The Love Bug Page #4

- Carole?

- How long have you been with us?

- A year and a half, almost two. Why?

I'm afraid I've been

a little remiss...

in not telling you before now how very

well you've proved in all your duties.

Well, thank you.

And, Carole, as I realize

you have the best interests

of this organization at heart,

I want you to accede

to a somewhat unusual request.

Oh?

Peter Thorndyke.

It's for you.

All right.

You can take it here.

Thank you.

Yes, good afternoon.

Oh, I think that

should be quite all right.

Uh, 7:
30 will be fine.

Yes. Uh, bye.

- I think I'll...

- I'd like you to see this Douglas,

get to know him.

Who knows? If he has the talents

of which I believe him capable,

perhaps we can give him

the opportunity...

of joining our organization,

racing under our colours.

- But first, we must know

something about him.

- How about tonight?

- Very good.

- At 7:
30?

Very good!

Why waste time?

Oh, and Carole,

another thing.

Leave your car. Take the Special.

He likes that one.

Uh, thank you.

I think I ought to tell you that

that was Mr Douglas who just called.

Excellent.

Strike while the iron is hot.

In all honesty,

I should like to point out...

that I agreed to have dinner with him

before you suggested it.

I salute your honesty, my dear...

a quality not necessarily

to be despised.

Thank you.

A very loyal girl.

- Got Herbie all polished out for ya.

- Uh, Carole Bennett called back.

- She's going to pick me up

in the Special.

- You're not takin' Herbie?

He's looking forward to some relaxation

just like you are.

The car is...

- See you later, Tennessee.

- Some thanks

after what Herbie did for you.

Don't let it get ya, Herbie.

Jim didn't mean it.

Don't forget:
He isn't the first guy

ever to lose his head...

over a bucket seat

and a paint job.

He'll come to his senses.

- Good evening.

- Sorry. The other rats

are out for the evening!

No, no! Please.

I didn't come by to see Mr Douglas.

- I came by to pay my respects

to that gallant little car.

- Huh?

There it is.

- What a marvel it is, indeed.

- I don't get you, fella.

Oh, come, come, sir. I know

a rare bit of machinery when I see one.

And after all,

who should know it better than I?

I, who have been trounced

time and again by this... this paragon.

You'll forgive me

for saying so, sir,

but it does take class to know

when it has been defeated by class.

You know somethin', Mr Thorndyke?

I may have misjudged you.

- Well, thank you.

- I've been misjudging

a lot of people lately.

Would you like a drink?

Some Irish coffee?

Specialty of the house.

My own mother's recipe.

- That's very kind of you.

I'd love it. Thank you.

- I'll be back in a jiffy!

That's most kind.

Thank you so much.

It's just incredible, isn't it, to think

that this innocent-seeming object...

is, is capable

of such great deeds.

How, indeed.

The trick is, always remember

to have asbestos gloves...

when you make coffee this way.

Fascinating. Yes.

Yes. Quite...

Quite fascinating.

Here we go.

Oh. How very refreshing.

Oh, thank you.

- Up the Irish.

- To the little car, a gallant adversary.

- And may the best car win at Riverside.

- May the best car win.

Oh, that's very good, isn't it?

Very good, indeed.

- Like it?

- What do you think?

I can't stand that hungry look

any longer.

Take over.

You know what I said to myself

the first time I saw you?

- What?

- I said to myself,

"Now, there's a real lady. "

This is how it ought to be...

me and these kind of wheels.

Excuse me asking, but aren't you

doing all right with the little car?

Sure, but can you imagine how

I'd make it with equipment like this?

Is it so important to you?

Without a real car,

I'm only half a man.

What part of Ireland did you say

your mother came from?

Coney Ireland.

I'm going to make some more coffee.

Oh, uh, would you like a spot of this?

- I like a spot of anything.

- I'm so sorry.

Now, we're gonna drink to Herbie,

- The greatest little car

in the whole world.

- Yes. Quite right.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hear, hear. Hear, hear.

- To Herbie.

- To Herbie. So sorry about your hand.

I do apologize.

To Herbie.

What do you know?

The engine stalled.

How about that?

The door's stuck.

- Mmm.

- That's how it is with cars sometimes.

- Yes.

- I guess we'll have to wait

and see what happens next.

Well, as someone

very wisely once said,

"That's how it is

with cars sometimes. "

- I just said that.

- Oh.

I wonder if your reputation

is altogether true.

What's my reputation?

Oh, I've heard that Jim Douglas is only

interested in fast cars and easy money.

Not true.

- Oh?

- Mm-hmm.

- You know something else?

- What?

When the light

hits you just right,

you're as beautiful

as General Grant on a $50 bill.

Oh, dear me.

You wanna know the secret

of the little car?

I do, indeed.

- I'll tell ya

the secret of the little car.

- No, no, no. Just a minute.

All right. Tell me.

It's heart.

That's what it is: Heart.

Heart. Yes.

Well, I'm certainly going

to make a note of that.

- Headache gone?

- All gone.

Anticipation of victory

is the purest form of aspirin.

- This is my day.

- Clear the grid.

Clear the grid, please.

- You seem very confident.

- You know, I believe I am.

They leave the

starting grid, going into turn one.

The field's stretching out now.

Everybody getting through

turn one very nicely.

Very fine field of cars here.

And coming through traffic now, making a

move, is Peter Thorndyke in the #14 car.

Picking up a few cars

in that turn.

Now he comes by and picks up three

more cars, going into the lead now.

Thorndyke leading this race

in car #14.

Now making a move

is car #53, Douglas,

who also picks up about three cars

as he goes charging through traffic...

and is in hot pursuit

of Thorndyke in the #14 car.

As they go down the back straight,

comin' on pretty hard and fast...

is car #53 making the pass.

Attaway, Jimmy boy!

Go, Jimmy!

So far, Jim Douglas seems to have

everything pretty much to himself.

He comes through the S's

into turn six well in control...

As they come down the back straight,

Douglas is slowing down...

and Thorndyke goes rocketing by

into the sweeper turn.

It looks as though the Douglas car

is having trouble.

Yes, #53 is fading fast.

It is developing a problem

of some kind.

Come in! Come in!

Come in!

Irish coffee.

I'll be here all night

if necessary.

I can take any amount of this.

Right. There we are.

Don't worry, little guy.

You'll be home soon.

There we are.

Right. Right you are.

Do you mind standing clear? They want

me on my own. I'll see you in a minute.

Poor little fella.

You got a temperature.

Don't worry.

Jim'll be back soon.

He never would've left if it

hadn't been somethin' important.

I know. Nothing worse

than an Irish coffee hangover.

That you, Jim?

- Mind if I come in?

- Sure. Come on.

I wouldn't blame you

if you threw me out.

On account of what Thorndyke did?

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