Scent of a Woman Page #8

Um, hold on. Maybe you should talk

to the man himself.

- Chas.

- Yeah. Hi, George.

- You just caught me.

- Harry said. Where you goin' ?

- Home.

- To Boston ?

Catching the puddle jumper.

Keep your fingers crossed.

What are you

going home for ?

[ Sigh ] I was thinking, Chas.

This a**hole, Trask ?

He's making

no sense at all.

Somebody's gotta talk to him.

My father's Class of '59.

Your father ? I thought we were

gonna keep our parents outta this.

This guy Trask is outta control, Chas.

Outta control !

Somebody's gotta

talk to him.

- My father's a major

fund-raiser, you know.

- No, I didn't.

Just relax.

He'll get us off the hook.

- I gotta go. Everything all right ?

- Sure.

- I'll see you Monday. Good-bye.

- Bye.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night.

Hiya, Charlie.

Watch the door.

What a beautiful woman.

- Hello, there.

- Do you see what I see ?

[ TV ] Yeah.

Either there's something wrong,

or we got the

world's worst hangover.

Won't you come in ?

[ TV Off ]

Colonel ?

Colonel,

you all right ?

What is there ?

It's afternoon.

You've been sleeping all morning.

So what ?

I don't know.

I thought --

I-l talked to George

last night.

His, ah --

His father's a big-deal alumnus

at school. He's got a lot of pull.

Really ?

Yeah, he's, ah,

he's gonna talk

to the headmaster.

George thinks he might

be able to get us off the hook.

"Get us off the hook."

Yeah, that's --

that's what he said.

Watch the "us" part.

Colonel, don't you wanna

get up and do something ?

[ Groan ]

Colonel ?

Oh, Charlie,

what do ya want ?

I don't know !

But you're

making me nervous.

My wallet is on

the dresser.

Take out

your plane ticket...

and $400

mustering-out pay,

plus...

airport-to-school taxi.

Colonel, it's no rush.

I mean, I can --

I could stay

for a while.

Charlie, you already

gave me a day.

For that day,

I am eternally grateful.

But right now I have...

other plans.

What other plans

do you have ?

To die, son.

Colonel, you're --

Come on, Colonel,

you're not gonna die today.

Charlie,

give me your hand.

You go now, boy.

Okay ?

You go.

Just, uh --

Just leave me

sleep here.

Look, uh --

Can we start over, please ?

What do you feel

like doin' today, huh ?

I mean, look at this.

The sun is shining !

It's a beautiful day.

Let's --

Colonel, I know you don't want

to be a party poop,

so let's go out and do something, huh ?

Let's go for a ride.

Yeah, a ride.

A ride ?

Yeah, Colonel Slade,

what do you say ?

Let's go for a ride,

huh ?

What kind of ride ?

Yeah, this is a valid

Oregon driver's license,

and we let appropriate customers

test-drive the Testarossa.

But you're 17 and with

a blind companion. That we don't do.

This is a $190,000

piece of machinery.

- I'm not letting it out this door.

- How 'bout this one over here ?

That's a Cabriolet T.

The same deal.

Think I'm gonna let an unaccompanied kid

get behind the wheel of a $110,000 car ?

He will not be

unaccompanied.

I'll be with him.

I'm his father.

- You're his father ?

- Yes.

I have an idea. Why don't I take

your father for a test-drive ?

- What's your quota, Freddie ?

- Don't worry about my quota. I do well.

How many Ferraris

you sold this month ?

That's not relevant

to this discussion.

Freddie,

the 80s are over.

Are you tryin' to tell me

these are just walkin' outta the store ?

This is a Ferrari, the finest machinery

made in the automobile industry.

If you like it that much,

why are you sellin' it ?

- I'd love to accommodate you --

- If this car performs

the way I expect it to,

you'll get a certified check of $101,000

and change when in you come tomorrow.

It's $109,000,

plus $950, plus tax.

Freddie, for you...

plus a case of champagne

to go with your leftover turkey.

What do you say ?

Don't worry about the boy.

He drives so smooth,

you can boil an egg on the engine.

When we bring the car back,

I'll peel the egg for ya.

Listen, you made me laugh,

but I can't let the car go out.

Want a deposit ?

This is not an

installment item, sir.

Freddie, you're no

spring chicken, are ya ?

Well, you know what they call me

at the home office ? The gray ghost.

You know why they

still keep me around ?

There's no kid here that

can move a Ferrari like I can.

I'm known from coast to coast

like butter and toast.

Ask anybody about

Freddie Bisco.

When I get a Ferrari...

out the door !

- Hah ! You just made me laugh.

- Yeah ?

Two thousand.

Unless you take it,

you're gonna make me cry.

I'm a gray ghost too.

See ? This is fun,

isn't it ?

[ Engine Sputtering ]

- [ Engine Stops ]

- Drop her into neutral.

Slide her into second.

Pop the clutch.

[ Engine Revving ]

Straight. Hold it

right like that. Feel it ?

That's straight.

Just keep it straight.

- Keep it straight.

- No fun just to keep it straight.

You've got to move a little bit,

feel the road.

Please ? Just like this.

All right ? There you go.

[ Charlie ]

Take it nice and easy.

Do you like this ?

Slow it down a little.

You goin' a little fast.

Colonel, slow it down.

Something's happened

to my foot !

- Slow it down, please.

- Hold on, Charlie.

I think I've got

another gear.

Colonel Slade ?

- Whoo-ah !

- Oh sh*t !

Watch out !

Hah-hah !

You'll get us killed !

Don't blame me, Charlie.

I can't see !

- Colonel, slow it down !

- [ Laughing ]

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus !

Now let's see

how this baby corners.

- Corners ?

- Yeah. Say when.

- Say when what ?

- Say when to turn.

- Colonel, you can't turn the car.

- Where's the turn, Charlie ?

Right oblique ? Right face ?

Come on !

Talk to me !

Ah... it's left, I guess.

Left. I knew it.

Okay. Now ?

No, no !

Not now ! Not now !

- Now ?

- Colonel, please ?

Charlie, I'm gonna do it anyway.

Whether you say so or not, here we go !

Okay ! Wait, wait, wait !

Just wait !

Here I go.

Wait... now !

I did it !

Oh, Charlie !

You're ridin' with

one very happy man !

- Turn again !

- Be specific, son.

- Left now !

- Okay.

- Ohh !

- Whoo-ah !

I love this !

I love it !

Shall we take it to the max ?

Let me out.

- [ Siren ]

- Sh*t ! The yellow flag.

I hadn't even

opened her up yet.

- Which way's the curb ?

- Pull over. Slow down !

- Slow down, Colonel.

- All right, I'm doin' it.

- Pull over to the curb. Slow it down.

- Yep, yep. Got it.

- Oh, Christ.

- Ooh, I haven't had a ticket in years.

I'll do the talking.

License and registration.

What ? Are you

test-driving this baby ?

Don't she purr though ?

At 70 miles an hour ?

You should hear her

at 125. Hah !

Where's your license ?

At the dealer's.

They give it back

when you return the car.

- You got I.D. ?

- You bet.

Indeed.

Lt. Col. Slade.

And you, solider ?

The name is

police officer Gore.

Doin' a hell of a job, Gore.

And so are you, Colonel.

Who's the kid ?

My boy Charlie.

He kept tellin' me to

"Let her out."

What was I gonna do,

disappoint him ?

Yes.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

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