Grand Prix Page #5

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To live with that.

Will you go back to America

when you are finished with your click-click?

Yes, of course.

You couldn't be persuaded

to remain in Europe?

My life is in America.

What is your life?

What is it?

I never thought about that, I suppose.

Well, think about it.

Friends...

...work.

That's my life.

My friends and my work.

Well, one needs those.

But what do you need now?

Nothing.

Liar.

Come with me, Louise.

- Where?

- To a place I have in Monza.

I have to go there to test a new car.

There are two weeks before

the Belgium Grand Prix.

We could leave tonight after the party.

Come with me.

And your wife?

We share nothing

but our business interests.

Nothing.

What do you think we would share?

More than that.

A bed?

More than that.

With luck.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

- Why do you all do that?

- Do what?

Wear your sunglasses on top of your head?

- I don't know.

- It looks ridiculous.

I guess you're going to the party tonight.

- No. You?

- No.

What are you going to do about dinner?

- How many guesses do I get?

- Nine.

- Guesses?

- O'clock.

Mr. Yamura?

Mr. Yamura, I got your message.

Your message.

Yes, I was hoping

it would reach you in time.

Well, I thought...

Well, you do speak English.

Yes, but not for the press.

I hope you will forgive me.

That's quite all right.

There have been times when I wish I'd been

able to pull something like that myself.

I gather, then, that you didn't ask me

here as a reporter?

Will you join me in some tea?

Some years ago,

when I decided to race cars...

...I tried to buy

the Jordan-BRM Company.

Oh, yes. I had heard that.

Impatience on my part.

I also manufacture radios

and sewing machines.

In order to save time,

I wanted a proven product.

That was not to be, however.

Racing cars are not merely

another product.

They require great attention.

If any success is to be hoped for.

Than that's why you're here.

I have been racing my car

in Formula 1 for two years.

And have yet to win my first Grand Prix.

I intend to win by whatever means

are open to me.

That's the right attitude.

All you have to do is go fast enough

and long enough.

And with the best drivers.

Do you want a job with me?

- Driving?

- Driving, of course.

- Who are you dumping?

- Dumping?

Oh, which one of your drivers

are you getting rid of?

Neither one.

I am entering a third car.

- That will be expensive.

- Yes.

You've got a driver.

My racing headquarters

is at Silverstone in England.

- Can you be there next week?

- Yes, sir.

We must begin to think about Spa.

- Next week, then.

- By the way, you are a terrible broadcaster.

Mr. Aron.

If giving you the job

would have meant firing...

...one of the other drivers,

would you still have taken it?

Good.

- Is it true what you said about Scott?

- What?

About not being able to sleep

the night before a race?

A man like that

should be in some other line of work.

I'll bet you sleep like a baby.

I'm divorcing him.

Are you?

Why tell me?

Well, because I don't think

you were entirely joking...

...when you said you're

an old-fashioned boy at heart.

And old-fashioned boys

have old-fashioned scruples.

- About what?

- About other people's wives.

I don't follow you.

Like hell you don't.

Good night.

- Memo?

- Jean-Pierre.

Memo, good to see you.

I would like you to meet Miss Frederickson.

How do you do?

Yes, there's luggage in the car.

Rafael?

Come, I'll show you around.

The only member of this club?

The only one

who keeps an apartment here.

In fact, I have the only apartment.

"Jean-Pierre Sarti,

World Champion, 1961."

It's so quiet.

Appreciate it while you can.

At Grand Prix time,

crowds, excitement, noise. Terrible.

- Care to drink?

- No.

Are you very tired?

No.

To health, wealth and happiness.

You are very greedy.

No.

Hopeful.

There are seven more races.

Yes, seven.

And then?

Do you want to think that far?

No.

Good.

Now I feel marvelous.

Marvelous.

And you?

Yes.

Smile for the cameras.

Come.

As you can see,

we work day and night here...

...to get the car ready.

I'll take your word for it.

We must immediately mold

the cockpit for you.

Yes, sir.

All right? Or too long?

- I like what you've done here.

- Thank you.

I was afraid it might have offended.

Offended? How?

My not adapting to your ways.

No, not at all, sir.

I promise you, if I'm ever in Japan

and I entertain you for dinner...

...you'll get a fork.

Fair enough.

Right after the war...

...my house in Tokyo was used

by an American general and his family.

When it was returned to me...

...it had flowered wallpaper...

...three new bathrooms

and four new closets.

Americans, I think,

are over-devoted...

...to bathrooms and closets.

Well, we accumulate things.

And then you lock them away in closets.

And the bathrooms?

No, no. You don't get me on that one.

- Were you in the war?

- Yes. And you?

No, I missed it by a year.

In the war, I was a fighter pilot.

I shot down 17 American planes.

- Okay.

- I believe...

...that some things

must not be left unsaid.

There will come a time...

...when you will ask yourself:

"What did he do in the war?

This man, Yamura?"

- Mr. Yamura, I like you.

- Why?

Well, because...

- Because you come right to the point.

- In a sense...

...you're here because you drive a car...

...the way I conduct my business.

You come right to the point.

- Hello, Mrs. Stoddard. Nice to see you.

- Jeff.

- Scott.

- That's okay, just get me the crutches.

- All right, come here.

- Hello, Mother.

- It's good to have you home.

- How are you? The place looks terrific.

Thanks. Hello.

- Welcome home, sir.

- Thank you.

Gates, come and shake my hand.

- How are you?

- Terrific, thank you.

Come along in.

Careful there, it's slippery.

Can you manage all right?

I'll get Thompson to bring lunch

to your room.

- I'll eat downstairs.

- You can't go downstairs again.

I'm getting up the stairs,

I can certainly get down them again.

If worse comes to the worse,

I can always slide down the banisters.

- Right?

- Yes.

- You'll stay for lunch, Jeff?

- I'd love to.

I should've thought you'd have

cleared this lot out long ago.

- Why?

- Roger's dead.

It's just too bloody morbid.

- Where are your own things?

- I don't know.

Around somewhere.

Of course, they're nothing compared

to this lot.

Something to shoot for, old boy.

You gotta have something to shoot for.

- Okay, you can say what you're thinking.

- What am I thinking?

That I haven't got all this

to shoot for anymore.

But you're wrong, you know.

Quite wrong.

What really scares me, here at Spa,

is driving into a cloudburst.

You're doing 160 in the dry...

...then you're suddenly driving

into a wall of rain.

Can't even see the car in front.

Just like trying to swim underwater

in the dark.

Please, Bob, in a moment.

The point is, gentlemen...

...the road condition on the approach

to the S's before Stavalo...

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