Herbie Rides Again Page #2

all the family while you're here.

Number 22 used to be on

the Clay Street line.

Herbie found him in a vacant lot.

He'd been used as a chicken house.

He's much happier here, of course.

I understand you have an emotional

attachment to this old building...

Oh, indeed I have!

I was married here

to my late husband,

Captain Steinmetz of the Fire

Department, a hero of the Great Fire.

We understand, Mrs.. Steinmetz,

so Mr. Hawk has authorized...

Don't tell me you're from Hawk?

You have such a nice face,

not at all like those ruffians

he usually sends around.

If you would just look

at the size of this cheque.

I don't know anything about money.

My nephew, Tennessee, usually takes

care of me. He used to live here.

But he had to rush off to Tibet

because his guru got sick.

If you'd just look at...

What's a guru?

His teacher. My nephew

studies Oriental Philosophy.

That's how he learned

that things have an inner life,

like wind and rain

and traffic lights and can openers

and flowers and little cars.

That's how Herbie and Tennessee

became friends.

This money could take care of you

for the rest of your life.

Of course, I didn't have to study

Oriental philosophy.

I could talk to Herbie right off.

I guess it's in the blood.

See you tomorrow!

Believe me, Mr. Hawk

has your interests at heart.

I have an agreement.

If you'd glance...

Nicole, I want you to meet

a gentleman from Mr. Hawk.

How do you do?

Oh, Mr. Whitfield!

Such a nice young man.

They're bothering us again,

are they?

You've hurt your hand.

Oh, on the contrary,

it feels marvelous.

Are you alright, Mr. Whitfield?

- What was that?

- Nicole Harris, a brave young lady.

She works for the airline.

Last week, she knocked out a hijacker

with a bottle of wine.

Get out. If you or any more of Hawk's

stooges come again, you'll get worse!

Please, Nicole. Mr. Whitfield and I

were having a nice conversation.

I'll bet. But isn't it time

for your nap?

Mr. Whitfield is just going!

Very well. Goodbye, Mr. Whitfield,

I hope I'll see you again soon.

- Mrs.. Steinmetz, you...

- Out. Out!

Have a heart. This is my first

assignment. I can't afford to fail.

- I said out!

- But...

Alright. Alright.

You look like a sensible person.

Living alone

in this crummy neighborhood

is no place for an elderly woman.

What do you mean, alone?

She's got me and she's got Herbie.

That's another thing.

That goofy story about this car

shows she's coming apart.

- So you think it's goofy?

- Of course. Don't you?

How would you like

to go for a little ride?

- I thought you didn't like me.

- I'd like you to ride in Herbie.

I'd like that very much.

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