(rumbling in distance)
(engines revving)
ANNOUNCER: Welcome, race fans.
We've got exhibition for you tonight.
Mano a mano, Santos versus Gray,
a dream exhibition featuring two of the best at the sport!
(cheering, applause)
(engines roaring)
ANNOUNCER: Davi Santos takes it to Liza Gray!
She's eating his exhaust!
(beep)
ANNOUNCER: Unbelievable!
Vintage Santos.
(cheering, applause)
(tires squealing)
Things are getting testy out there.
Who said this was just an exhibition?
Davi, this is a show, not a race.
Ease up, all right?
(engine roaring)
(tires squealing)
What the hell is he doing out there?
What he always does-- winning.
(engine decelerating)
(tires screech)
MAN: Should I tell him to slow down?
I'll tell him to cool it.
Whoo!
Come on!
Hey... cool it out there with Gray.
This is supposed to be fun, not a competition.
It's all the same to me.
Easy for you to say, you don't own the car.
But I own the spotlight.
Don't push it.
(engine roars, tires screech)
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): We have an accident on the track.
Everyone please remain calm, stay seated,
let the emergency crews do what they do best.
(explosion thunders)
(siren wails in distance)
FLACK: All right, if anything changes either way, give me a shout.
Thanks.
(phone beeps off)
I've watched Davi Santos race for years.
Get out! Didn't know you were a motorhead.
The man's a legend.
Your legend's over at Trinity General
right now, in critical condition.
These drivers wear suits
that protect them from 700 degrees Celsius heat.
According the doctor, Santos was well protected,
but seared his lungs breathing in the flames.
Doesn't look good.
Formula FBZ cars are not only built for speed, but safety.
They don't explode like this unless somebody makes them.
Suggesting it was deliberate.
This was slipped under Santos's door last night.
"Get in that car tomorrow...
you die."
Yeah.
According to the team owner,
it's the fifth threatening note Santos received this month.
Santos received death threats, decided to race anyway?
Guy's a showman.
Didn't want to upset his fans.
It's the hottest ticket in the city.
Hotter than anyone expected.
Captioning sponsored by CBS,
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(siren wailing)
Mr. Wells, any idea
who wrote these letter threats?
I hired investigators to look into it weeks ago.
Nothing came of it.
You were in the pit area before the explosion.
You see anything unusual?
No, sir.
I take every precaution to protect my drivers.
Everything I saw today was routine,
except what happened to Davi.
This was supposed to be a simple exhibition.
A prelude to start the season.
Well, the season will have to wait.
Someone tried to kill Santos by sabotaging his car,
and we have to determine what happened here.
Until then, the New York 400 is on hold.
Oh, Davi and I go way back.
He was always the driver.
I was always the crew chief.
Guess who got the girls?
After last season, we were supposed to
walk away from all this, retire,
but he talked me into coming back.
Now, I'm standing here, he's in the hospital,
and I have no idea what the hell happened here.
I know this isn't easy, Mr. Bernard.
Is there anything else you can tell me
about the exhibition race?
It was for the fans,
but Santos seemed to make it more than that.
Davi and Liza Gray, they're both competitors.
You put them in anything with wheels,
they're gonna drive hard.
That's what makes them champions.
Can you think of anyone
who might have been responsible for this?
Davi was the definition of hell on wheels.
He'd drive around you, over you
or through you to get a win,
so he left a lot of enemies in his wake.
Thank you, Mr. Bernard.
What do you think?
I think our best witness is right there
in front of us.
We need a closer look at this car.
That's not going to be easy.
Team Cietro is claiming proprietary rights
on the car.
These racing teams-- they pay millions
to make sure their competitors
never find out what's under the hood.
Well, that's unfortunate,
because this car is our crime scene.
MAN: Okay, come on through!
Stop. Good.
(beeping)
Somebody did a bad thing to a good fin cooler.
You a racing fan?
