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What kind of engine you got under those hoods, Mr. Emery?

Oh, 1956s, huh? Look at those two. They still think they're flying P-51s. Bring

those idiots in.

Take it easy, Emery.

You can't get to the bottom of a steering problem on a test block.

Hello, Mr. Scott. It's nice to see you down at the ground, sir. Anything I can

do for you? Not a thing, Emery.

Who's driving those two cars?

Project Engineer Dark in the lead car, sir. Test Driver Benson in the second

car. Benson and Dark. That figures.

How's it going?

How's the test going, Dark?

Looks like you're still in business, Emery.

How about you, Duke?

Same here, Johnny, just like driving a baby buggy.

Hey, Emery, how about another try?

What, do you expect the steering wheel to come off in your hands?

The big boys stepped up the way to this model, didn't they?

Okay. Well, how do we know that the pitman arm won't crack under stress?

Because I okayed the design.

Everybody wants to get into the act.

Who was that genius, Johnny?

That gentleman was Mr. Scott.

I didn't say a word.

Roofing ground.

Mr. Scott, it's Mr. Fielding.

Bring them in.

Yes, sir.

Yes, Jim.

Scotty, when will you get it through that thick skull that you're my chief

engineer and not a grease monkey?

Ed Winston just pulled in.

You better get over here in a hurry. He's a stubborn fool.

That makes two of you.

Why don't you listen to him for once?

Because I am running this plant, not Ed Winston's stockholders.

All right, Jim.

I'll be up as soon as I take care of things down here.

Where do those idiots go? They took off for the obstacle course.

One of those knuckleheads wrecks a car, I'll... I'll spank them personally.

Right.

You're lucky you got out of that one. I'm sorry, John.

Benson, how many times have I got to tell you this is not Indianapolis? A

test car with all that mileage on it is worth more to us than ten guys like you.

So help me, I ought to fire you. Let me know when you make up your mind.

Ford's been waiting to hear from me. Benson, I'm warning you.

Duke had nothing to do with it.

I told you this would happen.

The Pittman arm, a clean break.

Mr. Scott, I've got a blueprint of a new one in my office if you'd like to see

it. Go take care of that cut. I'll be in your office in five minutes.

We want this entire steering assembly sent up to analysis right away.

There's the design for it.

New, isn't it?

Very new.

Huh, me?

Yeah.

Yeah, me.

All right, men. You've seen it before.

Come on.

Mr. Scott, you're trying to avoid me.

I didn't see you, Liz.

Now, that's just it.

A person can slave in this office for days, absolutely ignored.

You're absolutely right, Miss... Miss Kent, Johnny Dark, Duke Benson. How are

you? Well, what happened to you?

Slight automobile accident.

Slight? Yeah, you should see the car.

I'll bet.

Mr. Scott, may I see you alone?

If these gentlemen don't mind.

Why, Mr. Scott.

I'll see you in your office, Johnny. And take this character with you.

Honestly, Scotty, I'm just getting desperate.

Dashboards, dashboards, dashboards.

It's getting so I dream about them at night. One more, and I think I'm going

to crawl right into a glove compartment.

Look, Liz.

At Fielding, everybody's got their patience.

No matter what name you go by, young lady, you've only been working here

three months. I've been working... No, no, no.

You fight your battles with your grandpa.

Now, you know very well I'm not allowed within a mile of his office.

Scotty, a big wheel like you could get me out of this monkey cage.

Oh, I want to do something important.

Goodbye, Miss Kent.

But... I'll see you later, Liz.

All right, Johnny, where's that drawing? In the top drawer, sir.

Nothing like the oddly scientific minds.

Wait a minute.

One of these.

Who authorized this?

It's nothing important, Mr. Scott.

Sports car design by Johnny Dogg.

It's something of my own. I had the experimental design worked up for me.

Sports car for fielding motors?

Are you out of your mind?

Don't you know the boss's motto?

Our goal, safety and strength for six. Six, the average American family.

Signed, James Fielding. President.

Spheroid combustion chamber.

Overhead cam.

It's a Fielding motor, Mr. Scott. Even the basic chassis is right off the line.

Now, where's the pitman arm design?

Oh, yeah.

Mr. Scott calling Mr. Scott.

You're wanted in Mr. Fielding's office. Now.

It took me 20 years to get them to put in a loudspeaker system. No, I can't get

away from it.

All right.

Make out a work order for a couple of these and I'll sign it.

As soon as they're ready, we'll test them.

Real bright friends you've got there.

Hustling around on a test track.

I think he likes me.

He's right. You could have been hurt. Forget it.

Did you see the way he looked at these?

It's a good design, Duke. I know it is.

Sure, it's a good design, but what good's it gonna do us on paper?

Someday we're gonna build this car.

I know.

Out of bailing wire and paste.

But it's the public speaking, Jim, not my syndicate. The public just isn't

buying enough of your cars. And I say they'll never buy enough to please you

fellows. What round?

The last.

They're both on the ropes.

You people buy into an industry.

All of a sudden, you know everything about it.

Safety and strength for six.

Six. The average American family. A soundly engineered, comfortable

automobile.

That's the formula on which I built this company.

All right, Jim.

Let's forget current production.

I want to know what you're doing about the border-to-border race this summer. I

never heard of it. Mr. Fielding, the industry's gotten together to introduce

the American sports car to the public.

It'll be a race of international importance.

