All language subtitles for Route66 - S01E13 (The Quick and the Dead)

(gentle music)

(moves into suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

(terrified screaming)

- It's all right, honey.

- Cord, are you alive?

Are you alive?

- [Man] Take it easy, baby.

- Probably the beef stroganoff.

It never agrees with her.

(door knocking)

Yes.
- Mrs. Webster.

- Ms. Webster.

- [Man] Is everything all right?

- Everything's fine.

- [Man] Is there
anything I can do?

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

Sorry we shook the rafters.

- [Man] Good night, Ms. Webster.

- Good night.

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

- Katy.

- It's all right, Cord.

I was having a dream, Katy.

I was dreaming about
the Grand Prix.

Every detail just as vividly as

though it were already Sunday.

Your father's car and Amadeo's,

they were leading the field.

But then in the far
turn he flipped over

and he caught on fire.

He caught fire.

- Dad or Amadeo?

- Your father's not
gonna race Sunday.

- Oh?

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

I won't see him killed.

- Bea, honey, it's a dream.

What does it mean?

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

Tell her about that
beaut I had the night

before the LeGrand in France.

- You tell her.

She's your problem.

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

especially now I've found you.

You dream all you want, honey.

Only good dreams.

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

(suspenseful music)

(cheerful jazz music)

(engines roaring)

- Amadeo Coronado in a Maserati.

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

- Every cat's got his hustle.

- Oh?

- I don't know.

It's a big decision.

- Yeah?

- You ever hear of the
running llamas of Tibet?

- Nope.

- They spend their whole
lives just running.

- Yeah, where?

- Nowhere.

They just love to run.

What could be that to me?

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

- [Buz] Big problem,
big frustration.

- All right, all right.

- You know, I always
wanted to play polo.

You know, with the
helmets and those

great horses and the mallets?

But on the streets of New York,

I never learned
to ride that well.

Besides, my croquet stinks.

So we're all frustrated.

Every once in a
while my left eyelid,

it twitches a little bit.

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

could you tell that
I'm wounded inside

because I never had
my own polo pony?

(engine roars)

No, guess you couldn't.

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

That's first prize in
the production event.

- Well, that's one side of it.

It could also mean
that you could

wrap it into the grand stand.

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

- Now that's being selfish.

I'd have to start hitchhiking.

- I don't know.

Maybe I can't even qualify.

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

Move with it.

Get around that track
a couple of times.

See where it takes you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

(cheerful jazz music)

- There, that should do it.

You know, she's got
a lovely underside.

Thank you.

How does it look now, Jeff?

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

- [Bea] Morning.

- [Cord] Hi, baby.

- [Bea] Am I in time for lunch?

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

- Well, thank you very much.

Thank you.

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

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

It does marvels for
your complexion.

- Is it that bad?

- Oh, it's lovely, really.

- Bea.
- Hmm?

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

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

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

Forgive me.

- You know I do.

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

Be right back.

- I'll go with you, daddy.

(gentle music)

- Morning, Bea.

- Good morning, Jeff.

- Hand me those plugs, will you?

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

- It refers to the
operational heat range.

These plugs are all
right for normal driving,

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

- Oh, thanks.

Well.

- Where you going?

Aren't you gonna
hang around and watch

your old buddy break
the track record?

- I'll be around, but you know

I gotta find some action, too.

I got the restless feeling.

Things are moving around here,

so I guess I'll
just move with them.

- Hey.

(engine roaring)

- You ready, Stiles?

- [Tod] Yeah.

- Your entry form says you race.

- In the east.

Dad and I used to.

Guess it got in my blood.

- Showroom?

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

I put in those
plugs you lent me.

Otherwise, it's
right off the floor.

- OK.

Now watch that turn eight.

Just when you think
you're through,

it starts tightening up again.

Whenever.

(engine cranks)

- All right, now
grab this one guys.

Nice smile, honey.

Grab it.

Good.

OK, now let's see.

Let's try one on
the hood, honey.

Get up there.

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

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

Wait, hold it fellas.

Hold it, hold it, honey.

- Fella, please.

Some guys.

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

Big wave to
everybody, that's it.

- Oh.

(engine revving)

- Oh, this is gonna be a beauty.

Now...

