Genevieve

Sorry, sir!

- Is this the weekend, McKim? ' Yes, Sir-

- Good luck. - Thank you, Sir.

- Sorry. - Come on!

FEM

Shove this into my locker, will you?

- What's the big rush? - Taking Genevieve to Brighton.

Good luck.

- Hi- - Hello there.

Wendy!

Wendy!

Wendy!

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It's not locked, you know.

You shouldn't carry so much.

You made me break the eggs, -That's what!

What's the matter?

Teamers have ruined my best skirt.

Yes, they pressed the pleats the wrong way around.

How can you tell which way a pleat should go?

- Alan! - Yeah?

Proper lunch or proper dinner?

Proper dinner.

- Eh- - Oh!

Are we doing anything this afternoon? Yes, I am. Tinkering.

Genevieve's making strange noises. Never makes anything else.

The bank.

We seem to be worth 133 pounds and nine pence.

Should be 1 43.

I drew out ten. What for?

A surprise. What kind of a...?

Hello, sport.

Give ear to that, will ya?

Very nice. Nice? It's like a jet!

I just spent 25 quid having her tuned up.

How are you, old boy? Fine thanks.

And the beautiful Mrs. McKim?

She's in, I hope. Wendy's in the kitchen.

How about this old crop? Think she'll make it to Brighton?

Well, if she doesn't. You'll have to take a train.

I'm giving a party tomorrow night.

Just you, Wendy, Rosalind and myself.

Who's Rosalind? A woman I met at the races.

I use the term woman in it's broadest sense.

I'll bet you do.

From the east to western end, no jewel is like Rosalind!

She's equally keen on you. Of course.

Keen? She's positively itching.

Lunch in 10 minutes.

Hello, Ambrose.

Hello, you georgeous creature.

Come on, let's live a little!

Kettle's boiling. Ah, so am i.

You look wonderful today. I'll come in and help you.

Why don't you flunk that wreck, and buy a Spyker?

Silly ass.

Oh, I say. That smells delicious.

Wasn't very much. Well, you know me.

Any sherry? Help yourself.

How's the advertising business? Ah, tedious.

1111' mm

You have one, Wendy? Thanks.

Who's the lucky girl this year?

One Rosalind Peters. She's a model.

What does she model? Well...

No, don't tell me. I can guess.

She says they're wearing the same thing in sweaters this year.

She seems very interested in vintage cars.

Wait until she's bounced all the way to Brighton and back.

My spyker doesn't bounce. It flows.

You don't seem very excited about the rally, if I may say so.

Not exactly beside myself.

If I didn't know you better I'd say your enthusiasm is on the wane.

Oh Ambrose the whole thing's so silly.

Oh steady-On girl, the Londo -Brighton silly?

Well it tis. It's childish and a bore.

Does Alan know you feel like that about it?

Of course not. I couldn't possibly tell him.

Couldn't possibly tell me what?

Nothing.

Well, tell me. No, it's nothing.

Ambrose is stayiing to lunch.

Brown or white?

What couldn't you possibly tell me?

The fact is old boy, there's a spot of treachery in our midst.

- Wendy says... Ambrose!

Wendy says the London -Brighton is a bore.

Ambrose, I could

Does than mean you don't want to go?

No, of course I'll go.

You don't have to go you know if you don't want to.

I don't?

Well, frankly children this is beyond me.

Is there something you'd rather do instead?

Well, is there?

Now just remember will you

I didn't bring this up, and i didn't want to talk about it.

But, as it happens, Tania's having a party tomorrow.

I'm having a party too you, Alan and...

The one weekend in the year that you know is important to me

And you'd rather go to a...

Of course I'd rather go to a party. Does that make me abnormal or something?

I simply don't see what's so wonderful about getting into a 50-year-old car and

Taking two days to drive to Brighton and back.

Right. I was about to plead a subsequent engagement.

Well, good luck sport.

I'm sorry, darling.

