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(gentle music)

(moves into suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

(terrified screaming)

- It's all right, honey.

- Cord, are you alive?

Are you alive?

- [Man] Take it easy, baby.

- Probably the beef stroganoff.

It never agrees with her.

(door knocking)

Yes. - Mrs. Webster.

- Ms. Webster.

- [Man] Is everything all right?

- Everything's fine.

- [Man] Is there anything I can do?

- No, nothing that can't be cured with a little bicarb.

Sorry we shook the rafters.

- [Man] Good night, Ms. Webster.

- Good night.

I must say, Bea, you're in good voice tonight.

- Katy.

- It's all right, Cord.

I was having a dream, Katy.

I was dreaming about the Grand Prix.

Every detail just as vividly as

though it were already Sunday.

Your father's car and Amadeo's,

they were leading the field.

But then in the far turn he flipped over

and he caught on fire.

He caught fire.

- Dad or Amadeo?

- Your father's not gonna race Sunday.

- Oh?

- Katy, I don't care how much it means to either of you,

I won't see him killed.

- Bea, honey, it's a dream.

What does it mean?

If I stayed off the track every time I had a premonition.

Tell her about that beaut I had the night

before the LeGrand in France.

- You tell her.

She's your problem.

- Honey, I have a lot of living to do yet,

especially now I've found you.

You dream all you want, honey.

Only good dreams.

I'm gonna win Sunday, you'll see.

(suspenseful music)

(cheerful jazz music)

(engines roaring)

- Amadeo Coronado in a Maserati.

- This stuff's really got you going, hasn't it?

- Every cat's got his hustle.

- Oh?

- I don't know.

It's a big decision.

- Yeah?

- You ever hear of the running llamas of Tibet?

- Nope.

- They spend their whole lives just running.

- Yeah, where?

- Nowhere.

They just love to run.

What could be that to me?

Just once I'd like to hold her down, let her reach out.

- [Buz] Big problem, big frustration.

- All right, all right.

- You know, I always wanted to play polo.

You know, with the helmets and those

great horses and the mallets?

But on the streets of New York,

I never learned to ride that well.

Besides, my croquet stinks.

So we're all frustrated.

Every once in a while my left eyelid,

it twitches a little bit.

But now looking at me, I mean, just the way I am,

could you tell that I'm wounded inside

because I never had my own polo pony?

(engine roars)

No, guess you couldn't.

- You know, it could mean 1,500 bucks.

That's first prize in the production event.

- Well, that's one side of it.

It could also mean that you could

wrap it into the grand stand.

- If that's the case, I wouldn't be here to worry.

- Now that's being selfish.

I'd have to start hitchhiking.

- I don't know.

Maybe I can't even qualify.

- Look, you got it in your system, get it out in the open.

Move with it.

Get around that track a couple of times.

See where it takes you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

(cheerful jazz music)

- There, that should do it.

You know, she's got a lovely underside.

Thank you.

How does it look now, Jeff?

- Katy, I don't know what I'd do without you.

- [Bea] Morning.

- [Cord] Hi, baby.

- [Bea] Am I in time for lunch?

- [Cord] We've just been waiting for you.

- Well, thank you very much.

Thank you.

You know, Katy, I've been thinking if I ever go back

in the fashion business, I'm gonna market axle grease.

It does marvels for your complexion.

- Is it that bad?

- Oh, it's lovely, really.

- Bea. - Hmm?

- I'm sorry I was so sarcastic last night.

I wanted to cut my tongue out afterwards, but daddy and I,

well, we always get a little edgy before a race.

Forgive me.

- You know I do.

- Well, I'll go get some cold drinks.

Be right back.

- I'll go with you, daddy.

(gentle music)

- Morning, Bea.

- Good morning, Jeff.

- Hand me those plugs, will you?

- What's this cold plug you're always bragging about?

- It refers to the operational heat range.

These plugs are all right for normal driving,

but under race conditions, they might start pre-ignition.

- Oh, thanks.

Well.

- Where you going?

Aren't you gonna hang around and watch

your old buddy break the track record?

- I'll be around, but you know

I gotta find some action, too.

I got the restless feeling.

Things are moving around here,

so I guess I'll just move with them.

- Hey.

(engine roaring)

- You ready, Stiles?

- [Tod] Yeah.

- Your entry form says you race.

- In the east.

Dad and I used to.

Guess it got in my blood.

- Showroom?

- Yeah, I had the engine balanced when I bought it.

I put in those plugs you lent me.

