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We are flying over
the desert racing area

outside the capital city of Aku,

here in the newly
liberated country of Taftan.

And top race drivers
from all over the world

are here preparing for the
Dasht-I-Ravar 500-mile race

to be held here in
Taftan day after tomorrow.

Yes, Mr. Secretary,
he barely got away

after he dropped the
cassette at the bar.

That's right. And
that's why I've sent for

our bionic woman, Jaime Sommers.

Sent for? Kidnapped
is more like it.

Here she is. She just
walked in the door.

Yes, Mr. Secretary.
I'll keep you informed.

Right you are. Thank you.

Oscar, what is so important

that one of your men has to
call me out of my classroom

in the middle of an algebra
lesson, throw me on a plane,

take me clear across the country
without one word of explanation?

Was that the Secretary of State?

Yes, it was. And do
you have your passport?

Where are we going?

Southwest Asia. Taftan.

Oh.

Taftan. I read about that
yesterday in the newspaper

that a military junta took
over the country, huh?

They've virtually
sealed off the borders,

broke off all diplomatic relations,
and, yesterday afternoon,

invaded the American embassy.

One of our diplomats there
is actually an OSI agent.

He had on him a tape that was full of
six months of top-secret information.

Luckily, he dodged
the military police

long enough to drop off the tape

at a predetermined
place and hid the tape.

Our job is to get it out of there
before someone else does.

So, how do you
propose we get in there?

Ever hear of the Dasht-I-Ravar
International Race?

That's the one in the tire commercial,
isn't it? Goes across the desert?

Yeah. A man and a
woman will be in each car

going right through the
middle of the country. Oh, no.

The military police and
the new military government

won't try to stop it because it's
the year's biggest tourist attraction,

and the course,
just by accident,

happens to run right
by the town of Ariram.

That's where the tape is hidden.

And Jaime is gonna be
in a race car in Taftan.

In 14 hours.

Oy. Oy?

There's only one day now
before the world famous

Dasht-I-Ravar 500-mile race.

The leading drivers in
the world will be competing

in a grueling 500-mile race

across an open desert
course in the country of Taftan.

These autos travel on this
desert up to 100 miles an hour.

Wait a minute, Oscar. Now we
don't have to go that fast, right?

'Cause I'm not in
this thing to win.

Right?

Oscar?

Oscar?

Jaime,

there was something I
didn't tell you on the plane.

I didn't want to worry you.

But we're not the only ones
that know about this tape.

What does that mean?

We discovered a double agent
working in our communication center.

He found out about the tape, its
location, and sold the information.

To whom? I don't know.

Might be more than one
country involved here.

But you can bet that at
least one of these drivers here

have got the same
idea as we have.

Now, I'll answer your question.
I want you to win this race,

but not to the finish,

to that bar in Ariram.

And that's why I've gotten the
fastest desert car that money can buy,

and I've hired Tim
Sanders as your driver.

I've heard of Tim Sanders.

He is the best driver in
the world, in my opinion.

He's won four consecutive
Grand Prix races,

all before he
reached the age of 25.

He's had some bad luck in
the last couple of years, so, uh,

nobody will sponsor him.

Oh! Oscar Goldman excepted.

Oscar Bartholomew excepted.

Bartholomew?

I don't want anybody
to recognize my name.

Bartholomew. Even Tim Sanders.

I mean, he's a terrific driver.

But I don't want him to
know this is an OSI mission.

Besides, I don't think
the name "Goldman"

would go over too
well in this country.

Tim Sanders?

Yeah.

Mr. Bartholomew?

This is your navigator,
Jaime Sommers.

She navigated two races in
Baja last summer. Won them both.

Hi.

Uh, is something wrong
with my credentials?

No, no. Your
credentials are just fine.

Hi.

How's it going here?

As well as can be expected.
What does that mean?

Well, no offense, Bartholomew,

but this rig here is a turkey.

It's the best money can buy.

Maybe. But it's
sure not Grand Prix.

I don't know how
much I can do with it.

