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Thank you very much.
Thank you so much, everyone.

Hello.

Hello, everyone!

Thank you.

Thank you, everybody.
Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.
Welcome, and Happy Christmas.

And in this show,
which has a tree over there,

and nothing else festive
at all...

I drive the Bugatti Chiron
in Saint-Tropez.

And in the Alps.

And through the streets
of Turin.

But we start with James May, who
has been driving a Kia hatchback.

So, he drives around the best bits of
Europe in a Bugatti and you get a Kia!

You can shut up, Hammond,

because,
if you remember rightly,

you were supposed to go
and drive the Kia hatchback,

but you couldn't, because you can't
drive round corners without crashing.

Oh, yeah.

- Were you his stand-in?
- Yes.

- Has he said "thank you"?
- No, he hasn't, actually.

That's unbelievably selfish. You
should have done, really.

- Well, I'd broken my leg!
- Well, don't go on about it.

That's all we hear: "I broke my
leg! I broke my leg!"

It doesn't matter,
because the Kia hatchback

that Hammond should have been
driving, but wasn't,

turns out to be not as boring as
you might expect,

as I shall now explain.

To do my explaining,
I've come here,

to the sunny Balearic island of
Majorca,

where we find this.

Kia's first attempt to make a saloon car
that's sporty, rather than sensible.

It even has a cool name.
It's called the Stinger.

Check this out.

This is the little keyless fob
that locks and unlocks it,

and you could see that as the
button that launches a missile.

To the Stinger.

Besides a key
from Fighter Command,

the Stinger has other things
designed to give you the fizz.

Power, for example. This has a
3.3-litre twin-turbo V6,

developing 365 horsepower.

Now, that's not Vindaloo-hot,
like a BMW M3.

It's more Madras-hot,
I think.

Say an Audi S4.

And if you're watching
in America,

I'm using here the car-curry
performance index.

Very popular in Britain.

If you prefer numbers, it does 0
to 60 in around five seconds.

And it has a top speed just
short of 170 miles an hour.

So, again, that's not as fast as
a BMW M3,

but it's probably fast enough to
outrun

one of Kim Jong-un's
wonky northern missiles.

And there's more sporty stuff.

I have an eight-speed,
semi-automatic gearbox,

which I can control
with paddles,

and that most important
of sports-saloon requirements:

rear-wheel drive.

It's also groaning
with equipment.

I'll run you through
just a few of the things.

I've got a 15-speaker stereo.
I've got a head-up display,

adaptive cruise control,

collision warning system,

driver-drowsiness
warning system.

Very useful when I'm on board.

All of this in a car
costing around £40,000,

which makes it £5,000 less than
the equivalent Jag or Audi.

But never mind
the not unreasonable price.

The Stinger's main purpose is to show
that Kia can make a sporty saloon.

So, to find out if they've succeeded,
we need to do something sporty.

Which brings me here.

To this road.

A challenging five-kilometre
scribble of Tarmac,

spearing and snaking up through
the Majorcan hills.

What I intend to do is start down
there and drive as fast as possible

to a finishing point
here on this bridge.

And to spice it up,
I'm making it a race.

It's me and the Stinger versus
some young men on planks.

Here's one of them,
and here's the other one.

They both dress like bike racers,
but their preferred transport

is specially modified
skateboards,

which hardly sounds like much
of a threat to the car.

OK. Tell us
about those skateboards.

What, sort of bicycle speeds?
20, 30?

The fastest we can go
is 75 miles an hour. 120K.

75 miles an hour?

On that?

Do you mind if I...?

Yeah. Knock yourself out.
Not literally.

75 miles an hour on a piece of wood
with some plastic wheels on it?

You're mad.

Right. Just so we're clear
on the rules,

I'm going to start down there at
the start line

and drive uphill all the way to
here, which is the finish line,

while you start here on what is my finish
line, but is actually your start line,

and you're downhill all the way.

So, if you see "finish" upside down,
you're at the start,

but "start" the right way up,
you're at your start.

And when I see "start" upside down,
it's your start, but it's my finish,

cos it says "finish"
the right way up.

There's a point where we cross
over, obviously, so be careful.

Let's just agree: stay right if
we see each other?

Your right or our right?

Well, it's the same thing, cos you're
going the other way, downhill,

and I'm going uphill
towards this finish.

OK.

No. Yeah. No, the left.
No, just stay... Yeah.

Soon we were in position at our
respective start/finish lines.

Right. Setup.

We're going to go for the sportiest
mode, which is Sport Plus.

Traction & Stability Control disabled.
That's all the nannies off.

It is a hill climb.
Don't bin it, May.

Here we go.
Horsepower versus gravity.

Isaac Newton and dudes
versus South Korea and me.

Three, two, one.

Keep the foot in. Yes.

Throttle response a bit more chippy
when you've got it on Sport Plus.

Yes. Little bit
of sideways action.

I've got a limited-slip diff.
That's going to look after me.

Brake. Turn it.

On the exit. There it is.

Oh, those rocks
don't look nice! Aaaarghh!

Easy right,
then a bit of a left.

Here they come. Keep right!

Jeez, those guys are going!

And for them, the remaining course
was full of fast straights,

whereas, for me, the road
was now becoming twistier.

Stay out, stay out, stay out.
Mind the rocks.

