All language subtitles for Days of Thunder 1990_track3_[eng]

(ENGINES REVVING)

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Daytona 500,

the Super Bowl of
motor racing events.

Walking onto the grid
is the two-time

Daytona 500 and
defending champion
Rowdy Burns.

And perennial contender
from Reading, Pennsylvania,
Aldo Bennedetti.

ANNOUNCER:
Gentlemen, start your engines.

Big turn back
for number 43,
Richard Petty.

Petty spins
to the inside
of the track.

A tough break
for Richard Petty.

Richard Petty is out
of the Daytona 500.

Speaking of people
who are out of the race,

perhaps it's time to remember
the legendary crew chief,
Harry Hogge,

whose great driver,
Buddy Bretherton,

died here last year
in a fiery crash,

hitting the wall at over
195 miles an hour.

So you're enjoying
the good life, Harry?

Yeah.

I never minded spreading
a little fertilizer

around now and then.

There's worse things.

How's the truck running?

Runs good.

I want you
to build me a car.

Now, Tim, everybody knows
some downtown car dealer

can't afford a race team.

No driver worth a damn
is gonna sign with you.

'Cause they wreck one car,
you can't afford to
build them another

and they're out
of the deal, you know.

And no car's gonna
win without a driver.

Not even mine.

If you built the car,
I'd get a damn driver.

What kind of driver
are you going to find

after the season's started?

Some old boy who's washed up
and wasn't worth a shit
to begin with.

You can work with him.

You can build a driver
like you build a car, Harry.

Tim, take a look
at that hound.

That's the best
coon dog I've ever
seen or heard about.

And I didn't teach
him a damn thing.

Well,
I got somebody.
Who?

Take a look at him.

Anybody I gotta
take a look at,
ain't somebody.

Then take a look at nobody.

Look, Tim,
I gave up racing.

You gotta know that.
All right?

You didn't give up
racing, Harry.

You quit to avoid
an investigation into
Buddy's crash at Daytona.

Hey, I didn't avoid
any goddamn investigation.

Anyway,
I talked to NASCAR

and if you come back in
there won't be any
investigation.

How the hell did you
sell them on that deal?

I'm a hell of a salesman.

(ENGINES ROARING)

Now,
that's a racecar driver.

When's your driver due?

Harry tells me
your guy runs those
Indy type deals.

Yeah.
Sprints, mainly.

Two World of
Outlaw championships,
three all-star wins,

seven straight feature wins
and he's been driving ASA.

Hey.

Got yourself a real
statistician there.

Does he know anything
about drivers?

We'll see.

Harry, where'd you say
your driver's from?

Eagle Rock.

It's up around
Wilkesboro, isn't it?

No. Glendale,
California.

He's a Yankee?

Not exactly.
If you're from California,
you're not a Yankee.

You're not
really anything.

You said it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

The shocks are right,
we're dialed in, buddy.

Don't change a thing.

Hey, you ain't buried
in horse manure after all.

Looking pretty good.

You're the one
who's looking good.

It hadn't been easy, Harry,
I'll guran-damn-tee you,

but this bitch
is ready to run.

I can't tell you how
much we all appreciate

you letting us
use the car, Rowdy.

I told you
about this, Rowdy.

Harry's got some new driver

and he needs a car just
to turn a couple of laps.

I told you it was
Harry Hogge

who'd asked us
personally,
as a favor.

Who is this driver?

(LAUGHS)

Tim tells me
you've been running
open-wheels.

That's right.

And now you just want
to up and drive NASCAR?

That's right.

What do you know
about stock car racing?

Well, I've watched it
on television, of course.

You've seen it
on television?

ESPN,
the coverage
is excellent.

You'd be surprised
at how much
you can pick up.

I'm sure I would.

Look, this may not
be the best time
for you to run this car.

Was there some problem?

No, sir.
You all go right ahead.

But you bend this bitch
the least little bit,

I'm gonna tear
your balls off.

Okay.
Would you mind very
much holding on to this?

Didn't he hear
what that man said?

Hold on a minute.
Don't you think
we ought to talk?

What? About how
I'm gonna run? Sure.

About how you've
managed to live
as long as you have.

Look, I ain't gonna
let you race this car.

Mmm-mmm.

What's going on?

He's had second thoughts.

You said
you'd look at him.

I've looked at him.

I paid $2,500 to use
this track today, Harry.

Forget it.
He needs a brand name
like Exxon or Richard Petty.

Well, I know
a damn race driver
when I see one.

MAN: What's going on, Harry?
Is this happening or what?

Do us all a favor,
Harry.

Let me drive.
I won't make
a fool out of you.

That tunnel turn's
real tricky.

Now,
whether it's hot or cold,
it gets as slick as a butt.

Then you'll slip and
slide and slam yourself

into the wall
before you know it.

So just take it easy.

I'm dropping the hammer.

No, you're not.

It's under Rowdy's time.

Well,
it might have been better
if he cracked up the car.

(CHUCKLING)

That was fast.

Yeah?

Thirty-one flat.

That's good enough
to take the pole
in the last race here.

Hell, I thought this
was gonna be a joke.

You never drove
a stock car before?

No, sprints mainly.

What's your name?
Buck Bretherton.
What's yours?

Cole Trickle.
It's damn nice
to meet you, Buck.

Damn nice
to meet you,
too, Cole.

You were one
lucky son of a bitch
in that tunnel turn.

That car was way
out of shape.

Well, if you think
it was luck,
let's do it again.

You run good.

Thank you.

Now, go get your own car
and we'll see how you do
in a crowd.

So, how come
you don't stick
to open wheels?

I lost my ride.

After two championships
and seven straight wins,
you were fired?

I lost my ride.

Doesn't matter.
I'd have quit regardless.

Why's that?

I wasn't
going anywhere.

Where do you
want to go?

Indianapolis.

But you can't win in Indy
without a great car.

And my name's not
Andretti or Unser.

On the other hand,
stock cars are stock cars.
Pretty much the same.

Hey,
there's nothing stock
about a stock car.

Look, I'm not
trying to insult you.

All I'm saying is,
stock cars are built
to run equal.

Isn't that right?

So the rule books say.

So I don't have
to worry about getting
beat by another car.

In other words,
all you have
to worry about

is getting beat
by other drivers.

Yeah.

You build me a car,
and I'll win Daytona
next year.

I'm gonna give
you an engine low
to the ground.

Extra-big oil pan
that'll cut the wind
from underneath you.

That'll give you
30 to 40 more horsepower.

I'm gonna give you
a fuel line that'll hold
an extra gallon of gas.

I'm gonna shave
half an inch off you and
shape you like a bullet.