Anything that rips it up
at 200 miles an hour, you gotta respect.
That's my girl. You grow up in Montana,
you love race cars.
LINDSAY: Maybe stock car.
But open wheel-- that's a whole different thing.
I know what you mean.
Paddle shift versus stick.
Front and rear wings. And you have the whole LCD
steering wheel that you basically need
an engineering degree to operate.
You race?
PlayStation.
But those games are very realistic.
All right, Speed Racer, calm down.
We got 1,200 fragments here.
What caused the explosion?
I don't see any signs of a detonation device.
ROSS: No timers.
No remote triggers.
And... the soot doesn't indicate
any oxidizing agent, but it does indicate petrol gasoline.
These cars might have been designed by the NASA type,
but they basically run on the same type of fuel
as my dirty-ass beater.
That being said,
the body of this car was designed
to be fireproof, and in order for it
to burn like this, it had to be covered in gasoline.
That sounds like a fuel leak,
but no explosive.
LINDSAY: There was no bomb added to this car.
The car itself was a bomb.
Had to be a spark for the gasoline.
All right.
We're gonna have to put this race car back together,
figure out who rigged it.
I know how much money is at stake.
That has nothing to do with this investigation.
If the mayor wants to discuss it,
he knows where to reach me.
The president of the Racing Coalition
made a call to city hall.
They're threatening a breach of contract case against the city,
if the New York 400 doesn't go tomorrow.
And they're calling for your head if it doesn't.
Look, I know what the stakes are.
New York's been trying to land a racing event for 50 years.
There's money and jobs on the line.
And in this economy, it would be a shot in the arm for the city.
That might be true, but Santos is our main concern.
I'm not going to let this race compromise this case.
Any word on him?
He's still in surgery.
Where are we with those threatening letters he received?
That was my next stop.
(computers trilling and beeping)
Talk to me, Hawkes.
They're all handwritten.
I'm running a textual analysis through the FBI database,
from word usage to punctuation to misspellings.
Well, all comes down to how you cross your T's and dot your I's.
I've processed these letters
front to back-- no prints, no trace.
All the letters match?
Same handwriting, same ink used, same paper stock.
Common materials, nothing unique.
Except for the messages.
(Bonasera reading):
"You drive fast, but hypocrisy will catch up to you."
And now, "Get in that car tomorrow... you die."
Each one's becoming more serious,
more threatening.
Somebody wanted to be heard.
And now they have been.
Loud and clear.
(trilling)
Hold on.
This is a threat sent
to a New York congressman last year.
Same linguistic profile as our letters.
BONASERA: They identified the author as Josh Weaver.
36-year-old former political science professor.
Assault on a police officer.
Sent threats to congress.
Also sent threats to Cietro Spirits.
The sponsor of Santos' racing team.
So what does a racing sponsor and congress have in common?
I can barely change my own tires, much less blow up a car.
Don't play absent-minded professor with me, okay?
I've read your rap sheet.
I write letters. I don't act on them.
Really?
'Cause you seem like the persistent type.
You know? You wrote letters to congress.
You wrote letters to Cietro Spirits.
When that didn't work, you sent threats.
I'm thinking, when the threats didn't work...
They were hypocrites, okay? Someone needs to wake them up!
And that's your job?
You ever see a family of four
mowed down by a drunk driver?
I mean, can you even comprehend
that level of tragedy?
I know about your brother and his family,
and I know that the driver walked away
with a clean bill of health
and an open bottle on the passenger seat.
But what you don't know is
that bastard was on his way home from the track,
having just attended a race
that was sponsored by Cietro Spirits.
What kind of message is that?
Huh? Fast cars and-and-and hard drinks?
Did you know 53% of their business comes from race fans?
Look, I'll be honest with you.
The idea of blowing up their prized car sky high is lovely,
but I don't want to add to their death count.
Look, I'm not your guy, okay?
You want proof?
