to get out there--

Katy:
Dad, I have been
waiting to do this

since the day
I was born.

You know,
Davis was right.

You need to learn
to get out of the fuckin' way.

Hey!

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

* *

You could have given us
a heads-up.

I know.

You promised her.

And I feel terrible
about that.

But an Owens
can't retire a loser.

How's that
gonna help Katy?

Don't act like
this is about Katy.

I lost my flow, Donna.

Mid-season.

I can't get out
of my own head.

I hear, "Drivers,
start your engines,"

and all I can think is
there's somebody out there

that's better than me.

I've lost the damn race

before they even drop
the green flag.

(horn honking)

Davis:
Hey, guys, Davis here.

I know the race is over,

but I felt like making
one last pitstop.

-Baby...
-To Keith Owens'
front yard.

Keith:
...do me a favor and go
and fetch my shotgun.

Hey, no need, ma'am.
I'm going.

(engine revving)

I just planted
those motherfuckers.

Keith, you fuck
this flow nonsense.

You get out there
and you beat
that evil little shit.

* *

(phone beeping)

(line ringing)

-Woman: (over phone) Hello.
-Hey there.

Uh, can I get a tow truck
on Deep Springs Road

by the bend?

Woman:
You break down
or somethin'?

Yeah. Car won't start.

* *

(creaking)

(click)

Alright.
Smooth and steady.

Just practice.
No need to take chances.

Got it.

(engine starts)

(engine revving)

* *

(heartbeat thumping)

(all gasp)

(fire crackling)

Man:
Keith!

-He alright?
-Greg: No, no, no. No.

Charlie:
Ah, geez.

Ah.

Hey, Randy, so some kid
went full Linda Blair

on the number seven car.

Shit, that ain't nothin'.
I found a whole dook once.

Oh wow. Something
to look forward to.

(announcer on radio,
indistinct)

Hey Jean,

you got to wear these
around your neck or something.

I mean,
this is the second time
I found them this week.

Announcer:
...and around as they head
down the straightaway.

You don't want to go
watch this on the big screen?

I know.
I'm just so nervous.

That's my boy out there.
I can't watch.

Wait,
that's your kid racing?

Jean: Mm-hmm.

-No shit!
-Yeah, shit.

Announcer:
McDowell crosses
the line first

and wins
the Peach Tree Speedway!

-Oh! He did it!
-Hey!

Okay. Now I can watch.

Announcer:
An amazing victory
for the young...

-(crowd applauding)
-Charlie: Jean!

Davis did it again, Jean.

Ahh.

-Are they going
to interview him?
-Yeah, I guess.

Owenses never quit.
Y'all know that.

Randy:
Looks like they're
doing Owens first.

Why are they interviewing
the loser first?

Yeah, it's kind of
messed up.

I bet Davis is not
too happy about that.

Bet Daddy wishes
he named you something else.

Come on!
Come on!

Randy: Yep.
Not too happy at all.

Shit.
Boom goes the dynamite.

Yeesh.
So that's your kid, huh?

Real Manny Pacquiao
up there.

(grunting)

(children chattering)

-Hey, no running!
-Boy: I'm not!

Oh, can I have
your autograph?

Sure, man.

-Y'all want some peaches?
-Thanks.

-Help yourselves.
-I've seen every race
this season, Mr. McDowell.

Davis: Come on, now.
Y'all call me Davis.

You smoked Keith Owens
and punched him in the face.

Fuck that guy, man.
It was baller.

No need for that now.
I lost my cool.

And the truth is,
Owens ain't a bad guy.

Now, who wants to see
my lucky charm?

Kids:
Me, me, me, me.

This is what it takes to win.

Every race,
I've got my grandpa Big Ed
with me in the car.

He taught me what it takes to be
a racecar driver and a good man.

So who wants to sit
in the driver's seat?

-Boy 1: Me, me, me, me.
-Boy 2: Come on.

I'm first.
I got cancer.

Bullshit.

-What did you just say?
-You don't have cancer.

-You don't have cancer,
you fucking liar.
-Nice try, dipshit.

Charlie: Hey.
No need for all that.