Apex. See the exit.
Squares it. That's lovely!

Yes, there's the bridge.

Here I come! Here I come! Don't
bin it now.

Aaaarghh!

Yes! Yes.

Right. Let's have it.

- Yeah, buddy.
- Yeah, buddy.

OK, James. The boarders did
it in five minutes and 16 seconds.

You did it in five minutes and
ten seconds.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Losers!

Losers! Losers!

- Whatever.
- ...that guy.

Bad winner.

- He's a bad winner.
- Yeah, exactly.

Appalling.

Yep.

Standard reaction
from James May.

James, I am very curious.

How did you manage to go to Majorca
in all that beautiful sunshine

and not catch pneumonia?

Well, I mean, it's a danger.

No, it's funny you should ask,
but actually, I did go

past a lot of places
that sold pneumonia.

But I didn't go in
because I had to get up

the next day early
and go to work.

Let's move on,
because it is now time

for us to peer down a manhole
of chat on Conversation Street.

That's festive.
The tree and that.

And I think we should do
more festive stuff now.

- Yes.
- And turn on the lights

on our motoring-flavoured tree.

Yes, and I'd like to go first, if
I turn on the lights I've made

using the back lights
from various cars.

Look. That's Christmassy, isn't
it? Ahh!

I'd like to add my lights to the festive
tree, which I've made out of indicators.

So, they're orange and they flash,
and they're warm. Are you ready?

- Oh, Christmassy!
- How about that, then?

- Right...
- No!

Why not?

Do not switch on
whatever you've made.

- Why?
- Because you'll blind everybody in the tent.

Why do you always think
I'll have overdone it?

Because you always overdo it.

- Ready?
- Oh, dear God!

What do you think of that?
Why are you grimacing?

Don't encourage him.

What? It's brilliant.

It's a bit bright,
I admit, but...

It is bright. You've burnt
people's eyes out.

- Why is it a cross?
- It's the baby Jesus.

It's the baby Jesus,
not the dead Jesus.

What?

The cross is what he was
crucified on. That's Easter.

Oh.

So, what should it be
at Christmas?

A star.

- That's Jewish.
- No.

It is.
Jews don't do Christmas.

It's a different sort of star.

You've used
the wrong religious symbol.

What that is
is a big spoiler alert.

Yes.

It is, yeah!

- I've given away the ending?
- Yeah.

If you don't want to know what happens
to the baby Jesus later, look away now.

Last year we looked at all the
motoring-related Christmas presents

you could buy,
and they were all terrible.

In fact,
they always are terrible.

Actually, the most terrible of them all
I've got in here. It's Scalextric.

- Oh, come on.
- What do you mean?

- Well, I like Scalextric.
- Ah, you're wrong.

- No, you are wrong.
- How could I be wrong about what I'm like?

- You don't like it.
- You think you like it.

- I do.
- It's like classical music.

People think they like classical music,
but they don't. Nobody does, really.

I do.

Anyway, back to Scalextric,
which nobody likes, OK?

The Professor
of Sweeping Statements!

Let me explain the problem, okay?
This is how Scalextric works.

You take out the car.
"Wow!" you think.

"Look at that.
It's like a Dodge Viper."

And then throw it
under some furniture.

And you have just
played Scalextric.

Cos that's what happens
immediately with Scalextric.

No, you get your
little sister to pick it up.

Scalextric should come with
a little sister. Mine did.

No, no. No, it shouldn't come
with a little sister.

It did.

- Did you say that out loud?
- Yeah, he did.

I was hoping to just carry on.

My sister's 12 years younger.
The year I got my Scalextric,

I also got a little sister.

Don't disillusion him of it!

He thinks
that's where they come from.

- It came from Hornby Hobbies.
- It shouldn't arrive at all!

Two things are going to happen.

Either you go too fast, in which
case the car goes under furniture,

or you get the speed right and
it just goes round and round

and round and round, for ever.

Yes, you find the speed at which the cars
don't come off and then just watch them.

What you're doing at that point
is watching electricity happen.

Yes.

I can see why you were
disappointed, Hammond.

You put an electric car
on a race track

and, next thing you know,
you've crashed.

Sorry. That was a bit...

That was...

That wasn't even in the back.
That was in the face!

I have got some Bentley...
espresso cups and saucers.

- What do you think of that?
- No, no, I quite like those.

- The colours...
- They're horrible.

- They're too thick.
- Ah, they're not,

cos espresso cups
have to be thick.

They have to weigh
147.8 grams.

- Says who?
- Italian coffee scientists.

- That's a fact.
- That is pretentious twaddle.

- It isn't.
- Just try it in a restaurant.

Call the waiter over.
"Come here, my man. Ahem.

I think you know what I'm going
to tell you about this cup.

It's too heavy."

- But it isn't too heavy.
- It is. It's too thick.

It could be hit with a hammer
and survive.

What, and that's a bad thing?

Oh, don't hit it with a hammer.

I was wrong.

I was actually going
to take those home.

Ah, you can. You can, actually.
There you go.

There's your set of three Bentley
espresso cups and saucers.

And you get a spare saucer,
in case you break one.

It's nice. Spare.
It's a good present, that.

I have actually got you
a present, Hammond.

- Have you?
- It's in a presentation box. Here it is.

