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[Upbeat music]

[Engine revving]

[Engine roaring]

[Brittany] Ever since I was a little girl,

I've always loved cars.

My father was an amateur stock car driver,

and I guess you could say

I inherited my love of racing from him.

[Father] You're gonna be a race car driver someday, baby.

[Brittany] Last year, my dad passed away.

You're probably thinking he died in a car crash.

No, it was cancer that got him,

not racing.

So, today,

on the anniversary of his death,

I decided to finally do what I've always wanted to do.

[Engine roaring]

[Engines roaring]

[Andrew] Hey there.

You must be Brittany.

- Hi, yes. - I'm Andrew.

I'll be your instructor.

Nice to meet you, uh...

Wait, are you... Andrew James?

In the flesh.

You're teaching now?

Well, just for a little while,

and only a few select students.

I don't want to sound like a groupie,

but I used to watch you race at Nascar.

[Laughs]

Well, on the TV, at least.

Oh, did you see me crash?

[Engines roaring]

That was a bad day.

[Laughs]

Yeah, tell me about it.

But you survived.

That's the main thing.

Yeah, sure did.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Brittany.

[Gentle music]

Okay, so that about covers the fundamentals.

So, to sum up today's lesson,

you gotta establish reference points

in order to determine the optimal path

you should be driving, better known as...

- The line. - Exactly.

And keep your eyes on the road.

Don't constantly be checking your dashboard

to make corrections.

Next is corners.

Don't hug them.

That won't get you to the finish line any faster.

And the steering wheel, hold it lightly, don't...

don't squeeze the damn life out of it.

[Laughs]

Wow, someone was paying attention today.

You wanna go for a ride?

Yeah.

[Engine roaring]

[Rock music]

Your hands at nine and three.

- Lightly. - Oh.

[Andrew] Okay, we're gonna speed up,

but smoothly.

Remember, you're in control,

not the car.

[Engine roaring]

Okay, doing great.

Now, we want a wide approach,

so you're gonna turn your wheel slightly towards me.

That's it.

A smooth turn-in.

A little tighter.

Find your apex... and...

[Engine humming]

[Car stopping]

[Gentle music]

Mr. James, are we done?

Beautiful.

Beautiful job... You're a natural.

You... you really mean that?

Wouldn't have said it if I didn't.

[Sighs]

[Mellow music]

[Gasps]

[Energetic rock music]

[Engine starting]

[Engine revs]

[Engine roaring]

[Whooshing]

[Tires screech]

[Panting]

Oh, let me get that for you.

Thank you for staying with us.

- Have a great trip! - See you next time.

I'm sorry.

You're late.

Where'd you park?

On the other side of the parking lot.

- Because? - Because we save

the closer spaces for the guests.

Exactly.

All right, rooms three, four, and five

are ready for check-in.

Oh, thank you, Kevin.

Okay, I am late for tennis.

Brittany, front desk is yours.

[Kevin] Good morning.

On time as usual.

You were supposed to call and wake me up!

I did, you didn't answer.

Don't worry about it.

Oh, hey, so which one... Do you like?

They make 'em in the lab so they're all conflict-free.

Um, they're all real nice.

- So, Brittany... - Yes?

I was just going over your report

on our occupancy for last year,

and I must say, impressive work.

- And? - And I especially like the part

where you crunch the numbers so it looks like

we're doing better than we actually are.

That was my fault, mom.

I entered the wrong digits by accident.

Brittany didn't have a chance to double-check it.

Wow, you two have got to get your act together.

It was an honest mistake.

Look, I know what it's like to be in love.

You're thinking about your wedding day.

But you've still got to bring your a-game to work.

Mom, relax.

No, Kevin, I can't relax.

You're gonna take over this bed and breakfast

when I retire, and I am counting on my son

and his future wife...

that means you, Brittany...

to run this place when I'm gone.

- You get it? - We get it.

Okay, it won't happen again.

I'll see you later.

[Keys jingling]

[Door opens]

She hasn't had her coffee yet.

There's a lot she hasn't had lately.

[Mellow music]

[Engine roaring]

[Upbeat electronic music]

[Andrew] Oh, hey.

I almost forgot,

there's a classic car show in the valley today.

They don't do it as often as they used to,

so it's... kind of a special thing.

Oh, and it's free.

Oh, yeah, I've heard of that place.

Thanks for the reminder.

Wait... sorry, that was awkward.

I meant, for car aficionados like you and me,

it's a great chance to see some automobile history.

I mean, if you're not too busy.

Um, I can't today.

I gotta get to work.

Oh, yeah? What kinda work do you do?

Oh, my boyfriend and...

I mean, my soon-to-be fiancé and I

are about to take over his mom's bed and breakfast,

and it's kind of been eating up all my time.

What's the name of it?

Park place bed and breakfast.

Oh, yeah, I've driven by there a hundred times.

- It's been there forever. - Yeah.

So there's a fiancé?

I hope he appreciates you.

He does... but I think he'd prefer it if I didn't race.

Is that what you'd prefer?

[Gentle music]

I'll tell you what, why don't we get a selfie

of your first practice day?

- Oh. - Huh?

[Chuckling]

[Camera clicks]

[Ominous music]

[Engines roaring]

[Upbeat music]

[Ominous music]

[Groaning]

So when can I race again?

[Doctor] Whatever happened to you that day on the track,

it could've been a minor stroke,

but it really did a number on your neurobiological functions.