You know, if that kid
did have cancer,

that could have gotten
real awkward real quick.

Nah, I got this thing.

I'm like the, the dog
that can smell, uh...

Cancer?

Uh, sure. Uh, yes.

Uh, I'm like that
but with bullshit.

You know,
I hear it, I know it.

Could have been wrong.

Well, stunning accuracy.

Step right up.

Here, let me...

Oh. Oh no.
You don't have to, uh...

(game music plays)

Hey. Figure I'll help out
around here

until a tow call comes in.

So what, so you drive
a, a tow truck, huh?

So racing isn't paying
the big bucks.

You know
what I won today?

Gas money and
a ceremonial bowl of peaches.

This sport's rigged against
the little guys like me.

You know, it takes
at least $75,000

to keep a car
on the racetrack,
minimum.

Keith Owens
probably spends

ten times that much on his car,
and I still beat him.

Good thing
he can't punch his way
out of a paper bag.

-It barely hurts.
-Well, bullshit.

-Uh, 'cause of
your thing, right?
-Yeah, because of that.

Davis:
And now his daughter's
gonna waltz into the sport.

She hasn't even raced
a late model. Not once.

And sponsors are going to be
falling all over themselves,

trying to get
their name on her car.

Gosh, you really got
a lot of road rage bubbling

under those bright eyes
of yours, huh, kid?

Yeah, I guess so.

So, uh, let me
ask you something.

This whole, uh,
racing thing,

I think I kind of
don't get it.

Aren't you the one
with the '69 Barracuda

in the parking lot?

An all-American
muscle classic?

Yes, but you see,
that, that gets me places,

which is technically
what a car is for.

You are just
going in circles.

I mean, you're basically
just turning left

a bunch of times.

That's what you think?

(coin clinking)

Okay.
So just hit the gas
and turn left.

How hard could it be?

Well. Gotta say,
this is very, uh, intense

with the haptics
and whatnot.

Uh-huh.
Now accelerate.

Geez, why am I
so afraid of crashing?

I mean, it's just
an arcade game.

Holy Toledo!
That was very close.

Did you see that?
That was very close.

Now, when you get to the end
of the front stretch,

point the car
into the turn.

-Towards the bottom
of the racetrack.
-Mm-hmm.

(Charlie sighs)

Alright.

Is your foot
even on the gas?

Don't distract me.

Davis:
Okay, for this next turn,

we need to do a fishhook,

but you got
to trust the car.

Do you trust the car?

-Well, it's an arcade game.
-No, it isn't.

You're on a dirt track,
engine screaming in your ears,

crowd's roaring,
time's slowing down.

Trust the car.

I don't trust the car.

Aah.

Davis:
You gotta trust the car.

Okay. Okay.
Fuck it. It's fake anyway.

Good. Good, good.

Faster. Faster.

When I say,
slam on the gas hard
and turn hard. Ready?

-I am not.
-Now!

Charlie:
Ahhhh!

Ooh. Ahh.

Little bitch.

-Terrible.
-Yes.

-Bad.
-Bad.

-F minus.
-Ah yeah.

-Yeah.
-Geez.

Okay. Okay. Okay.
You win. You win. You win.

You know what,
fake racing is, uh,

it's harder
than it looks.

Oh, no, no, no, man.
Come on.

Listen, kid, it's just
an arcade romance.

It's, it's dumb.
It's, it's messy.

It's self-defeating.

No, you don't want this
in your life.

-Worth a shot.
-Yes. I respect it.

Katy:
Hey, tow truck!

I know you're in here.

I saw your
shitkicker outside.

What's up, daddy's girl?
Shouldn't you be, like,

painting your toenails
or some shit?

Katy: What do you say
we settle this shit right now

on the track?

On the little track,
you mean?

'Cause we know Daddy
won't let you get
in a big boy car.

I can smoke your ass
on any track.

-Come on then.
-Boy: Come on, guys.

Now you get to see
the real thing.

(excited chatter)

Boy: Let's go!

Go, go, go!

(tires squealing)

(engines puttering)

-(crowd cheering)
-Whoa!

Again?

(engines puttering)

(cheering)

(tires squealing)

Again?

