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ANNOUNCER:
Qualifying heat one has ended.

WOMAN:
Jimmy, Jimmy, over here,
over here!

Will the next drivers
in heat two

please start their engines?

MAN:
Look at the pole, Jimmy.

Green flag, green flag.

This is Jimmy.

I'm coming to the pits.

Get ready for a fast one.

Come on! You're going
to cost me the pole!

Go, go, go!

Jimmy's dead-sticked.

Let's go get him, guys.

( screaming )

Grand Prix Miami.

What do we got?

Chris Petrie, 26 years old.

Fuel man
on American Spirit pit crew.

Died during qualifying run.

Okay. How is that unusual?

Crew chief said
it was a regular pit stop--

by the book.

Okay, so let's process
the pit and the car.

What do you know
about the driver?

Jimmy Hutton.

He's missing in action.

Blew the qualifying,
then blew out of here.

No one seems to know
where he is.

Well, that's not
by the book, is it?

There was fire in the pit, Alex.

Burns extend

into the subcutaneous
tissue--

third degree.

This boy got cooked.

And it also means
he burned for a while.

Not surprising.

Hot engine, thousands
of gallons of gasoline.

What is more surprising
is they use methanol

which is safer than gas

and has a higher flashpoint,
doesn't it?

Wasn't any safer for you,
was it, sweetheart?

How did this happen?

More importantly,
why did this happen?

Methanol can be put out
with water.

This water hose
should have worked.

What time did you pronounce?

Officially,
we haven't.

You the paramedic?

John Leary, Miami track doctor.

Pronounce at the hospital.

I've got an ambulance
standing by.

Doctor, this man's already dead.

Still, he's going
to the hospital.

That's the way
it's always been done.

So you can say

there's never been a death
at a track.

Bet that makes you look good.

It's not about me.

It should be about him.

LEARY:
Is there a problem?

Something seems to be
obstructing this.

Track's a dangerous place.

Equipment breaks down,
people make mistakes.

I think we will both agree,
Doctor,

that this doesn't belong here,
does it?

Like I said, accidents happen.

That's quite true.

But so, so does murder.

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How are we doing?

Hundred ways to
die in the pit.

True, Eric,
but only one of them

killed our guy.

So, Speed,
the fire hose, please.

Take a look at it.

Caliph,
the autopsy.

I'll process the vic
and his clothing.

Thank you. And Eric,
the car and our missing driver.

Let's look into that.

Okay, I'm on it.

Excuse me.
Yes, ma'am?

Are you in charge here?

Well, I'm in charge
of the investigation.

You are?

Haley Wilson.

I own Team
American Spirit.

So, our victim is your employee.

Chris, yes.

He was like family to me.

How soon do you think
you can clear this up?

I need the pit
for practice.

You see, the problem
with the pit, ma'am,

is that it's now a crime scene.

Do you think we could talk
away from here?

Sure.

Calleigh, when you're done
admiring the wax job,

we've got a car
to process.

Just savoring the moment.

I know what you mean.

These jam cars are
the most sophisticated
vehicles you'll see

besides the space shuttle.

I didn't know
you were a race fan.

Oh, I'm not.

I like a car just for itself,

not for how fast it goes
compared to other cars.

Are you kidding me?

Racing is one of the
only pure sports left.

The fastest guy
around the track wins.

No if, ands or buts.

With the exception
of Jimmy Hutton.

He hardly ever wins,
but he's very cute.

He's also missing in action.

Really?

What I don't understand is,

I mean,
if the guy burns up in the pit

nobody's around to see it?

It's the methanol.

Yeah, it burns clear.

It's invisible flame.

Well, we have two parts
of the fire triangle--

fuel and oxygen.

So, that leaves
the heat source.

So, who do you think
provided the spark?

Anyone in the pit crew.

Got six guys, ten seconds.

The jack man plugs in
the air hose,

jacks a spark
against the pavement.

Got the tire changer,

he swaps the rubber,
exposes the hot brake pad.

The fuel man, our victim,

locks in the fuel nozzle.

If he doesn't ground
the line,

it can cause
a static discharge.

A hundred ways
to die in the pit.

You see the logos
on the drivers,

the cars
and the stands?

The sponsors
run this show.

They decide who plays
and who sits on the sidelines.

Mrs. Wilson...

Ms. I haven't had
a top five finish all season.

