All language subtitles for Trading Paint (2019)

The leaders come off
turn two with only three laps to go.

Bob Linsky in the white number 33 car
has a razor-thin lead

on Cam Munroe
in the midnight blue number two.

These two have been scrapping it out

all season long here
in super late model racing.

They sure have, Jimmy.

Cam Munroe drives
for his dad and crew chief,

local racing legend, Sam "The Man" Munroe.

He might be the best dirt-track racer
I've ever seen.

And hold on right there!

Cam Munroe dives inside
with a slick pass on Linsky.

- He's done it!
- Yeah!

- Straight-up amazing driving.
- Yes!

This race is coming
right down to the wire here at Talladega,

with only one lap to go.

We might be seeing
a changing of the guard right here

with young Cam Munroe in the lead.

Can he hold onto the win?

Oh! Oh, no, no, no!

Smoke from under the hood
of the number two car of Cam Munroe.

Big problems rumbling here
for team Munroe.

That engine's been a problem all season.

And there goes
Bob Linsky ripping past Cam Munroe.

Looks like Cam Munroe
is gonna be a bridesmaid here tonight.

His car dying completely
just shy of the finish line.

The checkered flag goes up
for Bob "Lead Foot" Linsky,

who clinches the championship
with this win,

making it three titles
in a row for Linsky.

Well, Jimmy, racing has
a heck of a lot to do with the driver,

but you gotta have the car
to back it up on the track.

Yeah.
The Munroe car is fast when it runs,

but it's been plagued
by engine problems all season

and there's definitely no love lost
between Sam Munroe and Bob Linsky.

For sure.

I know Cam Munroe
will be back next season,

but right now it's Bob Linsky's moment
in the sun as he takes his victory lap,

and the fans here at Talladega
let him know they appreciate his win.

Yeah!

Having a good day for you!

David, would you mind helping Cam
load up his car?

I gotta go to work.

Super!

All right.

We're ready for you.

Pick your weapon.

- Gold.
- Gold, all right.

Bait your hook.

I'm not gonna have to touch a worm, am I?

Hell, no! I don't use worms.
I use hot dogs.

- Pinch a little off like that.
- Okay.

And we take our hook.
You gotta be careful with the hook,

and we just hook it on real good
so it doesn't fall off. All right.

Now, stand up.

Now, I'm gonna come
and reach around you like this.

I like this part.

Now, seriously,
why did you move down here?

- After the divorce...
- Yeah.

I just, I just needed
to get away from Steve and...

and everything that reminded me
of our life together, you know?

When I got offered a teaching job
at a reasonable salary

in this quaint little town,
I... jumped at the chance.

Well, I sure am glad you did.

Yeah, me too.

I opened up. What about you?

No, we don't have to talk about that.

No. It's all right. You're right.

You... told me your story.
Why can't I tell you mine?

Jen and I, we grew up together,

and she... she was the first girl I kissed.

You know,
we always knew we were gonna get married,

and she... she saw something in me
that nobody else did,

including my father.

I mean, I felt like
I could win races and bag trophies and...

and I did for a while.

What happened?

Well, she-she died and, it was,

- it was in a car accident.
- I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

It's a part of me, you know.

I don't know why I just thought of this.

When I was a senior in high school,
my friend Stumpy and I,

we got kicked out of school
for doing doughnuts in the parking lot.

And, it was my dad's '64 Galaxy.

And, just 'cause you
talked about school

or it just stirred up a school memory
or something.

What are doughnuts?

You like it? I've never done one before.

- Oh!
- This is my first time.

Oh, great!

Hey, champ!

Is that supposed to be funny?

Depends on how you look at it, I guess.

I can see you're all pissed off and...
and I guess I would be too if I was you.

What's that supposed to mean?

It just means that
you got a whole bunch of talent, son.

But it ain't gonna do you no good
'cause you got horseshit equipment.

Is there any point to this conversation
or do you just like to hear yourself talk?

I'm just trying to help.

Come on up and talk to me.

Just man to man. We'll have a chat.

No big deal, no pressure. No nothing.

No harm in listening.

I'm your friend. Don't forget it.

- Tell me about your hobby.
- Hobby?

- Yeah, racing.
- Hell, no.

Racing ain't no hobby.

It's more like a family tradition.

My-My Dad taught me, and I taught Cam.

- Your dad raced?
- Oh, hell, yeah.

And then my-my cousins still race,
and my uncles did race.

I- I think my mom would've raced too,

if-if my dad had let her.

Some of my best memories
are-are tied up with racing.

When I was 12, I...
my dad wanted me to ride so bad,

he took a seat
and bolted it into his race car.