My what? [Groaning]

[Doctor] Basically how your nervous system

and your brain work together, or don't.

- I feel fine. - That may be,

but with this kind of head injury,

the sort of damage we're seeing

can cause severe mood swings,

obsessive-compulsive behaviors,

and even hallucinations.

[Dark music]

When you move at these extreme speeds,

the motion will make you black out

and maybe lose consciousness.

Sorry, but racing... It's not gonna happen again.

[Groaning]

[Dramatic music]

[Screaming]

[Mellow music]

[Birds chirping]

[Wrench cranking]

Hey, what's going on?

It's Monday.

Company brunch.

My mom said she was gonna take all the employees

to Shoshanna's cafe.

Oh, right, the staff meeting.

I completely spaced it.

It wasn't a staff meeting.

It was a really nice brunch,

and, here, I brought you your favorite.

Steak and eggs?

No, uh, mushroom asparagus quiche?

I thought that you liked that.

Well, not really,

but I'll make it work.

So, how was your lesson?

Great, the teacher thinks I have potential.

Yeah, that's what I was afraid of.

[Brittany] Afraid of?

You know I support what you're doing, but...

- But? - I mean, no offense, babe,

but it's become pretty obvious

that you'd rather be out racing cars

than helping me run the hotel.

I'm just taking some lessons,

that's all.

You still wanna get married?

Yes!

- You sure? - Yes.

- Why are you asking me that? - I don't know.

I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.

Yes, I still want to marry you.

Oh, I like that!

Can you say that again?

[Laughing]

[Laughing]

[Upbeat music]

Good, looking better.

[Engine roaring]

Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about!

[Car whizzes by]

[Chuckles]

[Tantalizing music]

[Brittany] How'd I do?

[Andrew] You tell me.

[Brittany sighs]

Felt like I was hitting full speed way too fast,

and... my turn-ins were too early on the corners.

Keep that in mind for next time.

Will do.

So, you maybe wanna practice some more?

I've got time.

- Right now? - Yeah.

I can't, I gotta work.

- On the weekend? - Yup, six days a week.

Sometimes seven.

Well, what about during the week, at night?

After a 15-hour workday?

I don't think so.

The best I can do is come to class.

Well, class is only once a week.

What's wrong with once a week?

[Chuckles]

Do you wanna do this professionally?

Well, yeah, of course.

No, no, you don't.

You might as well quit right now.

I don't understand.

One day a week?

And you wanna go pro.

You know what?

Get off my track.

And don't dare call yourself a driver.

Go, go home.

Why are you talking to me like this?

Richard petty, Dale Earnhardt,

Jimmie Johnson, Danica Patrick.

You think they got to the top of their game

by practicing once a week?

- No. - No, they were out on that track

every... day.

You wanna race cars for a living?

You gotta put in the work.

If not... there's the exit.

I get what you're saying,

but with my job at the bed and breakfast,

I just don't know when I'll find the time.

You wanna work at a hotel the rest of your life...

Or do you want this?

I want this.

- It's just... - What?

Kevin, he doesn't really see me

doing this professionally.

Well, why don't you bring him to the next class,

show him how it's done?

- Really? - Yeah.

I'm gonna text him right now.

[Gentle music]

Isn't he handsome?

[Kevin] Brittany?

[Tense music]

Brittany?

Excuse me,

have you seen Brittany green?

[Engine starting]

[Engine roaring]

[Thud, splat]

[Panting]

[Gentle music]

[Upbeat music]

[Engine roaring]

[Exhales]

Can Brittany's car handle

that kind of speed?

What's that?

I said, can Brittany's car

handle that kind of speed?

Absolutely!

I tuned it up the other day myself.

- You're also a mechanic? - Oh yeah.

I do tune-ups, wiring, repairs.

You name it, I do it.

[Exhales]

Are you sure she's not going too fast?

God no.

Brittany was born to do this,

and she really knows how to handle those curves too,

if you know what I mean.

I'll tell you what, when Brittany gets done

with her laps, why don't you let me take you out for a spin?

Let me put your mind at ease.

That's okay, man, I really don't need to.

[Tense music]

[Engine roaring]

Don't you just love this?

Is this speed normal?

Oh, hell no... I'm just warming up.

[Engine revving]

[Kevin screaming]

[Kevin] Whoa, whoa, hey, hey!

Okay, okay!

Whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey!

[Screaming]

[Groaning]

Your... instructor...

Is an adrenaline junkie.

Andrew's one of the top race car drivers

of the last decade.

Was.

Was one of the top race car drivers.

Didn't he get wiped out in his last race or something?

I thought he was supposed to teach you how to race cars,

not die driving them.

[Brittany] We can't get past this,

can we?

Look, I'm not going to give this up.

[Kevin] I'm not saying give it up, I just... I don't understand

why you wanna race cars all of a sudden.

It's not all of a sudden.

I've felt this way my entire life.

- You have? - Yeah.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've always loved going fast.

Didn't you know that about me?

Well, uh, no, I didn't.

I was on a skateboard at three years old,

riding my bike down Kanan road.

I told you that.

[Solemn music]

My first car, my dad gave me a '76 Camaro.

God, what a ride.

When I first got on that track two weeks ago,

it was like everything just came together.

Taking that curve at 120 miles an hour

in a 6-liter v8... come on, there's nothing like it.

I was meant to do this.

[Sighs]

Maybe you're the one

who's the adrenaline junkie.

Maybe I am!

