Little Fauss and Big Halsy Page #8

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- Who?

(Rita groans)

Hey.

(Rita hums melodically)

All I'm lookin' for out of

this is a factory contract.

I'm just tired.

I'm tired of leanin' on

dealers all over the country.

To ride them name-brands

in every fairground

and county fairs all over the country.

Just to get on some factory

team at 40 or $60,000 a year.

That's all Sears Point means to me.

- [Voiceover] Let's play

dealer wins, it's my beer.

(overlapping conversation)

- Come on, Halsy, deal.

Come on, Frank, put 'em up.

- All right, man, let's go.

- Everybody in?

- [Voiceover] Hell, I

thought we were bein' raided.

Is poker legal in California or what?

- Lock the door will ya, babe?

- I ran into an old friend

of yours downstairs.

- Who?

- I asked him to come up.

(Halsy burps)

(background chatter)

Well, if ain't Little Fauss my old tuner.

Good deal.

How are ya?

Come on in, grab a chair.

(muffled background chatter)

- Who's into who?

Somebody's into somebody.

Do you want a beer?

You know Rita, oh yeah, you seen our kid?

- Yeah, you got a nice baby.

- Thank you, well how do you know, man?

You haven't even seen

her, she's over here.

- I seen her when your old

lady dragged me up here.

- There's nothin' like a kid in the world.

Nothin' like a kid.

- [Voiceover] Are you playin' or not?

- Yeah, hell I'm in.

- [Voiceover] Get in or get out.

- So you're in cockroach manner too, huh?

That's what I call this

place, cockroach manner.

- It's ritzy enough for me.

- Huh?

What?

- Ritzy enough for me.

- Oh no, man, I'm only kiddin'.

Sure, it's beautiful.

TV.

You're only in San

Francisco once, I always say

and all my friends are here.

- I better get some sleep

if I wanna get some practice

laps in in the morning.

- Yeah man, sure.

You better get some sleep.

- [Voiceover] I'll go two

bucks just to get you out.

- [Voiceover] Okay, I'll see you for two.

- Me, I do all my

partying before the race.

Then I'm so hungover all I

wanna do is get that race over.

Damned if I don't race better

just tryin' to get that race

over and back on the road.

- [Voiceover] I'll raise you a half.

- It's just another greasy spoon, right?

- You don't think big, Little.

That's your problem, probably

from racin' dirt too much.

No more suckin' around for

tires and candy-ass spark plugs

for me, babe, no sir.

One year in the national

circuit, then out.

Out while I'm on top.

Go on TV as a famous sports celebrity.

Racin' ain't the only way to make money.

- [Voiceover] The dealer folds.

- Best of luck to you.

- I was even sayin' to old

Rita I thought we might go up

and visit her folks and

kinda make 'em feel good.

- You got a kind heart, you know that?

- [Voiceover] All right

deal it, man, let's go.

- Hey, it's not my deal.

Damnit, whose deal is it anyway?

I ain't runnin' a casino around here.

How's she supposed to get any sleep?

- [Voiceover] Somebody grab the cards.

- [Voiceover] Yeah, see ya.

(overlapping background chatter)

See ya later, Paul.

- [Halsy] Paul? What you talkin' about?

It's Halsy, man!

- [Voiceover] See you later, man.

- How you doin', Rita?

- I'm doin' good, Little,

how are you doin'?

- [Little] All right.

- [Rita] That's good.

What's happenin'?

- [Little] Draft board got me.

- Uh, thought you said you had to go home

and get some sleep, Little?

- Draft board's got me, I got drafted.

- Crash your bike, man, get reclassified.

- You mean, hurt myself on purpose?

- That's what I done.

- I don't feature that.

I don't feature that.

(Halsy groans)

- [Halsy] Except when you go

to wreck yourself a little,

you end up wreckin' yourself a lot.

(chimes)

- [Voiceover] Operator.

- Operator, I'd like to

make a long-distance call

to Pebble Beach, California.

- [Voiceover] What's the caller's estate?

- Uh, to the country club.

- [Voiceover] Do you have the number?

- No, I don't know the number.

And that's person-to-person

to Mr. and Mrs. Jack Nebraska.

- [Voiceover] That'll be 75 cents, please.

- Okay.

(rattling)

- [Voiceover] 25 cents more, please.

- Just a minute, I'm comin' up with it.

- [Voiceover] Thank you.

- [Voiceover] Hello, who is it?

- It's Rita.

- [Voiceover] Would you speak up?

I'm sorry I can't hear you,

we got a bad connection here.

Who is it?

- Rita!

- She's gone.

- Who?

- (chuckles) Oh, who?

Who do you think, man? Rita.

She cut, split.

- She's not with me.

- Oh no, I know she's not with you, man.

What's she gonna do with

you if she cut out on me?

- She didn't even say goodbye?

(Halsy laughs)

- Who cares?

Screw her.

Once a whore, always a whore.

Hey.

What would you say to somethin' to eat?

Let's get somethin' to eat, how about it?

Some greasy spoon out there.

Come on!

- [Little] I ate.

- Come on, have a cup of coffee with me.

- I had coffee too.

- Oh well then have crumb,

hell have a toothpick.

Come on, watch me eat, come on.

I turned down Suzuki, did I tell ya?

- Good for you.

- Told them to take their

contract and shove it.

Ain't nobody gonna run

my life like that, man.

- All right.

- Sponsorship is nowhere, man.

Politics.

- That's right.

I had...

I had this offer to go race in Europe.

- [Little] Uh-huh.

- I had to turn it down

because of Rita and the kid.

Sh*t.

- You didn't have no offers, Halsy.

- Hey ma'am, can I have some coffee?

- Man, what a day for

her to leave on, huh?

- Oh no.

If a chick's gonna go she's

gonna go on your birthday

or on Christmas Eve, they

got their timin' down.

They know just when to cut ya.

- Hey, how's it goin', Halsy?

- Hey, what do you say, babe.

Are you hot today?

- [Voiceover] Yeah!

- 'Frisco. We made it, didn't we?

It ain't how you do, babe.

It's where you been, ain't

you learned that yet?

- It's how you do, Halsy.

- [Voiceover] With the temperature

here on the track at 111

degrees and under cloudless skies,

a North American Grand Prix.

Already we have a large crowd

to witness a professional

motorcycle road race and

we have people spaced

all over this race track

high on the hillsides

at the north edge of San

Francisco Bay here at beautiful

Sears Point International Raceway.

As we start getting underway

in just a few moments.

The factory teams doing battle.

(drowned out by loud droning engines)

And the starter's flag and we're off.

(cacophonous engine revving)

Taking the lead is Cal Grafer, number 25.

(muffled and distorted

announcement chatter)

Taking the back is a first,

we've got a duel going

between two of the unknown

first-time entries here

as number 10 Halsy Knox

and number 58 Little Fauss.

And they're really

see-sawing it back and forth.

The number 58, Fauss on the inside there.

Getting up to about half a bike lane.

And they're see-sawing it back and forth.

They are through the turns

and they should come down

the front straightaway side-to-side.

We'll find out who's got that horsepower.

But wait a minute,

approaching turn seven there,

number 10, Knox starts to stretch it out

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