Of course I'll go.

Perhaps it'll be better this year. No!

No what? I'll make the run alone.

Oh, please!

If you're going to be moody and long-suffering about it.

I? I moody and long-suffering.

Don't you think you're being a little unfair?

No I don't. I think you're unfair.

If Ambrose hadn't come in. Ambrose! Ambrose!

Let's leave him out of it.

That's the really unpleasant aspect about this situation. The fact that you talked to him...

Why shouldn't I talk to him. He's our oldest friend isn't he?

He even introduced us.

I'd like to feel that when you had a problem, you could discuss it with me.

I don't understand your eagerness to confide in abrose claverhouse.

That's a beastly thing to say!

All right, then, so I'm unfair, moody, long-suffering and beastly!

You know very well you were going to ask me to give up the run and take you to the party instead.

You would have asked me tonight. I'm not going with you

This year, next year or any year!

I'll never get into that silly car again!

Your lunch is ready. I don't want any lunch!

Then don't eat any lunch. I can get it round to the pub!

Then go round to the blasted pub.

Why shouldn't I talk to him. He's the oldest...

Wendy!

Wendy!

Wendy, come and eat your lunch. Oh, go away.

What on earth are you doing now? - Cleaning my teeth.

Glass under the bathtub. I knocked it out of the window.

Why sweep it under the tub? I'll only have to get it out again.

Well don't worry about it. I'll clean it up in the morning.

-What on earth are you looking for? -A bandage.

Why? Hurt yourself?

Oh. You'll survive.

It's bleeding. If no objection I'd like to have a bandage.

Don't know where they are.

They're in a book somewhere.

Do you think you'll be able to drive?

It doesn't matter, I'm not going.

What on earth do you mean, not going?

Oh, Alan, do stop behaving.. There're no bandages in there?

They must be downstairs.

If you think you can punish me by not going, you've got another think coming.

I don't care one little bit whether you go or not.

And if you're not going. Why did you spend the whole afternoon working on the car?

Oh, men!

Spend the whole afternoon working on the car.

For a matter that's important to me, we're always equal.

Alan...

I've got grease on my face.

Dont you mind my bonnet?

What is taking place here is by now an old story

But suprising as it may seem it was quite illegal until 1896.

Until then no self-propelled vehicle could take the road

Unless it was preceded by a man on foot

And carrying a red flag.

There were very few cars on the roads

And very few roads, for that matter, merely stretches of dust.

There were no garages or service stations.

And the pioneer motorist bought his petrol from the chemist.

But in that year was passed the light locomotives and highways act.

To celebrate the event the first car so emancipated started

From the metropole hotel, London

And drove to the metropole hotel, Brighton

Since 1928 the Veteran Car Club has held an

Annual commemoration run.

But it is not, and has never been, a race.

Here's a very handsome machine.

A Darracq, isn't it? Yes, that's right.

1 904, isn't it?

Yes, that's right. Yes, I thought so.

Well I wonder whether you'd care tell listeners how it was that you came to acquire

This, uh, vehicle Mr....

Uh McKim. McKim, yes.

My grandfather bought her new. In about, uh, 1928 my uh...

My my my father found her on a rubbish dump

Bought it for a pound and rebuilt her. Um.

He's made all the runs.. I made all the..

He made all the runs before the war, and I've made them all since.

That's astonishing. Thank you both very much. And jolly good luck to you.

WI m

I wonder where Ambrose is?

You see Mr. Claverhouse?

He's gone to telephone. His guest failed to appear.

He's due to start in five minutes.

Suppose after all that buildup he's isn't even going to produce her. Ho ho ho...

mm

Do you think thats...? It must be. It couldn't be anyone else.

I beg your pardon. Are you miss Peters?

Yes, you must be Mr. And Mrs... McKim, Alan and Wendy.

Ah, Ambrose's friends.

Isn't he here? - I think he went to telephone. - Oh.