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[Singing]

And the rockets' red glare

The bombs bursting in air

Gave proof through the night

That our flag was still there

O say, does that Star-spangled

Banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free

And the home of the brave

Brave, brave?

Gentlemen, start your engines!

[New song starts]

...cards and a jug of wine

And a woman's love

Make a life like mine

On the day we met

I went astray

I started rolling down

That lost highway

[Whistle blowing]

MAN: You gonna bowl, too?

DIFFERENT MAN: Yeah, I'll be there.

Come on, Dale.

We'll be late.

ANNOUNCER: This is the last race of the evening, folks...

and, boy, is it a good one.

DALE: Come on, daddy!

Take them out!

Tom Briar leads, but Ralph Earnhardt in the 8...

is making a move through the pack.

MAN: Yeah! Come on!

We've got Tom Briar in the lead going into turn one...

followed by Sean Lambert and Dave LeDoux.

[Engines roaring]

Ralph Earnhardt making a good run.

Oh!

Ralph Earnhardt sends Bobby Jo Hawkins into the hay.

DALE: Yeah, Daddy!

RALPH: Ha ha ha!

ANNOUNCER: Oh, Bobby Jo ain't going to be happy...

about that one.

And Ralph Earnhardt in the 8 takes the checkered flag...

for the sixth time this season.

DALE: Yeah!

Yeah, you did it!

MAN: Hey, Ralph! Hey!

DALE: Yeah! Daddy!

MAN: Earnhardt!

DALE: You did it!

MAN: Earnhardt, you bastard.

You're going to give me some of that prize money to pay...

for my car.

RALPH: Hey, don't hurt your foot, Billy.

BILLY: Then you can just use it to pay for your own car.

Why'd you let that guy kick your car, Daddy?

RALPH: When the race is over, some damn fool come after you...

like that, you don't ever get out of your car.

What if he got a knife or a gun?

It ain't about balls because you already showed him...

you're a man on the track.

OK. Now shut up and go to sleep.

DALE: Yes, Mama.

MOM: I mean it, Dale. You keep an eye on Danny.

MAN: Good run, Ralph.

RALPH: Thank you.

MOM: You got the prize money.

Now we're only one month behind.

RALPH: It's enough to put food on the table.

That come first.

After that, it's racing.

I won't go back to that mill, Martha.

I won't.

I told you I'm going to make this work, and I will.

[Singing]

...since she up and walked away

And I'll bet you dread to spend

Another lonely night with me

But, lonely walls

I'll keep you company

Hello, window

Hello, hello

Well, I see

That you're still here

Aren't you lonely

Since our darling disappeared?

Well, look here

Is that a teardrop

In the corner of your pane...

[Car horn honking]

MAN: Hey, watch it!

[Singing continues]

...what I'd give to have the power

To read your mind one hour

How I'd love to be alone with you

Hey, Daddy.

RALPH: Better ease up on that truck.

Think you're a race car driver or something?

Mechanic, maybe, if you work at it.

Why don't you make yourself useful and check that oil?

MAN: Ha ha ha!

Hell, he was dizzier than I was.

Anyway, all I got that time was...

a broken collarbone and broke my nose.

That's all.

RALPH: That why you quit racing?

MAN: Some of us have got a real job, Ralph.

I mean, you lose a race, you don't eat that week.

You wreck your car, I don't guess you eat that month.

DIFFERENT MAN: Yup.

RALPH: That's why I don't wreck them.

What's that, Dwayne?

Look again.

You remember them axle keys keep breaking?

Well, that number 6 screwdriver shaft makes a great axle key...

and it won't bust in a race.

I've been using it for 3 weeks now, no problem.

MAN: That's how come you bought the whole box of them.

RALPH: That's right, so nobody else can.

Ain't enough not to wreck.

You've got to have a car that won't quit on you, too.

Mm-hmm.

So you'd let me take this out and race it tomorrow?

DALE: Yeah. Went over everything twice.

I don't think I missed nothing.

RALPH: Mm-hmm. You sure?

DALE: Let me check it again.

I'm telling you, Dad, I don't see nothing.

RALPH: Well, maybe you'd better grab...

that 9/16 wrench and tighten...

them two bolts on the radiator, because if that things blows...

I get nothing but steam in my face, I might hit the damn wall.

You know why I ride you, son?

DALE: No, sir.

RALPH: Because you don't try hard enough.

DALE: Ain't nobody works harder than me.

RALPH: The kind of grades you get?

DALE: Grades don't matter on a racetrack, Daddy.

Besides, I already quit school.

RALPH: You what?

DALE: Ain't no big deal. You quit school to race.

RALPH: I left to support my family.

You think you're going to put food on the table...

by quitting school?

You ain't no race car driver.

DALE: Neither were you once.

RALPH: Hell, you ain't even a man yet.

DALE: I ain't going back to school, Daddy.

RALPH: Well, then get the hell out of my garage.

You won't be a racer or nothing else, boy.

You'll just be another lint-head working in the mill...

your whole life, because that's what happens to quitters!

[Cheers and applause]

ANNOUNCER: Dale Earnhardt is in the pink K-2 car...

and he's looking good.

WOMAN: Go, baby!

ANNOUNCER: Tim Bauer's in the 36 and running third...

but that's Earnhardt making a move.

MAN: Go!

WOMAN: Take a look!

ANNOUNCER: Earnhardt and Bauer are fighting for the spot...

trading paint at every turn.

Looks like K-2 is number one.

Ralph Earnhardt's boy Dale has just won himself a race.

DALE: See this? It's called Piedmont.

Best dirt in the world for a racetrack.

This stretch of red clay goes all the way from Alabama...

to Virginia.

WOMAN: Tell them about the moonshiners, Dale.

DALE: Oh, the best driving in the world right here...

in North Carolina-- moonshiners outrunning...

them cops on the back country roads.

You ever hear of Junior Johnson?

DIFFERENT WOMAN: I've heard of Ralph Earnhardt.

He's your daddy, ain't he?

Yeah, my daddy's a great driver.

The best of them all.

So what do you figure, baby?

We go out and have a big time?

WOMAN: Oh, baby.

DALE: Spend some of this prize money?

WOMAN: I don't know. I'm getting kind of tired.

MOM: $300?

DALE: Yeah. 20 minutes of driving, Mom.

Have to work 3 weeks in the shop to make that much.

MOM: Well, that's great, honey, but don't you got to put...

some of that money back into your car?

DALE: Yeah, a little bit.