Maybe I just don't feel alive

unless I'm this close to death.

I hope that's not a problem.

- It's not. - I mean, if you wanted

a girlie-girl, you should've stayed with Shelley...

[Kevin] Oh, hell no!

[Brittany] She would've loved running

your mom's bed and breakfast!

[Kevin] Shelley Montana isn't you,

and I want nothing to do with her.

[She laughs]

I just remembered... Shelley Montana

is the one who likes the quiche.

[Gasps]

You are so busted!

I'm so sorry, I can't believe I did that.

Okay, tomorrow morning,

I am making you breakfast

and we're having steak and eggs.

[Brittany] Mmm, now we're talkin'.

[Kevin laughs]

[Gloomy music]

[Crickets chirring]

[Ominous music]

[Clicking]

[Groans]

[Engine starting]

[Car dinging]

[Gear shifting]

[Exhales]

[Mysterious music]

[Phone ringing]

[Shelley] Hi, this is Shelley.

Leave a message and I... Might call you back.

Hi, Shelley, it's Kevin.

Long time no talk.

Uh, not really sure what's goin' on,

but... your SUV is parked in my driveway?

Are you jogging around the neighborhood or something?

Call me back.

[Vibrant music]

[Door opens]

Shelley?

I don't get it.

Why would my car be here?

Your guess is as good as mine.

[Car beeps]

[Mellow music]

- Hi, Shelley. - Hi!

- Hi. - Hey.

Is she joining us for breakfast?

- No, she's just... - hey, breakfast sounds great.

I'm always down for Kevin's cooking.

He can make a mean quiche.

What? You can.

Shelley, what are you doing here?

Did you spend the night here?

- Did you sleep with her? - What? No!

That bus left the station a while ago.

Although, it was one hell of a ride.

[Laughing]

Kevin called me this morning and told me

that my SUV was in his driveway.

I just got here by Lyft like two minutes ago.

Someone must have stolen my baby.

And driven it here?

Why would they do that?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Oh... I get it.

Both of you are lying to me.

Like you did when you started dating behind my back.

As I recall, you were too busy watching Nascar

to know whether Kevin was dead or alive.

Oh, so I'm still the bad guy here?

- Kinda. - Ladies, come on.

It's a beautiful day outside.

Let's not argue.

You're right, let's not,

but since the two of you can't seem to stay away

from each other, I don't wanna be a third wheel.

[Somber music]

Brittany!

Brittany, I swear,

I have no idea what's going on. Brittany!

Brittany, can you just... can we talk, please?

[Tires screeching]

[Upbeat music]

[Engine roaring]

[Engines roaring]

She's still pinging.

Running lean, cutting out around 6,000 rpm.

The timing is off or the fuel injectors are clogged.

- Engine troubles? - Nothing we can't fix.

So what are you doing here?

Your lesson isn't until tomorrow, right?

Yeah, but I, uh, had some downtime,

so I thought I'd come hang out, maybe learn something new?

Great! Uh... where's Kevin?

I thought he'd be spending more time

with you here at the track.

Kevin and I are... Going through a rough patch.

I don't think he'll be coming down here any time soon.

[Sighs]

I am so sorry.

But I could've told you right away,

that guy does not want to see you become a pro.

Do you mean that?

You really think I can go pro?

You don't know how good you are, do you?

Well, there's only one way to prove it to you.

[Bright music]

[Engine roaring]

[Rock music]

Okay, remember, we talked

about the shape of the corners, right?

- I remember. - Okay, so what we're aiming for

is a smooth spiral from the edge of the track.

We want to make the full arc of the turn.

Use that trail braking technique we talked about.

Accelerate out of the turn.

Not too fast.

That's it, keep going, and...

[Engine roaring]

You shaved a full three seconds off your speed from last time.

- No way! - I told you, you're a natural,

and I'm gonna get you to the top,

at least until I can start racing again.

Oh, I thought that...

I couldn't drive anymore?

Doctors don't know what they're talkin' about.

I just... had a... Temporary setback, that's all.

So, until I'm back in shape,

nothing would make me happier than to see you

sailing through that finish line with the checkered flag.

Wow, I never saw myself doing that.

Well, that's where I come in.

[Gentle music]

Thank you, Andrew, for believing in me.

- I'm gonna change now. - Okay.

[Vibrant music]

- Hey! - Uh, hey.

I've seen you zipping around the track.

You... you did?

You're a total speed beast.

Mario loves that.

Uh, sorry, I don't follow.

I'd like to invite you to a new racing program

taught by Mario Bargellini.

[Gasps]

The Mario Bargellini?

[Woman] Five-time grand prix winner.

There's only one.

[Gasps]

Wow, that sounds...

[Andrew] Like you're trying to poach my students.

- What are you doing here? - I'm just making people aware

that there are other options

than sad, pathetic racing instructors like you.

Get off my lot, now.

Next Saturday afternoon, open campus.

See you there.

Unbelievable!

Mario is such a loser.

He's always trying to steal my best students.

Hey, don't worry,

I love our lessons.

It's just, it's not the first time this has happened.

I gotta get to work.

I'll see you next class!

[Mellow Italian-style music]

[Mario] Poor, poor little Andrew.

He lose control of car,

and how do you say in inglese,

whoops!

[Laughing]

And then, boomba!

Big fireball.

Almost kill everybody on the track.

But look at my record.

Thirty years in this business,

not one accident.

Not one!

But, oh, so many awards.

I need new house just for awards.