Well, isn't there some
way you can fix it up?

It's too late. They
don't allow any

modifications in the
car after the inspection.

It's gonna be impounded until
the start of the race tomorrow.

Well, since there's
nothing we can do here,

why not go back to the
hotel and have a drink,

discuss strategy?

Oh. Over dinner, I
hope. I'm starving.

I think I'd like that.

And it's very important you take the
shortcut through Ariram. Look, Tim.

You're crazy, Bartholomew.
Stay on the main trail.

One out of ten drivers
gets through Ariram.

Nobody does it anymore.

Oscar?

Well, I realize
it's a rough road,

but it's our only
chance for a sure win.

Now, we haven't got a
fast car, have we, Tim?

We can cut the
time down one hour.

Or get stranded
on a mountainside.

Jaime, you're the
navigator, tell him.

Well, Tim,
actually, I think that

Mr. Bartholomew
does have a point.

Two against one.

So, it's settled, you'll
go through Ariram.

Oh, brother!

Hey, listen. We've
got to get some sleep.

We've got a big day tomorrow.

Stay for a drink?

Well, I might have some coffee.

Thank you. Good
night, Mr. Bartholomew.

Good night, Miss Sommers.

Good night, Tim.

Ariram?

I think it's very romantic.

You know, if I weren't waiting
for a Grand Prix sponsor right now,

I would have told Bartholomew
what he can do with that map.

Oh, you're going back into
racing? I didn't know that.

After the crash
in Indianapolis...

I thought you'd retired.

At my age? Oh, I may
have had a slow year,

but, uh, I've got a Japanese
firm backing me now.

Matter of fact, I'm
designing my own car.

Oh, that's terrific.

Tim! Tiny Tim!

Oh, no!

Hey!

What brings you to the desert?

And who is this ravishing creature
sitting here with you? Hmm?

Jaime Sommers, my navigator.

Ah, Jaime Sommers.

And I'm here to race.

To race? So finally your Japanese
firm came through after all these years?

I was beginning to
think it was all a big lie.

My name is Carlos Scappini.

How do you do?

You might have heard of me.

What are you doing
here, Scappini?

A dust run like this is a little
below your league, isn't it?

Might get your Guccis dirty.

Oh, I race where
my sponsor tells me.

And usually I win. I see.

And now, would you come
and have a drink with me?

Well, thank you,
but I'm with Tim.

Oh, no, you are not with
Tim if you come with me.

I don't give up easily.

I can see that.

Why don't you leave
us alone, Scappini?

Per piacere, Jaime.

Scappini!

Excuse me, gentlemen. I
think I'm gonna go to my room.

I will escort you.

See you tomorrow. No, no. That's
quite all right. I'm fine. Thanks.

Let go of her. Hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey, Tiny Tim.

Get out of my way.
You drive like a woman,

and you fight like a woman.

Well, uh, don't push me.

I said a woman
and I mean la donna.

Come on, Jaime.
Let him cool off.

Excuse me, please.

Tim.

I'll get you for this,
Sanders! I will get you for this!

Come on. Let's get out of here.

We've got to get some rest.

Scappini? The Italian driver?

Yeah. Tim said that, uh, he
doesn't usually do this kind of a race.

No, he doesn't. He's the hottest
driver on the Grand Prix circuit.

Well, he was the
coldest last night.

Huh? Nothing.

In any case, whoever
the foreign agent is,

you can be sure
he's after the tape.

Jaime, be careful. Once
you're out on that race course,

the fighting could
get pretty dirty.

Tim? The pit stops are all set.
Gas, oil, tires, anything you need.

Here's your map. Thank you.

I'll see you at the finish line.

Good luck, pal. There you go.

What's that?

Your sick bag.

You'll need it.

And the Dutch driver,

Flewning, is also a major
contender here today.

American driver, Tim Sanders,
is trying for a comeback

after his near fatal crash at
Indianapolis four years ago.

Our government also welcomes
Le Mans winner Carlos Scappini.

A late entry is the Soviet
driver Alexei Kolyma.

