All language subtitles for Fantasy Island S01E05 Lady of the Evening The Racer.eng

The plane! The plane!

Well, another beautiful
day, hmm, boss?

It is indeed.

Uh, Tattoo, you have a smudge
of something under your nose.

This is no smudge.
I'm growing a mustache.

A mustache, Tattoo.
Really?

Yes, you know. All
the great romantic figures--
They all had mustaches.

Clark Gable, Casanova,
Burt Reynolds--

- Is something wrong, boss?
- Oh, no, no, no.

I was just thinking of
the poor ladies. They won't
have a chance now, will they?

- I'm a real devil, right, boss?
- The worst, Tattoo.
The absolute worst.

Smiles, everyone.
Smiles.

[ Giggling ]

Who's on board this time,
boss? Any celebrities?

Does the name "Jack Kincaid"
mean anything to you?

- The racing car driver?
- To refer to Jack Kincaid
as a racing car driver...

is like referring
to Michelangelo
as a house painter.

So, that's why we were so busy
the last couple of weeks.

I was in Monte Carlo
the year he won the Grand Prix.
Oh.

- Is that him?
- It is indeed, Tattoo.

And his wife Rachel
and son Patrick,

who think they've come here
just for a vacation.

But there is something else?

There is something
else, Tattoo. That limp
Mr. Kincaid walks with...

was caused by
a terrible crash.

A crash that ended his
racing career, and haunts him.

A crash he's asked us
to re-create.

Miss Renee Lansing.

Twenty-six. Single.

All the way
from New York City.
A very pretty lady.

And single too.
What's her fantasy, boss?

In part, just to spend
her vacation with us.

Vacation?
At these prices?

There must be
a dozen places where
she can go for half price.

Yes, but those other
places cannot guarantee
she won't be recognized.

Why don't she want to be
recognized?

Because, for just
a little while in her life,

she wants to be Renee Lansing--
just another young woman
from New York City...

instead of who she
really is: Belinda Green,

a very expensive...
lady of the evening.

- You mean, she's a--
- I mean, she is our guest.

My dear guests,
I am Mr. Roarke,
your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Thanks.

Ohh! Oh.
Oh.

Oh, that's great.
That's just great.
[ Sighs ]

Well, no harm done.
I wouldn't say that.

Unless, of course,
you're used to getting
hit from the blind side.

[ Chuckles ]
Uh, Inspector Clouseau
at your service.

- Thanks.
- Tell me what was in this.

I'll stumble back over to
the bar and get you a refill.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, no.
That's not necessary.

Maybe not for you, but I have
a reputation to maintain.

You see, I figure if
I'm lucky, I can wipe out about
four or five more people...

- before I get back to the bar.
- [ Chuckles ]

You, uh, you wouldn't want
to stop me from maintaining
my quota, would you?

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to, Mr., uh--

Fredericks. Bill.
And you're--

Late, Mr. Fredericks.
Now, if you'll just excuse me--

This time I'm ready, boss.

Tattoo, I've beaten you
183 straight races.

But, boss, you promised to
race me again if I practiced.

Lack of persistency
is certainly not one
of your failings, is it?

- Are you ready?
- [ Knocking ]

[ Sighs ]

Oh, too bad, Tattoo.

[ Clears Throat ]

Mr. Kincaid, come in.

Ah, Mr. Kincaid. I thought
you and your family had gone...

horseback riding
for the afternoon.

Well, I sort of begged off.
I told 'em I'd catch up
to 'em later.

- Oh, I see.
- Tell you the truth, I've been
kinda anxious...

- to start on my fantasy.
- Uh, well, Mr. Kincaid,

we'll be happy to show you
what we've completed
of your fantasy so far,

but, uh, it will still
be a couple of days before
everything is ready.

It takes time
to construct a replica
of the Kincaid Special.

You're not telling me you've...
rebuilt the Kincaid Special?

Oh, but we have indeed.

But all I asked for was
a car and a track to race on.

Oh, I know what
you asked for, Mr. Kincaid.

