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Come on!

You got this!

350 down on the car,
baby!

Come on, Wes!

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Shit!

Officers in pursuit
on the base,

a male suspect on motorcycle.

Requesting
military clearance.

NP for... shit!

Officer down!

Ah, ah!

Stay down!

Stay on the ground!

- Don't run!
- Hey, get down!

- Stay down.
- Get down!

Get down!

Don't resist!

Get down and stay down.

Hands behind your back!

Break, soldier!

Stop resisting.

Affirmative,
requesting medical assistance.

Officers injured.

Soldier in custody.

Come on, Wes.

It says here
your last civilian address

was in Topeka, Kansas?

Uh, maybe.
Yeah, my mom's house.

Is your mother alive?

No.

And your father?

Why is that necessary?

This evaluation
is designed to help you

transition into civilian life.

And you do understand
that all of your VA benefits

will be forfeited due
to a bad conduct discharge?

Finding employment
with a BCD will be challenging.

We can help get you
a certificate in construction.

When can I get my bike back?

Experts,
600-class, second call.

Experts,
600-class, second call.

Horse shit, man.

Little fuck stuffed it into
my apex, and I get flagged.

Take a breath, man.

Dean Miller?

The hell do you want?

Uh, I need to talk to you.

And you are?

I'm...

you knew my mom, Laura Neal.

Well, you're, uh...

- Wes.
- You're Wes, yeah.

Hey, man, I was wondering
if maybe we could

go talk somewhere.

Ah, look, kid, now's not
the best time to do this, OK?

What's this, exactly?

This.

OK.

Hey, look, man,
don't do that.

There's a bar down the road,
Maggie's.

Want to grab a beer?

All right.

Everything all right?

No, it sure as shit ain't.

Check out this big old scar.

Left turn hit and run.

Everybody want to be the one
to take out the legend...

Dean Miller, speed killer.

That is so sexy, baby.

Of course it is.

Yo, kid, you want another beer?

Good.

Go get us one, and grab
a couple more for the girls.

Hey, don't say I never
did nothing for you.

- Want to see another one?
- Yes.

Check this big-ass scar.

My last girlfriend
did this to me.

No, I'm just playing.
Come on, baby.

You don't...

Let me show you my scar.

What do you got?

Oh, you win.

Let me take a closer
look at these.

Boom.

Hey, you leaving?

I figured we'd talk
after a couple of beers.

That's fine, man.
I got to get going.

Wes, come on.

I'm trying, here.

Yeah, right.
This is you trying.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Shit.

Listen, man, you smoke?

I smoke this shit
for chronic pain

and because my back's
all fucked up.

Purely medicinal.

I was sorry to hear
about your mom.

She talk about me?

Look, I didn't come
here for you to, like,

own up to anything.

I'm not looking for a father.

Why did you come here?

I want to race.

Race... like, professionally?

You just decided this?

I've been thinking
about it for a while.

How old are you?

Are you really
asking me that?

You know how old I am.

Look, man,
your time has passed.

Kids these days are
getting scouted at 13.

What about you?

Me?

I've been on that
track for 25 years.

I do it for my fans
and because it's fun.

It did not look
like that today.

Yeah, well, I can't
help being competitive.

It's in my blood.

Well, maybe it's
in my blood too.

Look, kid,
it's not gonna happen.

Thanks for your help.

Hey, I'm doing you a favor.

Yeah, you've been doing
me a lifetime of favors.

I'll find someone else.

Hey.

The bike's pretty beat up.

I run a shop in town...

Legacy Speed Shop.

Why don't you come by?

I'll give you a tune up
on the house.

Sure.

Cool.

Here you go, Camila.

Here you go.
Everything good?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Refill, sir?

Let me know if I can
help you with anything.

Actually, I'm looking for Dean.

He said he runs this shop.

This is my shop.
I run it.

You're the young man
from yesterday, right?

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

Yo, you made it.

Yeah, I don't think my Drix
will get me back to Kansas

without an oil change.

It's OK if
you missed me.

Ain't nobody
ever missed you.

Wes, this is Abel.
Abel, Wes.

You told him
that you run the shop?

I do run the shop.
You own the shop.

I run the shop.

Like hell you do.

He's just upset
because he hasn't been laid

since Reagan was president.

And you haven't won a race
since Bush was president.

I'm talking about
the first one.

Come on, you want to see
where monsters are made?

Enjoy your nap, old man.

This old man
writes your checks.

Don't forget that.

Nice meeting you, kid.

Nice to meet you too.

This is it.

We do pretty much anything...

service, maintenance,
high performance, full repairs.

Jesus, what happened to this?

This?

A car jumped out in front
of it up on Dragon's Tail.

Dragon's Tail?

Yeah, it's not
too far from here.

It's one of the best
motorcycle roads in the country

and one of the most dangerous,
as you can see.

Shit, I want to ride it.

I can take the afternoon off.

You follow me.
Stay at my pace.

You got that?

Pull over!

Woo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo!

Hey.

What in the hell do
you think you're doing?

Pulling that hairball crap...
you get us both killed.

You got some kind
of death wish?

Shit, man, I
think you're just

pissed because
you got beat.

Got beat?

Man, this is the street,
not the track.

And that was me at 10%.

You got some balls
on you, though.