We're OK, ain't we, baby?

WOMAN: We stopped by Miller's on the way home, Mama.

Looked at a new crib.

Oh, there's one that's all maple wood.

It's so pretty.

Hi, Mr. Earnhardt.

DALE: Hey, Daddy.

RALPH: Hello, Latane. Dale.

MOM: Ralph, Dale won today over at the racetrack.

He's never done that before.

DALE: Won myself 300 bucks.

RALPH: Yeah, on the dirt.

Real money's on the asphalt.

DALE: What are you talking about?

You made yourself a legend around here racing...

around on dirt.

RALPH: That legend flies about as far...

as the dirt off them tires.

300 ain't much...

not with a baby on the way.

[Baby crying]

DALE: Hey. What's the matter?

Why are you so cold?

Dad gum, it's freezing in here, Latane.

LATANE: That ain't going to help.

DALE: Why, we out of propane?

LATANE: Is that a surprise to you?

DALE: Well, yeah.

LATANE: Shh. Baby, it's OK.

I ain't waiting till payday, you hear me?

Not this time.

You need to ask your daddy for some money.

DALE: What about your baby-sitting money?

LATANE: I spent it, Dale.

DALE: On what?

LATANE: At the grocery.

Won't you look at how cold your baby is? Touch him.

DALE: I know, I know. Hey, hey. Listen, listen.

We'll get through tonight. We'll just cuddle up in sleeping bags.

We're fine. It's OK.

It's OK.

LATANE: Did you have a chance to ask them about the overtime?

DALE: I ain't working at the mill no more.

LATANE: Dale, what did you do?

DALE: Baby, I need to be out there racing.

I'm going to make this work, I promise.

LATANE: Promises ain't going to heat this place up.

DALE: Maybe not, but, you know, a first-place finish would.

LATANE: It's been 6 months since you won a race.

DALE: Latane, you don't win racing once a month.

You've got to be out there every weekend.

LATANE: Every weekend?

God, what about us, huh?

DALE: Baby, I'm doing this for us.

LATANE: Oh, no. Get away from me.

You're doing this for you.

We can't even get by on a real job.

I've been here all day trying to calm your baby down...

and you come in here with this racing crap?

Oh, God, no.

You know, you can just tell Kerry all about it.

Maybe it will put him to sleep.

DALE: Hey.

LATANE: Hey.

DALE: Finally got him settled down.

LATANE: Why'd you bring him out here?

DALE: Why, he needs you, Latane.

LATANE: How about you?

You need me?

DALE: Yeah. Sure I do.

[Kerry crying]

RALPH: What'd you say to upset your mother?

DALE: Well, Latane and her new husband Jack...

want to adopt Kerry.

I got to let them do it, Daddy.

He's better off with them.

RALPH: When are you going to learn what it takes to be a man?

DALE: I know what it takes to be a man...

something neither one of us ever made...

working at that mill--money.

Don't look at me like that.

You couldn't stand that place neither.

All I want to do is race, Daddy.

That's all I want. Just like you.

I'm going to be racing in Metrolina...

in a couple months--against you.

I'm going to show you how good I am.

ANNOUNCER: We've got a father-son team...

on the track today.

We'll see if Ralph Earnhardt takes his boy Dale to school.

Ralph's in the 8. Dale's in the 87.

Ralph's got a big old lead.

He's lapping the field.

Ralph Earnhardt is giving Dale a honk with a chrome horn...

looking to make a move up.

WOMAN: Go!

MAN: Come on!

ANNOUNCER: What's this?

Ralph's started from the rear...

pushing Dale into third place.

A father-son team?

DIFFERENT MAN: They're cheating!

ANNOUNCER: I've never seen anything like it.

Ralph Earnhardt wins again at Metrolina.

Willie Fazun is second...

and Dale Earnhardt finishes in the money.

MAN: Good job back there.

What do you say, Brenda? How about we go out for a drink?

MAN: Earnhardt, I ain't never seen bullcrap like that...

before on a racetrack.

A daddy pushing his son into place?

Heck, he may be "Ironheart," but the way you drive...

you're just a plain ironhead.

DALE: Ironhead? Thanks, man.

All right.

BRENDA: Well, look at you, Earnhardt.

You got yourself a nickname.

ANNOUNCER: Don't forget. Next Thursday night, 7:30...

right here at Metrolina fairgrounds...

another important race.

We're going to have all your favorite drivers here.

We're going to have everything that you always enjoy...

DALE: Hey, just hold on a second. I got to go.

Hey, I just wanted to thank you for helping me place.

I appreciate it.

So how did I do out there?

RALPH: Well, you were going to let me pass...

when you should have kept going.

DALE: Well, I did everything I could to win.

Dang near had the throttle up in the radiators.

There's not enough power in that motor.

RALPH: Winner ain't the guy with the fastest car, son.

He's just the one that refuses to lose.

BRENDA: Well, why don't you just buy one...

at the auto parts store?

DALE: Well, because, Brenda, their axle keys bust...

when you're racing.

These screwdrivers he's got in there, they never break.

BRENDA: Honey, it's only a screwdriver.

If you can't ask him for that, how are you going to ask him...

for the loan, hmm?

[Dale clears throat]

So you got any more of them screwdrivers...

to make into axle keys?

RALPH: Yeah.

DALE: Thanks.

RALPH: How was your run on Sunday?

DALE: Pretty good, I guess...

till the wreck.

RALPH: Well, I guess you're going to need more...

than that one little screwdriver, ain't you?

You know, son, they can't put it in you...

and they can't take it out.

DALE: Thanks, Daddy.

Hey, Mom.

MOM: Dale.

Brenda told me about the race.

Why do you got to drive like that, Dale?

Your daddy don't wreck.

DALE: Daddy's got a better car, Mom.

You don't have the wheels, sometimes you've got to scare...

people a little...

intimidate them.

[Singing on radio]

...I'm leavin' town

I'm a long gone daddy

I don't need you anyhow

I remember back when

You were nice and sweet

Things have changed...

MOM: Dale.

Dale!

Hi. How's Mama doing?

BRENDA: It's hard for her, Christmas without your daddy.

DALE: Yeah, I know.

How's Kelley and Dale Jr.? They doing all right?

BRENDA: They miss their daddy.

DALE: Just tell them I'll be home soon.

BRENDA: Are you OK?

DALE: Yeah, I'm fine.

How you doing?

BRENDA: Bill Fredericks called.

