Fast and the Furious, The (1954)

[bunniefuu]

(whooshing)

(engine roaring)

(guitar riffing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(tires screeching)

(tense music)

(lively instrumental music)

- Pretty fancy buggy.

- I like it.

- Pretty fancy driver.

You gonna eat lunch in here?

- I'd planned to.

- Swell, so am I.

- Uh, do I know you?

- You don't have to be introduced formal.

- No, but I prefer it.

- Okay, lady.

Excuse me for trying to be friendly.

- They put a guy in jail

and he pops right out again.

It's a waste of the taxpayers' money.

What'll it be, folks?

As if the taxes aren't

high enough already.

- Coffee and a hamburger.

- I'll have an egg salad sandwich

and a glass of pineapple juice, please.

- Well, I might have

to look for the juice.

Won't you have, um--

- I'll wait.

- Is that what you run that jalopy on?

Pineapple juice?

- Uh-huh.

- Well, I'll go look for it.

Be right back.

- Ever race it?

- Hmm.

- You ought to look into that race

that goes to Mexico, The International.

- I'm racing it.

- Real sport, huh?

- [Waitress] I couldn't

find anything back there.

But I put your hamburger on.

- Oh, forget it.

Grapefruit juice will do.

- That I know we haven't got.

Say, did you two hear about that guy

that broke out of jail up in Coachella?

Some jail they got up there, huh?

I'm telling you, honey,

it ain't safe on the road these days.

- I wouldn't worry.

- Well, worry or not, it ain't safe.

This guy, they call Webster,

drove a truck right off the road.

m*rder, that's what it is.

- You can say that again.

- m*rder.

You from up that way?

- A buddy of mine told me about it.

- Cops got him and let him go again.

- He won't get away from us.

- You and who else?

- Listen, every trucker on the highway

is watching for this guy.

We'll find him.

When we do, he won't even have time

to think about getting away.

- What do you mean?

- I could sh**t as straight as any cop.

- [Waitress] Well, they

put it on the radio

what he looks like.

But they said they didn't

have a picture of him.

- Cops.

Just keep your eye open.

- Oh, don't worry, I do.

I talk to people all the time

and I get to figuring 'em out, too.

- You wanna take my money?

- Yeah.

This guy don't seem much

interested in the case.

- I wonder if you could

get the pineapple juice?

Now?

- Sure, lady, be right back.

- Hitchhiking?

- Nope.

- I didn't see your car out there.

- I'm walking.

- Oh, I'll give you a lift.

What's your name?

Bob Nielson's mine.

- Myers, Bill Myers.

- Myers, huh?

Where you from?

- You ask a lot of questions, Mr. Nielson,

but I'm from El Centro.

- Hmm.

Right near where Webster

k*lled that guy, huh?

You know him, Webster?

- Nope.

- Hear about it?

- How can I help?

- Interested?

- No.

No, I'm not.

- If I'm giving you a lift, Myers,

I'd like to see your identification.

- I didn't say I wanted a lift.

- Maybe I better see it anyway.

- Sure.

- Oh, no you don't.

- Stop it, both of you!

(grunting)

He's hurt.

We better get a doctor.

- Come on.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Mexico.

- You're not gonna leave that man here.

- With you.

Give me the car keys.

- Webster?

- Come on.

(tense instrumental music)

- Well, I had to turn

everything upside down,

but I finally found...

Well, where is everybody?

(dramatic instrumental music)

Oh!

Oh.

Operator.

Operator, get me the police.

Right away, quick.

Hello, hello, police?

This is Wilma Belding at

the Saddle Peak Lodge Cafe.

Yeah, yeah, Wilma, W-I-L--

What?

I wanna re, a repor, I

wanna report a m*rder.

Yes, a m*rder!

I can't tell you about it on the phone.

Highway 74.

Oh, for heaven's sake, hurry up.

- It's a police car.

(siren blaring)

- I've got a b*llet for

them and one for you.

You're gonna see a lot of

cops and lots of people

before we cross the border.

Just behave yourself.

Act natural and there

won't be any trouble.

I like quiet women.

Stay that way.

- There's a gas station ahead.

Better fill up before dark.

- You can do better than that.

- All right, look at the gas gauge.

(bell dings)

- What'll it be, folks?

- Fill her up.

- Right.

Keys?

- Huh?

- You want the gas in

the gas tank, don't you?

- Could you tell me where

the ladies' room is, please?

- It's over there, lady.

- Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Your wife?

- Nope.

- Pretty girl.

- Yeah.

Hey, will you check the

oil and the tires, please?

- Yep.

I got me a pretty hot little old V8.

It's a wreck but I had it modified,

and she goes like a b*mb.

Headed through the tracks up at Dry Run.

Did 103 miles an hour.

