All language subtitles for Harley and the Davidsons Part 2 Race to the Top

In sure and certain
hope of the resurrection

to eternal life through
our lord Jesus Christ,

we commend to our mighty God,

Edward Eddie Hasha.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

The lord bless him and keep him.

The lord make his face to shine upon him

and be gracious unto
him and give him peace.

You can show some
respect, or you can leave.

I'll do what I want.

Isn't that what you always do, Walt?

Isn't that exactly how
Eddie ended up in the box?

- Hm?
- Come on, guys.

- This isn't the place.
- What are you saying?

- Arthur, it wasn't his fault.
- No? Whose fault was it, Bill?

I didn't want to race in
that God damn motordrome.

But I did for Harley-Davidson.

Stop it, Walt. You raced for you.

You couldn't bear to
miss out on that race.

You could not stand to
have anybody tell you

what you couldn't do.

Eddie was like a brother to me.

...through the valley
of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff...

The apostle Paul shared these words

as he approached his own coming death,

"for I am already being poured
out like a drink offering.

And the time has come for my departure.

I have fought the good fight.

I have finished the race.

I have kept the faith."

Aah!

- Ooh!
- Hey!

You're paying for both of those

and the glass.

The Harley-Davidson
Motor Company announces

that it not only
condemns motordrome racing

but boycotts it completely,

hereby severing ties with any dealers

who support these
"murder-drome" events.

It's gonna cost us.

Well, it's the right thing to do.

Racing drives sales.

You know it.

No motorcycle bearing our name

will race in these blood sports.

There you go.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Miss Beisel.

- Mr. Davidson.
- How are you?

I haven't seen you since...

the tragedy at the race.

- No.
- I'm sorry about your friend.

And I applaud you on your crusade
against the motordromes.

So, how are you?

Oh, when's the wedding?

Actually, I'm not getting married.

We went our separate ways, as they say.

Huh.

He didn't want me to continue working
after we got married.

I'm sure a lot of men feel that way.

I think it's a sin to waste the gifts
that God gave you.

It was good seeing you.

You too, Arthur.

-The journalist from the Milwaukee Atlas.
- Who?

You know, the pretty one,
the blonde.

She wrote all those
anti-motorcycle articles.

Oh, yeah. The one with the fiancé.

Not anymore.

Yeah. Good.

Good.

It's 11:00 A.M., Walt.

Yeah. I hate these people.

I like you boys. I really do.

But a loan this size,
well, it's hard to warrant.

Mr. Carlisle, our goal is to be

the number one motorcycle
company in America.

Now, for us to realise that end,

we'll need a long-term relationship

with a long-term commitment.

Indian's gonna build 45,000
motorcycles this year.

How many is Harley-Davidson?

10... 10,000. But if we...

Motorcycle industry is booming.

And you limit your
potential with sentiment.

You should never have
written that editorial.

You'll never catch up
with Indian after that.

We did what we thought best.

Those motordromes sell
out darn near every event.

Their riders are stars.

Now, some of them dead stars, sir.

They basically make money for
the manufacturers, you know.

And fans love it.

Everyone does.

You know, I go to the motordromes.

My wife goes. We take our kids.
We have a grand time.

What do you tell them when
someone dies on the track?

Nothing. People die every day.

You can die crossing the street.

I'm sorry, fellas. It's just business.

Walter, seriously, where are we going?

I want you guys to see something.

I should really be back to the office.

It'll be real quick.

Just pull over right here.

They're out here all the time,

rain or shine.

Just want to race.

Now, those bikes aren't fast,

but there's a certain appeal to it,

and it's a lot more controlled.

You're trying to tell
me that this is safe.

There's no such thing as safe racing.

There never will be.

Motorcycles are dangerous.

That's what we build, Arthur,

motorcycles,

no steep angles,

no "G" force.

Brakes, introduce some
sort of rules maybe.

We've already been
over this, Walt.

We got to be out there somewhere,
or we become irrelevant.

How is this relevant?

How is this being out there?

We can go back
to flat-track racing.

But this time, we build
bigger faster bikes,

way more powerful than
the motordromes can handle,

compete with Indian
where we excel, in design.

- We could double the horsepower.
- Why?

Motordromes sell out.
Nobody's watching flat-track racing.

