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The third, and in some ways...

most important player-

the college student,|Donald Turnipseed...

played by movie stuntman|Brett Trask.

Turnipseed was on his way back home|to Fresno for the weekend.

James Dean was on his way|to an automobile race in Salinas.

Salinas was just a dusty town|in Northern California.

The two would meet|for one moment...

but it was a moment...

that would create|a Hollywood legend.

You'll notice that we're not wearing|helmets or safety padding of any kind.

Our cars are not equipped|with roll cages or seat belts.

We rely solely on the skill|of our drivers for our safety...

so that we can bring you|the ultimate in authenticity.

All right.

Here we go.|The fatal crash of James Dean.

Okay, let's wind it up.

Go.

Is this part of the act,|or are they really hurt?

I don't know.|You can never be sure with Vaughan.

This is his show.

Rolf Vudrich...

was thrown from the Porsche...

and spent a year...

in the hospital...

recovering from his injuries.

Donald Turnipseed was found|wandering around in a daze...

but basically unhurt.

James Dean died of a broken neck|and became immortal.

What's the matter?

Help me up.|I'm dizzy. I can't stand.

I know that man Seagrave.

I think he's genuinely hurt.

for fines and possible arrest.

Disperse at once.

- How you doin'?|- I'm all right.

- What's the matter with Seagrave?|- He hit his head, I think.

His balance is off.

Why are the police|taking this so seriously?

It's not the police,|it's the Department of Transport.

It's a big joke.|They have no idea who we really are.

Was I glib?

"James Dean died of a broken neck|and became immortal."

I couldn't resist.

Oh, God.

What happened?

Here. Lie down.

They did the James Dean crash.

It seemed to go perfectly, but then|he was feeling nauseous on the way back.

I'm sure it's concussion.

We're familiar enough with that,|aren't we?

Seagrave.

Seagrave,|I really would like...

to work out the details...

of the Jayne Mansfield crash|with you.

We could do the decapitation.

The head embedded|in the windshield.

And the dead dog thing,|you know.

You know, the chihuahua|in the back seat.

I got it all worked out.

I'll be ready, Vaughan.

I want really big tits.

Out to here.

So the audience can see 'em get|all cut up and crushed on the dashboard.

Yeah, we'll do that.

Ballard, I need your help.

Do you live here with Seagrave?

No, I live in my car.|This is my workshop.

This is my new project.

You recognize her?

That's Gabrielle.

She's right outside the door there.

I thought|you might be missing these.

Here you are,|at the nerve centre.

Vaughan makes everything|look like a crime, doesn't he?

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