And he, he didn't have
a second crash helmet,

so he asked me to use my football helmet,

and, we went around the track once
and by the end of that time, I was sold.

This was for me.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I'm gonna eat it.
I'm gonna eat it.

You can have it.

There you are.
I finally got her to calm down.

She's getting so big.

Please say something.

- Like what?
- Anything.

You haven't said a word
since you got home.

I talked to Bob Linsky today.

Why'd you talk to him?

He offered me a job running
his service center.

You know how much extra money
that would pay?

Is that all you guys talked about?

He's entering a new car next season.

He wants me to drive it for him.

- You already have a ride.
- I know.

You're not thinking of taking him up
on his offer, are you?

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Riding for your dad is one thing,

but riding for that son of a bitch
is dangerous,

in more ways than one.

I hate to think what your dad would say.

I don't care what he'd say!

This is my life we're talking about,
Cindy, not my father's.

Great, now you made her cry.

This is what I'm talking about.
We live in this lousy tin can,

and we can't even have a conversation
without waking the baby.

This tin can happens
to be your family's home.

Look, what you want me to do?
You want me to be a loser all my life?

I want to win races.

I want to be a champion,

but that's something I'll never be
racing for my dad.

Have you talked to him about this?

Look,
it's bad enough riding for someone else,

but riding for Bob Linsky?

You know that won't fly with your dad.
He'll fire you, son or no son.

- Big frigging deal.
- Cam, it is a big deal.

We got a baby now.
What are we gonna do for money?

I told you that if I drive for Linsky,

he said he'll give me a job
at his service center.

I can't believe you trust this guy.

Two-fifty. Two-fifty.

Two hundred.

Tax.

Hey, you.

I wish I could get this man
to pay his bills.

Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure. Pull up a chair.

All right. What's on your mind?

I don't want you take this the wrong way,
but I think it's time I made a change.

All right. Let's hear it.

I'm not gonna race for you anymore.

What was that? What did you just say?

I'm not gonna drive for you anymore.

I've thought about it a long time.

There's no other way.

Hell, I thought you liked racing too much
to give it up.

I'm not giving up racing.

Oh, now, son, how you gonna pull that off?

You know
you don't have the money for that.

I accepted an offer from Bob Linsky.

- Linsky?
- Take it easy.

- I know you don't like...
- "Don't like him" is an understatement.

He's a snake. He's a piece of shit.

You get involved with the likes of him,
and I guarantee you'll get hurt.

Please try to understand.

- No, I understand perfectly.
- No, you don't!

- Oh, yes, I do!
- With Linsky in my corner,

I'm gonna be an instant competitor
for the championship.

Championship means more than your father?
It means more to you than your loyalties?

It means more to you than your blood?

- Now, I did not bring you up that way.
- Believe me,

not racing for you is the hardest decision
I've ever had to make.

Apparently not.

Hold on. Ho-ho-hold on.

You're fired.

Fucking Linsky!

Cindy, wait up! Hey!

Wait up! Cindy! Hey!

What did you want me to do?

I know I should've told you first, okay?

How we doing, Sam? I'll have a beer.

Thank you.

Just trying to drown my sorrows.
That's all.

You wanna tell me about it?

That bad? I hear ya.

Ooh.

You wanna give me a hint?

I'll take that as a no.

Hey, I got an idea.
Why don't you and me go fishing?

Shit, we haven't been fishing in years.

Come on. It'll make you feel better.

I'll pick you up early in the morning.
We'll go down to our-our fishing hole.

Come on. It'll just be like old times.

So, if it ain't
the great Sam "The Man" Munroe.

Fuck you, Jack.
I ain't signing no autographs tonight.

Autograph?

It's been a long time
since you were somebody.

Hey, can't you see
the man wants to be left alone?

What's it been, Sam?

Five, six years since you even won a race?

Don't push it, Jack.

- No, no. Let him.
- Hey...

- Let him.
- We always got next year.

You may finish in the top ten.
Hell, you may even win a race.

But I doubt it. What am I thinking?

Not in that shitty equipment that you got.

But hey, don't take my word for it.
Ask your son.

Ooh.

I told him not to push.

He thinks it's all about equipment.

I'm gonna prove to him
I'm still the better driver.

- Watch your step.
- He thinks I'm nothing.

I'm a good man.
He'll remember it when I die.

He'll remember that I'm a good man.

He knows you're a good man now.

No, he don't. He... No, he don't.

All right. End of the line.

Home sweet home. Ready?

I'm fine.

You sure coldcocked him.

All right. Watch your step.

Right here in this rocker here.

Here we go.

You gonna be all right? Okay.

Night, killer.

Oh, God.

Sam?