And when we get you primed,
painted and weighed,

you're going
to be ready to go out
on that racetrack.

You hear me?

You're gonna be perfect.

Okay.
I'm going to pull
this rookie's chain.

Cole, you're wandering
all over the track.

Yeah.
Well, that son of a bitch
just slammed into me.

No, he didn't slam into you,
he didn't bump you,
he didn't nudge you.

He rubbed you,
and rubbing,
son, is racing.

There goes the fender.

There goes
the quarter panel.

COLE:
All right. Get back!

All right,
while we're still
under a caution,

I want you to go
back out on that track
and hit the pace car.

Hit the pace car?
Hit the pace car!

What for?

Because you hit every other
goddamn thing out there.

I want you to be perfect.
Now, go on. Go! Go! Go!

You're going too high.
Stay in the group.

How about that?
This side we don't
have to fix.

I don't want
you spoiled, Buck.

This is gonna hurt.

Move! Move! Move!

(YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Did you see that guy?

What?

I've got to pit.

I don't think so.
We're busy now.

You're what?

We're eating ice cream.

Ice cream?

Now, you're welcome
to come on and get one,

but I don't believe NASCAR

would think much
of you trying to eat
an ice cream cone out there.

You have enough
trouble riding around
the track as it is.

CREW MAN:
Take it easy.
(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Come on now, Cole!

Cole! Cole!

We messed up
big-time on Sunday.

I had sponsors
in the stands

and I'm hugging
and holding hands

and kissing them
in the ear and praying
for a good showing.

And what do we do?

We end up looking
like a monkey fucking
a football out there.

Everybody out, please.

Except you two.

I've got a question.

What is the one thing
you absolutely need
to do to win a race?

It's pretty
damn obvious...
You keep quiet!

You need
to finish the race.

Tim, I realize
Harry's been around
a long time.

I'm not saying that
his ways are antiquated

but it'd help to have a car
that handled properly
and didn't blow engines.

Well, if he wouldn't
get excited

and over rev
the son of a bitch,

the engine
wouldn't blow.

Now, Cole,
when you shift the gear,

and that little needle
on the tach goes
into the red

and reads 9,000 rpm,
that's bad.

It's also my fault
if the tires blow,
if you ask this old fart.

Well, hell yes,
it's your fault.

There's 40 other
vultures out there

who managed to finish
the race on their tires.

You see Darrell Waltrip
using up his tires?

There's nothing I can't
do with a racecar.

Well,
that's the difference
between you and me.

There's only
so much I can do!
That's obvious.

Harry, he doesn't
need to appreciate
your job to do his.

Well, he sure as hell does.
How can he expect to race

if he don't know
what a racecar
can and can't do?

What is this shit,
huh?

You want me to work
the pit and you drive?

Fine. We'll try that.

I can't talk
to this son of a bitch.

I can't talk
to that son of a bitch.
I really can't. I can't...

You think
he can drive?

He can drive.

He can drive beyond
the limits of the tires,

the engine, the car,
anything else.

If the son of a bitch
listened to me,

we wouldn't hardly
ever lose a race.

If we don't get us
a sponsor in the next
couple of races,

my ass is fried.

I'm liable to be out
of the car business
altogether.

And, Harry,
I know you're great.
You know you're great.

But if the guy in the car
doesn't trust you,

we're never going
to win a damn race.

Hey, Harry.

We've gotta talk,
all right?

All right, Harry. Talk.

No. On the radio
during the race.

Now, you wanna run
right on the ragged edge
all the damn time,

you've got to tell
us what's going on
with the car.

Or you just want
to change the way
I drive it.

Maybe.

Well, maybe you can
set up the car so
I don't have to change.

I'd be happy to.

You just tell me how.

What do you
want to know?

Well, hell, Cole,
you are the driver.

You think she's running
loose or tight? Tell us.

We give a turn here,
take some wedge
out there,

we'll win some races.
That's all there is to it.

I can't do that.
Why the hell not?

Because I don't
know what the hell
you're talking about.

How do you mean that?

Because I don't know
much about cars, okay?

Well, hey, Cole,
that don't make you

a damn bit different
from any driver I ever met.

No, I mean,
I really don't know.

I don't know what you just
said about a turn here
and a wedge there.

I don't know.
I don't know.

How can that be?

What's the difference?

They told me to get
in a car and drive.
And I could drive.

The point is,
I'd like to help
out but I can't.

I'm an idiot.
I don't have
the vocabulary.

Well...
Well?

We're just gonna
have to figure
one out, aren't we?

(CHUCKLES)

Don't worry about it.

All right?

(ENGINE ROARING)

How does she feel?

Whoa!
Her ass is all
over the place.

Well, the rear end's loose.
Car's fast.

"Loose" is fast,
and "on the edge,"
you're out of control.

Now, Cole,
there is something else.

Tires is what
wins a race.

Yeah.
What the hell are
you talking about?

If we can't figure
you a way to run

so you don't melt
the damn tires,

we can't finish a race.

So, what do you want?

I'll tell you what,

you run 50 laps
any way you like,

then 50 laps
like I want you to.

Give me an honest run.

If you do,
I'm gonna beat you.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

All right.
Now we're going to do it
50 laps my way, all right?

Now,
when you were racing
Indy cars out west,

the tires were twice
as wide and the car
weighed half as much.

Now your car weighs
twice as much and
the tires are half as wide

and you're burning
them up, all right.

Now, if you do...
When you burn
them up, they melt,

when they melt,
they get greasy
and you slip and slide.

And you're out
of control. All right?

(GRUNTS) Let's go!

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

His way, my way.

I was six seconds faster.

You can buy me some lunch
at the highway joint, Tim.

What's wrong?

We're trying
to figure out
what to do.

About what?
About what?

We're in trouble.

Rowdy took
the pole in 30.25.

We run 31.10.
We're almost a second
off the pace.

We're looking
for some speed
out of this.

The car's perfect, Harry.

ANNOUNCER:
It's the first race
of the season here

at the legendary Darlington
International Speedway.

And the most treacherous
turn is number four.

30:90. Leader's 30:80.

You're running 12th.
Thirty laps to go.

Thanks, Harry.

You're gonna burn
the damn tires, Cole.
So take it easy.

Harry, I'm not going faster.
Everybody else
is going slower.

He's right, Harry.
I checked his lap times.

We just haven't fallen off
as much as everybody else.

That's right.
You're doing good, Cole.
You're doing real good.

HARRY:
You're running fifth

and you're gaining
half a second a lap
on the leader.

Fifteen to go.

Don't pass on
the outside of turn four.

