Genevieve Page #8

I... I simply can't tell you...

Wait a moment. I'm sure I've got a card.

Your wife might like

to come, too

And take the wheel

yourself, if you like.

I say, sir.

- Tomorrow evening?

- Tomorrow!

I'm very grateful, sir.

Very grateful, indeed.

Good day, sir.

Good day, madame.

Good bless you.

God bless you.

A wonderful old man.

Wasn't he?

Oh, Alan!

What's the matter?

What are you crying about?

Oh, darling, when you just sat there.

When you just sat there

I knew what you were thinking.

I knew you wouldn't just

drive away and leave him.

Come on, Wendy.

You know I don't

like to see you cry.

But you've lost her.

- You've lost Genevieve.

- I'll survive.

Oh, darling. I'm so sorry.

Wendy, stop it,

will you?

There's not reason to cry.

I mean a bet's a bet. I wouldn't have

made it if I hadn't been prepared to lose.

But Genevieve means more

to you, than, than anything.

You know she does.

Nonsense.

You'll give him the money instead.

Promise me you will.

Wendy, be sensible.

Promise me. I shall hate myself

for the rest of my life.

We'll talk about it. No. No,

you can always talk me into anything.

Say you will.

- Well it...

- Say it!

All right.

But it'll leave us

practically penniless.

Who cares about that.

Look.

All right. All right.

All right.

Leave it.

I'll get it.

Come on.

Come on, Wendy.

All right.

Don't forget.

Now, that's the lot.

Now get outta here!

No!

Look, there they are.

She's stalled.

Push the pedal.

Push the pedal!

You get in and steer.

- Come on, push.

- I am pushing.

Oh. Come on!

There!

Aha. We got 'em.

It's stuck.

You wait till next year!

You wait!

If I'm driving...

I'm driving I'd show you.

I'd been there two hours ago by...

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