Otherwise, it's right off the floor.

- OK.

Now watch that turn eight.

Just when you think you're through,

it starts tightening up again.

Whenever.

(engine cranks)

- All right, now grab this one guys.

Nice smile, honey.

Grab it.

Good.

OK, now let's see.

Let's try one on the hood, honey.

Get up there.

That's it, all right, now let's see it for the cameras.

That's it, OK, now listen, I want to...

Wait, hold it fellas.

Hold it, hold it, honey.

- Fella, please.

Some guys.

OK now, honey, let's give it a nice big wave.

Big wave to everybody, that's it.

- Oh.

(engine revving)

- Oh, this is gonna be a beauty.

Now...

No, honey, we're not finished yet.

Fella, can't you pick up later?

We got deadlines.

(whistles loudly)

Forgive me, fella, but with this kid,

it's the only thing that works.

- On account of so many fellas whistle at me.

- She's conditioned to it, you know?

Like they use horns to call moose.

One blast on this, Roxy appears.

- Roxy? - That's I.

Roxy Dozy.

- Roxy Dozy, little lambsie divey.

- Oh, you hate me.

- Oh no, baby, I just have a feeling

we've never met somewhere before.

- Oh, did I embarrass you, kissing you in public?

- Oh no, wasn't the kiss, it was the whistle.

Next time you do that, stand back a few feet, huh?

- Yeah, now Roxy, you're keeping the P-R-E-S-S waiting.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you can't spell.

The press, you know, waiting, OK?

- Mr. Statler, I'm getting awfully cold.

I'd like to go somewhere and get warm.

And you wouldn't want Miss Grand Prix

to catch virus, would you?

- No, you wouldn't want that.

- No, I wouldn't want that.

All right, well, go change into something else

and then hustle right back here.

- Going my way?

- Can't think of a better way to go.

Oh, one minute.

You always kiss strangers?

- You know a better way to make friends?

- You mean you just follow your impulses?

- Oh, I try to, but sometimes they're so fast,

I can't keep up with them.

- I got a buddy who thinks he's

gonna break the track record.

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

- Two minutes 19.

- Certainly good, isn't it?

- Can't be more than a second

or two off the Corvette record.

- Jeff.

- Bea, why don't you give up?

You'll never get Cord out of the cockpit.

- Jeff, find out who's driving the Corvette.

Please.

(gentle music)

- Roxy.

- You're sure something.

- That's right.

- When I kissed you in public at the track,

you acted nervous and there weren't

half as many people there as here.

And now you don't seem to mind at all.

- Well, I'll tell you, baby, it's like this.

Here, it's OK.

People will think I'm saving you.

- Saving me? - From drowning.

Artificial respiration.

New method.

Gets your lungs working.

Come here, I'll show you how it works.

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(mischievous music)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(light jazz music)

- They aren't with you.

Fella.

- No, no, they aren't with me.

See, that's just my first drink and I usually don't start

seeing the little people until around drink number three.

- Very funny, but he is traveling with you.

The desk says so.

- You mean Buz.

- He took Roxy.

- Gee, maybe we oughta give him something for it.

- Roxy is a girl.

Miss Grand Prix.

I told them in Hollywood, I said give me

a dependable kid, a kid who needs the job.

250 for the week, you call that salami?

All she's gotta do is pose for the press and officiate.

- Roxy doesn't need the job.

- Roxy Dozy?

Any joint in Vegas will pay her a couple hundred

an hour just to stand at the tables.

You know, guys look at her, they get restless.

Shoot everything they got just to impress her.

Are you sure you don't know where they are?

- Look, the last time I saw Buz, he was at the track

and he said something about trying to scout up some action.

- Custer should've had him for a scout. (laughs)

Listen, you see him, tell him fun's fun,

but we have a big annual racing event here

and, I mean, how is it gonna look,

Miss Grand Prix has disappeared?

Who's gonna cut the tape and kiss the winner?

Don't say it.

- You know, if he can't find Roxy Dozy,

maybe you'd like to cut the tape and kiss the winner.

- Excuse us.

When I decided to come over here today,

I wasn't quite sure how this would work out.

But now I think I know.

There are some people to whom each

of us is destined to be grateful.

Before I mislead you completely and your thoughts

take off on the wrong course, I'm Mrs. Webster.

Bea.

I was halfway down the track going into the first turn.

- It was showing.

I watched you drive today.

You were very good.

May I tell you how you felt?

Something kept trying to get your foot off the gas,

but you wouldn't let it.

