Red Line 7000 Page #7

No, I don't know where

you can get a drink.

Goodbye.

Where were we?

We need 8-10 dozen more

glasses... highball, cocktail.

Highball, cocktail.

And the peach Brandy's all gone.

I didn't know peach Brandy

was so popular down here.

That's because of art nadell.

He gets to brooding

about his fourth wife.

I'll get it.

If that's that fella who

wants a drink, just hang up.

Alcoholics unanimous.

Can we help?

Pat? Hi. Holly.

No, she hasn't

been in. Why?

Oh, no.

What?

Well, we could use her.

Forget it.

Yeah, I'll call.

Well, that does it.

Does what?

That was pat.

Ned arp left this morning.

- What?

- What?

Just walked out. He's going

to drive for Ted eubank.

- But Ted runs in California.

- I know.

Well, what about Julie?

I guess she's part of what

he walked out on.

Oh, no.

Oh, that isn't right.

Pat says she's on her way over.

He's been trying to get us on that

phone, but the line's been busy.

Darn drunk.

He said she's going to ask us for a job.

Will we give it to her?

Poor kid.

If it was anybody but her,

i could understand.

Why does it always happen

to somebody like Julie?

I guess that's her.

- Hi, Julie.

- Hi.

Hi, Julie.

Hi, Lindy.

Hello, Julie.

Well, I thought I'd...

I can tell by

your faces you heard.

Look, Julie, sometime in a girl's life,

she's going to lose someone.

Somebody's going to walk out

or somethings going to happen, and

the first time's always the roughest.

No, no.

You don't understand.

He didn't walk out on me.

He walked out on pat.

He... he left a note

for pat, and he went.

He didn't leave me a note.

He didn't even say goodbye.

Because it's not goodbye.

It can't be.

Come on, honey, take it easy.

I'm not crying for me.

It's for him.

Because he's going to need me.

And he'll be sorry, and he'll

want me, and I won't be there.

He'll be back.

I know he will.

Hi.

Hello.

It's really hot, isn't it?

Ooh... it's

good to be warm

and to be cool inside,

isn't it, Mike?

Sure, I know your name.

Mike marsh.

Very good.

Very apropos.

What?

Your name.

Mike marsh.

It, uh, fits you.

Short, curt.

It makes a picture.

Names often match the, uh...

How do you say...

Personality.

Do you not think so?

I wonder if one's entire

future is not shaped

by the name one's

parents give one.

Take Napoleon Bonaparte.

He had to be emperor.

George Washington

had to be president.

Oscar wilde had to be, uh...

Excuse me.

What's your name?

Gabrielle queneau.

You may call me Gaby.

Gaby?

It figures.

I know I talk too much.

That music's nice, isn't it?

Why didn't you say

if you liked that kind

of music before. Hmm?

Well, it could be that I didn't

want to say it, hmm?

Then why don't you run away from

me like you did before?

Because I trap you here?

You're not much of a trap.

Why don't you run away?

It could be that i

don't want to run.

Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Just sitting here.

I can see that. Well, you're supposed

to be a partner here.

Look, I'm sorry. I just didn't

feel like going out there tonight.

No, nor last night, nor four

or five nights before that.

What's the matter?

Tell me.

It's nothing, Lindy.

Is it Dan McCall?

Why do you say that?

Well, because you've just

been moping around and

brooding ever since you

went out together.

- Did he make a pass?

- No!

You mad because he didn't

make a pass at you?

Look, Lindy, I think this

is none of your business.

You're in love with Dan, aren't you?

Why don't you just let it go!

Aren't you?

Listen to me, I've had it.

No more love, no more

funerals, nothing.

I'm not going to have

anything happen to Dan.

It's not going to be my fault.

You understand that?

So, you're going to spend the rest of your

life just feeling sorry for yourself.

You think it's easier that way?

Believe me it isn't. I tried it.

I'm not you!

No, you're not.

You're something special.

You think you can get people

killed by just saying hello to them.

A man kisses you, and right away

he's got a ticket to St. Peter.

Makes you feel

important, doesn't it?

You think that's funny, don't you?

Yes, I do, because I always thought it

was god who decided who lived or died,

and you don't look a

bit like god to me.

I saw you from out there.

You shouldn't cry in public.

- What do you want?

- You.

But, in the meantime, I just thought

I'd tell you I'm still alive.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not supposed to be alive because

I'm in love with you.

Isn't that what you think?

I think you'd better go.

Holly, hey, just listen

to me for a minute.

This afternoon in the race

i was running in traffic

and a piece of paper

flew up in the grill.

I started to overheat and

had to pull into the pits.

As I was coming in,

pat saw my right front tire.

It was cut wide open.

Another lap, and I'd

have hit the wall.

But I didn't hit the wall,

and I was in love with

you this afternoon.

And last week, two cars right

in front of me lost it.

They started to spin.

I was too close to do anything

but to go straight ahead.

But a hole opened up.

I went through.

And the hole closed, and some

boys behind me got it pretty bad.

I was in love with you then.

So if you think you're some kind a jinx,

you just stick around, kid.

Well, that's all.

I just want you to know I love

you, and I'm still alive.

I'll see you.

Oh, it's been a lovely day.

No? It was

not a lovely day?

It was ok.

Then why did you

not say so before?

I just said so.

It was ok.

Ok, ok. That's a big

speech for you.

Why don't you talk to me?

Or ask me some questions?

Well, you're usually

doing the talking.

I know I talk too much.

So, I'll be still, and you talk.

Alright.

Uh...

It has been a lovely day.

Oh, I said that already.

Ask me some questions.

Uh...

Well, I'd like to

know more about you,

your dreams and desires.

What do you want to do?

Oh, what a question.

You know what I would

really like to do?

Something tells me

i shouldn't have talked.

I want to go

to the practice track,

where you try the cars out.

What do you want to go there for?

I want to do something

I've never done before.

I want to drive the car...

Fast, very fast.

And not on the road,

but on the track.

Please, Mike.

Please.

Hmm.

Alright.

Oh!

That's getting off easy.

- Now you think you can slide over?

- Sure.

Hey, you forget something?

No. Oh, the seat belt.

Let me get mine on.

Alright. Now, take it easy

the first time around.

Leave it in third.

That's good.

Faster?

Alright.

Alright, now punch it. Punch it hard.

Alright, now, hit it!

Alright, now. Easy, easy.

That's good.

Well, I think that's enough.

Is there anything else

you'd like to do?

Oh, Mike, don't say anything

for a moment, please.

Oh, that was wonderful.

It was something I've

never felt before,

something new.

You know, to me, the racing car

is like some kind

of a great animal.

Like a lion that roars as though

it were proud of its speed.

And you were the lion tamer, huh?

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