He said you two got a 3-week loan to fix your car.

He said payment's due on Monday.

You ever planning on telling me about that, Dale?

Could we just not get into this, please?

BRENDA: I know it's Christmas, and I know how hard...

you've been working, but it's because you...

have two families, Dale.

I mean, you've got us and you've got racing.

DALE: Oh, man. I got to get out of this.

Look, I got to place third or better in every race...

and I will, Brenda, because third will feed us...

and fourth won't.

ANNOUNCER: Earnhardt gets underneath Deacon...

puts him in the spin cycle.

Carlton finishes first, Joad, second...

and Dale Earnhardt places third.

MAN: Hey, Earnhardt! Humpy Wheeler.

DALE: Yeah, I know.

Charlie Motors Speedway, right?

DALE: That's right. How are you?

HUMPY: I'm going to tell you what.

Son, you could be as good as your daddy.

The way you wrecked Deac out there...

so you'd finish in the money, that took some balls, son.

DALE: Thank you.

MAN: Hey, Earnhardt, you better watch your ass.

DIFFERENT MAN: Earnhardt!

You're a dead man!

DALE: Good to see you, Humpy.

[Car horn honking]

MAN: You're pissing a lot of guys off, Earnhardt.

You damn near ran over me a couple times today.

DALE: So I guess you're pissed at me, too.

MAN: Well, what the hell do you care?

We ain't out there to make friends.

DALE: Thanks.

MAN: Whew!

Name's Neil Bonnett.

DALE: Good to meet you, Neil. Where you from?

NEIL: Hueytown.

DALE: Hueytown! The Alabama gang, huh?

Did Bobby Allison get you into racing?

NEIL: No, I got into racing because there's...

less competition than in pipe fitting.

DALE: Come again?

NEIL: Oh, yeah. There's a whole bunch of fellers...

wanting my job as a pipe fitter.

But, I mean, nobody wants to drive that piece of crap...

I've been racing.

Hey, you know, you're going to have to deal with old Deac...

sooner or later.

I mean, I doubt he'd waste you what with there being...

a witness and everything.

DALE: He'll be fine. We'll buy him a beer.

NEIL: Yeah, he'll be all right.

DALE: Brenda? Hello? Brenda?

I'm home, babe.

Dale, Kelley, Daddy finished in the money.

NEIL: You know that there's more chickens in the world...

than there are people?

Why couldn't there be more deer?

Dale Earnhardt, man of no words.

What is on your mind, boy?

DALE: I swear, when I'm driving, I can see the air flowing...

over the car ahead of me.

But the car I'm driving is a loser...

because it don't matter what I see.

Ain't nobody racing Winston Cup without big money behind them.

I ain't nothing but a stroker.

For that, I blew two marriages.

NEIL: You can see the air?

Oh, God. here it comes! Look out!

Crazy bastard.

DALE: Yeah, well, you know what?

The funny thing is, the day Brenda left me...

I actually won some money racing.

NEIL: Let it go, Dale.

I've been on the track with you.

You're so damned determined, it's scary.

Man, all you need to break is one chance to race the Cup.

DALE: Race you to the truck.

NEIL: Hey!

Hey, don't make me shoot you!

[Telephone ringing]

DALE: Hello?

Yeah. Yes, sir. Yeah.

Yeah, you bet I'll be there.

All right, then. Thank you. Bye.

Whoo!

ANNOUNCER: Although the Charlotte Motor Speedway...

has gone through a $3.5 million facelift...

a lot of the main ingredients for the World 600...

remain unchanged.

At 600 miles, it's the longest NASCAR race on the calendar...

and around this 1 -1/2-mile pretty bumpy track...

it's a tremendously grueling test of man and machine.

HUMPY: Did Cronkite happen to mention that he mortgaged...

his house to build this car?

DALE: He mentioned it.

HUMPY: Yeah, thought so.

Yeah, boy, I'll tell you, you know what a fan I was...

of your daddy.

I go all the way back to the dirt tracks...

with Ralph Earnhardt.

Yeah, most of those boys is just trading paint out there.

Not your daddy.

No, sir, he had built himself a race car, and he was crafty.

Shoot, they put a bounty on him.

Yeah, he was a great driver, you know?

One of the best.

Are you OK?

DALE: Yeah, fine.

I'll tell you what, Mr. Wheeler, Cronkite told me...

I wreck his car, he and I are both are out of a job.

I know I ain't going to get but one shot at this...

and I don't know how I'm supposed to win...

if I'm worried about wrecking.

HUMPY: Well, how would your daddy answer that?

[Man chuckles]

MAN: How's it feel, Dale?

DALE: Pretty good.

MAN: What are you doing?

DALE: Hell, I was just trying to win.

MAN: Keep your cool, now.

ANNOUNCER: A new leader, Darrell Waltrip...

but look at this battle.

Here's Petty up in it...

MAN: Humpy, who's that driving number 96?

HUMPY: That's Dale Earnhardt.

He's a local boy.

MAN: Here in Charlotte?

HUMPY: No, Kannapolis. It's just up the road.

Kannapolis is a mill town.

The whole town makes Cannon towels.

They call them lint-heads.

There ain't no way out of there.

The only way out is through racing.

Young Mr. Earnhardt here has already logged...

17 straight wins on the dirt tracks around here.

ANNOUNCER:...Richard Petty goes again.

And here's 88, Waltrip with him, Holbert dropping...

[Engines roaring]

Turn 4, 96, Earnhardt's car, has spun.

He brings out the caution flag.

MAN: That's him.

ANNOUNCER: The car is moving away.

And we could finish this race under caution.

DALE: You believe that?

I tell you, that man is crazy.

Going to kill somebody.

MAN: Yeah.

DIFFERENT MAN: Who was that stroker in 96?

Drives like a damn moonshiner.

No respect for nobody.

MAN: Come on, Waltrip. He ain't worth the trouble.

KELLEY: Hey, Daddy.

DALE: Hey, Kelley-belly.

JUNIOR: You drove good, Daddy. Did you win?

DALE: if I won, I'd be over in victory lane, wouldn't I?

BRENDA: Thanks for the tickets.

You know, I have to go.

I'm late.

Now, you all be good, OK?

Have fun.

And I'll see you tomorrow.

Do make sure that she gets to school on time, OK?

DALE: Yeah.

BRENDA: All right. Well, good-bye.

DALE: Good-bye.

WOMAN: Will you sign this for me, Darrell, please?

I'd sure appreciate it.

Boy, thank you.