So I ask you, Brittany, come to my school.

I give you better lesson than Andrew.

- Mr. Bargellini... - Mario, please.

We are all friends here.

Mario, I've really been enjoying my lessons with Andrew.

[Mario] Of course you enjoy, he's a handsome guy.

We used to, eh, compete against each other

at Indy 500, Le Mans, so many I forget.

I win them all, so they all the same to me.

But enjoy is not enough

to make you professionale.

Desiree tells me you have, uh...

Sorry, my English, come si dice, how do you say again?

- All the right stuff. - That's it, all the right stuff.

I gotta admit, Mario, sometimes I can see myself

in the Indy 500.

Good! That's where you should be,

and I will take you there.

But then, I can hear my fiancé's voice in my head

telling me that I should be thinking about our future,

but... the more I think about it...

Maybe racing is my future.

You know, Brittany, I think we had the same fiancé.

[Laughing]

She always telling me, "take the safe road."

And I say, "no way!" And look at me now.

Huh? Don't worry about your fiancé.

Do what's right for you.

Come, study with me.

If you unhappy, I give you money back.

But I promise you, you won't be unhappy.

Now we mangiare. Per favore, siediti.

Ah, che Bella giornata!

[Phone beeping]

[Dramatic music]

[Engine roaring]

[Phone ringing]

- Andrew, hi. - Hey, how are ya?

[Brittany] I'm okay. What's up?

Well, I don't know what you're doin' tonight,

but they're having a special screening

of the movie "grand prix" down at the automotive museum.

- Thought you might like to go. - "Grand prix"?

[Andrew] Yeah, classic racing film, 1966,

James garner, Eva Marie Saint.

Oh, uh, right.

I, uh, I'd love to,

but I can't tonight.

Well, why not?

Andrew, I've decided

to train with Mario.

[Dark music]

It's nothing personal, but...

What, what, he's won a few awards

so that makes him a better teacher than me?

- I didn't say that. - Well, then, what is it?

He's never been in an accident.

Thirty years, unblemished record,

and if I really want to go from amateur to pro,

I think I have to, you know, ramp things up.

Look, my career was cut short because of a medical issue.

I mean, the fact that Mario hasn't been in an accident

doesn't make him a better teacher than me,

especially for you.

You've been great,

but I think I owe it to myself

to take this opportunity.

Well, what... when do you start?

Tomorrow.

He's holding a special racing demo

to begin the semester.

You know what?

You do owe yourself that opportunity.

If this is what it takes for you to get to Nascar,

then go for it.

You really do believe in me, don't you?

From day one.

I'll, uh, I'll keep in touch, okay?

Okay.

[Dramatic music]

[Metal fence rattling]

[Metal clanging, scraping]

[Snipping]

Make sure you get the full deposit

from her today, all right?

Yeah, I heard you the first hundred times.

[Laughing]

Andrew James!

You make a nice visit to me.

- Why are you here? - Actually, I just came by

to see the expert do his thing.

You don't mind, do you, Mario?

Well, if that is the real reason why you're here,

then of course, stand back, watch the master at work.

Well, everyone knows you're one of the best drivers

in the world, but what they don't know

is that you're broke.

The only reason you opened your school

was to pay off your gambling debt.

So do me a favor, stop sending your spies over

to poach my students.

Poach?

Poach is what you do to an egg, no?

I rescue your students

because you are not qualified to teach them.

Ah, here she comes now.

Ms. Brittany green,

welcome to the Mario Bargellini school of racing!

Thank you.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Moral support.

Brittany, today is your lucky day.

How about you join me

in an introductory spin around the track?

[Brittany gasps]

Wow, I... I'd love to.

Bene! Climb in.

- You don't wanna do this. - Are you kidding me?

Who wouldn't want to ride with Mario Bargellini?

- He's a legend. - That's... debatable.

It's just... I don't think this is a good idea right now.

Brittany.

No, please, I...

I'm doing this.

Andrew, don't worry!

Today she gets to see what real racing is like.

Andiamo.

[Ominous music]

[Engine roaring]

[Upbeat electronic music]

[Mario] This, my friend, is how it's done right.

Today we reach a nice cruising altitude

of, say, 160, yes?

[Laughs] Awesome.

[Rattling]

[Rattling]

Sounds like the fan belt.

We'll be back soon enough, don't worry.

[Engine roaring]

You worry too much!

I'm Mario Bargellini.

In 30 years, I've never been in one accident.

What's that?

[Engine puttering, tires screeching]

The wheels... Something is wrong.

[Tires screeching]

[Intense music]

[Unintelligible]

Mario!

[Tires screeching]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Brittany screams]

[Crashing]

[Grim music]

[Somber music]

[Machine beeping]

Hey.

What happened?

You were in a crash at the track.

Do you remember?

Andrew pulled you from the car just before it...

Before it blew up.

Where is Mario?

[Sighs]

He didn't make it.

[Somber music]

[Birds chirping]

Thanks for taking me home.

- You don't have to thank me. - Yes, I do.

You've been there for me,

but I'm not sure I've been there for you.

Maybe not in the way I want you to,

but you have been.

I'm sorry about the other day

with, you know, Shelley.

Don't worry about it.

That whole thing didn't make any sense.

What's important is that you're okay.

I feel bad about Mario.

He almost got you killed.

Look, you were lucky this time.

I don't wanna think what would happen if...

I'll be careful, I promise.

Wait, you're still gonna keep racing?

