Driven Page #2

What's wrong?

-Joe--

-Still working here, huh?

-We haven't seen you in a long time.

-No, no, no.

You keeping him under control?

-You driving?

-Yeah, back with Carl Henry's team.

-Wow.

-Yeah.

That's great.

Well....

l'll see you around, Joe.

-She wants to kill you. What happened?

-Nothing.

Nothing?

Why'd they put you in a car again?

All you do is get in the way.

-Somebody thinks l got something left.

-Somebody?

-Yeah.

-What do you think?

l think it's will over skill.

Will over skill?

Like Detroit in '97?

-Accidents happen.

-Accidents?

You almost killed me.

You know, Beau, l'm just

glad l'm back. l really am.

-l'm different now.

-You...

...will never be different.

Be seeing you in my rear-view, Joe.

-Excuse me.

-Yeah.

Please, picture. Please.

Picture? No problem.

You gotta be kidding, right?

Smile.

How you doing, guys?

-Joseph.

-Carl.

l want you to meet our sponsors.

You've been gone a while, Joe.

Not really. Been up north

testing cars for us.

Shouldn't he wear our hat?

lt's a little damp, isn't it?

-Just kidding.

-l'm sorry.

-This is Lucretia Jones.

-Hi.

-How you doing?

-Call me ''Luc.''

Luc? l think l can remember that.

She's a journalist and will

be with us all season.

She's doing an expos

on male dominance in sport.

-Will you have time to talk?

-Gotta ask the legend.

-Whatever he wants.

-For a beautiful lady, of course.

-No speeding tickets, Joseph?

-No, no speeding tickets.

-Bye.

-Bye.

-Nice to meet you.

-See you later, Luc.

Give him hell, Joe.

l thought Tanto was dead,

for chrissake.

Whoa!

Now that ex-wife of yours...

...that's a piece of work.

Divorces you and marries

a fellow driver.

l'm realizing how much

l didn't miss you.

-You missed me.

-Next subject.

l got a rookie driver. His name

is Jimmy Bly. He's won five races.

He's starting to find ways to stumble.

l'm not losing that lead.

lt won't happen.

-Memo drives great. What happened?

-Memo forgot his damn job.

His job is to support the team.

To support Jimmy Bly. So he's gone.

l could've hired 100 young turks

to take his place...

...but l wanted somebody

who's been to the top...

-...and stumbled down to the bottom.

-Thanks for reminding me.

l wanted somebody that

gets his attention.

-Maybe gains his trust.

-Why?

Because you're gonna help him...

-...my old friend.

-Carl.

Let's get something straight.

l thought you wanted me to race.

No.

-l'm gone.

-No, you're not.

l'm not finished yet. We go back.

We go way back.

l carried you for six years.

You owe me, Joe.

All you gotta do is help this kid.

Who knows? You might enjoy it.

You got one offer on the table.

Your choice.

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