What will this one do it in?

I said, what will this one--

(hood slams)

Been talking to myself.

- Going someplace?

- Well, she's all checked

out and ready to go.

That'll be $4.

Sure a nice day to go cruising around.

Weather's like this tomorrow,

I'm gonna take my old

wreck and go for a spin.

- You interested in racing?

- Well, I just fool around.

Got my old wreck to the point

where she'll go from zero

to 50 in just 12 seconds.

What will this one do it in?

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

She does.

But he don't seem like the Jag type.

(siren blaring)

(tires screeching)

- We got the call only

a few miles from here.

- What took you so long?

- He's still alive.

You better call an ambulance.

Did you see it?

- I was right here when he shot him.

- There's no g*n wound.

- Well, it must have been Frank Webster.

- How do you know?

- Well, I was the one that recognized him.

I told this fella here that's who he was,

and then that girl that--

- A girl with Webster?

- Well, she must have been.

She sent me out to the back room

and when I came back, he was lying there.

- Then you didn't see it.

- Well, I practically did.

- This is Samuels.

I'm at the Saddle Peak Lodge Cafe.

Yeah, that's right.

Gonna need an ambulance out here.

Not determined yet.

That's right.

Right.

- What was the girl like?

- Oh, kinda, you know, the kind of girl

you'd see with a guy like that.

- Did you know what kind

of car they were driving?

- A jalopy.

- Did you see it?

Can you describe it?

- No, I didn't.

But that's what he called

it, the one they shot.

He called her car a jalopy.

- You better broadcast

what you can figure out.

- Young man, a woman, old car.

- Yeah.

Get roadblocks set up.

I wonder if you could

come down to headquarters.

- Sure.

- Good.

- I'd love to get out of this death trap.

Funny thing, here I am talking to a guy

who turns out to be Frank Webster.

And then this dame comes in

and orders pineapple juice.

And I was telling her,

a lady just ain't safe on

the streets these days.

Do you want a cup of coffee?

- Huh-uh.

- Then I find him on the floor.

I better put some lipstick on.

They might want to take my picture, huh?

And then I noticed this other guy

wasn't a bit interested in the case,

so I told the girl, I says, look.

- I'd appreciate you returning

my car and my freedom.

- You said that before.

- I'm running out of variations.

I'm also running out of patience.

- Any idea what to do about it?

- Several ideas.

None of which I intend

to discuss with you.

- I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble.

- Oh, don't let it bother you.

I guess I should be grateful

you haven't m*rder*d me yet.

- Don't tempt me.

- What do you expect

to get out of all this?

- You and this fancy car are my passport

out of this country.

I expect to get a few more years to live.

- And I'd suppose you'd

do anything to get there.

- Just about.

Don't try that again.

I don't want to see you hurt.

- Why not?

- [Frank] 'Cause you're a nice kid.

Besides, I haven't got time.

- I hate you.

- Just hate me all the way to Mexico.

- I not only hate you, I dislike you.

- I always did have

trouble making friends.

- You're conceited, ruthless, cruel.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Got a road map?

Turn on the dash lights.

- Now what do you think you're doing?

- If that trucker talked,

they'll be looking for me in this car.

- You hope he's dead.

- What?

- So he can't describe the car.

- Sure, Connie, sure.

There's a road here.

If I...

We're going over the mountains

and around the cops, okay?

- Am I supposed to say yes?

- Yes.

(siren blaring)

- Stop this car.

He's liable to sh**t,

is that what you want?

(suspenseful instrumental music)

Stop the car!

- Just don't make a move.

- In a rush, aren't you, folks?

Just wanted to tell you

your taillight's out.

Better get it fixed.

You know, for a while there,

I thought you were running away from me.

With all this speed, you ought to save it

for the racetrack, don't you think?

Well, take it easy along here.

- Got any more ideas?

- Not at the moment.

- Let's take a walk.

Come on!

You're more trouble than you're worth.

- Why didn't that officer

recognize you back there?

- Maybe he's not one of my fans.

Start looking.

- For what?

- [Frank] The ignition

key, what did you think?

The diamonds?

See anything?

- I'm not looking.

- Got any matches?

Listen, if you want to play rough--

- I don't want to play at all.

- Well, then don't!

- All I want is you to give me back my car

and let me alone.

- I would have to pick

on someone like you.

- Someone will come along soon.

- With my luck, you're probably right.

Connie Adair, huh?

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna try to make this thing start.

- Without a key?

- It wasn't my idea, you know.

Would you care to tie yourself

to the wheel or shall I?

- It's almost midnight.

- Do you ride off on a broom?

(coyote howling)

(engine rumbling)

Don't you know coyotes

were afraid of humans?

- Start all your cars this way?

- Only the ones I steal.

