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Maranello - the F1 soap opera
Episode Nine
The one about the brake
problems!
Scene 1 - The motorhome of a well-known auto
racing team, a short while before the beginning of the Grand Prix
of Luxembourg.
A petite figure is typing away on a keyboard when
there's a knock on the door and a tall blonde figure in black
overalls comes in.
JACQUES: |
I didn't think they allowed you
this far up the pitlane. |
MIKA: |
Very funny. I just came to see how
you were. Oh, yeah, and how's your old friend? |
JACQUES:
|
He's fine. The hospital sent him
home today, thank God. He's had to promise to stay away
from mobile phones for a while though. He was really
peeved with me for some reason, even though I got down to
the hospital to see him as fast as I could. |
MIKA: |
Maybe he was annoyed with you for deliberately
spinning off. |
JACQUES: |
Well, now that you mention it, he did mutter
something about how I had to "stay with it to the
end of the season" and that "everyone was
laughing hard enough at him already and now he'd never get
them to agree about the fag packets". I just thought
it was the morphine talking. |
MIKA: |
Anyway, what about you? How are you? |
JACQUES: |
Oh, fine. Although I had to go to the medical
van. |
MIKA: |
What, they didn't take you down to
the hospital? |
JACQUES: |
(sulkily) Not this time. |
MIKA: |
Last time *I* stubbed *my* toe that
hard, I had to go down to the Emergency Room. |
JACQUES: |
Yeah, with the taxi driver after
you'd punched him. |
MIKA: |
They had a look at me too! Anyway,
at least I had to have an X-ray at Spa! *You* haven't had
an X-ray for six months! |
JACQUES: |
Who's counting? Next year, I'll get
to have all the medical attention I want. |
MIKA: |
Anyway, good luck for later. |
MIKA: |
Nice of you to dye your hair black
in solidarity. I think we'll go well here, but Tom said
to tell you he appreciates the good wishes. |
(Giggling, MIKA retreats and there is silence. JACQUES
leaves the PC and strolls over to the couch, curling up for a
quick catnap. The screen goes all swirly, as we enter the world
of his dream...)
DREAM SEQUENCE 1:
We are
standing in a garage painted mostly white, unusual in the fact
that it has a red carpet. There is a strange, bright light
bathing the scene. Within the garage, a man in a bright blue
shirt bawls into a mobile, whilst at the back, there is a large
throne draped in ermine with several mechanics kneeling before
it. One other mechanic is stationed at the entrance as look-out.
MECHANIC: |
Oi! You lot! Here he comes! |
CRAIG: |
I'll have to call you back. (He
shuts off the mobile). |
There is a tense silence as a petite but regal figure
totters down the red carpet towards the throne.
MECHANIC: |
(nervously) How are you today then,
Sir? |
JACQUES: |
Not bad. (He clicks his fingers.)
Craig! |
JACQUES: |
Bring me a peanut butter and
Nutella sandwich. Now! And a Dr Pepper to go with it. |
JACQUES: |
Someone get my broker on the phone! |
MECHANIC: |
Right here, Sir. |
JACQUES: |
(shouting) Hurry up with that
sandwich! (To another mechanic) Where's my computer? |
MECHANIC: |
Right here, Sir. |
(JACQUES takes the laptop from the mechanic, but his
hand slips and he drops it on his toe.)
JACQUES: |
(screaming) Get me to the medical
tent! You idiot, you've broken my toe! |
MECHANIC: |
(shaking in terror) Sir! I'm sorry!
I can explain! |
(The hapless MECHANIC is dragged to the pitlane and hung
from the awning with a length of electrical wire.)
JACQUES: |
(gasping in pain) Leave him there
as a warning to others. |
(A medical car screams into the pit and three paramedics
leap out to examine JACQUES. But before they can reach him, he
catches a glimpse of MIKA sitting in the back of the car, waving
a Band-Aided index finger in triumph.)
JACQUES: |
Forget it, lads. There's no point.
(bawling) Step it up with that Dr Pepper! |
(Suddenly a slight dark-haired figure, clad in red Nomex
with Daffy Duck on the front, barges into the garage.)
MECHANIC: |
Authorised personnel only please.
Move it along now sir. |
HEINZ: |
But - Jacques! Jacques! Wake up! We
need you! |
(The screen goes all swirly again and we return to real
life, where HEINZ is shaking JACQUES by the shoulder.)
HEINZ: |
Jacques! Wake up! Time to go to the
grid! |
JACQUES: |
I've told you before. When I'm
smiling, you don't wake me up. |
HEINZ: |
Sorry. But the Guv'nor's on the
warpath. |
JACQUES: |
OK, OK, let's move out of here. |
Scene 2 - The next garage down, where the
mechanics of a well-known Italian marque are lined up and ready,
alongside their drivers.
