:26:02
- [ Lacerda ] Yeee-hoo !
- Quick, man ! We're gonna
be killed, for fuck's sake !
:26:05
What the-- Oh, no.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
:26:12
Where's
the damn race ?
:26:15
Beats me, man.
:26:17
We're just good, patriotic Americans
like yourself.
:26:20
What outfit
you fellas with ?
:26:23
Oh. The sporting press.
We're friendlies.
:26:26
Hired geeks.
:26:31
Uh... yeah.
:26:33
- Let's go.
- Yee-ooooh !
:26:37
- Good luck, gentlemen.
- [ Machine Gun Fire Resumes ]
:26:39
- Get him !
- Freaks.
:26:41
- Take me back to the pits.
- No ! No, no, no. We have to go on.
:26:44
We need total coverage !
:26:47
It was time, I felt, for an agonizing
reappraisal of the whole scene.
:26:51
You're fired.
:26:53
Awful jackass.
:26:57
All right.
:26:59
- Just drive into the dust !
- I never wanna see you again.
:27:01
Just drive
into the dust !
:27:04
Huh ? Ohh.
:27:10
The race was
definitely underway.
:27:14
I had witnessed the start.
I was sure of that much.
:27:17
But what now ?
:27:19
What comes next ?
:27:23
~ [ Pop ]
:27:29
Put on the radio.
Turn on the tape machine.
:27:32
Roll every
goddamn window down.
:27:34
- ~ It's not unusual ~
- Let us taste this cool desert wind.
:27:36
~ To be loved by anyone ~
:27:38
- ~ [ Continues ]
- Ah, yes. This is what it's all about.
:27:41
[ Duke Narrating ]
Total control now...
:27:43
tooling along the main drag
on a Saturday night in Vegas.
:27:47
Two good old boys
in a fire-apple red convertible...
:27:50
stoned, ripped, twisted.
:27:54
Good people.
:27:56
Hot fuck.
That sounds heavy.
:27:58
- Twenty-nine cent hot dogs.
- Mmm.