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-Yes.
-Thank you.

Greetings. Thank you so much.

-Hello, everybody.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

Whoa! Hello. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you,
thank you, thank you.
- Thank you.

Thank you. Welcome.

And in this show, apart from
James's weird jacket
and T-shirt combination...

-Nothing to be
proud of, mate.
-No, it isn't.

...we have many other
things besides.

James May changes gear.

Richard Hammond changes gear.

And I...

..change gear.

Thank you.

It's all very exciting.

But we start in the 1950s,
when James May
was an old man.

Now, back then,
Jaguar won Le Mans
three times with the D-Type.

And after they retired
that from racing,

they decided to build
25 road-going versions of it,

which they called the XKSS.

We've got a photograph
of one here.

Now, this was aimed
at wealthy young gentlemen

who wanted to spend the week
dashing around town

and then the weekend
doing motor racing.

Steve McQueen had one,
and I think that says it all.

Unfortunately,
in 1957 there was
a huge fire at the factory,

and nine of those 25 cars
were never made& until now.

Let me make one thing plain
right from the start -

this is not a replica XKSS
built from plastic,

this is an XKSS.

Built by Jaguar themselves
over 10,000 painstaking
hours, it's the real deal.

In fact, it's as real
as the real ones
from way back when.

The chassis is made from
a special steel
called Reynolds 531.

It's what they
originally used to build
the World War II Spitfire.

And it's light -
it only weighs 39kg.

And then there's the body.

The tooling and
the technical drawings were
all destroyed in the fire,

so they had to scan
an original from 1957

and then work backwards
from that to make it,

in incredible detail,
right down to the rivets.

Every one, the number and
the position is as it was.

And there's
over 2,000 of them.

But it was the engine
that was the trickiest bit.

The plans for that weren't
destroyed in the fire -

in fact, I've got
a copy of them here -
but there was a page missing.

So they had to get
an original engine

and saw it in half
to find out how it worked.

No-one has ever made
a car like this before.

It's a world first.

So it's small wonder
it's priced at just over
one million pounds.

Or, for half a million pounds
more,

you can have one of these!

It's an Aston Martin DB4
GT Lightweight.

And back in the late '50s,
it was the fastest car
in the world.

Flat out, it would do 151mph.

But this is not
from the late '50s.

Despite what you might think
when you look at
its period dashboard

and its period six-cylinder
twin-spark engine,

it was actually built
a few weeks ago.

So, like Hammond's Jag,

it's an old car that's
brand-spanking-new.

-So did these two ever race
against each other in period?
-No, they did! They did!

May, 1960,
I was a month old--

-I was ten years off
being born, mate.
-Yeah, whatever.

-Picture of it here, look.
-Oh, look! There they are!

- It's actually a D-Type.
- The race version.

Yeah, exactly.
DB4 GT Lightweight.

I mean, that was proper
racing in those days.

-No stewards enquiries
every time there was a bump.
-No.

They would just finish
the race, have a drink,
and then some sex.

We should give it a bash.

What, sex?

-No.
-No.

Happily, we were
in the French town of Pau,

and it was here in 1901
the first ever Grand Prix
was staged.

They were closing roads
for races here

long before they thought
of doing the same thing
in Monaco or Detroit.

And today they were
closed once more...

..for us.

Oh, look at this!

Closed roads through
the centre of Pau. Oh!

Oh, my God! This is like
being in history.

This may have
the same Italian styling
as the original,

but unlike Hammond's Jag,
it is not a faithful replica.

It has, for example, a bigger
engine than the original,

which means
40 more brake horsepower.

This thing...
This thing is quick!

Whoa! Really quick!

Some things
are the same, though.

Windows don't wind down.
There's no fan or air
conditioning of any kind,

and it's got
a racing gearbox.

That means no synchros.

Which means that when
you want to slow down,
you have to heel and toe.

Like that. Yes!

That was a skill
I never thought
I'd need to use again,

a bit like changing
a typewriter ribbon.

Whoa! That was&

That was me
not matching the revs up,

and that was it
not forgiving me.

The really good news,
though, is the...

..is the brakes.

They're made using
modern materials,
unlike in Hammond's Jag.

Yep, in here it's just me
and my big, hairy balls.

And they need to be big.

I can only brake when
I'm accelerating. Seriously.

The power for the brakes
comes off the gearbox,

so with the clutch in
there isn't any.

Who thought
that was a good idea?

Right, time to unleash
the 3.4L straight-six.

That's 262 brake horsepower
bouncing off the walls.

In the '50s, Ferraris
were hitting 160
on the Mulsanne Straight.

Jaguar D-Types
were hitting 172.

And remember, this is,
essentially, a D-Type.

Whoa!

Just feel the lack of grip.

Of course, back in the '50s
cars didn't grip,

because they had
cross-ply tyres.

Back then it was all about
how a car handled,

and this thing handles
absolutely beautifully.

Come on, Hammond,
get out of my way!

This really is
a special moment.

Just to see these two cars
racing around here
is incredible.

To be in one of them
is unreal!

This is one of the
best mornings I've ever had

behind the wheel
of a car, ever.

And it's just brilliant fun!

Eventually,
though, the people of Pau
wanted their town back,

so Hammond and I called time
on the fun and games

and sat down for a natter
about our amazing cars.

Now, we should explain why
Aston Martin and Jaguar

have suddenly decided
to start making cars
from their back catalogue.

-And really, well, it's
second-hand values, isn't it?
-Well, basically, yeah.

The last genuine
original XKSS to sell
went for over £12 million.

-Was it really 12 million?
-Twelve million.

So anyone who buys that
for a million is getting
the bargain of the century.

Yep.

And Jaguar's
making more profit on that
than it would from selling...

- A hundred XEs.
- Exactly.

I wouldn't be at all
surprised if other carmakers
don't start doing this:

Ferrari, Maserati,
Lamborghini.

If Lancia remade
the Fulvia now&

I know, I'd love one.

I'd rather have that
than one of those.

Is that the new
Honda Civic Type R?

-The new-new one,
and it is hideous.
-It is, honestly&

It's worse than
the last one. It's awful!

I mean, the original '90s
Civic Type R was brilliant,
but that is disgusting.

It's revolting is what it is.

Mind you,
it's not as revolting...

-What?
-...as what's
just got out of it.

Oh, God.

Why are you here?

I'm here because I heard
that you two were talking
complete rubbish.

You don't buy
an old black-and-white
television set,

you don't buy
a Bakelite telephone.

-Why would you buy
an old car?
-Because they're stylish.

No, new stuff is better
than old stuff. I've
explained this to you before.

The world now is better than
it was just one minute ago.

No, it isn't, because a
minute ago you weren't here.

Yeah, that's true.
And neither was that thing,
and I do hate it.

It just... That's one of
the most revolting cars
I've ever seen.

You see, that's amazing -
you're both talking
rubbish again.

To prove it,
I suggested we take our cars
for a simple evening drive.

Got to get my leg in.

Right, here I go.

Oh, that's backwards.
No, I don't want backwards.

That's neutral, so&

There, first.

No, that's still... Oh.

What are they doing?

-Struggling a bit here.
-No, it's&

Pulling away is an event.

Ooh!

-Ooh!
-That was a gear, I think.

Finally,
the golden-age-of-motoring
duo were on the move,

but not at what you would
call "a hell of a lick".

It's like driving around
behind the National Trust.

I wouldn't be surprised
to find there's a souvenir
shop in Hammond's car.

You have to go through it
as you get out.

Why are we going so slowly?

I want to savour the car
and the weather
and the journey.

I don't want to rush this
one. I want to... go slowly.

-Exactly.
We want to make it last.
-Exactly.

I should admit the real
reason we're driving slowly

is because this part of
the French motorway network
is... very heavily policed.

Hammond and I
know this to our cost.

A couple of years ago we were
driving along here and I was
in an Aston Martin then.

Got busted
by the constabulary,

who helped themselves
to all of our money

and took our driving licences
away on the spot.

We were left stranded
at the side of the road.

I could have been raped...
or murdered.

That gives me an idea.

James May...

I'd love to see how fast
your car could go along here.

Yeah, let's see what
that thing can do. Come on.

I want you to unleash - how
many horsepower is it, 320?

Unleash the lot, James!

- Right, I'll come past like a
bloodied samurai. Watch this.

Oh, yes! He's buying it!

Having dropped back,
I then showed them
what this car can do.

Here he comes,
ladies and gentlemen
of the police force.

Oh, wow!

Goodbye, Heritage Britain.

I reckon
it's got more to give.

Go on, James! Go on!
Keep your foot in it, man!

At the speed
he's now travelling,

by nightfall
he'll be in a cell
with Pierre Le Burglar.

Annoyingly,
though, when we arrived
at the overnight hotel...

Oh, for God's sake!

..it turned out he'd got away
with his recklessness.

-No.
-You're not coming in?

My car's got no roof
and no locks.

I can't...
I can't leave it unattended.

You have got a point,
because the police
are more bothered around here

with speeding
than they are with crime.

Exactly.

-You've got no door locks?
-No.

God, you're
completely screwed.

I tell you what&

I did get to grips with
the gear changing in the end.

I did need a shower after
that day when I got to my
hotel room, I'll tell you.

-Did you really?
-Yes, I did.

Because I spent all day
sharing a small metal box
with a 4.2L radiator

in the South of France,
in the summer.

Honestly, my butt crack was--

We don't need to talk about
your butt crack now, please.

What? I'm just saying
it was like the Colorado
River down there.

Yeah, OK. We'll come back
to that later. Not that.

We are actually
coming back to that later.
Sweating like a pig.

But there are other things
in there, too.

But right now it is time to
ring the doorbell of debate
on the house of chat,

located on
Conversation Street.

Erm...

Where shall we begin?

What conversation
shall we have? Oh, I know!

Do you remember
a while back we were asked
to vote on the name

of that new, very serious
Antarctic research vessel,

and we all decided we wanted
to call it Boaty McBoatface?

-Yes.
-Remember that?

The authorities
were very angry with us
for that, and they said...

I thought actually that we'd
never be consulted again

because the public can't be
trusted to be sensible.

Well, news from my hometown,
Doncaster, OK?
Anyone from Doncaster?

- Are you actually from
Doncaster? You'll like this.

- It's actually news
from Doncaster, OK?

The council
has decided to risk it, OK?

And they asked the people of
Doncaster to vote on a name

for two new
sort of snowplough
road-gritter things.

-Oh, yeah?
-OK?

Would you like
to hear suggestions
people have come up with?

-Yes, please, Jeremy,
we would.
-Here we go.

Grit Van Dyke.

-True Grit, Rule Gritannia.
-I like that.

-Salt Disney.
-I see what they've done.

These are the names
they've chosen. One of them
is going to be called

Gritsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny
Yellow Anti-Slip Machiney.

The other one, though,
is going to be called
David Plowie.

That doesn't work.

I think they were hoping we'd
think it was David Plowie,

but it isn't,
it's David Plowie -
it doesn't work.

-As in snowplough. No.
-Well, that would work in
Birmingham, wouldn't it?

"I'll get the snowplough out.

All right, we'll call it
David Plowie, then."

The marvellous thing is
the council, OK, they said,

"This vote cheered
the whole of Britain up."

Well, it hasn't
cheered me up.

And the man from the council
said, "It's got people
interested in gritting."

Well, it just hasn't, has it?

We would be
interested in gritting
if we'd thought of a name.

Yeah, well, we'd just call it
Gary Gritter, wouldn't we?
Let's be honest.

Or maybe Ice-ish.
That could work.

- Yeah.

Gary Gritter or Ice-ish:
do we think those are better
names...? Oh, hang on.

-Adolf Gritler.
-Perfect!

Those are better names.

That's a good one.
- They like that. Yeah,
that works. That's good.

Which shall we have? Shall we
go with Itsy Bitsy and the
other one or our names?

- Who wants our names?
Hands up. Hands up.

- That was a vote, Doncaster.
- Yeah.

-It's just what
it's gonna have to be.
-Gary and Adolf the gritters.

Right, the organisers
of the Formula E
motor racing series -

which is like Formula 1,
but for electric cars -

they recently staged a race
between one of their cars
and a cheetah.

Now, we've got a shot
from the video
they took of it here.

Now, let me ask you two
a question, right?

The cheetah's top speed
is 70mph.

The car's top speed
is 140mph. So which one
do you think won?

-Was it the car?
-Yes, it was.

Wow! So the mechanical device
with a higher top speed
beat the bewildered animal

that didn't know
what was going on?

Literally the most pointless
race in history.

Yeah, it was basically
an exercise in not
running over a cheetah.

-Do you know, I was following
a pigeon the other day.
-You what?

Is this a new job?
Have you opened an agency?

Jeremy Clarkson PD:
pigeon detective.
It's gonna be brilliant.

Did its partner think it was
cheating? "Follow him!"

No, I was just following--

Every time it stopped,
did you have to read
a newspaper,

and then look for its
reflection in a shop window?

-I was merely following--
-Anyway, you should have just
gone to Trafalgar Square.

That's where they go.

I was merely driving up my
drive, and a pigeon was
flying along in front of me,

and I clocked it,
and it was doing 35mph.

-Was it?
-Yeah.

That's another animal that
would lose a race against
a Formula E car, then,

because that does 140.

It had nothing
to do with running
a private detective agency.

But you are running
a private detective agency?

I was simply
following a pigeon!
It wasn't that interesting!

Anyway,
the essence of it is--

Did you follow it
into a tree? Because that
would have been really risky.

No, the essence of it is
if your animal
does less than 140mph,

it will lose the race
against the Formula E car.

If it does more than...
Well, no animal
does more than 140.

It does. A peregrine falcon
does. It does 220.

What if you have to follow
one of those?

- "I can't take the case, I'm
afraid. I'll need a new car."

Lamborghini has come up with
a new four-by-four. We've got
a picture of it here.

- Amazing-looking thing.
Fabulous, actually.
It does look good.

Make no mistake.
Twin-turbo V8, which will be
an Audi or a Porsche engine.

Er... Six hundred
and forty-one horsepower.

The only problem is
they've called it the Urus.

-U-R-U-S, yeah?
-Yeah.

Well, that... That sounds
to me like another word
for bumhole.

- I know what you mean.
It is a bit medical-sounding.

It is. "How is your Urus?"
"It's a bit itchy, actually."

"Mine's inflamed.
I can't pee." It's one
of those things, isn't it?

-It's something down there.
-Exactly, down there.

When you go to the doctor's,
"I'm gonna check your Urus,"
and then he puts a glove on.

"Oh, he's snapping a glove
on. I don't want that."

Anyway, so if you want
one of those, there it is.

Ooh! Can I just talk about
the Ford F150 pickup truck,
OK?

Now, how many do you think
they sell in America?

-I know it's a lot.
-A lot. It's 2,500 a day.

-Get sold?
-A day.

-That's new - new F150s.
-That's huge numbers.

And Ford
has decided, amazingly,
they would like to sell more,

so they're about to introduce
a hybrid version.

Really?
- Yes,
a hybrid F150 pickup truck.

I can't imagine
that F150 owners
are very interested in a hy--

-I don't think
they know what it is.
-They wouldn't.

You're dead right. They've
actually done some research
over there in America land,

and it turns out that F150
customers, when asked,

list fuel consumption as the
28th most important thing in
their buying consideration.

There are 27 things
they would think about first
on the car?

-Yeah,
27 more important things.
-But what things?

I can't think
of 27 things on a car.

Well, hold on. Looks...

- Cupholders.
- Cupholders, definitely.

- Yes, that works.
- Power.

-Power.
-Price.

-The size of the load bay
thing at the back.
-Yeah.

- What else is more important?
- Gun rack.

- What?
- Gun rack.

- Gun rack!
- "Somewhere for my gun!"

Six. Definitely gun rack.

If they're saying that fuel
consumption doesn't matter -

which is what
those owners are saying -

why, then, are Ford
making a hybrid at all?

-Why are they bothering?
-Ah, well, now--

No, they've got to. It's
because of the environmental
rules that Obama brought in.

All the companies
have to do a certain...

But Ford are saying
the batteries that are part
of the hybrid system, OK,

they're not some Communist
Bloc to combat fake news,
global warming.

OK, it's got batteries
in it, yes,

but they are for charging up
your mitre saw,

cooling beer and running
the coffeemaker
on a camping trip.

So the F150 is a pickup

for carrying a big battery
to cool your beer.

And that... I think that
is enough conversation
for one week, don't you?

-More than, yes.
-So let's move it on. Erm...

Right, the new Ford GT.
I used one recently
in the race we had

from New York
to the Niagara Falls.

And I'm not sure that on
a freeway journey like that
I got the best out of it.

Yeah, you chose
the wrong car.

-Well, not really.
-No, he's right, you did.

Well, the GT
was designed as a racing car.

In fact, it won the first
time out at Le Mans,

and therefore, as we know,
using one on the street
is stupid.

-So you're saying I should
have tested it on a track?
-Yes.

Good, because I have done.

There are those
who say that, on a track,

the pretty-boy GT is better
than anything made in Europe.

That it's more exciting
than all of its rivals

from Lamborghini
and McLaren... and Ferrari.

Well, before I can find out,
I have to stop.

Right, now we're stationary,
I can put it in track mode...

..which will lower
the car gently.

Not that gently.

It will engage the anti-lag
system so the power
is always available,

raise the rear wing,
and stiffen the suspension
by 100%.

Good. So,
now let's see what's what.

The first thing I can tell
you is this is not
as delicate as a Ferrari.

Ferrari is balletic.

This is more like
pogo-dancing to The Ramones.

This is hard and brutal
and unrefined.

When you're
in a Ferrari, it's like
you're wrapped in silk.

In this, it feels like
you've fallen into a saw
at a lumberyard.

Don't think, however, that
it's just a barroom brawler -
all doors and no trousers.

It is way more than that.

The steering's brilliant,
the brakes are brilliant.

You get
the very distinct impression

that nothing in this
has really been compromised

to make it work elegantly
on the road.

This is a car for people who
wear Nomex, not spandex.

It's like the chassis's
made from pure telepathy.

You can absolutely
wring its neck...

..and it just keeps
coming back for more.

Why can't more cars
feel like this?

Then there's the
twin-turbocharged V6 engine.

Yes, the soundtrack
is terrible.

It just makes a noise.

A lot of noise...
all of the time.

And it only produces
647 horsepower,

which in this
day and age is a lot,
but it's not a colossal lot.

You can't help thinking
a thumping great V8

would have solved
both of these problems.

But they didn't want
a thumping great V8

because they wanted
the GT to be liked.

That's why it has
a carbon-fibre tub
and an aluminium subframe.

It's designed to be kept on
the ground only by the weight
coming from its aerodynamics.

If you take that weight
out of the equation

by putting the car
in V-Max mode,

which locks
the rear wing down,

well, who cares
it's only got a V6?

Because the performance,
it is blistering.

Nought to 60
takes 2.8 seconds.

Jesus Christ!

And the top speed is 216.

Of course,
the GT is not perfect.

The steering wheel is ugly
and difficult to use,

the fuel tank is too small,

and the body is too big.

And yet...

Ferraris and Lamborghinis and
McLarens are very good cars,
make no mistake about that.

But mostly
they're bought by posers.

Now, this isn't for posing.

It's too rough
and too plasticky
and too noisy for that.

You buy one of these
so you can go to a track
on a miserable Monday morning

when nobody's looking...
and do this.

Whoo!

And you've got
to love it for that.

Do you know...
the strange thing
about that car

is that I finished
filming it, got into my car,
went home,

and I haven't really given
the GT another thought since.

I think it's something
to do with the fact
it's got that V6,

because V6 engines
just aren't exciting.

It's like they've got
no personality.

Some are, but I'm with you
a lot of the time.

He's right. If they're
turbocharged especially,
because then they don't rev.

You want that extra bit of...

It could be the interior,
which is made from that...
It feels like shiny plastic.

It feels cheap and low-rent.
But whatever it is,

it feels to me as though
it hasn't really got a soul.

But we must now find out
how fast it goes around
the Eboladrome.

Right, here we go.

And she's off!
Spoiler up, suspension
dropped, in full track mode,

as she makes a confident
start onto the Isn't.

Knocking it down a gear
for the first curve to keep
those turbos spinning,

and already looking
on the raggedy edge.

She's really not mucking
about here, as she flies
into Your Name Here.

Ooh! There's a howl from
the bespoke Michelins there.

Now... Oh, yeah,
look at that smooth arc
around Your Name Here,

and then lighting
the afterburners for the fast
run back down the Isn't.

Not what you would call a
soulful sound, as we've said,

but there's no doubting the
sheer speed of this thing.

OK, into Old Lady's House.
Taking it steady
through there.

Easy does it.

And now back on the gas
for what will be a bumpy ride
down to Substation.

Hard on the mighty
carbon brakes.

Neat through there. This is a
Le-Mans-winning performance.

Through Field of Sheep
and across the line!

- That looked unbelievably
quick. Did you see it?

- Yeah, skittering.
- It was properly&

She must have been
properly hanging on in there.

Anyway, we must now find out
where it goes on the board.

Let's have a look.
I imagine pretty high.

- Oh!

Well, yes.

One seventeen six.

That's...
a second or so slower
than the Lamborghini,

which is half the price,
remember.

Yeah, but I think what that
shows is not that the Ford is
slow, because it just isn't -

I mean, it's quicker
than a McLaren 720.

What that shows actually
is just how fast
that Huracán is.

No. Yes, exactly.
That's blistering.

Absolutely blistering.
Unbelievable car, that.

Anyway, it's now time
for Celebrity Face-Off.

Yeah. And once again&

Once again, we have a very
big question, and it is this:

who is the fastest drummer
from a band beginning with
the letter "P"?

To find out, would you please
welcome from The Police,
Stewart Copeland,

and from Pink Floyd,
Nick Mason!

Look at this!

We are in the presence
of greatness.

Gentlemen. Nick.

-Have a seat, Stewart.
-Very nice to meet you.

Holy cow! Look at that!

We are not
messing around tonight.

Genuine rock gods
have come among us.

You are both regarded
as particularly excellent
drummers.

Well, by each other, yeah.

And one thing I see
that you have in common

is your favourite drummer
is the same person.

Yeah, Mitch Mitchell. We
worked this out last night.

-We sorted out the hierarchy
last night.
-That's exactly right.

And er...I knew
we were really on it,
because the table next door

were beginning to eavesdrop,

and after five minutes
they had both actually
gone to sleep.

That's right. We lost them.
We had lost them
by the main course.

So you both agree
that Mitch Mitchell
was your favourite drummer?

Yeah, our favourite, I think.

This was Jimi Hendrix's
drummer, I think we should
explain to those of you

who are not as old as,
let's say, we are.

Well, that's the travesty
right there.

This great towering,
this monument of drums...

"was Jimi Hendrix's drummer."

Well, how would you
describe him?

Well, Jimi was
Mitch's guitarist.

-Nice. Good.
-Yeah.

One thing that fascinates me
is why are drummers always
the butt of everybody's wit?

Well, when I say "wit"
I mean jokes.

It's because they secretly
admire our dragging knuckles.

They sense our power.

But there are so many
good jokes, right?

What does a drummer
get on an IQ test?

Drool.
Yeah,
drool, exactly.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What do you throw
a drowning guitarist?

His amp.

How do you know it's the lead
guitarist at the front door?

- Got the wrong key,
doesn't know when to come in.
Yeah.

That's a good one.

So we like
the guitarist jokes.

Yeah, got any more jokes?

By the way,
since we're the gnarliest
members of the band,

for two hours
we chop wood for a living,

and they're prissy
little fiddling
in front of this thing.

And you're giving it...
Yes, it is.
It's hard work as well.

They tell these jokes
and we just take it.

-We do.
-Because that's
how great we are.

You have a rule as well
if you make a mistake
with drumming,

which I particularly enjoy.

The suggestion is,
if you do make a mistake...

look angrily
at the bass player.

"What the hell
are you doing?"
Let's move on to gigs.

You both presumably
played really big ones
over the years.

What's been your biggest,
do you reckon?

Well, we've been comparing
notes, but, you know,

you played a stadium
and there are...

-We sell out, so, you know...
-Yeah, a stadium's a stadium.

But I think he's still
got me. We all played
the Stade de France.

I played it twice - you know,
two nights running -

he played it
three times running.

OK, he beat me on this one,
then he beat me on that one,
because he came before me.

This is the way musicians
establish the hierarchy.

He's a drummer,
they always come first.

You know,
Manfred Mann outranks me
because he came before,

but Kanye is my bitch.

- Now, I've got a question
here from Richard Hammond.
Oh, God.

- No, no.
- Where is he?

- Richard Hammond -
he's there, in the audience.
There you are.

- He's a big fan
of One Direction.
What?

- And his question is, "How
do you old dinosaurs feel

now that music's
got so good?"

- I didn't say that!

I did not say that!

-You did say that.
-I didn't say that!
Why would I say that?

-I think I'll let Mr Mason
handle this one.
-Yeah.

Well, I'd like to go
on record as saying

that fairly recently erm...
I was on a show.

I was promoting something -
probably double glazing -

and I was with erm...
Harry Styles was on as well.

And I did offer
to play drums for him,

because I'm really
looking for work. I mean...

We've got to get on to cars.
No, actually, we haven't.

No, not yet, because
I want to talk about fathers.

-Because your father was...
-..a wonderful man.

-And a CIA spy.
-That, too.

-In his spare time.
-In his spare time.

He was a great father
and a jazz musician.
That's how I knew him.

And he was uh...
Before the war
he played jazz,

and I've still got
his trumpet -
he was a session player.

Then the Great War broke out
and he joined the army
and got into intelligence,

and he shaped the modern
Middle East as it was
up until 9/11.

Everything
that happened after 9/11
is not my dad's fault.

No.

I mean, he was very
instrumental in Nasser
in Egypt, wasn't he?

Yeah, well, when I was born,
Daddy was away
on business in Cairo,

installing Gamal Abdel Nasser
as the dictator of Egypt.

Did you know
your dad was CIA?

I didn't know
until I was in college
and um...his book came out.

- And on the liner notes
of the book...

OK, but when did he stop
being a spy?

-I... Well...
-Well, certainly after
he'd written the book.

And your father -
we can turn to that. Now,
he was a documentary maker.

-Mm-hm.
-But mostly
a motor racing enthusiast.

-Yeah.
-Which has rubbed off on you.

Mm, just a bit.

This is where I'm afraid
we have to tune you out
slightly, Stewart,

for a little while, because
Nick's car collection is...

-This is a car show.
-It is a car show.

Not a spy-daddy show.

-How many cars have you got?
-I don't know. Erm...

Hm. Twen--

Thir--

Thir-- Forty?

Forty?

I've got a list here
of some of them.

We're not talking now
about, you know,
cars like a Ford Cortina,

because you've got
an Alfa Romeo TZ1,

Aston Martin Ulster,
1930 Bentley 4.5L,

Bugatti Type 35,
Ferrari 250 GTO,

Ferrari 250 LM,
Ferrari 512 Berlinetta Boxer,
Ferrari Daytona Competition,

Ferrari F40,
Model T4, Jaguar D-Type,

Maserati 250F, Maserati
Birdcage, McLaren GTR.

It's a remarkable collection.
Which is your favourite?

Er... It always has to be
the 250 GTO,

because it makes me
look clever.

You know, when I bought
this car 40 years ago...

May I just ask -
it's a rude question,
I know -

but how much did you pay
for the GTO?

-I paid
about 35 grand for it.
-Thirty-five thousand?

-And it's now worth...?
-I... Don't tell me.

Thirty million.

No, more than that. Oh!

-Where are all these cars?
-Oh, God. I've left them
on the meter.

Have you got, like,
the garage from hell?

And these are largely racing
cars. It's racing that
interests you more than...

Yeah. I never wanted to be
a car collector, I wanted
to go motor racing.

-And you do
actually use them?
-Yes.

-And lend them out?
-Erm... Not often,
but occasionally, yeah.

- Well, you lend them
to your family.
- Yes.

Who would like to see
a photograph of what your
daughter did to one?

There she is.

-That's your little girl?
-It's known as the Cupcake.

The gloves and the helmet
and the... look go great
in the pink Cupcake.

She's trying
to steer it still.

On the side,
it all looks...

She hasn't given up,
that's what I really...

"I can get this back."

Right, come on,
then, Stewart,
let's get to your cars.

It starts with a...
It's not quite as impressive
as Nick's, is it?

-A Morris Traveller.
-There you go.

I got it for 40 quid
from a gypsy,

and I spent
most of the time under it.

-That was when
you were in the UK?
-Yeah.

-And I had a Millman Minx for
a very short amount of time?
-A Minx?

A Hill... A Millman Hinx.

It met its end
in Hammersmith.

No! How?

Well, I was pulling around
Hammersmith,

and an articulated lorry
came in front of me,

and uh...so I slowed down,

and the back of a truck
ran over and squashed
my Hillman Minx like a bug.

On... Right there
in Hammersmith.

And as I'm looking
at the smouldering remains
of my car,

a cop comes up and gave me
a ticket for bald tyres.

That's cruel.
Anyway, look, we've got
to get on to your laps.

Er... Now, whose lap
shall we see first?
Let me think.

I think
we should start with...

Well, let's be honest,
let's start with
the older gentleman,

the elder statesman, the pro.

- OK, who would like to see
Nick's lap?

Come on, then.
Let's have a look.

That's how you do it.

OK, launch control.

And... Oh,
look at that for a tidy line.

This is a man
who's done racing before.

Holding it nicely there.

- And onto the gravel.
Very nice.
Very nice. Look at that.

No brake lights.

Oh, but there should
have been, perhaps,
because that's quite wide.

And there we are.
So, quick at the beginning,
slow now - typical drummer.

drift!

Oh, look at...
That's nicely done, Nick.
Nice, nice.

And into Difficult Bit Two.

-You're just kissing
those lines so neatly.
-That bodes well.

No, it does.
You know, it doesn't look
particularly fast,

but I can just see...
Let's have a look. That's
really skinny, that bit.

The gravel's insane.

Yeah,
but it's when you get back
on the tarmac, you think...

Oh, that was wide!
Right, now into the fast bit.

Whoa! Scary!

Yeah,
it is that fast. It is quite
scary through here.

That is tidily done.
Did you lift?

Wahoo!

And there we are,
he is across the line. So
that's good - you're there.

Did you lift off
on the fast bit?

By the end of it
I did it flat.

You did it flat?

OK, then. Who would like
to see Stewart's lap?

- Let's have a look
at Stewart's lap.

Yeah, tidy start.

Hallelujah! Geronimo!

- Are we as tidy as Nick?
- No, we're just cheating.

Off the course.
No, that was nice.
I like to slow it...

Yes, that's good.
Keep it on the right,
ready for the left,

and onto the difficult bit,
when it starts to just snake
around on you.

This is insane.
This gravel is just
completely insane.

No, I can tell you're
really enjoying the gravel.

- I hate the dirt!
- The dirt sucks!

No, I may have got
that wrong. But this bit...
Yes, nicely done.

You're a lot more violent,
I'd say, than Nick here.

A lot more... Yeah, look at
that - kicking the tail out.

-Some upthrust there.
-Kicking the tail out again.

Soon you'll be
back on the tarmac.

A bit of a weave
there, it must be said.

I approve of the...
It's looking
really dramatic.

It is dramatic. It's
a lot more dramatic-looking
than Nick's lap, but...

Let's go!

This is a man
on a mission. Oh, Christ!

That is quick through there,
I'm gonna be honest,
and nicely held.

Stay on course here.
OK, this is the big turn.

And you've made it.
He's made it back,
all the way across the line!

Who shall we do first?

I think we're gonna go
with Steady Eddie here,
Nick Mason.

- One twenty-one three.
- Oh.

Well, you're pulling a face
but you don't know what
anyone else did.

There you are at 1:21.3.

Just to give you an idea,
that puts you at exactly the
same time as Luke Evans,

who's in The Fast
And The Furious.

Quicker than Hugh Bonneville,
quicker than Michael Ball,

quicker than
David Hasselhoff.

-Whoa! That's some shit.
-Stewart Copeland.

-You looked faster.
-Felt faster.

Felt faster.

But you did it in 1:24.2

So...

Hey... I made it
around the course.

-You made it around
the course...
-Mostly.

- ..but I don't think
we've had anyone slower.

-No, I'm lying. Bill Bailey,
a well-known comedian here--
-Yes, Bill! You my bitch!

-Bill Bailey and Alfie Boe,
they're both slower.
-Two bitches!

You've got two
British bitches.

So, there we are, ladies and
gentlemen. Thank you so much,
Stewart Copeland,

and the fastest drummer
from a band beginning
with "P", Nick Mason!

Now, tonight Hammond and
Clarkson are driving around
France in some rubbish,

and I've turned up in a
modern Honda Civic Type R

to prove that modern cars
are more reliable,
more comfortable,

and, in fact,
better in every single way.

Yeah, whatever. When we left
the action, I was standing
outside our overnight hotel,

trying to work out how
to secure a £1 million Jaguar

that has no roof
or door locks.

It was a problem.
We pick up the action
the following morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

-Sleep well?
-No.

-Did you do that?
-Yeah, I got bored.

I'm amazed
he didn't notice.

It could have
something to do with the fact

that nobody ever looks
at their number plate
before they drive off.

Good point.

Soon, they had got
their stupid cars going

and we were on our way
to the mountains.

While I was asleep
in my luxurious hotel bed
last night,

I came up with
a bit of a plan.

We'd head over the Pyrenees,

into Spain
and down to Barcelona,

to try our cars
on a very special track
that I'd heard about.

On the way I'd prove
my car was better,

and at the circuit
I'd prove that even
with me at the helm,

it's faster as well.

Here's what you need to know
about old cars -

they are great to look at,
but you don't want
to drive one

any more than you want to use
an old twin-tub
washing machine.

They're just crap.

I honestly don't know
what James May's on about.

"I don't like old stuff."
He loves it!

He can't get enough of it!
He owns a 1977 Ferrari.

He has a collection of
ancient Honda motorcycles.

Does he spend his spare time
fixing computers
or going to raves? No.

He spends it
eating old-fashioned pies

and helping his friends
rebuild a steam engine.

I know some of you think
I'm being deliberately obtuse

driving this Honda,
but I'm not.

I promise you,
I do genuinely like it.

Not only does it hold the lap
record for front-wheel drive
cars around the Nurburgring -

seven seconds faster
than the old one -

it's done that while
becoming more refined.

The engine's smoother,
the ride's more subtle.

It's just a bit better
all-round. It's tremendous.

It's also very easy to drive,
which old cars are not.

It's in.

Annoyingly, at slow
speeds, James had a point.

The Aston
was a tricky little sod.

- That gearbox whine,
it's quite pronounced.

And then there was
the change action.

On balance, I think I prefer
a double-clutch system...
with paddles.

I'm just trying to do up my
shirtsleeves, because it's
quite chilly

and that will make
a difference.

Definitely getting colder.

Fortunately,
the 3.4L straight-six
generates so much heat,

and there is so little
shielding, that whilst
my top half is cold,

my bottom half
is toasty warm.

Window doesn't wind down,

no vents,
no air conditioning.

No air in here at all,
in fact. Just heat.

What I'm being is casseroled.

And soon things got worse...

I'm trying not to shiver.

..because
a thick fog descended.

This meant we had
to slow down even more.

And that made
the Aston even worse.

This is very authentically
'50s. I'm enjoying it.

It's
sometimes quite difficult
to get it into gear.

I'm just
going to try that in my car.
Hold on.

Let's have second gear. Hm.

I can even knock it down
to first here.

Second. No, it works.

No, mine's a piece of cake.

But there's no sense
of satisfaction, is there,
when you do it right?

Yeah, there is.

After a little while,
the fog went from thick
to impenetrable.

I can see
pretty much nothing now.

The lights don't help
and the windscreen wipers

just move the water around
on the windscreen.

Literally can't see
a thing now.

Fog, rain, noise.

A lot of noise.

Yeah, I'm quite cold now.

However,
the impending hypothermia
was not my main worry.

Oh, my God.

It's not sounding...
Yeah, it's not good.

I'm having to slip the clutch
to sort of keep it
moving at all.

Yeah, I think I'm down
to three cylinders now.

And then I had
a good old 1950s breakdown.

What's the matter with it?

I think it's the spark plugs
are all fouled up
and gummed up.

Well, don't tell James.

No. Well, where is he?

I don't even know
where my car is and I only
parked it over there.

I can't see a damn thing.

No. Well, at least he won't
have seen me doing this.

-He could drive by.
-Well... I'll...

You go ahead.

Look, tell him I'm behind
him, or I'm ahead somewhere.

-I could be 100 yards away.
-I'll get back on the road.

-You get on the road.
I'll fix this.
-He'll never know.

Exactly. Tell him I'm
having a lovely time and--

-It's starting to rain,
though, Hammond.
-Yes, I know!

-Have you got a jacket?
-No!

Where's
my bloody car? Has anyone...

Can anyone see
an Aston Martin anywhere?

Hello?

Hammond?

I've found a car here.
It's... Oh, it's...
It's a Toyota.

And th-they're dogging.

They really are, actually.
That's quite embarrassing.

Yeah, they're driving away
now because they realise.

Hello. Sorry about...

Nothing to see here.

Leaving Hammond to his
repairs on Dogger Bank,

I made some changes in my car
and set off to find James.

Oh, yes!

I have improved
my Aston Martin.

All of a sudden,
my car makes sense -

I can't hear it.

And then I came across
ASBO Man, who was
immediately suspicious.

Where's Hammond?

Yeah, he's in front of me.

I'm driving right behind.
I can see him, plain as day.

The fog is lifting
and I can't help noticing
that Richard Hammond,

who is supposedly
in front of you,

is driving a Land Rover
Discovery filming car.

No, no.
He er... He overtook it.

Er... He roared off.
Unbelievable speed.
I couldn't keep up.

-His car's broken, hasn't it?
-No.

Are your brakes squeaking?

- No, they're birds.
- It's birdsong.

Right, James, look out.
There are cows,
followed by Hitler.

Oh, no, it's not Hitler,
it's Winston Churchill.

A cow has
attacked the Aston Martin!

Don't do that!
Go and attack the Honda.

Meanwhile, I'd
got my car going again, and
was starting to regret it.

Yeah, this is quite hard work
now. I'll be honest,
I'm getting pretty tired.

My... My left leg is agony.

Gear change.

My knee hurts.

So do my ears, actually.
I'm also quite cold.

The truth is that
in the fog, at slow speeds,

on James's ridiculous route,

which was full of wartime
leaders and attack cows,

the older cars here
had been hard work.

But as we crested
the Pyrenees, the fog lifted.

This meant I could drive
the Aston at the only speed
it understands.

Flat out.

Providing, of course,
I could get past James May.

I'm going into R mode.

The lights on the instruments
have gone red.

Goodbye, Mr Clarkson.

He's going down!

Oh, he's going down so badly!

I'm all over
the back of him now.

I have more power
and less weight.

He can come snouting around
with his massive engine,

but as soon as we get
to the curves I'll pull away.

Coming through.

Ha-ha!

I was back in front,
and more importantly...
back in love with my Aston.

What a car this is.

Oh! You have to drive it.

Every gear change
has to be... worked out.

Every steering movement
thought through.

And you can never get to the
corner and think, "I won't
bother heel-and-toeing here."

You have to,
or it won't go into gear.

As we entered Spain,
we were back as a three.

And soon
we reached Barcelona -
a city known for many things:

its cathedral, its cafés,

and its interesting
architecture.

But, actually,
the most impressive
thing here is this.

It's called the Terramar,

and it's the oldest surviving
banked track in Europe.

It opened in 1923,
staged one big race,

and due to some unpaid bills,
closed a day later.

For the last 50 years
it's been a chicken farm.

OK, congratulations, James.
This is the steepest banked
circuit I've ever, ever seen.

And I'm not even
at the steep bit of it yet.

- Seventy-eight degrees
at the top, apparently.

What's your plan, May?

Well, what I thought we'd do
is put a speed trap
at the end of this curve,

where it goes level again,
and whoever achieves
the highest speed

through this banking
is the winner.

Right. Erm... Can we have
a bit of practice first?

Could I make a couple of
modifications to my Aston?

Not if it's swapping it
for a DB11.

I can't... I literally can't
get any higher than this.

Have we got to drive
up there? We do,
don't we, to go fastest?

If you go
off the edge...
Yeah?

...it's oblivion.

- No, because the tree
will stop us, won't it?
No.

Before we embarked
on our practice laps,

I set about
my important modifications.

What are you doing?

I'm giving my car
air conditioning.

You're drilling holes in a
one-and-a-half-million-pound
car?

I couldn't do that.

That's the difference between
you and me - I'm practical.

-No, that's vandalism.
-It's not vandalism!

It's got a hole in it!

But now I'll be able
to breathe and see
where I'm going,

which is important when
the track is at that angle.

That's like saying,
"Westminster Abbey's
in the way.

I'll knock it down
so I get a better view."
It's still vandalism.

You don't like old things, so
why wouldn't you knock
Westminster Abbey down?

-I like Westminster Abbey.
-Ha! Hoist by his own petard.
Another one here.

With the air con
sorted, it was time
to start practising,

on what, over the years,
has become a bumpy,
potholed deathtrap.

Sixty miles an hour
as I approach...

Whoa! Big pothole there.

..the first corner.

Already, I can tell
it's very bumpy.

Whoa!
Steering's gone very weird!

Christ! It's alarming.

It's bloody ridiculous!
To look where you're going,
you have to look up.

That doesn't happen in cars.
It's wrong!

Coming up
to the second banked turn.

Christ!

The bumps are so unnerving!

Jesus!

Apparently, some of them
are so violent

they can make the car jump...
four feet to the right.

The forces being exerted
on the outside tyres
are unbelievable.

We are talking
planetary energy.

Aware of this,
Hammond was starting
to make squeaky noises.

Who said
I want to go up there?
Why would I go up there?

I'm gonna try and lift it
up the banking on this one.
Here we go.

Oh, shit!
That was a big bump!

God Al-bloody-mighty!

Jesus Christ!
That's terrible!

Finally,
the practice laps were over.

- Oh, Christ!
- This... is scary.

The problem with going around
a banked turn is there's
nothing you can do.

You can't slow down,
you can't speed up.

If anything goes wrong,
you're a passenger.

And because he was
aware of that, too,

Squeaky Boy decided he
didn't want to play any more.

Yeah, well, my practice laps
have told me one thing -
I don't want to do it.

I've just gone right off huge
motoring accidents at
the moment. Right off them.

Having decided he
didn't want to buy the farm,

he went off to buy
a farmhouse instead.

So it became
a two-car shoot-out,

and ASBO Man
was the first to go.

Concentrate, May.
Concentrate.

Give it some beanage.

Shit! That's terrifying!

Bumpy! Bumpy!

It's made the windscreen
wipers come on!

Jeez! That is not a pleasant
sensation, I promise you.

Right, this is it!

Let's see how fast
I can make this thing go.

Oh, my giddy aunt!
That is... Jesus Christ!

That's bumpy shit!

Oh, me!

That's one of
the scariest things
I've ever done in a car.

Ever.

It was.

Well done.
Well done. Well done.

I've got to say erm...

..we weren't joking there -
he really did
go and buy a farmhouse

in south-west France.

And actually, James and I
wish we'd gone with him,

because that was
hideously terrifying.

-It's awful.
-It really was.

Anyway, I have the numbers
from the speed trap here,

and, Jeremy Clarkson,
you passed it at 89mph.

-Well done.
-That is brave.
That is brave.

-Was it really 89?
-Yes. Well done.

-And then, James May,
you passed it at...
-Thirty-two.

...93mph!

Oh!

James May has won a thing!

-I'm staggered! He has!
-He's won a thing!

And what you've proved is,
by being so speedy,

that modern cars
are 4mph faster
than they were 60 years ago.

Yeah.

The thing is, though,
you can't actually drive
your cars on the road.

Well, no, the Aston,
I have to admit, at slow
speed, is very difficult.

If you try
and tickle it into gear,
it just won't have it.

The only language
it understands is violence.

You ram it in,
and then you're fine.

That's not what
I was talking about.

You're not actually allowed
to drive your cars
on the road, are you?

I did, because Aston
registered that one
as a prototype, so I could.

Yeah, it was a bit more
complicated in the Jag,

because it was registered
as a test car,

so technically only a Jaguar
employee can drive it.

-So how did you?
-I had to get a job
at Jaguar.

Seriously?

Yeah, I-I now work
for Jaguar. I do.

But as my job is now done,
Jaguar, I'm afraid I resign.

How will the news go down
in Wall Street
when they hear about this?

It will affect the share
price. "Hammond rocks City
with shock Jag move."

That could be the headline.

Or it could be,
"Hamster screws big cat."

- That would do it.
That would cover it.

- Look, here is the...
here is the truth of it.
Yeah?

If you went out and bought
one of those cars,

you wouldn't legally
be allowed to drive it
on the road, would you?

No, you wouldn't.

So you've actually wasted
everybody's time,
haven't you?

-A bit, yeah,
-Yeah, a bit.

And on that terrible
disappointment,
it is time to end.

Thank you so much
for watching.
See you next time. Goodbye!