The box is broken, and I apologise for
that, but there it is. Check it out.

It's a ruined watch.

Not just any ruined watch. It's
your ruined watch.

- Is it?
- That has been retrieved

from the wreckage of the car that you
destroyed, with your incompetence,

and that survived the fire.

It's actually still... It doesn't
look pretty, but it's still working.

Well, that's actually quite a
nice present, in a way, isn't it?

Exactly, and they've written a
little thing on the box.

"Made in Switzerland,"

and then, "Carefully perfected
on 10th June 2017

by the British."

They don't mean "perfected", do
they?

No, and by "British"
they mean you.

Yeah. It's actually quite
a mean present, after all.

Well, look, Hammond.
I've got you something.

I have got you
a pair of running shoes,

and I've added to them the logo of
your favourite local car maker,

and you can't say
you don't like that.

You love running.
You go running every morning.

I've seen you go running
in the evening, as well.

I cannot wear those.

Why not?

Because I'm not allowed to run
any more. I broke my leg.

Oh, stop going on about it!

It's all he talks about: "I broke my leg!
I broke my leg!"

We brought you those presents.
Two of them.

I've got you
another present here.

Look at that. An alarm clock.

Made it myself.
It's beautifully styled.

Oh, funny.
It's crashed. I see. Ha-ha.

Yeah, it's a crashed car on top.
That's why it's yours.

Right, I'm just setting it now.
Now, pretend to be asleep.

- What? Oh, all right.
- Just pretend to be asleep.

This is on your bedside table.

Yes, OK. I'm asleep.

There it is.

Christ!

It's going off.

- That's my alarm?
- Yes.

- Well, that's--
- Come on!

I can't have that. That'll...
That'll just set fire...

- Haven't got my glasses.
- That'll just set fire to everything on my--

- Sorry.
- Oh, God!

It's not me
that's on fire this time!

I missed.
I haven't got my glasses.

I can't wake up
to that every morning.

When you're driving along
and your car catches fire,

which it will,
cos you'll have crashed it...

...you'll be used to it,

cos you'll have to put
a fire out every morning.

Yes, I won't have slept for a year, waiting
for an explosion next to my bed...

Stop moaning about all
the presents we've given you!

It's traumatising!

Look. I have bought you
a pair of trousers.

- There you go.
- What? Oh, thank you, James. Very nice.

Not just any old trousers.

No, they've got Velcro
on them. What's that about?

Well, it means the paramedics won't
have to cut your clothes off you.

And you'll save a fortune over
the coming year, you see?

- Have you got us anything?
- No.

Not a thing?

Well, I didn't know
we were doing this.

What do you mean? You didn't know
it was Christmas? It's in your diary.

It's in everybody's diary.

It's not like Easter, moving around.
It's the same day every year.

Every single year.

You could have sent a memo,
saying we're doing presents.

Unbelievable.

Anyway, Jeremy Clarkson...

Not everybody is as thoughtless
as Richard Hammond.

I'm certainly not, and I have
bought you a present.

- Oh, thank you, James.
- It's the season of goodwill to all men.

Even if you hate them.

I have got you,
for Christmas, a T-shirt.

- Are they my lungs?
- Yes, they are.

That was when I... It is.

A lot of work went into this, cos I had
to ring up the hospital in Majorca,

and I asked the barman... Sorry,
the doctor.

...for a copy of the scan of your
lungs, and I printed it on the T-shirt.

- And this bit, this is the...
- That was the pneumonia?

Yeah, that's the bit where your
lungs were infected.

I've coloured that in pink, you know, to
show your favourite type of pneumonia.

- Is that... Are they bubbles?
- Yes.

James, I don't drink Prosecco.
I'm not a girl.

Oh, no, of course. You're
the Viking Jeremy Clarkson,

with his still pink wine, which
you drink out of a hollow horn.

All real men drink rosé.

Thank you, James. That is a thoughtful
gift and I shall treasure it.

No, it's OK, Jeremy.

There is as much pleasure
in giving as in receiving.

I suspect more...

Leave it! Leave it.

- Leave that where it is.
- Yeah.

I've got you
a properly brilliant present.

- I can't wait.
- No, seriously.

You know the problem with
trying to open a fridge door?

- No, that's not a problem.
- Yes, it is. No, it is.

No, you pull the thing
and, with my fridge,

the seal is stronger than
the weight of the fridge,

so you just end up pulling the
fridge across the kitchen floor.

No, that's because
you're an ape.

The only way of opening
my fridge is to surprise it.

- Surprise your fridge?
- You walk up to it backwards

and then snatch it like that,

because you have to yank it
really quickly.

But I'm not joking. The other day,
I did that and the fridge fell...

Actually the whole thing
on top of me.

Are you sure your fridge
doesn't have a push door?

Anyway, I've got you, James May...
It's a big present, this one.

Right. Ready? I've got you a
fridge with a motoring flavour,

cos I put a steering wheel
on the door.

So... OK, it's now shut, yes?

Oh, thank you very much.

Relax. OK?

- So, it won't open. Yes?
- Right.

But then, if you turn this... It's
modelled on a submarine door,

cos it's important, with a submarine,
you know when a door's open or shut.

All the way over, and then
it opens. Can you see?

- Yeah, I can see.
- Well, how brilliant's that?