[Sighs, car door closes]

[Andrew] Hey, Brittany.

I went to the hospital,

they said you already left.

Are you okay?

[Brittany] I'm fine, really.

- Here, let me help you in. - She doesn't need your help.

Last I heard, you guys were going

through a rough patch, so... I'd say she does.

We're not going through a rough patch, we're fine.

Now back off, dude.

[Brittany] Guys, please.

I just wanna go lie down for a while.

For the record, she's not racing with you anymore.

Babe, please.

You sure about that?

See, Brittany here was born to drive.

Isn't that right?

What if it had been you

instead of Mario.

Look, I know it's dangerous,

but we can't go anywhere or do anything

without some kind of risk, right?

- Right. - Just 'cause you brainwashed her

into thinking that racing is okay doesn't mean it is.

- Now get lost. - Don't tell me what to do.

I'll leave when Brittany tells me to.

[Soft music]

[Sighs]

Kevin, thanks for bringing me back,

and Andrew, thanks for the flowers.

I'm gonna go get some rest now.

Try not to kill each other on the way out.

[Dark music]

- This isn't over. - You're damn right it isn't.

[House door opens, closes]

[Car door opens]

[Breathing heavily]

[Engines revving]

[Rhonda] Kevin, your dad and I started this business

a few years before you were born.

We had you in your bassinet right over there.

[Laughing]

Ah, guys, I'll be honest, I'm tired.

I love this place, I really do,

but I'm tired.

It takes two people to run a bed and breakfast.

Kevin's dad and I did it for many years,

and then, when he died, Kevin became my right-hand man.

This place is a money-maker.

I want to give this business to Kevin...

But he can't run it by himself.

He needs a partner, and I believe

that partner needs to be you.

It is a hospitality business after all.

So, what do you think?

I... um...

I'm flattered, Rhonda.

Thank you for having faith in me.

- But, can I think about it? - You don't want to do it.

- She doesn't want to do it. - Mom, just give her some time.

She's been working here almost a year.

How much time does a person need?

Can I talk to her in private, please?

I can just as easily give this business to your cousins.

Carol and Mickey? No, not them.

Mom, can you leave us alone, please?

Do I have to give her an answer right now?

Well, yeah, sort of.

Look, I want you to be happy.

I don't wanna force you to do anything you don't want to.

Thank you.

But let's be real for a second.

What else have we got going for us?

Oh, sure, I have a degree in sociology.

So far, no one's hiring.

And no offense, babe, but you didn't go to college.

And neither of us have any marketable skills.

I can drive.

[Kevin sighs deeply]

I know you can.

Look. This place brings in good money.

Right now, we're making a decent living.

You and me, working together?

Whatever she's making, we can double that.

She's giving this place to us...

If we want it.

[Mid-tempo rock music]

[Engines droning]

[Dr. Aaronson] There is no mistake.

Your condition is getting worse.

But I feel fine,

actually better than I ever have before.

So let's run some more tests.

[Dr. Aaronson] Tests are irrelevant.

You can expect more vision problems,

seizures, hallucinations, and...

I'm afraid that's just the start.

No, see, that's where you're wrong, doc.

I'll show you.

I will race again.

[Dramatic music]

Oh, hey.

Look at that.

Your bandages are gone.

- You okay now? - Can you believe it?

Doctor said I was good to go.

You saved my life.

Yeah.

So I heard Mario's school closed down.

Yeah, it did.

Does that mean you're gonna come back

and train with me again?

Actually, Andrew, I came here to tell you that...

I have to stop racing altogether.

[Scoffs]

Come on, be serious.

I am serious.

I have to give this up.

Well, why is that?

Because of your fiancé?

His mother.

She's kinda forcing me to agree to partner with Kevin

and run the business when she retires.

Doesn't he have any brothers or sisters

- that can do it? - Only child,

and if he and I don't take it over,

his mom's gonna give it to his cousins.

They're husband and wife, it's complicated.

His mom can be a real pain sometimes.

Yeah, mothers-in-law have that tendency.

Yeah.

Look, bottom line,

there's just no time for me to race anymore.

You're sure about that?

I am.

Thank you for all you've done for me.

Yeah.

[Melancholic music]

[Music turns tense]

[Door slams, keys jingle]

[Classical vocal music]

[Click, engine softly rumbles]

[Gearshift clicking]

[Gentle revving]

[Abrupt revving]

[Sharp thud]

[Brakes screeching]

[Spray can rattling]

[Spray can rattling]

[Hiss of spray]

[Engine rumbles]

[Classical vocal music]

[Kevin] Okay, take a look at this.

See? If we go with this guy

instead of the vendor that my mom was using,

we can save 30 percent in the first year alone.

- Not bad, right? - Mm-hm.

[Cell phone rings]

Hello?

[Man] Hi. Am I speaking with Kevin Matthews?

Yeah, who's this?

[Man] This is the Los Angeles county coroner's office.

Just confirming, your mother is Rhonda Matthews, correct?

Yeah. What's this about?

[Man] Oh... uh, you don't know what happened?

No.

[Man] I'm sorry to tell you this, but...

Your mother passed away tonight at roughly 9:38 P.M.

[Soft music]

What? Uh, how?

[Man] It looks like she was robbed and assaulted

by a local street gang.

Her body was found outside her place of business

- at 120 south Elsinore Lane. - Yeah, I know where she works.

Is this how you guys tell people that their...

[man] I'm sorry, sir.

