Mark: *Laying in a bed* The doctor says it'd be better if I wasn't in a convertible.
Rob: That's the second time you landed on the roof. I hope it's the last.
Sarah: Me too sugar.
Mark: Thanks honey.
Rob: I wish you two a happy relationship.
Mark: Why don't we do something together once I get out of jail?
Rob: I hope we can. I'm moving onto a different city. Might stay in Missouri, but for now, I want to keep going west.
At King's Fried Rice, Rob and Mark met up with seven other racers. William had a big race set for them.
William: Okay. The nine of you will race three laps around Fairground Park. You will go around the park clockwise, so if you turn right instead of left when you get on North Grand Boulevard, you will be going the wrong way.
Rob: I think we got it.
William: Then good luck.
William took Mark, and Rob towards the two cars. They were back in Jennings.
William: The moment you enter St. Louis is very important. You will keep the cops off your tail.
Rob: What if it's highway patrol, or state police?
William: Then you worry, but I doubt that'll occur. Good luck.
The two men got out, and William drove away.
Rob: I'll take the Mercedes.
Mark: That works out well. I wanted the Plymouth.
Rob: If nothing bad happens, stay on West Florissant Avenue. Otherwise, try to lose them on the smaller roads.
William sat down with Hilary in front of a television set. The two of them were watching The Andy Griffith Show.
Rob: *Standing with Mark, knocking on William's door*
William: I'll get it. *Walks over to the door, and opens it. He is surprised to see Mark, and Rob* You two finally decide to get along?
Rob: We were hoping you could help us.
William: Oh yeah? How?
Mark: Let us come in, and we'll tell you.
Hilary: *Watches William return with Mark, and Rob* Rob! *Runs over to him, and kisses him*
Rob and Mark made it to a telephone booth.
Mark: I gotta call my girl.
Rob: You do that. I'll keep an eye out for the cops.
Sarah: *Reading a Superman comic as she answers her phone* Hello?
Mark: Sarah, are you busy right now?
Sarah: Not yet. What do you need?
Mark: I need you to come pick me and Rob up.
Sarah: That rat who keeps beating you at those races?
Mark: Look, I know we've had our differences, but I'm willing to let that slide, if he is.
At a police station, men in expensive suits were talking about something important. Two of them, were Noah Fox, and Paul Handarez.
Noah: We've been informed about a car theft that occurred across the river in Illinois.
Paul: Whoever that driver was, was last spotted in our town. The car that was stolen was a brand new Oldsmobile. We believe he'll be stealing another car. I want at least one car with two officers on every block throughout this whole city. I don't care if anyone has to go through overtime. No one can have vacation time until this suspect is stopped.
Rob met up with Hilary at a fancy bistro called Vin De Set.
Hilary: *Sitting with Rob at the bar*
Rob: So, where's your Dad?
Hilary: He dropped me off here. I'm all yours for tonight.
Rob: He doesn't want you back home?
Hilary: *Giggles* He does, but not until tomorrow morning.
Rob: If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?
Hilary: 21. You look like you're in your 20's too.
The next morning, Rob appeared at another race. Mark was also there, along with several others. This time they were on the western side of town, on South Skinker Boulevard.
Racer 95: Hey. I heard you beat Mark at a 1 on 1.
Racer 53: Yeah, how did it happen?
Rob: It was on a figure 8. Mark and I had to race around the track going in opposite directions, until one of us crashed. He hit the front of my car, and landed on his roof.
Racer 95: That's how you won?
Racer 53: Genius. I heard you also stole a Porsche for Mr. Hunsacker.