What's that?

- An extra key.

- Why didn't you tell me you had it?

- Why didn't you ask me?

- I don't think you can get

much out of him, Sergeant,

but you can try.

- Critical?

- It's difficult to say.

Must have hit his head pretty hard.

- Mr. Nielson, can you hear me?

I'm a policeman.

Can you give me any information?

Can you hear me?

- Why don't you try telling

him what you think happened?

He may respond to that.

- You were in a fight, Nielson.

A man and a woman were there.

Do you know who they were?

Do you know what kind of

car they were driving?

Can you tell us?

Were they driving an old car?

Do you know the man who hit you?

Couldn't it have been Frank Webster?

He's trying to speak.

- He slipped off again.

Nurse?

Call me if anything develops.

These concussions are pretty

tricky things, Sergeant.

- This isn't necessary.

- Of course not.

- I said I was sorry.

- You're about the sorriest

creature I've ever known.

(tense instrumental music)

- Please leave me alone.

- I intend to.

- You're-- you're not

gonna sleep like this.

- Would you rather change sides?

- Please untie me.

- I like to have you close.

Don't worry.

I've known things to go

along like this for years.

And then get worse.

- I don't know who you

think you're lookin' for.

- Well, it could have been Webster.

- But I thought you said it

was some fancy kind of car.

- He could have changed cars.

(groans)

- This country reminds me of the time

I was bitten by a rattlesnake.

Only 5 years old.

Me, not the snake.

The snake died.

- It figures.

- What's the matter?

Did you get up on the

wrong side of the car?

- I don't like this belt around my wrists.

- It suits you.

All the comforts of home.

Go wash your face.

- [Broadcaster] And you'll wake

up feeling fresher, happier,

and ready to beat the world.

Now here's late news on the manhunt

for the truck driver wanted for m*rder.

Police have broadcast the

description of Frank Webster,

still reported at large.

In a wild race through

the Coachella Valley,

Webster forced another truck into a ditch.

The truck overturned

and k*lled the driver.

Webster was arrested,

but escaped from jail.

Now a general alarm is out

for this dangerous criminal,

and police through the

southern half of the state

are combing the area all

the way to the border.

It is reported Webster is

accompanied by a young woman,

but nothing is known of her.

- They make you sound so exciting.

Not at all like you.

(tires screeching)

- Hey, you stop more than you ride.

- Well, whoever they were,

they must have gone on

through to the highway.

- Uh, maybe.

Doesn't hurt just to keep trying, though.

I wish I'd taken a better

look at them last night.

- Oh, let's take a break.

Once over this road is enough for me.

(tense instrumental music)

- We'll coast around the cops.

Come on.

- I'm hungry.

I'm still hungry.

- So am I.

- The welcoming committee.

- They sure get up early.

- You know, for some reason,

I'm going to miss you.

- Thanks.

Maybe you won't get a chance.

Who's in those sport cars?

- I don't--

- Racers, maybe?

Headed for the race?

- I suppose.

- Mexico, huh?

- They'll recognize you.

- Not if you're a good girl.

And if you are, when this is all over,

you'll still be alive.

And beautiful.

- You'll never get away with it.

- Maybe not.

But I'm gonna try.

Viva Mexico.

Remember what I told you.

Don't try anything.

- You with the others?

- Yeah.

- Where you going?

- Mexico.

- This your, uh, wife, Mr...?

- Myers, Bill Myers.

What's the trouble, officer?

- Looking.

- So Mr. Myers and his

wife are going to Mexico.

Where do they start from?

How do they get there, hmm, Mr. Myers?

Uh, are you going to ride with me

in The International tomorrow?

- You're so right.

- Oh.

- Tell the sergeant he's coming around.

And tell him to hurry.

Mr. Nielson?

Mr. Nielson?

- How is he?

- Better make it fast.

- I'm a policeman.

I'm trying to help you.

Try to understand--

a man and a woman were in the cafe.

A man attacked you.

Do you know what they were driving?

Can you remember?

- Jag, Jag.

- Yes, go on.

- He's unconscious again.

- Jag.

What do you suppose he means by that?

- Think the waitress could

shed any light on it?

- No, no, she couldn't.

Jag.

Jag.

Jaguar.

Jaguar, it's a racing car.

The waitress said it was a jalopy.

Anyway, at this point,

we've got to try anything.

But tomorrow, most of those cars

will be at The International

fenced into a five-acre park.

- Well, now that we're in the park,

we could stop and have lunch.

Or is that impossible?

- It is.

- Maybe you'd rather

register for the race.

Or is that impossible, too?

- Register?

Look, Connie, will you give me a break?

- Why should I?

You drive people off roads,

leave injured men unconscious.

- Maybe someday I can explain.

All right, don't give me a break.

