All language subtitles for Driven To Kill 2021 aka Wheels Of Beauty

[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]