- Not yet.
- Best existing speed records,

two motorcycles going
over 100 miles per hour.

I'm sure the head of sales and marketing
could see the potential in that.

Come on, Art.

No.

We're not gonna go straight
from attacking motordrome

to jumping into some
other kind of racing.

We're not changing our
position on this, Walt!

But we have to do something.

...

What can we do
to increase sales?

Speed. I can't sell a bike to a kid

who comes in here with
a hard-on for speed.

We're not selling to racers.

No. To spectators.

- With you in a moment.
- Thank you.

They only know what
they see on the track,

and they don't see Harley-Davidsons.

You think I like seeing us
getting outsold by Indian?

Of course not.

Time is not on our side, Arthur.

Big companies are
investing in motorcycles,

and with it comes the full weight

of their business structure...

Research and development,

distribution, lawyers, licensing,

cross-licensing, patents.

We have to find a way to compete.

We're promoting a new loyalty program

for dealerships and customers.

Loyalty?

Clubs.

Dealership clubs

for the Harley-Davidson enthusiasts.

You'll organise group rides,
social mixers,

advance demos of our new models.

Clubs?

No one else doing that.

I like it.

I hope it's enough, Arthur.

Me too.

It's knackwurst tonight.

Friday already, huh?

Aren't you sick of eating here?

I like it here.
It's, um, it... it's quiet.

I like a quiet supper.

Thank you.

Papa, I need knackwurst!

I won't be here tomorrow.

Yeah?

I got a date.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Get your sister to cover your shift.

By the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may now kiss the...

Oh!

It gives me great pleasure

to present Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Davidson!

- Congratulations.
- Congrats.

Look what can happen when
you get charmed by a Davidson.

Huh? What'd she say?

Nothing.

Come on.

Congratulations.

Thank you so much. Congratulations.

There's one area that
Indian has failed to exploit,

the service sector.

Complete sales and maintenance,
it's a good market.

I've got bids out to
the U.S. postal service,

the Milwaukee Police Department,
sanitation, gas and electric,

and the fire department.

Beat Indian by selling bikes to milkmen.

Bill, I've promised them prototypes.

I know that that means
more work for you.

But we really need these sales.

Good thing there's three of me.

Hm-mm.

Oh, hi.

Hi, handsome.

Sorry. I'm in the middle of this
clutch thing we needed yesterday.

Uh, where's the baby?

With your mother.

So did you eat?

Or did you forget again?

I might have missed breakfast.

Breakfast? It's 3:00 P.M., Bill.

I guess I am kind of hungry.

Oh, you're the best.

And you work too hard.

Something wrong?

No.

Not really.

Come here.

There's more. I have more
of them if you want...

You don't have time to be
messing around with this kind of stuff.

Tell me about it.

Wow.

Good job, Bill.

I mean, really great job.

A lot of work.

So, how much does this move
the needle compared with Indian?

Not as much as I'd hoped.

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen, if you please!

I'm here today to make an announcement.

Due to personal reasons,

I shall be retiring early
from Indian motorcycles.

The last decision I will
be making as chairman

is to appoint my successor.

He has an engineering
degree from Princeton,

an economics degree from Wharton,

and has personally raced
up and down the east coast.

I am sure his new
appointment as president

will benefit the MMA

and the motorcycle industry as a whole.

Gentlemen,

Mr. Randall James.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you, Mr., uh, Hendee.

I'm honoured by this warm welcome.

And while I humbly accept
the title of president,

I just wanted to say
I'm not a company man.

I work in a factory
just like many Americans.

And I am not the son of a rich family.

I am my own man, just like you.

And that, my good sirs,

that is what motorcycle is all about.

It's about making your own way.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.
- Yes?

We're looking for Mr. Hendee.
Has he left the building?

Bill Harley, Arthur Davidson and Walter,

- I presume.
- You do your research.

Well, I watched you race in '08.

You weren't half bad.

Actually, I have a place
left on my racing team

if you still got it in you.

Oh. Excuse me. Sorry. I forgot.

Harley-Davidson don't race.

No. No, Mr. Randall.

We'll leave the
motordrome racing to you.

You don't race at all
if I'm not mistaken,

not for years,
not since your amigo died.

Not racing, hm.