DALE: Get in the car, kid. Kelley, where's Dale?

KELLEY: I don't know, Daddy.

DALE: Dale! Junior!

Dale! Junior!

Jerry, you seen Dale?

Nope.

WOMAN: Hi.

DALE: So are you really from Hickory?

WOMAN: Why do you find that so hard to believe?

Just listen to this accent.

DALE: It's just the words you use kind of threw me.

What does your daddy do?

WOMAN: Guess.

DALE: What do you think?

KELLEY: A lawyer.

DALE: Lawyer.

WOMAN: He was a race car driver like my uncle Tommy--

Tommy Houston.

DALE: Tommy's your uncle?

I traded paint with him a few times.

Pretty rough on the sheet metal, but the man can drive.

WOMAN: So can you.

DALE: Had my shot today and blew it.

WOMAN: You'll get another one.

DALE: You figure?

WOMAN: Why not?

NASCAR's got to have talent...

and you're magic on the asphalt...

using the draft to get through traffic...

getting on and off the pit road under the green...

accelerating down the chute.

You know your road.

DALE: I bet she can fish and hunt, too.

WOMAN: if the situation calls for it, why not?

I don't mind getting my hands dirty.

DALE: Look, look, look. See that guy?

That's the king.

That's Richard Petty right there.

MAN: Hey, Richard.

DALE: Pretty neat, huh?

MAN: Excuse me, Mr. Earnhardt.

DALE: Yeah.

MAN: Humpy Wheeler wanted me to introduce myself.

My name's Rod Osterland.

DALE: Hey, Rod, how are you?

ROD: Well. How are you?

DALE: Good. Grab a stump.

ROD: Yeah? May I?

DALE: Sure. This is Teresa.

TERESA: Hello. ROD: HI.

DALE: My kids Kelley and Dale Jr.

ROD: Hi, Teresa, kids.

Listen, I've started a new company, Osterland Racing.

DALE: You Sportsman series?

ROD: No, Winston Cup.

When I saw you out there today, pretty impressive...

DALE: Thanks.

ROD: you know, till you spun out.

DALE: Yeah. Thanks, Rod.

ROD: Why'd you try to pass on the outside of a turn like that?

DALE: Well, I saw some daylight.

Figured I could win.

ROD: Fair enough, but isn't coming in second...

better than wrecking?

DALE: No.

Second place is just the first loser.

ROD: It's nice meeting you, Dale.

I'm sorry to interrupt you.

TERESA: Mm-mm.

ROD: Enjoy your dinner.

DALE: Thank you.

TERESA: What are you doing?

That's not Mr. Osterland.

That's Mr. Opportunity.

He only knocks once, Dale.

Go get him.

DALE: Growing up around race cars...

you know, you start driving before you can reach the pedals.

So I started racing when I was 17...

and pretty much been driving in my sleep ever since.

ROD: Yeah? Well, remind me never to ride with you.

Hey, look, if you're going to drive for me...

there's somebody you got to meet.

I may not have the experience of the other owners...

but I've hired the best people I can find.

My crew chief, the man can't read or write...

but he's a genius with a race car.

Jake. Jake.

Hey, I want you to meet Dale Earnhardt.

Dale, Jake Elder.

DALE: Howdy.

JAKE: You see this thing right here?

DALE: Upper control arm.

JAKE: That's what we got in this car right here...

and it's groaning in the turns.

If we get in the corners at Talladega...

that thing's going to break.

Now, you see this one right here?

That ain't going to break.

Different metal.

I put that thing in this car right here...

Mr. Osterland gets me a good enough driver...

I'm going to be wearing diamonds.

I'm talking about big as horse turds.

DALE: Well, all right.

[Jake chuckles]

Jake!

Guess Waltrip's on my tail, ain't he?

JAKE: Yeah, I see him. 88, Darrell Waltrip.

ANNOUNCER: Now, there's the kid to watch.

This kid Earnhardt in the Osterland number 2--

the car out of California, the driver from North Carolina.

Whoa, it's close. Just touching bumpers.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: ...pulls out of the draft

and right into the front...

JAKE: Do you like racing Winston Cup, Earnhardt?

DALE: What?

JAKE: I say, if you do, you better...

start kicking some tail because Waltrip's fixing to send you...

back to the dirt tracks, son.

ANNOUNCER: Still wheel to wheel...

JAKE: That's right. Let him know you're there, Earnhardt.

[Engines roaring]

ROD:...he's moving up to the seventh place!

Sixth!

JAKE: There you go!

Got to lock on fourth place.

Bring it home, baby.

ANNOUNCER: In Daytona Beach today...

NASCAR announced that second-generation driver...

Dale Earnhardt has been named rookie of the year.

[Singing on radio]

...it seems that one of the crew

Had a go with one of the guests...

Ah, yes...

WOMAN: Hey. Hi, guys.

MAN: Hey, Dale.

DALE: Hey, good to see you.

DIFFERENT MAN: Great going, Dale. Congratulations.

DALE: Thank you. Thanks.

Hey, Neil.

WOMAN: OK.

NEIL: Don't move.

WOMAN: All right...

DALE: How's that for a game gun?

NEIL: Look at the carving on that stock.

Aw, it's beautiful.

DALE: Yeah.

NEIL: Beautiful.

DALE: Yeah, man, I stared at that in the catalog of yours...

wondering if I'd ever save enough to get me one.

NEIL: Well, I guess I got to get me one, too, now, Dale.

Damn. Now I got to get me two of these.

DALE: This one's yours, dummy.

NEIL: Yeah. Ha ha.

MAN: The Osterland racing team led by Dale Earnhardt...

won 5 races en route to their first championship.

DALE: Aah!

JAKE: Grim Reaper creeping up on you?

You ain't hearing footsteps on me, are you?

DALE: Just your size 12s.

JAKE: Hey, I'll tell you about losing some sleep.

Everything I put together, your life depends on it.

And you want to know the secret to being a great driver? Hmm?

You have flat-out got to believe that it ain't going to happen...

to you.

I don't care how bad that wreck is...

you're going to walk away from it...

because you're so damn tough...

they couldn't castrate you with a chainsaw.

But I tell you what else, too, right now.

You best be willing to pay that price.

TERESA: You know, I bet you within 10 years...

NASCAR will get better ratings than baseball.

DALE: Who knows?

Maybe even in 5 years.

TERESA: That's why you've got to hold on to your name, Dale.

Don't sell it off.

Someday it might earn you more than racing.