That's right.
Stay to the inside, Cole.
Ten laps to go.

ANNOUNCER:
And Trickle has moved
into the number two spot,

right behind Rowdy Burns.

I'm right behind the leader.

HARRY:
Five laps to go.

Remember me?

What in the hell's going on?

Just a little rubbing, Harry.
Rubbing's racing.

I'm going to take
this rookie once
and for all.

All right,
God damn it.
That's enough!

You can't play
with Rowdy like this.

He's gonna give you
a real ass ripping.

Just relax, Harry.

ANNOUNCER:
Somebody's got to give.

And it's Rowdy Burns
who's out!

No! An incredible
recovery by Rowdy.

He retains his position
on the lead lap.

And we have a new leader.

Cole Trickle in the number 46
City Chevrolet car.
(ALL CHEERING)

We're under caution
with three laps to go.

Caution's out.
Come on in.

What for?
It's almost over.

You've been on
the green for 68 laps.

Everybody's got
to pit, Cole.

Go, go! Go, go!

The air gun's jammed,
give me another one.
(GROANS)

Give me a gun.
Give me a gun.

MAN: It's jammed.
Come on, switch it, guys.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Let's go!

Damn it! Go! Go! Go!

Go. Get them on quick!

God damn it!
Son of a bitch!

Now, Cole...

COLE:
Son of a bitch!

Cole,
we're on the air,
all right?

I come into the pit,
I'm in first place.

I go out, I'm in third
with two laps to go.

All right. First of all,
don't get excited, all right.

You're in third place.
That's a pretty
respectable position.

Now, what you do is this.

When they slow down
into turn four,

you just keep
your foot on the gas

and drive right by
them on the outside.

Harry,
you told me, nobody goes
to the outside on turn four.

Well,
now I'm telling
you different.

If you go to the outside,
you can hold it.

He's going
to end up in the wall.

All right.
Cole, the pace car is
about ready to duck on off.

We don't have
a whole lot of time
to talk about this.

Well, tell me how.

It's 'cause we've got
a real good set
of match tires on.

What?
What?

Those tires
are matched perfect
and staggered special.

You're gonna
get him killed.

Pace car's about
ready duck on off.

If you go to the outside,
you can hold it.

All right, Harry.
When it comes to the car
I'll take your word.

ANNOUNCER:
The white flag is out.
One lap to go.

The boy don't have the balls
to pass me on the outside.

ANNOUNCER:
And they're heading
into treacherous turn four.

Yes!

ANNOUNCER:
And Cole Trickle wins his
first ever NASCAR victory.

Second place
goes to Rowdy Burns.

(ALL CHEERING)

Cole Trickle...

Cole,
did you have any idea

you could run
the car wide open
into that last turn

and make it
stick like that?

I knew it all along.

How's that?

Well, in our last stop,
when I came in,
Harry put on special tires.

Special tires? Harry Hogge,
what's special about them?

Well,
nothing in particular.

REPORTER:
Looks like Harry Hogge
has a little explaining to do.

You told me...

I lied. I had
to tell you something
to calm you down.

You were acting
like such a candy-ass.

After the air gun stuck,
I figured

you'd never get
back on the racetrack.

You son of a bitch!
(ALL SHOUTING)

Try this on for size.
We've got ourselves
a sponsor.

Promise me
one thing, boys,

whatever else
we do from here,
we win Daytona.

That's a promise.
That's a promise.

HARRY:
Selling thousands of dollars
worth of useless mining stock

and they call that
a dog and pony show.
(COLE CHUCKLES)

It may be funny,
but it's not that funny
when it happens to you, son.

It happened to me.

What? You bought
worthless mining stock?

I told you I lost my ride.

That's how I lost it.

Team owner was a conman.
Junk bonds,
worthless companies.

But mainly he sold
stolen yachts.

When I won enough races,
he even used my name

to promote the sales.

He went to jail
and I lost my ride.

It was pretty humiliating,
actually.

Hell, Cole,
there's no need
to be embarrassed

by some lowlife,
piece of trash

who put you in
that kind of position.

Well, Harry,
that depends.

On what?

On whether or not
you're related
to that lowlife,

piece of trash.

He was my father.

I've never really
stuck with anything since.

They don't trust me,
I don't trust them.

You know how that goes.

Like for instance,

you lied to me today.
(CHUCKLES)

It was dumb luck
I didn't end up
crashed or dead.

I ought to punch you out.

Yeah? Give it a try.

No.

Don't wanna get
my ass kicked by
a 60-year-old man.

Fifty-nine.
Whoa, whoa!

BUCK:
Whoop his ass, Harry.

Come on, Cole.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Oh, God. Come on.

(GASPING)

Drivers just don't
go to the outside
like that, Cole.

But I knew
you could do it.
I knew it.

I believed it
in my heart.

Peach or cherry?

COLE: Cherry.

I'm taking a leak.

There you see now,
there's calculating drivers,

and then there's
kamikaze drivers.

And our Cole
here's a kamikaze,
like my pappy was.

And who's that?

Buddy Bretherton.

Buddy Bretherton
was your dad?

He died at Daytona,
didn't he?

Last year.

How did it happen?
Mind my asking?

He hit the wall.

Which turn?

He was probably
dead before he hit it.

The coroner's report
showed massive heart attack.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

I believe we've
been pulled over.

All right. Everybody out
and up against the wall here.

You're under arrest.

Let's go. Move it.

What the hell for?

It's right there
in your hand.

Transportation
of illegal alcohol
across state lines

for the purpose
of distribution.

Well, I don't know
what this looks
like to you, Officer,

but this is
not distribution.
This is consumption.

Well, that don't
exactly make it legal.
You know what...

Now up
against the wall.

What...
What is this?

Up against the wall!

Officer?

Well, looks like
we've found something.

OFFICER 1:
What's that?
A concealed weapon.

Where?

Right here.

(SNICKERING)

Now, the only
question is,

will he actually use it?

(SNIGGERING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

Please don't be mad.
Harry and the boys just
thought you might like me.

ANNOUNCER:
Here we are for
summer speed weeks

in Daytona Beach, Florida.

It's the Firecracker 400.

And the favorite here today
is newcomer Cole Trickle

in the number 46
Superflo Chevrolet.

He's the hottest young rookie
in NASCAR history

and has won
an unprecedented five
out of his last six races.

Stop playing peek-a-boo
in Rowdy's rearview mirror.

I thought you boys would've
had enough of that by now.

I'm not doing
anything like that, Harry.

Well, then what
are you doing?

He rubbed me the wrong way
and loosened his bumper!

I'm just gonna have
to come all the way out.

Try that and his
rear bumper's liable
to go through the radiator

and take you out
of the whole damn race.