That has got to be hard on sales.

Well, I guess someone has
to make bikes with sidecars

for little old ladies to haul
their groceries up and down.

Actually, Bill just designed
a big new racing bike.

- Oh, Bill did, did he?
- Mm-hm.

And I hate to ask, but why?

For the Savannah
dirt-track race next month.

Ah.

Well, we do still participate
in flat-track racing.

But to be honest,
compared to the motordrome,

it's just so...

underwhelming.

How about a little side bet?

$1,000 says
Harley-Davidson beats Indian

in the dirt-track race.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Or is that a little too rich

for the new president
of Indian Motorcycles?

Come on, Randy. Be a sport.

Like you said,
we haven't raced in years.

I look forward to it.

I know what you're trying to do.
You think you can come here

and humiliate me in front of my peers?

We are gonna destroy you
on that track.

What are you doing?

I'm taking advantage of an opportunity.

No. It's not an opportunity

if you have to force our hand.

You're exposing us by relying on a bike
that doesn't even exist.

Walter, you cannot just
do whatever you want.

At least I'm doing
something. And, Bill...

Yeah. I get it. You need a
whole new motorcycle in a month.

Good man.

I saw you race at the Milwaukee
motordrome for Excelsior.

I race for Excelsior, Indian, Thor,

whoever gives me
the best chance to win.

Of course.

What were you doing
at the motordrome?

Looking for a rider
who excels on the flat.

That's you, Ray.

- Thanks.
- Welcome.

The flat?

Mr. Davidson, I excel at the whole race.

True, but you burn in the straight.

And that's what we're
looking for on the flat track.

Harley-Davidson racing the flats?

It's more controlled.

That way, we can introduce
our new bigger, faster machine.

Ray, it's gonna be a battleship
versus the light cruisers

you fly around on at the dromes,

a machine that will
make Indian eat our dust.

Hey.

You busy?

No.

Just laying on a beach
somewhere in a hammock,

watching the waves go in and out.

So, how's it going?

For better or worse,
Walter cast the dice on this one.

Everyone's watching this race,
and so we do what we have to do.

Yeah.

And do you really have time
to build a new machine?

Doesn't matter. I have to.

What is this?

Is this it?

This is power, control, and speed,

two speeds, actually.

This'll be different from
the saucers at the outset,

which means a clutch, which means

a lot more command of the bike.

Look, Art, I'll build a
machine that's big and exciting,

and you'll figure out how to sell it.

Yeah.

Okay.

Soon, Art.

Be careful with the RPM.

It's gonna be easy to
over-rev this machine.

- Adjustable air stream?
- That's right.

It allows twice as
much air to enter also,

so it's drawing more fuel
in the intake.

- So it doesn't need much.
- I got it.

Okay.

Not a bad turnout.

Yeah. It ain't great, either.

It's not the motordrome,
but give it time.

Word will spread.

We'll just see if it's as safe
as you and Bill claim it is.

Safer.

There's no such thing as safe racing.

That's Gene Walker, captain
of the Indian racing team,

holds the 100-mile record.

I heard about him, tough racer.

Yeah.

He doesn't have what we have.

Ladies and gentlemen,
five minutes to the race!

Welcome to the show, gentlemen.

I see you did the right thing.

If you can't beat 'em...

You mean bait 'em.

I'll see you after the race.

- How you feeling, Ray?
- Good.

I win this race, you buy
me a whisky afterward.

All you have to do is beat Indian.

Will do, Mr. Davidson.

I'll beat all of 'em.

It's Walter.

Gentlemen,

ready your machines!

Who the hell is that?

Shrimp Burns.

- Yeah!
- Hotshot kid!

Why isn't he racing?

He can't.

He's 16.

Yes! I'm here!

Whoo! Yeah!

Whoo!

- Whoo!
- Get on! Get out of here!

...

Come on, Ray!

On we go!

Come on, Ray!

Go, Ray!

Look.

How the hell did...

That's Shrimp.

He's all right. He's all right.

You see that?

Kid's not long for this world.

Go, Ray! Go!

Come on. Come on.

Come on, Ray!

Go! Go!

That's my boy.

Come on! Get in there!

No.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

No! God!

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Here comes Ray.

- Great job.
- Great race.