You can check with my anger management group.
Anger management group?
Yeah.
That's where I was the night of the race.
Oh, you don't believe me?
No, no, I believe you got a temper and you need a group.
What I don't understand is, if you weren't going
to do anything to Santos, why send threats?
Look, I am one individual, okay?
If the most that I can do is keep their mascot off the road,
that's a victory in my book.
(aggressive rock intro plays)
FEMALE VOCALIST: ♪ I'm just a machine ♪
♪ No one to help me ♪
♪ I'm just a machine ♪
♪ Do what you tell me ♪
♪ Baby, abuse me ♪
♪ I'm just a machine ♪
(ratcheting)
♪ Every crash, there'll be blood ♪
♪ You don't say it, I don't know it ♪
♪ Work it, baby... ♪
(drill whirrs)
♪ I've been waiting for this sequence to begin ♪
♪ No control when you're gone ♪
♪ Drove his way into my system, turn me on ♪
(electronic, buzzing voice): ♪ Turn me on, turn me on ♪
♪ Turn me on... ♪
FEMALE VOCALIST: ♪ On. ♪
LINDSAY: Okay, guys, we're putting
Humpty Dumpty back together again,
but not everything fits.
What do you got?
Well, according to the specs,
every wire is accounted for except this yellow one.
ROSS: Still looking for our leak,
but the fuel cell is made of Kevlar,
so not only wouldn't it leak, but it also could take
a few bullets.
Check the fuel line instead.
We got tool marks.
Somebody definitely sabotaged this line.
The edges are worn down from friction.
Whatever tools they used
to cause this leak weren't meant for the job.
Maybe they did it just to throw us off.
Or maybe they didn't know what they were doing.
Well, whatever happened, somebody sabotaged a fuel line.
That means our vic was driving around
in a big gas tank.
(engine revving)
Yup.
And maybe whoever left this print behind
could tell us about it.
(engine roaring)
I'm not surprised.
I'm the test driver for Team Cietro.
My prints are all over that car.
Including where the engine meets the fuel line.
Exactly where
the tampering occurred.
It's not tampering.
That's protocol.
Instead of doing road tests before exhibitions,
I do thorough inspections.
You see anything wrong?
When I was done, that fuel line was perfect.
Detectives,
I grew up idolizing Davi Santos.
He's the reason I drive.
I take my role very seriously.
Well, that's good, 'cause your role just got a lot bigger.
With Santos out of the way, you're the new face of Team Cietro.
I've always wanted to race, but not like this.
Davi's the last of a dying breed.
Most of us are scared as hell when we're behind the wheel.
Not him. That's what makes him the best there is.
I finished my inspection
seven hours before the exhibition started.
Like I said, that car was fine when I left it.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have practice.
(engine starts and revs)
(tires squealing)
Maybe it's me, but I don't get it.
You got 80 laps jammed into that tiny car,
ten-second pit stops.
Where do you go to the bathroom?
You don't want to know.
Gotta be nuts.
My father calls these things coffins on wheels.
These drivers push their limits--
always on the edge of danger,
(phone chimes)
always chasing a faster time.
Not me.
Text from the Mayor's Office.
He's making an announcement
about the New York 400 this evening.
They've been calling us, too.
Racing Coalition's threatening lawsuits against everybody--
NYPD, City Hall.
It's more about making a profit than making things safe.
The show must go on.
TAYLOR: This is where the car was
kept between the inspection and the exhibition.
The tampering had to happen in here.
Looks like forced entry.
Crowbar action.
Looks like they left something behind.
(creaking)
No sign of a burglary.
Whoever broke in came for the car.
And they had every tool necessary to loosen a fuel line.
I'll get these collected and start processing.
Maybe we'll get lucky with one of them.
The fiber Mac found is a flame-retardant weave.
We're running tests.
There's also a residue on it.
A blend of motor oil.