No, honey, we're
not finished yet.

Fella, can't you pick up later?

We got deadlines.

(whistles loudly)

Forgive me, fella,
but with this kid,

it's the only thing that works.

- On account of so many
fellas whistle at me.

- She's conditioned
to it, you know?

Like they use horns
to call moose.

One blast on this, Roxy appears.

- Roxy?
- That's I.

Roxy Dozy.

- Roxy Dozy, little
lambsie divey.

- Oh, you hate me.

- Oh no, baby, I
just have a feeling

we've never met
somewhere before.

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

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

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

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

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

The press, you
know, waiting, OK?

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

I'd like to go
somewhere and get warm.

And you wouldn't
want Miss Grand Prix

to catch virus, would you?

- No, you wouldn't want that.

- No, I wouldn't want that.

All right, well, go
change into something else

and then hustle right back here.

- Going my way?

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

Oh, one minute.

You always kiss strangers?

- You know a better
way to make friends?

- You mean you just
follow your impulses?

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

I can't keep up with them.

- I got a buddy who thinks he's

gonna break the track record.

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

- Two minutes 19.

- Certainly good, isn't it?

- Can't be more than a second

or two off the Corvette record.

- Jeff.

- Bea, why don't you give up?

You'll never get Cord
out of the cockpit.

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

Please.

(gentle music)

- Roxy.

- You're sure something.

- That's right.

- When I kissed you in
public at the track,

you acted nervous
and there weren't

half as many people
there as here.

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

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

Here, it's OK.

People will think
I'm saving you.

- Saving me?
- From drowning.

Artificial respiration.

New method.

Gets your lungs working.

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

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(mischievous music)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(light jazz music)

- They aren't with you.

Fella.

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

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

seeing the little people until
around drink number three.

- Very funny, but he
is traveling with you.

The desk says so.

- You mean Buz.

- He took Roxy.

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

- Roxy is a girl.

Miss Grand Prix.

I told them in
Hollywood, I said give me

a dependable kid, a
kid who needs the job.

250 for the week,
you call that salami?

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

- Roxy doesn't need the job.

- Roxy Dozy?

Any joint in Vegas will
pay her a couple hundred

an hour just to
stand at the tables.

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

Shoot everything they
got just to impress her.

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

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

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

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

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

but we have a big
annual racing event here

and, I mean, how
is it gonna look,

Miss Grand Prix has disappeared?

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

Don't say it.

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

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

- Excuse us.

When I decided to
come over here today,

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

But now I think I know.

There are some
people to whom each

of us is destined
to be grateful.

Before I mislead you
completely and your thoughts

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

Bea.

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

- It was showing.

I watched you drive today.

You were very good.

May I tell you how you felt?

Something kept trying to
get your foot off the gas,

but you wouldn't let it.

Not till the last
possible moment.

When you gain that extra second

and when you do it just right,

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

- Well, how do you know that?

- Every now and then
Cord mentions it.

- Cord?

Oh, you're Cord Webster's wife.

- Have you ever
driven a Stanguellini?

- Only in my dreams, and then

I grew up and stopped dreaming.

- We have one like none other.

Cord and Katy
rebuilt the engine.

- Katy?

- Cord's daughter.
- Oh.

- Are you busy for
the next hour or so?

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

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

- Well, your buddy can wait.

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

- What for?

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

wanted to drive a Stanguellini?

I can make your dream come true,

and you can keep one of
mine from coming true.

Hmm?

(suspenseful music)

(lighthearted music)

- Jeff Stadler, Tod.

You can't turn
this track in 2:19

and expect your name to stay
in the glove compartment.

Some little beast, huh?

250 horses pulling less than
a thousand pounds of car.

You can spin the
wheels in any gear.

- What's the red line?

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

- Haven't quite
convinced him yet, Jeff.

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

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

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

Your husband is one
of the great drivers.

- Yes, he's a great driver.

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

But he's also 53 years old.

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

He still has great instinct,
but his reflexes are starved

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

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

forget the stock car race.

That's only $1,500.

This'll get you 10,000.

- It isn't the money.

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

- Oh, we don't either.

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

(gentle music)

- Let's push it out on the grid.

(lively music)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

- 1:58 flat.

The track record's 1:54 and this

is the kid's first time out.

