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Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell.

But I've been seen with Farrah.

I've never been with anything less than a man.

So fine.

I've been on fire with Sally Field.

Gone fast with a girl named Bo.

But somehow they just don't end up as mine.

It's a death-defying life I lead.

I take my chances.

I die for living in the movies and TV.

But the hardest thing I ever do is watch my leading

ladies kiss some other guy while I'm bandaging my knee.

I might fall from a tall building.

I might roll a brand new car.

Cause I'm the unknown stuntman that made Redford such a star.

I've never spent much time in school.

But I've taught ladies plenty.

It's true I hire my body out from pay.

Hey, hey.

I've gotten burned over Cheryl Teague's blown-up poor rockin' welch.

But when I wind up in the hay, it's only hay.

Hey, hey.

I might jump an open drawbridge or toss it from a vine.

Cause I'm the unknown stuntman that makes Eastwood look so fine.

Okay, Pat.

Coming into the last lap.

Keep the clock going.

Operation's working well.

And you're driving like an ace.

Keep your tail in!

What do you think of that, Pat?

It's coming!

It's coming!

It's coming!

Cover up!

It's a truck!

Come on!

Give it down!

Give it down!

Down!

Down!

Come on, Pat!

Come on, Pat!

Come in!

Come in!

Hold on!

You can do it, boy!

Cover up!

Cover up!

Drive!

Drive!

Drive!

Just a second!

Gary, you need this.

Why?

To wake up.

You've been working with Pat every morning.

Then you gotta come here.

I know you're beat.

Thanks.

Marie, I wanna tell you about this new film I'm gonna produce.

I've never been so excited about anything in my whole life.

After I wrote it, I said to myself, Howie,

there's only one person who can play this role.

Marie Osmond.

I wrote it with you in mind, Marie.

I'm your biggest fan.

I mean, there's no one in the whole world

who's more wonderful or sweeter than you are.

And I'm talking pure sugar.

Marie, I figure we can re-team you with Donny.

Think of it.

Marie Osmond and Donny Osmond starring in Palomino's Summer.

It's gonna be show business news, and that... What?

Your schedule.

What?

Hey, Marie, I understand.

I understand.

I'll catch you in your next special.

Yeah.

Marie Osmond?

You heard him.

Yeah.

Well, come on, gang.

It's time to earn a living.

Come on, Howie.

Are you ready, Colt?

Right behind you, kid.

Please.

Forget Virginia Woolf.

Forget Cleopatra.

This is without question the best part you're gonna ever run across.

I wrote it with you in mind.

It's got charm.

It's got warmth.

It's got passion.

It's got...

Well, it could be played as a sophisticated comedy.

It's all in the way you look at it.

Anyway, I figured I'd re-team you with Richard Burton.

Think of it.

Liz Taylor and Richard Burton starring in Palomino's Summer.

This'll be show business history.

I got you plays.

Liz, you're not gonna believe this, but I

originally conceived of this project as a play.

Not now.

All right, Liz.

Thanks anyway.

Hey, that Elizabeth Taylor you're talking to?

Yeah.

She's real charming.

You mean first Marie Osmond and now Elizabeth Taylor?

You mean for the same part in your movie?

I call it the secret of casting is flexibility.

Oh, yeah.

You didn't use my name, did you?

Well, yeah, I did.

They wouldn't have picked up my calls otherwise.

You don't mind, do you?

Oh, yeah, I do mind.

I figured you'd want to be involved in my

picture, and I can use all the help I can get.

I don't mind helping you out, kid, but just check with me next time, huh?

Sure.

Can I call Raquel Welsh?

Well, now, that's one I wish I could help you out with.

Um, do you have her number?

Uh, I'm working.

It's a nice-looking machine.

Yeah, but is it worth all that money?

It is to Mr. Fargo.

Great time.

Look at that.

Yeah, you beat most of the qualifiers.

You could drive a car yourself.

Nope, you're gonna race it.

I thought we were a team.

Oh, we are.

Building and designing cars for other people's

okay, but you're gonna get behind the wheel with us.

I don't know.

Come on, I got a lot of money sunk into this thing.

What I'm really betting on is you.

Well, I appreciate that.

Maybe next year.

Nope, too late.

I've already got you entered into the Arizona 500 this weekend.

Take a look at that.

Mr. Patterson.

My name is Larry Davids.

This is Mark Turner.

Mark.

Hi.

Colt Seavers, my partner.

Yeah, hi.

Hi.

What can we do for you?

Our law firm prepared to pay you $50,000 for your car...

with all of its modifications.

$50,000?

That's right.

I've got the check right here, Mr. Patterson.

