Grand Prix Page #3

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He's finished with driving.

Maybe we'll have some peace

in our lives now.

You think so?

How I didn't spin out

is a miracle of skill and daring.

What do you think of this man?

In the middle of the race

he decided to take a swim.

It cost me two seconds.

From the manager.

Hey, Jean-Pierre.

You should fix that.

I have something in my room.

I just talked to the hospital.

- He's alive?

- Yeah.

Jordan says I was blocking.

Said I didn't give him a signal to pass.

- Did you?

- Of course I did.

The gearbox froze coming out of the tunnel

and I waved him through.

Got on the brakes, locked up,

and threw me in front of him.

Next thing I knew,

I was in the Mediterranean.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know. Gotta get a ride for the rest

of the season. I don't know where.

Pete?

Do you ever get tired?

Of the driving?

No.

Lately, I sometimes get very tired.

You know what I mean?

Very tired.

All right, unhook it.

Jeff is wrong, isn't he, Scott?

He says you're finished.

But you're not finished, are you?

I know, Scott.

Better than Jeff, better than anyone.

If I told them you'd drive again,

they'd think I was crazy.

They'll think you're crazy

when you tell them.

But you will, won't you, Scott?

You're in pieces now,

but it won't change anything for you.

You'll pull yourself together

and get back in the car somehow.

And for what?

To be better than Roger.

To compete against a dead man.

They don't know anything about that,

do they, Scott?

Not like I know.

They don't know it wasn't Pete Aron

in that car today...

...it was Roger you were trying to beat.

Roger's in every car you try to pass.

Well...

...this time, I'm the one that's finished.

No more for me, Scott.

I won't be there next time.

No more for me.

Please.

- Madame. Madame.

- Let me through.

Will he drive again?

Leave it.

Come on, will he be flown back to London?

Leave it.

I don't need your help.

You bastard.

- Agreement. Really.

- Yes, sir.

Then we can accuse Aron

of being ungentlemanly.

But not of breaking the rules.

- Oh, excuse me.

- I still don't agree.

At last. I began to think

you were not coming.

I'm afraid I got lost.

You need only have followed the crowd.

I wish I had known.

I've only myself to blame.

I invited them all.

First, a drink.

And then I will introduce you to some

people who will be able to help you.

Of course, you must tell me more about

the sort of things you'll be doing.

All in a day's work, Hugo.

This is work, huh?

It looks so easy.

I'd like you to meet

Miss Louise Frederickson.

This is Jean-Pierre Sarti.

Jean-Pierre, it was a wonderful race.

Fantastic.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

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