That bumper gets
any looser, Rowdy,
they're gonna black-flag you.

Let him go by.

He's waving me by,
I'm gonna take him
on the high side.

What are you so
worried about, Harry?

Well, you surely
got my attention.

Great driving,
great recovery, Cole.

ANNOUNCER:
Cole Trickle now right behind
the number 51 car of Burns,

and they go at it again.

There's a crash coming
out of turn four, Cole.

COLE: I see it!

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Can you hear me?

COLE: I can't see anything.

Wiggle your fingers for me.

Wiggle your toes.

COLE: I can't see anything.

I'm all right.
Take this off.

Hey, what do we got?

Hook up
the other monitor.

I'm not a car battery.
I don't need recharging.

Relax, it's just
standard procedure.

Hey, you go screw
yourself, okay?

What was that, Mr. Burns?

I wouldn't tell
you to do that, Doc.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

What's going on?
Keep your head down.

DOCTOR: Relax.

I can't see.

God, tell me what's going on!
I'm blind, God damn it!

What's your name?

What...
What's your name?

Cole. Cole.

Cole, would you help us
out and lie still, please?

C-spine and CAT scan,
right away.

Yes, Doctor.

Can you move
your fingers for me?

Just tell him he's
had a concussion.

His brain is bruised,
and like any bruise,
it's gonna swell.

Now that swelling
is almost certainly
what's affecting his vision.

HARRY:
You have a concussion
and your brain is bruised

and it's going to swell.
It's certainly gonna
affect your vision.

You mean
this will go away?

Tell him
we're gonna run some tests
to confirm everything.

What did his helmet
look like and
was it cracked?

No.

Was it scratched?

COLE:
Are you a brain doctor?

Was the helmet scratched
at the front or the back?

I believe it was scratched
in the back and the front.

COLE:
Are you a brain doctor?

Could someone talk to me?

When I'm driving,
I got a guy on the radio
who talks to me.

I can't see him.
But he talks to me.

Don't worry,
we're going to
take care of him.

COLE: Harry.

Are you okay, Harry?

Yeah. Why?

You look all
bent out of shape.

Hell, it's probably
just my eyes.

No, it's me,
I've been here all night.

Jesus.
What are they
giving me here?

Harry, what happened?

Rowdy was spinning
across the track.

The rule is you go
straight for them.

So I never took
my foot off the gas.

He should have
been gone by the time
I got there,

man, but he wasn't.

I think another car hit you
and knocked you into Rowdy.

He came out of nowhere.

Yeah.

It's one of those things
that never happens.

I wouldn't even think
about it, you know.

I'll get the doctor.

I feel great.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Cole.

Oh. Damn nice
to see you, Cole.

How you doing, buddy?

It's damn nice
to see you, Buck.

How you doing?

Cole,
you've met Dr. Lewicki.

That's your doctor,
Dr. Lewicki.

I don't think
he's actually
seen me before.

Sure, Harry.

No...

Dr. Lewicki.

Smock, stethoscope.
It's a great costume,
Harry.

So how are you, Doc?

No, Cole,
this really is Dr. Lewicki.

I was just about
to go off duty.

You thought
you'd come by
to look me over.

Well,
it's not a bad idea.

I figure your
vision's restored?

I think so.

Nothing's blurred?
You're not seeing double?

No haloes around objects?
Flashing lights?

What are you
going to do with this?

Look into your eyes.

Doc, Doc.

Isn't this what
you're really
looking for?

(SNIGGERING)

Well, that's interesting
enough, Mr. Trickle,

but it's just
not my specialty.

(GIGGLING)

She's the real thing?

Well, I wouldn't
play no joke on you
in a situation like this.

Sorry, Cole,
I'm trying not to smile.

All right, get out.

COLE: Get out.
Get out of here.

BUCK: Get some rest, man.

I am not well.

I can walk, God damn it.

Not as long
as you're in this
hospital you can't.

I don't want to be
next to this clown.

You mind picking up
the pace a little?

Hey, man, if you want drugs,
you have to see the nurse.
Okay?

WOMAN: Uh...

NURSE: Wait!

(GRUNTS)

Get out of the way.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Right this way.

CLAIRE:
So, neither Mr. Burns,
nor in this case, Mr. Trickle

present any significant
intracranial injury.

Now hold it, Doc.
Let's have that
one in English.

Did they mess up
their squash or not?

Their brains are intact.

As much as
they were before
the accident anyway.

MAN:
You're willing to give
them clearance

to get back
on a racetrack?

Well, that's obviously
a dangerous way
to spend your time.

MAN:
That's a philosophical
objection, Doc,

and I'm looking
for a medical one.

I'm not inclined to
give them clearance
at this time.

That's total horseshit.

Gentlemen, please.

I think they're saying
they would like
another opinion.

We would like to
talk to your boss.

You're welcome to,
of course, but Dr. Wilhaire
and I have consulted

and we're of
the same opinion.

Which is a re-evaluation
in a week or two.

Thank you, Doc.

Now, we have a little
something we have to say
to the boys here

and I don't think
you necessarily
need to hear it.

MAN: Okay,
Big John's turn.

If you wanna
turn yourselves
into a greasy spot

on a country road somewhere,
go right ahead.

I don't give a shit
and I don't think
anybody else does,

regardless of what
they say to your face.

But you two monkeys
are not going to do it
on my racetrack.

Have you all heard
of Japanese inspection?

BIG JOHN:
Japanese inspection.

You see, when the Japs
get in a load of lettuce

that they're not sure
they want to let
in the country,

why, they just let it
sit on the docks

until they get good
and ready to look at it.

By then of course,
it's all gone rotten.

Ain't nothing
left to inspect.

In other words,
lettuce is a perishable item

like you two monkeys.

You trade paint
one more time,
you so much as touch,

I'm gonna black-flag
the two of you.

Gonna take apart
your racecar for 300 laps.

Then if you pass
the inspection,

and you put your
car back together,

I might let you
get back in the race.

Now, just to show us
there's no hard feelings,

we're all gonna go out
to dinner together.

I've got other plans.

Yeah, and so do I.

Well, you're gonna
have to change them.

And not only that,
you two are gonna drive
to dinner together.

Dr. Lewicki.

I want to apologize
for what happened with Cole

when you come into
the hospital room.

Mr. Hogge, please,
it's nothing
to worry about.

And in any case
it was hardly your doing.

Well, that's just it,
I believe it was.

You see, not too long ago
after he won Darlington,

we played a trick on Cole.

We dressed up a pretty girl
in a highway-patrol uniform.

Anyway, we told her
to get real ornery
with him and she did.

