Here we go. Speed and power.
Unfortunately, for once, speed and power didn't seem to do the trick.
Oh... Ski, damn you! Come on ski, Jag!
We're going to have to admit this isn't working.
Luckily, James then had a brainwave.
(TOOLS CLATTERING)
And down at the resort's workshop, he borrowed some metal poles,
which he used to shackle our cars together.
If this works, I'll eat my own head.
Six-wheel drive, all at the same time.
Right, everybody select drive in three, two, one... Gently.
(POLES CLANKING)
Yes! I think we've got this.
(LAUGHS) Yeah!
We're like The Human Centipede!
Yeah, no, I got that wrong.
(CARS BUMPING)
Oh, hello... James is going a bit skewy. I'll give him more power.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Hammond, you're jack-knifing me towards the edge.
Or Clarkson, one of you, somebody.
I'm not doing anything! You're steering.
You're at the front. You're the head of this caterpillar!
JAMES: I'm not steering! You are. It's jack-knife...
No, it's the edge! Stop, stop!
JAMES: Right, everybody in reverse.
Three, two, one, gently go.
-Jeremy, where are you going? -You're the one that steers us going backwards.
I wasn't steering you that way, why are you there?
-You've jack-knifed us Hammond, you stupid idiot! -I'm not doing that!
I'm not!
Eventually, after much bickering...
JEREMY: You're pushing me over the edge, you blithering...
JAMES: When you're going backwards, you're steering you.
-Whose idea was this? -Hammond, you're doing it again.
...we started to get the hang of it.
I knew this would work. All you got to do is co-ordinate the brains.
This is what comes from many, many years of working together,
that intuitive bond that links us.
Bond of hatred.
JEREMY: And there we are, the summit.
12,500 feet.
We have made it!
JAMES: Ho-ho!
Good. Right, let's unhitch.
JEREMY: Having bypassed the lifts and cable cars, it was time to start skiing.
Which was a bit of a worry.
Don't look over that edge.
But there's a bit of... It gets really steep.
RICHARD: People do this for fun, yeah?
JAMES: Not in old Jags. -Oh, yeah, you're right.
If you went wrong here, look. You'd have time to phone your insurance company.
RICHARD: You'd start filling the form out.
There's the airfield, look.
RICHARD: I can see Heathrow from here.
JEREMY: But, since the only way down was down, we set off.
Gingerly.
Just an ordinary drive. Just an ordinary drive.
Oh... Oh.
Jeez, that's... Don't look.
Erm...there's an... Oh, God.
It's in case I need to bail out.