But wasn't your
real fantasy to re-create
as much as possible...

the conditions that existed
a year ago, when you...

raced... and crashed?

♪ [ Lounge ]

Thank you.
I'll take it.

Oh, thanks. Could you
start a tab, please?

Don't press your luck.
I, uh, could spill
the next one down your back.

[ Chuckling ]

May I?
Well, I--

Oh. You're
expecting someone.

Yes.
Don't tell me.
Let me guess.

He's the president of Harvard.
And he's come here
to Fantasy Island...

to give you a job as professor
of American literature,

- specializing in Ralph Waldo.
- [ Chuckles ]
I beg your pardon?

Ralph Waldo Emerson. The book?
The book you were reading.

The one I gave a bath to.
You know,

I got thinking
about that later on.

And I decided
that the only people
that read Emerson anymore...

are college professors,
literature freaks,

and high school teachers
like me.
[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'm sorry, but
it's none of the above.

I just happen
to like his poetry,
that's all.

[ Chuckles ] So do I.
But trying to sell him to
a bunch of high school kids...

that think Fonzie's
a poet laureate--
[ Chuckles ]

that's a different story.
My girlfriend has
the same problem.

Only she starts them off
with comic books.

If she ever runs out,
send her to me.

I've got Spider-Man
back to '73.

And some very difficult-to-get
copies of The Incredible Hulk.

No! Listen.

If I were you, I'd keep
that very quiet.

[ Chuckles ]

I-I'm expecting my friends
in a few minutes.

Well, there's no problem.
I have lots of things
to catch up on myself.

Um, it's been
lovely talking to you,
whoever you are.

[ Gasps ]
I'm sorry. Renee.
Renee Lansing.

And...
thanks for the drink.

My pleasure.

I hope I see you
later on, Renee Lansing.

And remember. If ever
you need Spider-Man,

- I'm available.
- [ Laughs ]

Incredible.
We aim to please.

It's almost exactly like
the San Carlos track.

- Right down to--
- To the north embankment,
Mr. Kincaid.

- [ Announcer Calling Race ]
- [ Roarke ]
The north embankment,

where at 160 miles an hour,
your car ran off the track,

- through a barrier,
and burst into flames.
- [ Race Cars Revving ]

[ Announcer ]
Here comes the start now,
and there's the green flag!

Here he is, Kincaid,
wide open! But wait--
Kincaid's lost control!

Kincaid is through the fence!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Kincaid's through the fence!

You're a man who does
his homework, Mr. Roarke.

You must be anxious
to see your car.

[ Grunts ]

Corky?
Yeah.

Jack! Jack,
it's really you!

Hey, man!
[ Laughs ]

You monkey! How'd they
get you out here?

Well, who else could put
this machine together
besides me, huh?

Well, it's you.
You're as ugly as ever.

Well, you ain't exactly
Cheryl Ladd, baby.

Thanks a lot, pal.
[ Laughing ]

God, it's good to see you.

Last time I saw you was
back at that hospital.

They were sayin' that...
you'd never walk again.

It's comin' along pretty good.
Hold on a sec.

Mr. Roarke.
Hello, Corky.

Mr. Roarke, would it be
all right if I stayed here?
I'd like to look over the car.

Oh, by all means,
Mr. Kincaid. I'll send
a Jeep for you in an hour.

There'll still be time
to meet your family.
Thank you.

You're welcome.
So long, Corky.

[ Sighs Deeply ]
Rachel here?

Yeah. She's out with the boy.
They're lookin' over the island
on horseback.

Uh-huh. She know
you're here to drive?

[ Kincaid ]
Ah, there's no point
in telling her.

She wouldn't have
gone along with it anyway.

Maybe she's right
this time, Jack.

[ Announcer ] It is still
Kincaid out in front!
Martinez trying to catch up,

but he doesn't have
the oomph to get up next to him.

Here is Kincaid--
Look it, he's opening up now!

130, 140 miles an hour!

Kincaid, 160 miles an hour!
Wide open! But wait--

Kincaid is out of control!
Kincaid is through the fence!