I need a win tomorrow,
which means I need my pit now.

I understand.

I am looking to talk to
your driver Jimmy Hutton.

I don't know where he is.

I find that hard
to believe.

He's not right;
he's emotional.

The last thing he needs
is an interrogation

the day before a race.

Yeah, I don't think
you understand.

There's not going
to be a race

if I don't figure out
what happened here.

Look, my driver
just blew

a quarter-of-a-
million-dollar engine.

I think we
will both agree

it's very difficult
to do these

with the best engines
in the world, right?

Exactly,
and it's even harder

to put a new one in
by tomorrow,

so, if I knew
where he was,

you'd hear me screaming
from there right now.

All right,
here's the deal.

Continue preparing
for the race,

but do not in any
way prevent my team

from doing their
job, understood?

Done.
Good.

Will I see you
at the memorial?

The what?

The memorial for
Chris, your fuel man.

Chris, right.

Yes, he's family,
remember?

WOODS:
Burns are confined
to the facial maxillary.

Distal extremities of the arms.

Hands went first.

Then he put them
to his face--

wicked up
like a candle.

A human torch.

Thought those fire suits
were supposed to protect them.

They are.

Fire-resistant material
is guaranteed for 12 seconds

at 1,300 degrees Fahrenheit.

It's a triple redundancy,

and I know that he was wearing
his safety gloves.

Okay.

Then how do you explain this?

I'm seeing particulate matter
melted into the skin.

Well, that
shouldn't have happened.

The fabric carbonizes
when it's heated up,

but the heat's supposed to stay
on the outside of the glove.

Sounds like an accelerant
was involved.

It would have to be
an accelerant

that would burn hot enough

to go through
fire-resistant material.

Got one in mind?

I don't,
but the Mass Spec might.

ANNOUNCER:
Next up, seven qualifying laps

for tomorrow's race.

It's like I told the detective.

Pit stop
went just like clockwork--

in and out, nine point eight.

I just, uh, I still
can't believe what
happened to that kid.

Hey, I'm the one
who hired him

six months ago,
straight out of MIT.

So, your fuel man
was an engineer?

You bet.

I mean,
most of these boys here

got advanced degrees--

mechanical engineering,
aerodynamics.

You know, it's all about, uh,
it's all about squeezing--

squeezing that extra bit of
performance out of the car.

These guys don't
look too broken up

about what happened
this morning.

Well, you don't train,
you lose your edge.

I mean, a tenth of a second
in the pit

costs you three places
in the race.

Anyhow, look, this is, uh...
this is, this is Chris.

I mean... it's what he wanted.

It looks like he wasn't
the only one.

"Win at all costs."

It cost him his life.

Look, that's not my idea.

That's just
the boss.

I mean, she's, uh...
you know, she's a hard-ass.

She comes around
here with those
speeches of, uh,

teamwork, rah-rah-rah.

But, uh, what I got to ask

is where is she
when a kid dies, you know?

It sounds like
you got a morale problem.

No, what I got is a blown engine

and 24 hours to get the new one
ready for race day,

so, uh,
I'm out of here, all right?

Joey?

I got your call.

What was so important?

Well, there's a
22-millimeter socket
missing from this.

That's the same size as the one
H. found in that fire hose.

Whose toolbox is this?

Chris Petrie...
our victim.

Look, I'll print the workbench
and the toolbox.

You'll probably find
most of the crew's
prints on that.

Well, while you're at it,
you might want to figure out

where that came from.

Looks like a heel print.

But supplemented.

Nah, that's a racing boot.

They have extra insulation
in the heel

to keep the feet
from burning up.

We're looking at somebody
on the race team.

No, not "somebody"--
there's only one person

on any team that
where's that shoe.

It's the driver.

Alexx...

Not now.

Jimmy Hutton.

Whoo.

You do realize that
he's won the least amount
of races on the circuit.

Didn't know.

And don't care.

( laughs )

Does your husband know
about this?

We have
a "look, don't touch" rule.

He's taller than I expected.

Maybe guiltier, too.

What?

Radio car just stopped him
doing 120

heading out of state.

Jimmy?

Yeah.
Oh, no, no, no. No.

Not-not Jimmy.

Yes.

So, Jimmy...

a member of your pit crew dies

and you go on a joyride.

I went for a drive;
that's what I do.

Look, I've been into the wall
180 miles an hour.

