Herbie Rides Again Page #5

No. You can't.

You heard what Nicole said.

Nicole is a very sweet girl,

but at her age,

she can't order me around.

- May I go with you?

- That won't be necessary.

No, but I think

Nicole would prefer it.

Come back!

Mrs.. Steinmetz! Come back!

This is a nasty whiplash, Mr. Hawk.

I think you try to do too much.

I know, Millicent, but besides you,

who can I depend on?

I have to do everything...

Who are those clowns?

Your new lawyers.

You fired the others yesterday.

Fellas, I'm gonna tear down

the Steinmetz firehouse, OK?

Just a moment.

You have the necessary permit?

Of course I don't have a permit!

I don't even own the land yet!

That would jeopardize the legal

status of your new building.

- We can't permit you...

- Get out of here!

I didn't hire you

to tell me what I can't do.

I hired you

to tell me how I can do it.

Go!

Everyone lets me down. You know me.

I'm enthusiastic, boyishly eager.

All I get is cheap lawyer talk.

Poor Mr. Hawk. It just isn't fair.

Nevertheless, I shall not falter.

I'm like a sensitive,

finely tuned violin.

All I need to restore me is

a few moments of peace and quiet.

Turn it off!

You idiot! What are you doing?

Washing the windows.

Mr. Hawk's orders.

I am Mr. Hawk! Get out of here!

OK. Cancel the windows.

You better shut the window.

It runs up the air conditioning bill.

You're fired! Get your money...

Mr. Hawk's orders!

They may harass me,

but don't let them ever think

they have me beaten.

That is when Alonzo Hawk

is at his most dangerous.

Yes, sir.

Millicent,

this is what I want you to do.

I want you to try and get

Fred Loostgarten on the phone.

He used to work for our

wrecking company before I fired him.

He has a one-horse operation

of his own now.

Yes. I think that's how

Captain Steinmetz

would handle the situation.

Excuse me, could you tell me

where Mr. Hawk's office is?

Yes, ma'am. The old buzzard

is 2 8 stories up,

six windows to the left.

I'm sorry, I don't hear so good

from this side.

- 2 8th floor! Can't miss it.

- Thank you so much.

No! Mrs. Steinmetz! Stop!

Mrs. Steinmetz, come back. Stop!

Mrs. Steinmetz!

Help!

Grandma!

Mrs. Steinmetz!

Help!

Mrs....! Grandma!

Help!

Mrs. Steinmetz!

Grandma! Help!

Mrs. Steinmetz!

Help! Grandma!

Is that you, Mr. Whitfield?

Where are you?

Down here! Help me!

There you are.

Just a minute, I'm coming.

No, stay where you are.

Just take us down.

Of course, Mr. Whitfield. But first,

promise to let me see Mr. Hawk.

Anything. I'll do anything you say.

Very well, Mr. Whitfield.

Loostgarten, buddy! How are you?

I know things haven't gone so well,

but that's life, buddy.

Yeah, right, Mr. Hawk.

I got to thinking

I've got to find a job

for my friend Loostgarten

and here it is.

You know that old firehouse

on the site for Hawk's Plaza?

Yeah?

Get your wrecking ball

and smash it.

I want nothing left

but itsy-bitsy splinters.

Don't worry, Willoughby. I shall be

perfectly polite, but firm.

A permit? I don't get one till

tomorrow morning.

- But, Mr. Hawk, I...

- Loostgarten!

The job has to be done tonight!

Take it or leave it!

Millicent, my dear, put a cheque

in the mail to Loostgarten.

Loostgarten Wrecking Company.

A thousand on account.

Tonight, he's gonna smash that

crummy old firehouse to matchwood!

That'll teach that battle-axe

a lesson.

No, Grandma, he won't like that.

I don't care what he doesn't like!

Knock down my home, will he?

Uncle Alonzo,

you haven't met Mrs. Steinmetz.

How do you do?

Don't worry,

everything's under control.

That's just dandy!

Now you've done it!

You've made Herbie very angry!

Oh! No!

No! Stop! Stop!

Get out, get out! Get out!

No! No! Go away!

No, Herbie, stop.

Wrong way.

Stay away from me! Someone

come in and stop this thing.

Shouldn't we see

what all those noises are?

Mr. Hawk said he didn't want

to be disturbed.

Herbie.

Uncle?

Now's a good time to explain...

You?

Stop it!

Will you be going out

for a while, Mr. Hawk?

Herbie!

Got to get away from that thing.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Mrs. Steinmetz!

- I told you Mr. Hawk was busy.

Oh, shut up!

And get off my building!

There must be some way

to make this car behave.

I don't like to threaten Herbie.

He has been trying to help us.

But there's one thing

Herbie is afraid of.

Now stop, Herbie.

Don't make me do it.

Please do it, Grandma!

Very well, Herbie.

It so happens that I know

this nice used-car lot...

I would hate to call Mr. Honest Al,

the used-car man.

Of course, I never would do it.

I don't think Herbie believes

I would, either. But it works.

What a lovely morning.

I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Did we get the name of the man who

thinks he'll knock down my firehouse?

It was Loostgarten, of

the Loostgarten Wrecking Company.

I'll write that down.

We're going to need it.

Thanks anyway for trying, Millie.

Millie works on Hawk's airline,

but can't find his address.

- May I say something?

- No. You didn't look after Grandma.

We need his address

or my idea won't work.

- We'll think of something else.

- I am going to say something.

See, I've sent Uncle Alonzo a card

every Christmas since I was seven.

And here's his address.

Willoughby! You're wonderful!

Loostgarten speaking.

This is Alonzo Hawk.

Right, Mr. Hawk.

There's been a change of plan.

Don't knock down that firehouse.

Instead, knock down

343, Oleander Heights. Got it?

343, Oleander Heights.

- Right.

- Write it down!

Yes, Mr. Hawk.

I don't want you blackballed

in the wrecking-ball business,

if you get what I mean.

You were wonderful!

Yes. I know it's three o'clock

in the morning, but I can't sleep.

You're my doctor, aren't you?

Sometimes, old-fashioned remedies

seem to work best, Mr. Hawk.

- Have you tried counting sheep?

- Sheep?

Picture in your mind's eye

a grassy, green meadow.

A whitewashed three-rail fence.

A flock of sweet little sheep.

They begin to jump over the fence.

One sheep...

Six sheep.

Seven sheep.

Eight sheep.

Nine sheep.

Ten...

Yeah, what is it?

Sorry to disturb you

at this time of night,

but a guy in my job

can't afford to make mistakes.

What are you talking about?

- That address you gave me?

- What about it?

343, Oleander Heights.

You're sure it's the right address?

Of course I'm sure, you idiot!

I know it as well as I know

my own address.

Wait a minute.

It is my own address!

Loostgarten!

No! Not this...!

This is my house, you dumb jerk!

This time, you're really through!

You...!

We beat him!

I knew he'd cave in.

He couldn't stand the heat.

Hello?

Good morning, Mr. Hawk.

Now that it's over, I had to phone

to say how much I admire

the plucky fight you put up

for that sweet little firehouse.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Hawk.

What caused my change of heart was

an accident to my own little house.

It brought home to me how terrible it

is to lose something you really love.

What happened, Mr. Hawk?

Well, a very confused man

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