Some race teams add compound enhancers
to their oil to improve lap times.
And knowing the exact mixture
of the additives is where things get interesting.
Each team has its own blend.
Just like a fingerprint.
Did you run it through GCMS?
Yup. Found peaks for zinc phosphate
and molybdenum disulfide.
Now, there's only one team
that uses that particular blend--
Liza Gray's team.
Oh.
And check this out.
Two years ago
at the Monaco 400.
Santos ran Liza Gray into the wall.
Cost them both the season.
He was suspended, she nearly died.
And this exhibition is her first race back since the accident.
And there's something else.
(reporters clamoring, calling out "Liza! Liza!"
Racing hard is one thing, but if you're gonna try and kill me,
you better get it done, 'cause if you don't,
I'm coming after you.
Now that looks like a rivalry.
Or motive for revenge.
(camera shutter clicking, heavy rock intro playing)
♪ Bloated ♪
♪ Bloodshot eyes ♪
♪ Gunman ♪
♪ Prey no sin ♪
♪ Sisters ♪
♪ Could not speak... ♪
(song ends)
I saw your race in Monaco.
Hell of a wreck.
Five surgeries.
Looks like you've recovered nicely.
I've worked hard for everything I have,
and this is no different.
Then you understand
what Santos is going through right now.
I do.
what Santos is going through right now.
I do.
And I send my best to him and his wife.
That's certainly a different attitude
than what you were saying on the rehab trail.
Don't believe everything you hear.
It's just the business of motor sports.
Yeah, it used to be
about the car and the driver, and now it's about the brand.
Is that right?
A strong brand is just one more way
to stay ahead of the competition.
I can think of a few other ways.
The Team Cietro transporter was broken into
before your exhibition.
GRAY: Santos has his fair share of enemies,
both on and off the track.
Sure, but you're the only one
who publicly vowed to go after him.
It's just racing.
It's like Yankees versus Red Sox,
Ferrari versus McLaren,
Gray versus Santos.
It sells tickets.
Guess that's why we found evidence
at the site of the break-in.
Oil trace linked to your team,
and a flame-retardant fiber that matches your racing uniform.
GRAY: You got all that off a fiber from my uniform?
It's the business of forensics.
I just wanted to get a closer look under the hood.
How close of a look?
That's why they call it formula racing.
It's about the formula.
There's a set of rules and regulations that every team
agrees to follow.
Including the ones who break and enter?
I just wanted to see his car.
In a way, Monaco was a crossroads
for both of us.
How so?
Davi Santos is a racing icon,
but ever since the accident,
he hasn't won a championship.
His times have been getting slower,
and maybe he lost his edge.
But a driver like that,
desperation sets in.
I heard he started tweaking his engine.
So I took some photos...
I just wanted to see what I was up against.
TAYLOR: Now you know.
And now those photos belong to us.
(beeping, trilling)
TAYLOR: Like I said, there's nothing else I can tell you.
Lindsay's looking over Liza Gray's cell phone,
to see if her story checks out.
What about the tools we brought back from the transporter?
Hawkes is overseeing the team that's processing them.
There are over 200 pieces.
It's gonna take some time.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Taylor.
No comment.
It's an ongoing investigation.
Press?
I told the mayor
to postpone the race 48 hours,
and now the media's all over it.
Hmm.
Well, Santos should be out of surgery any minute now.
Good.
You know, Flack told me that, uh,
you used to watch him race.
Yeah, I did.
I still do when... time permits.
Used to go to the speedway with my father.
I got Mario Andretti's autograph one year.
It's every boy's dream, isn't it?
To get behind the wheel of a race car.
Well, it was my dream, yeah.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
I raced in the soapbox derby.
We came in third in the Illinois State finals one year.
Little Mac Taylor, the Soapbox Derby champ.
Now, didn't they
just slap four wheels on a box and roll those babies downhill?
Uh, for me, it was a little more than that.