I've broken more bones
in my body than I can count.

But fire...
it's worse than any crash.

It's bad luck.

Seems like you've had
a lot of bad luck lately.

Arrest for assault,
drunk and disorderly

in half a dozen cities.

Yes, and two weeks ago,

you attacked your fuel man
Chris Petrie, didn't you?

The guy was a loser.

Well, now...

he's a dead loser.

Better him than me.

You know, he cost me
three-tenths of second in
Denver.

That's a 150 grand
of my contingency money.

Three-tenths of second.

You are a humanitarian.

Look, I didn't want him dead,
just off the team.

You got your wish.

I need your racing shoes.

No way.

I have a warrant.

Look, you wouldn't take
Michael Jordan's

lucky shorts
the day before a game.

I would if they were evidence.

You can't do this.

I have race a tomorrow.

Jimmy, there is
a distinct possibility

that you don't.

I want the shoes.

( indistinct voices )

We got a problem.

What's that?

Jimmy's racing boot...
it doesn't match the print

we found inside
the team's truck.

Are you sure?

Yeah. The print's a size nine.
Jimmy's a ten and a half.

Somebody else was in front
of Chris Petrie's locker.

So we've got 20 teams,
20 drivers,

and now 19 suspects.

Maybe not.

I ran a trace
on the print matrix.

Hydrocarbons
with detergent additives.

Motor oil.

20-50,
super-high viscosity.

I'll see if it leads us
to any brand names.

So...

what do we do about him?

We cut him loose for now.

Hey. How's it coming
with the samples?

I've got everything our
human torch might've touched.

Hose, rags, floor mats.

I'm putting them in these
paint cans.

That's good.
That will contain any vapors

until we process
our mystery accelerant.

Only one problem: I haven't been
able to get any control samples.

Really? Did you check
with the other pits?

'Cause I would think that
they would have clean samples.

I've been asking all morning,

but, uh, no one's been jumping
up to volunteer.

Well, maybe you just haven't
been asking the right way.

Excuse me.

I was wondering
if you all could
give me a hand.

Anything you want.

If you let me
show you my car.

I'd like that.

Thanks again for letting us
use your equipment.

Anything to help find out
who killed their fuel man.

Tell me. Do they plan
to race tomorrow,

Team American Spirit?

I'm really not privy to
that kind of information.

I see.

It would narrow the
field for your team,

though, wouldn't it?

One less team.

Your Detective Salas
already asked me

if I am part
of this attack.

If that's what you're thinking.

I... I will have
to take you out sometime.

Excuse me?

On the track,
for a ride in my car.

Oh, I didn't know that you could
do something like that.

Isn't that against the rules?

Rules...

Rules are only good for running
at the back of the grid,

just like our
good friend Paolo here.

Now if you ever want to ride
a real champion...

I'm Ernest.

Pay no attention to Ernest.

He-He's always
trying to pass me.

Well, I do it every Sunday
on the track. Why not now?

( laughing )

I'm sorry about that.

No, not that sorry.

I mean, it's a
competition, right?

It's okay if you
break the rules.

Rules can be bent
without being broken.

That's how you win races.

That's interesting.

Oil print from the boot.

Pretty high-end stuff.

Brand name is, uh,
"Slick Defense."

How many teams use this?

Just one:

Team Jeunet.

Hmm. Like the champagne.

Okay. I want to talk
to their drivers.

Okay, I'll have
Yelina bring them in.

No need.
There will be a VIP party

at the Mandarin-Oriental
this afternoon

where they will be,
and so will I.

I think you have an admirer.

Duty calls.

Lieutenant Caine.

Still on the clock?

Always.

I hope you didn't come all
this way just to talk to me.

Well, you're worth
the drive.

Can I get you a drink?

Some Jeunet champagne.

Mmm, no, thank you.

I know how you feel--
it gives me a headache.

Mm.

But they are the hosts.

And from what I understand,
the largest sponsors in racing.

So are you upgrading?

I will take that as a yes.

How does your current sponsor
feel about that?

My sponsors?

They're not savvy enough to know
that they're second-tier,

let alone that I'm leaving.

And you know,
it's not a done deal,

and it certainly won't be
if you keep coming around.

MAN:
Hayley.

Hello.

Who's your new friend?

Charles Jeunet, Lieutenant
Horatio Caine, Miami Crime Lab.