The data's in your folder, sir.

Is this it?

Yes, sir.

Jim, you shouldn't have done that.

The sports car's a legitimate concept of design and engineering that's sweeping

the world.

As long as I am running this company, a fielding will look like a fielding, not

a contraption for overgrown hot rodders.

Now, anything else on your mind, Ed?

Jim, a fight for control can be an ugly thing.

And our stock holdings are larger than you imagine.

We acquired the Harding block last week.

Dan Harding would never have sold without telling me.

Call and ask him.

Scotty, do something.

Get hold of Kennedy and Owens.

Tell them I want anything in the department they can find that could pass

for a sports car.

Sketches, blueprints, anything.

Darling, we didn't even have a convertible or a station wagon until

last year.

What do you expect to find?

Yeah, you're right.

Anything that crew sends up would look like Jagbenny's Maxwater.

Adam, get Johnny Dark in engineering.

Tell him I want all he's got on that sports car.

Tell him to bring the stuff here. Out of the way!

Ed, good to see you.

Sorry I was held up. So am I. But you know how it is when you have a new

project on the drawing board.

Oh, Jim, about that X-150 model.

We're just about ready to... I'm sorry.

Kind of forgot it was top secret.

Scotty, would you kindly explain what in the world... What makes me think

anything is a secret from Ed Winston?

You're right, Jim.

Ed? We're going to build a sports car that should be the answer to anything

Detroit can throw at us. And when that feeling comes roaring down the finish

line this summer... Well, maybe I'm crazy, but just a minute ago, Jim was

swearing he'd never build a sports car.

The Atom boys have nothing on Jim when it comes to secrecy.

Right, Jim?

Well, maybe I do like to keep things under my hat, at least until I know

they're right.

What does she look like? What's under the hood? Now, hold everything in. I

said she's still on paper. Now, look, I understand you production men don't like

to let these things out, but if you could just give me an idea.

Abby, locate Johnny Dog.

Tell him, like it or not, I want him to bring all the sports car material to

this office.

You know, these engineers can be pretty reluctant boys when it comes to showing

their brain children.

Your reluctant engineer has just arrived.

What took you so long?

Wait here.

And look at this.

He shortened the frame and gets the strength from this crossmember and saves

200 pounds.

Matter of fact, this whole power-weight ratio should produce outstanding

performance. It's a good idea, Jim.

In fact, very good.

Well, this ought to relegate your standard chassis to the scrap heap,

doesn't it?

Let's not forget that this Model X-150 is an experimental model.

Well, what about the styling?

Is this it?

Well, uh, Jim hasn't okayed it yet, but whatever we come up with should be

pretty good. From what you've shown me, I can believe it.

Ross, Wallington, how's it going to feel to have something new to sell, huh?

I've always said there's nothing wrong with any business that fresh ideas won't

cure. Jim, it's going to be a pleasure to report to the boys that Fielding

Motors is on the right track. Yes, as Fielding Motors has always been.

Now, when you finish your tour, Ed, we'll meet for lunch.

Right this way, Mr. Winston.

You'll find quite a few changes since last year. Tremendous changes, Mr.

Winston. An entirely new filing system. After you, sir.

Who is this?

This is Johnny Dock.

Oh.

Your engineering genius.

Just his right hand, sir.

Well, come in. Come in.

Go on in, genius.

But better keep that right hand up.

for a spheroid combustion chamber strikes me as being pretty good and

fairly new.

It's not too new. It's about 10 years old, although I've added some pretty

special wrinkles.

Well, I hope they're wrinkles and not bugs.

Doc, I'm authorizing you to go ahead with this project.

Well, what do you say?

That's wonderful, sir.

I just don't know how to thank you.

Don't try.

Just run along and put that car together.

We'll have all the departments move right in. What does that mean?

That I move out, Mr. Scott? That's a tough assignment, Johnny. You'll need

help. Don't misunderstand me. I want help. I just don't want to be moved out

to left field, that's all.

I don't know how to make you understand this, but... Well, I've lived with these

plants for such a long time and... Don't worry about it, Johnny.

It's your baby.

You'll be in charge.

All right, Doc.

Any other conditions?

No, sir.

Mr. Fielding, you're going to get a car that'll make anything else in this plant

look sick.

The kid's eager, Jim. He can't stop punching. Don't hold it against him. I

have no intention of holding anything against him, not even for coming up with

that harebrained design.

Jim, you can't mean what I'm thinking.

Just what you were thinking.

That's exhibit A for Winston whenever he shows up. After that, I never want to

see or hear of Dark's car again.

Without a chance? Without a trial? Just like that? Just like that.

I'm playing for time, Scotty. If Winston wants a proxy fight, I'll be ready for

him. What happens to Johnny Dog?

That budding young genius who's going to make my cars look sick?

Until he learns that we make practical cars for practical people, he isn't

worth a thin dime to us.

He's gonna be a mighty unhappy young man.

Well, if he gets too unhappy, Scotty, you can hold his hand for him.

And, Scotty, I want that car ready for Winston on his next visit.

I've met a lot of mean, miserable men in my life, but never anyone as ornery

as... As self-opinionated, as egocentric, as downright cantankerous as

Jim Fielding.

Abby, I don't know what I'd do without you. I've been telling you that for

years. Now, Abby.

Oh, look at you, pale as a ghost.

Anybody think I was proposing to you?

Abby, what am I going to do about that boy?