Just remember, I've got a

g*n and I know how to use it.

- Checkpoint number one.

Checkpoint number one.

Number 54, JL Clancy, approaching fast.

Get that truck off the course.

Let Clancy pass.

Okay, Clancy.

Oh, hiya, folks.

Going to register?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

- All right, just the write

the name of the driver

and the car there.

Okay, Clancy.

You've qualified.

Number 54, Clancy, you've qualified.

Come on in.

Oh, Miss Constance Adair driving?

- Yes.

- Yes, I--

- I guess you hadn't heard.

They had a meeting last night.

This course is too dangerous.

All the lady drivers are banned.

- But I've got to.

- [Announcer] I'm sorry, but

that's what they decided.

- Ugh.

I'll drive.

- Oh, you're a racer, too?

- Put me down.

- What name?

- Myers.

Bill Myers.

- Address?

- El Centro.

- Identification?

Okay, that does it.

This is a map of the course, Mr. Myers.

Now first, the qualifying run today

is the first two miles of tomorrow's race.

That keeps the trials

entirely within the park,

and we allow one run to get

familiar with the course.

Nice going, Clancy!

Now, after you've made this practice run,

double back over this road

and make a running start

for your qualifying run.

That'll be checked by an electric timer.

But just remember, this

race is over the old road,

through the mountains,

along the coast into Mexico.

It's a dangerous course.

People can get k*lled.

- Yeah.

Well, Miss Adair can

ride with me, can't she?

- Well, for the trials if she wants.

But not tomorrow.

You know, we've always had

nothing but drivers in this race.

Are you ready now?

- As ready as we'll ever be.

- Well, uh, here are your numbers, 55.

Stick them on before the test.

Well, I'll be watching you and--

(laughs)

Well, what's the matter, young lady?

Are you hungry?

Well, yes, I am.

Well, if you'd like a sandwich--

- No thanks, never mind.

She's always hungry.

(chuckles)

- Notice all checkpoints.

Notice all checkpoints.

Number 55, Bill Myers, is about to start.

Clear all portions of the course.

Clear all portions of the course.

- Hi, honey.

Connie!

- Faber, I--

- Connie, what's the matter?

- They had a meeting last night.

Won't allow any women drivers.

- Oh, poor little Connie.

Some of them are the fastest

drivers in the business.

- And the best.

- That's what I meant.

You gonna take over?

- Guess so.

Well, we better get

started with the trials.

- I never saw this car before.

Is it fully modified?

- What?

- You seem pretty new at this.

Done much racing?

- A little.

- It'll take more than that.

You're in with the best drivers

in the country in this one.

- That's what I hear.

- Toughest road I've ever been on,

and I've been over them all.

- Good for you.

- Say, Connie, why don't you just pull out

as long as you can't drive.

I said, Connie, why

don't you just pull out

as long as you can't drive.

Might be easier than taking

a chance with the car.

- I think I can manage it.

- Apparently.

Say, Connie, how about

taking in the antique race

with me this afternoon?

Or are you busy with your driver?

- We'd be glad to.

Thanks.

- What are you, her keeper?

- Sure thing.

Thanks.

(tires screeching)

You forgot your numbers!

- [Announcer] All right, checkpoint two.

Straighten that line

of bales near the edge.

Pull the truck off the

course till Myers goes by.

- Where'd you get the Bill Myers?

- From a drunk of that name.

It was a small jail.

You might say we traded.

Nice boyfriend you got there.

- Thank you.

- One of your crowd, I suppose.

If he didn't have money, he

wouldn't last five minutes.

- He might even become

a criminal, like you.

- If he got lucky.

- Here.

Put this on.

You may as well look the part.

They'll put hay bales on the track

to protect you during the race.

- Dangerous course, huh?

- Yes.

Especially for hay trucks.

(tires screeching)

Gear down!

Put it into lower gear at all sharp turns.

Don't lose RPMs.

- You mean like this?

- Yes.

Now step on the gas

after we hit the curves.

Ever driven a sports car before?

- [Frank] No, but I've driven everything

from hot rods to tanks.

- [Connie] With the gear down in first,

you don't have to nurse the motor back

once you shift into high.

Seconds count.

The way you drive, you

didn't run that truck

off the road by accident.

- I thought you already decided that.

Would you like to win the race?

- I always like to win.

- I don't think I can make it.

- I don't think you will.

- Thanks.

- What?

- I said thanks!

- You're welcome!

- Okay, Myers, you can double back

to your qualifying run now.

- This is going to be a crowded one.

- Yeah.

- Mr. Hillman?

- Yes, what can I do for you?

- Officer Faraday of the state police.

Wonder if I could check

over your list of entrants.

- Why, yeah, sure, but why?