Who's willing to pay that kind of money?

We can't divulge that information.

Industrial security.

How'd you hear about the car?

It hasn't even raced.

Well, the racing business is a small world.

Word gets around fast.

Now, wait a minute.

Let me get this clear.

You're willing to shell out $50,000 for an unknown quantity?

It's untested.

Exactly.

But we're entered in the Arizona 500 this weekend.

Yes, sir.

We're very aware of that.

We would prefer it not run in the Arizona 500.

We'd like to premiere it at Daytona.

It's much better coverage.

Would you excuse us a minute, please?

It's a windfall, Cole.

For me and you.

I'd like to see you get your money back and more.

Yeah, I would too, Pat, but doesn't it sound a bit weird?

Who cares?

As long as our money's good.

What if you raced and came in a winner?

Could even get into a bidding war.

We've come too far.

Come on, let's go for it.

Besides, I want to see you win.

I don't know.

That offer looks awful good to me.

Well, it also means that you wouldn't have to drive.

It's time you'd get back behind that wheel and get rid of those ghosts.

It's not only for the money.

It's for you too, pal.

Sorry, fellas.

See me after the Phoenix race.

We can talk business then.

You're making a big mistake, Mr. Patterson.

You could lose the race... and the money.

We'll take that chance.

Why do I have this sinking feeling in my stomach?

Because you're hungry at 7.30.

Feels like we've been up for hours.

Well, we have.

I got a dated location.

I'll see you here same time tomorrow.

You're on.

And tomorrow, Pat, you're taking it around, okay?

Patch me into the race track clubhouse.

Put me through to Mr. Fargo.

Tell Fargo where it's Turner and Davis.

Here they come, folks.

They're hoping for a green flag... and they're dropping three.

We've got the spot.

A lot of hopefuls here in this world... for a governor hating to qualify...

for the big event this weekend... the Phoenix 500... the number 92 supercharger.

Check this afternoon.

Excuse me.

Call for you, Mr. Fargo.

Thank you.

Fargo here.

We just spoke with Patterson.

Did he accept?

No.

He's gonna race.

I don't want that car here, Mark.

Change his mind.

Might not be that easy.

Seems he's involved... with someone else in the car.

Occult Seavers?

Apparently he's the backer.

Then get to him.

Try to convince him.

Nice work, Larry.

Don't make this any more difficult... than it has to be.

I sure wouldn't want to do that.

We just want you to deliver... a message for us.

Yeah, well... ever think of Western Union?

Oh, this is much faster.

We don't want you... or Patterson... or that car... showing up in Phoenix.

I don't like your method... of convincing people.

You're lucky, Seavers.

Somehow I don't feel like that.

We could kill you any time.

It's just not our purpose... to keep Patterson... away from that race.

What the hell happened to you?

Never mind.

Just pack your bag.

Where are we going?

Phoenix.

I got a sudden urge to win.

I just don't get it, Cole.

Why would they want to hit on you?

Somebody doesn't want you... making a comeback.

Well, why don't we... just call the police?

Tell them what?

Those guys were only messengers.

They said they were lawyers.

They're high-priced messengers... who smiled like lawyers.

No, they hit like pro-muscle... and professionals don't quit.

You think... they're... just... gonna make another pass at us?

I'd bet my life on it.

Maybe a smart thing... would be to turn back.

No way.

We're going to Phoenix... and you're gonna win that race.

I was afraid... you were gonna say that.

We've been on his tail... since we talked to you last.

They're still headed for Phoenix.

Seavers is not what I would call... a reasonable man.

I assume you gave him... a very forceful argument.

Very forceful.

Any more so... and he wouldn't be able to walk.

Get the car.

Without that... there's no point... in any of them showing up.

I suggest... you use your connections.

Both of them.

How?

Well, they gotta stop somewhere.

Those two know... every place they could stop.

Consider it done.

Now let's take a break, huh?

Yeah.

Lively little...

What a good looking spot.

Bartender, two beers.

You mind doing some driving when we leave here, would you?

Sure, why not?

I'm fresh as a daisy.

At least I can do what with all you're doing for me.

Yeah, well, I'm doing as much for me as I am for you.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Thanks, honey.

Thank you.

Hey, things are looking up around here.

Heavy Mickeys, Jim.

Knock them out.

Hi.

You boys look like you could use some physical therapy.

I suppose a little more couldn't hurt.

How'd you like to pull onto a shoulder for a while?

Why don't you just sit down and we'll talk about it.

Some tea with honey and four brandies on the side.

Um, no brandy.

Oh, come on.

You could use a little pig men.

We got a long way to go.

Hey, wait a minute, Cole.

We got a little time to kill.