By ornery, you mean...

I mean, real ornery.

Why would you want me
to know about this?

I don't want you to hold
a bad opinion of Cole.

I believe it scares him.

He needs reassurance
from you that he's okay.

After all,
you're his doctor.

That's it.

Doc.

I heard
you thought I was
a highway-patrol officer.

I also want to thank you
for taking care of me.

It's my job.

It's my life.

Well, this time
let's shake hands.

Of course. Of course.

Good luck, Cole.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh...

Dr. Lewicki,
could I see you?

Oh, you will, I promise.

No, I mean,

have some dinner,
go catch a movie.
I'll take you to a race.

That's very sweet,
really,

but it won't get you back
on the track any faster.

No, it's not what I meant.

You got me here, now what?

Here's how I see this deal.

Since you agree I ain't
gonna let you drive
this car to dinner

and I agree you ain't
gonna let me drive
this car to dinner,

there's only one
way to settle this.

What are you talking about?

Absolutely.

(ENGINES REVVING)

Let me tell you
something, Tim.

If you can't control
your race drivers
any better than this,

you might consider
sticking to something
you can control.

Like used cars in
downtown Charlotte.

(HORN BLARING)

(WHISTLES)

Too close to call?

Yeah.

You're late.

We had car trouble.

What kind of car trouble?

I believe
it was the radiator.
Wasn't it, Cole?

Yes, Rowdy,
I believe it was.

Tim, do you know anybody
at Daytona Memorial?

The chief of staff. Why?

Is he a race fan?

TIM:
He was born
in the South.

Tim wanted you
to meet Russ Wheeler.

He's gonna be driving
for us till you get
your medical clearance.

It's a real pleasure
to race your car,
Mr. Trickle.

Yeah,
thanks for helping out.

Yeah, Tim, I need
a home address
of a doctor...

I'm only sorry I won't
be able to drive it nearly
as good as you though.

I'll see you later, Harry.

Yeah, the doctor that...

That...

What?

(LOCK BEEPS)

I was desperate
to get your attention.

Well, you got it.
I walked into a jungle.

No, it's nicely extravagant,
but really, I can't.
I'm a doctor on call.

And I'm a patient.
Somebody has to
re-examine me.

I need clearance.

Come up here and do that.
I'll take you to a race.

Come on, I don't want
to watch you guys

going round and
round in circles,

chasing each other
like a pack of dogs
on my day off.

Then how about
chasing me
on your day off?

I don't have a day off.
I'm on call 24 hours.

Okay, Doctor,
let's suppose you had
a couple of days off...

Sugar. Sugar.

...with nothing
else to do.

Could I interest you
in the North Carolina
countryside?

Speaking theoretically?

Speaking theoretically.

Maybe.
But you'd have to
convince my boss.

Good. Good.
How tall are you?

(LAUGHS)

What did he say?

"Doctor, fly to Charlotte
and check those boys out."

Boy, you're very quick.

You ought
to see me drive.

Rowdy's not here.

Well, I told him to
meet us at the infield
by 5:00.

Well, we should
probably get started
on Cole.

Close your eyes.
Palms up.

Open your eyes.
Arms down.

Follow my finger.

Stand with your
feet together and
close your eyes.

Walk one foot in
front of the other.

Open your eyes.

And back on the table.

(CLEARS THROAT)

This is tough.

Examinations always are.

Why's that?

Because I'm looking
you over and I might
not like what I see.

That has to worry you.

Pick a spot
on the wall
and look at it.

Please, don't move.
I didn't move.

Your eyes.

Just focus on one spot.

What do you see?

The retina.

What does it look like?

Very pretty, actually.

Seen enough?

Just about.

(GRUNTS)

What did you do that for?

It's the Babinski sign.

If the toe goes up,
you're in trouble.

You're fine.
Put on your clothes.
You're cleared to race.

I'm sorry,
it just drove me
nuts in there.

How could you
ignore me like that?

I wasn't ignoring you!

I wasn't ignoring you.
I gave you a very
thorough physical.

You're not gonna do
anything weird on my leg,
are you, Cole?

No.

It's just something
Harry and I work
on together.

It's called drafting.

One car tucks in
behind another.

Two cars can go
faster than one.

They divide
the air resistance
between them.

Now, here's where
it gets interesting.

The lead car
has to floor it to hit
200 miles an hour.

But the car that's
stuck behind doesn't.

He can go just
as fast and still
have power in reserve.

So, when these two cars
come off that last turn,

the car that's in back
can move out of the draft,

and slingshot
past the lead car,
beat it to the finish line.

And he goes straight
to Victory Lane.

You and Harry
work on that, huh?

More or less.

Yeah, right.

Is there anything
you want to do
besides racing?

Anything you say.

Cole, there must
be something else

that you want to do
in life, eventually.

I can tell you what
I don't want to be
in life, that's a fraud.

I want to know
it's not just dumb luck

that gets me around
that racetrack.

But that's not the question
you're really asking.

What's the question
I'm really asking?

"How can I be in
bed with this guy?"

I know the answer
to that one.

Maybe, but you're
still asking it.

"How could I,
a brilliant brain doctor,

"be in bed with
a guy who drives
a car for a living?"

What's your response
to that, by the way?

Do something to make me
respect you. Do it.

Tell me what you love
so much about racing.

The speed.

To be able to control it.

To know that I can
control something
that's out of control.

I'd really have
to show you.

Show me.

It's funny
about this place.

When I grew up,
I hated farming.

All I wanted to do
was work on racecars.
Got to racing.

Now all I want to do
is to make enough money
to work on a farm.

Hi, Claire, I'm Jennie.
Nice to meet you.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Hi, Cole.
Hey, Jennie.

Just beyond the top
of that knoll,

we're going to build
our permanent home.

Costs much
to build up there?

About $10 million.

Oh, Rowdy.

Jennie's gonna
do the building.

She's designing the house.

We just want a place
that nobody's ever
lived in but us.

Isn't that right, honey?

Rowdy, what is it?

I think
I'm getting seasick.

Seasick?
You've never been
seasick a day in your life.

You didn't forget
about the physical,
did you?

Nobody in my family
goes to a doctor
unless they're dying.

Just 'cause you ain't
feeling good, shit.

Stand with
your feet together.

Put your arms out.

Close your eyes.

Ooh...

(GRUNTS)

CLAIRE: Take it easy.
Take it easy.

ROWDY:
I'm fine. I'm fine.

CLAIRE:
Yeah, I've got you.

ROWDY:
I'm fine.

All right.
I'm fine.

(GASPING)

We've got to get
you back to Daytona.