Sam?

Hey. I gotta be dreaming.

How are you?

- I'm good.
- What time is it?

What happened to your hand?

- Jack Dunn.
- Who is Jack Dunn?

That's a good question.

You know this looks pretty bad.

Oh, hell, it's fine.
I just need some aspirin.

I drank too much last night.

Well, I need to get you inside.
I want to put some ice on this.

- Come on.
- Well, that's mighty neighborly of you.

Oh. Come on in.

- Welcome.
- Let me bandage this.

- Got any Band-Aids?
- In the garage.

Please don't do that.

I'm sorry. I was just taking a look.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have snapped at you.

Don't worry about it. Is this a '70?

I'm impressed. How'd you know that?

Growing up, my dad always had Mustangs.

How long have you had it?

A long time.

Does it run?

Been a while.

Oh, boy.

Running like shit.

That would be that big goddamn
boat anchor you got there.

Face it, Sam.
You need a new bullet under that...

I don't got that kind of money.

Well, you better find it, because
you're gonna end up looking like a fool.

I'm fine with what I got.

You've been saying that
for the last three years.

Look where it's gotten you.
I'll tell you where. Nowhere.

You're starting to sound like Cam.

- Well, I hate to say it, but Cam is right.
- I don't wanna talk about it.

That's what a motor sounds like.

I'll be damned.

What'd you think of that, kid?

It's a fast son of a bitch?

- Never been in anything faster.
- Goddamn right.

All you gotta do now is just
do the same thing when it counts, right?

Listen, if anything goes wrong
with that heap of shit,

you let me know,
and I'll fix it right up for you, okay?

All right.

Good job.

Twelve laps of racing action
in the super late model division.

There will be three heats

with the top six cars
going to the main event.

The rest of the cars go to the trailer.

It's time to pound the dirt
in the first heat of the night.

Here we go!

We have Cam Munroe in the lead
in a brand spanking new ride,

now racing for Bob Linsky's team.

That's right.
Like a true Southern soap opera.

Cam jumped ship to Linsky's team

and he's got a shiny new ride

that is fast as thunder and lightning
all tied up in a bow.

His dad's not happy.

Here comes the checkered flag
for Cam Munroe

as he takes heat number one
in super late model.

That kid is gonna be a winner one day.

That's if his father is not in the race.

- I'm telling you.
- You're very sentimental.

Yes, I am, but I can judge character.

This is mine now.

We're nearing the end of heat number two,

and this one has been
all Bob "Lead Foot" Linsky tonight.

He's picking up
right where he left off last season

with that badass number 33 car.

Hell, it even seems faster,
if that's possible.

Tonight, we are seeing the return

of one of the greatest drivers
to ever grace the dirt oval.

Sam "The Man" Munroe.

Certainly no driver
has won more races here,

but Sam hasn't driven
on a track in six years.

So he's gotta be rusty.
And now he's mixed up

in the crazy soap opera
that has his son, Cam,

racing for his old archrival Bob Linsky.

Hell, you can't write this any better.

Heat number three is winding down,

and Sam Munroe seems
to have shaken off the cobwebs

and is leading. Can he hold on?

And Sam Munroe takes the victory here
in heat number three,

putting on a clinic in old-school,
hard-nosed, dirt track racing.

It's going to be an interesting
main event tonight, folks.

Sam Munroe and his son, Cam Munroe,
will be going toe-to-toe

right up in the front of the pack

with the bad boy of dirt track himself,
Bob Linsky.

Should be extremely entertaining

as there was never any love lost between
Sam Munroe and Bob Linsky.

Eighteen cars on the track.

Here we go!

The green flag drops,

and the family reunion is in full force
tonight in Talladega, Alabama.

Power racing
right from the start here tonight,

with Linsky and Cam Munroe already
starting to walk away from the field.

Sam Munroe included.

Ijust don't know
if Sam has the machine

to hang with Linsky's new cars.

There they are, side by side.

It's Linsky and Cam Munroe
looking like figure skaters

putting on a show for the crowd.

And Linsky pulls out in front now.

Here comes Sam Munroe
barreling around the outside

going for a gutsy pass on his son.

Sam Munroe and Linsky,
two of the best ever,

tangled going into turn one.

This crowd loves it.

It's Cam Munroe,

Linsky and Sam Munroe
battling back and forth now.

And there goes Sam Munroe around Linsky.

- Wow, how does he do that?
- Bob Linsky

immediately gives him a hard bump
and says,

"Welcome back to the dirt, Sam. "

Sam Munroe slams right back into Linsky,

closing the door on his attempted pass.

Wow!

These two old veterans are trading paint
now like it's a demolition derby.

