Clambake Page #7

The big question is can this rebuilt hull

take that same kind of pounding today?

Because all indications are that this year's

race is going to set new speed records.

- Excuse me, girls, I'll be right back.

- OK. Hurry back.

Following now is Glenn Peters

in number 77, "The Redball Express".

- Howdy, Mr. Burton. Good luck today.

- Thanks.

Pardon the binocs, sir.

Don't believe I've met you.

- You two've got a lot in common.

- Oh, yeah? You're rich too, huh?

Howdy. My name's Heyward.

Scott Heyward. I'm in oil.

Yeah, yeah. Well, how do, Mr. Heyward?

I'm proud to meet you.

I'm in oil too, don't you know?

- Say, have a cigar.

- Well, thank you. Thank you kindly.

- How 'bout you have one of mine, boy?

- Well, thank you kindly.

That's funny, you know.

I got a feelin' I know your daddy.

Oh, yeah? You know Dad. Wonderful.

Grand ole gentleman.

- What's your name, sir?

- My name?

Sir, I don't believe

I quite caught your name.

Oh. Oh, yes. Heyward.

Duster, that is, Heyward, son.

- You all right, boy?

- Oh. Did I just swallow my cigar?

No matter. No harm done.

Here you go, have another.

No, no, no. You smoke it, Buster... Duster.

You take that. Take 'em all now.

Oh, the race. Gotta go. So long, Dad.

Be mighty careful now.

Your engine's running!

Now coming onto the course

is the Orange Bowl helicopter.

It's heading over to meet the boats

as they complete their warm-up lap...

Quick. Give me some popcorn.

The last of the drivers

are now in line and ready to go.

There they are, ladies and gentlemen.

The cream of the nation's racing boats.

They're holding positions for this 2.5-mile

course, and coming to the starting line.

On the helicopter is the official starter.

As soon as the boats are in order,

he'll drop the signal and we'll begin.

And there it is! It's a clean start.

As they come to the first turn,

the "Cobra" is holding his lead.

That's Jeff Casey in number 15.

He's going wide in an effort to cut around,

I think it's Copper Rourke.

And here comes JJ Jamison.

Can he make it four in a row?

He's really moving out.

He's passing Roberts.

Now he's moved into fourth position.

Now third.

And he's closing on Whiting.

And he passes him!

Now he's trying to take the "Cobra".

And he's done it, folks.

"The Scarlet Lady" has taken the lead.

No doubt about it.

JJ Jamison is once more the man to beat.

The rest of the boats are bunched up

and there are no clear challengers.

There goes the "Rawhide".

Tom Wilson is really stepping on it.

He's moving past the pylon.

Now, coming out of the turn, he cuts

to the inside, trying to pass Whiting.

And there he goes. The "Rawhide"

is now running in third place.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Come on, baby. Come on, Rawhide.

Round the turn, "The Scarlet Lady"

is still holding first place.

Wait a second.

And the "Rawhide" continues to move up.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Go, Rawhide!

Jamison is making sure

that anybody who hopes to take him

will have to push his boat to the limit.

Wilson is moving up on the "Cobra" now.

He's going to make his pass.

Wilson is closing the gap.

Closing,

closing.

He did it! Wilson is now running second

to "The Scarlet Lady".

That last lap was clocked at over 90mph.

That's the same speed

that broke the "Rawhide's" hull last year.

Question is will history repeat itself,

as Jamison continues

to hold that shattering speed

and Wilson is staying

right up there with him.

Wait a minute.

Wilson is having some kind of trouble.

"The Scarlet Lady" is increasing its lead

as the "Rawhide" falls back.

The "Cobra" has retaken second place.

Wilson seems to have found the trouble.

He's regaining his speed now.

He's going to pass the "Cobra".

He's back in second place!

Look out! Jamison must be pushing 100.

The beating he's giving his boat

is tremendous.

If Wilson hopes to stay with him, he's

got to give his boat the same punishment.

Remember, that's the hull that split apart

last year under even less strain.

Can that rebuilt hull

take the beating this year?

It's holding up. If the "Rawhide" can take

that pounding, it can take anything.

The question now is can he catch "The

Scarlet Lady" with under two laps to go?

Going into the last lap,

Jamison continues to hold the lead.

Come on, Tom.

Come on, Tom.

Come on, Tom. Go! Go! Go!

They're coming out of the final turn.

The checkered flag's out.

Come on, Goop! Come on, baby!

And he's done it! The "Rawhide" wins!

We have a new champion,

ladies and gentlemen.

And a true champ indeed.

Tom Wilson in his first Orange Bowl race

has snatched victory

from the man who has won the Grand Prix

for the past three years.

Congratulations to Tom Wilson.

The presentation of the award is tonight

in the ballroom of the Shores Hotel.

Hey, you did! You really did it!

Man, what a boat!

When you took that last turn

I could've sworn you were airborne.

- Celebration time.

- Yep.

Your pa's sure proud of you.

You ought to see him, passin' out cigars

like a new daddy and braggin' away.

Burton says that Goop'll be

the hottest thing to hit the boat business.

Oh, yeah?

Well, Scott, here's to you, ole buddy.

Here's to you, ole buddy.

- Somethin' wrong?

- No. I'm just waitin' for a phone call.

- You have to accept my trophy tonight.

- Wait a minute. No, sir, no.

You won that trophy. You pick it up.

You proved what you set out to prove.

Now it's time we went back to being us.

Besides, I wanna find out if Sally likes me

for myself or for your money.

I know what you mean, pal.

Hello.

- She's ready to leave now.

- OK. Thanks, Harold. Stall her off, will ya?

- Gimme the keys.

- Keys? Oh, here. What's up?

- I'll explain later. Just wish me luck.

- You got it.

- Would you please hurry? I need a cab.

- You've never been to Connecticut?

- No. A cab?

- You really should go...

A cab? Oh, well, here it is.

Taxi, miss?

Hop in. Take you anywhere you

wanna go, compliments of Scott Heyward.

- I wish you weren't going home today.

- Under the circumstances, it's best.

Kinda hoped you'd stay

and help me spend my prize money.

Thanks, but you should put that money

in a bank, not spend it on me.

It's too late. I already did.

Tom!

Tom Wilson,

take this ring back to the store.

- Then you're saying you won't marry me?

- I'm saying we can't afford it.

This ring would pay our rent for a year,

plus groceries...

Then you're saying you will marry me?

Yes, of course I will.

Dianne, I have a confession to make.

- About what?

- About my family.

But I'm marrying you, not your family.

About my being a ski instructor...

Look, darling, listen. With whatever you

earn, plus my salary, we'll make out fine.

Only we can't afford things like this ring,

much as I wish we could.

You see that oil field over there?

I was given one ten times that size

on my 21st birthday.

Ten times? Oh.

You see that yacht?

I was given one just like it

on my last birthday.

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