I know this is difficult to hear,

but that's what the police are telling us.

Apparently, there's a great deal of gang activity

in the area.

We're going to need a family member

to identify the body.

[Tender music]

What's going on?

[Man] Mr. Matthews, are you there?

Mr. Matthews?

[Pastor] Dear family and friends,

we gather today to celebrate the life

of Rhonda Matthews,

beloved wife, mother, and friend to the community.

Her time on earth was a blessing to us all,

and she will be missed.

[Kevin sighs]

[Door closes, keys jingle]

[Kevin sighs]

The photos at the funeral looked great.

She'd be proud of what we did.

It's so weird she's not here right now.

What are you doing?

Gotta get ready for the weekend.

We're booked solid.

Babe, your mom just died.

Why don't I cancel all the reservations

so you can shut the place down for a couple weeks?

Take some time off?

- Are you kidding? - No. Not at all.

That's... that's a nice idea, but I gotta work.

I'm not going to do this.

No offense to your mom,

but I'm not gonna spend my life

running a hotel.

This was her life.

It's not mine, and...

I don't think it's yours either.

Yes it is.

You can sell it.

You own it now entirely.

I mean, your cousins don't have any say in the matter.

You can do what you've always wanted to do.

You can go back to school, get your PhD.

- And teach? - Yes!

When I first met you,

that's what you said you wanted to do.

That was a long time ago.

I said a lot of things back then.

[Melancholic music]

[Sighs]

Race you to the car?

Yeah. On three?

Sure.

One...

Oh!

[Energetic music]

[Andrew laughs]

That's not fair.

All right.

[Engines rev]

Here we go.

[Engines droning]

[Energetic music]

[Engines revving]

Aww!

[Music distorts]

Whoa.

[Panting]

[Intense music]

[Exclaiming]

[Skidding]

[Engine drones]

What's the matter?

Why are you pulling over?

[Breathing heavily]

[Pills rattling]

What happened?

Are you okay?

The doctors were right.

I can't race anymore.

[Soft music]

But you can.

There's a big race coming up.

Speed demon nationals.

I think we need to get you out there.

What's the matter?

Don't you wanna do that?

I... I do.

But... honestly, I'm a little nervous.

Don't be.

I'll be with you, every lap.

[Tense music]

[Sighs]

[Cell phone rings]

Hi!

I've got some great news.

[Kevin] Where are you?

I'm just getting home.

Are you okay?

Excuse me.

No, I'm not okay.

I am completely slammed.

I thought you were gonna be here to help me.

Whoa.

Wait, what are you talking about?

I'm at work.

I got a line of people out the door,

and both Chris and Terry called in sick.

I thought you said you were gonna take some time off.

I never said that, you said that.

Well, you should.

Tell the guests that your mom just died

- and you have to cancel. - Oh my god.

Brittany, we talked about this, okay?

You know I can't do that.

Please don't shout at me.

[Sighs]

I need you in here.

Can you get here or not?

[Sighs]

No.

Babe, come on.

I'm worried about you.

You haven't slept in days and you're going to get sick.

Okay, fine.

Don't come in, don't call me, don't text me.

We're done.

Baby, please don't say that, I'm just...

Are you there?

[Soft music]

[Exhales sharply]

Hi, I'm so sorry.

So who's next? Okay.

[Al music]

[Brittany sighs]

I feel terrible.

I should have helped him.

I can't believe I did that.

Well, it sounds like he wasn't listening

to what you had to say.

How can he listen to anybody,

after what just happened to his mom?

Hm, I know.

I mean, how could somebody do that to another human being?

Thank you for having dinner with me.

I know you're busy.

Yeah, well, speaking of busy,

remember that race I was telling you about?

- Yeah, speed demon nationals? - Yeah.

So I had a meeting with the board of judges.

- And? - And they said that

you don't have any experience,

so you can't compete in their race.

- Oh. - But, I got them

to agree to a deal.

What kind of a deal?

It's a private pre-qualifying run.

It's gonna be you and one of their best drivers,

one on one.

And if you beat him, which I'm sure you will,

you're in.

- Really? - Yeah.

That's so great, thank you!

So, when do we do this, and who's the d...

[soft music]

Uh, sorry, it's...

What?

It's too soon.

I mean, I like you, I'm attracted to you, but...

I'm... I'm just not ready yet.

[Tense music]

No, I understand.

You let me know when you are, okay?

Okay.

Well... here.

Oh, thanks.

Goodnight.

[Indistinct chatter]

Okay, just remember,

I'll be on the headset the whole time.

How many races has that guy won?

[Andrew] Who cares?

[Brittany] Looks like he's real good friends with those judges.

Hey, don't think about all that.

You just focus on what you have to do, okay?

All right, you got this, all right?

[Tense music]

[Clicking, engine rumbles]

[Engines droning]

Remember your reference points.

Stick to your line.

Got it.

Don't hug that corner.

Don't... don't hug that corner!

[Tense music]

Okay, keep up with him,

don't let him edge you out.

I said don't let him edge you out!

What is your problem today?

Focus!

- I'm trying to. - Try harder.

You let him take the lead.

Faster! Full throttle, now.

[Engine roars]

Floor it!

[Engines whine]

You blew it!

He beat you.

[Horn honks]

[Kevin] Shelley?

What's going on?

This diagnostic sheet, that's what.

Okay, it's a diagnostic sheet.

- So? - So, I took my car in

to get a tune-up, and can you believe this?