I would've won the damn thing
if it weren't for that Shrimp kid.

Hey, Randall.

You came in second.

Congratulations on missing the top spot.

Thanks.

We intend to do 1,000% better next time.

Oh, yeah. That.

I'm terribly sorry. I seem
to have forgotten my wallet.

Mm.

Look at this.

I knew we had a spike.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

What does it translate to?

It's... oh! Don't do that.

It's about 6%.

And that, gentlemen,
is after our first race.

- 6%?
- Yeah.

Now, if this is how we really intend
to catch up to Indian,

it's gonna eat up a
majority of Bill's time

as well as allocate
quite a bit of resources

in order to lift flat-track
racing from its lowly status.

- What resources?
- Incentives.

We can do, uh, giveaways, beer tents,

all compliments of Harley-Davidson.

Free beer?

Yes. Free beer.

Kegs are cheap.
Newspaper ads are not.

The entire goal is to
get people to the track.

But first,

we need to build a racing team.

I'll find us racers, winners too.

Uh, not winners, stars.

Let me worry about the racers.

What in the hell do you know
about putting a team together?

Listen. If I'm the one
who has to sell the idea

that flat-track racing isn't just

motordrome's redheaded step-child,

then you need to let me
stack the deck.

What's your name?

Otto Walker.

Hello, Otto Walker.

What do you want?

I'm looking for racers.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I am.

I'm Arthur Davidson.

I know who you are.

Good.

If your mum would be
all right with that.

Yeah? What if I take you on the bike?

Wow.

- You want to go now?
- Yes! Okay!

All right. I think it'd be great.

You know how to ride that?
Or is it just for looks?

I can ride this thing to kingdom come.

Good.

Then you won't mind switching brands.

...

You took them apart.
Now put them back together.

Come on! We don't got all day!

- Are you serious?
- Oh, you bet.

Arthur, they're kids.

So were you when we first started.

And the pretty boy.

You sure he's not still
on his mama's teat?

That pretty boy's gonna
bring the fans in droves,

fans who have long been
underrepresented at the track.

- He's lost his mind.
- Think he might be right.

Yeah. Fans won't be able to look away.

Not if they can't race.

You guys are gonna want to see this.

Outside.

Look!

Shrimp Burns.

He must've heard we were
putting a racing team together.

Hey there, fellas,
I thought I'd stop by,

let you know my birthday's next week.

Turning 17, legal racing age.

That kid's a nuisance!

Yep.

But I like him.

You don't say?

Don't be nervous. He likes you.

How do you know?

You're the only one
he actually looks at.

Hi, Joseph.

Hey, Joe.

You know, your little brother

barely talked to me when we first met.

And look at him now.

When I need him to talk,
he says nothing.

And when I need a little quiet,
he talks and talks and talks.

Look, I see you're drawing again.

It's fantastic.

Joe always loved to draw,
just like me.

Only he was better than...

How they doing?

They're all right.

Ice-cold.

Thanks.

You ride the new bike yet?

I haven't.

She's more than plenty.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Emma.

With this ring, I thee wed.

With this ring, I thee wed.

By the powers vested in me
by the city of Milwaukee,

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Art, Art.

Hey! Congratulations!

You made an honest woman out of her.

And Emma...

Which... which one of you is Emma?

My condolences to you.

Um,

not to distract from
my beautiful wife

on our wedding day...

I love you.

But I'd like to make
a quick announcement.

I'd like to introduce the newest member

of the Harley-Davidson racing team...

Shrimp Burns!

Come on! Let's get a drink!

...

Testing, one, two, three.

Our brand-new racing team.

Good afternoon, Randall.

- Mr. Lang!
- Mr. Carlisle.

Hello, everyone.

And welcome to Dodge City.

Hey, old man.

Where the girl scouts at?

What? Is Jones in the
bathroom putting on his makeup?

Otto giving him some help?

I'm gonna say this once.
I'm not gonna say it again.

I don't like your attitude,
and I don't like your style

on and off the track.

You know what? I'm glad you
brought that up, Mr. Weishaar.

'Cause when I get ahead of
you, which is inevitable,

all an old man like you needs
to do is ride in my draught.

You get off to the side,
you save some juice,

and you reduce your drag.

It's simple. It's simple.
It's like... it's like geese.