* *

(crowd cheering)

Get used to it,
Tow Truck.

You're going to be losing
to my family

for the rest of your life.

Ooh. Hey, Jean.
You need a ride home?

Geez,
what the fuck happened?

He had that "about to do
something stupid" look.

Davis: (on phone)
Hey, guys, Davis here.

I know the race is over,
but I felt like making

one last pitstop.

-Really?
-I'm done.

I'm done taking
that family's shit.

You think about
your own family.

What would Big Ed
say about this?

He'd say,
"Hell yeah, boy.

Take those fuckers out."

Ah, ah, ah.
On the track.

Big Ed had that
same devil inside him,

but he put it all
behind the wheel.

And that is what kept him
on the track and out of jail.

Do it all
but on the track.

Yes?

(door closes)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Did you break down
or somethin'?

Alright. Give me 15.

That was a tow call.

-I'm on it. I got it.
-Oh no, no.

You ain't going
anywhere.

You need to cool off
and sober up.

And first thing tomorrow,
you're going to fix

the Owens' mailbox
and apologize.

Now where are
my goddamn keys.

-(microwave beeping)
-(popcorn popping)

Oh shit.

Shit.

(metallic clang)

* *

Greg:
Smooth and steady.
Just practice.

No need to take chances.

There she is.
America's sweetheart.

(Katy scoffs)

You're not talking to me?

Okay. I'm sorry
for jacking your mailbox.

I was pissed, even though
it was just go-karts.

I don't care
if it's fucking big wheels.

When it comes to racing,
I'll kick your ass

anytime, anywhere.

You ain't kicking shit
until Daddy hands over

the keys
to the money wagon.

-Fuck off.
-Davis: Look,

we can sit here
and talk shit all day long,

or we can settle this
once and for all.

Last week,
I went around here
in 20.3 seconds.

You think you could beat it?

Be my guest.

Come on.
Just a practice lap.

Better hurry and suit up
before I change my mind.

(engines rumbling)

Jean:
What's happening, Randy?

He's out there on the track,
taking her easy.

And Owens is
really trying to goad him.

Alright. They're coming
into the first straightaway.

(all gasp)

Reporter:
We have just witnessed
Davis McDowell's car

smash into the wall
at turn one.

He doesn't appear
to be moving.

This is not looking good.

Jean: Davis!

Greg:
Kate!

-He alright?
-Greg: No, no, no.

Keith...

Katy was
in the car.

* *

Jean: Honey!
Oh, thank God.

-Oh, my God. Okay.
-I'm alright, Mom.
I'm alright.

* *

(sighs)

Jesus.

Reporter: (on TV)
As many of you
already know,

19-year-old Katy Owens
is in a coma

at Glencoe Memorial Hospital
after a horrible crash

during practice yesterday
at Peach Tree Speedway.

They're saying
her seat belt failed.

Oh. What do you mean?
Like, her seatbelt didn't work?

-It failed.
-What does that even mean?

It gave way.
That's, that's why
the injury was so severe.

In the meantime,
we wish Katy a speedy recovery,

and we're keeping
the Owens family

in our thoughts
and prayers.

God.

What the hell
was Davis thinking

letting her
drive that car?

Hey, Mom.

I just spent
the last two hours

getting the third degree
about Katy's crash.

And now they're talking
about suspending me.

Jean:
What?

The poor girl,
yeah, but Jesus.

She crashed because
of her own incompetence.

And now I'm going
to get burned.

Well, bullshit.

Oh, I... Sorry. Sorry.
It's, uh, instinct.

I just...

That wasn't even
a lie technically,

so just never mind.
Sorry.

No, what? Tell me.

It's just when you said
that she crashed

because of her own incompetence,
you didn't believe that,

so I just...

It's instinctual.
Cancer dog.
Sorry. Sorry.

You're 100 percent right.

I don't believe it.

Something about all of this
doesn't sit right.

Sit right how?

Davis:
You record all
the practices, right?

-You know it.
-Yesterday's too?

Davis:
Look at the line she takes.

What the hell is that?

What? So,
so she made a mistake.

She's too good of a driver
to make that mistake.

-That turn.
-Way too deep.