And finally, the team of Sato
and Dizon from Hong Kong.

All the drivers are now making
final adjustment on their gear

as the race is about to begin.

Their engines have all
been tuned to a fine pitch,

their brakes and transmissions
checked one last time.

Our helicopter will be
tracking the race overhead

to give you a play-by-play
description of all the action.

Scappini is moving
into an early lead,

with the Hong Kong
team close behind him.

We certainly hope all the
cars are in good shape.

They are really going to take a
beating out there on our course.

And the racers are moving
out of the starting area

and off into the beautiful,
open desert country of Taftan,

which our new military government
pledges to preserve unmolested,

in all its natural beauty.

The American team is
overtaking the Soviets,

but the Soviet driver Kolyma
is not anxious to be passed,

and is trying to nudge
his way back into the lead.

The American, Tim Sanders,
has been run off the course!

This car's a dog.

If those Russians hadn't
been better equipped,

they'd have never
squeezed past me.

The Americans are
back in the race now.

Carlos Scappini is
enlarging his lead,

but the team from Hong
Kong is close behind.

The Dutch driver,
Flewning, in third place.

Fourth place, the
driver from Israel, Adis.

In fifth place, the
Greek, Disota.

One hundred miles into the race.

The Soviet team
is moving up fast,

closing Scappini's 10-minute lead
as they approach the first pit stop.

Oh, have you got
another sick bag?

The Americans,
Sanders and Sommers,

have just pulled into
their first pit stop now,

three minutes
behind the Soviets.

Where's the tires and the
equipment? I don't know.

They couldn't have just
gotten up and walked away.

How does Bartholomew expect me to
win this race if the equipment's not here?

I'll find them myself.

Did you Americans
lose something?

You have a saying, "The
early bird get the worm."

I see you in Ariram.

Well, now we know
where those tires went.

Well, the stuff's not here.
Couldn't find it anywhere.

Where did you get the
tires? Who changed them?

Some guys came by with the
stuff and helped me put it on.

I guess I would have
helped you myself.

Let's get gassed up
and get out of here.

Kolyma in eighth,
Bennett in ninth.

Tenth place, Sanders
and Sommers.

What happened to the Russians?

Up there.

Now, we're cooking.

Tim, what is it? Can't steer.

Tim?

Tim?

So much for the Americans.

Faster, Ivan. Faster.

Hey! You okay?

Reasonably. What happened?

We hit a log and we flipped.

You okay? I'm fine.

It's just a good thing we
didn't stay upside down.

It's a good thing we
didn't end up dead.

Steering failed.
The piece of junk.

Well, let's see what
Bartholomew fouled up this time.

You all right? Yeah.

Somebody loosened
the steering linkage.

Pulled out the cotter pin.

Well, can you fix it?

Yeah. Get me the
tool kit, will you?

I'll get you for this, Sanders!

I will get you for this!

Scappini.

Scappini did it!

After the second checkpoint,
300 miles into the race,

Scappini still leads.

D'Angosto is second.
Three, Flewning.

Any sign of the Americans?
Sanders and Sommers?

Six, B'Zawni. Seven, Johnson.

We're never gonna catch up now.
- We can do it, Tim.

The Americans
are still far behind.

But the Dutch driver,
Flewning, is gaining ground,

as is the team from Hong Kong
in the yellow truck, number 28.

The leader, Carlos Scappini, is
approaching the dangerous Ariram turnoff.

He has passed it up for
the safer, but longer route,

as we expect most
of the drivers to do.

Who's in the lead?
Carlos Scappini.

Came through 20 minutes ago.

What about the Russians?

Four or five minutes ago.

Give us a full load. Hurry!

Okay.

I don't know why I said
that. We don't stand a chance

of making up 20
minutes in this rig.

Oh, sure we do, Tim.

The Ariram trail is gonna
cut off at least an hour.

Do you think I was serious
when I told Bartholomew

I'd take that shortcut
through Ariram?

There's no way. That
route's too dangerous.

It's the only way we can win.