Wow,
that was a pure power move right there.

The gloves are off, and we are
in an old-fashioned street fight now.

Cam Munroe around Linsky. Wow.

The white flag is out. One lap to go.

Wait a second!

Cam Munroe slides in next
to his dad trying to pass for the win.

Sam Munroe holds on
and takes the victory

in an incredible race!

Sam's first race back in six years,

and he looks like he hasn't lost a step.

And here he is,
ladies and gentlemen,

your winner tonight, Sam "The Man" Munroe!

Give him a round of applause, everyone!

Yeah!

That was one hell of a race, folks!

Give it up for Sam Munroe!

I wish I could've seen lead ass's face

when you spun him out.

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, who put the buzz kill bee
in your bonnet?

Geez, you ought to be proud of yourself.

That's some of the best racing
you've done in years.

Hey, Dad?

I just want to say, good race.

Did you get your tools from the garage?

What?

Did you get your tools from the garage?

I'll come by tomorrow after work.

Be sure you do that.

Hey. How are you?

Good.

Sam, you okay?

Cam, he's in there.

I just don't know what to do about him.

Don't worry.
You just gotta give it some time.

Yeah. Yeah.

You guys will figure it out.

Yeah.

Would it help if I talked to him?

Hell, I don't know.

You all right with that?

- Of course.
- Well, if you are, I guess.

- I'll give it a try.
- All right.

I'll see you later.

Oh, my God. You.

Hey.

- Cam, why are you doing this?
- Doing what?

Driving for Linsky.

You know,
it's breaking your father's heart.

Is it?

You know it is.

Well, hearts get broken now and then.

That's why I've been after Dad
to sell this monster.

It's just been sitting here untouched...
for years.

It's not doing anybody any good.

But you know how stubborn he is.

Like father, like son?

Dad bought the car for Mom as a gift
after he won his fifth championship.

About a half hour after they left,
it started raining pretty hard,

and something happened.

Dad lost control...

and I lost my mom.

Oh... Cam.

And you keep racing.

It's what Mom would've wanted.

Racing's in our blood.

Welcome back to Trading Paint.

I'm your host, Sheriff Buck Taylor.

Well, folks, we have a very special guest
in the studio today.

A man who stands third in points
with five races yet to go.

Our local legend, Sam "The Man" Munroe.

Well, Sam, I want to be
the first to welcome you back.

You haven't been on the show in a while,
have you?

No, I haven't, and I appreciate it.
Thanks for having me back.

All right.
Well, I've got to ask you a question

that's on the minds
of all the racing fans out there.

Well, all right.

What is going on
with you and your son, Cam?

Well, nothing really.

I mean, we just happen
to be in the same race series, that's all.

Yes, but it is unusual.

No. No.
Fathers and sons always,...

race against each other.

It's not unusual at all.

True.
But he is driving for your main rival.

Now, look. My son is a hell of a driver.

He ought to be,
'cause I taught him everything he knows.

But he wants to win,
like all the drivers do on the racetrack,

including myself.

So, I guess he decided to...
to drive for someone else.

He thought he might have
a better chance of winning.

Got you. Oh, we got a call coming in.

- Hello, you're on the air.
- Sam, I just wanna say,

I'm a big fan of yours,
and you'll always be the champ.

Well, I appreciate it. Thank you.

Will you do me a favor, please?

Anything for a fan.

Would you blow that loser,
Bob Linsky, right off the track?

Oh, she's feisty, ain't she?

Well, why-why don't you consider it done?

Now, I don't normally speak ill
of the drivers.

You guys have a dangerous job.
But that "Lead Foot" Linsky,

that's a total loser.

The slimiest, backstabbing,
son of a skunk who ever stole a car race.

Well,

I think you took the words
right out of my mouth, ma'am.

That gives you a free pass

for speeding tickets.

Oh, she's a pistol.

She's a pistol.

Well, listen, folks,
you heard it first right here.

He's gonna blow him off the track.

Well, Buck, I appreciate it.

Good evening, and welcome
to one of the biggest races of the year,

the Ford 50.

This super late model race
is one of the tightest we've ever had

with three racers vying for the top spot
in the series championship.

Hey, buddy.

You know what?

Your father is getting...

a little bit too far ahead of me
in the points thing.

And, it's just fucking points,
you know, but...

in the end it means a lot, so...

What the hell am I gonna do about that?

You asking me
to intentionally wreck my dad?

I'm not asking.

You wanna win? Let's win.

The super late model action
is nonstop tonight

with three laps to go in the main event.

Its' been a family affair,
featuring a rough and tumble,

back-and-forth battle
between Sam Munroe and his son Cam.

