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... which means he ought to move over

and let the faster car through.

Let Scott through!

The bloody idiot.

Sarti's picked up three seconds.

You can't blame Pete

for wanting to race.

Not with a teammate!

He has to let him through!

Barlini in second place at the Gasometer

as Sarti completes 50 laps...

...half distance in the lead.

- That's my driver. Let go. Let me through.

- Damn you! Damn you!

- Get these people out of here!

- I waved him through.

- Where are the cops?

- You're a bloody liar.

- Please, Jeff.

I told you to take it easy with him.

- Apart from being a bloody coward!

- Jeff, don't.

- Shut up! You're a liar!

- Now, get these people out of here!

Shut up.

Look, you're through with me!

Now, just get out of my sight

as quick as you can!

Something's happened.

There has been an accident.

That's what they come for:

See someone get killed.

- How did it happen?

- A bloody lot you care.

- Don't say that. Don't speak to me like...

- Mrs. Stoddard.

You can stay here if you want.

It will be some time in surgery.

You've got what you want now.

He's finished with driving.

Maybe we'll have some peace

in our lives now.

You think so?

How I didn't spin out

is a miracle of skill and daring.

What do you think of this man?

In the middle of the race

he decided to take a swim.

It cost me two seconds.

From the manager.

Hey, Jean-Pierre.

You should fix that.

I have something in my room.

I just talked to the hospital.

- He's alive?

- Yeah.

Jordan says I was blocking.

Said I didn't give him a signal to pass.

- Did you?

- Of course I did.

The gearbox froze coming out of the tunnel

and I waved him through.

Got on the brakes, locked up,

and threw me in front of him.

Next thing I knew,

I was in the Mediterranean.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know. Gotta get a ride for the rest

of the season. I don't know where.

Pete?

Do you ever get tired?

Of the driving?

No.

Lately, I sometimes get very tired.

You know what I mean?

Very tired.

All right, unhook it.

Jeff is wrong, isn't he, Scott?

He says you're finished.

But you're not finished, are you?

I know, Scott.

Better than Jeff, better than anyone.

If I told them you'd drive again,

they'd think I was crazy.

They'll think you're crazy

when you tell them.

But you will, won't you, Scott?

You're in pieces now,

but it won't change anything for you.

You'll pull yourself together

and get back in the car somehow.

And for what?

To be better than Roger.

To compete against a dead man.

They don't know anything about that,

do they, Scott?

Not like I know.

They don't know it wasn't Pete Aron

in that car today...

...it was Roger you were trying to beat.

Roger's in every car you try to pass.

Well...

...this time, I'm the one that's finished.

No more for me, Scott.

I won't be there next time.

No more for me.

Please.

- Madame. Madame.

- Let me through.

Will he drive again?

Leave it.

Come on, will he be flown back to London?

Leave it.

I don't need your help.

You bastard.

- Agreement. Really.

- Yes, sir.

Then we can accuse Aron

of being ungentlemanly.

But not of breaking the rules.

- Oh, excuse me.

- I still don't agree.

At last. I began to think

you were not coming.

I'm afraid I got lost.

You need only have followed the crowd.

I wish I had known.

I've only myself to blame.

I invited them all.

First, a drink.

And then I will introduce you to some

people who will be able to help you.

Of course, you must tell me more about

the sort of things you'll be doing.

All in a day's work, Hugo.

This is work, huh?

It looks so easy.

I'd like you to meet

Miss Louise Frederickson.

This is Jean-Pierre Sarti.

Jean-Pierre, it was a wonderful race.

Fantastic.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

She...

She's an American journalist,

so be careful what you say, huh?

Would you believe it?

Once, a boy off the streets...

...and now he speaks to kings.

Anyone can speak to kings, Hugo.

But will they speak back?

But if they do, what will they say?

Oh, you see must see my museum.

- Something that might interest you.

- Museum?

- Yes. It's a...

- Jean-Pierre?

- Marvelous, Jean-Pierre.

- Thank you.

- Simply marvelous.

- Thank you.

Your first nine. Hugo, you've got

to come to settle an argument...

...about the 1932 Targa Florio.

He's the only one old enough

to have been there.

Now, there is a dubious distinction.

Was an excellent race you did today.

Well done.

- Thank you, Bob. Thank you very much.

- Very good.

Suppose I show you the museum?

Obviously, if I don't escape from here,

we'll never get past "hello."

Come to think of it,

we haven't even managed that yet.

Now...

...hello.

- Hello.

- What did she mean, "your first nine"?

- Points.

Toward the Drivers' World Championship.

Have you known Hugo very long?

Since yesterday.

Someone in New York

gave me his name.

He's offered me his influence.

Which I gather is quite extensive.

Influence? For what?

Well, I work for an

American fashion magazine.

We're going to do

an issue around racing cars.

Yes! Now, I have it.

Of course.

Louise Frederickson.

You once did an article about my wife,

Monique Delvaux.

"One of the 27 best-dressed

business women in the world."

Something like that.

Only 10.

You were away at the time, as I recall.

Yes. "While..."

"While her husband is off

racing motor cars...

...this busy woman executive

spends long evenings in her office...

...administering the complex affairs

of the Delvaux Motor Company."

I remember that part quite well.

It had about it the slight hint

of feminine prejudice...

...toward the footloose male.

It wasn't meant to sound that way.

Is your wife here tonight?

She never comes to the races.

Charming, isn't it?

I can use this.

It's interesting.

Do you like motor racing?

I don't know.

I had never seen a race before today.

- What are these?

- Autographs.

People in motor racing.

Where are you?

Over there somewhere.

Are you going

to the palace party tonight?

I wasn't invited.

I invite you.

There are a lot of parties tonight,

aren't there?

Yes.

- Is that the usual thing after a race?

- Of course.

And I can assure you...

...that if you don't come

to the palace party tonight with me...

...you will be missed.

And this man Stoddard,

will he be missed too?

I don't understand.

- Do you know Stoddard?

- No.

But I find it difficult to understand

how this sort of thing can be going on.

The celebrations.

When a man lies in a hospital,

possibly crippled for life.

If he were dead,

it would be the same.

More subdued perhaps, but the same.

And apparently it doesn't

affect you at all. None of you.

I'm sorry.

I guess that was all very rude of me.

Before you leave,

I want to tell you something.

Not about the others.

But about myself.

I used to go to pieces.

I'd see an accident like that

and feel so weak inside...

...that I wanted to quit.

To stop the car and walk away.

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