You know? Flying in a "V."

You got that, grandpa?

You stay the hell away from me.
And you stay away from my men.

You understand?

Give us a great time.

See a punk kid making a big show...

- Boys.
- But there are

- men on that track...
- Boys!

- who are risking their lives!
- Break it! Break it up!

That's enough.

Save it for the race.

Come on. You see? That's your bike.

Go get it ready for the race.

What the hell was that, Arthur?

This is the first race
with our new team.

Yeah. I know, Bill. I know.
Everybody's watching.

And we're about to place the future of
our company into the hands of two guys

who almost got into a fist fight
before the race even started.

They're the best racers on our team.

Yeah, they better be, Walt.

'Cause I've got the top
national reporters here

covering this race.

Oh, and I invited Mr.
Carlisle up from Milwaukee.

- Carlisle?
- Yeah, the banker.

Thought it'd be nice to put him
in the tent with the cheerleaders.

I thought that old Carlisle
brought his wife and kids to the race.

Well, apparently not today.

Five minutes to the race!

Five minutes to race.

Riders to the start.

Riders, make your way to the start.

Here we go, boys.

The all-new Harley-Davidson racing team

is about to usher in an all-new era

of flat-track racing.

Yep.

This is it.

Sink or swim.

Sink or swim.

There we go!

Look at that acceleration!

Ray Weishaar pulls ahead.

Shrimp Burns closing fast.

Harley's to the outside...

Harley not far behind.

Shrimp Burns burning it up,
and the crowd loves it!

It's getting hot out here.

Ray Weishaar makes his move.

Kid doesn't hold his
line in the corners.

Yeah! Yeah!

Hey, Ray!

Stay in my draught!

Ray's using Shrimpie's draft.

It's Indian in first.

Excelsior in tow in
Harley-Davidson's 5'3" spot.

The pack takes the corner.

Keep your line! Keep your line!

No one's slowing down in this one!

Burns is pushing Excelsior up.

Excelsior is down and out of the race!

There's the flag. It's the final lap!

There goes Harley.
That's Harley with the tough luck.

In the final stretch, it's Indian.

Ah! Come on, Ray!

But here comes the youngster,
Shrimp Burns, down the stretch!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

He's the man to beat!

Come on!

God damn it!

It's Harley-Davidson

taking one and two and Indian in third!

- Holy cow! How they do it?!
- Oh, yeah!

Shrimp Burns takes the
victory for Harley-Davidson!

- Whoo!
- Yeah! Yeah!

Ray Weishaar in second place.

Harley-Davidson taking
the first two slots.

- God damn.
- What a race!

Big day for Harley-Davidson!
Big day indeed!

And this crowd can't get
enough of Shrimp Burns.

Whoo! And he can't get enough of this.

And here comes Ray Weishaar
to congratulate Shrimp.

Oh! I spoke too soon, folks.

You think that's funny?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Let go of me!

What are you waiting for?

First and second-place winners

are congratulating each
other Harley-Davidson style!

That ain't a race team.
That's a wrecking crew!

Yeah! Whoo-whoo!

Yeah! Whoo!

Shrimp Burns!

There you go, sir.

What the hell is this?

Peace offering

to the man who likes
to hog the track.

Ladies! Gentlemen!

I'd like to thank you all
for participating

in this event today.

What you saw here today
was only the beginning.

With Harley-Davidson leading the way,

this will be the new era
of motorcycle racing.

One that pushes the
limits of engineering,

one that allows our dealers
to sell our bigger, faster,

new machines,

and one that lets our
exceptional race team,

the wrecking crew,

Demonstrate expert control

in extreme circumstances
on and off the track.

Here!

Oh, what a show. What a show!

Mr. Carlisle, we'll be
expecting a visit from you

when we get back
about securing a sizable loan.

- You got it, Art.
- Oh, have you met Chloe?

- Hi.
- Hello, Chloe.

Very nice to meet you, Chloe.

You see this?

This, this is more than an industry.

- This is a culture.
- Yep.

We can cultivate this.

We have to push the club idea.

You got comfortable
with this right quick.

I have to. I mean, if
we're gonna out-sell Indian,

this is how we do it.

Cheerleaders, beer tents.

All a dog-and-pony show.

