Speedway Page #5

You see, it concerns--

You tell Mr. Grayson...

that l'm not empowered

to make any changes...

in his arrangements with the government.

-And even if l were, l wouldn't.

-Mr. Grayson did not send me.

He doesn't send me, either.

He doesn't even know that l came here.

l'm here on an errand of mercy

on his behalf.

-How much?

-Well, l'm embarrassed for him.

Embarrassed for how much?

About $7,500 worth.

lf you could just give me back

the check he gave you--

-Out.

-Please.

Don't blame him. Blame me.

Some men are weaker than others.

-Out!

-Don't bother showing me out the door.

l'll use the window.

-May l open it for you?

-You're very polite.

l don't jump out of windows

unless they're in the basement.

Chicken.

Bye.

Come in.

-Mr. Grayson.

-Yes?

-Here are your flowers.

-Well, thank you.

Your allowance check will be $64.50.

Wait a minute.

l thought it was supposed to be $100.

l called the florist.

What has he got to do with my allowance?

The flowers were charged

to your account. $35.50.

Now, $35.50 from $100...

leaves $64.50.

l wouldn't send you flowers...

-if you were the last person on earth.

-l have some advice for you.

-lf you're trying to trick me--

-What do you mean, trick you?

-You know what l mean.

-No, l don't know.

Furthermore, l've had just about enough.

My dinner!

No, Steve won't make a move

without first asking for my advice.

l leave nothing to chance.

First, l analyze the wind...

then the time of day...

and then the angle of the track.

Then l sit down with Steve,

and we have a nice long talk.

l tell him exactly the way

l want him to drive.

No, we don't win by chance.

The whole thing is psychological.

Listen...

what do you say we go someplace

just a little more private?

-l want to talk to you, Donford.

-Donford? There must be some mistake.

-That's not my name!

-Yes, it is!

lf you don't get the bread before Saturday,

l'll beat your brains out.

-You understand that?

-Yes.

l understand. Saturday.

Ellie, what are you doing here?

l know you didn't want us

thrown out of our station wagon.

Who threw you out of your station wagon?

Sorry to break in on you this way,

Mr. Grayson.

-What's this about being thrown out?

-They repossessed it, Mr. Grayson.

Terrible shock.

Repossessed it? That's impossible.

They had a paper. All legal and everything.

Yes, Pop?

Would you put the other girls

to bed, honey?

-Put them on the couch.

-That will be fine.

This whole thing is ridiculous.

l gave Kenny the money to pay cash for it.

l'm sure you did.

l guess it's not so ridiculous after all.

l hope you don't mind,

but it's way past the girls' bedtime.

What?

-The bedroom is right back there.

-Good. Thank you.

l'll get you some milk later, honey.

-Pardon me.

-Sure.

l see we have visitors.

-You'll excuse me if l go to bed.

-Hold it. lt's occupied.

Why didn't you pay cash

for that station wagon?

-Oh, that.

-Yeah, that.

Hello?

Lori, what's the matter?

They repossessed our furniture.

What did you do with the money

l gave you for Lori's furniture?

l'm still working on the station wagon.

This is no time to be funny.

l wanna know-- Lori, hush.

l want some straight answers.

What did you do with all that money?

What happened to the money?

l was held up!

You're looking me straight in the eye

again, and that means you're lying.

l'll be with you in a minute, Lori.

Now out with it!

Not you, Lori. You!

l've always liked the horses,

but l could never pick them.

The more l tried to get even,

the deeper l got with your money.

l'm sorry, Steve.

Where are you now, Lori?

We're spending

the rest of our honeymoon...

at his mother's house.

l'll get back to you. Don't worry, honey.

l don't deserve to be called ''honey.''

-Good night, Mr. Grayson.

-Good night.

Hello.

Susan, Paul. l'm down in the lobby.

Yes, Paul, l'm ready.

l'll be down in a minute.

l don't recall inviting you here.

l hate being here

as much as you hate seeing me.

-That finishes our visit, doesn't it?

-l've got to talk to you.

-l have an appointment.

-And l need $7,500.

Good night, Mr. Grayson. There's the door.

Look, everything l bought

for the Esterlakes, Lori, and the others...

has been repossessed.

-You should have paid cash.

-l thought l did. l got to have the money.

That's against the rules

of the lnternal Revenue Service.

Good night, Mr. Grayson, and goodbye.

Don't ''goodnight and goodbye'' me,

Miss lnternal Revenue Service.

-Get your hands off me!

-You'll listen to me first.

lt was a fist. l saw it.

lt's a game.

-l'm not finished with you yet.

-Watch where you're going!

Please, there's a man after me. Stop him.

Hey, you. Come back here.

-Please don't let him get me. There he is!

-Excuse me.

l'm sorry. l have to catch that plane.

l mean, that girl.

-Excuse me.

-Excuse me. Pardon me.

-No, you don't.

-Somebody call the police.

l know you're in here somewhere.

You'll listen to me.

No, l'm not.

l will talk sense to you,

if it's the last thing l ever do.

That will be the last thing you ever do.

lf l could get near you,

l'd knock that stubbornness out of you.

l want to see the manager.

They ought to condemn that elevator.

-George, l want you to sue this hotel.

-Yes, dear.

-We're checking out right now.

-We're not even staying here.

-l've got you. You listen to me, will you?

-Let her go.

-Make me.

-Gladly.

What floor, buddy?

No, you don't.

You're gonna listen to what l have to say.

-No, l'm not.

-Yes, you are.

-Let go of me!

-What's everybody looking at?

You sit here and listen to me.

You are the most obstinate, stubborn,

ornery, impossible girl l ever met.

You just won't admit there's another side.

My side.

You know why?

Because you're unreasonable.

Sit still. You're argumentative, mulish...

uncooperative...

and unbelievable.

No. lt could never work.

We're complete opposites.

You're wild, extravagant, and unreliable.

You're not the kind of man

that l should fall in love with.

And besides,

we don't even like each other.

-Hi, Steve.

-Hey, it's late.

-Why aren't you in the car, sleeping?

-l couldn't close my eyes.

-How'd you do with Miss lceberg?

-Great. Just wonderful.

-You got the money.

-Not exactly, but we can get it.

-You're kidding!

-No, not at all.

You're supposed to be the smart guy.

Why didn't you think of it?

-What's ''it''?

-The trailer trap, man.

-We can sell it.

-Sell it? The trailer trap?

Sure, we can get at least $12,000 for it.

We can pay everybody we owe,

and all our problems are solved.

How can you think of selling

the trailer trap for a measly $12,000?

lt's worth a lot more! lt's worth at least....

Oh, boy.

What are they doing here?

The company repossessed the trailer trap.

They're adorable.

Good night!

Oh, boy.

-l've got to get some money somewhere.

-Yes.

My stock car. l could sell it

for at least $10,000 or $15,000.

No, you can't.

You'd be giving up your future.

What future?

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