Race the Sun Page #2

- You okay, man? What happened?

Kona rules, you mahus!

Nobody talks. Nobody moves.

It's clear.

- What are you guys in for?

- Fighting.

Shut up, Cho. You didn't fight.

You just stood around.

Don't blame him. It was you guys

in here with your big mouth.

- Me? Daniel started it!

- But he didn't finish it, did he?

- Yeah, what?

- Just let it go.

Hey, Daniel,

with the tiki necklace.

- I'm talking to you.

- What's your problem, Braz?

Oh, my problem? I don't have

a problem, haole. I know who I am.

I'm as local as you are.

I grew up here too, all right?

Oh, yeah? Well, I didn't see much

of that last night, bro.

They was laughing at us, Daniel.

And locals don't take that,

understand?

So how about it, bro?

Wanna go kick some haole's ass?

- I'm not a fighter.

- Yeah, no sh*t!

Hey, look, man!

You really want to kick ass?

Do it with this.

Wow! What is that?

- What's it look like? Geez.

- It's a solar car.

- I knew that.

- When did you come up with this?

Last night. I didn't like

what happened, either.

Get that bike off the grass!

Mother, I have a new life here.

I don't want him to have my number.

Because I don't want to talk

to him, that's why.

God, Mom! I just need

some time to think, you know?

Mom, I gotta go.

There's somebody at my door.

Yeah, okay, I'll think about it.

I love you too. Bye.

How'd you guys find me?

The town's not that big.

You dressed, eh?

- We ain't gonna beat you up.

- Aren't going to beat me up.

Cool place!

Oh, that's nice stuff.

- What's up?

- You live out of boxes?

I wasn't exactly sure

I was gonna stay.

- Now, what do you want?

- So this is Mr. Teach, eh?

He must've done

something bad, huh?

Is somebody going to tell me

exactly why you're here?

Our science project.

This is really impressive, Daniel.

But you're a little too late.

The race is only two months away.

- We still think we can do it.

- We'll do it, credit or no credit.

- 'Cause we want to kick butt.

- Yeah?

Well, I think I've seen

just about enough of that already.

Sorry.

Now, guys, a sketch is one thing...

but we're talking about building

a car here, from the ground up.

- I know cars, Teach.

- And I know fiberglass.

- Me? The wheel man.

- And l...

She'll think of something.

Gilbert?

I just know computers.

That's it.

He's a whiz! Tell her.

- I am.

- He is.

Sutcliffe Academy had,

what, 20 guys?

There's only six of you.

Uni! She's shy,

but she ain't no lolo.

She's in X-rated math too,

right, Uni?

- Accelerated math.

- Oh, whatever.

Well, that's seven.

I think I can get one more.

Come on, Miss Beecher.

All we're asking for is a chance.

I'm going to have to fill out grant

forms and all kinds of papers.

- This is crazy, but okay.

- Yes!

But let me tell you something.

Once we start this thing,

we see it through.

And I want it in writing.

I want a schedule

with everybody's objectives on it.

Your specific duties.

You understand?

All right.

Now, get out of here...

- before I change my mind.

- I can't believe she went for it.

- Can I get one more of these?

- Out!

You did what?

I quit my job.

Then you can just go

and beg for it back.

No, I'm serious. I'm not going

to indulge this kid's every whim.

Surfboards, solar cars...

And stop playing with your food!

Fine.

What's the matter with you?

It's a school project. Can't you

just encourage him for once?

Yeah, really, Ed. It wouldn't

kill you to say something nice.

Oh, now look who's

giving me advice.

This family sucks!

God! Your dad is toxic,

you know that?

Let me see.

So you're actually going to build

this thing and get credit for it?

I was gonna ask if you wanted in.

We could use another person.

You could use a passing grade.

No. I'm bagging school anyway.

The second I turn 18,

I'm so outta here.

I thought you couldn't get your

trust fund unless you graduated.

So? When my real dad finds out

what kind of sh*t I put up with...

believe me, he'll give it to me.

He's my son. I know what he can do

and what he can't.

But he better start working for

a living, 'cause he's no Einstein!

What a dork.

So what do you say, Cin?

You in or out here?

She's out. Now, get back in here

and finish eating! Both of you!

I'm in.

All right, we need materials.

- No!

- It's too big!

A better place to work.

A new set of blueprints.

The sun shines

on the solar panels...

which then trickles its way

down to the batteries...

which then pushes its way

to the control box...

through to the motor...

- Yes!

- All right, Braz!

Down to the wheels, which turn,

which make the car go.

Simple, right?

- I don't know.

- It sucks.

- What's wrong with it, Braz?

- Nobody could build this thing.

- You're dreaming here, Daniel.

- You come up with something, then!

Come on, you guys.

It's not the design here.

We put it together wrong?

Four weeks left.

We're never gonna make it.

Ready for some good news?

This is a bill of lading...

and this is a check from

the U.S. Department of Energy.

Our solar panels are on their way.

Our solar panels are on the way!

Let's all have one big hug, eh?

What? Okay, so it's not perfect.

But it's a start.

- Come on, Gilbert.

- Guys!

Listen, if you're gonna flunk

anybody, flunk me.

I'm the one who blew it.

Okay, Mr. Machi,

I'm gonna make this brief.

I got $10,000 worth of solar panels

on their way here, and no car...

and exactly four weeks to resolve

it, and I need your expertise.

Sounds great. No, thanks.

I'm going to handle all

the paperwork, all the details.

All I need you to do... all they

need you to do is help them.

You didn't hear me, Miss Beecher.

I'm not interested in your project.

You are a teacher here, aren't you?

Come here.

Look around.

You see all this?

Every fall, they drag this crap in,

saying how they'll fix it up...

and every summer, I call the scrap

yard and have it hauled away.

They're quitters, that's all.

They don't finish anything, ever.

Which is what you're finding out

and why I didn't get involved.

They're kids. They need help.

They need our help.

They're lolos, lady.

And what they don't need

is another lesson in failing.

That's all they know about and

all they expect from themselves.

And you know what that gets them?

Five bucks an hour...

cleaning up after tourists.

Look...

you seem like a nice lady.

I'm sure you mean well.

But you're setting them up for

disappointment, and I won't help.

Well, looks like we got

a little problem here again, huh?

I'm not quitting.

Gilbert, come on.

I'm not getting out.

Go on. I'll handle this.

Just stay right there, Gilbert.

Don't move.

You stay in that car

as long as you want.

I heard about your project.

Sorry it didn't pan out.

Listen...

there's a part-time job

at the Palms.

Banquet facilities.

Do you want me to put your name in?

Whatever.

Look, I know you're disappointed,

but you'll find another hobby.

It wasn't a hobby, Dad.

It's just that I'm not that good

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