- Well, Jeff?

(engine roaring)

- How was it, Tod?

- Fine.

Very smooth.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I guess so.

I never felt like this before.

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

Nobody.

- Wow.

- Get out of there.

- Katy.
- Get out of our car.

- Katy.

What's going on
around here, Jeff?

This is Todd Stiles, Cord.

First time out he clocked 1:58.

- I asked him, Cord.

- You asked him?

After all the work
Cord and I put

into this car, you asked him?

Well, he might've wrecked it.

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

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

- Well, you know
what it is, Cord.

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

We don't want you.

- Katy.

- Katy, Katy, Katy.

- Her mother was English.

I'm a little bit of everything.

I never could figure out where

she gets her Latin temperament.

- Daddy?

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

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

There's no harm in that.

(gentle music)

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

It sounds a little late.

- Pushed around the 58, huh?

- Let's say it pushed me.

It's like riding a light
beam through space.

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

all turns and no ending.

- Some see it that way.

Not many, but some.

Others see it as a trap.

As an asphalt coffin.

(dramatic music)

(whistle blowing)

- I still don't get it.

Why you?

- I just told you,
she had this dream

and she's afraid
that her husband--

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

Corvette, well,
that's something else.

(whistle blowing)

If he doesn't stop doing that,

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

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

Why don't you give
her back to him?

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

- You and Rasputin.

Hey, where you got her stashed?

- Library.

- In the public library?

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

You take one look
at a girl like Roxy

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

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

- Insects?
- Yeah.

And she figures she
already earned her

masters degree
because she's met half

the insects in
Hollywood and Las Vegas.

- Well, let me
ask you something.

What does that make you?

- Well, she calls me her
eastern horned beetle.

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

- Aw, shut up.

- Hey, Beetle.

- Don't bug me.

- Do me a favor, will you?

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

because the qualifying
runs are first thing

in the morning and
I gotta get my rest.

- You can't be
serious about this.

I mean, you gotta be kidding.

Get out of it.

- You know, it's quite an honor.

- [Buz] Yeah?

- Well, I can't.

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

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

What's her name?

- Katy.

Shows, huh?

- It shows.

- You want a laugh?

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

Did you ever see a girl
just once and right away

you know that's the right girl?

- Why aren't you out with her?

Good night, chump.

- Hello.

- Katy.

Tod.

- Well, should I change
back into coveralls?

- That's fine just like that.

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

I'll wait in the lobby.

Now get dressed.

(gentle music)

It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Sure is.

- How much do you
know about girls?

- Enough to know you
never tell a girl

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

with before because
you never know.

She might be the last
one and you might

want her to think
she's the first.

- Very romantic.

And very dishonest.

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

- Not with me.

Tod, what if I told
you I asked you

out here because I liked you,

because I wanted to
be alone with you,

let you kiss me?

- I'd declare a
national holiday.

- That really isn't
why I asked you.

- I know, Katy.

You have an open face.

It's very easy to read.

- Honesty, even if it hurts.

- OK, start hurting.

- Tod, don't drive
the Webster Special.

Tell daddy you can't
take his place,

that you won't take his place.

- What about his reflexes?

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

Fangio won his fifth world
championship when he was 45.

And look at Nuvolari's record.

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

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

and fill his head with
stupid ideas and fears?

He was wonderful
until she married him.

Now she's destroyed him,

and you have to come
along and help her.

- Katy, I thought
I was helping him.

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

- Then don't.

Help me, not her.

Help me keep my father.

Please.

- All right, Katy.

(joyful music)

(lighthearted music)

Well, why aren't
you at the library?

- Tired eyes.

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

You know, like they
do in the movies when

the driver's racing
and the oil is all over

the goggles and he
keeps pushing it before

he comes in to pit
for a tire change.

I'll have the tire, OK?

- All right.

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

- Attention in the pits.

Attention in the pits.

Qualifying for all
main event cars

will begin in five minutes.

Repeat, five minutes.

- You'll get over it.

- Tod, what's going on?

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

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

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

- Why?

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

Katy means something
special to me.

- Oh, Katy.

Did she tell you that
I tried to reshape him?

Burn his coveralls and
dress him in formal clothes?

Have him follow me around
like an obedient husband?