- We're looking for someone

who might be hiding out in the park.

We think he's driving a Jaguar.

- Well, that's a new one.

- It sure is.

- Well, I'll do anything

I can to cooperate.

- You've checked all the identifications

of the entrants?

- Oh, yes, they'll cross

the border, you know.

- We don't expect to see him in the race,

but we have to take every precaution.

- Well, go right ahead, officer.

Okay, Myers, this is your qualifying.

Let her go.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Post 12, that truck!

Post 12, that truck!

(tires screeching)

All right, you guys in the

trucks, that was close,

but now maybe you know what

I've been talking about.

Nice driving, Myers.

- You and trucks just

don't seem to get along.

- You can say that again.

How are we doing?

- Don't lose speed.

- I won't.

- Agh!

Oh, wow!

(laughs)

- Looks like the little lady

sure approves of her driver there.

Okay, 55.

Myers, 55.

You've qualified.

Second fastest time so far.

That will put you second to

last at the starting line.

- Second to last.

- I sure get the breaks.

- I feel almost as

sorry for you as you do.

- You're a real fighter, aren't you?

- And you're a criminal wanted for m*rder.

- Yeah.

And now you can add kidnapping.

We're getting out of

this little playground.

- Did you find anything to help you out?

- No, thanks.

I'll just hang around

and keep my eyes open.

- This can't be a roadblock.

- Oh, but it is.

- You'd think I was Dillinger.

- Does all this attention

make you feel important?

- Not very.

You didn't get word to them.

- I wish I had.

- I'll bet you do.

You're lovely, all the way.

Hi!

What's going on down there?

- Oh, the cops, they're looking for a guy

that they think is here in the park.

- This should be a crazy place to hide.

- Well, you never know what

they're gonna pull next.

They figure he's gonna

be driving a Jaguar.

- What makes them think that?

- Some fellow broke out

of jail with a m*rder rap.

They don't expect him to be racing,

but with that kind of a car,

he'd hang around here

until the heat's off.

- I doubt it.

- Uh, you folks racing?

- Wouldn't miss it.

- Hey, that's a nice-looking

Jag you got there.

They're, uh, looking for him

to have a young woman with him.

- Come on, Bill.

If you're going to get

any rest, we better go.

- Say, the fella they're

looking for is Frank Webster,

in case you run into him.

Good luck in the race.

- Thanks.

- Oh, let's take a break.

- Why here?

- Nobody ever comes here.

There's an old house up the road.

It's been abandoned for years.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Thanks again.

- I discovered this place

when I first started

coming down to the races.

I've sort of considered

it mine ever since.

Won't you come into my parlor?

- What's the pitch?

- Nothing.

I'm just tired.

So are you.

Besides, you said something

about an explanation,

and I'd like to hear it.

- On the level?

- Well, at the moment, the only

thing I have against you is

I never got that egg salad sandwich.

- Suppose the starter's accusing his wife

of not packing a lunch.

- Frank!

- You run away?

- Later.

(giggles)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Maybe we can mail it to him.

- Nice hideout, huh?

- Couldn't be better.

- You know, I've never

seen anyone else here.

- Good spot.

- No cops, no robbers, no people.

When are you going to

give yourself up, Frank?

- I'm not going to.

- You've got to face that jury sometime.

- If you've got some romantic idea

that I'm gonna give myself up

and face a jury that's stacked against me,

you can forget it.

- What makes you so sure

the jury's going to be against you?

- Connie, look, you're a smart girl.

You know a lot about Jaguars,

but don't tell me about a fix

in a small town when it's mad

or a card game when you

haven't got any cards.

- Look, Frank, the whole

world isn't against you.

You'll get an even break

if you give it a chance.

- Sure, give it a chance.

Listen, Connie, all my life I've been

trying to get by on my own

because that's the way I figured it.

After the army, I saved some money,

so I bought myself a truck.

Not two trucks or a fleet.

No partners, just me.

Turned out, I was bothering somebody.

Guy who owned a lot of trucks.

He tried everything.

Undercut me, everything.

But I figured I had my rights, so I stuck.

Then one of his drivers

tried to run me off the road.

All I was trying to do was

keep from getting k*lled.

And his truck went over the side.

- Then how can they accuse you of m*rder?

- Two minutes later, one of

his other drivers was there,

yelling his head off

about how I drove his

buddy over the cliff.

He didn't even seem to

care much that he was dead.

- Why did you break out of jail?

No jury in the world would convict you

if you told them what happened.

- If I got to a jury.

Those truckers were coming to get me.

They weren't waiting for a trial.

I had to break out of jail.

- That g*ng of hoodlums

probably slept it off the next morning.

If you go back now,

they won't have anything to do with it.

- They've got everything to do with it.

- You can't prove you're

innocent running away.