Oh, come on, Jaime. Do I
have to go through that again?

We wouldn't get two
miles up that mountain path.

Well, we can try.

The answer is no.

You promised Bartholomew.

No!

I have won four Grand
Prix championships.

I've been in over
a thousand races,

and no half-baked sponsor
and his female navigator

is gonna tell me
how to drive my race.

Half baked? Who do
you think you're talking to?

I'm talking about
this turkey rig.

I'm talking about pit stops
where nothing is there.

I'm talking about this crummy
race in this crummy desert.

Listen, you're lucky
to be in this race at all.

No one else would have
hired you as a driver.

And don't give me this
junk about a Japanese firm

sponsoring your next race,
or about this being a lousy car.

Now, Bartholomew was nice
enough to give you this job,

the least you can do
is go where he asks.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Tim.

You're right.

Right to the jugular.

All I'm doing is making
excuses for my driving.

I guess the kid just
ain't what he used to be.

Hey, come on, Tim.

All right. Move her out.

Tim.

Let's try that
mountain trail, huh?

The American car
has left Checkpoint B,

well behind the Soviets.

Rjukan is 19th, and in the
last position is the American car

driven by Tim Sanders
and Jaime Sommers.

Oh, look. There's
somebody who didn't make it.

The German team.

I wonder where the
Russians are now.

Taking the extremely
treacherous and dangerous route

through the town of Ariram.

It appears that the Americans
are going to take that route also.

Tim, the Russians are
taking it, too. Come on.

We wish them good luck.

We're going back to catch
up with the leader, Scappini.

Oh! My stomach!

Keep your eyes closed.
We're out of sick bags.

Hey, we're catching
up to the Russians.

Come on, you dumb car! Come on!

You can do it! Come on!

We got them, Tim. Go!

You drive like a woman.

Oh, go!

We can't make it!

Tim, we could have had them.

We could have
won. What are you...

But, why?

You heard the man.
I drive like a woman.

Chauvinism intended.

You didn't answer my question.

Oh, I thought you knew the
Tim Sanders story by now.

How he was the
golden boy of racing,

who got too much too soon.

He couldn't handle the
pressure and cracked.

He got careless at Indianapolis
and nearly killed himself.

I'm a loser, Jaime.

Bartholomew was
crazy to hire me.

Bartholomew happens to think
you're the best driver in the world,

and after what I just saw
coming up that mountain,

I'm not about to argue with him.

Oh, cut the pep talk!

I am so sick and tired of hearing
that self-righteous "you can do it" line.

Yeah, you know, I
guess you're right, Tim.

I'm sorry. Yeah, you
really can't do it anymore.

You, uh, just can't cut it.

You're a 29-year-old has-been.

Is that what you want to hear?

What do you want
from me? I'm admitting it.

It's not the car. It's
not the course. It's me.

I can't hack it
anymore, so get off my...

The only reason you can't hack it
anymore is because it's in your head.

That's the way you're thinking.

Listen, Tim, I used
to be a tennis player,

and I know a self-psych-out
when I see one.

Hey, you just beat yourself.

So what?

I suppose the next thing
you're gonna tell me is that, uh,

I'm afraid of winning, right?

Well, you've only
got two choices.

And winning certainly
can't be as bad as losing.

Come on. Let's
find those Russians.

Tim.

Jaime. It'll explode. Jaime!

You could have been killed.

The steering wheel. No steering.

Sabotage.

Sabotage.

Who? I don't know.

Any word?

The rescue chopper
spotted the smoke.

They should be here any minute.

Guess the only thing
we can do is wait.

No, no. We got to get going.

There's nothing
more we can do here.

Helicopter rescue is on the way.

There they are, the
team from Hong Kong.

They're the leaders and
they're gonna beat us, unless...

Give me that map.

Now, they're taking this
curved trail over there.

The only way to beat them to
Ariram and get back into the race

is to take this dried-up
riverbed right over there.

Okay. Let's go.

Sure hope we don't
run into a flash flood.

What happened?