The mechanic told me that someone had hot-wired my car.

So someone did take it for a joyride that night.

Exactly, but the thing is,

my guy told me that the wiring was done so well,

they almost didn't notice it at first.

He said, quote, "this was done by an expert."

He wrote it down. Look at it.

Okay, well that explains what happened to the car,

but it doesn't explain how it ended up here.

No, but... I just thought you'd like to know.

[Sighs]

Can I hold on to this for a day or two?

I wanna show it to Brittany.

If I ever talk to her.

What? You guys broke up?

Thanks for bringing this by.

No problem.

What are you doing right now?

Shelley...

Let me guess.

- Going to work? - It's my day off.

Errands, and I'm late.

Let me know how things go with what's-her-name.

Okay.

[Dramatic music]

You know how to find me.

[Sighs]

[Music turns tense]

- You're also a mechanic? - Oh yeah.

I do tune-ups, wiring, repairs.

You name it, I do it.

Gentlemen, i-i-i...

Can we just do one more?

Just one more private run?

Just her alone on the track, she'll be fine.

I know she can do it, I've done it with her.

Is there... if there's any way we can do this,

you can bring in your own private pit coach,

whatever you need to do.

Thank you. You won't regret it.

- I hope so. - Thanks, guys.

What'd they say?

I got them to agree to another qualifying run.

This time, they're gonna bring in a private pit coach

to check you out.

It's gonna be you alone on the track for 50 laps.

Fifty laps?

The Indy 500 is 200 laps.

You do 50 laps, they'll watch you work.

They're gonna track your overall performance and time.

If you pass the test,

they'll let you enter the race.

Okay. Got it.

We're not done.

[Brittany] What? What do you mean?

What was your problem today?

- Excuse me? - I've spent hours giving you

the best possible advice I can.

Did any of it sink in?

You were cruising down that track

like you were with your girlfriends,

headed to the mall.

I... I don't know what happened,

I just lost my focus.

You can't afford to lose your focus!

Why are you so upset at me all of a sudden?

Because I coulda put a chimpanzee in that car

and he woulda driven it better than you.

The way you took those corners?

- Laughable. - I had an off day.

Okay? You don't need to get all up in my grill about it.

You don't get to have off days.

Well, then, maybe I'm not cut out for this after all.

I mean, who do you think you are, talking to me like...

forget it.

I'm gonna change clothes and I'm outta here.

Wait, no, no, Brittany!

I'm sorry, it's just I get a little...

It's my medication.

No, it's not.

Listen to me.

I've never said this to anyone before, but...

[Exhales deeply]

I'm in love with you.

That race track is the only thing you love.

That's the only thing that matters to you.

- That is not true. - You saw some

eager young student and thought she could help you

relive your glory days.

I know I let you kiss me the other day, but...

I'm in love with Kevin.

I don't love you!

I am never going to love you.

[Ominous music]

[Door slams]

[Echoing] I am never going to love you.

[Tires squealing]

I am never going to love you.

I am never, never, never going to love you.

[Phone vibrating]

[Tense music]

[Kevin] Hi, it's me.

I can't say for sure,

but I'm 99 percent positive

that Andrew stole Shelley's car that night.

I got the diagnostic sheet from Shelley's mechanic

that proves somebody hot-wired it.

Besides, who else would it be?

He was obviously trying to break us up.

I'm home now, come over right away.

I wanna show you this in person.

[Text bleeps]

[Tense music mimics heartbeat]

I'm sorry for how I said that.

Yeah, me too.

I apologize.

I was a total jerk.

Actually, you've been a great teacher.

And as I was in there changing,

I was thinking about how much you've taught me,

- and... - it's okay.

You didn't deserve that.

So, we good?

We're good.

Great.

Oh, hey, um, can you do me a favor?

[Brittany] Sure. What is it?

About your next qualifying run.

I just got through convincing the judges

to let you do it,

and if you back out now,

I'm gonna look like an idiot.

No, no, no, no, I'll do it.

Really? You will?

Yes. Of course.

Great! Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

[Tense music]

[Knocking]

[Eerie music]

[Knocking]

Brittany, why didn't you just come through the front...

Brittany!

[Suspenseful music]

[Gate flapping]

[Sharp thud, grunt]

I knew I shoulda tied up those wires better.

[Tense music]

[Tense music]

You know, the amazing thing about this little device...

Is that it's perfectly safe.

Well, unless you're going 200 miles per hour,

then... boom.

That's right.

The moment that speedometer hits 200 miles per hour,

it sends a signal to this detonator.

And... the whole car blows up.

And guess who's going to be driving this car tomorrow?

Go to hell!

[Scoffs]

Well, scream all you want.

Nobody can hear you.

You know, none of this would be happening...

If Brittany woulda given me the love and respect I deserve.

By all rights,

I shoulda just split your skull this afternoon

and killed you, but...

Now, I'm glad I didn't.

[Exclaiming]

What's that? You're thirsty?

Oh. I'm so sorry, how rude of me.

[Clattering]

That's right, kev.

[Pills plinking]

[Sloshing]

What's that?

You want to say something to me?

Hm?

You know I'm gonna kill you, right?

Yeah, all right.

Tell you what, kev.

Drink.

[Tense music]

It's your call, kev.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Keep going.

Little more.

[Kevin pants]

I hate that you're gonna miss the show tomorrow.

[Eerie music]

Sweet dreams, kev.

In the trunk you go.