Kind of reminds me of myself when I was a kid.

You're going to tell him?

Maybe.

But I'm not licked yet.

Of all sports car contests in the world, the 24-hour race here at Le Mans,

France, is the most demanding.

It is now the seventh hour, and the French Gordini still leads.

Through the long night, the interest of the spectators never lags.

Cars gotta be tough to take that 24-hour grind. So does the driver. Remember

that, Duke.

Hello?

What's going on? Turn on the lights.

Hello. Welcome.

I brought some preliminary sketches, Mr. Dark.

Oh. I'm Miss Kent, remember?

I remember Miss Kent. Body styling.

Of course.

Well, let me help you.

I worked all night getting these out, Mr. Dark. Of course, they're still a

little rough.

You worked on these?

Oh, I don't have to tell you how excited I was when I found out I was assigned to

this project.

It could have knocked me over.

Me too.

Allow me to introduce you to some of our staff.

This is Smitty, one of the best all-around mechanical engineers in the

business.

Better wolf. Better watch out for him.

This is Carl Svensson, specialist in carburation, father of five.

Six. Six.

You can trust Carl within reason.

I'm Duke Benson, test driver, the best.

Trustworthy escort for all occasions.

Oh, and that's the chief.

Nothing but hydraulic fluid in his veins. Pay no attention to him.

Skirts on a sports car, Miss Kent?

Well, if you want a fender line, Mr. Dodd. Well, they can also cause brake

fade. Brakes need air.

I suggest you take a look at my original drawings.

Well, I already have.

Mr. Darga, a car isn't just a means of transportation.

It should be a thing of beauty.

Something to live in.

What, no stove or refrigerator?

All right, if you don't like my ideas, that's all right with me. But I don't

have to stand here and be insulted.

This looks very pretty to me, Miss Kay. I think the placement of the radio

between the seats is very original. And so do I.

That is not a radio.

Of course, you have to figure it out, but you see, when a drop of rain hits

this gadget here, the top goes up automatically.

You see?

We don't want to hurt your feelings, Miss Kent, but, well, we were expecting

our... Excuse me. I know. Somebody important.

Top man.

Marge, this is Johnny Dock. I'd like to speak to Mr. Scott.

Mr. Scott, Styling just sent me a Miss Kent.

You know, the lady with the dashboards.

There must be some mistake.

Couldn't break anybody else in, Johnny, so I gave her somebody new.

A stylist with a fresh idea or two.

And she's got them all right.

Thanks.

Well, I guess you're it, Miss Kent.

Well, I wouldn't want to be forced upon you, Mr. Dart. That's all right, Miss

Kent. And I certainly wouldn't want to interfere with your ideas. That's very

nice of you, Miss Kent.

Well, I'm glad we understand each other. If you want me, I'll be in my office.

Hi, Duke. Hi.

We're invited to Scotty's tonight for dinner.

Social climate, huh?

I've got to go home and get dressed.

Hey, Duke, wear your own shirt this time.

And that's Jim Fielding and myself sitting in our first car.

We did our own testing in those days.

She did almost 60.

And that was fast enough for us to get our first order.

Three Fielding specials. Went right out and bought me a brand-new hat. And he

hasn't had it off since, except to eat and maybe to sleep.

Just leave my hat out of this, and let's give Miss Kent a chance to eat.

It's Liz.

I'm afraid I've eaten too much already.

The hungry guest is thrice welcome. I'll drink to that.

Johnny.

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's quite all right.

We mustn't disturb the genius at work.

Because the body does look a little lumpy.

Lumpy?

Okay.

The Idaho special.

The fastest potato on a table.

What are you doing?

I'm moving the wheels a little closer.

Lights. Everything enclosed in an envelope body.

Made out of fiberglass.

Could be.

You know, you're catching on fast.

With all that talent, you're complaining?

Who's complaining?

Oh, now he wants you.

What are you, Liz? A woman or a mouse?

Uh, don't answer that.

Uh, Scotty, don't you think it's time you said something?

You're perfectly right, Abby.

I think it's about time for another toast.

I give you the success of the X150.

The fastest car on the road. To the most beautiful.

The winner against all obstacles.

It's wonderful, Liz.

What do you think, Smitty?

She knows what I think. I've been telling her all along. It's great.

You know, Liz, I always knew you'd do a good job.

From the first moment you saw me, I know. Well, I'll make the changes in the

morning. It won't take me long.

Liz, I hate to ask you, but could you make the changes tonight?

I promised the fiberglass boys I'd be ready for them in the morning. Nothing

doing, slave driver.

The lady's been working every night for two weeks.

Tonight I'm taking her dancing.

If you'd like to drag along with us...

Only kidding, of course.

Why don't you, Johnny? What?

You could stand some time off for yourself.

We're going to Pineland.

Maybe I'll join you later.

Well, don't knock yourself out.

Liz, if you're smart, you'll take your own car.

It's a long walk back.

Hey, Johnny, the master brake cylinder's awful close to the exhaust.

Of course, I could put an extension to the frame, weigh about ten more pounds,

but... Hey, Johnny, I said... Smitty, why don't we just follow the plans?

I guess you could put it all into one paragraph.

High school, college, and art school.

Every bit of it by working my own way.

My family didn't have a penny.

Of course, in a way, I guess it was sort of fun.

That's all there is to tell about me.

I'm just a dull little cookie.

Well, how about both of you? I want to know everything.

