PAUL BRYAN'S JOURNAL
From the diary about this episode:
To counter improbabilities in the episode (as Molly getting away with both attempted murder and murder …. A note saying, “I killed her father” hardly a grant to let her leave Brazil), its action has been turned into a dream sequence in Paul's journal.
The episode story takes place as Paul participates in a special street race in Rio de Janeiro.
In his dream, Molly is out to kill Larry Collins, believing him to have murdered her father, but in "real life," she is "after" Larry as a romantic conquest. The police captain is a race team principal, and other minor characters are represented as people around the racing environment, only taking on their episode roles when Paul is unconscious.
The dream sequence relating the episode plot can be found here in the middle column after pictures.
Rome - Rio de Janeiro
Friday, August 6
I feel like a five-year old with a brand new pair of roller skates, only these skates will be represented by a shiny Alfa Romeo, tuned to compete with some of the greatest stars in motor racing!
Just read through the list of drivers who'll be bringing teams to the new Challenge Cup. It's staggering - Sterling Moss, Jackie Stewart, Larry Carter, even the great Fangio, as well as Graham Hill, Alfonso Bras and Jim Clark. Over 40 teams including GB.
Met at the airport by Isabella Fragoso, head of public relations for the event, and she treated me as if I were Mario Andretti!
Who was behind her but Molly and her college friend, Carmen Barreto, who insisted on having me brought to the hotel in her chauffeur-driven Rolls. The scene had enough pizzazz to make me feel like King of Carnival, and all I had wanted from the weekend was the chance to drive in a race.
Molly had her arm in mine with the kind of possessiveness reserved for kept men, and as much as I can imagine what she must have told her friend, can't see how I'm going to detach myself from Kate's sister with any ease.
When we got to the hotel, I felt like pulling out an autograph book, the lobby was crawling with all my heroes, moving in and out of a reception in an adjoining room.
Needed to pinch myself that I was one of them. Well, with a pretty young girl on each arm, and Carmen's liveried chauffeur hovering behind us with my bag. I was just the part.
Pete sashayed over with my ultimate idol, Larry Carter, who said he'd heard great things about me. Me? More likely, he should have been wondering how I got into this company. Once she got her eyes on Larry, Molly miraculously seemed to have lost interest in me.
Larry introduced the two Brazilians who are regular members of Carter Grand Prix, Getulio Quadros and Gaspar Melo, then their wives joined us, and Larry began flirting mercilessly with them, accompanied by overly patient looks from Gaspar and Getulio, as if to say that this was all part of driving for Larry Carter.
Then Alfonso Bras, who's hosting the event, came over and extended a large hand. The great Brazilian driver said he was delighted to have me in the race.
Walked right up to me as if I were someone he knew. Is this one of those cases where one vows they'll never wash their hands again? Just about.
Pete removed the champagne glass that had been placed in my hand, and reminded me that we had a date on the course to look at my car. However, it wasn't an end to the fun, but the beginning of my dream.
Just driving through this intoxicating city to the roads that had been set aside was a wonder in itself, and the Alfa was set up so that even I was able to take her through the streets with her purring all the way.
I kept expressing my astonishment to Pete about the car's performance, and he just said, “we look after you, good buddy.” That “we” reminded me what a special race this was for him too, head of his own team for the first time.
I promised to do my best not to let him down. In response, he put a hand on my shoulder, and said, "thanks for making the team possible."
Who'd have thought that the two teenagers planning to follow their fathers into the Bryan and Gaffney law firm as the War was ending would find themselves racing here with the world's best in the summer of 1965?
The rest of the day flew by full of glitter. Heroes, cars, champagne and samba. And the delightful Isabella.
Molly had latched herself onto Larry - though he seemed more interested in sorority sister Carmen - but she kept eyeing me whenever I danced with Isabella.
Kate and I have kept our contact with one another private, and I doubt that she knows that we're seeing one another since the end of the engagement.
“I could have danced all night” - boy, I know how Eliza Doolittle felt! - but with an overnight flight behind me, and qualifying for race order tomorrow, this is definitely one occasion where I should SLEEP all night. But dreams? I've already lived them all.