I'll give you that.

So get me on the track, man.

Man, the track
is no picnic, OK?

It requires discipline.

I can be disciplined.

I find that really
hard to believe.

All right,
I'll take you to the track.

But I'm not
babysitting your ass.

You do this shit again,
we're done.

Shit.

You said 6:00 a.m.

I said 7:00 a.m.

It's after 8:00, man.

Are you gonna sit there
and complain,

or are you gonna
load your bike up,

so we can go to the track?

Come on.

Yo, give me five minutes
to wash my dick off.

Get her loaded.

Champagne, kiddo...
the smell of a winner.

Let's see what you got.

All right, we're
gonna take an easy lap,

so you can read the track.

Hey... easy.

Shit.

Well done.

Ha-ha!

I'm glad you
think it's funny.

Oh, shit.

Damn, that's the quickest
I've ever seen

anyone go down here, rook.

You didn't even crash right.

Hey, look,
you can play glory hound

all you want
up on Dragon's Tail.

But out here,
you don't stand a chance.

Stick to the streets, kid.

Hey, pick up what's
left of your bike

and throw it on the truck.

Where are you going?

I'm not wasting
my track day because of you.

Son of a bitch.

What am I gonna do
about the bike?

Strip it.

Sell what you can.
Make a few hundred bucks.

Look, man,
I really need this.

The fuck you do.

Ain't nobody need this shit.

Listen, man,
you don't understand.

I don't understand?

I got a titanium rod holding
my goddamn back together.

It ain't no picnic.

I know that.

I just did six months
in prison, man.

My life ain't been no
fucking picnic, either.

You did time?

Yeah.

Where?

Fort Leavenworth.

So you were discharged.

You don't need this.

You want this.

But do you really want this?

I got $76 to my
name right now.

I got no job.

I can barely afford to
stay in this shitty motel.

The only thing keeping me
from losing my mind

is the belief that I might
have the chance to do the one

thing that I know how to do.

So, yeah, I really want this.

If I train you, you got
to do every fucking thing

I say, understand?

I understand.

All right, repeat after me.

I don't know how to ride.

I don't know how to ride.

Good.

That's the first step
in your training.

Be at the shop Monday morning.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What happened
to the motorcycle?

I crashed it.

Bummer.

I mean, if it helps
in any way,

I do like
your new ride better.

It's cute.

It's temporary.

I have to ask, are you on the
run from the law or something?

What makes you say that?

Because it's the third time
I've seen you here this week,

and I've never seen
you before that.

No, I'm just new in town.

Nobody's new in this town.
Do you have family here?

No.
I'm here to race motorcycles.

That explains the crash.

Yeah.
It's going real well.

Sounds like it.

OK, what can I get for you?

Uh...

just eggs,
scrambled, and toast.

Cool. You got it.

Keep the change.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hey, do you think
maybe you want to grab

a drink with me sometime?

I don't date customers.

OK, yeah.

Hey, what if I promise
to never eat here again?

That make a difference?

Camila.

Wes.

Frankenstein.

That's what we call
a bike pieced together.

I had this old Suzuki
650 Twin in my garage.

It's not track-ready, but
we can salvage what we need.

I'll pay you back every cent.

I know you're good for it.

Let's get to work.

Hand me that torque wrench.

Yep. Thank you.

Man, I can't tell you how many
bikes I've built from scratch.

What was the first?

'72 Honda Elsinore 125.

Is that when you
started racing?

Nah, that was
a few years after.

Always been a boyhood
dream of mine.

After I moved down South,
Abel took me under his wing.

Turns out the old bastard
knows just about everything

there is to know.

When did you start to ride?

Some older kids in the
neighborhood had dirt bikes.

Did a lot of stupid shit.

Surprised I'm still alive.

I think that's part
of the reason we do it.

Getting real up close
and personal with death

makes us feel alive.

Hey, Dean.

Yo.

Got a lady here
wants to see you.

Ooh.

Take a little break.

- Hi, young lady.
- Hey, baby.

You ready to have some fun?

Let's go.

How's the bike coming?

Good.

That's good.

What's left?

Yeah, I'm not real sure.

We were supposed
to finish it today, but...

Yeah, Dean has
a little habit of sometimes

not finishing what he starts.

Meantime,
you looking for a job?

Yeah.

Yes, sir, actually.

I could use some help
selling the stuff up front.

Keep this place tidied up.

OK.

One of the perks
working for me...

you get to learn how to build
these machines on your own.

Hell yeah.

Does that mean,
"I accept" nowadays?

Yes.

I accept.

How you doing?

What's going on?

Something I can
help you with?

Yeah, I'm looking for back
protection for my son here.

He just started riding
his first dirt bike.

Cool, man. What bike?

It's a CRF110.

Wow.
That's a serious bike.

Whoa. What's that?

That's a Triumph Daytona 765.

It's a serious bike too...
iconic.

Can I sit on it?

I wish, man.

The old man won't
even let me sit on it.

Maybe one day, buddy.
So those back protectors.

Yeah, got some
back protectors here.

Well, how does it feel?

It's different...
it's a lot lighter.

Front brakes are strong too.

The back tire wants
to come off the ground.

You'll get used to it.

You're running lower horsepower
than most of these other guys,

so you'll have to take
them in the corners,

not the straightaways.