Sam leads
with Cam knocking on his back door

as they start to hit lapped traffic.

Cam looking for an opening to pass,

and his dad just keeps slamming the door.

And there goes Cam Munroe
on the inside.

He's really punching it hard.

Father and son, side by side.

Neither man is willing to give.
Both pulling out all the stops.

This is what southern racing
is all about, right here.

There's not an ounce of quit
in either of these Munroe boys,

but something's gotta give here
with one lap to go!

They are grinding hard
down the back stretch,

still neck and neck.

And it looks like Cam is backing off now.

Sam Munroe
charges hard down the front stretch

and takes the checkered flag!

Wow. That win puts him way out in front
of the points championship,

with a comfortable lead over Bob Linsky.

I guess this is the point
where you tell me I'm fired.

That would make sense.

Actually, no. I kind of knew you'd never
intentionally hurt your father.

It was a bad call.

I apologize.

Let's load up the trucks
and get the hell out of here.

We've got a big day at work tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

You know what?
I'm getting tired of both of them.

- Father and son.
- Hell, I'm your guy.

Just give me the opportunity, buddy,
I'll take their ass out.

- Consider it done.
- I live for it.

I just wanna say I appreciate
all of y'all coming out tonight,

'cause this community means a lot to me.

Now, I know some of y'all
are concerned about me retiring.

But I've been racing for 70 years,
and I've worked hard at it,

and I'll be 85 in a month from now.

So I think I deserve a little retirement
to spend more time hunting and fishing,

and that's what I plan on doing.

You know,
you look like a little tense tonight

so I think I'll tell you
an old folk's joke,

since I'm an old folks.

You know, this old man was sitting
on the curb, and he was crying...

I think you've had enough
to drink tonight.

Why don't you let Cindy take you home?

Why don't you mind your own business?

Now, come on.
Let me take you out to the truck,

and I'll tell Cindy
you're waiting for her.

I don't need your help.

Now, come on. Everybody needs help.

That's why you have family.
That's why you have friends.

Why don't you cut the crap,
and let's just get out of here.

- Come on.
- What do you know about family, Pop?

I mean, seriously, and
I'm not talking about no Sunday dinners

and birthday parties with Grandma.

Do you have any idea
what it's like to be me?

My job is hanging by a thread,

and I got a son of a bitch boss
I can't even trust.

That didn't have to be.

Well, anyways, you're a winner now,
finally again.

That's exactly what you wanted.

- It's the way it should be.
- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

What are you talking about?

Dad, every day I look into Cindy's eyes,
and I see it right there.

She's losing faith in me,
a little more every day.

That is bullshit.

How on earth would you know that?

We never talked about nothing important.

Cam, that ain't true.

"Racing is everything.
It solves all your problems. "

I've been listening to that stupid shit
since I was a kid.

Now, Cam, I never heard this before.

- You never complained about this before.
- Like I had a choice.

You... Well, you do have a choice.

It's your life now.
No one can tell you how to run your life.

Damn right! Not you, not Cindy,
not my goddamn boss.

Calm down.
You're working yourself up over nothing.

Okay? Now, I-I thought...

You thought you raised me better, right?

Ain't that what you always saying?

Look, just let me do it my way.

Stay out of my life. You got it?

Right between the eyes.

Good.

- We gotta go.
- What?

I just had a fight with my father.

- Oh, my God. What, now?
- Yes, fucking now.

- We gotta go home.
- Honey, you just...

I'm not talking about it.

You just had a fight with him now?

Oh, my God, when are you gonna grow up?

Is this seriously gonna continue?

Just leave.

The action is fast and furious

as Bob Linsky
leads Cam Munroe, Dallas Cooper,

and Sam Munroe
in a spectacular main event.

This has been
an absolute dogfight here tonight.

My man!

It looks like there's something going on

right now with Jack Dunn
in the number 57 car.

Yeah.
Jack Dunn seems to be slowing down

and waiting for the leaders to catch up.

What's he got up his sleeve?

Dunn just do-si-do's aside
and lets Bob Linsky slip right by him.

It's craziness out there.

The super late model action
is nonstop tonight.

And look out!

Jack Dunn and Cam Munroe get tangled up
coming out of turn number four!

Sam Munroe
crashes into his son's car at full speed.

Cam!

Oh, no.
It's a broadside hit from Cam Munroe.

You hate to see anything
like this happen in a race.

Let's hope Cam Munroe is okay, folks.

Oh, my God! I'm going out there!
Let me get out.

- Cam!
- Cam! Cam!

Come on, Cam. Cam.

- Cam?
- You okay, buddy?

Cam! His visor! Get his visor open!