Oh.
It was never about the vehicle.
It was a love for speed,
pushing a car as far as it could go.
That's what it was about.
Back then, we all wanted to be Steve McQueen.
(laughs)
To be young and naive again.
Yeah.
But looking at what happened to Santos,
it doesn't seem as innocent anymore.
(phone rings)
Bonasera.
Okay. Thank you.
Good news.
Santos has been moved to ICU and he's conscious.
Get down there and talk to him.
Maybe he has some answers.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Cardiac on call to CCU, suite 3.
I need to speak with Mr. Santos.
Trace through his sequence of events
prior to the explosion.
He may be the only person who can shed some light on this.
Tania's been by his side since he got out of surgery.
(heart monitor beeping)
(alarm beeping)
(flatline tone, alarm blaring)
WOMAN: Emergency in ICU, station 12.
WOMAN: What's his status?
Mrs. Santos.
WOMAN: What's his status?
Mrs. Santos.
His heart stopped beating.
He was doing fine,
and his heart just stopped beating.
MAN: We got a code blue.
Start chest compressions.
I'm on it.
Let's get a rhythm strip.
Epi stat!
Make sure the airway's clear.
Prepare to shock him.
They're charged.
Prepare to shock him.
They're charged.
Clear.
BERNARD: This can't be happening.
TANIA: Yes, it can.
WOMAN: Start that epi tray!
This day is long overdue.
MAN: One, two, wait--
Clear!
(siren wailing)
He looked fine.
He looked healthy.
He was recovering.
Mrs. Santos, I'm truly sorry for your loss.
(quietly): Yeah.
The idea of loss implies
that Davi belonged to me in the first place.
In a way, his murder is...
poetic justice.
Why would you say that?
Dying was the only way he would have retired.
What do you expect?
You know what this is.
We had an agreement.
Last season was supposed to be your last.
Have you heard what they're saying about me?
That I lost my edge?
How can I retire with that?
Who cares about them?
You made a promise to me.
Honey... I always come home safely.
Haven't I?
Did you husband have enemies?
None larger than himself.
Was there anything unusual about his routine
leading up to the exhibition?
I don't know if there's any truth
to him losing his edge, but...
after that crash in Monaco,
he wasn't the same.
In what way?
His behavior became erratic.
I asked him if he was on anything,
but he didn't tell me.
My husband wasn't great at keeping promises,
but it was unusual for him to keep secrets.
Is there anything else you can tell me, Mrs. Santos?
Something inside me
always knew that Davi's last day
on the track would be his last day on earth.
But I never thought he'd get taken away from me like this.
Here you go.
These are the specs you requested, darling.
Thank you.
What do we have here?
Well, it looks like
Liza Gray's story checks out.
I've got detailed pictures
of everything here, from the engine,
to the chassis base.
Doesn't look like the fuel line's been tampered with.
Which means the car was sabotaged after Liza Gray left.
Or she just put the camera down and did it herself.
Right, but we have eyewitnesses who say she did an interview
15 minutes after those photos were taken.
That's not enough time to rig a car for an explosion,
or even evaluate the photos.
If Liza didn't do it, there was a four-hour window
before the exhibition for whoever did.
Anything else?
Yeah...
but I don't know what it is.
DANNY: Looks like a generator.
Right. I was hoping the specs would shed some light on it--
but whatever it is, it's not in here.
All right, so we got one extra piece to our puzzle.
This could be what Liza was talking about
when she mentioned Santos was tweaking his engine.
You think it has anything to do
with that mystery yellow wire we found?
I'll find out.
I mean, if it's in the photographs,
it should be in the garage.
All right, sweetie, back to the grease.
If Santos wasn't known for racing cars,
he'd be known for his autopsy.
According to Sid, he's full of painkillers--
oxycodone and morphine-- at levels much higher
than the hospital would've given him.
Well, it's no surprise,
considering the injuries he suffered over the years.