Hello, Lieutenant.
Welcome to the
House of Jeunet.

Charles, nice to meet
champ cars' biggest sponsor.

I hope you're not here
on business.

I'm actually here to talk
to your drivers.

Does this, uh, have
anything to do with
the fuel man

who died on Hayley's crew?

Well, I told the lieutenant

that it was an accident
covered by our policy.

I even suggested
that he take the day off.

I'm not sure how
the victim's family

would appreciate that.

You know what I mean?

Your drivers?

Just look for the most
beautiful women.

Why do you need
to see my shoes?

It's just to exclude you
from the investigation.

Or to include me.

No, in all honesty, Paolo,
we're asking all of the drivers.

Oh, my!

What size shoe do you wear?

In your country... treze.

I think size 13.

Is that good?

Well, it's a far cry
from our suspect.

Good.

That means we can still
take that ride together.

Oh, no. All joking aside,

Paolo, I can't socialize
with you. I'm on a case.

A case, it can't last forever.

Ernest Mansfield?

Yeah. Who's asking?

Miami-Dade Police.

You're too beautiful
to be cop.

Why don't you sit down
and let me get you drink?

I got a better idea, Ernest.

Why don't you tell me
what you were doing

in the American Spirit
Team truck

the day
that Chris Petrie died.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

What size shoe do you take,
my friend?

You look like
you're about a nine.

What are you?

A shoe salesman?

Shoo. You're boring me.

So you're interested
in a little excitement.

Okay, how about
you're under arrest?

Excited?

( sighs )

Sit him down, officer.

Thank you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

You sabotaged
a fire extinguisher

in the American Spirit pit.

It killed the fuel man.

What?

You knew if you murdered him,
you could damage the team.

Fuel men are a dime a dozen.

Glorified gas-pumpers.

Why on earth
would I kill one?

Well, here's a reason.

You and Jimmy's
first qualifying run.

Jimmy Hutton blew
his engine the day after
you were in his truck.

Did you sabotage it?

Perhaps Chris Petrie
saw you do it.

So you had to shut him up.

Yeah, I'd like to see you
prove any of that.

If we find the engine,
we might.

Good luck.

What does that mean?

Engines get taken out
after every qualifying session.

That engine's probably out
of the state by now.

Well, if you're lucky,

maybe you can buy it back
for scrap.

I feel lucky.

Eric, let's stop
all cargo trucks

that are leaving
the track.

Thank you.

DELKO:
This is Jimmy Hutton's engine.

HORATIO:
The one that blew yesterday.

DELKO:
Another half hour,
it would've been on the way

to California
for scrap and research.

HORATIO:
Now it's on its way
to our lab.

Eric, you got
the results?

Yeah, they're right there.

Wait a... wait a second.

Are these correct?

Yeah. The engine
was tampered with,

but it wasn't sabotaged.

So somebody actually made it

perform better.

Yeah, these engines

are legendary, H.,
but they'll blow, too,

if they rev too
high-- that's what
the pop-off valve's

supposed to regulate.
Yeah, but somebody rigged
this valve, didn't they?

My money is on Jimmy.

What about Ernest?
He snuck onto their truck.

No... we stay with Jimmy.

So that means we're back to
the same team we started with.

Team American Spirit.

This doesn't make sense.

Cheated to
win the race,

killed their
own fuel man?

Eric, we have a team
that is at war with itself.

MAN:
Prepare for the final
qualifying heat.

How did you get in here?

I can be very
persuasive

if I need to
be, Ms. Wilson.

Well, I'm not a fan
of drop-ins, Lieutenant.

I can take you
into custody instead

if that's what
you'd like.

Thanks for your discretion...

but I still
don't know anything

about the death
of my fuel man.

You don't know anything
about sweetening

the engine to make
the car go faster?

No, I don't.
Ms. Wilson,

you team is at
war with itself.

Now, which side
are you on?

The side that keeps us
in business.
You know what?

That's not an answer.

I got this team
in my divorce.

My husband got
the state of Utah.

Now, I didn't even know
where a gas tank was in a car,

and he thought
it would be a joke.

He was going to sit back
and laugh.

Well, he's not going to laugh
at me now, is he?

You call me, babe?

No, Jimmy.

Well... I...

Look, we were just finishing

a conversation when you, uh...

So I take it you're
staying with the team

even with the change
of sponsorship.

Stay? I am the team.

