OK, I am lost.
I think it was that way.
I'm gonna go this way.
Right, let's see what you got.
Come on. I cannot lose this race.
-(THUDDING AND CLUNKING) -Ooh!
Careful. A bit of a bump.
JAMES: With the others far behind,
I'd found a rough track that led to the forward operating base.
Buffeting...
Ohh, that's a big hole. Argh.
RICHARD: And Jeremy and I were also heading in the right direction,
on a route that was longer, but faster.
Big one!
(HE GROANS)
This is cracking along, this thing!
(BARRELS RATTLING)
Yes!
On the fast track, the Amarok was starting to come good.
This is quick. Very quick.
Even with 100 gallons of Avgas in the back.
Whoa, hang on!
JAMES: Even though the Merc was the only one with coil springs,
life on the rough track was very uncomfortable.
-(THUDDING) -Aargh!
Bogs!
Whoa!
And then...
Bollocks!
That is a complete dead end.
I've wasted my time. I'm gonna have to go back.
I can't turn round there. Oh, God.
Or there.
This is losing me vital time.
JEREMY: On the faster route,
the powerful Amarok was starting to rein in the Ford.
Right, Hammond, I'm coming to get you!
He's toast!
I don't think so, my friend! No way!
-Come on, Amarok! RICHARD: Eeeeeeee!
(HE CHUCKLES)
JEREMY: Get in, get in!
Kill him! I want the medal! I want to deliver the fuel!
No way! You're not coming through!
- Oh, no! Wooh-hoo! -Yeah, he's been crossed up!
Come on, Jeremy! Get him, get him, get him!
No! No!
JEREMY: I'm now in the lead!
I'm doing winning!
RICHARD: No!
Disaster!
RICHARD: No! That's the compound! Damn it!
There's the helicopter! And once again, the Amarok is victorious!
(DRAMATIC OPERATIC MUSIC)
(BARREL CLUNKS)
Is that barrel gonna...
(BOOMING EXPLOSION)
What on earth?
I'm probably not gonna get my freedom fighter badge now, am I, for that?
-What happened? -Well, him!
And any minute now he's gonna claim he won this one as well.
-I did win it! -Oh, yeah, it looks it.
That looks like success.