Most of these kids
don't know how to take

a corner, including yourself.

Every time I see you
approach a corner,

you let off like you're pulling
into your fucking garage, man.

It's either full throttle
or full brakes.

Everything in between
is for pussies.

Turn your intercom on.

I'm in your brain bucket, rook.

You're forced
to listen to me now.

You're coasting
through that section.

Jesus, on the gas
or on the brakes.

Everything else
is a waste of time.

Keep that throttle pinned.

Don't you dare tap
those brakes, man.

You have to be outside.

When you see the cone,
you brake, and you brake hard.

Then you ease off
the brake, tip your front,

and you start
to crack that throttle.

Then you look down the line,
and you throttle through.

Full throttle.

I'm not used
to this bike, man.

It's too goddamn light.

It's your balls
that are too goddamn light.

You're not supposed
to be thinking.

It's like dancing with
a chick, not that you'd

know anything about that.

But you got to feel it.

Feel the rhythm back
and forth, back and forth.

Feel the rhythm.

You got to feel these corners.

Sway back and forth...

Would you shut the hell up?

Did that bastard
just turn me off?

Racing is physical, like
any sport, but specialized.

You got to be lean
as possible and flexible,

but strong as hell...

pushing you to
the limits, 100%,

riding on the back
of a missile.

It's going to take everything
you got to turn

that bike over lap after lap.

45-second rest.

10 down, 10 back.

Racing isn't just
physical, though.

It's mental.

Anyone can ride on adrenaline.

You got to fight
your instinct to survive.

You're going to hit
a threshold that you

won't be able to get past.

And when you're going
200 miles an hour,

your brain is telling your body
that it's gonna die.

You got to find a way
to tell it to fuck off

because unless you're
willing to risk everything,

you're already dead.

You keep your chest
on that tank,

or I'm going to tie your dick
to the handlebars.

Break, break hard.
Break, break, break.

What did I tell you?

Man, what did I tell you?
What did I tell you?

What did I say?

Hello? Wes?

There you go.

Looking good, kid.

Man, I forgot how
much fun that was.

I spent so many
years competing.

Sometimes,
it's nice to just ride.

Reminds me of why
I got started.

First time
I got on two wheels,

it was like it was
already a part of me.

And it's strange, man.

The faster I go,
the calmer I feel, so...

So you just need
to keep going faster.

Yeah.

You know what I think, kid?

What?

I think you're ready
for your first race.

You ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

Yeah.

Let's go!

Look how beautiful that is.

I'm glad you called.

You completely disappeared
from the diner.

I mean, I was just
following the rules.

You told me you
don't date customers.

Fair.

That's what you said.

Yeah, I know, yeah.

I was gonna call you earlier,

but I've been busy
with training and work.

Where do you work?

Motorcycle shop in town.

So motorcycles
are your thing.

Yeah.

That's my thing.

You ever ridden?

No, God, no.
I'm too scared.

- Too scared?
- Yeah.

I'm too scared.
They're incredibly dangerous.

Isn't everything
worth doing dangerous?

Not when you're dead.

I mean, once we're dead,
we won't know it, anyways.

Yeah, but what about
the people in your life?

Well, that's never
been an issue for me.

I'm sorry.

That got dark real quick.

What about you?
How was your week?

My week was good.

Yeah, I'm doing double duty
with school and work,

so I really...

I'm really enjoying
this drink, for sure.

That's cool.
You're going to school?

Yeah, nursing school.

Have you always
wanted to do that?

No, I used to want
to be on Broadway.

- Broadway?
- Yeah.

- New York Broadway?
- No.

Broadway Virginia, actually.

There's a great theater
for plays there.

Yes, of course,
Broadway New York.

I got a scholarship to NYU,
which is pretty crazy.

- Wow.
- So I was there for a year.

Then just life happened.

I guess it wasn't for me.

You wanted to be a nurse?

I wanted to take
care of people.

Oh, my God.
This song is so good.

Can we dance?

Oh, no.
Yeah, I don't dance.

Come on.
Have you ever tried?

Yeah, I can't...
I can't dance.

You're not scared of death,
but you're scared of dancing.

I'm not scared.
I just...

Come on.

It's my only day off,
so I'm gonna dance.

If you want to join me,
then come.

How you feeling, young buck?

I'm good. You?

I feel like
I'm gonna puke.

Don't worry about me, man.

I ain't worried about you.

I had six Jagerbombs
last night.

The infamous Dean Miller.

Fuck me.

Bobby and Cody.

Novice Middleweight Twins,

second call.

Who's the kid?

This is Legacy's
newest rider, Wes.

Wes, Bobby and Cody.

Farrell Performance...
we're the competition.

Mm-hmm.

You're finally hanging
up the suit, huh, Dean?

So I can spend the rest
of my days golfing like you?

Never.

No, I'm sitting this one out.

- My back is acting up.
- I bet.

You see what happens when
you ride for another 10 years.

He'll be a MotoGP
champion in 10 years.

You think?

You know, Cody here just
got an ex-factory bike.

- Is that so?
- Yeah, that's so, man.

I got to do something
to stay ahead of you, right?

Well, you have to
stay ahead of him now.

He's on the Twins for now.

But he'll be riding
Supersport in no time.