Bill Wilhaire,
the head of neurosurgery,
is my boss.

He's as good
as they come.

Did you get
sick in there?

No.

He did, he got sick.
Rowdy.

ROWDY: You're one
hell of a candy-ass.

I faint and you throw up.

Rowdy, it's imperative
that you get back
to Daytona Memorial

and see Dr. Wilhaire.

The report on the birth
of another new
Winston Cup team.

Behind me, the bright orange
and blue colors of Hardee's

adorn this Chevrolet.
Who's the driver?
Well, to no one's surprise,

it's Russ Wheeler,
the young man who
subbed so superbly

just weeks ago
for the injured
Cole Trickle.

Listen to this horseshit.

Now joined by car owner,
Tim Daland.

Now, Tim,
my question now is,

you've got two
competitive spirits here,

and will these
competitive spirits
cause you a conflict?

Well, of course,
Jerry, we believe
that we can maintain

the integrity and
the independence of
these two race teams,

otherwise,
we wouldn't be doing it.

Who will you be rooting
for come Sunday, Tim?

RUSS:
Well, I tell you,
Jerry, I'll even wave
to him every time I lap him.

(ENGINES ROARING)

These new tires are terrible.
You should have put on scuffs.

You're doing good, Cole.

I'm too loose.

(GASPING)

The car just
feels all wrong.

What's wrong?
Cole's upset.

What about?
About being
in that racecar.

Wheeler just passed
the eighth car.

He's coming up
on your inside.

Ah! Jesus!

What happened?

The engine blew.

How?

I'm not a mechanic, Harry.

Claire,
I'm in Georgia today.

Rowdy's in North Carolina.

Well, somebody better
talk him into coming
down here.

Claire, we've got
a trauma in the ER.

He's almost
certainly hemorrhaging.
The longer he ignores it,

the more damage
is gonna be done
to his brain.

He's your friend, Cole.

Where's Cole?

He's on the phone.

He could use
a little privacy.

What's wrong with him?

I'll tell you what's
wrong in this deal,
it's you, Tim.

You're a victim
of your own
goddamn creation.

Two race teams!
That's one too many
roosters in the hen house.

It doesn't seem
to bother Russ Wheeler.

Oh, no, no, no.
Ever since that
Daytona crash,

Cole's been called
a troublemaker.

Wheeler figures he can bump
and bam Cole all he wants.

I don't see Russ
doing anything like that,

NASCAR doesn't see Russ
doing anything like that.

I guess it ain't
happening then,

under the watchful eyes
of experts like you
and NASCAR.

I tell you
what is happening.

Cole's not running good,
he's not looking good,

and now he's got
sponsor trouble.

But you don't,
is that it?

As far as that goes,
no, I don't.

But I want to keep
the sponsor and Cole.

He's the one that really
made this happen for us

and I haven't
forgotten that, Harry.

Right. Right.

You on the phone
with the doc?

Fighting?

She's too busy
to talk right now.

Here's your owner,
Tim Daland.

What do you think
about this young man, Tim?

TIM: I think Russ
ran a great race today.

I'm really,
really very pleased.

ANNOUNCER:
One hundred and
two laps complete,

but we're under caution here
at North Wilkesboro.

How come Cole
hasn't seen Rowdy yet?

Cole's no different
from any other driver.

What do you mean
he's no different?

Well, I mean,
of course Cole doesn't
want to see Rowdy.

Drivers can't stand
to be reminded

of what can happen
to them in a racecar.

They don't go to hospitals,
they don't go to funerals.

You get a driver
to a funeral before
he's actually dead,

you made history, Doc.

He's blocking me.

That's right.

Move the son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

ANNOUNCER:
Trickle moving
to the bottom of the track

with both right-side
tires flat.

Russ Wheeler takes
the chequered flag...

Yeah!

(ALL CHEERING)

Russ Wheeler
don't deserve
to win, Tim.

If NASCAR won't
call it lowdown,

shit-assed racing,
you better.

It's just racing,
Harry.
Oh, yeah?

Cole overreacted. Yeah.
Oh, yeah?

Change my tires.

I don't know what for,
Cole. It's over.

Change my tires.

(SCREAMS)

ANNOUNCER:
Oh-oh.
There seems to be
a little post-race activity

just outside the pit lane.

You shit!

He's destroyed both my cars.
He's destroyed both my cars!

He's fired! You're fired!

You're all fired.
You hear me?

Are you going
to get your bags,
head off to Daytona?

Where are you going
from here?

I'll take you
to the airport,
drop off the rental car,

catch a flight
to Charlotte.

You want me
to come with you?

You don't have to go
back to the hospital?

We could also try
to see Rowdy.

(HORN HONKS)

Oh, yeah.

Is there anything
wrong with that?

Of course not.

I guess I just
forgot about that.

Yeah, I know.

Cole!

Let me out
of the car, Cole.

Let me out of the car, Cole.
Let me out of the car.

Let me out of the car!

Let me out
or I'm getting out.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Claire! Wait.
Just wait.

Get away or I'll
call the police.
You'll what?

You heard me.

Okay, call the police.

But I'm not leaving
until you talk.

I've got nothing to say.
Well, I do!

Okay, great.
Let's hear it.

That's it? Fine.

Just...

You shouldn't be
driving a car anyway.

Not on a road,
not on a racetrack,

and not in a parking lot.

You're selfish,
you're crazy
and you're scared.

I'm not scared.
You are scared
to death.

You and Rowdy,
you have the same sickness.
It's called denial.

And it's probably
going to kill you both.

You want to control
something that's
out of control,

that's what you
said to me, wasn't it?

I'm going to let you
in on a little secret

that almost everybody
else in this world
automatically knows.

Control is an illusion,
you infantile egomaniac.

Nobody knows what's
gonna happen next.

Not on a freeway,
not in an airplane,
not inside our own bodies,

and certainly
not on a racetrack

with 40 other
infantile egomaniacs.

Nobody knows and nobody
controls anything.

Now, you've gotten
a glimpse of that
and you're scared.

You might not have
the courage to race
anymore.

You may never
have had it.

God, I hate you for this,
you son of a bitch.

You make me
sound like a doctor.

Jennie.

(BABY CRYING)

Why are you here?

Where is he?

I hear
you're out of a job.

Yeah.

You're not
looking too good.

How many of these things
do you chew every day?

What did you come here for?

To take you
to the hospital.

If it had been anybody
but a damn woman doctor,

I'd have been back
on the track weeks ago.

Is that right?
Yeah, that's right.

Listen, man, I've raced
with my legs broke,
heart bruised,

eyes popping out of my head
like they're on springs.

This is going to go away
just like anything else.