Way too hard,
straight into the wall.
It's almost like...

-Randy: It's totally like.
-You think?

-I do
-Charlie:
You want to cut me in

on this grease-monkey
mind meld.

Seems like there is...

Both:
Something wrong
with the car.

Don't they inspect it
or something?

Night before practice,
went over it

with a fine-toothed comb.

My man can tooth
a race car.

Okay, so maybe
something broke.

Well, they towed it
back to my garage.

Maybe it's worth
a look, right?

What are we
looking for?

Anything that looks funny.

-What the hell?
-Randy: What's that?

Does that look funny?

Do you have a fishhook
in your engine?

No, but I did have a family
of mice living there once, so...

Well, they weren't supposed
to be there either.

Somebody put that there.

Okay. How could
a, a fishhook

make a car crash?

Well, if the car
was going full speed,

which it appeared to be,

carburetor would be
wide open.

Oh shit.

If the hook was attached
to a gear tie,

it would catch.

Randy:
Well, the tie could have
melted off, but damn.

Even if you took
your foot off the gas,

there ain't no way
to decelerate.

Oh, my God.

I don't get it.

That's why Katy went
into turn one so hard.

She couldn't slow down.

Wow.

That was supposed
to be for me.

Somebody sabotaged
my car.

Huh? What?

No. No, no, no.
Come on. Come on.

Man, that, that's insane, okay.
Who would do that?

Uh, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

He knew he couldn't beat me,
so he sabotaged my car.

-Oh no.
-I have no doubt.

Am I lying?

No, you're not lying.

But, you know,
just take a breath.

You checked your car
the night before,

and you were with it
the whole time at the track.

-So...
-Truth.

We would have seen
someone messing with it.

Charlie:
Yeah.

A tow call came in
last night before practice,

but it ended up
being a prank.

I bet it was Owens
who made the call

to get me out of the house
so he can sabotage my car.

That conniving little bitch.

He fucking tried to kill me!

I'm going to put Keith Owens
in a fucking wheelchair.

-Randall.
-Let's roll, baby.

Okay.
Nobody's rolling.

Nobody's putting anybody
in a wheelchair.

-Try and stop me.
-Charlie: Listen to me.

You can't go after
Keith right now.

The man's daughter
is in a coma.

Alright?
Remember last night's
candlelight prayer vigil.

And there's going to be
another one tomorrow for Keith.

Get the candles ready.

Charlie: No, guys,
stop being stupid.

Alright? Really?

I'll go talk to him.

You can cancer dog him.

Well, I'm regretting
settling on that metaphor,

but, yes,
I can cancer dog him.

Uh, if he's lying,
I'll know it.

Then you two can go full
"Deliverance" on him. Okay?

Nothing, huh?
Great movie.

Charlie:
Hi.

Yes.

Oh, uh, I'm, uh,

I'm Charlie Cale.

I, uh...

I work at the, uh,
the go-kart track.

Okay.

Uh, Jean wanted me
to bring these by.

She said, uh,
she just wants you to know

that she's thinking
about you and your family.

Okay.

Tell her I said thanks.

Charlie:
Yeah.

You can leave 'em
out front.

Oh.

You know,
I haven't been here long,

but I, I know that
Katy's a great driver.

I know it's just go-karts,
but I saw her myself and, uh,

she is special.

She has the gift.

Like her grandfather.

My father.

I never had it.

Oh, uh, are you
a big fishing guy?

Like I said, you can
leave those out front.

I only ask because, uh,

so when Davis got
his car back,

he said that there was a,

like a fishhook
in the engine, uh.

That's a funny thing, right?
I, I...

Anyway,
hot-headed kid that he is.

So he was saying
he thinks that

maybe somebody
put it there,

like tampered
with the engine.

I mean,
that's crazy, right?

I don't know who
the hell you are

or what this is about,

but I didn't touch
that kid's car.

So are we done?

I'll put those out front.

Oh, uh...

I'm, uh, so sorry.

What was that?

Nothin'.

Bullshit.

Hey, guys.

Davis:
What happened?

So, uh,
you were right.

-He did it.
-I fucking knew it.

Thank you. Thank you.

