Poker Face

Announcer: (over speakers) Welcome, everyone,

to Peach Tree Speedway,

where today's race is crucial in determining

this year's Late Model champion.

Will it be the brash newcomer and points leader

Davis McDowell?

Or the veteran Keith Owens, in his final season,

just five points back in second place?

The youngster McDowell has been giving Owens

more than he can handle.

There is certainly no love lost

between these two drivers.

Owens has got a lot to live up to.

His father and his grandfather were both racing legends.

He has got to be feeling the weight of that legacy

on his shoulders right now.

Drivers, start your engines.

Greg: (over radio) Smooth and steady, partner,

just like we talked about.

Don't worry about that little shit.

Just race your race.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen,

the field is stacking up behind the leader.

They're heading for the start line.

The green flag is out.

And they're off!

Owens finds a gap and goes for the front.

McDowell follows on the inside.

Okay, Keith, show that kid who's boss.

Announcer: Owens takes an early lead.

That was your fastest lap of the day.

Just hold her straight.

Announcer: The white flag is out.

It's the final lap.

Owens leads, but McDowell is in hot pursuit.

McDowell makes his move and switches to the outside

as they head down turn three.

They're heading into the final quarter.

It's anyone's race.

Oh no, they've hit!

McDowell with a bump on the back side.

Owens in a spin, trying to come out of it.

And he's not going to be able to.

Owens' race is over.

And Davis McDowell will take the checkered flag.

-Yes! -Announcer: What a finish!

I can imagine Owens will be pretty heated after that move.

But for the moment,

it looks like McDowell secures the win

and extends his lead in the championship.

McDowell's a hothead and an idiot.

These kids, the way they're racing today,

it's ruining the sport.

Reporter: So are you happy to be walking away?

I'm not walking away.

Reporter 2: Wait, you're not?

Because rumors of your retirement--

That's all just speculation.

I'm not retiring.

Owenses never quit. Y'all know that.

-You know about this? -Nope.

-Any other questions? -Davis: Hey!

You're the one ruining the sport, old timer.

How about you want to get the fuck out of the way? Hmm?

How's it feel to be the third best Keith in the family?

Bet Daddy wishes he named you something else.

I shouldn't have called him an idiot.

The kid is worse than an idiot.

There's something dark in there. Gave me the shivers.

Just makes me seem like a sore loser.

You got punched,

and now you're icing your face.

You are literally a sore loser.

Katy, that is not called for.

That's all just speculation. I'm not retiring.

Owenses never quit. Y'all know that.

Hey. Hey!

Neither of you comes in this house

until you work this shit out.

We had an agreement.

You said you were going to retire at the end of the season,

and then it's my turn.

Things change.

That's bullshit. You promised.

If I win this last race,

I can still take the championship.

I know you're anxious to get out there--

Katy: Dad, I have been waiting to do this

since the day I was born.

You know, Davis was right.

You need to learn to get out of the fuckin' way.

Hey!

You could have given us a heads-up.

I know.

You promised her.

And I feel terrible about that.

But an Owens can't retire a loser.

How's that gonna help Katy?

Don't act like this is about Katy.

I lost my flow, Donna.

Mid-season.

I can't get out of my own head.

I hear, "Drivers, start your engines,"

and all I can think is there's somebody out there

that's better than me.

I've lost the damn race

before they even drop the green flag.

Davis: Hey, guys, Davis here.

I know the race is over,

but I felt like making one last pitstop.

-Baby... -To Keith Owens' front yard.

Keith: ...do me a favor and go and fetch my shotgun.

Hey, no need, ma'am. I'm going.

I just planted those motherfuckers.

Keith, you fuck this flow nonsense.

You get out there and you beat that evil little shit.

-Woman: (over phone) Hello. -Hey there.

Uh, can I get a tow truck on Deep Springs Road

by the bend?

Woman: You break down or somethin'?

Yeah. Car won't start.

Alright. Smooth and steady.

Just practice. No need to take chances.

Got it.

Man: Keith!

-He alright? -Greg: No, no, no. No.

Charlie: Ah, geez.

Ah.

Hey, Randy, so some kid went full Linda Blair

on the number seven car.

Shit, that ain't nothin'. I found a whole dook once.

Oh wow. Something to look forward to.

(announcer on radio, indistinct)

Hey Jean,

you got to wear these around your neck or something.

I mean, this is the second time I found them this week.

Announcer: ...and around as they head down the straightaway.

You don't want to go watch this on the big screen?

I know. I'm just so nervous.

That's my boy out there. I can't watch.

Wait, that's your kid racing?

Jean: Mm-hmm.

-No shit! -Yeah, shit.

Announcer: McDowell crosses the line first

and wins the Peach Tree Speedway!

-Oh! He did it! -Hey!

Okay. Now I can watch.

Announcer: An amazing victory for the young...

-(crowd applauding) -Charlie: Jean!

Davis did it again, Jean.

Ahh.

-Are they going to interview him? -Yeah, I guess.

Owenses never quit. Y'all know that.

Randy: Looks like they're doing Owens first.

Why are they interviewing the loser first?

Yeah, it's kind of messed up.

I bet Davis is not too happy about that.

Bet Daddy wishes he named you something else.

Come on! Come on!

Randy: Yep. Not too happy at all.

Shit. Boom goes the dynamite.

Yeesh. So that's your kid, huh?

Real Manny Pacquiao up there.

-Hey, no running! -Boy: I'm not!

Oh, can I have your autograph?

Sure, man.

-Y'all want some peaches? -Thanks.

Help yourselves.

I've seen every race this season, Mr. McDowell.

Davis: Come on, now. Y'all call me Davis.

You smoked Keith Owens and punched him in the face.

Fuck that guy, man. It was baller.

No need for that now. I lost my cool.

And the truth is, Owens ain't a bad guy.

Now, who wants to see my lucky charm?