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

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

on Cam Munroe in the midnight blue number two.

These two have been scrapping it out

all season long here in super late model racing.

They sure have, Jimmy.

Cam Munroe drives for his dad and crew chief,

local racing legend, Sam "The Man" Munroe.

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

And hold on right there!

Cam Munroe dives inside with a slick pass on Linsky.

- He's done it! - Yeah!

- Straight-up amazing driving. - Yes!

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

with only one lap to go.

We might be seeing a changing of the guard right here

with young Cam Munroe in the lead.

Can he hold onto the win?

Oh! Oh, no, no, no!

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

Whoa! Big problems rumbling here for team Munroe.

That engine's been a problem all season.

And there goes Bob Linsky ripping past Cam Munroe.

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

His car dying completely just shy of the finish line.

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

who clinches the championship with this win,

making it three titles in a row for Linsky.

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

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

Yeah. The Munroe car is fast when it runs,

but it's been plagued by engine problems all season

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

For sure.

I know Cam Munroe will be back next season,

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

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

Yeah!

Whoo!

Having a good day for you!

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

I gotta go to work.

- - Super!

All right.

Whoo!

- - We're ready for you.

- -

Pick your weapon.

- Uh... gold. - Gold, all right.

Bait your hook.

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

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

- Pinch a little off like that. - Okay.

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

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

Now, stand up.

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

- Mmm-hmm. - I like this part.

Now, seriously, why did you move down here?

- After the divorce... - Yeah.

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

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

Mmm.

When I got offered a teaching job at a reasonable salary

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

Well, I sure am glad you did.

Yeah, me too.

I opened up. What about you?

Mmm-hmm.

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

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

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

Um... Jen and I, we grew up together,

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

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

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

including my father.

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

and I did for a while.

What happened?

Well, she-she died and, uh, it was, uh,

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

No, no, no.

It's a part of me, you know.

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

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

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

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

And, uh, just 'cause you talked about school

or it just stirred up a school memory or something.

What are doughnuts?

Mmm.

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

- Oh! - This is my first time.

Oh, great!

Hey, champ!

Is that supposed to be funny?

Depends on how you look at it, I guess.

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

What's that supposed to mean?

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

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

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

I'm just trying to help.

Come on up and talk to me.

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

No big deal, no pressure. No nothing.

No harm in listening.

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

- Tell me about your hobby. - Hobby?

- Yeah, racing. - Hell, no.

Racing ain't no hobby.

It's more like a family tradition.

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

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

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

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

- if-if my dad had let her. -

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

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

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

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

so he asked me to use my football helmet,

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

This was for me.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

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

You can have it.

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

She's getting so big.

Please say something.

- Like what? - Anything.

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

I talked to Bob Linsky today.

Why'd you talk to him?

He offered me a job running his service center.

You know how much extra money that would pay?

Is that all you guys talked about?

He's entering a new car next season.

He wants me to drive it for him.

- You already have a ride. - I know.

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

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

Riding for your dad is one thing,

but riding for that son of a bitch is dangerous,

in more ways than one.

I hate to think what your dad would say.

I don't care what he'd say!

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

- - Great, now you made her cry.

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

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

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

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

I want to win races.

I want to be a champion,

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

- Have you talked to him about this? -

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

but riding for Bob Linsky?

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

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

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

I told you that if I drive for Linsky,

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

I can't believe you trust this guy.

Two-fifty. Two-fifty.

Two hundred.

Tax.

Hey, you.

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

Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure. Pull up a chair.

All right. What's on your mind?

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

All right. Let's hear it.

I'm not gonna race for you anymore.

What was that? What did you just say?

I'm not gonna drive for you anymore.

I've thought about it a long time.

There's no other way.

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

I'm not giving up racing.

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

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

I accepted an offer from Bob Linsky.

- Linsky? - Take it easy.

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

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

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

Please try to understand.

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

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

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

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

It means more to you than your blood?