Well, it's not true.

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

I've encouraged him to go
on with his engineering

and designing, but why
does he have to race?

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

I don't want to lose him.

- Katy says the same thing.

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

I know it, now, I can feel it.

- Car number nine,
the Webster Special,

through the traps
on the back straight

at 154 and six tenths
miles per hour.

- Tod, please.

Please.

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

Watch him try to qualify.

(engine roaring)

- Cord Webster is really
pouring it on now.

This is his final
lap of qualifying.

(engine roaring)

He just clicked the
traps at 167 miles

per hour and that's
really moving.

(engine roaring)

- 1:59.4.

- Pretty good, isn't it?

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

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

Better watch that, Webster.

- Now do you believe me?

(gentle music)

- I don't know what happened.

Guess I pushed her too hard.

Have to watch that.

(suspenseful music)

- Good luck tomorrow,
Mr. Webster.

- Thank you.

- Would you folks like
your coffee now or later?

- Later, please.

- Now or later.

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

- I guess it does.

- Can you follow this, Jeff?

- Afraid so, Cord.

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

We want the answer
now, not later.

- What question?

- Are you racing tomorrow?

- Bea, I want to drive.

It's important to me.

But I won't go
against your wish.

Bea, you decide.

- Well, you know how she feels.

- That's why I won't race.

Not unless she's in my corner.

- I'll be there and Jeff.

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

living in separate corners.

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

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

Bea, it's up to you.

- What has she
ever done for you?

What does she know about us,

the things we've
shared, the times?

Well, what right has
she to say yes or no

about anything that's important?

You say I forced it.

I haven't, but I will now.

You make your choice, daddy.

You take the race
and your family

and the victory I
know you'll have,

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

You're still young, daddy.

As young as I am, really.

And not as old as
she wants you to be.

Don't listen to her, daddy.

Don't listen to her.

- She hasn't said
anything yet, Katy.

- There can't be any choice.

Not between Katy and me.

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

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

I'm sorry, Cord.

(somber music)

- Let her go.

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

I should've a long time ago.

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

Jeff, go find that Stiles boy.

Tell him to get a
good night's sleep.

He's gonna need it tomorrow.

(dramatic music)

(mellow music)

- Buz, isn't it too public here?

Mr. Statler may find us.

- I haven't heard
the whistle all day.

- Maybe he swallowed it.

- Maybe you ought to
turn yourself in, huh?

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

That's a big
responsibility, baby.

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

- Frequently.

- But I'm mad about him.

He stimulates my mind.

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

he gets me thinking about
all kinds of things.

- Yeah, that's Buz all right.

(mellow music)

- Tod.

- Hi.

- Does a girl have
to buy her own drink?

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

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

- One pulque coming up.

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

We'd have to go to Mexico.

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

- [Tod] Would you
like to drive down?

- This is the night for it.

- Buz.

- I heard.

Have fun.

- Just a second.

What's bugging you?

- Who's bugged?

- OK, I'll see you later.

- Paging Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Paging Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Mr. Tod Stiles.

Paging Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

- You'd be paging me.

- Where are you parked?

- Out in front.

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

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

- Nobody's gonna stop us now.

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

This way.

- Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Mr. Tod Stiles, please.

Paging Mr. Tod.

Mr. Tod Stiles?

(gentle music)

- That's what I really wanted.

Not pulque tequila.

Just you all to myself.

Do you mind?

- I don't mind a bit.

(gentle music)

- Tod.

- Hmm?

- [Katy] Have you
ever been married?

- [Tod] Mm-mm.

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

- Believe in it?

I'm a victim of it.

- I know, me too.

Maybe we should go
to Mexico after all.

It's only a little way.

- You sure you know
what you're doing?

- I'm proposing.

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

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

- No, Tod, just
us, no outsiders.

I'm sick of outsiders.

Let it be just us.

- Katy, Buz isn't
exactly an outsider.

He's my buddy.

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

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

Say hello to the Mrs.

- Well, what do you
think elopements are for?

- That depends.

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

And I'm looking at
two real sick ones.

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

Let's look around the
country, you said.

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

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

But let's not rush
into anything.

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

So what do you do?

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

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

- Now wait a minute,
just take it easy.

- I haven't even
scratched the surface.

