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- Hello again.

- Pete, how are you?

Mr. Yamura? My name is Pete Aron.

Mr. Yamura wishes you to know that he,

of course, recognizes from photographs...

...the well-known Mr. Aron.

Although he was at first

somewhat confused...

...to find you in your present occupation.

He also offers his regrets in regard

to your unfortunate accident at Monaco.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much, sir.

I was wondering if Mr. Yamura

would consent to doing an interview?

Mr. Yamura regrets

he does not give interviews.

Well, I'm sorry. Thank you,

thank you very much, sir.

- See you, Tim.

- See you later, Pete.

Well, I'm off to a flying start.

- Well, there's always Nino.

- Yeah. There's always Nino.

He was born in Cerda, Sicily, you know.

Not a crumb of bread in the house.

But he always knew that someday,

someday a poor guy, you know.

Of course there's no trouble

between Scott and me.

I've simply resumed my career.

Well, one of my careers.

Mostly at Scott's urging,

I might add.

It would hardly be a proper motor

racing season...

... without the Stoddard name connected

to it in some way, would it, Pat?

Considering what the Stoddards have been

to the sport in the past few years.

Needless to say, I'm present in a far more

humble capacity than Scott would be.

I'm delighted to be able to represent

the name for the rest of this season.

Pat, when did you last talk to Scott?

Can you give us some idea

of how he's coming along?

Oh, we talk two or three times a day.

He's coming along beautifully.

And he wants everyone to know

how very grateful he is for all the hun...

That interview concludes

this broadcast from Clemont Ferrand.

Tomorrow at 3:
00,

there will be a live transmission...

...of the start of the French Grand Prix.

- Hello, Jean-Pierre.

- Hello.

Hello. Pete.

You were fine.

That was beautiful, Pat.

Really beautiful.

Particularly the part about representing

the Stoddard name?

That was especially good.

You'll have to be careful, though.

If Scott gets a load of that kind of thing,

he's liable to recover very quickly.

You'll be out of a career again.

You're very superior, Mr. Aron.

For the man to put Scott Stoddard

where he is.

Scott put Scott where he is.

That was a perfectly appalling thing,

what he said to that girl.

He may have done it badly,

but he isn't altogether wrong, you know.

The Stoddards don't exactly have

what one would call a fairy-tale marriage.

- Well, that's their business, isn't it?

- Not if she chooses...

...to discuss it

in front of a television camera.

Now, would you care for some lunch?

Nino seems to have enough there

for all of us.

That's what comes

of a poverty-stricken childhood.

This girl has died from over-timing.

Enough food. I need the sun.

The sun it will be.

Sun, food and sex.

It's hard to think of them

10 years from now.

Fat and married.

With five fat children.

Maybe.

Maybe they'll avoid it.

The marriage or the fat?

Both.

You don't believe in marriage?

It depends on whose marriage it is.

- I apologize for that.

- Why?

Because it was bad manners.

What does it matter to you

what I do or don't do?

A girl has to make a living.

Last time a girl said that to me,

she was stepping out of her skirt...

...and asking for a hundred-dollar bill.

- Making a comparison?

When did you last talk to Scott?

- At Monaco.

- That's sweet.

Why are we being so offensive?

Probably because

we don't like each other.

Speak for yourself.

Now, you see?

The object is to put the fly exactly

where you want it to be.

Well, what difference does it make?

It's a big lake.

The difference is the art of it.

We could wade out and hit the fish

over the head...

...but there would be no art in that,

would there? Now...

Now, is that where you

wanted it to land?

Would I admit to anything else?

Where was I?

You began racing

because of your marriage.

Yeah.

When we got married,

Monique and I...

...Delvaux had just started competition

and I began testing cars.

The next step, of course, was racing.

Delvaux stopped racing some years ago.

But I kept on.

Why?

Well, actually I think

I've begun to wonder myself.

But I suppose it doesn't really matter.

A man does what he does.

We do what we most want to do,

I suppose.

Now, you try.

Here, and here.

Hold it here.

This way. Here.

Where are the fish?

The fire is too high.

We must have a bed of embers.

We will have a bed of cold gray ashes

by the time you catch a fish.

Have faith, Nino.

I tell you, there are fish.

Now, very gently.

Come on. Now.

- Very good.

- There.

Is that a good place for it to be?

Doesn't really matter.

It's a big lake.

Hey! My stomach refuses to accept

your promises any longer.

If there were some beefsteak,

I would cook you meat...

...in the style of the Auvergne.

- An excellent idea.

There is no beefsteak.

We will have fish.

In the house, hidden behind the cheese...

...in the cooler: Beefsteak.

We will save some for you

because there are no fish in this lake.

Go away, Nino!

You are too close!

Why aren't you married?

Well, it's not a very subtle question, is it?

I need all my subtlety for the trout.

How do you know I'm not married?

I have noted the unmarried

woman's brave air of independence...

...mingled with vague longing.

Independence, maybe.

Vague longing. I wasn't aware of that.

Something perhaps

only a man would see.

Or imagine.

Well, no vague longing, then?

But not too much

independence either, I hope.

Very bad for a woman

to be too independent.

Very bad for whom?

I like to be free.

I like traveling.

I like making my own decisions.

Meeting new people, working.

I like to be free.

I was married once.

But he was in love

with someone else.

You going to win tomorrow?

Probably.

Could we declare a truce long enough

for you to buy me a drink?

Sure.

I'll have one of those.

Well, Sarti did it again.

Yeah, he drove a good race.

How do you like your new job?

It's what I've always wanted to do.

You know, I've known you for, what?

Two and a half years.

And all I know about you

is that you drive cars.

That's all anyone knows

so far as I can tell.

You've just written my biography.

"The Silent and Secretive Pete Aron."

"Inside Pete Aron."

"What's Pete Aron Really Like?"

It will never sell.

Will you give me a lift back to the hotel?

I'll never understand

why none of you...

...get this sort of thing out

of your systems on the track.

We all drive like maniacs.

I've left Scott, you know.

Really.

Yes, I know.

You've got a great sense of timing.

You think I should be at his bedside,

nursing him back to health and vigor?

I guess I'm just

an old-fashioned boy at heart.

You don't understand.

I left him because he won't quit.

He won't stop racing.

And I couldn't take it anymore.

I couldn't stand it.

You know what he does

the night before a race?

He lies in bed and sweats.

But then, you wouldn't know

what that would be like for a woman.

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