Genevieve Page #5

- What's the matter? Losing interest?

- By no means. But a hundred...

Hoy! It's just that I never

knew you were a gambler.

It's no gamble. This is the better car!

- Even if it weren't, you're such

a rotten driver. - What?

You dare say that to me?

Rotten driver.

Right. 12 o'clock at the pub.

- We'll be there.

- Come on, Suzy.

- Friend of yours, guv?

- No!

Alan, what on earth

are you doing?

I'm sorry, darling.

I had to strip her right down.

- Darling, you can't do without sleep.

- I'm all right really.

Listen, Wendy...

Ambrose was here.

Last night.

- What did he want?

- He said...

Oh it doesn't matter. The important

this is we made a bet.

We're racing back to London.

Oh, don't be silly.

Ooh, it's cold in here.

Wendy...

I bet him a hundred pounds.

- You did...

- I know I shouldn't have done it, but...

Oh! Wait a minute, Wendy

Listen Wendy!

Darling, you have

to listen to me.

I admit it was foolish,

I admit it was wrong to do it...,

...but you have to come with me.

I'll have nothing to do with it.

You have to come.

I'm serious.

If you didn't come,

it'd be humiliating.

Alan, how could you?

Oh, I don't know...

I was angry.

I lost my temper.

He was hinting things.

He said you were always

glad to see him.

He said he wondered why he

hadn't asked you to marry him.

Marry him?

Ambrose?

Are you out of your mind?

Oh, darling, I'm sorry. I know I talked

a lot of nonsense last night.

But you were so pompus and stuffy!

Oh, Alan, you must have

known I was talking nonsense.

You can tell him

you didn't mean it.

Aw, I can't.

A bet's a bet.

We can beat him, darling.

I promise you we can beat him.

All right, I'll come.

But if you've thrown away

a hundred pounds

Almost all we've got in the bank.

Just for the sake of a ridiculous bet.

Oh, Alan, how can

you be such an idiot.

- Alan, darling. What is it?

- Nothing. Nothing.

I'm just...

Rather tired.

Ah... You're looking better, now.

Won't it be awfully boring.

Racing about in these old cars?

- Boring?

- How fast do they go?

Well, if he tears that car of his

to shreds she might get 27 out of her.

But I'll bet we'll absolutey leave him...

will you put me on a train?

Now look Rosalind. If I don't carry a

passenger, how can I expect McKim to?

All right.

Oh... What a weekend. Huh.

I'll tell you what.

If we win that hundred pounds

We'll pop over to le touquet,

next weekend, ne?

Ambrose...

That le touquet routine went

out with the high button boots.

Ha hah... Here they are.

Morning, sport.

We thought you might of

changed you mind. Wendy.

I seemed to have left the party

rather abruptly last night.

- Feeling better?

- Well, pop down, then.

Have a drink. We'll need one

or two for the road.

- No thanks, I'd rather get started.

- Ah... Well surely you'll have just one.

No. Let's go.

- Very well then, on your way.

- What do you mean?

Go ahead. We'll have a few more drinks,

then we'll catch you up.

Oh. I think this is all getting

very silly, don't you?

Yes, I do!

Waiter. Another pint please.

But if we're ever going to race

shouldn't we get started?

My dear old girl

When that car gets started

You'll be intoxicated by the

exuberance of you own velocity.

Ha. Ha. Did'ya get that?

I said you'd...

You'll be intoxicated by the...

I'm not drinking anything a'tall today.

Nothing a'tall.

I'll show him.

The pompous ass.

Any sign of them yet?

Come off it, darling.

You want us to win, don't you?

Yes, of course I do.

But I still think it's ridiculous.

No I can't see them.

Good. Imagine him waving

us off like that. Conceited clown.

Why don't you start it?

I say...

Would you mind giving

me a push, please.

They're in a race against that Darracq.

All right, let's go.

Thank you.

Here we go.

Very decent of you.

All together now. Push up.

Faster, please.

Push up. Push up.

Come on. Faster.

Faster. Come on. Faster.

Faster, madame, faster.

Come on, faster.

Push, madame, push.

Well done!

We'll have that.

Well, I doubt if they'll believe

us in court. But you were doing

- About 50 miles per hour.

- Yes, but I can explain, officer.

- You see.

- Trying to kill yourselves?

- No. Not really. We're in a race.

- Race?

- What are you racing in that?

- Another fellow in a 1904 spyker.

Since when has the veteran car

club gone in for racing?

- Well, it hasn't really. But you see...

- Well, you're in a restricted area!

You're not going to

give us a ticket, are you?

Sorry, madame.

But officer, we're already

in so much trouble.

Who'd know if you

just let us go.

We'd me so grateful.

Really.

Well don't let's catch you again.

Darling, you were wonderful.

They might have kept

us there for 10 minues.

Adieu!

Hi.

Ambrose can't be

very far behind.

Get those sheep outta here!

You can't block up

the whole road like this.

Go on, woman,

get 'em outta here!

Go on. Get out of it!

Look, there's a short cut

up there. We can round them.

Oh, Ambrose!

Ambrose, no!

No!

We're stuck.

Lovely, get out and push.

Me? What about my stockings?

Aw, never mind those

I'll buy you a dozen pairs.

Go on, Rosalind,

get out and push.

No, not like that.

Get your shoulder into it.

There she comes.

There she comes.

We're gonna' go.

We'll back it get going.

- Get going!

- Come on, hurry up. Get going.

Get out of it.

Come on.

I'm soaking.

Look at my clothes.

I can't bear anymore!

Look at me. I'm absolutely ruined!

- Aw, pipe down. You're all right.

- I want to go home.

Woman, don't you realize

we're in a race!

Will you kindly get

those sheep outta here.

Get 'em outta here!

We can get some

water over there.

Quick, run in there

and ask for some.

Oh Ambrose, stop for a second will you.

I can't see what I'm doing.

Stop. How can I stop?

Are you mad?

Now, see here, my friend.

I don't think

there's anyone here.

Oh, don't worry about that gate.

Run down to the stream.

- Don't be long, Wendy!

- Oh.

- Wendy! What are doing? Hurry up!

- Oh, shut up. I am.

Look. There they are.

What's the matter?

What do you want?

It's my wife.

She's going to...

I've got to get the nurse.

The district nurse.

Oh well, all right.

Well jump on.

- Hurry.

- Oh thanks, thank you very much.

It's the next one.

The turning on the left.

What? Do you mean to say

it's off the main road?

Only half a mile.

There, that one.

- But we can't. We're in a race...

- Don't be so ridiculous!

- Don't be such a stinker.

- This just isn't fair.

How can I be expected

to stand a junket like this.

He's making awfully

good time.

Straight. Straight.

You're fine.

Oh please, can't you

go a little faster.

- Shut up you silly ass.

- Go on. Go on.

Anything wrong?

There's nothing serious.

A broken fan belt.

So I have to get to a garage.

Could you possibly give me a tow?

- I'd be delighted. Got a rope?

- Yes thanks very much.

- On your way back from the big rally?

- Yes.

My name's Callaghan.

- J. C. Callaghan.

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