You've bought me a solution to a
problem only you have.

That is the worst Christmas
present I've ever had.

It isn't. How can it be?
Why is it?

- You've bought something for yourself.
- No, you did that last year.

You bought your girlfriend a Ferrari
that only you were insured to drive.

You did.

"Oh, I bought you this," and
no-one else could drive it.

- That's chivalry.
- Is it?

Well, I think that's just been a
total disaster, Conversation Street.

- It was awful.
- He bought us nothing.

- I bought you a present...
- I'm sorry.

Shut up. I made you presents
you don't like.

No. All right. Let's move on.

Now, have you ever wondered if office
lunch time could be more interesting?

- No, nobody's wondered that.
- Well, we have...

...which is why

James and I decided to take the
Grand Tour to Dunstable.

This is what we're on about.

People in offices
all over the world

just frittering away
their valuable lunch hours

doing pointless things on their
phones and eating plastic food.

But not any more,

because we're here
to literally save lunch times

through the crucible
of motorsport.

And you may be watching this and
thinking, "Well, that's a great idea,

but how do you get
all these people

to a race track
during their lunch hour?"

Well, the answer is,
we don't need to.

The race track is already here.

Yes, go to any business
park anywhere,

and you'll find long straights,
flowing roundabouts,

sharp bends, the lot.

There's a circuit to rival
Silverstone or Laguna Seca

right outside
your office window.

Today we've chosen Houghton Hall
Business Park near Dunstable.

So, let's see what kind
of track it can provide.

This is the Kia Picanto GT line,

the hottest ship
in the Picanto range.

- Is it? -80 horsepower
from 1.25 litres.

Yes,
just get in the bloody thing.

- I'm saying a lot, cos it takes him so long to get in.
- Shut up!

So, what are we doing?

We're going down the straight towards the first
roundabout, which is Froughton's Haulage.

I like the braking-distance markers.
That's a nice touch. Very professional.

This is the Whitbread, extremely tight
left-hander, and into Car Park A.

Now, there's a speed hump, and
then the soon-to-be immortalised

Smokers' Shelter complex.

- Nice.
- Which is what we're in now.

Dab of brakes. Apex it there,
and we're into Car Park B.

This is Office Chair Bend. This
is the chicane...

- Very nice.
- ...before we go

back onto the beginning
and ending straight

and head towards Mannington
Plastics Roundabout.

Leaders in injection-moulding
technology solutions.

Excellent.
Quite the landmark.

Keep it wide. Half-throttle.

Look for the exit, and there we
are... across the line.

Once you're across the line, you
can slow down.

No point in continuing to go fast, cos
you could have an accident doing that.

Funny.

With the track signed
off, we selected two firms

to go head-to-head
during their lunch hours.

Today, the competitors
are Storage King,

"Self-storage made simple",

and Cura Technical,
"Leading providers of IT support solutions".

And once their contenders
had been selected,

it was time
for the driver briefing.

"Each entrant from each firm
does one timed lap.

Using those lap times, we'll
whittle down our entrants,

until we have the best driver
from each of the two firms."

Hammond, everybody
in the room can read.

Shut up. "They'll then go
head-to-head in the grand final,

to decide the ultimate winner of
today's round."

With Hammond's
presentation over,

it was time to begin the
qualifying laps that would decide

which employees would represent their
firms in the shoot-out grand finale.

What we have first is
Pete from Cura Technical.

He is the regional manager for
Bedfordshire and the Midlands,

in his Vauxhall SRI Astra.

In three, two, one... go!

As the regional manager
scorched away,

I commandeered the security hut,

so that I could use its CCTV feed
to commentate on the action.

There's a complex of turns through
here, really more than just one,

and that speed hump to deal with, as well.
He's done that. He is through.

He's on his way through the Office Chair
complex. I can't see him on that camera.

Here he is. He's coming
back up the straight.

200 brake horsepower.
Useful now.

Going to make his way
towards Froughton Haulage,

which is soon
to become the ending line.

Huge amount of noise!
And across the line.

After a cracking
qualifying performance

from Pete of Cura Technical...

1:06.16.

...Storage King
sent out their first driver,

hot-hatch enthusiast
Darren from logistics.

Two, one... go!

I do like a Clio.

Oh, some sideways action.

Oh, lovely work!

By ragging his Clio
for all it was worth...

...Storage King's Darren banged
in a scorcher of a qualifier.

Oh!

- 1:05.97.
- Oh, ho-ho!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
from Cura Technical,

it's Nick from Accounts,

who will be looking to...
balance the books.

Oh, God. He's making puns.

In three, two, one!
And he's off!

Despite being at the
wheel of a motorway cruiser,

Nick seemed determined
to top the timing charts.

Oh, this looks fast to me,
towards Smokers' Corner.

However...

And he's...
Yeah, that's looking...

No, that's not under control,
because he's binned it!

And he's binned it.

He's binned it at Bin Corner,
appropriately enough.

It is a DNF
for Nick from Accounts.

The fleet manager
is not going to be pleased.

There are going to be words when he
gets back after lunch, I suspect.

With the lunch-hour clock
ticking away,

there followed a final flurry
of qualifying laps.

Three, two, one... go!

Oh, it's a fizzy start
from the little Abarth.

This is a tight little car, for
a small circuit.

It's built for business-park
racing. Look at that!