- For God's sake, he can't breathe!
- We got him.

- Get back.
- We're just trying to help.

- That's my fucking son.
- We're just trying to help.

- We're just trying to save his life, Sam.
- What you got?

- Back up, please.
- No, that's my son!

- I understand.
- Take the shade off!

- Take the fucking shade off.
- You gotta get back.

- Sam, you gotta get back.
- He can't breathe!

How the fuck do you...? He can't breathe!

We gotta get him away from the fire.
We gonna get him out of here, Sam.

The car's on fire. We gotta get out.

Got him. One, two, three, up.

Dr. Forest, dial 182,
please. Dr. Forest, please dial 182.

How's my son?

Your son suffered different fractures
to both of his legs.

Will it affect his walking?

With time he should make a full recovery.

When can we see him?

Not right now.

All right.
Well, you-you tell us when we can.

Of course.

Thank you. That's good news, really.

Fractures.
He's tough. He'll get through that.

Sam.

- Thanks for watching Abby.
- That's no problem.

Are you gonna go see him again?

He really wants to see you.

- I'm not so sure about that.
- Why would you say that?

I don't know. Just all we've been through.

And I think we might just be better...

If what? You don't go see your son?

He still loves you, you know?

- He looks up to you.
- Really?

Yeah.

You know something?
We're lucky to have you.

I- I think you're the only one
keeping this family together.

Promise me you'll go see him.

I promise.

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

- Can I come in?
- Sure.

- Got some magazines.
- Thanks.

- You can put them on the table.
- All right.

How you feeling?

I am not really feeling much of anything.

They got me on this morphine drip.

And not being able to move
is driving me fricking crazy.

I know.

But we gotta get you well.

And I know you. You're just like me.

You-You feeling a little better,
you'll overdo it. So...

don't do nothing stupid.

- How are you?
- All right.

Listen,...

the other night at dinner,

you said a few things
that got me thinking, and,...

I just want to say I'm sorry
if I fucked up as a dad.

I meant well.

You don't need to apologize.

It wasn't easy on either of us,
losing Mom.

But I still should've been there
more for you.

And I promise I will be from now on.

- Don't you hate me?
- Oh, son. I could never hate you.

But I left you for Linsky.

I don't care how many times you leave me,
I will always be there.

I gotta tell you something.

After he didn't get into the main event,

Linsky was scared
of you gaining points on him.

He wanted me to crash you out of the race.

That son of a bitch.

Why didn't you tell me?

I also didn't want to admit I was wrong
and you were right.

I'm sorry I fucked up.

Let me tell you something.
You are a good man.

You're a good father,
and you're a good husband,

and that's all that matters.

I want you to come back to me.

We'll do it right this time.
No half-ass measures.

I want you in the racing seat.

Who would be better to continue
the Munroe racing legend than you?

Are you serious?

Damn straight. Hundred percent.

Yeah. Yeah.
I guess we can salvage some of it.

The block is cracked.

Dirty damn shame though,
you coming so close.

Yeah.

I guess that don't matter much now anyway,
does it?

Nope.

Remember a few weeks back,
you spoke about your brother

who said something about some guy
that was building a new late model?

Yeah.

Do you think that guy
would be interested in selling?

I don't know.

But if he was willing to sell it,
it would cost you a pretty penny.

Yeah.

My brother, he said,
the guy always bought the best, so...

Well, do you have a pretty penny?

Sam, you can't... I'm sorry, sir.
I couldn't stop him.

That's okay, honey. I-I got it.

- Would you close the door?
- Yeah.

So what do I owe this pleasure?

Is the offer
for the Mustang Boss still on the table?

I remember a guy who said that

he was never ever gonna sell that car,
no matter what.

It had some kind of sentimental value
or some goddamn thing.

So, why now?

I'm retiring from racing.

All right.

That's it?

Yeah, that's it. What do you
want me to do? Jump up and down?

Well, I thought you'd be happy
I'd be out of your way.

Now there's no one that can stop you
from winning that sixth championship.

Oh, I'm happy as hell.

Sam "The Man" Munroe
is gonna retire from racing.

Sure, that makes me very happy.
Sounds good. Don't feel great.

In fact, I'm kinda disappointed.

- I don't understand.
- Oh, yes, you do, man.

I want to win that championship,
and I want to win it from you.

I want to win it fair and square,
right in front of all your adoring fans.

Okay? And what's it gonna look like...

if I win the race
and you ain't even in it?

That-That's not my concern.
My concern is my family.

I feel awful sorry for Cam and I'm...

really sad for what happened,
but that's racing.

You wouldn't understand. Trust me.

You don't give me much credit, do you?