Well, I'm looking
forward to it.

- We got to head out.
- Sure.

Best of luck to you, Wes.

Thanks.

Abel.

All right, Bobby.

Dickheads.

Who's that?

Bobby Tresco.

He runs Farrell Performance.

It's funded by one
of the wealthiest

families in the state.

Cody's the grandkid.

Yeah, Cody thinks
he's a racer,

but he's just some spoiled
little rich prick who

thinks he knows how to ride.

Novice Middleweight Twins,

third and final call.

All right, hey, that's you.
Come on.

Remember,
full throttle, full brakes.

It's just like dancing.

Grip it and rip it, OK?

Let's dance.

Make it so.

Give 'em hell.

All right, boys, coming down.

You got this.

All right,
folks, now we've got

the Novice Middleweight Twins.

50 years later,
I still love it.

There's a lot
of great competition

in the Novice
Middleweight Twin class.

Precision, momentum does
make this race a great race.

Come on, Wes!

There is the green flag.

Riders are ready.

And 3...

Come on, Wes.

Let's go, Wes!

Yee-haw!

Come on, Wes!
You got this!

Come on.

Looks like he's already
got himself a groupie.

He's choking it, man.
Come on, get to the outside!

Hey.

Hey, look at that.
I taught him that outside pass.

And I taught you
that outside pass.

We are midway
through this race, folks.

Let's go, boy.
Come on, boy!

Let's go!

Real nice.

Neal around the outside

of the number-three position.

Come on, come on.

That's the final lap.

Now, now, now!

Come on, son.

Come on, Wes.
Come on, Wes!

Come on, Wes!
Come on!

We have just
seen a stunning ride

here for the rookie, Wes Neal.

That's my son!

Hey!

Blast
to the checkered flag, wow.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- Whoo!

Beautiful.

Looks like we got ourselves
a thoroughbred, here.

He might be better
than you were at that age.

Once we get him
on the big boy bikes,

then we start making some real
money, be good for the shop.

The shop's fine.

Let him enjoy it.

First place in
the Novice Middleweight Twins

class goes to Wes Neal
of Legacy Speed Shop.

My boy, Wes!

That was amazing.

Hey, what did I tell
you, greatest feeling

in the world, right?

Right?

- Who's this?
- This is Camila.

- Hello, Camila.
- Hi.

I am Dean, Wes's
trainer and father.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- Abel.
- Let me see this.

Wow, man, let's go into town

and get some
celebratory drinks.

- Want to come?
- No, I got a night shift.

You guys have fun, though.
It was nice to meet you.

- Check that out.
- I'll walk you out.

- Hey, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

She's trouble.

You would know.

Thank you. Thank you.

You didn't tell me
your dad was training you.

He ain't my dad.
He's Dean.

It's complicated.

Okay.

Hey, thank you for
coming all the way out.

Of course.

And I've got to say,
you're pretty good.

It was more than
I was expecting.

Yeah, you and me both.

If I was ever gonna ride
on the back of one

of those things,
I think it's safe to say

I'd want you driving it.

So you want to go for a ride?

No, I said if.
Don't get too cocky.

Now you know I can dance, you
can't get enough of me, huh?

So we're gonna
see each other again?

Maybe.

Bye.

Yeah, you got that look.

You, right now, you got that
look, man, the taste of glory.

Huh? You're hooked.

Worse than booze,
worse than women,

but it's the best high
there is.

Hey, Dean, man,
thank you for everything.

Listen, I wouldn't
do it if I didn't

think you had the talent.

No room for mediocrity
in this life.

You know, you ain't one
of these rich pricks

like Cody with his 40-foot
trailer and his mobile garage.

You work hard.

And what you did today...

standing on that podium
a foot above everyone else...

that's what you work for.

And we get to relive
those moments for the rest

of our goddamn life.

That's the glory.

I'll drink to that.

Hell yeah, you will.

This is only the
beginning, brother.

But, tonight,
we're getting drunk.

Hey, listen up!

Hey, man, sit...

Yo, yo, yo, cool your jets.

My boy Wes here won
his first race today.

So if anybody would like
to buy him a drink,

or if any of you ladies want
to show him a good time,

he's a single man
with a huge set of balls.

Do with that what you will.

- Hey, sit down.
- OK.

Yo, shots... line them up.

You're fucking crazy, man.

Welcome to the
fast life, kid.

Whoo!

And I'll let you know.

All right.

I'll call you, but
it'll be a little bit.

It's not gonna happen...
go to my office.

It's, you know,
something that...

I'll let you know as soon
as it comes in, all right?

Sit down.

You smell like a goddamn
liquor store dumpster.

I know.

I had...

You won your first club race,
so you went out

and you got drunk and show up
two hours late to my business

when I didn't have to hire
you in the first place.

It won't happen again.

It better not.

Look, kid,
Dean is like a son to me.

But what you don't
understand is that he's not...

A father. I know.

I'm not looking for one.

I came here to race.

I promise,
I won't let you down again.

I'm sorry.

Now this ain't about me.

This is about you.

Get to work.

You hurting?

You stranded me.

Man, I don't even know
how the fuck I got home.

You got me
in trouble with Abel.

Nah.

Old man plays a hard-ass,
but he knows

talent when he sees it.