What does that
have to do with racing?

Not a thing.

But it gets them to the track
to see our bikes.

Hey, we're racing again.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Not just racing.

Winning first and second
place with my guys.

Our guys.

Harley-Davidson's guys.

Another round for the house!

Line them up!

Come.

Shrimp Burns.

Come in. Come in.

Thank you, Hazel.

Yeah. Thank you, Hazel.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Shrimp Burns.

It's such a pleasure to
finally get to meet you.

How much, Mr. James?

E... excuse me?

How much more than Harley

are you gonna pay me to race for you?

Isn't that why I'm here?

Hot damn! Now, that's an engine!

She's heavier than the pocket valves
but she makes up for it in power.

- Eight valves, you say?
- That's right.

Can I?

- Whoa!
- Whoa!

Can't put this on the road.

Not yet.

That's a lot of juice, Bill,
even for a racing bike.

When?

It'll be ready by the next race.

Good.

What's this?

It's from Shrimp Burns.

...

Let's hear it for my boy,

my boy, Shrimp!

Whoo!

And there's the gun.

And they're off!

Both teams up front!

But here they come!

Shrimp Burns and Indian take the lead!

Shrimp Burns is burning it up.

- And the crowd loves...
- Indian in first.

Harley in second.

No-o-o-o-o-o!

The wrecking crew pull
off another victory!

It's gonna be close, folks!

He's the man to beat.

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

Burns gets the chequered flag.

You want to come over here,
feel like a winner?

Walt!

Indian is down!

Another win for Harley-Davidson!

Come on, sweetie.

It's a boy.

Hey.

Hold him.

It's true.

Nobody tells you that everything
changes when you have a baby.

Well, they do.

You just weren't paying attention.

Guys.

What is it?

Mm.

Okay.

- Okay. We knew this was coming.
- Yeah. It was inevitable.

I-I know. It's just this.

What does this mean for our guys?

As we have shortages,
we'll hire new workers.

Make sure everyone
knows when they return,

they can get their job
back if they want it.

Ray's okay.

He's over the limit.

Jones is 18.

And Otto?

20.

"The federal government
of the United States

hereby establishes the
federal fuel administration

to manage the use of coal and oil.

In order to provide enough
fuel for defence industries,

the fuel administration prohibits

non-essential industries

from unauthorised applications."

Mm-hm.

So in a nutshell...

No more races.

No more races.

Is that all you can think about?

No. Of course not.

But it does affect business.

Business?

Our business?

Our workers, our racers,
our friends are over there,

and we're talking about business?

Papers say this war's already
chewed up 40 million men,

- just like Joe in '98.
- I know.

No, you don't, Arthur!

We didn't start this war.

But if it's come to it,
we'll go into the military.

- Profit from war.
- No. No.

Bill, we're gonna give our guys an edge

with the rugged new war bikes
you're gonna build for them.

It's beautiful, Joe.

This the one you drew?

I love this lake.

I don't know if you heard, but

we're at war now.

We joined the Great War.

There's a draft on,

not like with you and
the Spanish-American.

Calling up over a million men.

I say we stay out of it.

Sending these kids to
their end, it's madness.

Walter actually wants
to work with the army,

build them

war bikes or something.

- It's good.
- What?

What was that, Joe?

You help.

You go help our boys, William.

...

You may go in now.

Who?

Which group?

The general says both.

We're using you both
because we need you both.

Indian and the Harley-Davidson
are number one and two,

and we expect your full commitment
at this critical time.

How many units are we talking about?

Well, to begin with,
the army general staff

is contemplating

25,000 from Indian and
15,000 from Harley-Davidson.

Uh, sir, our engineer
has taken the liberty

of drawing up a few, uh,

preliminary military applications

from our existing machines.

These are really very good.

Our entire engineering staff
is waiting to work on this

at a moment's notice.

Waiting to see
if you get the contract?

I'm waiting to hear your
specifications, General.

At this critical juncture,

we have little time
to waste on something

you needn't require.

Along with our full commitment,

Harley-Davidson is willing
to offer an exclusive

maintenance program
to the U.S. military.

In what capacity?

The Harley-Davidson
quartermaster training school.

We'll send technicians to bases

all around the country to
teach military personnel

how to fully maintain, overhaul, repair,

and, if necessary, scavenge parts

from one machine to another.

