Red Line 7000 Page #2
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- Year:
- 1965
- 110 min
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Oh? Well, maybe you
better tell me about it.
I'll, uh, tell you later, pat.
Pat kazarian, aren't you?
- Yes. Yes, I am.
- I'm Holly macgregor.
Holly.
Jim said the only reason
he'd leave California
is to drive one of your cars.
Yeah, well maybe he should've
stayed in California.
Yeah.
Well, uh,
wh-what's going on?
Um, I was just going to ask Holly
what she's going to do now.
Get a job.
go back to California.
Well, maybe we can help.
Thanks just the same.
if I got some work to do.
Maybe we know somebody.
Um...
Uh, who do we know?
- Well, I know you.
- And I know you.
I can see you're going to be
just what I need.
Look I don't think you have
to worry, Holly, about a job just yet
because I just talked to bill France at the
race track just before I came over here.
It seems that Jim loomis turned over
his insurance to you
- just before the race.
- Oh no.
In a couple days
you should get $10,000.
I couldn't take it.
Well, he had no family. You're all he had.
I can't take it.
You mind if I ask why not?
Because I didn't know whether i
loved Jim or I just needed him.
- And now I'll never know.
- Well, he loved you.
Do you get paid for being loved?
Well, uh, Jim would have said,
"hell, it's only money."
He would have wanted
you to have it.
Do you always say
the right thing, Mike?
Mmm, no not always.
Now, do we have that settled?
Ok maybe we can
get some work done, huh?
Uh, listen uh...
Make yourself at home.
We'll be back about 7:00
to take you to dinner.
- Thanks.
- See you then.
Bye.
Should have known it was you.
You have our reservations?
You didn't phone.
Well, I guess we better go someplace else.
If you get hungry, come back.
- I'm hungry.
- Maybe I can get you a table.
That's sweet.
Lindy, this is Holly macgregor.
Holly, Lindy Bonaparte
- hi.
- Hi.
- Bonaparte?
- Yeah, husband's name.
Only thing he left me.
And this watch. Come on.
- Hi, spike.
- Hello, Mike
- hi, spike.
- Hello, pat.
Hi, pat.
Here, Holly.
Thank you.
- By the way, pat.
- Hmm?
left here,
I found this
lighter on your table.
- It's got Jim's initials on it.
Yeah, it was his.
- Here.
- You keep it.
No. I got all
the mementos I can use.
Maybe somebody could,
you know...
How about the girl he was going to marry?
The one he was expecting here.
Looked all around the funeral and
didn't see any strange faces.
I guess she didn't get here.
She got here. She just
didn't go to the funeral.
Oh, what kind of a girl would...
Me and my big mouth.
You're the girl, aren't you?
Yes, I am.
Sorry.
Well, you must be ok. Or you
wouldn't be here with them.
I spoke out of turn.
I'll see you later.
Mr. kazarian?
Yeah.
with you for a minute.
You guys don't waste any time, do you'?
Well, it's just that...
Yeah, I know, I know. Alright, let's
go right over here.
Excuse me.
I'll be right back.
- Who are they?
- Uh, race drivers.
After Jim's job, aren't they?
Oh, sure.
I suppose somebody's
got to take his place.
I can't figure you.
Why?
Well, you said somebody's got
to take his place.
That makes sense.
This morning you said Jim died
because you were bad luck.
Well, that doesn't
make sense at all.
Jim died because he was running
too fast over the red line.
Engine blew, locked up,
and he lost control.
Well, that sounds to me like
it was his fault, not yours.
Mike, if what happened to me
happened to you,
how do you think you'd feel?
I can't answer that, but i
know somebody who could.
That girl you just met, Lindy,
the one who owns this place?
Well, she was married to a
driver and he was killed.
She fell for another guy. He was a
driver, too, and he was killed.
She didn't go around
crying it was her fault.
Damn you, Mike.
She just decided she fell in
love with the wrong profession.
Now she's got herself a nice man.
A bank teller. He sits all day in one
of those little wire cages and she's happy.
I'm glad. I just hope
nobody holds up the bank.
Well, if anybody does,
they'll get a lot of money.
I told him if a man comes in
with a stocking over his face
don't wait to be asked,
just give it to him.
- Right on time for a drink.
- You always do.
- Am I forgiven?
- Of course.
- Hi.
- Hello.
I thought you were a boy.
Well, I'm not.
Well, it's just that the way you
rode that thing I thought you were.
Don't you think a girl can ride one
of "those things" as you call them?
Not unless they're an
awful lot like a boy.
Well, anybody with half an eye can see...
- Hey, don't get mad.
- I'm not mad.
Alright, alright. I'm sorry.
- You're a female.
- Thanks.
Of course I am. You act like I'm a...
See? You're not even
sure yourself.
Yes, I am, 'cause if I were a
guy, I'd deck you right now.
There you go now thinking
like a boy again.
Look, mister, you're very
not funny, you know that?
Morning, Julie.
What's going on?
Hey, you're pat kazarian, aren't you?
- That's right.
- I'm ned arp.
How are you?
I, uh, see you met my sister.
- Yeah, we met.
- What are you arguing about?
Nothing.
Mr. kazarian, I'd
like to talk to you...
Yeah, I know what you'd
like to talk to me about
you'd like Jim loomis'
ride, right?
That's right.
Arp, you're about the 10th hotshot
that's been after me today. You know that?
Well, you're going to need somebody.
Well, how do you know I don't
have somebody in mind?
Who?
I don't know that that's
any of your business.
Well, it isn't exactly but I'll bet
everything I've got I can out drive him.
- You're that good, huh?
- I'm that good.
You know, if I believed every
story that was laid on me,
I'd wind up with a dozen a.J. Foyts,
Fred lorenzens, and parnelli joneses.
- Pat?
- What?
Why don't you let him
show what he can do?
Because I don't
really believe that...
You got a hunch, kitten?
Kind of.
Where you from'?
Where you from'?
Darlington.
Where'd you get your start?
Same way you did.
Midgets, jalopies, dirt tracks.
Been winning them all, huh?
No, I haven't, not a damn thing.
Oh. Why not'?
Well, I haven't been able to afford
anything that could win.
Now, you think if you had a car,
you could, uh, you could win?
That's right. That's why I came to you.
Because I want to win.
Joe, Mike and kato at the track'?
They left about a half hour ago.
- You know where the test track is?
- No.
You got anything you can follow me in?
Well, if you don't go too fast.
Alright. Let's go.
I suppose you're coming,
too, kitten.
Yeah. I'll take
my bike over.
- Hi, pat.
- Hi.
Hello, Julie.
Mike, I want to use your car.
Oh, sure, but kato and I were just...
Yeah, just for a of couple laps.
Well, we were gonna do a little work...
Yeah, I know, I know.
Arp?
There's your car. Just get the feel
of it. Stroke it a couple of laps.
Don't set any world's records.
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