Not till the last possible moment.

When you gain that extra second

and when you do it just right,

it's a feeling like none other on Earth, isn't it?

- Well, how do you know that?

- Every now and then Cord mentions it.

- Cord?

Oh, you're Cord Webster's wife.

- Have you ever driven a Stanguellini?

- Only in my dreams, and then

I grew up and stopped dreaming.

- We have one like none other.

Cord and Katy rebuilt the engine.

- Katy?

- Cord's daughter. - Oh.

- Are you busy for the next hour or so?

- Other than finishing my drink and trying to find a lost

buddy, I'm not what you'd call heavily committed.

- Well, your buddy can wait.

I'd very much like for you to go back to the track with me.

- What for?

- Well, didn't you say you'd always

wanted to drive a Stanguellini?

I can make your dream come true,

and you can keep one of mine from coming true.

Hmm?

(suspenseful music)

(lighthearted music)

- Jeff Stadler, Tod.

You can't turn this track in 2:19

and expect your name to stay in the glove compartment.

Some little beast, huh?

250 horses pulling less than a thousand pounds of car.

You can spin the wheels in any gear.

- What's the red line?

- 8,000, but keep it down to 7,500 today.

- Haven't quite convinced him yet, Jeff.

- Look, Mrs. Webster, I'd love to take it around a couple

of times, but the rest of what you said about me driving in

the Grand Prix for Cord Webster, it's pretty ridiculous.

Your husband is one of the great drivers.

- Yes, he's a great driver.

He's got the cups and the scrapbooks to prove it.

But he's also 53 years old.

And Jeff can tell you how he's been driving this season.

He still has great instinct, but his reflexes are starved

out, like a fuel injector that's not set just right.

- If you're worried about the money, Mr. Stiles,

forget the stock car race.

That's only $1,500.

This'll get you 10,000.

- It isn't the money.

I just don't know if I'm good enough.

- Oh, we don't either.

All we're asking is let's find out.

(gentle music)

- Let's push it out on the grid.

(lively music)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

- 1:58 flat.

The track record's 1:54 and this

is the kid's first time out.

- Well, Jeff?

(engine roaring)

- How was it, Tod?

- Fine.

Very smooth.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I guess so.

I never felt like this before.

- Nobody's ever driven this car that fast before.

Nobody.

- Wow.

- Get out of there.

- Katy. - Get out of our car.

- Katy.

What's going on around here, Jeff?

This is Todd Stiles, Cord.

First time out he clocked 1:58.

- I asked him, Cord.

- You asked him?

After all the work Cord and I put

into this car, you asked him?

Well, he might've wrecked it.

- He might have, yes, and himself with it.

- Well, you must've had a very good reason, Bea.

- Well, you know what it is, Cord.

- Mr. Stiles, we don't need you.

We don't want you.

- Katy.

- Katy, Katy, Katy.

- Her mother was English.

I'm a little bit of everything.

I never could figure out where

she gets her Latin temperament.

- Daddy?

You're not going to make a deal with him.

- I'm just gonna talk to Mr. Stiles, honey.

There's no harm in that.

(gentle music)

When you finish talking, Cord, we'll check the timing.

It sounds a little late.

- Pushed around the 58, huh?

- Let's say it pushed me.

It's like riding a light beam through space.

Makes you wish for a road 10,000 miles long,

all turns and no ending.

- Some see it that way.

Not many, but some.

Others see it as a trap.

As an asphalt coffin.

(dramatic music)

(whistle blowing)

- I still don't get it.

Why you?

- I just told you, she had this dream

and she's afraid that her husband--

- Yeah, yeah, well, driving a Formula 1 is one thing.

Corvette, well, that's something else.

(whistle blowing)

If he doesn't stop doing that,

I'm gonna have to go down and the pea out of his whistle.

- Look, he's only trying to do his job.

Why don't you give her back to him?

- You sound like I dropped a net on her or something.

- You and Rasputin.

Hey, where you got her stashed?

- Library.

- In the public library?

- You see, you're just like all the rest of the guys.

You take one look at a girl like Roxy

and you say she can't have brains, too.

Well, I happen to know she wants to be an entomologist.

- Insects? - Yeah.

And she figures she already earned her

masters degree because she's met half

the insects in Hollywood and Las Vegas.

- Well, let me ask you something.

What does that make you?

- Well, she calls me her eastern horned beetle.

- Aw, now that's a pet name if I ever heard a pet name.

- Aw, shut up.

- Hey, Beetle.

- Don't bug me.

- Do me a favor, will you?

I mean, when you come in tonight, don't turn the lights on

because the qualifying runs are first thing

in the morning and I gotta get my rest.

- You can't be serious about this.

I mean, you gotta be kidding.

Get out of it.

- You know, it's quite an honor.

- [Buz] Yeah?

- Well, I can't.

I promised Mrs. Webster I'd drive and Cord finally agreed.

- And you're sure it can't be...

What's her name?

- Katy.

Shows, huh?

- It shows.

- You want a laugh?

The first time I saw her she took a swing at me.

Did you ever see a girl just once and right away

you know that's the right girl?

- Why aren't you out with her?

Good night, chump.

- Hello.

- Katy.

Tod.

- Well, should I change back into coveralls?

- That's fine just like that.

- I'm sorry I tried to slap you this afternoon.

I'll wait in the lobby.

Now get dressed.

(gentle music)

It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Sure is.

- How much do you know about girls?

- Enough to know you never tell a girl

you're with anything about the girls you've been

with before because you never know.

She might be the last one and you might

want her to think she's the first.

- Very romantic.

And very dishonest.

- Well, that's the best policy with women.

- Not with me.

Tod, what if I told you I asked you

out here because I liked you,

because I wanted to be alone with you,

let you kiss me?

- I'd declare a national holiday.

- That really isn't why I asked you.

- I know, Katy.

You have an open face.

It's very easy to read.

- Honesty, even if it hurts.

- OK, start hurting.

- Tod, don't drive the Webster Special.

Tell daddy you can't take his place,

that you won't take his place.

- What about his reflexes?

Bea said-- - Oh, she's a liar.

Fangio won his fifth world championship when he was 45.

And look at Nuvolari's record.

Tod, my father's whole life is devoted to racing.

Now what right has Bea to cut him off in his prime

and fill his head with stupid ideas and fears?

He was wonderful until she married him.

Now she's destroyed him,

and you have to come along and help her.

- Katy, I thought I was helping him.

I don't want to drive your father's race.

- Then don't.

Help me, not her.

Help me keep my father.

Please.

- All right, Katy.

(joyful music)

(lighthearted music)

Well, why aren't you at the library?

- Tired eyes.

Besides, I thought maybe you'd need some help.

You know, like they do in the movies when

the driver's racing and the oil is all over

the goggles and he keeps pushing it before

he comes in to pit for a tire change.

I'll have the tire, OK?

- All right.

- Listen, I'm glad you came off that Grand Prix kick.

- Attention in the pits.

Attention in the pits.

Qualifying for all main event cars

will begin in five minutes.

Repeat, five minutes.

- You'll get over it.

- Tod, what's going on?

I've looked all over Riverside for you this morning.

Then I find out you've qualified for the production event.

- I'm sorry Mrs. Webster, I changed my mind.

- Why?

- Look, I don't want to be in the middle.

Katy means something special to me.

- Oh, Katy.

Did she tell you that I tried to reshape him?

Burn his coveralls and dress him in formal clothes?

Have him follow me around like an obedient husband?

Well, it's not true.

I've never asked him to give up the life he loves.

I've encouraged him to go on with his engineering

and designing, but why does he have to race?

Tod, I don't want to see him carried off the track.

I don't want to lose him.

- Katy says the same thing.

- Tod, if he races tomorrow, he's going to be killed.

I know it, now, I can feel it.

- Car number nine, the Webster Special,

through the traps on the back straight

at 154 and six tenths miles per hour.

- Tod, please.

Please.

If you don't believe me, watch him now.

Watch him try to qualify.

(engine roaring)

- Cord Webster is really pouring it on now.

This is his final lap of qualifying.

(engine roaring)

He just clicked the traps at 167 miles

per hour and that's really moving.

(engine roaring)

- 1:59.4.

- Pretty good, isn't it?

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

- [Announcer] He just went into a spin out.

Better watch that, Webster.

- Now do you believe me?

(gentle music)

- I don't know what happened.

Guess I pushed her too hard.

Have to watch that.

(suspenseful music)

- Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Webster.

- Thank you.

- Would you folks like your coffee now or later?

- Later, please.

- Now or later.

That about sums it up, doesn't it, Bea?

- I guess it does.

- Can you follow this, Jeff?

- Afraid so, Cord.

- You haven't answered my question, daddy, or hers.

We want the answer now, not later.

- What question?

- Are you racing tomorrow?