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

What were you planning to do?

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

a ring in Tijuana and
climb out the back window?

- All right, Buz, knock it off.

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

Long gone from the Grand
Prix because it would just

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

Go on, ask her.

Look, you want to kid me, OK.

But don't kid yourself.

Find out if she wants to do this

tomorrow night after the race.

Find out if she'll
even talk to you.

- Now you've really
flipped your lid.

What's our going
to Mexico tonight

got to do with
the race tomorrow?

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

you can't drive the
Webster Special, right?

- Well, I'm not driving for him.

You heard him today.

- You got any comment
on that, Katy?

- I'll wait in the car.

- Wait.

- [Tod] We're going south.

We'll kick this around tomorrow.

- No, just wait a
minute, ask Jeff.

While she was ushing
you out the side door,

I was answering your page.

Go on, ask him.

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

drive the Webster
Special tomorrow.

(somber music)

Katy.

(somber music)

(jubilant music)

(engines revving)

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

All cars to the
starting grid now.

(engines revving)

- Good luck.

- No advice, Tod, except this.

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

Without fear, there
are no heroes.

Only fools.

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

- Clear the starting grid.

Clear the grid, please.

(engines revving)

Mel Flores, begins his
run through the cars.

Getting the thumbs up
from 33 of the fastest

drivers and finest
cars in the world.

Your attention,
we're told that Cord

is not driving the
Webster Special today.

It's young Tod
Stiles at the wheel,

a newcomer to racing circles.

Now here comes Mel
back from his run.

And in just a moment, the
United States Grand Prix

of Riverside will be underway.

(tires screeching)

(engines roaring)

- Mrs. Webster.

- Yes?
- That nightmare you

had about the crash?

Was it your husband
you saw or any driver?

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

- [Announcer]
Leading in 150 miles,

England's Earl
Beaden in the Lotus.

Second, Amadeo Coronado.

Third, Franz Ewing, both
in factory Maseratis

And going into fourth
position now is

the Webster Special
as it out-accelerates

Gil Phillips' Stanguellini
in the back straight.

Attention, number
nine is definitely

closing ground the
Ewing Maserati.

(tires screeching)

- Hi, Katy.

Your father's been asking
for you all morning.

Now look, Katy, now
and then maybe once

or twice in a
lifetime a person has

to go for a make
or break decision.

You try and make
the right decision.

Stop fighting.

How's that saying go?

The race is not
always to the swift,

to the battle of the strong.

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

- I almost wore a
hole through my shoe

figuring that out for
myself last night.

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

I was selfish, wasn't I?

And destructive.

You think they'll
ever forgive me?

- You go try, honey.

Go on, just try.

- Cord.

- Katy.

No coveralls this morning?

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

The one I never wore.

I may need some others.

The styles have
changed, you know?

So have the people.

- For the better, honey.

(tires screeching)

- [Announcer] There
goes Earl Beaden

out of the race on the 54th lap.

Amadeo Coronado now leads.

Tod Stiles, second, and
Gil Phillips, third.

(engines roaring)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

The Webster Special is
definitely in trouble now.

Phillips takes second place
dropping Stiles to third.

If that car holds together
for two more laps,

he's got third place
with a full lap

way over the fourth place car.

The Webster Special is stopping.

(engines roaring)

- He's getting worse.

- Bring him in, daddy.

- Get the chalkboard, Jeff.

- [Announcer] (background
noise drowns out speaker)

fourth one left to go
and the Webster car

is smoking and pulling
off to the pits.

Keep the runway clear.

(tires screeching)

- You OK?
- Yeah.

(Tod coughing)

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

number 32 is coming around
for the checkered flag now.

Gil Phillips, second.

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

the Webster Special driven by
Tod Stiles should be third.

- Well, that's something, huh?

- [Buz] How can he be third?

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

If you've completed
more laps than the cars

behind you, you
place ahead of them.

- Congratulations.

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't have a whistle.

(laughing)

(melancholy music)

Souvenir.

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

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

(whistle blows)

You keep your souvenirs,
I'll keep mine.

(lively music)

(cheerful jazz music)

- [Male Voiceover] This
has been a Screen Gems

film presentation from
Columbia Pictures.

Herbert B. Leonard,
Executive Producer.