It's Chris from Marketing
in the Toyota GT86.

1:03.24.

And then, with the results in,

it was time for the grand-finale
showdown shoot-out.

Now, representing Storage King,

in the Seat Leon Cupra R,

from Purchasing, it's Gav.

And representing Cura Technical,

in the BMW E90 M3, from Sales,

give it up for Steve!

And since we are dealing
with the best

that South Bedfordshire
has to offer:

the crème de menthe of
business-park driving talent,

this final will be decided with
a straight head-to-head race.

OK. Here we go. Ready. Ready. In
three, two,

one... Go!

And there they go.
Steve against Gav,

Sales against Purchasing,
battling down the main straight.

Froughton comes up first.
They're both through.

They're both already in Car Park
A, heading for Smokers' Corner.

Oh, he's gone very wide there.

And the Seat is through.

The Seat is in front, but
not by much.

I daren't watch. This
is tight.

I would hate to have been having a fag
in that booth when they came past.

Car Park B coming up. Look at this!
Tailing one another through there.

I don't know how these two companies
get on. Is there rivalry there?

Are they getting something out
of their system?

Already coming back up. Through
Froughton's for the second time.

These guys do mean business!

- Half a car's length in it.
- Look at the speed they're carrying!

Oh! Close!

Both of them now up to Mannington's
Plastics, and it's really tight there.

And across the line!
The BMW takes the flag.

Yaaarghh!

How about that?

Well, there we are. That's...
That's that all sorted out.

And now it's time to sort
something else out, as well,

as we play Celebrity Face Off!

Once again...

Once again,
it is an international event,

Britain versus America.

And the question is,
and it's a big one:

who is the fastest person
in the world

who lives with a bear?

To find out, please welcome Casey
Anderson and Hugh Bonneville!

Gentlemen.

- Hugh, have a seat.
- Thank you.

Casey, have a seat.

You go here - that one.
Yeah, you're that one.

Thank you for coming. First of all, I
know you live with a bear, obviously.

- Obviously.
- But it's not a real bear.

No,
Paddington's like a CGI bear.

You may say that!

And, Casey, you do live
with an actual bear.

That's right, yeah.
Big bear. Like, 800 pounds.

800 pounds?

Yeah, 800 or 900 pounds, depending
on what he had for dinner.

The thing is, you rescued this bear
when it was little, in Montana.

Yeah, he was literally that big when I
rescued him, only a couple of months old,

and now he's 15 years old,
stands about eight feet tall.

But did you know that was going
to happen, or were you surprised?

"Jesus Christ!
Look at the size of it."

Well, you have this cute little
bear for a little while,

and then all of a sudden, he's ripping
the couch up and eating the cushions,

trying to get in the
refrigerator for the beer.

- You say he drinks beer?
- Bears love beer.

Who'd have thought? I mean, I remember
one time just cracking that open,

and they have
an incredible sense of smell.

Have we got a picture of him
drinking beer?

That's not Stella, I hope, cos
you don't want a bear on Stella,

or Wife-Beater,
as we call it over here.

He doesn't live in a cage?

No, he lives in the sanctuary
part of the time.

He's at the house part of the
time, depending on what...

He loves to be around people. That's all
he knows. He can't be out in the wild.

OK, I get that... but you had
him as your best man?

He was best man at one of... Yeah, he was.

We actually have a photograph of
the wedding here.

That's the sloppiest kiss
I had that night.

And then he came
for Thanksgiving dinners?

I think
we've got a picture of that.

There - look.

- That is a big bear.
- That's huge.

- Does he like turkey?
- He loves turkey.

Ate the whole thing.
Mashed potatoes. Everything.

Can I just ask...? You have a
sanctuary, a bear sanctuary.

- Correct.
- And how's the dynamic,

like, compared to his dynamic
with you and the other bears?

Does he go, "Hey, I get on with
humans and you don't"?

A little bit. I mean, he's the
one that gets to come home

and do things that the other
bears can't really do.

But it's like a soap opera.

He has different relationships
with different bears.

He's got a girlfriend named
Bella who's younger than him,

and they wrestle around all the time.

So, that's your bear, OK? Now,
yours is rather different.

Yes, thankfully!

Although yours is probably more
mischievous. Paddington is.

Yes, he gets stuck
in the fridge, in the film...

- Impossible.
- Have you come across Paddington Bear in America?

- Yeah, definitely.
- Because it very much has been a British

character for decades, really.

But he gets up to all sorts of mischief,
and his favourite thing is marmalade.

And so, apart from getting stuck
in the fridge...

This time round,
in the second film,

he tries to become a barber, he
tries to be a window cleaner.

None of these things go
particularly well.

We do have a clip. I'd like to
show that for you now, if I may.

I'm sorry. This is
a private conversation.

Oh, it's all right, Mr Brown.
This is my friend, Knuckles.

- How are you?
- And this is Phibs.

- G'day.
- Spoon.

- Hello.
- Jimmy the Snitch.

T-Bone. The Professor. Squeaky
Pete.

Double Bass Bob. Farmer Jack.
Mad Dog. Johnny Cashpoint.

- Sir Geoffrey Wilcott.
- I hope I can rely on your vote.

And Charley Rumble.

Oh, it's so wonderful
to meet you all.