Maybe these ladies would like to kill a little more.

I'll load it with us.

Let's see.

There's Donna's car.

Those two guys will be busy for a while.

Let's toast our looking fine in each other.

I'll drink to that.

You can drink anything.

Maybe I shouldn't drink on an empty stomach.

I'll drink to that.

You didn't drink your drink.

It sure is some expensive perfume you've got on.

I'm some expensive lady.

Excuse me.

Hey, what's happening?

Hey, Cole.

Precious Daisy.

Yeah, well, I guess he's back.

You were missed, big guy.

Where'd you go in such a hurry?

Next door to check accommodations.

Driving makes me sleepy.

Drink up.

You can sleep later.

Will you first?

That drinkie doesn't agree with me, honey.

Doesn't agree with me either, honey.

First, we're gonna have a little talk.

And then we're gonna borrow your car.

Are we?

Yes, sir.

Crew's ready to take apart the car right now.

You're not gonna have to worry about it anymore.

Excellent.

I knew our connections would work.

I really don't feel very good.

What's the matter with me?

The girl drugged you.

That's what's the matter with you.

Shame on her.

I'm all right.

Yeah, maybe you better watch the car, huh?

Now they're taking back his head if I get him.

All right, let's move him back out.

Okay.

We'll do a little customizing work here with the sledge.

Okay, let's take it apart.

We sure were set up good, weren't we?

Yeah, by a couple of pros.

I don't know what they put in that drink, but

my teeth feel like they're covered in suede.

I sure could use a cup of coffee.

No more stops except to gas up.

Only thing is the needle's bumping empty.

Why do I get the feeling this car is more important than I am?

Here we go.

From turn four.

That's the devil's shot standard.

Just... But she's losing control.

She's losing control going into the scenery box.

It's a real pleasure to see you all again.

Listen, I hope you and all the other drivers

come to my private banquet after the race.

It's kind of an annual tradition.

It's a real joy to me.

I've been racing it all my life.

Mr. Fargo.

Your private line.

Thank you, Miss Stewart.

Hey, hello.

They got the car.

That can't be.

What happened to the connections?

It didn't pan out.

It's just a temporary setback, Mr. Fargo.

I assure you, Patterson will not make it to Phoenix.

Look, destroy the car.

Don't worry about Patterson.

Yes, sir.

When we're through with that car, they won't even be able to use it for parts.

All right.

Can I have that cup of coffee now?

First the car, then you.

Let's wait till they get inside, then we'll get the coffee.

Another cup?

Thanks.

Okay.

You live around here?

No.

Would you like to?

For a couple of hours?

Ah, thanks.

Car!

Get it started!

I can't!

Then get out of there!

Colt!

Are you all right?

No, just singing in the rain.

What happened now?

Seavers must have had horseshoes for breakfast.

He saved it.

Only a moron would have climbed into that flaming car.

Yeah.

A bulldog moron.

Or a stuntman.

We'll take Patterson and Seavers completely out.

That's the only way we're going to be able to protect your position in the race.

Uh, no.

I think we can solve our problems legally.

The police?

Exactly.

Isn't that dangerous?

Do it!

This thing is never going to make it to Phoenix the way it's running.

Well, I hope you feel better than the car.

It's just the fire and all.

When it all came back again?

Like a thunderbolt.

You want to talk about it?

Well...

We were taking a shipment of morphine through enemy territory to a base hospital.

Our regular driver got hit, so they asked me to drive.

They knew I'd been a race driver.

It's always the same nightmare.

It starts the same and ends the same.

Come on, Pat!

Move it, Steve!

Move it!

Hold on!

You can do it, boy!

Come on!

Cover up!

Cover up!

Try!

Try!

Try, Steve!

Come on, Pat!

Come on, Steve!

Move it!

Hang in there, Pat!

Hang in there!

Get a hold of...

I just don't want to talk about it anymore, okay?

One of these days, you're going to have to work it through, Pat.

Here they come.

Right on schedule.

That can't be for us.

Well, we're looking like a toasted marshmallow.

That's Miller with no license plates.

Who else would it be?

Well, you do the talking, okay?

Maybe we can talk him into a police escort the rest of the way.

Hands on dashboard!

Get him up there!

Don't move and nobody will get hurt.

You're being placed under arrest for the

transportation of a stolen vehicle across state lines.

Our report is specific.

We were told about the car you stole by an unimpeachable source.

Well, I can guess the rest.

It's a special race car insured for a fortune.

You should know.

But we need that car.

It's impounded until a representative of the insurance company can identify it.

Well, that's the whole idea.

I suppose it wouldn't do any good to remind you that my I.D.

shows that I'm an officer of the court.

