Maranello - the F1 soap opera
Episode Five
Scene 13 - The garage of a well-known auto
racing team after the chequered flag has fallen.
The lighting is dim, and we can only just distinguish
two figures: one is slumped semi-conscious on the floor clutching
a small silver cup, and the other, tall and lean in a belted
leather raincoat, is prodding the figure with a booted toe.
MS: |
Wake up Eddie, for goodness' sake.
I have to go and pick up Ralf in a minute. |
EDDIE: |
Wassup? Whoever you are, go away. I
want to die. |
MS: |
You'll get your wish all too soon
if you're not careful. |
(At the sound of his bloodcurdling tone, EDDIE struggles
to a seated position.)
EDDIE: |
(attempting jocularity) Good day
down the salt mines today, eh?! |
MS: |
I'll see you are recompensed for
your good service. |
EDDIE: |
I knew I could rely on you. Fuggin'
wonderful day today. You were the business and no
mistake. Course, I was right behind you, ahead of that
bunch of poofs, but no doubt about it, you was the star. |
MS: |
Whatever. Eddie, I think we need to
have a chat about brake cables. |
MS: |
Come over to the computer a moment.
(distastefully) I presume you can still focus? |
(They go and sit down at a PC in the corner of the
garage. EDDIE pushes a few keys.
EDDIE: |
Hahahah! Lessee what you got here
then! You downloading dodgy pictures off the Web again? |
MS: |
Don't be ridiculous. Eddie! Stop
that at once. I'm warning you. |
EDDIE: |
Oooh, what have we got here? A text
file eh!? Dirty stories from some Bolivian porno archive?
(reading aloud) '...and the COMPANY will
pay the DRIVER the sum of not more than FIFTY MILLION US
DOLLARS over a period of...' - what's this?
|
(MS wrestles the keyboard from EDDIE and in doing so
hits a few buttons. A talking duck appears on the screen.)
THE DUCK: |
You appear to be writing a secret
contract with West McLaren Mercedes. Would you like some
assistance? |
(There is a brief
embarrassed silence.)
MS: |
I hate this new software. How can a
mere computer think it knows better than I? |
EDDIE: |
No idea, guv. I mean, it's only a Pentium 233
after all. No comparison to your tactical brilliance at
all. |
MS: |
Just leave that anyway. It's none
of your business. Look, here I've got the stolen
schematics for the MP4-13. Next time, get the brake
fluids reservoir. An engine blowout is fine, but we need
to keep confusing them. |
EDDIE: |
(scratching head) Brake fluid
reservoirs, huh? |
MS: |
You know I rely on you, Edmund. |
EDDIE: |
Sure thing. (pause) So you leaving
us then? |
MS: |
(suavely) Don't worry. I'll make
sure you're taken care of. |
Scene 14 - The motorhome of a well known auto
racing team after the chequered flag has fallen at the end of the
Grand Prix.
The motorhome is in darkness but for the soft glow of a
computer screensaver, which illuminates a stocky blonde figure
slumped in an armchair, face in hands.
JV: |
(to himself) How could I have done
it? In front of everyone? Just when everything was going
so well... |
(He lets out a strangled sob)
JV: |
The first time this season I was
anywhere near the points, and I make a total fool of
myself. What an idiot!
|
(He scratches his head and sighs deeply.
JV: |
I just panicked. 'What if I
never see him again?' I thought. Like some bad character
in a goddamn soap opera. I had to go and talk to him. But
he was perfectly all right, thank God, and then I somehow
couldn't open my mouth. |
(The door opens and HEINZ enters.)
JV: |
(hastily hiding his box of tissues)
Uh-huh. How did it go in the end? |
HHF: |
Fourth. (pause) At least I can go
and get some sleep now. |
HHF: |
Um, Jacques, I think Frank was
hoping to have a word... |
JV: |
I bet I know which one, as well. |
HHF: |
(sitting down beside JACQUES and
placing a brotherly hand on his shoulder) So, are you
going to tell him why you did it? |
HHF: |
Is it something to do with the car?
I'd just like to know, you know, in case it happens to
mine - |
JV: |
The car's OK. No, the car's fine,
don't worry. (pause) Tell me Heinz, have you ever been in
love? Really in love I mean, not just lust? |
HHF: |
I think so. But I've never - I
mean, I don't really - um, it's all a bit new really. |
JV: |
Tell me about it. I mean, I can't
even tell him how I feel about him, even today. I don't
even know how I really feel about anything - it's all so
new and I don't have anyone to talk to about it. |
(He lets out another strangled sob).
JV: |
(attempting strained humour) It's
not as if I could really get a sex change. It was tough
enough to get away with the hair. |
HHF: |
You'll find someone, just you see.