- I can't prove it dead.

- Look, I'll tell them

what happened at the cafe.

We'll get lawyers.

You've got to believe in yourself.

In the law.

In someone.

- Sure.

Sure, Connie.

Frank.

- How do?

- Good afternoon.

- Is that your car?

- Yeah.

- Well, you ain't supposed

to be here, you know.

- No.

No, I didn't know.

- Are you folks from the races?

Sure would like to see them.

Boy, that's a good-looking car.

Luckily, I came by.

You know, after sunset,

the cops patrol the park.

And they arrest you and pinch you.

- Cops would come here?

- Yeah, looking for the kids, you know.

Kind of, uh, a Lovers' Lane.

(chuckles)

Well, good evening.

- Frank, I didn't know.

- You're smart, like I said,

Connie, but not smart enough.

- Frank, I swear.

- Got any more hideouts, cute spots,

picnic spots nobody knows about?

Trust somebody.

You see why I don't?

- Well, what do you expect?

You hate the world and

the world hates you.

And that specifically and

especially includes me.

Oh!

Let go of my arm.

- I'll break it for you if

you try any more tricks!

- Faber!

Hey, Faber!

- Sit down!

- [Faber] Connie!

- Just waving to my boyfriend, you know.

We have a date.

- You wouldn't go without me, would you?

I'm serious, Connie.

Don't try anything.

- Hi there.

- Hi.

- Where have you two been hiding out?

Say, this isn't a big romance, is it?

- Of course not.

- What time does the antique race start?

- We ought to make it just about now.

Connie, I'll let you ride with me.

- No, thanks.

We'll meet you there.

- Okay, don't run away again.

- And in this opening race,

we have everything but

the Stanley Steamer.

Oh, oh, I take it all back.

Wait a minute.

Here is the Stanley Steamer,

ready to defend its honor

against the Model T.

(laughs) Wait a minute.

(laughs)

Here comes Dennis Maxwell.

(laughs)

Well, folks, you can see for yourselves,

the race is about to begin.

- Not everybody can get

in the marshal stand.

- Looks like everybody has.

- Tell me, where have you

two been all afternoon?

- Oh, we just picked up a bite of lunch.

- When are you gonna get your pit check?

- Huh?

- I said when are you going

to get your pit check?

- You made your point.

Why didn't you tell him?

- Isn't it exciting?

Oh, we're going to get checked over

and gassed up in the morning.

- Say, Mr. Myers, how'd you and Connie

ever meet each other?

- Oh, look.

- And now we have the announcement

of the winner in this, the last race.

Mr. AJ Jones driving his Maxwell.

- How about something to eat?

- Fine.

- Would you like to join us, Mr. Myers?

- Yeah, thanks.

- [Announcer] The winning cars

of the Concours d'Elegance

are now on display on the lawn.

The grand prize winner in

the $10,000-and-over class,

a Rolls-Royce convertible

owned by Mr. Jack Milner of Beverly Hills,

is at the head of the line.

- A man who drives as well

as you should see this.

- Sure, it'll be an education.

- He'll be so interested.

- May we see your car, sir?

- You certainly may.

- Thank you.

Now, this is one of the few

convertible Rolls-Royces ever made.

Exactly like the one owned

by the king of Denmark.

- It's beautiful.

- Say, Connie, the way you

stowed away those hot dogs,

I thought you said you'd just had lunch.

- It's the fresh air.

The peace and quiet of the country.

- Peace and quiet.

They're keeping it undercover,

but a friend of mine told me

they're looking for a m*rder*r.

A guy named Frank Webster.

They think he's in the park.

- I should think this would

be a nice place to hide out.

- They don't actually

know he's guilty, do they?

- He's guilty.

Say, where'd you say you were from?

Bill, isn't it?

- El Centro.

- Oh?

Say, do you know Elmo Redding up there?

- No, I don't.

- That's funny.

Thought everybody knew Elmo.

Owns half the town.

- No, I don't remember him.

- Say, how'd you and

Connie ever get together?

- I needed a driver.

I heard they might ban women drivers,

so I asked Bill to drive for me.

- Thought you said you

haven't driven much.

- But he has.

He's driven lots.

- You don't look like a sports-car man.

- How can you tell?

- Well, it's a rather expensive hobby.

- Money doesn't make a good driver, Faber.

- Well, I didn't say it did, Connie.

All I said was that Bill didn't

look like a sports-car man.

He looks more like a truck driver to me.

- Come on, Bill, let's

get over to the pit.

- Say, Connie, I never thought

I'd see you with that type.

- You'll never see me

with your type either.

- [Announcer] Mrs. John Howell,

your small son Peter is

at the announcer's booth.

He says he isn't lost, but you are.

