Viva Las Vegas

- Hard way, eight!

- Hard eight.

Here we go. Coming out.

- Shoot them.

- Here they go.

Come on, roll.

Here they go. We gotta roll.

Coming on out. There they go.

Mr. Swanson! Mr. Swanson!

Mr. Swanson, Lucky's got the dough!

- He's got it!

- Great.

It's like a miracle.

A dream coming true.

Good. Lucky always wanted

to race for himself.

He's supposed to meet me back here

in Los Angeles. Let's get it crated.

Not so fast now.

Lucky's your friend and partner...

...but I'm a plain,

ordinary businessman.

Until he shows up with the dough

that motor stays here.

But he's got the dough!

Look, Shorty. I can't deposit this

in my bank. It's the wrong color.

Hey, Swanny.

- That motor still for sale?

- Yes, Mr. Olson.

It's the last one I've got.

But you can't. Lucky's gonna buy it.

I told you, first guy walks in here

with the dough buys the motor.

- Who's the wild-eyed one?

- Lucky Jackson's mechanic.

I may be interested

in the motor as a spare.

I'm entering two cars

in the Las Vegas Grand Prix.

Operator. Operator!

Get me Las Vegas. Quick!

- Hey, you got room for me?

- Sure, drive right in.

Hey, boss. Here comes Lucky Jackson

with his entry.

All right, back her right in here.

Here we go. Bring it around a little.

That's quite a rig.

- I never saw anything like it.

- One of a kind. Built it myself.

- What'll she do?

- I don't know yet.

I'm on my way to Los Angeles

to pick up my motor.

- Be back tomorrow.

- Fine.

- I'd like to pay in advance.

- All right.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think of it,

Mr. Lucky Jackson?

Well, Elmo Mancini.

The Italian racing count.

How do you know me?

I went three times to watch you drive

at the Western Speedway.

- You're brilliant.

- Thanks, coming from the champion.

In Europe. Now I would like

to prove myself in your country.

Too bad you're going back to L.A.

I had a proposition to make to you.

- To me?

- Yes.

I admire the bravado

with which you drive...

...and I want you to drive for me.

- You're not driving in the Grand Prix?

- No, no.

I mean, I intend to win.

Now I get it.

You'll use my "bravado" to block

for you so you can get through.

I knew you were clever.

A couple things wrong

with your proposition:

I don't work for anybody.

I never run second to anybody.

And one small thing:

I intend to win.

You think you can beat both of us?

I'll try.

I'd like to see what you got.

Be my guest.

- You have made some changes.

- I got my little secrets.

Yeah, I can tell.

Can you help me, please?

Can we help you? Yes, ma'am.

I'd like you to check my motor.

It whistles.

I don't blame it.

- What did you say?

- Forgive my friend. He's very young.

We'll be very happy

to check your motor.

That's what I call a real sporty model.

I agree. A beautiful line.

- Count?

- Oh, yes.

That's how I started out,

working on sports cars.

- Well, no wonder!

- Well, is it serious?

She got a lucky break

when she stopped in here.

Oh, yes.

- Start her up, champ.

- Yeah.

Let her rip!

- I don't understand...

- I'll make it simple.

- Your motor's broken.

- Broke?

It was running perfectly when I pulled

up here, except for the whistle.

- Are you sure you're a mechanic?

- Sure I am.

We're gonna have to dismantle

this whole thing.

Completely.

- Might take a whole day.

- A day?

Maybe two.

Well, if you have to.

Can you lend me a car until you

have mine running again?

We'll do better. I'll be happy

to drive you wherever you want to go.

And why should you

go to all that bother?

Because here I'm known as

"your very bothering mechanic".

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