You know, maybe you oughta try me,

'cause maybe I might have
a little bit more brains

than you give me credit for.

A car and racing doesn't mean nothing,

when you got a child lying
in a hospital bed.

That's very touching.

You don't believe me.

As a matter of fact, I do believe you.

You want to buy it or you don't?

I'll send somebody over to pick it up.

But don't bother. I'll drive it myself.

Okay, everyone.
Open your history book to chapter five.

- James, sit down.
- You gotta come check this out!

- Class! Jacob! Madeline!
- Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- Look at all the smoke.

Might want to get her washed.

Hey, you.

I just wanted to let you know
that I'm going out of town

and I'll be back tomorrow late.

I'm going to look at a race car.

Because I have something to tell you,

and I wanted to tell you in person.

I think I'm in love with you.

I... I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

I'll see you tomorrow,
then we'll talk about it.

Drive safe.

How y'all doing?

- Good.
- How are you?

Good. I know you got here
as quick as you could,

but I got something in there
that'd get you here quicker.

You must be Stumpy.

What gave me away? You must be Ben.

Yes, sir. And that means you're Sam?

- Sam.
- Pleasure meeting you, Sam.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yes, sir. Well, boys.

- Let's take a look.
- All right.

Come on.

So what do we got?

Got a Rocket chassis,
Clements race engine,

Bert transmission.

It's got a Franklin rear end.

It's got a C&R radiator.
It's got AFCO shocks.

It's got Dave Smith 750 carburetor,
the best one you can buy.

You've got a sweet steering rack,
ButlerBuilt seats,

Performance Friction brakes,
Schoenfeld headers.

- I got it all.
- You got a big bunch of boxes.

How much is here?

I got everything it takes
for y'all to complete this car.

Well, would you take 80 cash?

Damn, man. That's hurting me a little bit.

I gotta have what I put into it.

And, I need at least 85.

I ain't got the 85.

You like bikes?

Yes, sir. I dabble.

Well, how about this?

80 cash and a trade.

Well, that depends.

What's the trade?

Fully restored '51 Panhead motor.

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

- I can't let you do that.
- I already done it.

We got a deal?

- '51 Panhead motor?
- Yep.

- Fully rebuilt?
- Yeah.

I'll bet my leg on it.

That's a deal.

Sam, it's a good deal.
It's a good deal, Sam. Ain't kidding.

- Appreciate it.
- Thank you, Sam.

- Take care.
- So long, Ben.

All right, Stumpy. Let's win some races!

Stumpy, you are out of your mind.

It's good to pay a long overdue debt.

You don't owe me nothing.

Hey, I wonder what Linsky will be thinking

when he sees us pull up
to the track next season

with this badass mother.

Goddamn!

Steady. Steady.
Little more Sam, that's it.

- One more roll.
- Oh, hey, right there, right there.

I need me a beer.

Oh.

Oh.

- Thank you, pretty woman.
- You're welcome.

- You look like you could use one.
- Oh, thank you.

Do you mind telling me what happened?

No. I-I don't mind. Sam?

- You never told her the story?
- No, I did not.

Well, have yourself a seat,
and I'll tell you the story about...

how I got my nickname,
and how Sam here saved my life.

- Sam saved your life?
- Yes, he did.

Well, I ain't no beggar.

I think sometimes he regrets it though.

Was it a racing accident?

I wish. Because of this leg,
I never got my chance to race.

What happened?

Well, it was,
the hottest day of the summer.

The summer of '73 to be exact.

Me and Sam, we decided to go down
to our favorite fishing hole,

and we were down there a couple of hours.

But for some reason, the fish,
they just weren't, weren't biting.

I mean, no matter what we tried,
bacon, worms, rooster tails.

Should've used hot dogs.

- You and your damn hot dogs.
- I'm just saying.

I don't remember
you catching any fish that day.

That's 'cause I didn't have any hot dogs.

Oh, if you're finished making light
of my lost leg,

I'd like to get on with my story.

Sorry. Go right ahead.

I decided to go down the bank
around 50 feet and try my luck.

So, I-I cast my line in
and waited for a few minutes.

Nothing.

So, I started to reel her in,
and I got my-my line caught on a...

snagged on a weeds
or some old tree trunk or something,

and so I waded out
to try to get her unhooked,

and that's when I found out
why the fish weren't biting.

Why?

Gator. Twelve-foot, a hungry alligator.

- It was more like eight-foot.
- God.

Hey. If it's a gator chewing off your leg,
you can call it eight-foot, all right?

But it's my leg and it's my story,
and that gator was 12-foot.

- All right, all right, all right.
- Okay?

I apologize, I made a mistake.
It was 12-foot.