I'll talk to him.

By the way,
I put plates on Frankenstein.

What bike am I
supposed to race?

My R6.

My back's fucked up.

I'm going to sit
another one out.

I feel like I'm just starting
to ride the Twin pretty well.

You want to keep racing
weekend riders for trophies?

If you want to run MotoAmerica
or World Superbike,

you got to race 600-class.

It's the only way
to make real money.

Hey, man, you can do this.

Trust me.

You got that Miller blood.

Grand Prix.

It looks like a decent
start from Rossi, who's...

Look at Valentino Rossi, man.

Look how deep he gets
into those corners.

That's impossible, man.

How does he do that?

Sacrifice.

That dude did nothing but eat,
sleep, and dream motorcycles

since he was four years old.

He was never married,
didn't have kids to look after,

dedicated his entire life
to his craft.

His reward?

$10 million a year
to travel around the world

and race motorcycles.

That's the dream.

My old man had me
when he was 19.

His dream was
to become a prizefighter.

Mom made him quit after
she had me and my brother.

Most miserable man I ever met.

Yeah.

You can't let life
get in the way

if you're destined
for greatness.

To greatness.

To greatness.

What happened
to the red bicycle?

Traded it, straight up.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Do you trust me?

Um, yeah, I think I do.

Let's get this on you.

Don't make me regret this.

It's cute.

Stop.

My dad used to take me
fishing here when I was a kid.

It's beautiful.

Dean seems pretty cool.

I guess.

I just met him.

He left my mom
before I was born.

Why did you find him now?

I wanted to race.

You can't race in Kansas?

I knew Dean was out here.

I knew he raced.

But I never looked
him up, you know?

He didn't care enough to find
me, so why should I find him?

But I needed someplace to get
started, so I came out here.

Are you trying to rebuild
that relationship at all?

Like as a father and a son?

No.

He doesn't deserve that.

I met a lot
of my dad's girlfriends

after he left my mom.

His most recent one is my age.

That's tough.

The anger and resentment

just used to eat at me
constantly, all the time.

It drove me insane.

So one day I just forgave him.

And then, yeah, I finally
felt free, somehow.

Not for him or anybody else
other than me.

You OK?

Hi.

Hey.

Shit.

Who is it?

Oh, shit.

Can you just get
dressed, please?

I'll explain.

You're happy?

You're excited?
I missed you.

How was Grandma's house?
Did you have fun?

Yeah.

Um, Wes, this is

my son, Leo.

Hey, man.

Hi.

- Do you like it?
- Yeah.

It's fun.
Hold on to that.

Oh, wow.

Why don't you go with Grandma?

I'm just going to talk
to your friend, OK?

- OK.
- Say bye.

- Bye, Leo.
- Bye.

I'm sorry.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want
to scare you off.

I know it was selfish of me,
and I shouldn't have.

But I totally understand
if you don't...

What?

It's a little late for that.

He's a sweet boy.
I can tell.

He is.

He's the light of my life,

the best thing that
ever happened to me.

What?

I got to get to the track.

I'll call you.

I hope so.

Yeah.

I'll call you.

Remember,
you're dealing with about 50

more horsepower on that bike.

It's all high RPMs.

Keep her screaming.

Over 8,000 RPMs, that should
explode, so feel it out.

Pull it too hard,

you'll be chewing
old gum off the asphalt.

Don't be scared.

Don't make me
shut the walkie off.

Take it easy, now.

Slow and steady.

I said easy.

This thing is
too top-heavy, man.

I'm not used to it yet.

Just ride the fucking bike.

Yo, you better not
crash my baby, Wes.

That bike's like
a child to me.

Something wrong?

I don't know, man.
You tell me.

Bike doesn't feel right.

Doesn't feel right?

I hand you a $50,000 race bike,

and you tell me
it doesn't feel right?

I think I should
keep riding the Twin,

get some more races
under my belt.

Jesus Christ, what is it
with you kids these days, man?

Everything's always
got to feel right.

Listen, you finish top
three in open Supersport,

you qualify for the nationals.

That's more sponsors'
eyes on you.

That's what you wanted, right?

Look, I'm just trying
to help you, kid.

Your expiration date
is fast approaching, OK?

The choice is yours.

Come on.

Let's go.

Hey, kid.

Hey.

Slow today.

It's slow every day.

How's everything going?

Good.

Yeah, I'm just gearing up
for this next race.

I'm on the 600 now.

Yeah, I heard.

And off the track?

Good?

Yeah.

Hey, man, I can't thank
you enough for this job.

It's really helping me out.

You're doing great.

I just might be
able to retire.

Here.

Consider it a bonus.

Abel, I can't take this.

You deserve it.

Thank you.

And, hey, I noticed
the Triumph is gone.

Yeah, I finally sold it.

Good, good, good.

You're really good at this.

Got to pull it hard.
Pull it hard.

Pull it hard.

Now pull the throttle.

Pull the throttle...
hard, hard, hard, hard.

- Pull it, pull it, pull it.
- You're so fast.

Hey!

Did you win?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Can I get one
of these motorcycles?

Sure.
Which color?

I'll do the black one.

Black, here you go.

Thank you.

- Is it fun?
- Yeah.

There you go.

He's hooked.

Yeah, I blame you for that.