[ Announcer's Voice Fading ]
Jack? Jack?

Hey, hey, I'm sorry. What?

I said, maybe Rachel's
right this time.

- What are you talkin' about?
- The whole thing's gettin'
kind of scary to me.

The island, Mr. Roarke-- same
track, same automobile, the way
he's gotten us all here.

I think we oughta call
the thing off right now.

No, it's too late for that.

It's a long time too late.

- Renee?
- [ Gasps ]

[ Sighs ]
What are you doing
out here?

I was just brushing up
my new camera.

Other than comic books,
I'm very in to photography.

- How long were you watching me?
- Just a few seconds.

- I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to startle you.
- Oh, no.

It's just that you look
so beautiful sitting there.

Almost like you belong here.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
When I was a little girl,

I used to take
long walks in the country,

dreaming of what my life
was going to be like.

My parents had
a house in Vermont.

I used to look
forward to those summers
more than anything.

Did any of those summer dreams
ever come true?

No. Not many.

You know, you're
a very beautiful lady.

But you're also
difficult to talk to.

That wasn't
part of the package.

- What?
- It's time to leave.

Renee, I--
I hope I didn't say
anything to upset you.

- [ Screams ]
- Renee!

[ Screaming ]
Help me! Somebody help!

Ohh! Help!
[ Gasping ]

- Oh, Bill!
- [ Grunts ]

Okay.
Hold on, now.

All right.
Steady.

[ Gasping ]

You okay?
I'm fine.

Sure. That's why
you're shaking like a leaf.

[ Catching Breath ]
I'm just a little bit...
wobbly.

Thank God you were here.
It's perfectly okay.

All in a day's work
for the Spider-Man.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Panting ]
You realize, of course,
I expect some kind of a reward.

Wh-What did you
have in mind?
I don't know.

Why don't we go up
to the Spider-Man's web
and... discuss it?

[ Scoffs ]
Nothing ever changes,
does it?

Did I say something
wrong again?
No.

Just predictable.
Oh, come on.
I was only kidding.

Yeah. The hell you were.

Well, forget it.
A simple thank you
might have been okay.

But I guess for you,
even that would have
been a strain.

[ Chattering ]

Here. Let me wipe
that off for you.

Wipe what?
Well,
you have something--

Oh, my goodness!
You're growing it!

[ Chuckling ]
Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.
I'm so sorry.

[ Laughing ]

Patience, Tattoo. Rome
wasn't built in a day either.

Casanova told me it took him
quite some time to raise
a proper mustache.

Casanova told you?

Hey, I told ya
I'd catch up to ya.

And you know it'd be time
to get something to eat.
[ Chuckles ]

That is, if there's enough.
There's more than enough.
Come and get it.

Dad, you should have seen it
back there. There's a waterfall
that's gotta be 200 feet tall.

Well, after lunch,

you can take me back
up there and we can take
a look at it, okay?

What's wrong, hon?
Your hands.

They look like you've been
working on a car.

[ Sighs ] Oh, that's probably
because I ran into Mr. Roarke...

on the way out here, and
he asked me to look at a Jeep
that was giving him trouble.

Oh.

- And what's bothering you?
- [ Sighs ] I guess for
a moment, I got scared.

- I thought of racing cars and--
- Well, we gotta think about
racing cars sometime.

I mean, Dad is gonna
race again, isn't he?

Patrick, you were
there when your father
announced his retirement.

[ Laughs ]
Yeah, but uh--
But what?

Well, it was just
a couple of months after
he got out of the hospital,

- and people figured that--
- Figured what?

That he really
didn't mean it.

Jack, is there something
I don't know about?

Have you changed your mind?

[ Knocking ]

Okay.

[ Chuckles ]
Uh, hi!

Hi.

Uh, can I come in?
I'm not carrying a bomb.
Promise.

Well, in that case--

I, uh...
came here to apologize.

You're nice people.
Too nice for the way
I treated you.

Now, look--
No! Don't.

I was stupid. I just wish
that there was something
that I could do about it.

Actually, there is
something you can do.

