Behind the Scenes with Blake Edwards' 'The Great Race' Page #2

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Over my dead body.

Unlock those handcuffs and get out.

I will unlock the handcuffs

when you give me the job.

Never!

- Never?

- Never.

But, sir, if she remains here,

handcuffed to the men's room.

You men may use the washroom

on the next floor.

- They can't keep running upstairs forever.

- They can until you get hungry.

That would make a story

for your competition.

Woman starves to death in the men's room

of The New York Sentinel.

- You wouldn't dare.

- I would dare anything for women's rights.

- Give me an assignment. If I fail, fire me.

- You're fired.

Frisbee, post a bulletin.

Suffragettes are not permitted.

- Let me cover the great race.

- It's covered by experienced reporters.

No, I mean really cover it.

From start to finish, mile by mile.

Reporters are not permitted on the trip,

only contestants. Those are the rules.

We run a newspaper,

not a school for revolutionaries!

Enter the race. Enter your own car.

We are running a newspaper, a newspaper,

not an automotive agency!

Are you afraid of losing?

Give me the money and I'll enter the race.

I despise suffragettes.

I am not just trying to get

the vote for women.

I'll emancipate them from

the drudgery of being servants or saints.

Out of the laundry rooms

and off the pedestals!

You're mad, young woman, you're mad!

And you, sir, are a slave

to your puritanism.

Does your wife wear silk stockings?

- I won't discuss such an intimate subject.

- She does, and they're very expensive.

But has she raised her skirts

for you and shown her calf?

A woman's leg in a silk stocking

can be quite alluring.

Maggie Dubois.

You've never seen

a woman's leg in a silk stocking.

Never, never in your whole life.

Frisbee, leave the room!

What are you thinking?

There isn't anything men and women

can't discuss when civilized and mature.

And emancipated.

- Anything.

- You can't discuss it. That's the problem.

Women have to emancipate themselves

in order to emancipate men.

So they can emancipate each other

where it counts the most.

Fifty dollars for every exclusive story

I send back...

...and a hundred dollars

for every photograph.

You're a fine man.

A timid man, but a worthwhile one.

Have a cigar.

Don't smoke?

The Sentinel will scoop the world!

Man the helm!

Aye, aye, sir.

- Up periscope!

- Up periscope!

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

I don't know what she's doing here, boss.

She says she's a woman with a mission.

But I think she's a spy for Professor Fate.

You're not suggesting I'm the first woman

to ever seek an audience with Great Leslie.

I'm simply Leslie and I'm at your service.

I'm rather thirsty.

Do you have something cold?

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