Having gagged at birth on Silver Spoon, I was immediately sent to Princeton.

Happily expelled, I joined the Air Force.

It was... Go ahead.

Thank you.

I was merely going to add that modesty forbids me carrying all my decorations

with me, but if you'd care to come to my apartment, I believe that there you...

You'll find pictures of them leering at you from every corner.

Captain Benson, war ace.

Major Benson, squadron leader. If it wasn't for my trick knee, Colonel Benson

commanding a wing.

Now, how about this dance, milady? Just a minute, pal. What's the matter? Using

that trick knee for sympathy is a little played out, don't you think?

Liz, how about it?

How about all of us going home?

Good night, Scat. Good night, folks.

You can take my car, General, and follow us.

Forgive him, Duke. He never went to Princeton.

Lots of gold, huh?

Lots.

Surprised?

Not particularly.

I had a supercharger installed.

Supercharger?

I thought this car was familiar.

Oh?

Scotty asked me to supervise the installation.

He said it was for a member of the Fielding family.

Oh, really?

Who?

A dame by the name of Liz Fielding.

Stinker.

You can call yourself the Duchess of Kalamazoo.

I don't care.

Down easy.

That's it.

Well, Johnny, what do you think?

I'll know a lot more after that airport race Sunday.

As long as she's ready for the big one this summer.

Anyway, Mr. Fielding, she sure looks good.

Miss Kent did a fine job, don't you think?

Jim, I just got word the race will start at the Canadian border and finish in

Mexicali. But then you've got the details on the entry forms.

I, uh, was hoping now that you've seen the car, you'd kind of take a hand in

things personally.

I sent the entry forms up to your office. Good.

Abby will know just what to do with them.

And now if you've finished with my granddaughter, you can send her back to

the styling department.

It didn't work, Scotty.

What's with him, Scotty?

Nothing.

Forget it.

Come on, Liz.

Let you and I take a spin in this thing.

Listen, they don't handle like the old races, Scotty.

Maybe you better let Duke check you out.

That's completely unnecessary.

How'd she go?

She's a beauty.

You'll have to trump hard in those breaks Sunday.

You mean you are. No, Junior, you.

I'm not gonna be there.

If you don't believe me, ask Emery.

Fired me this morning.

What's he talking about, Emery?

I've had enough of this maniac shenanigans.

They got out here this morning in a Y model and broke every traffic rule in

the book.

Well, he's had it.

That jerk's been gunning for me ever since you got me this job.

I'll talk to Scotty about putting you on as a special driver for the X-150.

Oh, wow, that was fun, Scotty.

Weight.

Cubic displacement.

We'll base... What? No blood pressure?

Well, I guess that does it.

Abby, you'll mail out those forms right away, won't you? As soon as Mr. Fielding

signs them, I'll lick the stabs myself.

Now all I have to do is find myself a driver for that airport race Sunday.

I heard about Duke. I'm sorry.

Well, anyway, we've got a real car.

You know, one of these days, sweetheart, I'm going to take you for a ride.

It'll have to be soon.

What do you mean?

Well, um, Scotty will kill me for opening my big mouth, but... What are

you driving at, Abby?

Johnny, it was a waste of time filling out these entry forms.

Fielding will never sign them. If he does, they'll never be mailed.

And if I'm ever going to have a drive in the X-150, it'll have to be in our dead

storage warehouse.

All I'm asking for is a reason, that's all. Is there something wrong with the

car? Let's say you didn't have the age or experience for the job.

Did you have the age and experience when you and Scotty built your first car?

Young man, are you comparing yourself to me?

Shouldn't I?

You've got guts, Stark.

I don't know how much that'll help you to get another job.

This is my business. I run it the way I want it run.

All right, I'm not firing you.

I'll tell Scotty you're being reassigned back to his department.

You can tell Scotty I quit.

Johnny, Johnny, Andy told me. I can't believe it. Well, now you can. I just

got it from the horse's mouth.

Liz.

I didn't expect you to walk out on me, too.

My name is still feeling. You tell me how I can walk out on that.

At least we got to finish her.

And she was beautiful.

Is beautiful, girl, is.

Both inside and out.

You don't even shoot a horse till it breaks his leg.

Someday you'll build her again, Johnny.

Just for yourself.

That's a dream, Liz.

The X-150 is real.

She isn't just paper anymore.

You can touch her.

You can see her.

You can drive her.

She could even be in that race someday.

Sure.

Why not?

Then what would your grandfather do, Liz?

Oh, he'd blow his top.

Absolutely blow his top.

That settles it.

We can even paint her red. And her grandpa won't know the difference.

You're both crazy.

If we're caught, will they put the three of us in the same cell?

Check, miss.

Yeah.

This is Mr. Scott.

Stolen?

Oh, no, no, no.

We moved her to the warehouse this afternoon.

Oh, that's all right.

Good night.

Now, Duke, for the first couple laps, I want you to take it easy. Yeah, I know.

I know. And watch out for the pit sequence. Right. Johnny, why don't you

go on over and sit down and relax?

It's in the bag.

Good luck!

Scotty, I can't stand it. We've just got to win. It's the only way Jim will ever

forgive us.

Stubborn jackass. He should be here with us.

The leaders have just completed lap number 50.

25 more to go.

The boys are not settling down. If anything, they're getting a little more

reckless. When these boys are driving, it's still anybody's race.

