Behind the Scenes with Blake Edwards' 'The Great Race' Page #3

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I have champagne.

- Down periscope.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Up, idiot! Up, up!

I got you.

There's something wrong

with the mechanism.

Down, you idiot!

Release your feet. Release your feet!

- You have to be careful...

- You've got a brain the size of a carbuncle.

Get out of here before Leslie spots us!

Dive, crash dive!

Help!

Wait. Professor!

I'm a reporter.

A reporter?

You disapprove?

No. Let's say I'm a bit surprised.

Let's be honest and say you disapprove.

A woman doing a man's job is competitive,

both sexually and economically.

You want to know why I'm here.

I want to report the race and be in it.

It's as simple as that.

Well, it's hardly that simple. But...

...let's discuss it, shall we?

Let's discuss the whole thing completely.

Right from the beginning.

Do you want a wife, a companion?

Or just a woman?

There are certain things

we shouldn't discuss.

Why? Men discuss their relationships

with women.

Gentlemen don't.

But I'm not a gentleman. I'm a woman.

Indeed you are.

Then say it. What's expected of me?

I'm an emancipated woman

and you're an emancipated man.

There are things that should remain

implicit between men and women.

Why?

It's been this way for years

and I see no reason to change.

- I am a creature of habit.

- All the more reason.

Now you're using

your female attractiveness as a weapon.

Equality, real equality

of the sexes bothers you, doesn't it.

I can speak, read and write Russian,

French and Arabic.

Yes, so can I. Plus five other languages.

- I can drive any car there is.

- So can Hezekiah.

I won the

Woman's International Competition.

En garde.

Very well.

Now if you'd won the

Men's International Fencing Competition...

Now, we'll talk this out.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Hezekiah, see Miss Dubois

to her horse please.

You're afraid!

You're afraid of a real woman!

I'll show you! I'll enter the race myself.

I'll enter my own car and I'll beat you!

And another thing...

Professor, dinner is served.

Who is it?

I wish to see Professor Fate.

I'm a reporter. For The Sentinel.

Beat it, little girl,

or I'll sic the dogs on you.

Who was that?

- Kids, just kids, more kids.

- Stupid kids.

You want me to feed you?

Listen to that!

Out back by the garage.

The car! Hurry up!

Help!

Help!

- You sure you locked the door?

- I'm positive. Professor, be careful.

If you open the door one inch,

it sets off the alarm.

Help!

Get away! Get away!

Help! Get me down!

Go away.

You idiot.

Get me down! Help!

Get me down! Please!

Out! And stay out!

You can't treat me that way!

I'll expose you!

Out! And stay out! A pox on you!

I don't care. You beast of a turncoat!

What are you kicking the professor for?

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