If anyone has a set of extra

spark plugs for a Ferarri,

please check--

- This is

where we get checked over.

Eddie!

- Hi, Miss Adair, how are you?

- Fine, Eddie.

How are you?

- Can't complain.

How's the car feeling?

- Oh, it's fine, too.

Would you check it over for me?

- I guess you're not driving in the race.

- This is Bill Myers.

He's driving.

- She sure is a hot one, Mr. Myers.

- She sure is.

Can I leave it here tonight

and get it first thing in the morning?

- I'll have it ready for you

first thing in the morning.

- Thanks, Eddie.

Hey, Sally.

- Hi, Connie, how are you?

Where's your wheels?

- Oh, we left our car in the pit.

- Hi, you been buzzing

any hay trucks lately?

- No.

- That was the most.

- Oh, Sally Phillips, this is Bill Myers.

- Glad to know you.

Come on, we're going to a party.

- Whose?

- Mine.

- What for?

- For fun.

- I mean, what's the occasion?

- Oh, all of us lady drivers

who aren't allowed to drive

are going to celebrate breaking training.

- Now, you know you've

never been in training.

- Doesn't mean I can't break it.

Come on.

Say, where are you two staying tonight?

Or, um, should I ask?

- We're looking.

- [Sally] You'll never

find anything around here.

This town's packed.

You wanna stay with us?

- Oh, we don't want to

intrude on your folks.

- It won't be any trouble.

We'll have a ball.

You haven't got a friend, have you?

- No.

- Believe me, he hasn't.

- Well, it won't be any intrusion.

My folks are gonna be up all night anyway.

- How come?

- My dad's a deputy and

they're looking for a man.

- Oh, goodness sakes.

- But then who isn't?

But they'll be out beating the bushes

and coming back for coffee and out looking

and coming back for sandwiches

and, well, let's go.

- No, I just remembered,

we do have a place to stay.

- Oh, well, you can come

for a drink, can't you?

- No, I'm afraid not.

It'll make us late.

- If you're in such a

rush, I'll give you a lift.

- No, it'll make us late.

Thanks.

- I'm beginning to understand

why you haven't got a friend.

Think it's worth it, Connie,

to find a guy that can drive?

- Well, nice to have met you, Miss.

- Likewise, I'm sure.

Say, if you don't want to go to the party,

would you like to join the manhunt?

- No, thanks.

- I didn't think so.

- Where are we going, Frank?

- Park's getting hot.

- Wouldn't you rather

give up and get caught?

- No.

Come on.

Me and that car together are

just too hot for this park

till we're on our way to Mexico.

- Well, where are we going now?

- For a walk.

If it takes all night.

- Oh, Frank, what on Earth

are you trying to prove?

- That it's harder to hit a moving target.

- But you keep moving.

- I'd feel safer with you.

- You don't even trust me, do you?

- Any reason why I should?

- Oh, no, of course not.

I haven't been any help at all.

- You're good company, though.

- Couldn't we just stop

by the side of the road?

- No!

- What's wrong with that?

- I said no!

(panting)

- I'm tired.

- Exercise is good for your figure.

- There's nothing wrong with my figure.

- I've noticed.

- I'm not going any farther.

(tense instrumental music)

- Everybody's on your side.

(sighs)

- Oh!

Oh.

I like it here.

- I thought you would.

Come on.

- Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh, Frank, you're as tired as I am.

- Don't tell me you like it here, too.

I just want to carry

you over the threshold.

It may not be much, but we call it home.

- How did you know about it?

- Criminal mind.

Always checking hideouts.

- Oh, Frank, why didn't you tell me

we were coming someplace definite?

- I like surprises.

- Well, I don't.

(bird cawing)

Oh, Frank.

- It'll look better after

the furniture arrives.

- I'd rather walk.

- Don't go away.

- Oh, Frank, you're not

still afraid I'll run away.

- We kid around a little, Connie,

but this is life and death, mine.

So we'll play it real safe.

- All I want you to do is give yourself up

and face the charges.

- And I want you to

mind your own business.

- Okay.

For all I care, you can go to Africa.

And stay there.

Why should I try to--

- Don't cry.

- I'm not.

- Why should I try to convince you that--

- I love you.

(gentle instrumental music)

Morning.

- Good morning.

- Come here.

Great day for the race.

You're beautiful in the morning.

I'll miss you.

- You won't have the opportunity.

- Meet me in Mexico?

- If you go to Mexico,

you'll give up the only chance you've got.

- That's not the way I see it.

- Well, believe me, you see it wrong.

If you give me a chance, I'll prove it.

- Send me a postcard.

- Don't you want me?

- I want you.

You're the most beautiful

thing I've ever known.

But I can't afford to stay.

- Oh, but you're innocent.

- It isn't what you are that counts.