As far as I'm concerned,
I'm going to live forever,

unless I go to some
damn hospital

where they take your
shoes off, and make
you shut your eyes,

and bang,
you're dead.

What did you win this for?

This one right here.
What did you win this for?

Doesn't it say?

Yeah,
it's the Winston Cup,
buddy.

Well, hell,
that's an easy one
to forget.

What's your name?
Or has that slipped
your mind, too?

Screw you, man.

Okay.

We can go down there
and fix your head or we
can fix it right here!

Now, what's it gonna be?

Rowdy would like
to see you.

How is he?
He's okay.

How are you?

Good.

Think he'll make Daytona?
It's not for a few months.

CLAIRE: I think
he'll make it out
of the hospital.

But he'll never
drive a racecar again.

CLAIRE: Cole,
this is Dr. Wilhaire.

He's going to be
doing the surgery.

Cole Trickle.
Cole.

So, how is he?

Well, the doc here
says I need minor
brain surgery.

Well, that's not
exactly how I put it.

Well, listen, Doc,
any surgery on his brain
is bound to be minor.

You all mind if I talk
to this guy a second?

Of course.

(DOOR CLOSES)

They say I got
a busted blood vessel
in my brain.

So, they want to drill
a hole in my head

and get rid of
the leaky blood.

You think I should
let them do it, Cole?

Yeah.

You'd let them
if it was you?

I would.

Okay, then I've got
to ask you to do
something for me.

Well, name it.

Drive my car.

What are you talking about?

Daytona.

No, Rowdy,
you have plenty of time
to get ready for Daytona.

You don't need me.

I lost my sponsor.
They put their money
on me, not the car.

Now, they ain't
too sure I'm going
to come out of this deal.

Are you?

I've got a lot of land
and a lot of plans
I ain't paid for.

So the only way to
get my sponsor back
is to make sure

my car runs good
at Daytona.

All that network
TV shit, you know.

Well, you don't need me.

There's plenty
of other drivers.
You don't need me.

Don't give me that
mealy-mouthed shit,
you son of a bitch.

I got to put
a driver in my car

that'll finish
in the top five,

before my sponsors
will pick up the tab
for the year.

Maybe after Daytona,
maybe I can drive.

Maybe it'll be
a different driver.

But in the meantime,
I want the best
for my family.

So don't you
bullshit me, Cole.

Is there some other reason
why I ain't good enough
for you to drive for?

Huh?

Then you'll do it?

Shit, man.
You had me going.

Now, let's get down
to business here.

What's your deal
with Daland?

Hell, we'll work
that out, okay?

Excuse me for a second.

Cole...
Cole, what's wrong?

Just tell Rowdy
I'll call him.

No, no, no, no, sir!

Can't use them.
Don't want them.

Couldn't afford
them if I did.

COLE: What the hell
are you talking about?

Racecar drivers.
I know all about you
and Rowdy Burns.

And I ain't setting up
that car for Daytona
or anywhere else, Cole.

Uh-uh.

But you're welcome
to come on in.

We'll bring out
the moonshine
and start telling lies

and calling up
the women.

But no talk
about racing.
Come on.

All right,
no talk about racing.

Come on, Buck,

I'll race your ass.

(LAUGHING)

I believe
I'm gonna take off.
Good night, Harry.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Why won't you
set up the car?

Ever since you and Rowdy
crashed at Daytona
and Rowdy got sick,

you've been waiting
for the other shoe to drop,

waiting on something
bad to happen to you.

Just like Buddy Bretherton.
He started hearing voices.

All kinds of them,
everywhere.

Atlanta, Richmond,
Wilkesboro.

And all of them
only had but
one thing to say,

"Get out of that racecar.
Get out..." (VOCALIZES)

(CHUCKLES)

You pegged the engine
in Atlanta,

redlined the son of a bitch
and blew it sky-high.

Done it deliberate.
Done it deliberate.

9,400 rpms according
to the little telltale button.

You was worried if you
didn't get out of that car
right quick, you'd die.

Now call me a liar.

You're not lying.

All right. What the hell
are we talking about then?

Racing Rowdy's car
at Daytona.

I can't do it without you.

You can't do it period.

And I ain't going
back there, Cole.

COLE: Buddy didn't
really die of a heart
attack, did he?

Buddy didn't really
die of a heart attack,
did he?

No, he didn't,
but you don't wanna
hear about it.

(EXHALES)

NASCAR privately
claimed the setup

on the car is
what killed Buddy.

You used thin-walled tubing
to keep the weight down.

The exhaust fumes
broke through
the fire wall

and carbon monoxide
knocked Buddy out.

Horseshit!
When Buddy hit the wall
at the third turn,

he was jabbering
on the radio about
as fast as he was driving.

Carbon monoxide,
my ass.

That was
the loudest-talking
unconscious man

you ever heard
in your life.

Nothing killed Buddy
but his imagination.

Why didn't you let
them investigate,
Harry? Why? Why?

'Cause I should have
known better than to let
him drive in the first place.

You see, Buddy...

Buddy was a terrible
pain in the ass.
He really was.

He thought
he knew about cars,

which made him twice
as ignorant as you.

But still...

I look at guys
like Buddy...

I've seen him do
things in my racecar

that's absolutely
unbelievable.

That really showed me
what I had done.

And then you see,

you're gonna
automatically have to
sort of love that guy.

Whether you
want to or not.

Buddy Bretherton.

I have to ask you
something, Harry.

Now, before Buddy
hit the wall,

how was he actually
doing in that race?

You ornery, no good...

COLE: Hey, hey, hey...

You set up that car.
You set up the car.

If you get back in
that car, you'll die.
You'll die. You hear?

I'm not getting
back in my car,
I'm getting in Rowdy's.

Well, I see how
you're dumb enough
to be a race driver.

You think you'll hide
from your bad luck
in his car?

What the hell for?
For Rowdy?

If he could run tomorrow,

he'd crash you
to win the race!

He's mean.

He's no particular
friend, so why?

Because he asked me to.

Horseshit!
You just wanna race again.

Yeah.
And so do you.

Well, you're scared.

You're scared.

Yeah, and so are you.

Yeah.

What?

I need this, Harry.

I don't have anything else.

You've given me a life.

God damn it,
I don't want to lose it.

Just put me
in that racecar.

Let me be the one
to show you what
you've done.

Just trust me.

Let me drive, Harry.

I won't make
a fool out of you.

I honestly just wouldn't
know how this deal's
going to turn out, Cole.

You know.

Neither do I, Harry.

HARRY: I'm setting
up for cool weather.

But if that sun breaks
after you're on the track,

you're liable to run
real loose real quick.