There is?
You can take me
to dinner tonight.

[ Chuckles ]
I can, eh?

And you'd better have
lots of money with you.
Because I'm starved.

[ Laughs ]

Mr. Roarke! I was
hoping to see you.
I did it!

I mean, I really did it.
I beat Jimmy Connors
three straight sets.

Oh, Mr. Brennan,
I'm so happy for you.

- You must have been
magnificent!
- Magnificent? I was terrific.

Of course, Jimbo
hit some good shots,

but once we got to the old
tiebreaker, the kid folded.

You have something
on your lip.

Thank you.

I can't believe it.
I mean, I just
cannot believe it!

Well, perhaps you should
find your wife, Mr. Brennan.

She must be anxious
to know the outcome.

My wife. My wife!
I forgot all about her.

See you later!

Tell me the truth, boss.
Was that player he beat
really Jimmy Connors?

Tattoo, would I ever
deceive a guest?

Does duck make
quack-quack in the water?

Oh, I can't remember
an evening when
I've laughed so much.

Thank you.
Don't thank me.

You picked up
the tab, remember?
That's not what I meant.

Listen. What are
your plans for tomorrow?

I don't know.
I guess I don't
have any.

Well, you do now.
I'll pick you up here
at 9:00 sharp.

Do you have anything
specific in mind?

I mean, it would help
to know what to wear.

[ Laughs ]
I tell you what.

I'll call you at 8:00.

You think about it overnight,
and we can make a decision then.

Fine.
Okay?

Are you all right?
[ Sniffles ]

The best I've been
in years.

I'll talk to you at 8:00.

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

Hello?
[ Man ]
Hello. Belinda?

Is that you?
It's Roy Burke.

I saw you over
in the restaurant.

I'm sorry, but
you've got the wrong number.

Belinda, you must
remember me. The, uh--

The hotel in New York?
The desk clerk called you.

Uh, look, uh--
There is no Belinda here.

Oh. Well, you can't
kill a guy for making
an honest mistake.

[ Chuckles ]
Listen, uh--
whoever you are--

What are you
doing tonight?
I'm going to bed.

Good night.

[ Crickets Chirping ]

[ Race Announcer ]
A few high clouds, but a warm
breeze coming over the track.

[ Race Cars Revving ]
The drivers out there
on the pregrid now.

There's Jack Kincaid
talking to his mechanic.

We are just about ready
to get under way. Photographers
gather around the start,

the starting line--
here comes the start now,
and there's the green flag!

And bursting out in front
is the incredible American
driver, Jack Kincaid.

And look at this.
Already, he's moving out
in front.

[ Engine Whining ]

[ Engine Continues
Whining ]

Wait a minute. Tommy Hamilton,
the English star, is out
on the infield.

He's all right!
Hamilton is all right!

It is still Kincaid,
out in front! Martinez
trying to catch up,

but he just doesn't have
the oomph to get up next to him!

Klein running in third spot.
Here is Kincaid-- Look it,
he's opening up now!

130, 140 miles an hour--

Kincaid, 160 miles an hour--
wide open--

- [ Screeching ]
- Kincaid's lost control!

Kincaid is through the fence!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Kincaid is through the fence!

[ Screaming ]

It's all right!
You're all right, Jack.
Darling, it's okay.

- What happened?
- Oh, Dad just had one
of his nightmares, that's all.

- You haven't had one of those
in months, Dad.
- Yeah, well, it looks like...

your old man's
got a bogeyman running
around in his head.

Now either we chase him out
or I guess we'll never know
when he'll pop up.

I appreciate the concern.

[ Inhales ]
Now I think, uh,

we should all
go back to sleep.

- Night, Dad. Mom.
- Good night, Son.

Good night, Patrick.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Sighs ]

He's a good kid.

The shame of it is that
he thinks you're the greatest
man that ever lived.

Hey, a kid should think
his old man is great.

[ Sets Down Decanter ]
What's wrong with that?

Maybe nothing. Until
you end up killing him.

- What are you talkin' about?
- The grease under your nails.