- It is!

- It's what you get taken for.

- Someday what you really are

is going to catch up with you.

Be worth fighting for.

I just hope it isn't too late.

- Thanks for everything.

- Frank!

- I'll tell them where you are.

- Oh, Frank.

Please, don't do this.

- I'm sorry.

- [Announcer] All drivers who have not yet

signed their insurance forms,

please report to the booth.

Dr. Samson, call your office.

- Hi, Eddie.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Myers.

- How is she?

- Great little car.

She's in top shape.

(engine revving)

- Help!

Help!

Help!

Somebody come let me out!

- [Announcer] Your attention, please.

All cars on the starting line.

All cars.

- Good luck, Mr. Myers.

- [Announcer] Jackson 39,

get in the starting line.

This is the feature

race, The International,

a 98-mile race into Mexico.

The track is closed.

- Where's Connie?

- Watching.

- She sure has a lot of faith in you.

- Seems to.

- Too much, in my opinion.

I still don't think you belong here,

and I think I'll prove it.

Good luck.

- Thanks for everything.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- Help!

Help!

Help, help!

- [Announcer] Torres is back up now.

The race will start any moment.

They're off!

- [Connie] Help!

Help!

Help!

(tense instrumental music)

Can you give me a ride to the races?

- Sure, but--

- I'll explain later.

- [Announcer] The field is spreading out.

Daniels in the lead,

Robinson second, Nagel third.

As the cars go into the straightaway,

Daniels is holding the

lead, but Nagel is moving up

to challenge Robinson for second.

All moving down the course,

individual duels are shaping up.

Trading the field are the

two fastest qualifiers--

Bill Myers in 55 who's driving cautiously,

but he's being pushed by Faber Hatfield,

who's driving that very hot 17c

and wants to make a real race of it.

It's Nagel off and running very fast,

but he's planning out of the turn

and takes the escape path.

He's turning around now and

coming back onto the track.

He'll have trouble getting

their lead back again.

Bill Myers and Faber Hatfield

are still fighting it out,

with Hatfield pressing Myers all the way,

almost forcing him to stay in there.

He's crowding Myers into the turn,

and Myers can't make it.

He's out on the escape route,

but swinging around

and back up the course,

picking up speed.

He was driving cautiously up to this,

but now he's really moving.

Maybe he wants to pay Hatfield back

for that crowding on the turn.

But he'll have to catch him first.

Entering turn number seven,

he's moving into the lead.

Jensen second in 59, spins

out, but he's all right.

It's a very sharp turn,

and the boys are taking it fast.

Hatfield is still moving up on Myers,

who's trying to get

back up there with him.

Gordon leads pack into turn number seven,

where Jensen spun out.

(tires skidding)

Myers is back in the race

and now pressing Hatfield.

Myers passes!

As they approach the

last turn onto the park,

it's Tupper holding the lead

with Daniels pressing close behind.

Myers and Hatfield

are in a challenging

position for the lead,

and they swing out of the park

and into the mountains

on the way to Mexico.

For further progress on this

great race, The International,

listen to the bulletins on your radio.

- All right, there's the phone,

but I don't see what

good it's gonna do you.

The race has already started.

- Operator?

Give me the police.

Police?

Listen very carefully.

The driver of car 55 in The

International is Frank Webster.

Just try to stop him at the border.

He's innocent.

Thanks for the lift.

- Well, it looks like

it's okay now, Eddie.

- Yeah, she's all ready.

- Harrison.

- Connie, how are you?

- Harrison, can I use your--

- Too bad

you can't drive in the race.

Connie, what's the matter?

- Why aren't you racing?

- Something happened to the starter, but--

- Is it all right now?

- Yeah, sure, but--

- Could I use your car?

- Connie, it's too late

to drive in the race.

- I've got to get to the border.

I'll use the main highway.

- Say, what is this?

- I'll explain it later.

It's important to me, Harrison, please.

- Hey, Eddie, is she ready to go now?

- [Eddie] Perfect.

- Connie, are you sure you're all right?

- I will be.

Thank you, Harrison.

(engine revving)

(tense instrumental music)

- The white Jag, here he comes.

(g*nshots)

- What is it?

- That's Frank Webster.

- I'll get him.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- You all right, Faber?

- Yes, thanks.

- He's all right.

(distant sirens blaring)

How'd the cops find out?

- I turned you in.

- How'd you get out?

- Set the building on fire.

- You're a pretty dangerous

character yourself.

- You could have run away

instead of helping him.

Why didn't you?

- Because you're right, Connie.

And I'm going back.

Besides, I'm getting used to you.

- Oh, Frank.

What you really are is worth fighting for.

And it isn't too late.

- For us, it's just the beginning.

(dramatic instrumental music)