DALE: What do you mean?

Caps and t-shirts?

TERESA: Why not?

You won the Winston Cup last year, your second season.

Who has ever done that?

DALE: You know what?

TERESA: What?

DALE: I don't even need a lawyer.

I want a business manager.

TERESA: OK. Take it easy there, big fella.

You're here to watch your kids, not kiss your girlfriend.

DALE: Dale, come in here.

Junior!

All right, listen up. I'm going to stand right here.

On the next lap, I want you to drive...

between me and this rail, you hear?

You're all right. Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on!

What's wrong?

JUNIOR: I'm afraid I'm going to hit you!

DALE: You don't worry about me. You just drive.

I'm trying to teach you something here, Dale.

Let's go.

Go on.

TERESA: You can't do this, Dale.

You're scaring him.

DALE: I'm trying to teach him something, Teresa.

TERESA: Teach him what?

You drive NASCAR, he drives a go-kart.

He's just a little boy.

How do you think you're making him feel?

DALE: I don't know.

I just want him to do it right, that's all.

TERESA: He's just a little boy.

Doesn't he have time to prove that he's a man?

Was this how he taught you?

DALE: Who?

TERESA: Your daddy.

DALE: Jake, you hear Osterland's selling the team...

to this J.D. Stacy guy? Huh?

Just this cowboy who made his money...

in coal mining machinery whatever?

I'll tell you what, this guy don't know the first thing...

about racing, man.

JAKE: Well, maybe he can learn.

I hear he wants to win himself a Winston Cup.

DALE: Oh, yeah? Well, too bad!

Wanting it ain't enough, Jake.

You know that.

It don't work no more to go like hell and hope you're first...

like we used to could.

One second gain of pitch is 300 feet on the track.

You know that!

Hell, man, you're the one that taught me that, damn it!

You're leaving, ain't you?

Oh, fine. The hell with it. I'm leaving too, then.

JAKE: I think you ought to stay.

DALE: Oh, yeah? Why? Huh?

You give me one good reason, Jake!

JAKE: Why the hell do you think they call me "suitcase Jake"?

Because I can't stand working for people too long.

Hell, I can't stand working for you no more.

I don't care.

I don't care if you are the best I ever seen.

You don't need me, Earnhardt.

I'll tell you why right now.

Because you're willing to pay the price.

Stay with the team.

DALE: Man, I mean, why the hell would he tell me to stay?

TERESA: I don't know, Dale.

DALE: What's the matter?

You've always got an opinion.

TERESA: Yeah.

You know, when you called me tonight, I got pretty excited.

I hadn't heard from you in a few days.

But just now I started wondering if this is all...

you'll ever want me for-- my advice.

DALE: What?

TERESA: Or maybe I'm just here to take care of your kids...

while you go out hunting with Neil or--

DALE: Teresa, that's not the way I feel about you.

TERESA: How do you feel about me?

What is this with you and me? Are we--

Never mind.

Wait, wait, wait.

Don't--don't, baby.

TERESA: Oh, come on, Dale, you're...

one of the smartest people I know.

Did you ever for a second try to imagine what it's like...

to love Dale Earnhardt?

To know that every pit lizard in every speedway in America...

wants to spend the night with him...

and to wonder how many of them actually do?

You want advice from me, and all I've got is questions.

What's going to happen when you wreck, Earnhardt?

Or when you lose?

Or even if you win every time, what are you left with?

Disappointments, trophies, they're the same thing.

They're empty...

unless you've got someone who loves you for what you are...

and not for what you've done.

You've got your plans.

You had better get to it.

I ain't hanging around anymore.

DALE: I love you, Mrs. Earnhardt.

TERESA: Yeah?

You want some advice, Earnhardt?

DALE: What's that?

TERESA: You're always trying to prove yourself to everybody.

You don't have to race for Stacy.

You have NASCAR find you another team.

You're Dale Earnhardt.

[Both chuckle]

DALE: Am I your diamond in the rough?

MAN: You know why I told you not to leave Stacy?

Because there's a hell of a lot more drivers...

than there are racing teams...

even somebody as good as you.

T. Wayne, why don't you tell Earnhardt here...

what we've been tossing around?

Well, when Junior told me that you and Stacy would be lucky...

to last another week, some of my people at R.J. Reynolds...

got a little concerned.

We tossed it around, and this is what we came up with.

Richard here is going to retire from driving immediately...

and put you in his car if you agree to join his team.

DALE: You gonna give up driving, Richard?

RICHARD: if that's what it takes to win.

T. WAYNE: Now, here's the deal.

You drive for Richard and Junior's going to provide...

quality parts for his mechanics.

In exchange, you'll bring your sponsorship along.

And if you agree, you'll be racing with Richard next Sunday.

You won't miss a weekend.

DALE: No disrespect to you, Richard, but, Junior...

I'd rather race for you.

You already got the winning team.

I ain't about to go back to stroking.

You might as well ask me to start losing.

JUNIOR JOHNSON: You know what I like about you, Earnhardt?

You'll do anything to win...

even insult poor old Richard here.

Now you know Darrell Waltrip is my driver.

Do you really think you boys could be in the same family?

DALE: Cain and Abel were in the same family, weren't they?

JUNIOR JOHNSON: See, that's what I'm talking about, right there.

[Laughter]

RICHARD: Can I have a minute with you, Dale?

DALE: Excuse me, fellas.

RICHARD: I hear you came up hard.

DALE: Mm-hmm.

RICHARD: So did I.

My daddy died when I was 5.

Instead of going to school, I was out delivering moonshine...

to the drink houses in the black neighborhoods.

I quit that when I saw a guy get splattered up against a wall...

by a shotgun blast.

But the one good thing in my life was Bowman Gray Stadium.

God, the racing I saw.

Curtis Turner and Lee Petty and Junior Johnson...

and your daddy, too, Ralph Earnhardt.

There wasn't anything else in this world that I wanted...

to do but drive a race car.

And I did, too.

284 races without a win.

Look, there were better drivers, Dale...

but nobody--I mean nobody-- was a better hustler.

And where it all got me was right here with you...

with a chance to do what I know...

and I mean I know I will do best, and that's run a team.

Look, here's my idea.

We're going to build an unbreakable car...

and put a fearless driver in it.

I'm talking about a bulldozer that won't break...

a car you can bang up all you want...

and it just won't quit.

Nobody's ever done that before, Dale...

and for that I'm willing to give up the thing...

I love doing most.