Now, for
the first time in months,
one of your nightmares.

I wasn't wrong
this afternoon, was I?

You've already
made up your mind.

We came to this island
so you could race,
didn't we?

Yeah.

I guess we did.

Look, honey. Rachel,
it's not the way you think.

Isn't it? Then why
didn't you tell me?

Why did you lie to me?
I didn't tell ya because
I didn't want you to worry.

It's not even
a real race.

It's an empty track
and just... my car.

[ Scoffs ]
That's what it is now.

But before long, you'll
be back on the circuit
again, won't you?

And then Patrick will want
to work with you again.

Before long,
he'll be a driver too.

And I can sit in
the stands and wonder,
"Which one dies today?"

Hey, whoa, whoa.
Back up.

Patrick is just a kid.

We don't know
if he's gonna go into racing.

He's got a whole life
ahead of him.

Not as long as you're
still driving, he doesn't.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Jack, it's not your fault.

Don't you see that Patrick's
life is ruled by the fact
that he's your son?

That's his identity
to his classmates, to the world.

And if you go back
to racing now,

that's all he'll ever be.

That's not fair
to lay that on me.

- That boy'll grow.
- Fair?

I sat in a hospital
for almost a month with you
more dead than alive.

I didn't know
from one hour to the next
if I was a widow or not.

Rachel, don't you understand?
I can't walk away from this.

Why? Why can't we
walk away from racing?

It can't be the money.
We have enough money
for ten lifetimes.

Damn it, Rachel,
you know it's not the money.

It has to do with what
a man has inside himself.

Or what he doesn't.

Ever since that crash,
I've lived a nightmare.

I gotta find out what's
still left inside me.

Ahh!
That makes us even!

[ Laughing ]
Now I guess I'll have to
stop playing around.

Playing around?
I thought I was gonna need
to call a respirator.

[ Laughing, Panting ]

Belinda? Belinda!
It is you!

[ Scoffs ]
Sorry. It's Renee.
Renee Lansing.

Renee? Oh.
Well, if you say so.

Maybe I got the name
mixed up, but, uh,
don't you remember me?

- Sorry.
- Burke! Roy Burke.

What was the name of
that hotel? You remember.

Of course!
Um, the convention.
[ Chuckling ]

Uh, my group presented
a fashion show.

And you were
the one that took us all
out to dinner afterwards.

- That's it!
- Oh, yeah. That's right.

- [ Chuckling ] Now you got it.
- Yeah.

We just about
turned that Big Apple
upside down, didn't we?

- Yes!
- Well, Renee,

nice seeing you.
Bye.

Hope we bump into each
other again real soon.

Bye.
Bye.

[ Sighs ]
Sometimes, it's a great
disadvantage to be a model.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, we all have to compromise
somewhere along the line.

Uh, Bill,
do you mind if I cop out
on this last set?

I think the heat's
getting to me.
[ Chuckles ]

Sure. As long as
you promise me a rematch.

Yeah.
Oh, no, no, no.

I'm fine. Call me
this afternoon, okay?

Bye.
Bye.

Well, boss.
What do you think?

It's really me,
isn't it?

Well, it's really something.
Uh--

But this afternoon,
it was just a-- just
a little, uh, stubble.

Oh, I fill it in
with a little shoe polish.

- You painted it on?
- It was either that...

or not going to
the discotheque tonight.

It's only until
it grows out by itself.

Oh, of course.
Of course.

[ Knocking ]

Come in, please.

Ah, Miss Lansing.

What can I do for you?
Well, for openers, I'd like
to have my money back.

Oh, is something wrong?
And I suppose you're going
to tell me that you had...

nothing to do with a man
called Roy Burke being here?

On the contrary,
Miss Lansing.
I did, most assuredly.

But that's not fair!
My fantasy was to spend
my vacation...

in a place where nobody
would recognize me.

Was it, really?
What do you mean?

Oh, my dear Miss Lansing,
wasn't your real fantasy...

to see if you could
change your... lifestyle?

Change it despite
the temptations a wealthy man
like Roy Burke could provide.