Oh, and, uh, all free of charge.

- Free of charge?
- Yes, sir.

At this critical juncture,

we feel that it's our obligation.

With the strain of
combat on man and machine,

Harley-Davidson finds
it absolutely imperative

that the American fighting man know how
to repair his motorcycle in the field,

rather than waiting
for maintenance crews

like the British and the
French and the German armies do.

Sir, American men already
know how to fix things.

Damn straight!

Why not let us give them
that extra advantage?

Let's make it 20,000 each to
Harley-Davidson and Indian.

Gentleman, thank you for your time.

- Thank you very much, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Ooh, they just cut their sales in half.

No. They just gained the edge.

Free quartermaster training school?

- Couldn't this ruin us?
- No.

This will not be our ruin.

This is about customer loyalty.

It's an addendum

to the Harley-Davidson
Motorcycle Clubs.

Only now, it includes
the entire U.S. army.

After the war, we'll
have an entire group

of loyal Harley-Davidson enthusiasts,

men to went to hell
and back on a machine

that they know inside and out,
that they love.

Our machine!

That means, group rides,
social mixers, clubs!

Damn, Arthur.

Goes on every bike with shipping.

It's not a hard part to make.

But we haven't filed...

Everyone's waiting!
They need to pour the mould.

Just make the part
and put it into production?

We don't have time for paperwork, okay?

They're basic pieces. Just get it done.

Bill.

Just... just give me one... one sec.

Hey.

We're going home.

It's over. And it's official.

We won.

War's been over for a week, Walter.

No. I mean, we won.

Look at this.

Oh, wow.

That is the first yank in Germany

on a Harley-Davidson.

This is something, boy.

We should send a copy to Randall.

Was thinking the same thing.

I'll give it to him in person.

They're racing next month in Kansas.

Really? Racing already?

War's over. Time to move on.

Plus Otto Walker's a war hero.

He was discharged early.

And Jones comes home in a week.

We're back, Art!

Listen, Walt. I got a
job at the dealership now.

Yeah.

What if this racing thing's a bust,
they don't take me back?

You want to sell them
or ride them?

People are already
flocking to the tracks.

Just wait until the
wrecking crew resurfaces.

Plus, we got a war hero.

Yeah, we do.

Look at what I brought back.

Holy hell! Let me see that thing.

It's German. Where'd you get this?

France.

I'm gonna wear it on the track.

- Yeah, you are.
- Of course, you are.

I can see you riding 90
down the flats in that, boy.

...

And over here are our
selection of Excelsiors.

I'm only interested in Harley-Davidson.

I hear that a lot.

After their army
quartermaster school program,

boys coming back only want Harleys,

just like yourself, mister...

Johnson.

Very good, Mr. Johnson.

Here, this needs a touch up.

Get it done.

Here's the newest model of Harley.

I'll take one of each,
new models and all.

Whatever series you have on hand,
and I will pay cash.

I'll have a truck pick
them up later tonight.

Excellent, Mr. Johnson!

Good to go!

Arthur, Arthur.

Look, uh, shipments are up.

Manufacturing is the same.

- We need more guys.
- How many?

Excuse me, gentleman.

- Good morning, Jane.
- Morning.

I'll talk to you later.

There's someone waiting
for you in the meeting room.

- Who?
- All three of you.

No, I mean, who's waiting for us?

Didn't say.

How may we help you?

Holy shit. You already did!

I was at Meuse-Argonne.

I... I want to shake
the hands of the men

who saved my life,

saved the whole battalion.

If it weren't for that Harley-Davidson,
none of us would be alive.

Yeah, we... we took a real
beating get back to our lines.

And German shells knocked me down.

That motorcycle was a mess,

frame bent, crankcase pouring oil.

But she was still running.

No.

Got me out of there, so I
could get a message back to HQ.

So thank you.

Are you kidding?

Thank you.

Absolutely.

I forgot something.

This is from all of us.
It's our battalion flag.

All the fellas signed it.

I want every part, piece, nut, screw,

washer, pin inventoried and
categorised for the research team.

And remember,
you've all signed a contract.

Not a word of this leaves the building.

What do you got?

Release the hounds.

Bill, I really like this new gas tank.