Yeah, several broken bones.
Honestly, I don't know how he got in and out of a car.
Now, most of the breaks have healed, but each one
tells a story.
This fractured skull and clavicle?
According to the records Sid pulled,
are from flying shrapnel at the Singapore 400.
That's right.
And this broken fibula...
Portugal 300.
And the shattered pelvis,
that was in Rio.
So you're a superfan.
Just a fan.
Well, hopefully this will help shed some light on things.
Now, Santos was was wearing a flame-retardant racing suit,
but there's a second-degree burn
on his lower back side.
Now, considering the level of protection he was wearing,
this burn could've only been caused
by sustained exposure
to an extremely hot flame.
Whatever caused this might be our ignition source.
And according to this burn area,
it was located directly behind the cockpit.
Well, judging from his body,
your star driver should've died seven or eight times.
Explains Mrs. Santos' reaction.
He spent a lot of hours in the emergency room.
Yeah, and being on painkillers couldn't have made driving a car
any easier for Santos.
I'm guessing that was the reason for his diminished performances.
Santos raced
with an edge his entire career.
Looks like he lost everything trying to keep it.
Is this a thing of beauty, or what?
Every single piece is accounted for--
following the specs and the burn pattern.
Great work.
We checked the area behind the cockpit right here, Mac...
...and this is where we discovered
that this is where our mystery generator was located.
LINDSAY: We checked with the Racing Coalition.
It's called a VIC engine.
Velocity Injection Chamber.
I've read about it.
A nasty piece of work, but it's still experimental.
Not every team is using it.
LINDSAY: That's why it wasn't in the specs.
It's not part of the formula yet.
DANNY: Might be the future of hybrid engines, though.
It recycles wasted energy.
(engine revving)
DANNY: When a car slows into a turn,
the VIC engine sucks kinetic energy from the brakes
and stores it, so if the driver needs a boost,
he just has to press this button
right here on the steering wheel.
The VIC engine takes the stored energy
and sends it back out to the wheels.
(engine roaring)
Instant turbo boost at your fingertips.
Press the button and...
Boom...!
Sorry. That was... That was your moment.
I thought you were gonna... boom.... nothing...
So how'd the VIC engine cause the explosion?
It was rigged with our mystery wire.
Now, when Santos pulled out of the pit stop,
he pushed the boost button.
But what he didn't know
was that instead of getting a boost, our VIC engine
was rigged with our mystery wire to short-circuit.
Now, it doesn't take a genius to know
that short circuit plus gas vapors equals not good.
So when Santos didn't get the boost he expected,
my guess is he just kept pushing the button.
He never knew what hit him.
Boom.
Turns out our vic was killed by a VIC engine.
So we have our murder weapon.
Now we need to find our murderer.
Whoever rigged this knew exactly what they were doing.
And based on Liza Gray's photographs,
they had a four-hour window before the exhibition to do it.
Which means they were familiar with the car.
That narrows down our suspect list to Team Cietro.
(trilling)
Hey.
This is security footage from the hotel
that Team Cietro is staying at.
Wait till you see what was going on
during the four-hour window leading up to the exhibition.
That's Mrs. Santos.
Only that is not her room.
Room 1831 belongs to Dwight Bernard.
These two might not be the grieving duo
we thought they were.
Exactly. Now, this is 30 minutes later.
They take the elevator.
Mrs. Santos gets off on the twelfth floor.
Dwight continues down to the lobby, and doesn't come back
to the hotel for over an hour, which fits our timeline.
Dwight Bernard had the opportunity.
And ability.
As crew chief, he knows that car as well as anyone.
That's not the only thing he knows well.
You're responsible for the death of Davi Santos,
a man you claimed was your friend.
I was trying to help Davi.
By rigging his car to explode.
Of course not.
I could never do that to him.
Or Tania.
What's the nature of your relationship with Mrs. Santos?