DALE: I'll tell you what, Richard.

Let's go out and kick Waltrip's ass.

RICHARD: Well, hell, let's go kick all their asses...

and you just try to keep yourself in one piece, OK...

Earnhardt?

[Richard laughs]

MAN: The whole press thing, I just told them...

"Hell, write what you want about Earnhardt.

He can't read that junk. All right?"

RICHARD: Whoa, boy, now. Hold on, now.

Don't let that little son of a bitch get you out of your game.

DALE: Listen to me, you can badmouth my driving...

all you want, but it ain't right you telling the press...

me and my boys are stupid, you hear?

WALTRIP: Now, what ain't right...

that I'm saying it or that you're stupid?

Look, you want me to lay off, Earnhardt?

Like you've been laying off trying to knock me...

into the wall every chance you get?

DALE: Hey, man, that's racing. That's different.

WALTRIP: Really?

Yeah, so talking to the press is all wrong...

but trying to run a guy over, that's OK?

Talking to the press is just part of the game.

Hell, if you like, some of my boys here...

could go down there and help you put some sentences together.

[Men chuckle]

DALE: Good luck today, Darrell.

ANNOUNCER: Let's go back with the leaders now...

as cars numbers 3 and 11 go down the main straightaway...

into turn number one with 386 laps now complete.

We've got time to look at the history book here at Richmond.

Dale Earnhardt won this race a year ago.

Darrell Waltrip won the fall race.

JUNIOR JOHNSON: Be patient, Darrell.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER:...because I tell you what, Waltrip...

WALTRIP: I'm going to wait.

Didn't pass Earnhardt going into 3.

JUNIOR JOHNSON: Don't you start to pass into the 3.

Man, as soon as you think you're getting clear, he'll burn you.

ANNOUNCER: There's no slingshot and there's no draft...

just muscle.

Nothing but muscle, horsepower...

handling, tires, driver.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Waltrip keeps him straight.

Now alongside.

Side by side.

Down to the inside.

JUNIOR JOHNSON: Darrell, watch it!

ANNOUNCER: Four cars. There one goes.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: They're behind them up there...

just met the rail...

Who's going to win the race...

MAN: Dale, are you OK?

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: The caution is out.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Kyle Petty is gonna win the race.

DALE: Yeah, I'm fine.

ANNOUNCER: Kyle Petty has slowed down.

He's going slow.

WALTRIP: It's bad enough when you wreck somebody...

on purpose.

When you try to hurt him--

JUNIOR JOHNSON: Hurt him?

Hell, so, he's trying to kill you.

He's going to wind up killing himself.

MAN: What are you saying, Junior...

that Earnhardt intentionally tried to hurt Darrell?

JUNIOR JOHNSON: Boy, you get that damn thing out of my face.

I'm done talking.

DALE: I didn't mean to wreck him...

just meant to rattle his cage a little.

[All asking questions at once]

DALE: Boy. Hell of a show, though, wasn't it?

MAN: What do you think is going to happen next time?

DALE: You ready?

JUNIOR: I don't want to go, Daddy.

TERESA: God, Dale. Military school?

DALE: I ain't going over this again, Teresa.

He's going.

TERESA: His grades are going up.

JUNIOR: I almost got a "B" in math.

DALE: You almost got a "B"?

Almost is for losers, Dale.

That ain't good enough for an Earnhardt.

TERESA: Dale, he just hit a rough patch.

We'll get him through it.

DALE: You know what Waltrip said to me the other day? Huh?

He told all the reporters that they could write...

whatever they want about me and my buddies...

because we couldn't read anyway.

Ain't nobody ever going to talk to my son that way.

Now, you get in the car.

RICHARD: The winner of the 1986 and 1987 Winston Cup...

the intimidator, Mr. Dale Earnhardt.

DALE: Thank you.

On behalf of Richard Childress and all our friends in NASCAR...

just the greatest crew in racing that I've ever been involved...

we'd like to recognize our new sponsors. GM Goodwrench!

I'm going to race the '88 Winston Cup series...

with the fire of my rookie year, and who knows...

maybe even win the Daytona 500 one of these days.

TERESA: That was wonderful...

[Applause]

Kelley and Dale are both very proud.

NEIL: Well, you aced it, Dale.

Sounded a little bit like Johnny Cash.

You OK, buddy?

DALE: Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just--man, I swear I saw myself standing...

in the crowd today.

NEIL: You what?

DALE: I think I saw my son Kerry. He's my oldest.

I haven't seen him since he was 5...

so I'm sitting here wondering...

what's going through his mind right now, you know?

NEIL: Well, there's only one way to find out.

You got to see him.

DALE: He's all grown up now.

You know, what do I say to him?

NEIL: I don't know.

But I tell you what, I wouldn't wait too long.

We ain't going to live forever...

especially the way you've been driving.

DALE: Oh, man, look who's talking.

NEIL: Hey, I'm not the one with the big, fat NASCAR fine.

Listen, you need to quit picking on Darrell.

DALE: I wasn't trying to kill Waltrip...

and if a guy can't take it on the racetrack...

he best tie a kerosene rag around his ankle...

so the ants won't crawl up and eat his candy ass.

If I got to drive over the fool in front of me, man, to win...

shoot, that's just racing.

NEIL: Dale, listen, you keep up like this...

there's going to come a Sunday when there won't be...

enough wreckers to pick up the pieces of your car.

DALE: I'll tell you what, I ain't going to your funeral.

NEIL: I wouldn't get caught dead at yours neither.

DALE: Fine.

It won't matter anyway.

When I die, I'm going to be all used up.

There won't be nothing left to bury.

Junior, you got it working again, huh?

What was wrong with it?

JUNIOR: Sparkplug.

DALE: You missed a spot, Dale.

What's wrong with your big brother, huh, Taylor?

Stubborn as his daddy.

KERRY: Mr. Earnhardt?

My name's Kerry, sir.

DALE: Yeah, I know.

KERRY: Yeah, I had a job at Pizza Hut when I was only 13...

then a mechanic.

Even worked textiles at Fieldcrest Cannon.

DALE: You worked at the mill?

KERRY: Yes, sir.

Sir, what should I call you?

DALE: Whatever you like, I guess.

So how's your mama doing?

KERRY: She's doing fine.

DALE: And Jack?

KERRY: He's doing good.

He works pretty hard...

but he still finds time to fish and hunt.

He wants to take me to Montana next year, go after some elk.

We've been saving up for that.