- Bea, I want to drive.

It's important to me.

But I won't go against your wish.

Bea, you decide.

- Well, you know how she feels.

- That's why I won't race.

Not unless she's in my corner.

- I'll be there and Jeff.

- Honey, we can't go on like this,

living in separate corners.

Now you've finally forced this out in the open.

Once and for all, we're going to settle it.

Bea, it's up to you.

- What has she ever done for you?

What does she know about us,

the things we've shared, the times?

Well, what right has she to say yes or no

about anything that's important?

You say I forced it.

I haven't, but I will now.

You make your choice, daddy.

You take the race and your family

and the victory I know you'll have,

or you take her with her nightmares and her fear of life.

You're still young, daddy.

As young as I am, really.

And not as old as she wants you to be.

Don't listen to her, daddy.

Don't listen to her.

- She hasn't said anything yet, Katy.

- There can't be any choice.

Not between Katy and me.

I love you, too, Katy, not just your father.

I won't force either of you into this kind of decision.

I'm sorry, Cord.

(somber music)

- Let her go.

- No, honey, I'm gonna let you go.

I should've a long time ago.

It's the greatest gift I'll ever give you.

Jeff, go find that Stiles boy.

Tell him to get a good night's sleep.

He's gonna need it tomorrow.

(dramatic music)

(mellow music)

- Buz, isn't it too public here?

Mr. Statler may find us.

- I haven't heard the whistle all day.

- Maybe he swallowed it.

- Maybe you ought to turn yourself in, huh?

I mean, somebody's gotta kiss the winner tomorrow.

That's a big responsibility, baby.

- Doesn't he remind you of an eastern horned beetle?

- Frequently.

- But I'm mad about him.

He stimulates my mind.

Most men don't think I have one, but Buz,

he gets me thinking about all kinds of things.

- Yeah, that's Buz all right.

(mellow music)

- Tod.

- Hi.

- Does a girl have to buy her own drink?

- You name it, I'll get you your own distillery.

- Well, let's see, how about pulque?

- One pulque coming up.

- (laughs) They don't have it here.

We'd have to go to Mexico.

Well, it's only a hundred miles or so.

- [Tod] Would you like to drive down?

- This is the night for it.

- Buz.

- I heard.

Have fun.

- Just a second.

What's bugging you?

- Who's bugged?

- OK, I'll see you later.

- Paging Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Paging Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Mr. Tod Stiles.

Paging Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

- You'd be paging me.

- Where are you parked?

- Out in front.

I'll get the message, I'll only be a minute.

- Let's go now, let's not let anything stop us.

- Nobody's gonna stop us now.

- Let's get out of here now, please.

This way.

- Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Paging Mr. Tod.

Mr. Tod Stiles?

(gentle music)

- That's what I really wanted.

Not pulque tequila.

Just you all to myself.

Do you mind?

- I don't mind a bit.

(gentle music)

- Tod.

- Hmm?

- [Katy] Have you ever been married?

- [Tod] Mm-mm.

- [Katy] Do you believe in love at first sight?

- Believe in it?

I'm a victim of it.

- I know, me too.

Maybe we should go to Mexico after all.

It's only a little way.

- You sure you know what you're doing?

- I'm proposing.

That is, if you don't mind getting married in Spanish.

- I'll get Buz, he'll be best man.

- No, Tod, just us, no outsiders.

I'm sick of outsiders.

Let it be just us.

- Katy, Buz isn't exactly an outsider.

He's my buddy.

I can't just call him in the morning and say,

hi there, old pal, this is your buddy, Tod.

Say hello to the Mrs.

- Well, what do you think elopements are for?

- That depends.

Depends on how sick the people are who want to elope.

And I'm looking at two real sick ones.

Oh, Tod, you're great on theory, but not so big on practice.

Let's look around the country, you said.

Let's find some place where we can plant roots.

Let's maybe save some money and try to start a business.

But let's not rush into anything.

Let's make sure, let's really look.

So what do you do?

The first kid that comes along and offers you a beer south

of the border and you're looking for a preacher.

- Now wait a minute, just take it easy.

- I haven't even scratched the surface.

And you, you couldn't care less what happened to Tod.

What were you planning to do?

Go into the lady's powder room while he's looking for

a ring in Tijuana and climb out the back window?

- All right, Buz, knock it off.

- She wants you out of town, don't you understand?

Long gone from the Grand Prix because it would just

break her heart if you took daddy's place in the race.

Go on, ask her.