Here's the first break in the race. The Ferrari's in trouble and it's pulled off

the course.

Duke Benson is out in the lead. As the Idaho special has the ability of Duke

Benson to stay up there with Bill Hill's Italian Ferrari.

Wow, look at him go.

Hey, slow down.

We'll just go.

Quite a bit of excitement in Duke Benson's pit.

They've signaled him to ease off, but no effect.

It's my guess that Duke is out to break the course record.

Ambulance to the U-turn.

Ambulance to the U-turn.

I almost won it for you, Johnny boy.

You okay?

Yeah, sure. Not a scratch.

That's all I wanted to know.

Johnny! What are you trying to do?

Johnny, the brakes went.

So help me.

Coming around that turn, I lost them. Maybe it was a brake fade. Then the

brake drums would be hot, wouldn't they?

Oh, you can do better than that, Duke.

How about this one?

You got dust in your eye.

You couldn't see the road. You couldn't even see my pit signals.

You could only see the people in the stand cheering you on to a new record.

I'm sorry about the pit signals, but those brakes went.

Come on around and turn. I... Okay.

Forget it.

Johnny, he was trying to explain. You didn't give him a chance.

I gave him my car, didn't I?

And that's all that means anything to you, that car.

Well, you can have it.

Go.

Hello. Well, hello.

Johnny, we've been getting ready to drag for the body. We haven't in the last few

days. You have one. Plenty for everybody.

Thanks.

Hi.

Smitty. We found out why Duke had brake trouble.

You put the master cylinder too close to the exhaust. I told him you had a weight

problem, Johnny. It was a tough decision for you to make.

Thanks, Smitty.

I made the wrong one.

Maybe I had my mind on other things.

Just the same, if Duke had pulled into the pits when his brakes started to

go... Svensson, I thought you'd be at the ballpark these nights. With the home

team in last place, who wants to watch the slaughter?

You're crazy. You'll never get it ready in time. What about parts? What about

equipment? What we need, we'll borrow from the plant. How about the body?

That's Liz's department.

Your loyalty is very touching, Miss Fielding.

Oh, maybe you've forgotten I helped design it.

Of course, winning doesn't mean as much to me as it does to some people.

Okay. You think I killed a guy.

It's a wonder you didn't.

Hey, what is this between you two?

I'm sorry, Abby.

You got an opening for an unemployed engineer?

I got references.

And at the last report, practically every major company will be represented

when the border-to-border race starts next week.

That's the dental report.

One of the top pre-race favorites, the Thunderbird, will be driven by Duke

Benson, the boy who had all that tough luck at Eagle Point Airport's race

several weeks ago.

If his car hadn't failed him, Duke tells us... You would have been an easy

winner.

Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who just tuned in, we are speaking to

you from the starting point of the Border to Border Race, a three-day, 2

,200-mile grind from Canada to Mexico.

A race, by the way, that is expected to show the shape of things to come in the

American sports car.

Oh, and speaking of the shape of things to come, we'd like to have you meet Miss

Border to Border.

Symbol of the sports car beautiful.

She'll be with us for the next three days. Miss York, how about saying hello

to our vast listening audience?

Hello, vast listening audience.

Thank you, Miss Border to Border. Now let me give you a preview of the other

beauties around here.

On my right is the Tiger Special, a Cannon Motors entry powered by an engine

capable of achieving over 300 horsepower.

Doopey. Hello.

I just can't wait for Reno tonight. Uh-huh.

What time do you think you'll be getting in? What time do you want me there,

baby? Of course, I'm supposed to be rooting for everybody.

I just can't help rooting for you.

Me too, too, please.

Liz,

we'll be right back, baby. Business.

Liz, I was hoping we might have dinner tonight.

The bus car's expected in Reno around 7.30. Of course, we could make it dinner

at 6.30.

Wonderful. At what hospital?

We'll be waiting for you, lover boy. We got a car here ourselves.

Sure, you got a car. But have you got a driver?

You got a pretty good right, Junior.

But in this sport, you have to shift gears with it.

I'll keep it in mind. You'd better.

You haven't driven for a long time.

You take these mountain curves like you're on a merry-go-round, you'll wind

up over a cliff.

Okay, Major, consider me briefed.

Now I'm gonna brief you.

You've been goofing off long enough. From now on, you're on your own.

Okay, Junior.

War, huh?

Yeah, a brand new one.

All drivers into their cars.

All drivers into their cars.

Don't forget about our date, Liz.

Join us when you get in, Junior.

And the first car to start is the Tiger Special. And folks, I wish you could see

her. As sleek as the animal she was named for. An entry of Cannon Motors.

Now the Thunderbird. World Motors. A heavy car, but lots of power. With

Benson driving, a real threat.

planes are squads of mechanics loaded down with every kind of equipment flying

ahead to the first night stop in reno they will be prepared to make any

repairs their cars may need there goes the last car wing south to mexico

leaving this peaceful little canadian town which for the moment has held the

spotlight of sporting history and now ladies and gentlemen this is john

heaston signing off for now

And I'll be following the race by air all the way to Mexico, giving you an

above-the-spot report.

So far, no cars have been passed.

All cars are maintaining their starting positions.

position remains the same. The first car is the Tiger Special, followed by the

Thunderbird and the Tomahawk.

The cars will be hitting the Oregon line soon, and I must say the State Highway

Patrols are doing a magnificent job.