Comfy?

I bet you're just like me.

Can't wait to get to 200, can you?

[Slam]

[Kevin] Hi, this is Kevin.

Leave a message at the beep.

[Beep]

Hi, it's me.

I know you're still upset,

but I'd really love it if you'd come down to the track today.

I know you're probably working, but...

I'd really love to see you.

I miss you.

[Indistinct chatter, laughter]

- She didn't get you? - No, I wasn't that close, man.

Okay.

Oh. Listen, I gotta, um, take care of this.

I'll see you guys at the race track.

All right, cool. All right.

- They're already here? - Yep.

Relax. Deep breaths.

[Brittany exhales deeply]

Time for you to suit up.

Wait, wait, wait, before you go,

I gotta tell you something.

So, I overheard the judges talking.

They said that if you can reach a speed of 200 miles per hour

and handle it,

you automatically qualify.

Really?

- Okay, 200 it is. - Brittany, I'm telling ya...

If you can get that car up to 200 miles per hour,

your career is gonna explode.

- You think so? - Hey, I know so.

I mean, like a rocket ship. Kaboosh!

- Know what I'm saying? - Yeah!

I'm proud of you.

- You better hurry. - Okay.

[Tense music]

[Knocking]

You still sleeping in there?

Hello?

Well, don't worry.

You won't feel a thing.

[Knocks on trunk]

Okay. Best of luck out there.

Don't hold back on your speed, just... let it fly.

You got it, coach.

[Tense music]

[Wheel thunks into place]

[Clicking, engine rumbles]

[Engine roars]

[Andrew] Okay, you own the track today.

No obstacles, no competitors.

Just you. You got this.

[Engine whines]

Excellent. You're crushing it.

Faster, though.

Faster!

[Engine whines]

What are you doing? Don't slow down!

I'm sorry.

[Engine roars]

[Dramatic music]

[Engine drones]

[Groaning, grunting]

[Thudding]

Andrew, I’m... I'm hearing some kind of banging noise

coming from the back of the car.

[Andrew] Don't worry about it. It's typical with this model.

Just get to 200.

[Thudding continues]

[Grunting, groaning]

It's really loud.

It's nothing, I just tuned it up.

Punch it to 200 now, Brittany.

[Engine whines]

[Grunting, thudding]

- I think I'm gonna bring it in. - No!

You've gotta get to 200.

I know, but it sounds bad.

Listen to me, dammit! You wanna go pro?

You're gonna push it to 200 or your career is over!

Do you hear me?

- Now, do it! - All right, all right!

[Engine roars]

[Grunting, thudding]

[Suspenseful music]

[Andrew] Shaved a full three seconds off your speed

from last time.

No way.

[Kevin] Your instructor is an adrenaline junkie.

[Andrew] You don't know how good you are, do you?

[Kevin] He almost got you killed.

You're still gonna keep racing?

[Andrew] I told you. You're a natural.

[Kevin] For the record, she's not racing with you anymore.

[Brittany] You really do believe in me, don't you?

[Andrew] From day one.

[Dramatic music]

[Dramatic music]

[Kevin] What if it had been you instead of Mario?

What if it had been you instead of Mario?

[Car decelerates]

What are you doing?

I'm bringing her in.

[Dramatic music]

[Thumping, groaning]

[Thudding]

You hear that?

[Dramatic music]

Brittany!

Brittany, I'm in the trunk!

- Kevin? - Andrew is trying to kill us.

He put a bomb in the car that's gonna explode

at 200 miles an hour.

[Sharp thud, grunt]

[Suspenseful music]

[Jangling]

[Rapping]

Hey, Kevin.

I just killed your girlfriend.

Guess who's next, huh?

- Take a... - [Sharp thud, clanking]

[Sounds of struggle]

[Sharp thud, groaning]

[Sardonic chuckling]

[Panting]

Call the police.

[Chuckling continues]

[Dispatcher] 911, what's your emergency?

I'm at Irwindale race track.

One of your drivers just tried to kill us

with a pipe bomb.

[Dispatcher] Did you say a bomb?

That's right, a pipe bomb.

I saw him install it myself.

[Dispatcher] A patrol car is near the race track.

The officer will be there in less than a minute.

[Exclaiming]

[Engine droning]

[Intense music]

Police!

Police! Drop the weapon.

Get down on your knees, drop the weapon, drop it.

Hey! Stop!

Freeze! I said stop!

[Tense music]

[Clicking, engine revs]

Stop the car! Stop the car!

[Engine whines]

Is that the guy who set the bomb?

Andrew James.

[Engine whines]

I used to watch that guy race all the time.

What a shame.

[Engine roars]

Bravo-one-niner.

Requesting backup at the track.

[Dramatic music]

Suspect is driving a stock car, a white male,

exiting the south side of the stadium.

[Engine whines]

He's not trying to get away.

They all try to get away.

Get off the track!

[Dramatic music]

[Scream, explosive music]

And Kevin,

if I didn't make it clear before today,

you are the center of my world.

We had to literally ride through hell and back together

before I realized it.

And now, I just wanna say,

I'll always be there for you.

And I'll be there for you.

Through the good and the bad,

wherever the road takes us.

[Upbeat music]

You may now kiss the bride.

[Delighted laughter]

[Applause, whistles]

- Whoo! - Whoo!

Thank you.

[Jangling]

[Bright music]

[Cheering, whistling]

[Tires squealing]

[Bright music]

[Upbeat rock music]