Race Of Life Episode: 3.2 Extra

Because she killed my brother twenty years ago on this same asphalt. And no one ever proved it. Now get in gear.

Jake doesn’t celebrate. He jumps out of the car, phone already ringing.

A woman named CASS (50s, gravel-voiced race announcer with a hidden past as a driver) walks between the cars, speaking into a handheld mic. Race Of Life Episode 3.2 Extra

Going for the ditch.

Who is this?

Jake’s jaw tightens. His daughter, EMMA (8), is at home with his ex-wife. She doesn’t know that the “sponsor money” for her medical treatments comes from races like this. Races where one blown tire means she grows up without a father.

He hangs up. Turns. Sloane stands ten feet away, arms crossed. No smile now. Because she killed my brother twenty years ago

Lina hesitates. Then points to a section of the track map.

Across the tarmac, SLOANE (40s, cold, precise, backed by a corporate crime syndicate) exits her Porsche 911 GT2 RS. She doesn’t look at Jake. She never does anymore. Not since he refused her “sponsorship” deal—a deal that came with a tracker on his fuel line and a threat to his ex-wife’s custody arrangement. Jake doesn’t celebrate

Jake looks up at the stars. For the first time all night, he almost smiles.