And I really admire you for being, you know, honest and
everything. (squeezes his shoulder companionably) Are you
going to tell the guv'nor? If you want to make up some
story about the car, I'll back you up. He doesn't have to
know why you did it. |
(HHF leaves and JACQUES allows himself to subside into
heartfelt sobs again for a few moments. Then he stands up, goes
over to the medicine chest, and reaches inside for the strong
painkillers therein.)
JV: |
(to himself) Pain pills for my neck
strain... for Heinz' back... for the guv'nor's
headaches... |
(He walks over to the PC and hits the Enter key, The
screensaver vanishes and he sits down at the desk to type.)
JV: |
(to himself) Double-click on the
icon... open new document... here we go. Dear Everyone, I
am sorry to do this to you but I cannot live a lie any
longer, nor can I live in a world without love and
hope... |
(As he types this, a box pops up on the PC screen with a
talking duck in it.)
THE DUCK: |
You appear to be writing a suicide
note. Would you like some assistance? |
(He slams the keyboard and stands up so violently that
he knocks the chair flying.)
JV: |
(sighing) It's no good - I can't
even tell anyone how I really feel. No, I won't leave a
note, after all. I'll just let them find me and then they
can wonder why I did it, why it all went so wrong for me.
They'll never know that I'm not normal - they can go
on thinking of me as the happy, eligible bachelor with
a different girl at every race. Nobody will understand
anyway, so what's the use? |
(JACQUES quickly unscrews the tops from the pill bottles
and starts knocking them back, aided by the consumption of a
litre of Finlandia vodka which he finds in a cupboard.)
JV: |
I'll use this vodka. It's fitting,
after all - *he* was the last person to touch it. I
remember that night - the best party of my life, after
the Japanese Grand Prix last year. Back when I thought
there was still a chance for me...when we both felt sick
at the same time and staggered outside and, just for a
moment, he rested his head on my shoulder. |
(JACQUES continues to take the pills and his shoulders
sag as they begin to take effect. Suddenly the screen goes all
swirly... - could it be - is it - a dream sequence?)
Scene 15 - The balcony of a country house,
looking out on to the extensive landscaped gardens.
A few unsteady figures are playing a game of croquet and
a few white-clad nurses push wheelchairs around the tree-lined
paths. It's a beautiful day. We turn round to see a wizened old
figure, almost bald, wearing a scarlet cardigan, scarlet
tracksuit bottoms and slippers in the same extravagant red. He is
covered by a lap blanket which is monogrammed simply with the
word 'Ferrari'.
OLD BALD
BLOKE: |
What time is the race on? |
(OBB turns round and we see his view - a similarly
ancient gentleman with a few wisps of blonde hair adhering to his
rounded skull. He's also clad in red, albeit a slightly different
shade, and a pair of coke-bottle specs are perched on the end of
his inquisitive nose. His blanket bears the legend 'Winfield
Williams BMW, F1 World Champions 2023' and his t-shirt is adorned
with egg yolk stains and a picture of a man skiing down an Alpine
slope.
OBB2 |
Don't know. Why? Do
you want to be reminded of your glory days? |
OBB: |
My glory days were considerably
more glorious than yours, my friend. |
OBB2: |
For sure, that's a matter of
opinion. |
OBB: |
Think, for example, of my splendid
turn into the Hill chicane at the Singapore Grand Prix of
2008, my last race for Sauber before I retired as the
world champion for the eighth time. |
OBB2: |
(mimicking) Think, for example, of
your splendid spin at Copse in the British Grand Prix of
2007, when you finally got thrown out of Ferrari and had
to go and drive for Sauber again. |
OBB: |
(snorts) I would be less smug if I
were you, my friend. You were only champion twice, and
now you cannot even win the egg and spoon race at the
nursing home sports day. |
OBB2: |
(childishly) At least I don't glue
my egg on to the end of my spoon. |
(The two glower at each other. There is a pause.)
OBB: |
Fancy another go then? |
OBB: |
You know perfectly well at what.
The roof garden challenge. |
OBB2: |
Not if you're going to try and
shove me off the edge again. For sure, I thought that was
the end of me. |
OBB: |
Let's just get on with it. |
OBB2: |
OK, OK. Can we get Damon to cover
for us again? You know what the nurses will do if they
catch us. |
OBB: |
Ja, ja, I know what the nurses will
do. (fakes high-pitched feminine voice) Now then, Mr
Schumacher, careful there, we don't want you to hurt
yourself now do we? Not a racing driver any more, ha ha,
time to take it easy and have a nap before lunch... |
OBB2: |
Sometimes I think it would have
been a whole lot easier just to throw myself off a
mountain than endure years of this. |
OBB: |
I know. Still, at least Giancarlo
is coming for a visit next weekend. Maybe he'll bring us
a new driving game for the holodeck. |
OBB2: |
Is that really all we have to look
forward to? |
OBB: |
That and death, my friend. |
(There is a pause. Creaking wheels are heard and an
extremely elderly gentleman, still with a good head of white hair
and a dignified bearing, rolls himself in slowly.)