- So...
- Might have been 15-foot.

- Twelve-foot.
- Or 20.

Anyway. So, that giant 12-foot alligator,

he got ahold of my leg
and he started to drag me under.

Well, I just figured I was a goner.

And then Sam... he grabs both my arms.

So, there I am stuck in a tug of war,

Sam on one side, gator on the other.

The next thing I remember,
I was in the hospital.

And that's when I found out
that Sam here, he,...

he tied his belt around
what was left of my leg.

He hauled me all the way up the road,

flagged down a car,
and took me to the emergency room.

And I'm lucky to have Sam as a friend.

- Ain't that right, Sam?
- Yeah, lucky.

- Yeah.
- It ain't nothing, really.

I... Anybody would have done it.

- Anybody would've done it?
- Yeah. Come on.

Oh, come on. You're my hero.

- What are you doing here?
- Abby's asleep.

- What are you doing here?
- He's inside.

Sorry.

Hey. How you feeling?

You're getting old, Stumpy.

You better watch your mouth, young man.
I'm gonna have to k-kick your butt.

Oh, yeah? With which leg?

With the stump,
then I could leave it in your butt.

Good afternoon,
and welcome to Champion's Race Weekend,

here at the Talladega Hornet's Nest.

- Good luck, and stay safe. Okay?
- Thank you.

- You're all set.
- Thanks, Pop.

All right. Lemme help you out.

Time to trade some paint. You ready?

I sure am, Pop.

I'm proud of you, son.

Tonight we welcome
the return of Cam Munroe,

who six months ago was barely able to walk
after a horrendous crash

where he was hit by his father, Sam.

This is the most important race
of the year, folks,

and you're gonna be trackside.

There's the rumble
of 900 horsepower times 24,

featuring the best super late model racers
in the entire country.

And here comes the green flag

to start the action
for the 16th Annual Champion's Race.

They take off with a thundering power

so loud it's literally shaking my seat.

A lot of history
with Cam Munroe and Linsky.

Some folks around these parts
think Linsky orchestrated Cam's crash.

And to say there's bad blood between
the Munroes and Linsky, well, I say...

That's an understatement for sure,

as the racing action starts
to get hot and heavy.

Side by side,
Munroe and Linsky come off turn two.

They're going at it like
a couple of prizefighters here tonight.

It's a super tight race with
Linsky holding onto the slimmest of leads.

Two laps to go
in an epic championship race.

Bob Linsky and Cam Munroe
letting it all hang out tonight.

Linsky dive-bombs Munroe.

Munroe spins towards
the bottom of the track.

Linsky spins out Cam Munroe
and keeps the lead.

Wow!
Cam Munroe is completely stalled out

coming out of turn two.

There's the yellow caution flag
for the rest of the field.

Cam Munroe needs to get his car started

before Linsky makes it around to lap him,
or he is disqualified.

Linsky would love that.

Unfortunately,
time is running out for Cam Munroe

as Linsky approaches.

This will end it for him.

Hang on! Cam Munroe's car fires up!

He's got a chance here, folks!

There goes Cam Munroe like a rocket!

He's gotta get
all the way around the track now

to catch the rest of the field
with only two laps to go.

Cam is revving that car up to full speed,

and he's gonna try to time it just right

to slingshot into the pack
as the green flag comes out.

Here comes Cam Munroe like a bullet,

slingshotting his way into the pack.

He's flying,
passing two and three cars at a time.

Can he even get close to Linsky?

Yeah.

Munroe slips by two more cars,

and now he's in second place!

I've never seen anyone
carve through heavy traffic like that.

Dead even coming off turn number four
and down the front straightaway.

Is it possible
for him to pull off a miracle?

Checkered flag comes out.
Only one lap to go.

Linsky's in the lead.
Everything on the line.

Cam Munroe is storming after Bob Linsky.

Munroe cuts inside,
has the line! He has the line!

He has the line!

I love you.

Wow, what an incredible performance.

Incredible.

Congratulations on the victory, Cam.

Thanks! Thank you.

After the spin out,
you charged through the rest of the field,

and everyone here in the crowd
was on their feet rooting for you.

It was amazing.

Well, I wish I could
take all the credit for it, but...

I have to give a big shout out to my pop.

I wouldn't be here without you.

You're my hero. I love you.

I love you too.

When we lost Mom, you were my rock.

I have had no one but you, so I love you.

- I love you, Pop.
- I love you too.

And, to my beautiful wife, Cindy.

Baby, I'm so truly blessed
to have you by my side.

Thank you.

Let's all hear it
for our winner, Cam Munroe!

Hey!

- Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
- Yes!

Did you make a wish?

Don't forget one for Abby.