What kind of a fool do you take me for?

You and Doc have been building your own sports car, or didn't you think I knew?

You couldn't enter her unless you called her a fielding, so you falsified the

entry forms.

All right, Jim.

As soon as she's won the race, I'll deny she's a fielding, and I'll tell the

world she's a Scot.

Then I'll sit back and watch the orders roll in. I see.

Now you're going into business for yourself.

Why, when I took you in with me, you couldn't add two and two.

I had it up all right back in 36 when we were broke when I engineered that

Harding loan.

And that's about all you ever engineered for this company. If that was true, you

would have fired me years ago. I should have. It's not too late. You bet it

isn't.

Abby, bring your book.

Abby, I want you to have Ross release a following to the press.

Fielding Motors regrets to announce that after an association of 30 years... 32

years. After an interruption... After an association of 32 years, Mr.

William H. Scott is leaving its employ on account of other personal

interests.

The company wishes to announce further that this will take effect as soon as

Mr. Scott has cleaned up his desk, a matter of two weeks.

Two days.

Did you take that down? Yes, sir.

holding normal. She's running like a train.

Take it easy. These curves don't straighten out for a while.

arrow just spun out but made a beautiful recovery and continued with only a few

seconds lost but those few seconds have allowed number 18 to move up a position

this first lap into reno nevada is over 800 miles and will take the last measure

of endurance from car and driver thanks john this is station ktjt reno nevada

sam davis reporting in addition to john heaston in our spotting plane we'll hear

from our ground spotters and coordinating police patrols

Roll card, sector four.

Last car in road race has just passed our checkpoint.

Highway's now clear for regular traffic.

Okay, sector four. Checkpoint five now reporting.

You're doing great, Johnny.

Just great.

All clear here.

Sector 6, attention.

Clear your highway. First cars through in 30 minutes.

Just like America around, Duke.

The Thunderbird is now out in front, and Duke Benson has the road all to himself.

But things are happening back there with the other cars. The Idaho Special is

crowding the flying arrow, and it looks like Johnny Dark is making a bid for

fourth position.

Take him on the inside, Johnny.

First position is the Thunderbird, followed by the Tiger Special, the

Tomahawk, and the Idaho Special.

Scott.

Talk to Fielding.

That's what I said, Ross.

Check with him.

Besides, I'm very busy right now.

All right, Abby.

Go ahead. Ask him.

Mr. Fielding wants to know if you intend leaving with certain obligations

unfulfilled. Mr. Fielding thinks it is very unfair to the stockholders for you

to walk out with certain important projects unfinished.

Tell Mr.

Fielding he should have thought of that in the first place.

Tell Mr.

Scott if he thinks I care a snap personally or if he thinks I've come

here to beg him to stay, he is mistaken.

He couldn't be mistaken about anything.

And tell him not to shout.

I'm trying to listen to something.

Don't shout, Mr. Fielding.

A man in my position has certain responsibilities.

Yeah. In first place, the Thunderbird. Second place, the Tiger Special.

Followed by the Tomahawk.

Followed by the most ridiculous cars ever manufactured.

All right, Abby.

Tell Mr. Scott I have changed my mind. If he thinks that pile of junk of his

has any chance anywhere, he's lost my respect.

His opinions could be of no possible value to me anyway.

And tell him if... His car finishes better than last. I'll buy him a new

hat, which he can use looking for another job.

Tell him to put his money where his mouth is.

Why, Scotty, are you suggesting a real wager? I'm suggesting a bet for money.

5,000 too much?

Make it 10 and pick your own car.

The Thunderbird.

You see, Scotty, he's studied every car in the race. He knows Duke's the

favorite. Make him give you a handicap.

With his judgment, he's got a handicap.

You're so right.

At about $10,000, I'll take five.

Looks like it's the Tiger Special behind us. Dark's nowhere in sight.

Get away Johnny!

Take him!

Now! What are you waiting for?

They're okay. Nobody hurt.

The Thunderbird leading, followed by the Tiger Special.

And here's a flash.

Just beyond the Nevada state line, the Tomahawk spun out, and the Idaho Special

is now in third place.

Reno, five miles.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're speaking to you from the corner of East Commercial

Row and North Virginia Street in downtown Reno, beneath the arch that

says, Reno, the biggest little city in the world.

And here they come!

Spencer.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've just received word from the highway patrol

that the second car, which is number 17, driven by Phil Hill, has just passed the

five-mile sign.

Guess who?

Duke Benson, king of drivers.

Yeah, right on schedule.

Come on, baby, let's go eat. Duke, did you see him? How far back do you think

he is? Oh, who knows? Come on, I'm hungry. So go eat.

Thanks. Come on, baby, let's go.

We're gonna wait for him.

Are you starved to death?

That's good enough for me.

the Tiger Special, driven by Bill Hill.

Here comes the third car.

It's Johnny.

Right.

Gatto Special with Johnny Dark driving the third car through.

Good driving, Johnny.

Bill sounds okay.

Third isn't bad, Johnny.

Oh, not bad, Junior.

Now maybe we can go to dinner, huh?

Wait till we finish with her tonight.

Then we'll really show you some stuff. What was wrong?

Nothing important. The ignition of the fuel pump. I don't know. Where's the

garage? Back at the Riverside Hotel. Come on, Svends.

Ignition checks out okay, Smitty.

Ignition okay, Johnny. Must be the fuel pump.

