speed's not crazy.
speed! she runs to help him. he is laying sprawled out, his car on its side, wheels still spinning.
are you alright? he's a bit groggy.
i'm trixie. i'm in your class.
i'd love to.
hi.
cool beans!
mornin' everyone. is speed up yet? speed stumbles in the door.
hey superstar, did you see the papers? they're all in love with you.
mmm hmm!
hubba hubba. he walks over to the sitting area.
you're really considering signing with remmington.
why?
since when did winning become so important?
you mean, this doesn't make sense to you?
so you like being with me?
sometimes i do, sometimes i'm not so sure.
sometimes around your family, you seem distant, not like this and i wonder why.
i guess so, i just wish you weren't so shy about it.
would that be so terrible?
maybe we should. they start to kiss when they hear a muted voice.
sprittle?
wait till we tell pops.
but pops will never let you go.
speed racer what are you thinking?
i hate him. i'm picturing his heart clogging with cholesterol right now.
all right. let's do it. you're going to need an alibi. we'll say we're going skiing.
you're going to need my help. casa cristo is a rally. i can spot from a 'copter.
i know. that's why i'm coming with you. and if you even try to argue with me, i'll tell pops right now and he won't let you out of his sight.
katsu, hydrocell's coming up on€ your left. the hydrocell cars jostle their way towards katsu, speed and racer x.
speed, jump!
speed! wham! billy slams up against him-- throwing a lever, a grappler locks on to the mach 5.
but speed, rex was cremated.
so you think he faked the crash with a different body in the driver's seat?
okay, let's say it's all true. why would we do it?
so am
oh my god? was that a ninja? pops cracks his knuckles.
cool beans. there is a hurried knock at the door.
that's better. couldn't see anything. she gains control and eases the car into the slot.
well, let's go get him.
i told you i couldn't see outta this dang helmet. it's too big.
what's ridiculous about it? you're the one always telling me i'm a better driver than most of the wrl.
why not?
too dangerous for me but not for you?
i'm ready. let's roll. she floors it, pulling out, leaving speed shaking his head and trying to keep up. they smear through a hairpin turn and as they close on the nearest cars it is immediately apparent that they are no longer driving protectively or defensively-- they are attacking. racer x leaps at the bumper of one car, corner-checking him into the rail while-- trixie hits like a cue ball on the break, scattering several cars-- leaving speed little to clean up.
yeah, sure. 10--4 and ready for more. speed shakes his head, wanting this to be over.
you're not so bad yourself. sparky and pops go to work, changing fuel cells and starting to pound out some of the serious dents. racer x sees cruncher guarded by the security team.
it was a blast.
scared of what? sprittle clings to his big brother.
this is where rex.  sparky nods.
we were worried about you.
look! there's speed!
speed! she pushes towards him and he sweeps her up into his arms and kisses her, surrounded by the sparkle of camera flash