Change it enough so you could
really be the type of woman...

a good, decent man
like, uh--

well, say,
Bill Fredericks--
could care for?

You're very certain
of yourself, aren't you?

Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you,
Mr. Roarke.

But my participation
in this little puppet show
is over.

You can play with
somebody else's life. I want
to leave on the next plane.

That would be...
tomorrow afternoon.
I'll arrange it.

[ Door Slams ]

[ Announcer ]
We are ready to get under way.
Here comes the start now.

And there is the green flag.
Out in front is the incredible
American driver, Jack Kincaid.

And look at this. Already,
he's moving out in front.

Running second at this point,
Alfredo Martinez, the Mexican
road race star.

And running in third
in the Lotus is Marshall Klein.

Here is Kincaid!
Look it, he's opening up now!

130, 140 miles an hour! Kincaid
160 miles an hour! Wide open!

- But wait--
- [ Tires Screeching ]

Ladies and gentlemen,
Kincaid's through the fence!
Kincaid is through the fence!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Kincaid is through the fence!

[ Knocking ]
Who is it?

Roy Burke.

Leave me alone, please.

Would you prefer that
I spoke with your boyfriend?

I thought that might do it.

What do you want?

What do I want?

Well, I'll settle for
what I got last time.

The way I figure it,
after today, you owe me.

Get out!
[ Chuckling ]

Come on, honey.
I'll pay.

This isn't a freebie.

You don't understand.

For the first time
in my life,

I found someone.

Someone special.
Oh!

Someone special, huh?

Don't tell me you think
you're in love with
that schoolteacher.

Honey, come on.
You and him?

How long do you think
that could last?

I mean, you're not exactly
the type for a little white
house with a picket fence.

Can you be so sure?

Yeah. I can be sure.

I bought and paid
for you once, remember?

No, fast cars,
pretty diamonds, Saint Moritz--

That's your style, baby.
And it's a good one too.

And it's guys like me
that pay for it.

Listen.

You want to play games?
That's fine.

You go have your fun
with your schoolteacher.

He doesn't have to know
anything about us.

As long as we can have
our fun together too--
Okay.

Bill and I have
a dinner date.

Meet me here afterwards.

You got it.
I'll be back at 10:00.

And it'll be like old times.

♪ [ Soft Jazz ]

[ Squawks ]

[ Renee ]
Nice place.
Very.

I feel like we're back
on the tennis courts.

But instead of
a net between us,
it's more like a wall.

- I'm sorry.
- Renee.

What's wrong?
Talk to me.

I don't know.

I guess I'm just
realizing that all this
is going to be over soon.

But it doesn't have to be.

As a matter of fact,
I've been thinking lately.

I have a couple of weeks
before the new term starts.

How would you feel
about me coming to New York
for a few days?

- Why?
- Why?

[ Scoffs ]
Oh, I don't know. To see
the Empire State Building.

Feed the pigeons
in Central Park.

To get to know the lady I think
I'm falling in love with.

What did you say?

I said, I think
I'm falling in love with you.

Renee, please!
Don't run away.

This is not going to work
between us, Bill. It's not.

Renee!

What's the matter?
Isn't that the man we met
on the tennis courts?

Renee.

I don't know
what's going on.
You have to talk to me.

There is nothing
to talk about. Nothing!

I'm sorry.
Our future.

As much as
I wish there was,

we have no future.

As long as there's
men like him.

In fact, he's due
in my room at 10:00.

Some sort of payoff.

So he won't tell you
the truth about what
I really am.

The truth is, Bill,

I'm a hooker!

Good evening, Belinda.
Excuse me, Renee.

I see you're still trying
for the little white house
with the picket fence, huh?

Only this time,
she's gonna make it,

if I have anything
to say about it.

Maybe you and I oughta
have a little talk, friend.

There's nothing
you can tell me.

Nothing that
I haven't known all along.

And if I were you, friend,

I'd take that smiling face
of yours out of public,

before somebody like me
flattens it.

How did you find out?

I've known about it
all along.
But how?

Four years ago,
I went to New York.