JEAN: |
OK! Time for the pre-race check. |
MECHANIC: |
(all) Si, signor! |
JEAN: |
Back wheels! Check! |
JEAN: |
Front wheels! Check! |
EDDIE: |
Brake problems! Check! |
MECHANICS: |
(automatically) Check! |
JEAN: |
Get into the car and shut up. |
JEAN: |
OK, OK. (He counts the mechanics).
Hang on. We have someone extra. You! Who the hell are
you! |
MECHANIC: |
(in a surprisingly high voice) New
liaison from Goodyear, Sir! |
JEAN: |
Fine. Get out there and look after
the tyres. |
JEAN: |
Everybody get these cars out on the
grid! And move quickly! |
(All is action, as they get the two red cars on to the
front row of the grid. But the representative from Goodyear
doesn't seem to know what they are doing, and is more interested
in getting close to MICHAEL than in checking tyre pressures...)
MICHAEL: |
All ready to go. |
MECHANIC: |
Sir. Good luck, Sir. |
Suddenly, the 'Goovyear representative' produces a tyre
iron from nowhere and MICHAEL is clonked on the helmet! He reels
from the shock!
JEAN: |
Get that idiot out of there! Now!
Oh God! |
(Fifty red-clad mechanics swoop on the 'Goodyear
representative' and bear him/her off to the pits.)
WIFE: |
(for it is she) You bastards! Don't
you know who I am!? Let go of me immediately! (She
shrieks over her shoulder) I'll get you one day! I'll
make you suffer, the way I've had to suffer! Just wait
and see! |
(Meanwhile, inside MICHAEL's helmet, the world has gone
all snowy and swirly again...)
DREAM SEQUENCE 2:
The
pitlane before the Grand Prix of Luxembourg. Strangely, the cars
actually out on the track are going round the circuit in the
opposite direction.
In the red-liveried garage, a spare figure has his head
in his hands as he is berated by a number of red-suited
mechanics.
MICHAEL: |
Look, I'm sorry, OK? It won't
happen again. |
JEAN: |
You screwed up the qualifying for
Eddie. It's not good enough. You are meant to be second. |
MICHAEL: |
What else was I meant to do? You
sent me out first on the drier track. And I've got the
long wheelbase, and the prototype engine... |
JEAN: |
Stop whining, for goodness' sake.
It's your job, remember? And we pay you very handsomely
to do it. |
JEAN: |
Maybe if you did it properly, we
would be higher on the grid. Remember to support Eddie in
the race! |
(EDDIE prods the despairing figure with his toe in
distaste.)
EDDIE: |
I'm counting on you tomorrow,
Mikey-boy. You stay behind me, got it? And we'll have to
sort out a press release about your brakes. |
MICHAEL: |
(sobbing) Not a brake problem
*again*, Edmund. Please! It's so embarrassing when the
press come up to me afterwards! |
EDDIE: |
You're number 2, and don't you
forget it. Do you want me to go and get Jean Alesi in
here? I believe *he's* still contractually undecided. Or
perhaps Jarno Trulli would like the second seat? Hey! (A
PR ASSISTANT runs over.) Get me a phone and a blank
contract, would you? |
MICHAEL: |
Eddie! When we were challenging for
the title, that was one thing. Now we're at the back of
the grid, what's the use in humiliating me? |
EDDIE: |
Sheer enjoyment, Mikey-boy. Sheer
enjoyment. Anyway, next year will be our year. And you'll
still be Number 2. We're not expecting to challenge for
the title this year anyway. |
(Two gorgeous, scantily-clad pitlane babes wander past,
pitpasses bouncing between curvaceous mammaries.)
EDDIE: |
(distastefully) We don't have time
for that now. |
BABE: |
(waving) Hey, Ed! Come and have
some fun with us, baby! We love you! |
EDDIE: |
(turning away) Give me those
telemetry printouts. Quickly. |
Down in the silver-liveried garage, the press are
crowding round a garrulous figure, hands waving in the air.
MIKA: |
...and so then we came around the
corner to the pub and there were all these women standing
around, so we went up to them and asked if they wanted to
buy a drink for us, and they said - |
REPORTER: |
Mika! As reigning world champion,
how do you feel about McLaren slipping to the back of the
grid? |
MIKA: |
Well, we all have a lot of respect
for Minardi and Arrows of course. And their grid girls
are gorgeous. |
REPORTER: |
It must make you happy to see
Eddie, your main title rival from last year, behind you
on the grid. |
MIKA: |
No, no, it's a matter of
indifference to me what happens to Eddie. We concentrate
only on our own racing. Anyway, did I tell you the one
about the Swede, the Dane and the Estonian and the
midnight blue cocktail dress? (He laughs uproariously). |
MIKA: |
...and then the Estonian says,
"My wife's the only woman in Estonia who hasn't
slept with Bill Clinton!" Hahahahahahahahahah! |
REPORTER: |
David, how do you feel about
slipping back behind Jordan, Minardi and BAR? |
DAVID: |
It is... bad. Very bad. |
MIKA: |
(interrupting) So then the Swede
says to the Estonian - |
REPORTER: |
Your title challenge seems to have
faded away after Spa, David - |
DAVID: |
Yes. It is.... pretty bad. Quite
bad, really. |
REPORTER: |
Thank you very much. |
MIKA: |
Have we got time for a quick snort
before the qualifying starts, Dave? |
Suddenly, a hooter goes off and everyone makes for the
starting grid. The press run for their commentary boxes and we
shift our attention to the commentary box of a well-known British
television station.