It's a great relief to know

that Paddington's already made
such sweet friends.

Would you excuse us a moment?

- What are you doing?
- Talking to the nice men.

Nice men? Mary,
we can't trust these people.

I mean, look at them.

Talk about a rogues' gallery!
Hideous.

And as for that bearded baboon
in the middle,

he's hardly got two brain cells
to rub together.

We can still hear you, Mr Brown.

That was the light
you turned off.

It does look good.

I should just set up, or sort of
back-set-up that clip,

which is that Paddington
gets put into prison

for a crime
we don't think he committed.

- I'm sure he didn't commit it.
- No.

Somebody was pointing out
to me the other day -

if Paddington really did arrive, and I
won't get bogged down in immigration,

but he would be in contravention of
Section 24 of the Immigration Act.

Cos he's deliberately avoided
the immigration authorities.

- And you, as Mr Brown...
- Yeah?

You would potentially face
prosecution under Section 25,

for assisting unlawful
immigration to a member state.

14 years in prison,
that would get you.

Right. Well, there's the plot of
Paddington 3 for you!

Anyway, we must get on to cars, cos
this is... largely a car show.

Now, Casey,
the thing about Montana is,

you could pretty much do anything you
liked on the road there, until recently.

Yeah, not long ago, you could drive
100 miles an hour down the road,

drinking a beer, and have
a loaded shotgun in your lap,

and you weren't
breaking the law.

- What went wrong?
- Yeah, I know!

Now you can only drive 85.

Cos the rule is, basically:
don't crash.

"Just keep it between
the fences", I think...

Yeah, between the fences,
between the ditches.

As long as you don't go off the road,
or maybe a little bit, you're cool.

It's largely gravel roads,
as well.

Gravel roads, or icy roads.

I mean, I grew up with Land Cruisers,
Willys Jeeps, big pick-up trucks.

When I haul Brutus around,
I have a big Dodge 3500.

Can he drive a car?

No, but he likes
to tear them apart.

There's been times when we're
driving down the road to the vet,

and he's like, "What's this knob?
What's this lever?"

And so the windshield wipers are
going, radio's blaring,

and I'm screaming, "Get back,
Brutus! Get back, Brutus!"

And he's tearing your face off.

You imagine the drivers
driving by, saying...

Now, you're not particularly, I
don't think, a helmsman.

No, I'm not. I'm not a petrol-head
of any, you know, type.

Cars, for me, get me
from A to B, I'm afraid.

In recent months I had my proper,
full-blown midlife crisis

and decided
to buy a convertible.

My wife said,
"Don't be ridiculous.

It is only sunny in England
about two days a year."

Exactly, yeah.
"Don't be so stupid."

So, I went and bought a
convertible, and then I thought,

"Actually, what I really want is
an electric car."

- So, I said to my wife at the
end of the summer... -

"I'm getting rid of the convertible
and getting an electric car."

She said, "Don't be ridiculous! We've
had a great summer in that convertible.

You're not
getting rid of it."

But meanwhile, I'd already placed
an order for a second-hand Tesla.

So, I am now a Tesla owner, and
I love it, Jeremy!

- Which is yours? The S?
- Yes.

And my friend down the road has
the top-of-the-range,

and we actually have
a Tesla coffee group.

Oh, Christ.

- There are three--
- How evangelical!

There are three...
four of us, actually, now.

Another mate's just got one. So,
in about a five-mile radius,

and we literally go and stare at
each other's cars.

I've never had an interest
in cars at all,

and I love my Tesla.

I can't imagine the electric car
has caught on much in Montana.

- I'm part of a Tesla coffee group, too.
- Oh, Christ.

How have we ended up with this?

Right. Now, obviously, you came here
to do your laps. How did it go?

Ah, look, I'm not a driver, and
I would say

that I'm probably about a minute
slower than him. That's my prediction.

A minute would be something
quite spectacular!

I'm like an old granny.

Well, that's
cos you're from Downton.

The car had barely been
invented - that's what it is.

The gravel must have been second
nature for you.

Oh, when I heard that there was
gravel, and I saw it,

I'm like, "Oh,
I might have a chance here."

- That was my edge.
- Damn!

Well, now, whose lap
shall we see first? Hmmm...

We'll go with you first of all.

Who'd like to see Hugh's lap?

Let's have a look.

There it is. Two-litre engine
crackling away.

What do you mean,
you need the toilet?

You've taken Paddington with you in the car.
And is that a crash helmet he's got on?

- Oh, yes.
- Brilliant.

You're frightened to death. Actually, that's
not too bad. And onto the difficult bit.

- Oh, here we go.
- Yeah, there we are.

Are we going
to get some sideways action?

Oh, yes, we are.

Nearly stopped.

Virtually in reverse.

I think what they're doing is playing
the film in slow motion. Let's be kind.

They did say you were very slow,

but no, that's not very slow.

Hang on. Let's have a look through here.
Tail out again. That's good.

Coming back onto... Oh, no, you've
got a bit of a tank-slapper!

And back on the Tarmac, where it's very
slippery, but you've held that nicely.

Right.
Now for the tricky bit.

- Oh, this bit was-- - It's OK.
You're making it look tricky.

- - And there we
are, onto the straight.

Keeping Paddington happy. Were
you flat through there?

Yeah...