OBB: |
Ah, Damon. Can you stay beside the
door to the roof again? |
OBB2: |
We won't make any more jokes about
that wheelchair being the fastest thing you've ever
driven. |
DAMON: |
OK, OK, I'll keep cave. Just be
careful. I'm fed up of people driving their wheelchairs
dangerously through this home. We should all get together
and make sure we all wheel them down the corridors as safely
as possible. |
OBB: |
Let's get on with it. |
(The three inch their way along the corridor to the roof
entrance, faces set with grim determination. They use the lift to
ascend to the roof and, once there, position themselves at the
start near some attractive bonsai trees.)
OBB2: |
When the red light goes out above
the lift, OK? |
(The red light goes off and, with much puffing and
effortful noises, the two inch their way along the side of the
roof. DAMON shouts encouraging noises from the doorway. All of a
sudden, as they take the first corner near the delphiniums, OBB
reaches a withered hand out to the nearside wheel of OBM2's
wheelchair and tips it over.)
OBB2: |
No! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! |
(As we see OBB2 topple, as if in slow-motion, over the
side of the roof, the screen goes all wobbly again....we're back
to 'real' life!)
Scene 16 - In the garage of a well-known auto
racing team back at the circuit.
All is activity, with mechanics packing up gear and
chatting amongst themselves. THE GUV'NOR sits at a desk at the
back, poring over the screen of his laptop.)
THE BIG
GUV'NOR: |
(to himself) ....mmmhh....' and
then did drive without due care and attention into the
path of...' |
As he types this, a box pops up on the PC screen with a
talking duck in it.)
THE DUCK: |
You appear to be writing a protest
to the FIA. Would you like some assistance? |
(A MECHANIC comes rushing up to him in agitation.)
MECHANIC: |
Guv! Guv! It's Jacques! You'd
better come quickly! |
TBG : |
What now? |
MECHANIC: |
Dunno, guv. There's lots of pill
bottles lyin' around, and 'e seems to be screamin'
sumfink like 'Don't throw me off the roof! Don't throw me
off the roof!' over and over again. Looks like 'e's tried
to top 'imself. |
TBG: |
Dear God, no. Not at this point of the season.
Even Jos the Boss has been snapped up by now. I'll end up with
Jan bloody Magnussen. |
MECHANIC: |
I called the ambulance, guv. I
don't think it's been that long since 'e took 'em. 'E's a
strong lad, our Jacques. 'E'll be all right. |
TBG: |
He'd better be. Or I'll sue his ghost for
breach of contract. |
(THE GUV'NOR propels himself to the door of the
motorhome. Just as he arrives, DAVID COULTHARD comes sauntering
up in a skimpy t-shirt. DAVID heads straight for the coffee
vending machine and punches a few numbers in, but cannot seem to
get his drink out.)
DC: |
Christ, I can't even get a proper
cup of coffee round here. Ah, here we are. (A small drip
of coffee drizzles into the cup). |
MECHANIC: |
Better have another try. |
DC: |
OK. By the way, what's going on
with the ambulances? |
(Before the MECHANIC has a chance to answer, JACQUES
lurches out of the motorhome, down the steps, and vomits
copiously all over DAVID's shoes.)
DC: |
Shit! Shit! What the hell's going on here?
|
JV: |
Urrrrggghh....woooarrrrgh.....wassup.....wassamatter....don't
throw me off the roof! No! No! |
(He passes out on the ground. Two MECHANICS run up and
carry him off to a waiting ambulance. DC shrugs and heads for
a nearby hose to wash off his shoes, but only a trickle emerges
from the tap.)
DC: |
So can't I get a decent cup of coffee round
here at least? |
Scene 17 - The aft toilet of an aeroplane.
By the lavish fittings and monograms, we see it's BERNIE's
private jet. BERNIE'S BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER is standing by the sink,
gazing at herself in the mirror.
BBD: |
I do not believe this. |
(She looks down at the small plastic wand she is holding
in one hand. A blue stripe can clearly be seen.)
BBD: |
How many times have I done this?
Why does it have to be wrong *this* time? |
(There is a rapping at the door of the toilet.)
BERNIE: |
Princess, are you all right in
there? |
BBD: |
(hastily) Yes, Daddy, just putting
on some more make-up. |
BERNIE: |
Ah, Sweetheart, you're beautiful
just as you are. |
BBD: |
(giggling in a grotesque parody of
amusement) Sure, Daddy! I won't be a minute, OK! (to
herself) Goddamnit! How could I have been so goddamn
dumb! What the hell am I going to tell Daddy?
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(Theme music fades in...)
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