I call it the teardrop.
Gives it a sharp new look.

The new frame, uh,
makes the saddle 6 inches lower.

So it tweaks to the
rider's position slightly.

Now, this is just a
prototype, of course.

But we'll have iron-alloy pistons

to replace the aluminium slugs,

alemite fittings for
increased lubrication.

Yeah. But this gas tank, Bill,

I really like this rounded.

Rounded.

There's a letter for you.

- Who?
- All of you.

It's addressed to all of us?

Thank you.

We're being sued.

It's a class-action lawsuit

for infringement on the
patented clutch design

from Indian, Excelsior, a few others.

What?

This isn't anything.

Everyone steals from each other.

We didn't steal anything.

I designed the damn thing. I...

You just didn't patent it?

Well, apparently,
someone else did.

Why are they suing us now
over a 10-year-old patent?

We still use that clutch.

The same one?

Yes.

On how many machines?

The majority of them.

There may be

other parts, too.

What?

Over the years, yeah.

This could ruin us.

...

Not patenting a part

might've been common in the past.

Regardless, once someone holds patent,

it's grounds for litigation.

Given the scope of
unlicensed parts in use,

we strongly suggest
you settle out of court.

Unlicensed parts that I designed?

If you wish to counter-sue,
that is certainly your right.

How much is this gonna hurt?

A lot.

Considering how much
you're charging us counsel,

could you possibly be more specific?

Over $1 million.

Walter, thought I'd hear from you.

Sir, you can't be in here.

Hazel, it's fine. It's fine.

You organised this?

Got the others to join you?

Oh, yes.

It is unfortunate,

what with your record sales and all.

You couldn't stomach that we
overtook you. So you cooked this up.

Cooked up what?

You're the ones who failed
to protect themselves.

It's always been a
competition between us

but never backhanded,
never snaky like this.

We're businessmen, Walter.

We're businessmen.

The law is the law.

A patent is a patent,

no matter who originally
designed whatever.

I'm not a lawyer, Walter.

But I'm almost certain
that simple negligence

does not shield a company
from breaking the law.

We built better machines.
We're an honest company.

We're gonna fight this.

Thought you would. Oh, Walter.

Lawyers can be very expensive.

Have a good trip back.

Here's to breaking the law.

We haven't broken any laws.

I mean the whisky.

Right.

This is my fault.

No. No, it's not.

This was a collective lapse.

If we fight this, we'll lose.

Well,

none of the scenarios I've been
working on are very pleasant.

Which are?

If we fight and lose, it'll be $300,000.

$300,000?

Yeah, and then the settlement.

Which probably means bankruptcy.

Uh, if we fight and win,

it's still $300,000 to the lawyers.

And then we sit and wait

for the rest of the
patent suits to tumble in.

They'll pick us apart suit by suit.

Paying out?

Uh,

bankruptcy...

Probably.

If there's any way to hang on,
it'll mean layoffs,

losing entire production lines

and most likely closing the doors.

God damn.

Back to the shed.

No. This is my fault.

I won't disgrace your name.
Fire me, and save the company.

Art and I put you
under a lot of pressure.

And we sure as hell aren't,
now, letting you face this alone.

Yeah.

This is Harley-Davidson.

And if we go down,
it'll be as Harley-Davidson.

This is my fault.

I did...

I'll quit the company.

Go to the newspapers, or...

Art and Walter, they had
nothing to do with this.

This is me, mine, mine.

Hey.

Come here.

Come here.

I just wanted to make motorcycles.

That's all.

You're a good man.

You're a good man.

I told the lawyers to settle.

Pay them out, and get it behind us.

You did what?

What does this mean for us?

It means we have nothing, Bill.

Why would you do that?

Come on.

Look at what I found.

I don't believe it.

What?

Look.

I don't believe this.

Is this right?

Mm-hm.

Number one off the line,

no modifications.

Let me try.

- You got the front?
- Yeah. I gotcha.

Started up like nothing.

You hear that?

Serial number 1.

We built this 20 years ago.
It's still running.

You're right, Walter.

We start over from scratch.

We don't need to be number one.
It's about the machine.

We're Harley-Davidson.

We'll keep building motorcycles,
even if we have to do it in a shed.

Amen, brother.

Amen.