That was leaning on it.
You are good on the Tarmac.

Final corner,
and tail out again.

Nicely done, Hugh, and across the line!
There we are, everybody.

- Well, done.
- Pretty good.

That's not bad!

Honestly... a couple
of slow bits, but not bad.

Who'd like to see Casey's lap? Done
without a bear in his car. Here we go.

Vigorous,
little two-litre engine.

OK, this thing
has got some power.

Yeah,
but it is only two-litre.

I'm amazed that was big enough
for you, with your big pick-ups.

Nicely,
tidily done through there.

Very tidy indeed.
Keeping it smooth.

And onto the gravel. Now, this
is where he's at home.

Except for the beer
and the shotgun.

Oh, nicely held through there,
flicking it back the other way.

Sideways on that one.

Big smile. It is funny
how a fully grown man

can be made to smile
by sliding a car on gravel.

That does look good
in the afternoon sun there,

as the F-Type comes up now,
back towards the Tarmac.

No tank-slapper going on there.
This is always tricky.

You are the master
of understeer.

Yep, that looks good.
Bit of dust.

Nearly stopped,
but we're going again.

It's my nemesis
coming up right here.

Yeah. Understeer again?

No, that was really...
Oh, what are you doing?

That's a Scandi Flick, or
something near a Scandi Flick.

And more understeer, and there
we are, ladies and gentlemen.

Across the line, as well!

A little crazy.

So far, the Brits have won every
single week.

- OK.
- We're hoping to keep that up.

I've got the times here.

Hugh Bonneville, you did it...

And just to give you
some idea...

The fastest so far is a 1:17.

- The slowest is David Hasselhoff. 1.24.

You did it in one

22

.2.

- So, you're faster than David Hasselhoff.
- Beat the Hoff!

- Beat the Hoff.
- Beat the Hoff.

Well done.

But...

Did you beat our American guest,
who's come very far for this?

Casey Anderson.

1:18.6.

Congratulations.

So, there we are -
our first American winner.

First one. Sorry, Hugh.

There we are,
ladies and gentlemen.

A very big thanks
to Hugh Bonneville

and the fastest man who lives
with a bear, Casey Anderson!

Now, in olden times,

the furthest you could
ever travel in one day

was as far as your horse could
go before it died.

Yeah, and then, in the late '50s, the
invention of jets and helicopters meant,

if you had the money, you could have
breakfast in the South of France on a boat,

go skiing in the Alps
at lunch time,

and get to Turin in time
for dinner with a Contessa.

Yeah. Now,
this created the jet-set,

which is all very "Where do you go to, my
lovely, when you're alone in your bed?"

But I was wondering,
now that cars are so fast

and roads, by and large, are good -
we have motorways, for example -

do you need the jets
and helicopters any more?

Yeah, you do.

Well, to find out, I took the
Grand Tour to Saint-Tropez.

Giovanni!

Ah, morning.

I've got dinner tonight
in Turin with the Contessa,

but I fancy a bit of skiing.

So, could you
bring the car round?

And can you make sure there are no ordinary
people near it? I don't want a disease.

Good.

Soon, Giovanni arrived
at the boat with my car.

And after he'd loaded the boot

with half
of what I'd need for the day,

I climbed aboard and set off.

Right. What all these people are
looking at

is Bugatti's answer to the
Agusta 109 and Gulfstream G6.

It's called the Chiron, and there's
no other way of saying this.

It's the fastest car
in the world.

Obviously, it isn't the fastest
car in the world right now,

because I'm sort of going round
the port in Saint-Tropez,

but this, in fact,
is the Bugatti's party piece.

But think about it.

This is a 1,479-horsepower,

261-mile-an-hour rocket ship.

It is engineering taken
to the max, and then some.

And yet I'm doing 20 miles an
hour and it feels like a Golf.

It's like Concorde.

Anyone in the sky in the 1960s

who was doing twice the speed
of sound was wearing a G-suit.

But on Concorde they were doing
twice the speed of sound

while wearing a lounge suit,

sipping from a glass
of Château Margaux.

That was the brilliance
of Concorde.

It was right at the edge of what was
technically possible, but it felt normal.

That's what the Bugatti's doing
here.

Eventually, though, I emerged

from the summer-long
Saint-Tropez traffic jam

and joined the motorway,

home turf for the Chiron and
the monster that powers it.

It's an eight-litre monster,

with 16 cylinders

and enough grunt to make
kilometres feel like inches.

We all thought the Veyron
was fairly amazing,

but this has...
out-amazinged it.

Let me give you a few
of the headline statistics.

The Chiron accelerates
from 0 to 186 miles an hour

faster than a Toyota hatchback
accelerates from 0 to 60.

Flat out, this will
drain its fuel tank...

Ready? ...in nine minutes.

And to put that in a language
the youth can understand,

it's like drinking seven shot glasses
full of petrol every second.

The Chiron has ten radiators.

That's more than I've got
in my apartment.

And then there's the water pump,

which sends 200 gallons of water
a minute round the engine.

That could brim a bath
in 12 seconds.

Firemen use less powerful pumps
than that.

It's not a cheap car to buy.

In fact,
it costs £2.5 million.

And it's not cheap to run,
either.

The tyres, for instance,
cost £13,000.

The stats just go on
and on and on,

but all you can ever think is,

"Bloody hell,
this thing's quick!"