Could be the gas line.

Some of those guys practically rebuilt their engines.

Why not? They brought half their factories with them.

Come on, let's get with it.

Liz, you know, we're liable to be here all night.

All night?

Where?

I guess in that case, I better stick around.

What for?

Just in case you need some moral support.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Go back to work, slave.

One o'clock, but we found it, Liz.

Sediment in the gas tank.

Whoever welded the tank after the wreck must have left his shoes in it.

Oh, even a shoe would taste good to me right now.

Johnny. Huh?

How are feeding me?

Somebody get us something to eat. I gotta check every inch of that gas.

Give me some ham and eggs. We're gonna be here till morning.

Oh, that's silly, Johnny.

Look, you're going to the hotel and take a shower, and then we're going to get

some dinner.

And then you're going to relax.

Liz,

will you please leave me alone?

It is a pleasure.

Go ahead and fix your old gas line.

And suppose you do lose the race. Who cares?

Oh, Duke, it's so late, and I've got a headache. And you want me to have pity

on you and let you go to bed, huh?

This is Reno, remember?

I certainly do, and I don't care if it were China.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm snapping at you for.

You're a nice guy.

If I'm such a nice guy, why don't you come and talk to me?

You certainly make the strangest times.

Well, I'm a creature of impulse, Liz.

Come on, how about it?

My idea ring any bells?

Not the kind you're thinking of.

I'm sorry.

By the way, where is Johnny?

That mechanic, that self-centered, egotistical, narrow-minded... Oh, Liz,

you got me all confused.

You just spent half the night with a guy.

I just spent half the night with a clogged gas line. And as far as I'm

concerned, I hope he never gets it fixed. I hope... I hope he comes in

last.

You want him that much, Liz?

All I want is some sleep.

Good night.

Going up?

No.

Come on, Johnny.

Better get some coffee or something.

I thought you said you were gonna wake me.

How is she?

All righty, come on, let's go.

The race starts in a couple of hours.

The lap today into Las Vegas is a short one, stressing speed and more speed.

Dukey.

Duke Benson having come in last night two minutes ahead of the number two car,

will start two minutes ahead today.

And now, with pleasure, we present the Honorable Pat McCarron, senior senator

from the state of Nevada, who will drop the starting flag.

Smitty, the coffee sandwiches.

The chicken's for you.

Cheese for him.

Look, Liz, about last night.

It's kind of hard for me to apologize, but now when anything happens to the

car, I just forget about everything else. If you like, I can refresh your

memory.

That's the trouble with dames. You never forget anything.

Look, Liz. Come on, Johnny.

Let's go.

This is your reporter, John Easton, back with you again, picking up the second

lap from Reno to Las Vegas.

At this moment, the Tomahawk is running fourth, but driving hard and pushing

Johnny Dark, who is in the number three spot.

The Tiger Special is second, and the Thunderbird is holding the lead.

to the pass and then down into Bishop.

What?

20 miles to Virginia City and then down.

Are you all right, Smitty?

Sure. I'm fine.

The tomahawk just spun out. And was that a close one. Louis Tomei just missed

going over a cliff. But due to some very fast and expert handling, he did a

complete spin around and kept right on going.

Those boys down there have really got what it takes.

And there goes number 44, the Tomahawk.

According to our latest report from John Heaston, it'll be a few minutes before

the next car comes through.

And incidentally, John is now switching from a helicopter to an airplane, so he

can keep up with the terrific speed these cars will make on the flat.

We will hear from him again right after our next station identification.

Ground spotter report.

At the 300-mile mark, Duke Benson's lead is less than half what it was this

morning. Phil Clark in the Tiger Special is number two, but losing ground, with

Johnny Dark close on his heels.

All of which points to the fact that not only Dark, but his car has staying

power, stamina.

Dark is continuing to gain on Duke Benson. Did you hear that, Abby?

Tell Jim Filby to start counting out that 10,000.

You've broken my radio.

Where are you going?

Scotty's office.

Mr. Fielding.

Darkbuster doing 150.

Can't you squeeze any more out of it? She's open all the way now.

147.

Upgrade. Sharp turn to the left.

The Tiger special, being crowded by Johnny Dark, spun out on a sharp left

turn. Dark, holding to the inside, took the curve beautifully and is now in

second place.

Duke Benson had better look to his rearview mirror.

Since we've hit these desert straightaways, the Idaho special has

gained steadily on the Thunderbird.

The big question is, can he keep it up?

Which turn, Smitty? Which turn?

Smitty!

Left!

No, no, right, right!

Pans cracked, leaking oil.

Can we make it to Vegas?

I don't know, but we can try.

Duke Benson is still out in the lead. That unfortunate spin out and delay cost

Johnny Dark his second place, but it hasn't slowed car or driver.

We're out of oil, Johnny. The pressure's gone.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Bruce Branson covering the border-to-border

race from the heart of downtown Las Vegas. Just before going on the air, I

was notified that Johnny Dark's Idaho Special, which was in second place, ran

into trouble about 20 miles from here.

Here comes the first car.

He was right behind you.

He's always behind me.

Don't worry, Liz. It's going to be just the way you wanted it to be. Like I

wanted it to be? What do you mean? You said you wanted him to come in last.

Duke, I'm not joking.

He's in trouble. What? He may be hurt.

Don't worry, baby. He can handle himself.

Pardon me, Dark, but what's the story? What happened? Can't you leave us alone?