Jimmy...

did you rig the engine

to go faster
than CART rules allowed?

No.
No.

The engine blew on
its own, right, Jimmy?

Hey, I'm the hottest driver
in the world, man.

I don't cheat.

You don't believe me,
check the engine.

Sure you don't
want to save me
the trouble, son?

I don't break the rules...

I bend them.

Duly noted.

Jimmy...

...you missed a button.

So, let me get this
straight:

CART wants the cars to go fast,
but not too fast.

Right. Speeds were
getting out of control,

so CART installed
the pop-off valve.

A turbo cranks too high,
the valve releases,

slows the car way down.

I mean, how could anyone
mess with the valves?

This place is guarded

like Fort Knox.

Only way is to do it
before the race.

CART scrutineers hand out
pop-off valves...

What'd you say?

Scrutineers.

That's what CART calls
their tech inspectors.

Well, they might; you shouldn't.

The tech inspectors...
they hand out the pop-off valves

to the drivers
the night before the race.

Collect them
right after the checkered flag.

So Jimmy only had a few hours
to doctor the valve.

The engine heat would've
burned off most contact,

so no fingerprints.

That doesn't mean no evidence.

( music playing )

Hey, so?

Pop-off valve had petroleum
deposits, carbon residue,

and-- check that out--
superglue.

Well, you put superglue
in your valve

before the race,
going to lock up.

Yeah. Explains why
Jimmy's valve didn't pop off.

Gets better.
Over the course of the race,

the engine heat melts
most of the superglue away.

And that's why Jimmy's
passed inspection
with flying colors.

Yeah, I'm going
to let Horatio know

that our little golden boy
isn't so golden.

JIMMY:
I'm sick of people

thinking I'm just
some pretty face.

So you rigged the valve.

All the attention from
the fans, the sponsors...

I just... wanted to
earn it... just once.

Does Hayley know about this?

Hayley and I don't exactly do
a lot of talking

when we're together,
if you know what I mean.

I can guess.

Here's what we're going to do,
Jimmy.

We're going to keep this little
conversation between you and I.

You're not going to tell her
I'm cheating?

Not yet.
I'll let you know.

( phone beeps )

Speed, fuel man's gloves?

The only accelerant
was methanol,

but, uh, I did find trace
of potassium chlorate.

Okay, sporadic or uniform?

Uniform. It was like the gloves
were treated with the stuff.

Maybe they had been.

We'll follow it.

Find me, Speed.

Okay, so the gloves
were treated.

The question
is how'd they'd ignite?

Did you see this discoloration
on the fuel handle?

Yeah, we already saw that.

It's consistent with a burn
from an open flame.

But what about
the powder

on the nozzle-- I mean,
couldn't that be consistent

with a burn from sulfuric acid?

Yeah, but it still
doesn't tell us

how you start a fire
without a match...

unless you're thinking

exothermic reaction.

Well, the acid from the nozzle

meets the potassium chlorate
on the gloves, you get fire.

Which means Chris Petrie
turned into his own fuse.

Nasty burn.

Yeah, I was, uh,
working on the truck,

spilled battery acid.

Battery acid?
I don't think so.

I think

that is the coating
from the fuel nozzle that killed

Chris Petrie--
that's what I think.

Look, working with
dangerous chemicals--

that's part of my job.

I mean, hell, the asbestos
in-in my glove liners

could give you cancer,

but that's all right--
I'm old school.

I really don't care

what OSHA says...

and besides, uh,
half the stuff in
the pit'll kill you.

Yes, but one of them
shouldn't be your crew chief,
should it?

Are you accusing
me of murder?

With my reputation, murder?

I'll tell you what.

You get your State's
Attorney, you bring
him down here,

and you arrest me.

In due time, Ron.

In due time.

So, did the chief
douse the fuel nozzle?

We don't know yet.

We got less than 24
hours before the race

and the whole circus
moves to Mexico City.
Mexico.

That's going to make extradition
near impossible.

Ron Elner could
get away with this.

Crew's not cooperating.
We're out of witnesses.

Okay, if the crew
doesn't help us, the cars will.

Here is the last surveillance
tape of the pit stop.

If the crew chief

used sulfuric acid,
we didn't get it on tape.

Nothing that proves murder.

The worst we can say
is that he's a bad mechanic.

How do you figure?

Look.