For ten bucks, I can get an I.D.

that says I'm Miss America.

Would you believe it?

I don't know, Colt.

I'm tired.

Maybe it's better if it just all ends this way.

Can't end here, Pat.

You got a life to start living.

Sure, Colt.

Driving was my life before NAM.

I used to love the feel of that wheel.

Take cover!

Stop!

Now!

This is tracking!

Get it down!

Get it down!

Get it down!

Get it down!

Get it down!

Come on, Pat.

Move it!

Move this thing!

Move it!

Move it!

You can do it, boy!

Come around!

Come around!

Drive!

Drive, Pat!

Hit the Janete!

Come on, Pat!

dynamically!

Move it!

Hey, I can hear it.

Pat, hey, Pat!

He got it!

He got it!

machinery,

приходel, Billy, I didn't mean it, Billy.

Where are you, Billy?

I'm sorry, Billy.

Billy, where are you?

I didn't mean it.

Where are you?

It's no good cold.

I can't forget.

Of course you can't forget.

You just got to get past it.

You got it all bottled up.

Oh.

Oh, those guys.

They were counting on me to bring that stuff through the line.

You and Billy.

Yeah, I heard you mention his name.

Who is he?

Who was he?

Just my best friend, that's all.

Billy Lucas.

He used intelligence and he was riding shotgun on the trip.

And then all of a sudden they just busted out at us from all over.

It was a wrong place.

Wrong place?

Yeah.

We were supposed to be on friendly ground and all of a sudden they hit us.

It was like they knew we were coming.

I was the only one that got away.

What happened to Lucas?

I tried to get in.

Pulled him out of the fire.

But the truck blew up.

It wasn't your fault, Pat.

Don't tell me.

If I wasn't such a big mouth.

Best damn driver on the circuit, I told my CO.

Bill came through.

What about my car?

Impounded until Monday, so we can clear title.

But we have to race it on Sunday.

Too bad.

Go home.

I think that cop was right.

We should just go home and forget about this race.

No way.

Why not?

Because that's what he wants us to do.

Who?

Whoever keeps hitting on us.

Colt, nothing's worth going through all this for.

Look, people can be afraid some of the time.

But you can't be afraid all the time.

I just can't.

I just can't do it.

Yeah, well, I'm going ahead and you're coming with me.

Just give me one good reason.

Because I said that's why.

Now, come on.

Okay, let's get to work.

Work on what?

On the car.

We need a distributor, three tires.

We need a parts store.

We're in a parts store.

Come on.

Colt.

Ah, Colt.

Well, there's a rotor.

Uh-huh.

There's the tires.

Uh-huh.

There's the brakes.

Uh-huh.

Delighted to hear from you.

Especially since you have nothing disturbing to report.

It looks like it's all over.

Ah.

That's fine.

Come on in.

Come on in.

I feel like a thief.

Well, I don't like that word.

What word did you have in mind?

Uh, credits.

Credit?

Yeah, we'll pay them back from our winnings.

Besides, the police are supposed to save lives.

Yeah, but... Well, that's what they're doing.

Let's go.

Okay, cowboy.

Did you sort of get the feeling they don't want me racing?

You haven't raced in a long time, Pat.

Why should they worry?

You're really great for the ego.

It just doesn't make sense.

Some of the top race drivers in the country are gonna be in this race.

Maybe we should have just taken the 50 grand they

offered us up front for the car in the first place.

I don't think they're concerned about you winning the race.

Well, then what are they after?

Look at what's happened.

Whoever's behind this has been tightening the screws little by little, bit by bit.

I mean, first they tried to buy you out.

Which you, if I may remind you, my dear friend, wouldn't accept.

That's right.

All right, so then what did they do next?

They roughed you up.

Right, but they could have been rougher.

And then next?

They stole the car.

Tried to cut it up in little pieces and then burn it up.

What are you saying?

Well, what's so special about the car?

I mean, it's never even been in a race, nobody knows what's under the hood.

They're not after the car, they're after you.

Well, you just said yourself you didn't think I was that big a threat.

This has nothing to do with racing.

Who are your enemies, anyway?

I don't think I have any.

That's too bad.

Oh, thanks.

I'd make it easier if you did have enemies.

Are you trying to tell me someone doesn't want me in Phoenix?

That's right.

Someone doesn't want to hurt me unless he has to.

Exactly.

And now we're almost in Phoenix.

Exactly where he doesn't want you to be.

Which means?

Whoever it is, they're waiting for you.

Who the hell could it be?

Well, that's what we're going to find out.

How are you going to do that, take an ad out in the newspaper?

No.

But you're close.