DALE: You know, Kerry, Jack's a good man.

I wouldn't be much of a man myself if I pretended to be...

your daddy after everything he's done for you...

but I'm really glad you came here, son.

KERRY: How did I do?

DALE: Pretty good. You beat Kelley by a little bit.

Of course, she's a girl.

KELLEY: Hey, thanks a lot, Daddy.

DALE: Just trying to toughen you up, Kerry.

Good job out there.

Well, I guess we're done for the day.

JUNIOR: What about me? DALE: What about you?

Better wipe that look off your face, Dale.

You'll wind up as ugly as me.

KELLEY: Yeah!

DALE: That was pretty good.

KELLEY: Dale, you did great. You ran 17.35.

JUNIOR: How did I do?

DALE: Well, don't trade in your weed whacker just yet.

KELLEY: Didn't you hear me, Junior?

17.35.

Your foot with the track record your first time out.

JUNIOR: Track record?

DALE: Yup. Empty track record.

[Cheers and applause]

ANNOUNCER: Davey Allison in the black car with the...

1 car.

They get up. They get loose.

[Engines roaring]

He's trying to get a lap back.

Meanwhile, Earnhardt behind him watching all this stuff.

DALE: Where's Waltrip?

RICHARD: Don't worry about him. You got Bonnett in your way.

ANNOUNCER: Looks like Earnhardt and Richard Childress...

now has moved out to radial tires.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Look at Dale Earnhardt...

from the shot out back of the Ernie lrvan car.

You know, they have t-shirts with his picture on it...

that says, "Intimidator."

And they're right, because that's all he's doing is...

trying to intimidate Ernie lrvan.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: See ya. There he goes.

Earnhardt has second.

Uh-oh!

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Oh, he's loose again...

and taking trouble with him.

Bodine's going to be involved, I believe.

Several cars are going to get tangled up in this one.

DALE: You see Bonnett?

ANNOUNCER: Earnhardt got through unscathed, I believe.

DALE: Is he OK?

Is he OK? Hey, is Bonnett OK?

[Thunder]

JUNIOR: Anything new on Bonnett?

DALE: No.

JUNIOR: I'm sorry.

DALE: Nothing to be sorry about.

It's the game he chose.

He knew it could happen.

JUNIOR: You think he'll race again?

DALE: The doctors say he won't, but you know Neil.

Ain't no doctor going to keep him out of a race car.

Kind of like your granddaddy used to say...

"You can't put it in you, can't take it out."

Hell, even if they could, what would you do?

Retire, eat well, stay fit, then get hit by a bus, die in a week?

JUNIOR: Dad?

DALE: What?

JUNIOR: I want to race, too. I always have.

Dale, you're going to finish high school first.

JUNIOR: I'm not good in school.

It's not because I don't like it.

You know, if I had my choice, there'd be no question about it.

I'd race.

DALE: I quit school, your brother Kerry quit school.

We wound up in the mill.

If you leave school, Dale, you can forget about racing.

You understand me?

JUNIOR: What, are you afraid I'm going to be better than you?

DALE: All right, let's get a couple things straight...

between us.

First of all, ain't nobody better than me.

And second, racing ain't the only thing in life, son.

JUNIOR: Racing's not the only thing in life?

DALE: You empty out that truck...

then take the rest of the day off, you hear me?

NEIL: Do you know the first thing I remembered...

when I came out of that coma?

DALE: What was that?

NEIL: That 11 -pointer you shot up there in Montana.

DALE: She was just too pretty to give to you.

Well, you look good, Neil.

NEIL: Oh, hell, yeah. I feel fine.

DALE: Get any more of them dizzy spells?

NEIL: Ah, it's been months since I had the last one.

DALE: Hey, man, how you like being a TV guy?

NEIL: It's great being Mr. has-been celebrity.

DALE: Oh, come on, man.

At least you're alive.

NEIL: That's right. I am alive.

I'd like to get back to doing what I always did.

But my doctor says no, my wife says no, my friends say no.

I mean, hell, I'm 44 years old, right?

I mean, I'm too old to race.

Son of a bitch!

What the hell is wrong with me?

DALE: I don't know, but at least you got your temper back.

NEIL: Look, if you were in my situation, what would you do?

DALE: No question about it.

ANNOUNCER: Welcome to Speedweeks 1994 and practice...

for tomorrow's run for the pole position...

for next week's Daytona 500.

There are several new driver team combinations this year...

including Neil Bonnett, who will be up next driving...

the number-51 Country Time Lumina.

DALE: You were standing there right beside me.

Everybody's going nuts.

Champagne spraying everywhere over Victory Lane.

Then I wake up and realize I ain't never won the Daytona 500.

I ain't going to Disney World, neither.

TERESA: Oh, baby, maybe it won't be a dream this year.

DALE: Yeah, 16 times the charm, right?

TERESA: Well, for the Winston Cup, 6 times.

You could tie Petty's record this year.

[Knock on door]

DALE: Come in.

Hey, Dale.

TERESA: Hey.

DALE: What's wrong?

JUNIOR: In Neil's practice run, he spun out and crashed.

Dad, uh... Dad, he's dead.

TERESA: Oh, my God.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

Want to go back to the hotel?

DALE: No.

I wouldn't sleep tonight, anyway.

TERESA: I'm scared, Dale.

You may be the greatest driver who ever lived.

You won more money than anybody.

You could walk away right now, say whatever you want.

Nobody would ever think less of you.

[Singing on soundtrack]

Take one last look

Before you leap

Because, oh, somehow

It means so much to me

And if you ever need me

You know where I'll be

So please call home

if you change your mind

Oh, I don't mind

I guess I saw it coming

Day by day

But, oh, I could not stand

The failure

Before you leave

There's just one thing

I must say

Please call home

if you change your mind

Oh, I don't mind...

DALE: She ain't just yours.

She's Kelley and Kerry's, too.

You're racing on the short track.

You're responsible for the upkeep.

Thanks, Dad.

You know, I really love it out there on the track.

DALE: Yeah, I know.

When I reach over and click up that toggle, the only place...

in the world where I can have a day...

where everything goes my way.

JUNIOR: Well, is it fast?

DALE: The winner ain't the one with the fastest car, Dale.

It's the one who refuses to lose.

You know what you got?

It ain't something you can learn.

The only way they can take it from you is...

if you let them scare you.

Don't you be thinking about Neil when you're out there...

on that track, you hear, or she'll jump up and bite you.

And damn it, Dale. You be careful.