Vroom, vroom, vroom.

It's nice to see
him this happy.

It's been hard for him lately.

He's been asking
about his dad a lot.

I just keep saying his dad
went on a long adventure.

Have you thought
about telling him?

He may not understand
now, but he'll

appreciate it
when he's older.

How is he?

He's out.

Thank you.

He's a cute kid.

He is.

There you go, Wes.

Hey.

It's Wes.

Leo,
how you doing, bud?

- Doing good.
- Hi.

Oh, now that's a cool
little motorcycle, Leo.

Hey, Wes, let's go.

Almost race time.

All right, buddy,
I'll see you soon.

It's nice to see you're OK.

You too, I'll see you later.

- All right.
- You too.

Hey, listen to me, I need
you focused out there, OK?

I am focused.

All right, all right.
Just making sure.

Hey, I didn't know
she had a kid.

Yeah, he's a good kid.

Cool. Cool.

You see Cody out there?

Take him out.

What do you mean,
take him out?

I mean, run his ass
off the fucking track.

Spoiled little prick doesn't
know how to ride that thing.

He's a danger to every
other rider out there.

You'll be doing
everyone a favor.

Don't worry about it.

He's got a top
of the line airbag suit.

He'll be just fine.

We good?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- OK.
- Bike good?

Bike is good.

Whoo!

Good luck, rookie.

This will be fun.

Expert 600-class,
second call.

Expert 600-class, second call.

Hey, who's this little guy?

Oh, he's my son, Leo.

Leo, hey, would it be cool if
that was you out there one day?

That'd be pretty cool, right?

No, we're just gonna stick
to tricycle riding for now, OK?

Oh, they progress
pretty quickly, darling.

I mean, just look at
your fellow out there,

from prison two podiums
in two months.

I'm very proud
of what he's done.

Anyway, listen,
you enjoy the race, OK?

And don't forget, you're gonna
root for Wes really loud...

Wes, Wes, Wes, Wes, go.

- OK.
- OK, nice to meet you, buddy.

Welcome to
the Georgia Regional, folks.

On the line now in the
Open Supersport 600-class.

Did he throw up yet?

No, he's good.

Points leader
Cody Farrell

trying to maintain
the season lead,

and rookie phenom,
Wes Neal is jumping

from the Twin
to the 600-class.

Keep an eye on him.

Here we go.

The red has come up,
and they're off.

Jesus, kid, take it easy.

And a great
start by Cody Farrell.

He's pushing too hard.

Let him find it.

There you go, kid.

Go, Wes!

Go, Wes!

Go, Wes, go, Wes, go, Wes.

Now.

Wes Neal
up to third place now.

Cody Farrell...
still in the lead.

Neal is closing
the gap on Farrell.

Come on, kid. Get it.

Come on.

Not sure what happened there.

Hey, where's the flag?

That was intentional.

Pull the black flag!

Wes Neal
crosses the line in fourth.

Shit!

And there's a black flag.

Cody Farrell has
been disqualified.

What position did I fall to?

Don't worry about that.
Everything is OK.

Cody cut me off.

I know.

Hey, Cody intentionally
ran him off the track!

You can't handle a
good ass whipping, can you?

You punk-ass son of a bitch!

Fucking Cody.

Don't touch him!

Let me go!

Get my fucking...

Back off!

Get off me!

You're a deadbeat piece
of shit who shouldn't

be allowed in here, you brat.

Come here, you joke!

Go to your trailer
park, you fucking loser.

Get the fuck off me!

Get out of here, Dean!

Camila! Camila, wait.

- Hey, I'm sorry.
- Stop, Wes, no.

I'll call you later.

Bobby, you piece of shit!

I'll kick your ass!

What the fuck are you doing?

Cody intentionally
ran him off the track.

Isn't that what
you told Wes to do?

He should have!

He'd be on the
podium right now.

Damn.

He's wearing
the name of my shop.

You guys here are
disgracing me and the sport.

You listen to me.

- What?
- Take Legacy off that suit.

Hey, I'm the one who made
a name for Legacy and for you.

You're delusional, Dean.

You haven't won a professional
race in 20 years.

Man, fuck you.

I got injured.

Yeah, you got injured.

But instead of you pulling
yourself up like a man,

you ended your own career.

You could have come back.

I watched you piss it away.

Well, I'm done.

You know what?

I'm the one who's fucking done.

I don't need you, old man.

I'm taking this kid to the top.

Or you're dragging
him to the bottom.

Yeah, walk away, Abel.

We don't need you, man.

Kid, you all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.

You good?
- All right, good.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, let's go get a drink, man.

Now, listen to me.

I'm looking out for you,
and you don't listen to me.

We're lucky Cody got flagged,
or you'd be out of the final.

What was all that
with you and Abel?

Man, that shit
goes back a long way.

I'm tired of carrying his ass
with nothing to show for it.

We don't need him.

We don't need him?

I'm leaving the shop.

We both are.

I'm broke, man.

I can't do this without a job.

Man, don't worry about it.

I got enough to hold us over.

Come live with me.

We'll train full-time,
none of this half-assed shit.

It's the only way
to take it to the next level.

You win this next race,
and we are

guaranteed to get on a team.

With that comes
sponsorship deals.

I'm talking six figures
in your first year.

