Red Line 7000

Thank you, tom.

See you later, bud.

Hello, Mike.

You too busy to say hello?

James loomis. I was wondering

when you'd get here.

Just barely made it.

Plane was late.

Well, pat was right.

What does that mean?

Well, he had Larry frank

qualify your car.

How did he do?

You're in the fourth row.

He did alright.

I hear you did all right

in California.

How did you know?

Oh, you mean racing.

Yeah, I meant racing.

Well, I won one,

came close in a couple.

Well, what was it you thought I meant?

Well, I guess

you'll find out soon.

I met a girl.

Is that it?

I've got news for you.

We've got them here, too.

Yeah, but not like this one.

You sound serious.

Right off the deep end.

You going to marry her?

All I have to do is persuade her.

Well, with her in

California and you here...

I left her a plane ticket.

She'll be here in a day or two.

Hi, Jim. Glad you made it.

- Hi, pat.

- Have a nice trip?

Except for being late.

Uh, by the way, we have a pit

board with a yellow border

for your signals, and

you use the same old black one.

You think you fellas can

keep that straight?

Alright, papa-

all drivers report

to their cars immediately.

You better hurry. You

don't have much time.

You ready?

All set.

Shall we?

The cars are pulling

onto the track.

In a few moments, you're

going to see the start

of the annual Daytona 500,

40 of the fastest cars

in the country.

On the pole, Paul goldsmith

in a Plymouth.

His qualifying time

a new track record,

179.910 miles per hour.

On the outside, Richard petty

in car number 43.

Row two, on the pole,

car number 26, Bobby eisigs,

and on the outside,

Mike marsh in the 28 car.

All of the great ones.

Alright, the pace car is

leading the way.

It's near the end

of the pace lap.

They're starting to pick up

speed faster and faster.

We may see a start on

the first final round.

Watch the starter.

They're coming onto the straightaway.

The pace car is heading

for the apron.

Here they come.

The race is under way.

500 miles to go.

500 tough, grueling miles

for man and machine.

All 40 cars are taking

the green flag

and jamming into the first turn.

It's Mr. petty,

former national champion,

taking the lead.

On his tail is

Mike marsh in the 28 car.

Running third is Bobby eisigs.

Look at Jim loomis go!

Pat, Jim's going too fast.

Slow him down.

Loomis must be trying

to prove a point.

He's driving way over his head.

Loomis has blown his engine.

He's heading for car number 63,

rolling clear over

car number 63,

slamming into the wall,

sliding down the straightaway,

parts all over the racetrack.

And now he has

burst into flames.

There is confusion all over

the race track as 10 cars

try to avoid the crack up.

Race fans, this is one of the

worst fires we have ever seen.

At Daytona

international speedway.

Here's the driver

coming out of the car,

and the fire crews

are hurrying toward him.

Pat, I don't know.

All I know is

just before the race,

Jim was talking about this girl.

Expecting her here in a

couple of days, he said.

You know her name?

It might help.

No, no. No name, no address.

Did you go through his things?

Yep. Nothing.

- Not even a little black book?

- Yeah, sure.

You've called

every number in it.

You and every other

joker around here.

I guess we'll just have to

wait till she gets here.

Come on in.

Imagine that...

A girl gets on a plane, flies

clear across country

expects to marry a guy.

I hope she can take it.

4:
30, fellas.

Jim will raise hell if

we're late to his funeral.

Let's go.

- Car out front?

- Yep.

Mike. Pat.

Boys, that girl you

told me about is here.

You know, Jim's girl.

She got in about an hour ago.

There wasn't anything

i could do.

I had to tell her that Jim was dead.

Oh, she got all...

Her face got white.

I asked her if I could help,

but she said she'd like a

drink, so I gave her one.

It seemed to do some good.

Then I told her you fellas

were at the funeral,

there was probably still time,

i could drive her over there.

She just got a funny look on

her face, she said that, well,

she didn't want to go. Says it

was her fault that Jim was dead.

I don't know what

she meant by that.

So, I took her over to your room,

Mike and found another drink for her.

She's over there now.

I, uh, I hope

that was o.K.

Oh, sure.

Thanks, pop.

Well...

Hey, Mike, I'm not too

good with crying women.

I think I'm gonna cut out.

What makes you think I'm an expert?

Come on. You, too.

What did you say

about crying women'?

Sometimes this kind of music is better

than a hymn to some people.

Hello?

Anybody in there?

Hey...

Hey.

- Come on.

- No.

Uh, she's asleep.

Out cold.

Well, I guess

you can't blame her.

No.

Suppose there's nothing

we can do until morning.

I'll see you then. Come on.

- Good night, Mike.

- Yeah.

Yeah? What is it?

Can I come in?

Ok, come on in.

Uh, I'm Mike marsh.

I was a friend of Jim's.

Hi.

- This your room?

- Mm-hmm.

- Who put me to bed?

- Oh, uh, I did.

Where are my things?

Out here.

I took 'em.

I'd like to have them, please.

Sure.

Here you go.

- There you go.

- Why'd you take them?

Um, I didn't want you to go before

i had a chance to talk to you.

Look, I'd feel more like talking if i

had a minute to pull myself together.

Sure.

I'll, uh, fix you

some breakfast.

All I want is coffee.

Alright.

Well, you look a little better.

- I don't feel better.

- Here.

Thanks.

Uh...

I... I don't even

know your name.

Holly macgregor.

What did you want to

talk to me about?

Uh, a number of things.

One is that, uh...

Jim said he was in love with

you and wanted to marry you.

He told me that, too.

Well, then why is it your

fault that Jim is dead and

why weren't you at the funeral?

Why don't we just drop it.

No, we won't just drop it. I'd like

to know. He was a friend of mine.

Can't you just let it go?

Alright, I'll tell you.

He's dead because

he was in love with me,

because I'm bad luck.

That's why it was my fault.

That's crazy.

Is it? Are you so sure?

Twice before, the same

thing happened.

And, each time, I wound up going

to a funeral instead of a wedding.

Do you want to hear how

the other two died?

Uh, no, no. Not necessarily.

Well, anyway, I met Jim.

And we had fun.

A lot of fun.

And, when he asked me to marry

him, I thought why not?

Then I remembered,

and I said no,

and I told him why...

Because I was a

hoodoo and a jinx,

but he wouldn't believe

in my kind of luck.

That's why he died and that's

why I didn't go to the funeral.

Oh, damn it.

Why did he have to die?

Why did he have to run into me?

That's a lot of

damn nonsense, Holly.

Oh, I knew you'd say that.

I could have bet you'd say that.

Oh, I'm making a fool of myself. Excuse me.

Come on in.

Morning.

Uh, coffee.

Help yourself.

No, no thanks.

I had mine.

How's the young lady

this morning?

That's a long St...

The young lady's making

a fool of herself again.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes