Behind the Scenes with Blake Edwards' 'The Great Race' Page #5

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If you're falling, let go of the bird.

"Sentinel car takes lead approximately

Frisbee!

Well, that should put us about here.

Farewell.

Hezekiah, see what's wrong with her car.

- I must have fainted.

- Perfectly natural in this heat.

- Thank you for stopping.

- My pleasure.

May I offer you some water?

No, I'm much better now. Thank you.

- Hezekiah, can she be fixed?

- Not a chance, boss.

Well, I guess that's the end of that.

I know how disappointed you must be.

But it's amazing that you were able

to accomplish what you did.

You mean amazing because I'm a woman.

The Steamer is a fast, sporty,

attractive automobile...

...designed for city driving

and country picnics.

You're lucky it didn't blow up on you.

You know, it's really amazing that anyone

was able to go this far. I congratulate you.

Not as a woman, but an intrepid autoist.

You mean an intrepid woman autoist.

A rather dubious honor when you consider

that the accomplishment is predicated...

...on the fact that you chose

the wrong automobile.

But the choice was not mine.

My editor, a man, made the arrangements.

Your editor is something less

than an authority on automobiles.

But you, on the other hand, claim full

knowledge of the auto and its workings.

So, being a woman, you chose to ignore

the practical evidence, acted emotionally...

...entered the race knowing full well

that you couldn't possibly finish.

Oh, I'll finish.

May I ask how?

No, you may not ask how, but I'll finish.

I may not still be an official entry...

...but I will report every foot of this race.

- I'll get another car.

- From where?

If I don't, I'll get something else.

I'll find a way, even if I have to walk.

What are you waiting for?

Every minute wasted

is another mile for Professor Fate.

We'll take you as far as Boracho,

where I pick up some gasoline.

- Perfect.

- From there, you're on your own!

Thank you. My luggage, please.

Hezekiah, the young lady's luggage please.

Indian attack! We're being attacked!

Smoke screen, Max!

Give them the smoke screen!

No, you idiot! The smoke screen!

Push the button, Max!

Smoke screen!

Get it down! Get it down!

Take cover, you fools, take cover!

Indians! Savages!

Indian attack!

Get a posse! Savages behind us!

- Help!

- Savages attacking us! Indians!

Take cover!

Welcome to Boracho.

Yes, thank you.

Indians, savages attacking us!

- Right behind us. An attack!

- What's funny?

That was just the sheriff and some

of the men dressed up like Indians.

- Why, they rode out to welcome you.

- That's very reassuring, Mr. Mayor.

Now if you will just show us where

the gasoline is, we'll be on our way.

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