I met Belinda Green.

[ Gasps ]
Then, you were
one of my--

Customers?
I guess so.

I was alone, scared.
Out of my element.

I was very lonely.

You came over.

And I've been in love
with you ever since.

But if you knew
about what I am...

why didn't you
say something?

Because I was afraid
we wouldn't have the chance
to get to know one another.

That you'd run away.
That I wouldn't be able to say
all the things I wanted to say.

About coming to New York?
No.

About loving you.

About how... alone
I was that night.

And how vulnerable you were.

I've never stopped
thinking about you.

Tell me.

When you came here,

what was your fantasy?

Don't you know?

My fantasy was finding you.
[ Gasps ]

And Mr. Roarke
promised I would.

[ Crying ]
And that's what he wanted
all along.

I love you very much.

Oh, please.
Don't ever stop.

Don't ever stop.

[ Race Announcer, Indistinct ]

And here comes Jack Kincaid,
the famous American driver.

Here is a man well-known
to the crowd.

He's popular, he's young,
he's got a lot going for him.

Look at the photographers
gather around
as Kincaid gets ready.

Kincaid has a shot at
the world driving championship.

This is something he's been
looking for all his life.

Today, he has a chance to take
that crown: the world driving
championship crown today.

It's a long shot, but
if anybody can pull it off,
it's got to be Jack Kincaid.

The other drivers coming up
now, getting ready for
the start of this race.

We're just about ready to get
under way. The crowd pressing
close now to the barricades.

Here are the other drivers
out now, Martinez,
Klein, Tommy Hamilton...

the English driver coming out--
we're just about ready
for the start of this...

very important and prestigious
race here today at the beautiful
San Carlos circuit.

[ Engine Starting,
Revving ]

[ Engine Whining ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

Well, boss, he made it.

He's conquered
his past, Tattoo.

Now all that remains
is his future.

Thank you,
Mr. Roarke.

[ Vehicle Approaching ]

Mrs. Kincaid, Patrick.

You seem to be just in time.
He's not supposed
to drive till 10:00.

- And it's not even 7:00 yet.
- Maybe he was anxious.

I didn't expect you
down here.

I don't know what
the big surprise is.

After what you said
the other night--
That's in the past.

I don't want to lose you.

At least, not because
I took you away from this.

Well, Dad?
When do we get started?

- We don't, Patrick.
- What do you mean?

I came out early this morning
to walk the track.
Think about it.

And that's what I did.
I'm not gonna race anymore, Son.

- I don't get it.
- Well, let me explain it--

Explain?
At least let me
talk to you.

What's to talk about?
You lost your nerve.

- Patrick!
- [ Footsteps Departing ]

He'll be back.

He'll be back a man.

Oh, Mr. Roarke! Before
you say anything, I want
to apologize for the other day.

All is forgiven, Miss Lansing.
I'm glad to see things seem
to be working out for you.

Things are working out
just fine.
Better than fine.

Well, since your fantasy
was, in a sense, reality,

at least you have
a good head start.

Good luck.
Good-bye.

Good-bye. And, uh,
I'm sorry, Miss Lansing,

if I ever hurt
such a lovely... lady.

Oh, good-bye,
and thank you for everything.

Not at all,
Mrs. Kincaid.

Pleasant journeys,
Mr. Kincaid.
Same to you, Mr. Roarke.

There is a saying that might
serve you well in life,

young Mr. Kincaid.

"Cowards die many times
before their death.

"The valiant never
taste death...

but once."

Perhaps someday you'll
realize what a brave man
your father really is.

Let's go, Son.
Time to go.

[ Softly ]
Thank you.

Tattoo, I've just realized.
Your mustache. It's gone.

- I decided it was not for me.
- But you said all the romantic
figures through history...

had mustaches: Casanova,
Clark Gable, Burt Reynolds--

- Wasn't it working for you?
- It was working...

right until the time...

I was whispering sweet
nothings into Susan's ears.

You don't mean--

Shoe polish
all over her face?

Nobody's perfect, boss.

Indeed.