Ernest passed Jimmy
right after the pit stop,

and that should never happen.

Pull up Jimmy's
lap times.

Jimmy's car got slower.

It lost speed
after the pit stop.

The car doesn't
look any different.

Little adjustments
make a big difference.

What's he doing there?

Crew chief is
raising the wing.

I thought a high
front wing was good.

Yeah, to a point,
but if you tilt it too high,

it actually slows the car down.

Here's the wing
before the pit stop...

and here it is after.

See the difference?

So he was trying to lose?

Fluid dynamic sensors
may tell us the whole story.

Look at the disturbance
around the front wing.

Jimmy tried to overcompensate
for the loss of speed.

That's what blew the engine.

Yes, and our crew chief

was working
against his own driver.

I checked every inch
of that car,

and that wing looked fine.

Right,
but that's because

by the time you got there,
you were looking

at a different wing.

DUQUESNE:
Wings lift things
off the ground.

It's an interesting
name for a car part.

You know,
these wings are mounted

upside down.

Make the car
stick to the ground.

Downforce.

These cars hit 140,
they could stick to the ceiling.

That thing cost more
than your car.

It's on the trash heap
after five laps.

DELKO:
Well, these teams

spend millions a year on R&D.

Most of these parts
won't last the race.

Like this one.

Here's Jimmy's wing.

Okay, even if
that's Jimmy's wing,

how do we know

it's the one the
chief messed with?

Because he left a piece
of himself behind, right here.

CAINE:
Ron, we managed
to lift

a glove print off the
wing that you loosened.

Come on. Anybody could have
adjusted that.

Yes, but not everybody has
asbestos-lined gloves, do they?

But then again,
you're "old school."

Chris Petrie

caught you loosening the wing
that night, didn't he?

He was going to report you.

Then your career
would have been over.

So it was time
for him to go.

So, you treated his gloves...

...then doused a little
sulfuric acid on qualifying day.

Then once the fire started,
you made sure it wouldn't stop.

I have just one question
for you, Ron.

Why would an "old school,"
competitive guy like you

choose to lose? Why?

I can't say.

( piano playing soft jazz )

( party chatter )

( applause )

You've just missed
all the excitement.

We signed the papers.

Jeunet Champagne
is going to become

the exclusive sponsor
of American Spirit.

So your plan...
your plan worked out.

What do you mean?

Losing to win.

That's only the half of it.

I had to act like
I wanted to win

as I was losing.

So the plan was

to get dumped
by your low-rent sponsor

and picked up, straight into bed
with the big boys--

Jeunet Champagne--
and Ron,

he had to make sure
that Jimmy couldn't win.

That was the plan.

Ron broke the law, not me.

That's true, but you stood by

while an honest man
lost his life

and probably the only honest man
on your team.

Lieutenant.

Yes, congratulations
are in order, I understand.

Thank you.

And while I'm
on the subject,

good luck, Charles,
finding a new crew chief.

Excuse me?

This afternoon we
picked up Ron Elner

for the murder of Chris Petrie.

Charles, I thought you knew.

Charles, the team
had nothing to do with this.

We have an agreement in place.

I know.

I'm sure this is just
a bump in the road.

But, uh, I'll have to
speak to my attorneys.

Well...

Charlie,

no deal, no driver.

Mr. Hutton,
it's hard to race

without a crew chief
or a fuel man.

My team is still
available to you.

What about Ernest?

I'd bump him.

That's your choice.

Peace out.

Jimmy.

Sorry.

I made you.

Then be proud of me, Hayley.

Vroom, vroom.

Hey, Ernest, Ernest,
can I have your autograph?

( camera shutter clicks )

GIRL:
Look, it's
Jimmy Hutton!

( girls squealing )

GIRL:
Jimmy Hutton! Jimmy Hutton!
Jimmy Hutton!

Jimmy, over here.
Over here, Jimmy.

Jimmy!

Oh, Jimmy, over here,
please, please.

Here's my pen.
Please, I need
an autograph.

Jimmy Hutton,
please, please!

I need
an autograph.

( enthusiastic whistles )

( camera shutter clicking )

Gentlemen, start your engines.

( crowd cheering )

I'll be back on top.

I have no doubt.

You want to watch
the race with me?

I can still get
into the VIP room.

Well, I appreciate the offer,
but I actually have other plans.

A woman?

A funeral?

You want to come?

Take care, Hayley.

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