Don't you think we're
moving a little fast?

Look, kid,
if you don't want to do this,

let me know now
because I'm putting

my ass on the line for you.

No, man, it's not that.

That girl?

Uh-huh.

How long did she wait
to tell you she had a kid?

Right.

Man, be careful.

She got daddy eyes on you.

It's all lovey-dovey now.

But you wait a couple of years,
and you look around,

you going to be
a fat failure with three kids

wondering what the hell
happened to your goddamn life.

And by then, it's too late.

To being the lucky ones.

I'll go get us another round.

Come in.

Hey.

I'm sorry about yesterday,
the race.

A lot of guys are gonna
come after you in this sport.

But you don't beat
them by slugging them.

You beat them with skill.

I'm gonna need
to start training full-time,

so I can get that skill,

take me to the next level.

So I'm letting you know
that I'm leaving.

OK.

And, Abel, I just... I want

to say thank you for everything
you've done for me.

Don't mention it.

Couch is yours.

Beers in the fridge,
and there's

some snacks in the pantry.

I tend to keep it pretty
lean around here, though.

You're on the Dean Miller diet
now, the diet of champions.

I really
appreciate this, man.

Just till I get
back on my feet.

Yeah, well, hey,
this could be fun.

We got years
to catch up on, right?

Hey, you know
what I was thinking?

What?

That all this happened
for a reason.

All of what?

Well, I mean,
if I would have stayed

with your mom, done the whole
ordeal, then none of this

would have happened.

And now look, you're about
to be on the pro circuit.

All right, new regimen starts
at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Get some rest.

Tighten it up.
Come on.

What you doing, man?

Yo, bring it in.

Looking kind of sloppy
out there.

What the hell's going on?

Something feels off.

What's something?

You got to be more specific,
or we can't fix it.

- You understand?
- I don't fucking know.

OK, we're gonna
do another run-through,

and we're gonna tweak
every inch of that bike

until it feels right.

Kid, now is not the time
to start losing your shit,

three days
before your next race.

You ride like that,
and we're both fucked.

Do you understand?

Relax, relax, relax.

Mm, here.

Take a drag.

There you go.

Breathe, breathe.

There you go. Listen.

Take it easy, kid.

Take it easy.

I don't think it's the bike.

You know, I used to get
so nervous I'd throw up

before every big race.

Remember when I said
racing wasn't just physical,

it's mental?

I got this shit...
doctor-prescribed.

Been taking it for years.

I don't take it
to get high, just,

you know, put me
in the zone, right?

Hyper-focus
without all the nerves.

A lot of the big boys take it.

I'll be fine.

I know you will.

I'm just saying,
it's there if you need it.

Come on. Let's go.

- Hey, I'm sorry...
- No.

- I didn't call.
- No.

This is why I don't
date customers, Wes.

- Wes, no.
- I'm sorry I didn't call, OK?

My head's been all fucked up.

I wasn't waiting
for your call.

The second you hit that guy...

you shouldn't be near my son.

I'm sorry, Camila.
I was wrong.

I shouldn't have
done that, OK?

I lost my cool.
I was wrong.

Is that why
you went to jail?

What?

No.

Dean said
you went to prison.

Of course he did.
Of course he did.

Is it?

I went to a military
prison for six months, OK?

I was challenged to a
street race for money.

Why didn't you tell me?

What, am I supposed
to offer that up like,

hey, I just got
out of prison,

you want to get
a drink with me?

It would have
been nice to know.

Well, it would have been
nice to know about Leo too.

That is not the same.

- That is the same.
- No.

- How is that different?
- That is not the fucking same.

He's my son.

You didn't want
to scare me off.

Look, I'm sorry if I crushed
your little fairy tale, OK?

I was never looking
for a fairy tale.

No, you were looking
for a father for Leo.

Is that it?

Wes, you're a wannabe
motorcycle racer

that lives in a motel.

That is not what
I was looking for.

He was right.

All this does is
get in the way.

Then leave.

Good luck with everything.

Good luck to you too.

Good luck with Dean.

Oh, shit.

You scared the shit
out of me, man.

I forgot you were here.

Where were you?

I had a bit of a day drink.

It turned into
a bit of a nightcap.

You want one?

No.

What the fuck is that?

You don't recognize it?

No.

You gave it to me.

I did?

When?

When you left.

You told my mom
to give that to me

and to say that your dad was
out there being a superhero,

racing motorcycles.

She said that?

Yeah, I remember that.

What happened
with you and my mom?

I thought you didn't want
to hear about that stuff.

I changed my mind.

I met Laura in church,
if you can believe that.

She was beautiful.

I asked her out.

We had a good time.

Didn't see her
for a couple weeks.

Then, one day,
she shows up at my job.

She says that she's pregnant
and that it's mine.

And she wants to keep it...

keep you.

But I had ambitions, man.

I had my whole life
ahead of me.

So you just left.

I was 21, man.

Fuck was I supposed to do,
throw my life away?

It was her choice, not mine.

But I was your son.

Oh, fuck, here we go.

I knew this shit was coming.

I was just trying
to talk to you.

No, you're not.
You're fucking scared.

- What am I scared of?
- Success.

You wait until right
before the biggest

race of your life to start
laying this shit on me.