Rio de Janeiro
Saturday - Sunday, August 7 - 8
Making quick notes so I can save some of the flavor of this weekend. The car is humming, and feels like a part of me. Pete is a genius - or in fairness, credit is due to our technical team - but he hand-picked them, and they've found a way to make this high-powered machine nurse along a rank amateur like me. Can't believe it, but I'm a long way from last in the morning qualifying.
Sitting around having lunch with the other drivers is an amazing experience. Molly is lapping it up. Just hope she won't get into some scrapes. Pete handed her a pass to the restricted areas when she walked into the hotel yesterday. It's amusing, watching Larry Carter try to slip out of her path in his most gentlemanly British way.
My God! A man just brushed past me apologetically, and it was Juan Manuel Fangio! Alfonso Bras is everywhere. He is overseeing the whole event with a keen eye, and running a team too.
Can't wait to get out on the course again. Just hoping I won't be last. Pete has put in two good times, up with the leaders. I want for no more than what I've already experienced, but what if GB were to win or come in among the top cars in such a spectacular race!
SEE MIDDLE COLUMN FOR THE DREAM SEQUENCE MIRRORING ACTION OF THE EPISODE
When I awoke in the medical center, confused and frightened from a horrible nightmare I can still remember, it appeared that my dream weekend had turned into dust. But by the end of the day, that dust had reformed into something pretty nice to possess.
The hospital gave me an all clear, and sent me back to a hotel room full of flowers, the largest bouquet from Jim Clark with a note saying, “thanks for not crashing into me.”
Alfonso Bras came in to see how I was, and paid me great compliments for the way I'd avoided Clark's machine, which meant that he'd still be able to race.
A bevy of young ladies visited - including Isabella and the ever-present Molly and Co. But best of all was Pete bearing the news that he was second on the grid, just behind Graham Hill, and almost as excited about all the talk of the skilful driving of the amateur he'd brought to the race.
The doctor then came in with the edict that I couldn't have any more guests, and gave me a sedative that kept me asleep until morning. I could sense the glamour and excitement of race day soon as I woke, even though my head was hurting.
After going through an assortment of paces for the doctor, he pronounced me fit to drive, and though the tingle I'd expected was somewhat muted down by the easing headache and disappointing events of yesterday, my team was just behind poll position, and I felt perfect when Pete met me to drive to the course.
All Rio seemed out for this inaugural event, and the waves and cheers started to carry me away on a tide of expectation - even though I was at the back of the grid. But next to Jim Clark - that made it not so bad.
The race was a blur, and though some said I drove like a terror, all I remember was one long prayer that I wouldn't make a silly mistake.
Never picked up more than ten places - as opposed to Jim Clark making it close to the front, but with so many others falling out, I ended up in the top half of the original field.
Pete's fifth in such a high-profile race put GB on the map, and the prize money meant that we'd actually come out ahead.
Alfonso put on a post-race party that gave a meaning to the word, and put every other I'd ever attended in the shadows. Were I to live to be 80, I will always treasure this weekend as one of the high points in my life - crash and all.
Writing this in the plane for the Bahamas, it all seems so long ago, even if it were just yesterday. I really need to put down so much more, but just feel completely overwhelmed by the whole thing. Shortly, I'll be in Nassau, about to begin the experiment with Kate.
Read the dream sequence following the episode plot in the next column, then
Notes & Comments: While most of the scenes with Molly don't really move the story forward, and seem fairly gratuitous, the rest of the episode is well-paced and interesting.
These sections hold the attention as Paul's plan develops and fizzles, then the guilt of Larry Carter is thrown into question, also to have another twist.
Molly's final scene has substantial drama, but only as a catalyst and not a presence where she again waters things down. Peter Lawford's smooth talking, as he tries to get her to put the gun down, seems to portray him as the liar we've assumed he was.
Jo Swerling Jr.
Director of Photography
Howard E. Johnson
John McCartey &
Frank H. Wilkinson
Color by Pathe
Editorial Dept. Head
David J. O'Connell
Costumes by Burton Miller