Well, lady, I just wanted to find out what later.

Ladies and gentlemen, as soon as we check with the official, we'll have the

correct timings on each car as it comes in on this lap from Reno to Las Vegas.

And according to Dark's co-driver, that cracked oil pan spelled finish to the

main bearings.

Add a frozen engine, which means a major overhaul, putting Johnny Dark definitely

out of the race.

Well, it looks as though I win a bet, Scotty.

Unfortunately for Dark, his car was entered without a full complement of

mechanics and without extra equipment.

All of which means in our book that fielding motors didn't do right by

Johnny Dark.

But it isn't a fielding.

Sue me.

Well, if they think it's a fielding, I've got this company's reputation to

protect. That fool kid.

If he had as much brains as he has guts, he'd have known he was licked yesterday.

Call transportation.

Have a company plane stand by.

I want that car back in this race.

Even if it costs you 10,000? Even if it costs me the 10,000. Transportation,

this is Mr. Fielding's secretary.

No use.

Cylinder walls are too badly scored.

We're dead, Johnny. We need a whole new block.

Looks like the war's over.

Might as well get some sleep.

We'll need sleep now.

Night, Liz.

I'll clean up this mess in the morning if I'm not too badly hungover.

Night. Night, son.

Tell you what we're gonna do.

We're gonna take Las Vegas apart.

This pile of junk has come between us for the last time, Liz.

Liz, so I lost the race. Who cares?

I care.

Oh, Liz.

I had it coming to me.

Well, anyway, it was a wonderful try.

Well, don't just stand there. Liz, get Johnny to his hotel so he can get some

sleep. It's no use, Scotty. The block is shot. That's what I figured.

Boys, there's a block in there. Haul it out.

Oh, Scotty.

This final day's run takes the cars down through the California desert to the

Mexican border, a distance of some 400 miles from here.

The most important development since yesterday is that the Idaho special is

still in the race.

Somebody has pulled off a minor miracle. But it'll take another miracle for Dark

to overtake the first three cars.

Duke Benson's Thunderbird, Phil Hill's Tiger Special, and Louie Tomei's

Tomahawk. It's gonna be all right, Johnny.

Scotty, I can't thank you. Just get in and drive.

You keep your eyes on the map this time.

Tell them in advance.

Duke Benson has driven a fine race, and from here it looks like he's the winner.

Johnny Dark is still third, but it looks pretty certain that he'll take the Tiger

Special, which will bring him in second.

And at this moment, the Flying Arrow is making a bid for fourth place.

17 is out.

Now for the Thunderbird.

Take him, Johnny!

We got him, Johnny! We got him!

The fastest potato on the table.

Huh?

Johnny Dark has passed Duke Benson with less than a half a mile to go. Come on,

Johnny! Come on, Johnny!

Johnny!

Hey, after 20 years, you can stand a new one. And I'm smothering my winnings.

Congratulations. That was a fine race, son. Thank you. And Liz, you didn't fool

me for a minute. I knew all the time you were tied in with these pirates.

That's quite a contraption you have there, Doc. You might be interested in

it, Jim.

Have a look.

What is this?

It's an engine.

I know it's an engine, but that's a feeling.

You told me... No.

You told me, remember?

Great color, Mr. Fielding. Wouldn't mind having one myself.

Yeah, thank you. How soon do you expect to go into production?

Well, that's a question you'll have to ask my chief engineer, Mr. Scott.

Well, all I can say is... Well, you better get this down, boys.

The motto of Fielding Motors is give the public what it wants when it wants it.

Production plans will get underway as soon as Mr. Fielding and I return to the

factory. Scotty. Come on, Tom. We did it, Jim. We did it. Why not? It's a

Fielding.

Hold it. Oh, wait a minute.

Congratulations, Junior.

Thanks, Duke. I guess I briefed you too well.

Over here, Duke.

Johnny. Huh?

How long do you think it would take you to build another X-150?

What?

Oh, just a little one. About so big.

I'll start on it right away.

Don't you think it'd be a good idea if you two got married first?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, Junior, take off.

The city sleeps beneath the rain.

Golden lights kiss window panes. Your shadow walks

across the floor.

Like every dream I've loved before The

candle dances by your smile The room forgets the

passing miles Every heartbeat finds its tune

Underneath this velvet moon

Let the saxophone softly cry While our lonely hearts learn

to fly Hold me close, don't say goodbye

Stars are falling from the sky In this

little jazz cafe

The bartender pours another glass.

Slow reflections gently pass.

Your laughter floats like vintage wine.

Sweet as every old love line.

Piano whispers warm and low.

Our secret.

Walking bass, brush-strung groove,

audience applause in background.

Your perfume lives inside the air like silent poems

ebb and wind.

Black satin shining in the light, turning darkness

into a...

keeps playing slow and true every melody finds you

time surrenders to the

sound as our soul

Trumpets rise and saxophones sing Making every heartbeat

swing Take my hand across the floor

Love like this needs nothing more In this little

jazz cafe We'll keep the blues

Maybe tomorrow fades away Maybe dawn will steal

today But this song will always stay Floating

where the blue notes play Close your eyes

and breathe it in Every ending can begin

become the stars love is never very far

stay with me till morning light

everything will be alright sex

is crying hearts agree this is where

So the pressure Modi sex plays on final emotional note Bates

naturally Soft applause cafe and ease disappears

into silence