Obviously, I can't show you how
fast on a motorway,

because the French police

have completely lost their sense
of humour about speeding.

So I had to make a call.

Giovanni!

Sir?

Yeah, could you lay on
a deserted air field and...

What shall I get? ...a BMW M4
in about 20 seconds?

- Certainly, sir.
- Thanks.

OK. I don't really have time to
do this on my busy day,

but what I'm going to do
is demonstrate to you

the difference
between a really fast car

and a Bugatti Chiron.

80, 96, 105, 130, 154,

163, 200, 207, 223...

...hell.

Drag-race over,
I got back on the road.

There is no doubt in my mind

that this is faster
than flying. It just is.

I mean, if I were to be racing Hammond
today in his silly helicopter,

he'd still be sitting at the
heliport in Saint-Tropez, saying,

"Requesting ILS Vector, Golf
Tango Donkey Norway Shirley."

All completely unnecessary
gibberish, just so everyone goes,

"Oh, aren't you clever, being
able to fly a helicopter?"

Not really.

I, on the other hand, having got
no clearance at all from anyone,

had turned off the motorway and
into the foothills of the Alps.

And you might imagine that, on
roads like this,

a mid-engine supercar
would be divine.

But this is no ordinary
mid-engine supercar.

A McLaren 720, or a Ford GT,
they would be brilliant here.

But this... I'm gonna be honest with you.
It feels heavy.

Because it is. I'm not saying
it's cumbersome.

I'm not saying getting
it up this mountain road

is like getting a cow
up a step-ladder.

But it's not delicate
or deft or dainty.

No, the Chiron,
it tackles mountain roads

in a way I've never experienced
before.

Imagine the tear
of a newly born child.

Well, this isn't like that. This
is more like...

Mount Vesuvius!

There are no straights
in a Chiron.

You come out of a corner and
then you're in the next one.

Pretty much immediately.

Come out of a corner... Wham!

Slow down... Blam!
Oh, my God! Wham!

Most supercars would
flow up a hill like this,

but this is more staccato.

Weirdly, then, the best way to
enjoy this car on a mountain road

is to drive it much more slowly
than it can actually go.

Is this a bad thing?

Well, not when you remember who
it's been made for.

If you tell the Bugatti customer

that this can generate 2G in the
corners, he won't care less.

Tell him it's got 3K diamonds in the
speakers, and he'll say, "Really?"

Only, in a Russian accent.

I think they've judged this to
perfection.

Soon I arrived
at Les Deux Alpes,

where I removed my ski boot
from the boot,

bought another from the shop...

Merci. Oui, à plus tard.

...and went off
to find a glacier.

Let's do this.

It is remarkable that,
in this day and age,

I've been able to do this.

Just a few hours ago,
I was in the South of France,

surrounded by people
in their carefully designed,

topless swimsuits.

And now I'm on an Alp,
doing skiing,

with the others
of the jet-set.

It took rather longer
to get down the glacier

than I'd expected.

So, when I got back to the town,

I had to get my skis off
and my skates on.

Not that you could actually
hear that I had my skates on.

The only really odd noise
you get in a Chiron

is the whoosh
of the turbo-charging system.

Ready?

It's actually relaxing.

It sounds like small wavelets

breaking on a tropical beach.
Here we go.

What this car is
is just a really nice,

comfortable place to sit,

while it gets on with the
business of smashing continents.

And that's exactly
what it'd have to do,

if I were to be on time
for my dinner date

with the Contessa in Turin.

Happily, I soon left France,

where they rip your fingernails
out if you break the speed limit,

and entered Italy,
where, so far as I can tell,

speeding isn't really seen
as a crime at all.

I was once pulled over
by the police in Italy,

when I was driving
a Lamborghini,

and they told me I wasn't
driving quickly enough.

"It's a Lamborghini.
When you leave here,

you drive like the wind."

This is my instruction
from the police.

Right.
It's 47 miles to Turin.

I've got 45 minutes to get
there, and I'm never late.

I'm pathologically punctual.

By taking the police advice and
driving like the wind,

I made it to the outskirts of
Turin with 11 minutes to go.

And I had to spend one of those
minutes getting changed

in the bogs at a motorway
service station.

Right.

I have got nine minutes
to make this rendezvous.

This should be interesting.

There was a film called
Rendezvous, made in the 1960s,

when someone tried to cross
Paris in nine minutes.

Well, now it was time to put that
16-cylinder engine in Race mode

and make an hommage to that.

20 seconds.

Made it.

- Amazing.
- Rumble.

You can feel it
more than you can hear it.

Yeah, in the chest.
But hang on.

Are you seriously saying

that, point to point, a car is
faster than a helicopter?

Well, it's faster than your helicopter.
You start yours with a cord.

Duh-duh-duh-duh! You do.

But a car is not faster
than a helicopter.

OK, then, a race. OK?

You in your Moulinex Magimix
versus me in that Chiron.

No, I can't. I'm not allowed
to fly it at the moment.

- Why not?
- I broke my leg.

Oh, here we go again! God!

So, there we are. Because of
his astonishing selfishness,

there will be no race between his
kitchen appliance and the Chiron.

And on that terrible
disappointment, it's time to end.

Thank you very much
for watching. Goodbye.