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Pretty fancy buggy.

- I like it.
- Pretty fancy driver.

You gonna eat lunch in here?

I'd planned to.

Swell, so am I.

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?
- I'll wait.

Is that what you run that jalopy on?

Pineapple juice?

Well, I'll go look for it.
Be right back.

Ever race it?

You ought to look into that race
that goes to Mexico, The International.

I'm racing it.

Real sport?

I couldn't find anything back there.

But I put your hamburger on.

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?
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.

Murder, that's what it is.

- You can say that again.
- Murder.

- 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 shoot as straight as any cop.

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.

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.

I'll give you a lift.

What's your name?

Bob Nielson's mine.

Myers, Bill Myers.

Myers?

Where you from?

You ask a lot of questions, Mr. Nielson,
but I'm from El Centro.

Right near where Webster
killed that guy?

- 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.
- No you don't.

Stop it, both of you!

He's hurt, we better get a doctor.

- Come on, Mexico.
- Where do you think you're going?

- You're not gonna leave that man here.
- With you.

Give me the car keys.

- Webster?
- Come on.

Well, I had to turn everything upside
down, but I finally found.

Well, where is everybody?

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 murder.

Yes, a murder!

I can't tell you about it on the phone.
Highway 74.

For heaven's sake, hurry up.

It's a police car.

I've got a bullet 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.

What'll it be, folks?

- Fill her up.
- Right.

Keys?

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 bomb.

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.

Been talking to myself.

Going someplace?

Well, she's all checked
out and ready to go.

That'll be four dollars.

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?

She does.

But he don't seem like the Jag type.

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 gun wound.
- It must have been Frank Webster.

- How do you know?
- 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?
- 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.
- 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?

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?

Then I find him on the floor.

I better put some lipstick on.
They might want to take my picture?

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.

Don't let it bother you.

I guess I should be grateful
you haven't murdered 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?

'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.

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.

Stop this car.

He's liable to shoot,
is that what you want?

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?

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?
- 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?

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.

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.

This country reminds me of the time
I was bitten by a rattlesnake.

Only five 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.

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 murder.

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 killed 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.

Hey, you stop more than you ride.

Well, whoever they were, they must
have gone on through to the highway.

Maybe, doesn't hurt just to keep
trying, though.

I wish I'd taken a better
look at them last night.

Let's take a break.

Once over this road is enough for me.

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?
- 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, 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, Mr. Myers?

Are you going to ride with me
in The International tomorrow?

You're so right.

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 gun
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.

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.

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.

I'm sorry, but that's what they decided.

I'll drive.

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 killed.

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, here are your numbers, 55.

Stick them on before the test.

Well, I'll be watching you and.

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.

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.

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.

You forgot your numbers!

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?
- Yes.

Especially for hay trucks.

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?
- No, but I've driven everything

from hot rods to tanks.

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?

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.

Post 12, that truck!
Post 12, that truck!

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.

Wow!

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 murder.

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.
- 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?

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 murder 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.

- You folks racing?
- Wouldn't miss it.

Hey, that's a nice-looking
Jag you got there.

They're, 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.

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.

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.

Maybe we can mail it to him.

Nice hideout?

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 killed.

And his truck went over the side.

Then how can they accuse you
of murder?

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 gang 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?

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, a Lovers' Lane.

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.

Let go of my arm.

I'll break it for you if
you try any more tricks!

- Faber, hey, Faber!
- Sit down!

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.

I take it all back.
Wait a minute.

Here is the Stanley Steamer,

ready to defend its honor
against the Model T.

Wait a minute.

Here comes Dennis Maxwell.

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?

We just picked up a bite of lunch.

When are you gonna get your
pit check?

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?

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?

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.

The winning cars of the
Concours d'Elegance

are now on display on the lawn.

The grand prize winner in the
10 thousand dollar-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, thank you.
- You certainly may.

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 murderer.

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.

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.

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?
- 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?
- We left our car in the pit.

Hi, you been buzzing
any hay trucks lately?

- No.
- That was the most.

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?

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, should I ask?

We're looking.

You'll never find anything around here.

This town's packed.
You wanna stay with us?

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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?

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!

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.

Everybody's on your side.

I like it here.

I thought you would.

- Come on.
- No.

- 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.

Frank, why didn't you tell me we were
coming someplace definite?

- I like surprises.
- Well, I don't.

Frank.

It'll look better after
the furniture arrives.

I'd rather walk.

Don't go away.

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.

- 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.
- 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.

- Frank, please, don't do this.
- I'm sorry.

All drivers who have not yet
signed their insurance forms,

please report to the booth.

Dr. Samson, call your office.

- Hi, Eddie.
- Good morning, Mr. Myers.

- How is she?
- Great little car.

She's in top shape.

Help, help!

Help!

Somebody come let me out!

Your attention, please.

All cars on the starting line.
All cars.

Good luck, Mr. Myers.

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.

Help!

Help!

Help, help!

Torres is back up now.

The race will start any moment.
They're off!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Can you give me a ride to the races?

- Sure, but.
- I'll explain later.

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,

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.

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?
- Perfect.

Connie, are you sure you're all right?

I will be, thank you, Harrison.

The white Jag, here he comes.

- What is it?
- That's Frank Webster.

I'll get him.

- You all right, Faber?
- Yes, thanks.

He's all right.

- 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.

Frank, what you really are is worth
fighting for.

And it isn't too late.

For us, it's just the beginning.