There on top of that try-down special, I believe will be the 57A special,

driven by Pat Mellison, picking up the final confidence fund for tomorrow's big race.

This is Meredith McRae at the side of the Arizona

500, and with me right now is Pat Patterson.

Now, Pat, you haven't raced in a long time.

What are your thoughts on the eve of this big race?

Well, actually, Meredith, I feel pretty nervous.

And a little old hat.

And the illustrious company, all these other guys.

You look like Pat Patterson, but you sure don't sound like him.

Well, maybe that's because I feel a little out of place.

The fact is, I'm probably over my head.

What do you mean?

I mean, you don't sound very confident about your chances in winning the race.

How come?

Well, if the truth were known, I'd feel pretty stupid, actually.

What do you mean, Pat?

Well, I just turned down the chance of a lifetime.

You know the old song about the bird in the hand?

Well, I just offered $50,000 for my car.

Kind of wishing I'd accepted the offer.

Well, let's take him at his word.

You want us to offer the $50,000 again?

Mmm, let's make it $75,000.

For sentimental reasons.

Well, the countdown is on.

Less than 18 hours to go before the start of the race.

It's part of the Arizona 500.

Some of the world's best drivers are entered in the race.

And I'll be back bringing you latest updates on what's going on right here.

Pat, you're gonna drive in that race.

I'm cold.

I just can't.

I'm sick.

I got butterflies in my stomach.

Look, I don't care if they're eagles.

It's you and no one else.

Who is it?

Mr. Patterson.

We need to talk with you.

Thank you, Suzanne.

As you know, tomorrow's race is critically...

Sorry, on TV.

It's not often somebody gets two chances at these things.

We happen to work for an employer that's particularly generous.

He's upped his offer for your car to $75 ,000.

Just, uh, who is this employer of yours?

That's not part of the deal.

Well, let's make it part of the deal.

That's good, Pat.

Good.

All right, gentlemen, let's consider the options here.

There's, uh, arson, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder.

Forget it.

Or?

Or simple theft.

You could use a year in jail for a well -needed rest.

It's called deal bargaining.

All right, I'll tell you what you want to know.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the 17th annual Phoenix 500.

All concession stands and souvenir program booths...

Mr. Fargo.

Thank you.

Mr. Fargo?

Patterson.

Seems like you two know each other.

Cole, uh, I've never seen this guy before.

Well, he recognizes you.

Call security.

These men have no right to be here.

We have every right to be here.

Why did you try to keep us from coming?

Go ahead, Enix.

That's Billy Lucas.

What?

Billy.

What happened?

Why?

The only man who could have recognized me.

Recognized you?

I don't get it.

Two of us were like this together.

You escaped from that explosion.

You went home.

You never even told me you were safe.

I wanted to tell you, but...

things change too fast.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'm beginning to get the picture.

You were in intelligence.

You planned the convoy route.

If there was anybody who had knowledge of a hit, it had to be you.

Pat.

You set me up.

You set us all up.

What for?

I needed the money.

So you planned to hijack a truckload of morphine.

It got out of control.

Eighteen guys bought it because of you.

I'm sorry.

It was a mistake.

Yeah.

Why don't you tell the wives and the kids about that?

Yeah.

Make a heck of a team.

Watch out for the people.

Be more careful picking your friends next time.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Try and cut him off.

I guess it's over for you, Lucas.

I have to know one thing.

If you'd seen me in the street, would you recognize me?

Not a chance.

That change that much?

Yeah.

You're fat.

How's your arm?

Just okay.

You didn't ask me to drive for you.

I didn't have to.

It's been quite a day.

Yeah, what do you want to do to round it out?

Well, in the old days, I would have said, let's go get drunk.

Now?

Why don't we go get drunk?

The car's not going to make the race anyhow.

My friend, you've already won the race.

I feel like a big load's been lifted off my shoulders.

Well, you had to excise those demons.

Well, you showed me how.

Now all I got to do is figure out how to pay

for one truck, a trailer, and three police cars.

Don't forget the bail money Terry advanced you.

Oh.

Well, I've been thinking.

Maybe there is a way we can get that money for you.

I don't read you.

Well, let me spell it out.

You agree the car has potential.

Yeah.

And you agree I'm back in my old racing form?

Yeah.

Well, then all we got to do is get the car back in shape.

You know, Daytona comes up pretty quick.

How are you going to do that with one hand?

By taking a page out of the Colt Seavers psychological engineering manual.

You make about as much sense as Howie.

Well, what I mean is, this time I watch while you work.

I duck and you fight.

I rest and you drive.

That's enough eyes.

What kind of partnership is that?

Something like ours.

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