MARTIN: |
And here we are at the beginning of
the Luxembourg Grand Prix at the Nurburgring, the crucial
race to decide the world championship! What do you think
is going to happen today Murray? |
MURRAY: |
I'm not sure, to be honest. I'm not
that bothered. I mean, Shinji Nakano is a very nice chap,
but then so is Pedro Diniz. |
MARTIN: |
But surely you must have some
opinion either way! I think Nakano in the Minardi has to
be the hottest prospect, with that fine-tuned new
Mercedes engine and the aerodynamic skills of Patrick
Head, the former Williams designer. |
MARTIN: |
Let's run down the grid from
qualifying yesterday! And on pole we have the Minardi of
Shinji Nakano, the world title leader, followed by his
main challenger Pedro Diniz of Arrows! And with a
1:18:902 Diniz is only three one-hundredths of a second
ahead of the BAR-Tyrrell of Ricardo Zonta! |
MURRAY: |
No, Martin, I think you'll find
that the BAR-Tyrrell belongs to the 1997 World Champion,
Jacques Villeneuve. |
MARTIN: |
You're absolutely right Murray.
Anyway, moving further down the grid the biggest surprise
really is the poor performance of last year's main title
challengers. |
MURRAY: |
Well, yes, but then again that
Eddie Irvine is a bit of a bad hat, to be honest. I'm not
sorry to see him struggling this year, alongside Johnny
Herbert whose move to Stewart has brought him quite
undeserved good fortune as they challenge for third spot
in the constructors' championship. It's really not fair
to see that miserable individual perform so well in his
first season with a new team, especially when he never
has a smile or a word for the press. |
MARTIN: |
Eddie and his faithful No 2,
Michael Schumacher, are back there in 22nd and 21st
respectively. Interesting to see Schumacher outqualify
his teammate for the first time all season. And then just
ahead of them we have Mika Hakkinen and his taciturn
team-mate David Coulthard. |
MURRAY: |
So what do you think the outcome
will be then Martin? |
MARTIN: |
Well, I'm not expecting any great
surprises to be honest. |
MURRAY: |
Neither am I. Grand Prix racing
isn't really the sort of sport where we expect a lot of
surprises or changes, is it Martin? |
(There is a commercial break during which nothing at all
happens.)
MARTIN: |
Back at the Nurburgring now, and
down there on the grid we can see Michael Schumacher. To
be honest, Murray, I'm not sure what Schumacher is doing
in Formula One. |
MURRAY: |
Neither am I Martin. He's really
not got what it takes at all. |
MARTIN: |
I think the eight million dollars
Finnair sponsorship he brings with him is a key factor in
retaining that drive with backmarkers Ferrari. |
MURRAY: |
Absolutely. (He yawns and tries
unsuccessfully to hide it.) |
MARTIN: |
And we're down on the grid now with
James Allen! James! |
JAMES: |
Thank you Martin and I'm down here
at the back of the grid for a change trying to interview
Michael Schumacher. Michael, there are rumours going
around that you're going to have to pretend to have brake
problems to help your teammate Eddie get off the line
ahead. Is this true? |
MICHAEL: |
Urrrgh...bluuurrrgh... |
JAMES: |
Are you all right? |
MICHAEL: |
Urrrghhhh...... blurry world
champion contender....blurry god to ged to the starding
grid... |
(The screen goes all blurry and swirly again and we are
back in the real universe.)
MICHAEL: |
Blurry world championship....god to
ged on wid id....wazzappenin'? |
JEAN: |
(slapping Michael ineffectually)
Where's that goddamned medical car! |
MECHANIC: |
Er... sir... there's a bit of a
problem with the medical car. |
MECHANIC: |
Well, it's silver, you see. And Ron
Dennis has just employed a new chauffeur. Um, and
anyway...um... |
MECHANIC: |
Ron Dennis is being driven to the
bookmakers in the medical car, Sir. |
JEAN: |
I thought we paid Bernie to make
sure this sort of thing never happened! |
MECHANIC: |
(shrugging shoulders in
quintessentially Latin way) Obviously not enough, Sir. |
MICHAEL: |
Blurry hell....I'm all right. I'm
all right! Bugger off and let me get on with it! |
MICHAEL: |
The sooner I win this race, the
sooner I can find that woman and strangle her. |
JEAN: |
Good luck! Remember to look
surprised at the press conference when you hear about
Eddie's brakes! |
JEAN: |
There's the hooter! Let's go! |
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