Look, you want to kid me, OK.

But don't kid yourself.

Find out if she wants to do this

tomorrow night after the race.

Find out if she'll even talk to you.

- Now you've really flipped your lid.

What's our going to Mexico tonight

got to do with the race tomorrow?

- Oh, nothing much except if you're down there,

you can't drive the Webster Special, right?

- Well, I'm not driving for him.

You heard him today.

- You got any comment on that, Katy?

- I'll wait in the car.

- Wait.

- [Tod] We're going south.

We'll kick this around tomorrow.

- No, just wait a minute, ask Jeff.

While she was ushing you out the side door,

I was answering your page.

Go on, ask him.

- Tod, Cord'll be grateful if you'd

drive the Webster Special tomorrow.

(somber music)

Katy.

(somber music)

(jubilant music)

(engines revving)

- All cars to the starting grid for the main event.

All cars to the starting grid now.

(engines revving)

- Good luck.

- No advice, Tod, except this.

Don't stop being afraid, not for a second.

Without fear, there are no heroes.

Only fools.

- Oh, in that case, Mr. Webster, we're gonna win for sure.

- Clear the starting grid.

Clear the grid, please.

(engines revving)

Mel Flores, begins his run through the cars.

Getting the thumbs up from 33 of the fastest

drivers and finest cars in the world.

Your attention, we're told that Cord

is not driving the Webster Special today.

It's young Tod Stiles at the wheel,

a newcomer to racing circles.

Now here comes Mel back from his run.

And in just a moment, the United States Grand Prix

of Riverside will be underway.

(tires screeching)

(engines roaring)

- Mrs. Webster.

- Yes? - That nightmare you

had about the crash?

Was it your husband you saw or any driver?

- I've been asking myself the same question all week.

- [Announcer] Leading in 150 miles,

England's Earl Beaden in the Lotus.

Second, Amadeo Coronado.

Third, Franz Ewing, both in factory Maseratis

And going into fourth position now is

the Webster Special as it out-accelerates

Gil Phillips' Stanguellini in the back straight.

Attention, number nine is definitely

closing ground the Ewing Maserati.

(tires screeching)

- Hi, Katy.

Your father's been asking for you all morning.

Now look, Katy, now and then maybe once

or twice in a lifetime a person has

to go for a make or break decision.

You try and make the right decision.

Stop fighting.

How's that saying go?

The race is not always to the swift,

to the battle of the strong.

Sometimes the real winner's the one comes in last.

- I almost wore a hole through my shoe

figuring that out for myself last night.

I didn't want to let him go, Jeff.

I was selfish, wasn't I?

And destructive.

You think they'll ever forgive me?

- You go try, honey.

Go on, just try.

- Cord.

- Katy.

No coveralls this morning?

- This is the suit you got me for Wellesley, remember?

The one I never wore.

I may need some others.

The styles have changed, you know?

So have the people.

- For the better, honey.

(tires screeching)

- [Announcer] There goes Earl Beaden

out of the race on the 54th lap.

Amadeo Coronado now leads.

Tod Stiles, second, and Gil Phillips, third.

(engines roaring)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

The Webster Special is definitely in trouble now.

Phillips takes second place dropping Stiles to third.

If that car holds together for two more laps,

he's got third place with a full lap

way over the fourth place car.

The Webster Special is stopping.

(engines roaring)

- He's getting worse.

- Bring him in, daddy.

- Get the chalkboard, Jeff.

- [Announcer] (background noise drowns out speaker)

fourth one left to go and the Webster car

is smoking and pulling off to the pits.

Keep the runway clear.

(tires screeching)

- You OK? - Yeah.

(Tod coughing)

- [Announcer] Amadeo Coronado, champion of Spain in car

number 32 is coming around for the checkered flag now.

Gil Phillips, second.

And this is unofficial, but on the basis of laps completed,

the Webster Special driven by Tod Stiles should be third.

- Well, that's something, huh?

- [Buz] How can he be third?

- Well, the race ends when the lead car crosses the line.

If you've completed more laps than the cars

behind you, you place ahead of them.

- Congratulations.

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't have a whistle.

(laughing)

(melancholy music)

Souvenir.

- I guess I was public dunce number one, huh?

- That's what separates the men from the boys.

(whistle blows)

You keep your souvenirs, I'll keep mine.

(lively music)

(cheerful jazz music)

- [Male Voiceover] This has been a Screen Gems

film presentation from Columbia Pictures.

Herbert B. Leonard, Executive Producer.