TANIA: If you're implying
that we're anything more than friends, you're wrong.
Well, you're in no position to be defensive.
Not after going to Dwight's hotel room
the night of your husband's accident.
I-I told you.
Davi wouldn't listen to me.
I didn't want him racing,
so I had no other choice but to turn to Dwight.
He was supposed to retire!
You both were!
You know Davi. There's no talking to him.
Isn't a crew chief supposed to protect his driver?
DWIGHT: Tania's my friend.
And she was right.
Davi's erratic behavior
and his refusal to stop driving not only endangered himself,
but everyone around him.
Something had to be done.
And you decided that something was sabotaging his engine.
Guys like Davi understand
and respect one thing,
and that's losing their edge.
I wasn't trying to kill him,
just throw him off his game.
With the new engine, if it malfunctioned,
maybe Davi loses a few seconds off his time.
Then he would know for sure that he didn't have it anymore.
But our plan was only to slow him down,
not to kill him.
Dwight swears that's all he tried to do, but
I... I-I'm not sure what to believe anymore.
DWIGHT: All I did
was rig that engine to short-circuit.
That's all that was supposed to happen.
Just a few sparks.
I-I'm not trying to make excuses; I deserve
whatever punishment that I get.
But I've been around cars my whole life,
and I'm here to tell you,
there is no way that what I did
caused that car to explode.
TANIA: We both loved Davi
so much, and we were angry with him for so long,
for being selfish with his life.
It just seems like a cruel joke
that our attempt to save him
led to his death.
(crying)
(sighs)
(door creaks open)
Something's not right.
No. I see opportunity, but I don't see motive.
Hey, guys?
They didn't do it.
What do you got?
Finished processing
the tools we took from the team transporter,
and found the wrench that was used to sabotage Santos' car.
Tool marks were an exact match.
And that's not all.
Prints on the wrench match Connor Wells--
the team owner.
TAYLOR: Davi Santos
helped build Team Cietro.
Why would you want to get rid of him?
In the beginning, it was the same for everyone.
All we wanted to do was race cars.
But the sponsors, the money--
all of that changed things.
You have both been great for Team Cietro,
and I appreciate all you've done,
but this talk about not retiring--
is that really in your best interest?
What the hell you talking about?
You're great, Davi, but you've gotten slow.
Read the signs.
Reece is the future.
It's interesting you say that,
because all those fans out there are chanting my name.
Just like they say,
you either win, or you go home.
So, you followed Dwight.
Watched what he did to the car.
WELLS: I recognized an opportunity,
and as a businessman, I acted on it.
Opportunity?
That's what you call murder?
WELLS: I thought I was looking out
for the best interests of my company.
Life without racing is worse
than death for guys like us.
TAYLOR: But in the end,
this wasn't about racing at all.
You put Davi in harm's way for your own personal survival.
You bastard!
He was your friend! He made you rich!
TAYLOR: Get him out of here.
You are so loving this.
A little wish fulfillment?
Yup. I just thought maybe you'd like to see
what it's like behind the wheel.
Oh, me, huh? Not you?
You just better bring your A-game, Bonasera.
Oh, I always do, Taylor.
Remember, these cars are worth a few hundred thousand bucks,
so, if you break it, you buy it.
I hope you're insured.
Thank you for this.
It's the least I could do.
People look up to us,
but you guys are the real heroes, so,
go out there, have some fun,
burn some rubber.
(rock intro playing)
♪ I was in a functional way ♪
♪ And I had my brown sound jacket ♪
♪ Queen of call collect on my arm ♪
♪ She was my calm-me-down ♪
BONASERA: Hey, Mac, are you ready?
Ready!
♪ She was my good luck charm ♪
♪ She was my good luck, it come running ♪
♪ Here it come running again ♪
♪ Aw, trouble come running ♪
♪ Here it come running again ♪
♪ Well, all right! ♪
(engines revving)
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