Reeves gestures at his Ferrari's engine.

                          REEVES
             Rick —— would you check the oil 
             for me, please?

                          RICK
             Reeves —— is the term “rich
             dilettante” in your vocabulary? 

                          REEVES
             I'd be so unhappy, Rick —— if 
             something else broke on Andre's 
             car —— something critical this 
             time.  I don't want you worrying
             about that, or anything.

                          RICK
             You're the one who should be 
             worried, Reeves.
 
Reeves and Rick lock eyes in deadly challenge.

                          RACE ANNOUNCER (FROM P.A.)
             Clear the grid…  Clear the grid 
             for racing!

Rick gestures contemptuously, then turns away from Reeves. 
Mechanics and others leave the grid. 

Rick hops back into the Special.  He and the other drivers ready themselves.

The Starter signals and the drivers start their engines.

He checks the cars. 

Rick, Moss, Reeves, Pabst, Krause, Marburg, Drake, Jules —— all signal their readiness

The drivers rev their engines, tensely anticipating the start.

The Starter jumps in the air and waves the green flag.
 

THE START

The cars roar off in massed thunder.  Rick charges into the lead.