Rear axle's stuck.

Marooned's more like it.

Come on. We can push it off.

We can give it a try.

One, two, three!

It's amazing what you
can do when you try, isn't it?

Come on. Come on.
Let's take them, Jaime.

Yeah, we beat
them! We beat them!

Now we got to
beat them to Ariram.

Tim, stop! Just stop!

What's the matter? Are you sick?

Tim, I have to go into
a bar right back there.

What are you talking about?

They're gonna catch up
with us in less than a minute.

I don't have time to
explain it right now.

Jaime, we can win this.

I can win it for the
first time in four years,

and you want me to
stop? You're crazy!

Why? Give me a reason.

I can't, Tim.

I'm not giving this one up.

Tim! Wait a minute.
Believe me, it's important.

You said winning
this was everything.

I work for the government,

and I've got to pick
something up in that bar.

And it's only gonna take me a few
minutes, okay? So, will you wait?

Please? See you.

No!

Tim!

Hi.

I came to pick up the tape.

I came to, uh, pick up the tape.

It's a tape.

It's a very small little
cassette thing like...

It's about that big, you know,

and it goes
around in a circle...

Lady, I speak English, and I
know what a tape cassette is.

But aren't you supposed
to give me something first?

Oh!

Sorry.

This all they gave you?

That's it.

You got a credit card?

Come on. Give me the tape!

Tim, we had them.
We could have won.

Bartholomew feels that you're
the best driver in the world.

What's going on?

Let's go. Would you please
tell me what's going on?

Who were those people?

Your legs and the way
you threw that wrench...

Tim, will you just drive?

Look. It's Scappini.

Come on, Tim. We can win.

Carlos Scappini still
has a commanding lead.

He's way out in front,

and it looks like he'll
be the sure winner

of the Dasht-I-Ravar
500-mile race.

We're gaining on him now.

Carlos Scappini
proving once again

what a tremendous driver he is.

Now, they're all
alone in number 230.

Wait a minute! Another car has
just pulled on from the Ariram trail.

It is number 239, the American
car with Sanders and Sommers.

They're coming on strong and
really putting the pressure on Scappini.

Tim Sanders, the
long-shot American,

who had been going
downhill for the last few years,

is certainly making
up for lost time now.

We're gonna take him, Jaime.

If my kidneys
don't give out first.

Sanders is doing better than

110 miles an hour down there

and closing the gap.
Scappini hasn't seen him yet.

And is he in for a surprise!

Sanders is almost on
top of Scappini now.

And he's done it. It's a
two-car race for the first time.

But there's a big obstacle
around the next turn.

Come on. Go, Tim!

The course narrows
near the Basti River.

There's only room
for one of those cars.

They're both
maneuvering for position.

Scappini trying to force
Sanders off the road.

Oh, Sanders is dropping...

Beautiful piece of
driving by Sanders.

But there is still
only room for one car.

Come on.

And Scappini has bailed out!

Carlos Scappini into the
Basti River and out of the race.

So, with only five
miles to the finish line,

the victory clearly belongs to
Tim Sanders and Jaime Sommers.

You really cooled
him off again, huh?

All right. We got a race to win.

You've got it.

Thank you.

So, the tape is on its
way back to Washington?

Yep.

What's gonna happen to
the people who shot at us?

I guess they'll be, uh,
charged for sabotaging the cars.

Tim, you're a winner now.

Are you gonna go back
on the Grand Prix circuit?

Yeah.

It's something I have to do.

You?

I'll go back to Ojai and teach.

I'm really happy for you, Tim.

You know,

I know I didn't win
that race by myself.

Look, Tim, if anything,
I held you back.

I mean, if I hadn't been
in that car with you,

you could have won
that race by a mile.

Yeah, you're right.

Tim, driver's ready to
take you to the airport.

Thanks for the chance,
Mr. Bartholomew.

We couldn't have
done it without you.

You won't be in my
next race, will you?

You don't need me,
kid. You're a winner.

Bye.

So...

To the winner.

And to the woman
who made him a winner.