-Shit. What happened?
-Keith did it.

-No shit.
-Charlie: Mm-hmm.

-Yeah. That's really illegal.
-Charlie: Yeah.

So, uh, look, we know
he did it, right,

but, uh, if you really
want to nail Keith,

we're gonna need
hard evidence, cop evidence.

We need, like,
a CSI for cars.

First thing we need to do
is take that fishhook,
put it in a Ziploc.

Yeah, we check the garage
for prints, tracks, traces--

My Uncle Raymond's
got a black light.

That ain't what he uses it for,
but it should work.

Well, this is about
to get comedic, isn't it?

Hey. Hey. No running.

No running!

What the hell?

Keith: (on TV)
The night before practice

-at Peachtree Speedway...
-Excuse me.

Keith: ...I snuck into
Davis McDowell's garage,

and I tampered
with his race car.

Yes.

I wanted Davis
to crash, but...

I never meant
for anyone to get hurt.

Especially not Katy.

That it was Katy

behind the wheel
of that car

was a horrible
twist of fate.

And something that
I will have to live with

for the rest of my days.

-Thank you.
-(reporters clamoring)

(phone ringing)

I have to take this.

Reporter:
A shattering confession

from Keith Owens,

who, according to authorities,

sabotaged a competitor's car

with a fishing hook
and gear tie.

Well, I guess
that's that.

Man.

Karma's like some
kind of consequence.

I agree.

Karma is like
a consequence.

Yes, sir.
Yes, I'll be there in 20.

Thank you, sir.

Cops. They need
to see the car.

Lots of stuff.
CSI car stuff, I guess.

Yeah, well, shit, huh?

I can't believe it.
Keith did it.

And now he's never
going to race again,

which means I fuckin' won
the championship.

That means
his sponsors and...

My mom won't have
to work anymore.

Hey, I know this is
a complicated situation,

but congratulations.

You didn't do
anything wrong,

and it's alright
for a part of you

to feel good right now.

(phone chimes)

-Sorry.
-Yeah, no.

Do your thing.
I'll catch you later. Alright?

Congratulations.

Hey, Curt.

What happened?
You okay?

-I'm scared to race.
-What? Why?

Seatbelts don't work.

Your seatbelt's fine, buddy.

Curt:
Katy's seatbelt didn't work.

That's why she's
in the hospital.

Davis:
No, hey, listen to me.

Your seatbelt is safe.

Randy makes sure of that.
He checks it all the time.

Hey, look at me.

What happened
to Katy was a fluke.

Her seatbelt malfunction
was a freak accident.

Bullshit.

Hey, uh, Randy.

So what happened
to Katy's seatbelt again?

I mean,
why'd it break?

Uh, it was old probably.
Just wear and tear.

Huh.

And do they get checked
or inspected before each race?

Randy:
Uh, no, ma'am.

Seatbelt's not like
a chassis adjustment

or, or tire pressure,

something you can
adjust on the fly.

Belts are complicated
as hell. Even these.

Any time I gotta fix one,
kart goes to the garage.

Oh.

Same thing
as a late model car.

Huh.

Oh, hey, Jean,
uh, you seen Davis?

You alright?

He broke into
my garage.

The cold-bloodedness
of that.

Gee, I... I didn't
think about that.

You were there
when that happened.

That's intense.
I'm sorry.

I, I wasn't home.

-What?
-Oh, I was out on a tow call.

-With Davis?
-Oh God, no.

After what he did,
I sent that boy to bed.

I can't sit here
all night.

I got to go restock
the fidget spinners.

Okay.

(keys jingling)

Ah, shit.

They took it
to the CSI car lab.

Shit. Shit.

(heavy sigh)
Okay.

What am I looking for?

Well, seatbelt tools,

seatbelt fragments,
I don't know.

Great.
Things I don't know
what they look like.

What the fuck
am I doing?

Oh, geez.

Oh.

Hey, Big Ed.
You got any advice for me?

-(door opens)
-Huh?

Oh shit.

Alright...

They're in here, Mom.
You left them in the garage!

Davis: Hey.

What are you doing here?

Did you mess
with Katy's seatbelt?

Did I what?