I don't wanna
worry you enough,

but Cole's not
ready for that.

He's changed.
See, he's changed.

You cannot get out
of control and expect him
to bring you right back.

He's liable to hurt you,
you're liable to hurt him.

I couldn't handle that. So...

You've got to take care
of him. All right?

You've got
to take care of him.

This is not the kind of answer
I'm looking for from you.

Daytona
is a tough racetrack.

And I'm sure,
myself and everybody,

we're going to keep
an eye on Cole to see

if he's there, you know,
all his reflexes
and everything.

He's plenty capable
of running that racecar good

and I don't think
he has any kind of effects

from the accident
that would be a factor
in the way he performs.

I'm glad he's well
enough to come back

and I hope I beat
him at the same time.

You know,
a lot of guys
don't like him.

And it's just the situation
where the guy's got
a lot of talent.

He's wide open,
he doesn't think
about anything else,

he just wants to win.
I like that.

Since the crash,
he's been a danger to
himself and to other drivers.

But if he comes near me,
I'm going to put him
in the wall.

Simple as that.

I don't expect I'll see
too much of him.

Except in my rearview mirror.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Harry said you wouldn't
mind if I stopped by.

How's Rowdy?

He's getting
better every day.

Especially since
you told him how much
you were looking forward

to getting in his racecar.

So I lied.

What are you thinking?

Just how much
I'd like to know
what you're thinking.

I guess
everybody's the same.

You've got to be
good at your job
before you can enjoy

the rest of your life.

This is my job.

It's all I know.

You know I can't
watch you do this.

Claire.

I'm more afraid
of being nothing
than I am of being hurt.

Walk me out?

ANNOUNCER:
We welcome you
to the Daytona 500,

the Super Bowl of
motor racing events.

Certainly among the favorites
for today's race

has to be Russ Wheeler
driving the number 18
Hardee's sponsored car.

He has certainly
given race fans
something to talk about

after winning the pole
for today's event.

But don't count out
Cole Trickle,

who is returning to Daytona
for the first time

since his near-fatal
accident here last July.

Told me you guys
didn't have a sponsor.

Well, they gave us
just about enough money

to put their name
on the car.

Tim.
Cole.

Why is the hood up?
What's wrong with the car?

Take it easy.
We had to change engines.

We forgot to tighten
the oil line.

Why did you have
to change engines?

Found some metal
in the oil filter.

Where did you
get the engine?

Well, we stole it.

Claire,
put the boy in his car,

tell him to get out
on the track

before he starts
sweating, all right.

So, you're going
to get in your car
and take off?

Drive carefully.

ANNOUNCER:
Gentlemen, start your engines.

(ENGINES ROARING)

We are underway.
The Daytona 500 is on.

We are 56 laps into
this 200-lap event

and Russ Wheeler
is in the lead.

47:01 Lead is 45:90.
You're running last.

What's going on, Cole?

Are you all right?

ANNOUNCER:
Just past the halfway mark
and Wheeler still leads.

There's a crash
at turn three,

and some oil
at the bottom
of the track.

The lead is just taken.

HARRY:
Cars are sliding down
from the top of the track,

so watch yourself.

You'd better go high, Cole.
Pick a line you can
drive through.

Cole, are you all right?
Answer me, please.

Go around those wrecks.
You can drive through it.

I know it.
I know it in my heart.

(WHOOPS)

I'm through it, Harry!

I'm out of here.

CREW CHIEF:
Cole's moved up to ninth.
He's coming on strong.

ANNOUNCER:
Russ Wheeler
in car number 18 continues
to lead the way,

but the man on the move
is Cole Trickle.

I'm gonna make a hole
to get through here.

Here we go.

Wheeler knocked me into Ganz.
Ganz spun out.

He's going high.

God damn it!

ANNOUNCER:
And on the high side
of the track,

Trickle takes the lead.

Go, Cole!

This is it,
this is what it's all about.

ANNOUNCER:
With just 23 laps to go,
Cole Trickle is leading.

CREW CHIEF:
Take him now, Russ.

He's all mine.

The accelerator
is stuck, Harry.

It's stuck,
it's on the floorboard.

I can't slow down.

Step on the clutch and let
the son of a bitch blow it.
It's over, Cole.

Son of a...

(LAUGHS)

Cole, you okay?

COLE:
The good news is
the accelerator is fixed,

the bad news is
the transmission is screwed.

I'm coming in.

Are they out
of the race, yet?

They will be in
about 45 seconds.

That's the pace car.

Get me out in
front of the pace car
or the race is over for us!

The linkage is all twisted.

Just give him
the high gear.

Get me out there.

I got it.

Pace car's on its way.

Let's go.

Come on, man, come on.

Go! Go! Go!

Get out there
and help them!
Go! Go! Go!

All right, all right,
we made it. Good work.

I owe you one.
Oh, yeah!

Hey, you can't do that.
That's not your car.

It's my engine in that car,
I gave him that engine,

and that's what
my boys are pushing.

HARRY:
Cole, you better
be at max speed when
the green flag drops.

ANNOUNCER:
The pace car
pulls off the track.

The green flag is out
and racing resumes.

HARRY:
Wheeler broke away,
he's still in the lead.

Where am I?
Running ninth.

How many laps to go?

Eight.

What's the interval
between me and Wheeler?

CREW CHIEF:
Trickle's fifth and
moving up fast, Russ.

Remember me?

I'm going to draft Wheeler,
make him pull me
around the track.

The son of a bitch
is on my ass.

He's going to take
me on the outside.

I'm going to put
him in the wall.

What's going on, Cole?

I'm just setting
him up, Harry.

ANNOUNCER:
There's the white flag.
One lap to go.

HARRY:
Last lap, Cole.

Don't keep this up,
Cole, please.

Harry,
this guy's going down.

Last turn, be careful.
He's going to try and
slingshot past you, Russ.

Don't worry, I know Cole.
He always goes to the outside.

This one's for you, Harry.

He's going high.

He's going low!

Son of a bitch!

ANNOUNCER:
Here come the cars
to the finish line,

it's Cole Trickle
taking the win.

All right! All right!

(ALL CHEERING)

I thought you
weren't gonna watch.

I lied.

Where's Harry?

CLAIRE: I don't know.

Harry.

Harry,
say something,
will you?

I really can't.
I can't.

You didn't know how
this one was going
to turn out, did you?

It's like you said.

There's nothing
you can't do
in a racecar.

We won. We won.

I know. Yeah.

Now, can you walk,
or am I going to
have to carry you?

Where to?

Victory Lane.

Yeah.

Walk? Hell,

I'll race your ass.