Genevieve Page #6

- McKim, Alan McKim.

Madame.

Well what's the point of

rushing right now.

- This won't take long to fix.

- Without a we've lost?

Who said we've lost?

- Don't you admit that we've lost?

- Why should I?

But, being towed. You call that fair?

What did you expect me to do?

Tear it to pieces by driving with it loose?

- I didn't expect you to cheat.

- It's not cheating.

You're just mad

because you twisted your ankle.

If this isn't cheating.

Then what is?

You've been the same all day.

You didn't want to come to Brighton

in the first place.

- That's got nothing whatever to do with it.

- It's got everything to do with it.

- You've got to stick by the rules.

- Rules? Who makes the rules, anyway?

- Haven't you got any brakes?

- You stopped so suddenly.

Look what you've

done to this car.

It's not that serious,

you know, my my insurance...

Insurance?

What has that to do with it?

This car belongs to my wife.

When she sees what...

Hey. How did we get

ahead of you?

Just what does this mean?

- Have you conceded the race?

- Take your hands off that car!

Of course I haven't conceded the race.

I had to have a tow or i...

If we could need a tow to London,

we could be there in half the time.

What am I going to tell my wife?

What?

How do I know what you're going

to tell your wife. Ask my wife.

- But there wasn't a single mark on it!

- Who cares about your wife.

- Why don't you get outta here.

- What do you want, a public apology?

You're trying to get into private arguments?

- She only bought the car last summer.

- Oh, shut up!

You're worse than he is. Go away.

- Go away.

- You go away!

Yes go away. Go on get outta here.

Buzz off.

Oh, really. Alan!

- Can I help you sir.

- It's my fan belt. It's a broken link.

Right.

Now listen.

If you want to cheat and be pulled I'm

not prepared to...

Oh look, what's the difference

between being pushed or pulled.

- We were pushed for nearly half a mile.

- You keep out of this!

Now stop it. Both of you.

You're being ridiculous.

Either you call the whole thing off

or else stop behaving like lunatics.

All right.

If you're going to make this a race

in which anything goes, that suits me.

- I can fix it sir.

- Right.

Whenever you're ready,

duchess.

Isn't this becoming

just a little bit frantic?

Look what he's done to me.

Oh, he's no worse than Alan.

The same every year.

Come on. We're wasting time.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Wendy.

Thank you, sir.

Don't worry.

We'll catch them up.

What's wrong now?

Time check.

Oh, these flies.

They'll drive me absolutely crazy.

Well, you don't seem to have

enjoyed the picnic much.

- Yesterday, you said you'd rather have a...

- That was yesterday.

I'm sorry, Ambrose,

but I'm hot and I'm filthy.

Anyway

It was a sweet idea

and a nice surprise.

More wine?

I shouldn't drink anymore.

Oh, it makes me so sleepy.

Why don't you stretch out

and relax for a little while.

Can I?

Oh. It would be heaven.

- What about the race?

- Don't give it a thought.

We've all the time

in the world.

- But, if you lose that race...

- We won't lose. We can't.

McKim will be sitting

in that garage for hours.

How do you know he

hasn't already passed us.

Because he'll be

looking for this.

- You mean that car won't even run?

- Not ten feet.

So you see we haven't a thing in

the world to worry about.

Well, I must say, that's a

dirty trick to play on anybody.

Rosalind, you

saw him being towed.

Anyway, I wouldn't

have taken his money.

I don't care.

- I think it's just a rotten thing to do.

- Oh, be reasonable.

- I thought you'd enjoy a little break.

- I've had as much of this as I can stand.

I want to go home.

Oh, there's not need

to hurt Suzy. Come on Suzy.

- 42 minutes.

- I think this one will hold, sir.

All right, thanks.

What kind of a man

can do a thing like that!

That's what I want to know.

What kind of a man.

Oh, darling, don't worry so.

You'll make yourself ill.

Best I can do sir.

Should get you to London.

Thank you, sir.

Hope you catch him sir.

- We'll never catch him up now, darling.

- Never say die.

What kind of a man?

What kind of a man, though?

I mean I had to have a tow

or burn up my engine.

But, to make a bet and...

...then to deliberately to ruin

the other man's chances.

What on earth are you...

If you're about to become

a father. I'm not interested.

I'm sorry to trouble you sir.

But I wanted to ask if you

knew anything about the accident.

Accident?

Some friends of mine

who were on the rally.

A young couple name McKim.

We've just heard that they...

McKim?

What, do you mean to say.

Was it a serious accident?

Well, the chap that

just stopped here said.

Oh my.

Whom did you telephone?

What are you grinning about?

I suppose I should be grateful

for a break in the gloom.

Ambrose and Rosalind

probably be in London by now...

...and laughing at us.

What is it?

Oh, if you don't stop laughing

I'll go...

Will you stop that

silly row?

It's a surprise.

And here it comes. Here it comes.

What's the matter?

Some kind of an accident?

Someone's dying. Alan's rotten.

That dirty rotten.

I'll pay you back, for this.

I still say, you shouldn't

have done it.

I say he had it coming to him.

To let your best friend think

you'd been killed?

- My best friend.

- Oh, shut up, you make me sick.

What's the matter, officer?

You again.

What's going on?

This car's been reported stolen,

Can't be them, dave. The report that

it was stolen only half an hour ago.

It's that idiot we're racing.

The one I told you about.

- He put in a false report?

- Looks like it, officer.

I'm afraid he's a little insane.

He wouldn't stop at anything

to win this race.

Wouldn't he.

Where is he now?

- That's him, there!

- All right. You go on. We'll deal with him.

Don't be too hard on him, will you?

He can't really help it, you know.

What's up, officer.

- Your name, sir.

- Claverhouses, Ambrose Claverhouse.

Did you report a stolen car?

What?

Stolen car, no!

Why this is my car, officer.

May I see your license, sir.

Yes, of course.

Well

Well, wait a minute.

I've uh...

Ambrose!

Stop it!

- You'll have to stop somewhere for a minute.

- What?

Oh, no. Not now.

- Surely you can...

- No, I can't.

If you don't mind.

But officer.

I had new wicks put in

all the lamps only last week.

That tire's meant to be loose.

It's been like that for the last 49 years!

It'd be more regular to have him

sign a proper statement at the station.

Oh, but fair is fair, officer. You've

kept us here for four minutes already.

If we join this girl now

we won't even stand a chance.

- All right, but I warn you.

- Ah, thank you officer.

One more trick like that

and you'll be in real trouble.

I bet that shook him.

There, that'll do.

I tell you straight off.

That's the most disgusting

trick I've ever known a man to play.

Which trick? Stealing the top of my

float chamber and...

...telling the police I'd stolen my own car.

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