Well, geez.

Look--

Well, you told Curt
that Katy's seatbelt failing

was a freak accident,

but that was a lie.

What are you talkin' about?

Also, uh,
I realized that,

well, when you showed
me and Randy the engine,

there was a fishhook
in it, and,

and you said that if it was
attached to a gear tie,

it would keep
the carburetor open.

Yeah. And that's what
Keith did.

Right. But couldn't it
have been

a piece of wire
or dental floss.

Hell, why not
a fishing line?

He could have used
fishing line, right?

I mean, it could
have been anything.

But you said gear tie.

And, and then
when Keith confessed,

what do you know, I...

that's exactly
what he used.

So?

So...

you knew it was there.

Because you saw
Keith do it.

You were home
when he did it.

And then you messed
with the seatbelts,

with the seatbelt wrenches.

Do you even...
What's a seatbelt wrench?

Tell me anything I said
isn't true.

Go on, say it out loud.

Keith confessed!

It's over.

You tried to kill
a person, you psycho.

And for what?

You know, driving
a car around in a circle.

Really?

It's over, Charlie.

And, yeah...

I'd kill someone
for what I get on that track.

And so would Keith.

I guess you really
don't understand that.

(thud)

Jean:
Davis?

Honey, you've got
my keys?

-Oh. Hey, Charlie.
-Charlie: Hey, Jean.

You wanna stay
for dinner?

You know what?

I really, I'd love to,

but I got to go.

Alright.

Jesus.

(engine revving)

Oh shit.

Goddammit.

Alright, trust the car.

-Trust the car,
trust the car, Charlie.
-(engine revving)

I'm gonna trust you,
you piece of shit.

(tires screeching)

Fuck!

Ahhhh!

(tires squealing)

(exhales)

Alright, baby.

Announcer: And introducing
Lucas Oil's new ambassador

Davis McDowell.

(crowd cheering)

I want to thank
my new sponsor, Lucas Oil,

and dedicate today's race
to Katy Owens.

I hope she gets better soon.

-(crowd cheering)
-Thank you. Congratulations.

You did it!

It's everything
you always wanted.

Thanks, Mom.

(thumping)

Jesus.

What the hell
are you doing here?
You can't be here.

Yeah, I know. But as I was,
uh, leaving town last night,

well, I remembered that I,
I had something of yours.

You see, uh,
when I saw

Big Ed's smiling face
on the workbench,

well, I knew you never
had any intention

of gettin'
in your car that day.

Big Ed wasn't
on the dash

because you knew your car
was going to crash

and you didn't want
the photo to get damaged.

Well, that's some evil shit.

You, my friend,
are a fuckin' monster.

You should leave.
It's not safe for you here.

Yeah, I realized that
last night.

So today, I, uh,

well, I quit the track,
I said goodbye to Jean,

and then I, uh,

I stopped by the hospital.

I had a, a good talk
with Donna.

So she was telling me all this
interesting stuff about Keith,

about his flow,

about what happens when you,
uh, when you lose it.

Look at old Keith.

So he stepped up
in the end,

did the right thing,
confessed.

Yeah, he's just the man
she knew he was.

Gee. That's really nice.

Yeah.

Oh, and then I had a,

a good talk with Katy.

Oh yeah.

She's totally lucid.

Sort of a miracle thing.

That doctor's saying she's
gonna bounce back fast.

I tell you,

the way this girl
talks about racing,

I finally got it.

A month, a year.

I don't know what
it's going to take,

but she'll be racing
again soon.

And she's comin' for you.

It's just a matter of time.

Ain't no one better
than Davis McDowell.

I'm the future
of the goddamn sport.

Okay?

Well, we both know
that's bullshit.

Buckle up, kid.

* *

Announcer:
Drivers, start your engines!

(engine revving)

(high-pitched whine)

* Drivin' on 9 *

* You could be a shadow *

* Beneath the streetlight *

* Behind my home *

* Drivin' on 9 *

* I sure miss you *

* Pass a motel *

* Looking in the blinds *

* Drivin' on 9 *

* Looking for the 30 *

* Maybe I passed it *

* Go another mile *

* Drivin' on 9 *