Come on, man.
You're fucking terrified.

Just like you were when you
walked out on me and my mom.

You ungrateful little shit.

I have done nothing
but help you out

since you showed up here.

Jesus Christ, man.
I train you.

I build you a fucking bike.
I get you a job.

I let you live at my house.

Doesn't that mean something?

What does it mean?
Tell me what it means.

It means that I care.

You don't fucking care.

You're doing this shit
for yourself.

I'm your ticket out
of this fucking shit hole.

You missed your shot, Dean.

Now you're stuck here with
your shitty fucking trophies.

You believe that, huh?

You think you're
some golden ticket?

Well, I was young once too,
and I was better than you.

You think I'm using you?
You know what?

Get your shit, and get
the fuck out of here, man.

Go on.
Get the fuck out of here, man.

Get your fucking
hands off me.

Don't fucking touch me.
Don't fucking touch me.

You can't hurt me anymore.

You can't hurt me anymore
because I waited up for you.

I waited up for you every
fucking night... for you.

For you, you fucking
worthless piece of shit!

- Then fucking hit me.
- Fuck you.

- Hit me.
- No!

- Come on!
- No.

Hit me, hit me!

I did split on you.

I was afraid.

Come on, hit me.

What did you fucking do?

Put your hands in the air!

Let's go, put your hands
in the air right now!

Put your hands in the air.

Don't make us say it again.

Hands in the air!

Sorry.

I know.

What about the girl?

It didn't work out.

It's complicated.

One thing I've
learned in my 72 years

is everything worthwhile
is complicated.

You ever marry?

Angie.
She was the love of my life.

Lost her in a car
accident back in '92.

I was out of the state racing.

She kept asking me to retire,
so we could start a family.

I kept telling her,
just one more season...

kept chasing the glory.

But, really, I was running...

scared shitless
of being a father...

Because I never had one.

That's a pain
I live with every day.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Bathroom's down the hall.

You can stay
as long as you like.

Thank you, Abel.

No booze.

And we wake up
early around here.

Are you gonna say something?

Will you give me a minute
to gather my thoughts?

Want me to grab a pen,
some paper?

Would you quit
fucking with me?

The way I see it, it takes
a big man to apologize.

Unfortunately,
I'm not a very big man,

so I can't promise
you this apology

is gonna be any good.

Dean, we don't
need to do this.

I do.

My old man, Eddie...

ah, he used to beat
the shit out of me.

I used to wish that he would
just get up and leave for good

and just take off.

But he never did.

As much as I hate
myself for saying this,

I don't think I would have
made any better a father

to you than he was to me.

So I apologize for putting
hands on you the other night.

And for leaving you
and for walking

out the door on your mom.

But you were always
better off without me.

I don't believe that.

It's the truth.

You didn't miss out.
I did.

I lost.

You know why I came here?

Because you wanted to race.

I wanted to know
who you were.

Well, what do you
think so far?

Pretty cool, huh?

So where does this leave us?

Free, I guess.

Good luck out there, kid.

Holy shit, Abel.

Some of the bikes I've
collected over the years,

things I couldn't let go of.

You're the one who bought it.

I acquired it.

A man has to have one vice.

She'd be a lot happier
out on the track,

rather than sitting in here.

Abel.

I've seen you out there.

You got the gift.

And Dean has taught you well.

It'd be a shame to
let that go to waste.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

No.

I want to apologize.

No, I don't want
any apologies.

It'll just take
one second, please.

I don't... no.

We can talk out here.

I didn't tell you
about prison because I...

Because I'm ashamed, you know?

I thought you'd run.

But for the first
time in my life,

I feel like I'm
going somewhere.

And I got this race tomorrow
that could change everything.

And I'm asking you
to be there because I

want you in this future.

It doesn't work without
you and Leo in it.

I'm happy for you, Wes.

I really am.

But you're going to be
risking your life every day

on that motorcycle,
and I'm gonna be here worrying.

I'm sorry, Wes.

Camila, Camila, please.

I'm sorry.

Beautiful race day
here at Road Atlanta.

You got
to be kidding me.

What's he doing here?

I have no idea.

Hey.

What are you doing?

You sparked
something inside me.

I'm back, and I'm gonna
kick your ass today.

Experts
600-class, second call.

Good afternoon, everybody.

Welcome
to the MWRA Championship

at Michelin Raceway
Road Atlanta.

It all comes down to this.

Veteran Dean Miller returns
to the track after an injury,

and Dean's son,
rookie Wes Neal,

looking red-hot this season.

We'll see what he can do
on a Triumph Daytona.

Wes!

Austin Ford, row 5.

Cody Farrell is on
the grid in third position

on the Kawasaki.

It's time to get going.

As they head up the hill.

Let's go, Wes!

Come on!

Newcomer Wes Neal
is making great progress.

He's in third.
Come on!

And we're halfway.

- Come on!
- He's moving.

Cody Farrell is
first, Dean Miller is second,

Wes Neal, third.

Get off me, old man!

You little prick.

Kill switch!

Oh, shit.

Ha-ha!

Cody Farrell
drops out of first.

It's now Dean and Wes.
That's it.

Come on, Wes! Come on!

One lap to go.

Come on, Wes!

Here they come
through the final third.

No!

Wes Neal takes the win.