ANNOUNCER: Keep your eye just below him.

It's Dale Earnhardt. He's moving up right now.

You see the two of them side by side.

Earnhardt gets a spot, moves in front of Michael Waltrip...

as they head down the back straightaway.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: In back of the fourth-place car...

Earnhardt looking...

RICHARD: How's it going out there, hoss?

DALE: Good, good. Got my lucky penny.

Let's do it to it.

RICHARD: You're going to need it.

Remember, this ain't the Daytona 499.

DALE: Ha ha ha!

Yeah, well, I tell you what.

Why don't you get out there on the last lap with a broom...

sweep a little, and then I won't tear another tire down?

ANNOUNCER: The black number-30 car edging past Earnhardt.

Trying to move up in line and secure third spot...

and Earnhardt will have none of it.

RICHARD: You keep doing that thing you're doing, my man.

I'll keep my broom handy.

DALE: Hoo-whee!

19 years of waiting, Richard.

What do you figure I'm going to say...

to my old friendemy Waltrip...

when we're a couple of old dogs and he says to me...

"You might have won 7 Winston cups, Earnhardt...

but you ain't never won the 500!"

Whoo-hoo!

ANNOUNCER: Did Sterling just move over?

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Earnhardt knows how to work...

the draft off another car as good as anyone...

and better than most.

Yeah, you're hitting your marks, Dale!

RICHARD: You're doing it tapped.

This is your year, baby!

ANNOUNCER: They're in trouble up the back stretch.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: One car, two cars go sliding...

down the back stretch...

RICHARD: OK, yellow, yellow, yellow!

Do it now, buddy.

RICHARD: You came in first, and we got you out first.

Go, boy! Go!

DALE: Good job, fellas.

RICHARD: Go on. Go on.

ANNOUNCER:...seven laps to go. Here comes Mayfield...

right up against the bumper of Earnhardt again.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Gordon fighting on the outside.

If he gets up under it-- look at this.

Dog fight off turn two...

as they go down this long back straightaway.

FIRST ANNOUNCER: Wallace on the inside.

Labonte way up on the outside.

And somebody got shot out of the middle...

like a hot dog flying out of the bun.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Turn two. Some cars getting tangled up.

It might be this-- whoever gets back...

to the start/finish line...

they'll get the white and the yellow together.

FIRST ANNOUNCER: Earnhardt uses the lapped car...

of Rick Mast as a pick.

20 years of trying, 20 years of frustration...

Dale Earnhardt will come to the caution flag to win...

the Daytona 500.

DALE: Ha ha ha. Whoo!

How about that, Rick?

ANNOUNCER: Dale Earnhardt finally is...

a champion of the Daytona 500...

the most anticipated moment in racing.

If John Elway can win the Super Bowl...

Dale Earnhardt said he could win the Daytona 500.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Dale Earnhardt doing...

everything he had to do today.

FIRST ANNOUNCER: A second-generation driver...

and 7-time national champion.

[Singing]

...make a train at sunrise

I'm gonna have to run

A red light, whee

Trying to make a train

At sunrise

I'm gonna have to run

A red light, hee

DALE: Yeah!

[Singing]

...Carolina, you know the girl

Can be up all night...

DALE: We just won the Daytona 500!

TERESA: You OK, baby?

DALE: Old Talladega war wound.

TERESA: Last week in Rockingham didn't help either.

[Singing]

If I'm alive and well, will you

Be there a-holdin' my hand?

I'll keep you by my side

With my super...

DALE: You're going to blow your speakers out with that crap...

Dale.

Leave it on. It's your place.

JUNIOR: Sorry I ain't got no hillbilly rock.

You want something?

A beer?

DALE: Sure.

JUNIOR: Still hurting?

DALE: I'm fine.

JUNIOR: So why are you out so late?

DALE: Teresa's getting on me about quitting racing again.

She figures I've done it all.

Hell, I guess I shouldn't have won Daytona 500.

JUNIOR: Yeah.

Well, you've had a few wrecks in your time, you know?

DALE: A few.

[Dale chuckles softly]

JUNIOR: Any of them scare you?

Well, I reckon Talladega was the worst.

Listen, Dale, I want you to start using...

that new safety harness, you hear?

JUNIOR: It's funny, when your granddaddy started racing...

he didn't use nothing but a flimsy football helmet.

JUNIOR: Did he wreck a lot?

DALE: No, he didn't.

It wasn't because he was scared of it.

He wasn't scared of nothing.

He just couldn't afford to wreck.

JUNIOR: Yeah, I wish I had known him.

DALE: He'd have liked you, Dale.

You drive a lot like he did.

He was something else.

I reckon I learned...

pretty much everything I know about racing from him.

JUNIOR: What?

DALE: He just wasn't a simple man, your granddaddy.

I spent half my time trying to figure out...

what he was thinking.

The rest of the time, I was too scared to ask, you know?

JUNIOR: Was he a good man?

DALE: Yeah, he was a good man.

What are you looking at me like that for?

JUNIOR: I don't know. It's just, you know...

you being scared of him or of anybody.

DALE: Maybe that's something you know about, huh?

Being scared of your daddy?

Look, Dale, I--I ain't never meant to scare you, son.

JUNIOR: Hell, Dad, I ain't scared of you anyway.

What about racing?

Going to do what Teresa wants?

DALE: Well, there's a couple of ways of looking at that.

A couple more inches at Talladega, I'd be dead, right?

JUNIOR: Yeah.

DALE: Or, if I can survive that, I can survive anything, right?

JUNIOR: There you go.

[Crowd cheering]

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 2001 Daytona 500!

DALE: I'm going to beat your ass out there.

JUNIOR: Bring it on.

DALE: I love you.

TERESA: I love you.

DALE: See you soon.

TERESA: Mm-hmm.

MAN: Gentlemen, start your engines!

ANNOUNCER: Every driver dreams of winning the Daytona 500.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Mike Skinner...

and Dale Earnhardt traditionally...

although they're partners...

[Announcers overlapping]

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Dale Senior is trying to keep him back...

so he can't get to the two team cars in the front.

This is a chess match at high speed.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: All right. Here we go now...

[Announcers overlapping]

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: That's the best thing...

that Mikey's got going for him is those two cars behind him.

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: You've got to pass two cars--

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: The 3 car out...

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Oh!

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: Big trouble!

Big wreck behind him!

DIFFERENT ANNOUNCER: How about Dale? Is he OK?

I just hope Dale's OK.