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But l need a proper car that doesn't blow engines.
- That's total horseshit. - Gentlemen, please ...
- it's pretty obvious ... - Quiet! You must finish the race.
The white flag is out. One lap to go.
I'm going to let you in on a secret that most other people know.
- You mean ..? - l mean real ornery.
Let me drive. l won't make a fool out of you.
Cole's not running good and now he's got sponsor trouble.
l can't talk to this son of a bitch.
l loosened his bumper. I'll have to break it off.
- What's wrong with open wheels? - l lost my ride.
Gentlemen, start your engines.
He's been a danger to himself and to other drivers.
l can't talk to that son of a bitch. l really can't.
Stand with your feet together and close your eyes.
It's nicely extravagant, but l can't. I'm a doctor on call.
l was hugging and holding hands and praying for a good showing.
- What do you see? - The retina.
l don't think that the accident will affect the way Cole performs.
- We've got to talk. - All right, talk.
It's just racing. Cole overreacted.
l know Cole. He always goes to the outside.
Harry Hogge asked us personally as a favor.
Stay to the inside. Ten laps to go.
- But that's not what you're asking. - What am l asking?
Rowdy, let him go by.
A turn here, take some wedge out, we'll win some races.
Car's perfect Harry
Okay, Big John's turn.
- Those tires are matched perfect. - You're going to get him killed.
Cole, you've met Dr Lewicki.
Jesus!
He just wants to win.
Trickle at the bottom of the track with both right-side tires flat.
I'm going to give you an engine low to the ground.
Come in.
- CAT scan, right away. - Yes, Doctor.
The driver is Russ Wheeler, -
Last turn, Russ. He'll try and slingshot past you.
I've got a lot of land and a lot of plans l ain't paid for.
His way. My way.
Where to?
- The engine blew. - How?.
Was the helmet scratched at the front or back?.
He goes straight to Victory Lane.
That's it? Fine.
Team owner was a conman selling junk bonds.
- I'm not doing anything like that. - Then what are you doing?
I'll take apart your race car for inspection.
l haven't worked it out. Excuse me for a second.
Drivers just don't go to the outside like that.
We should probably get started on Cole.
59.
- Hi, Claire, I'm Jennie. - Nice to meet you.
This is what it's all about.
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Now that's a race car driver.
You have enough trouble riding around the track as it is.
- I'm right behind the leader. - Five laps to go.
Yy
- He died at Daytona. - Last year.
On that last turn, did you know you could make the car stick like that?
Welcome to the Daytona 500, the Superbowl of motor racing.
What do you want?
He didn't slam you or bump you. He rubbed you. Rubbing is racing.
The doc says l need minor brain surgery.
Can you walk, or am l going to have to carry you?
Stick to something you can control.
So l never took my foot off the gas.