[miffed by Niki winning the 1975 F1 World Championship, James scrambles back to Hesketh Racing headquarters]
James Hunt: Whatever it takes to beat that prick next year, just say it, your word is my command. There are no lengths to which I will not go and I mean it. [notices Lord Hesketh feeling glum] What the hell's going on? Where is everybody? What's the matter?
Lord Hesketh: Do you know what the date it is today?
Hunt: Yes.
Hesketh: It's November the 14th.
Hunt: Why?
Hesketh: Do you have any idea of the significance of that date?
Hunt: I don't know. Time to start killing pheasants?
Hesketh: Actually, it's the deadline for securing sponsorship for the forthcoming Formula 1 season.
Hunt: Yes?
Hesketh: Which elapsed at midnight last night and we didn't attract any.
Hunt: Well, so? We aren't looking for sponsorship. Like you said, condoms and cigarettes, vulgar, right?
Hesketh: Right. Except we are, or were. I've made something of a miscalculation. The economics, Formula 1, realities thereof. It turns out not like the lower divisions at all.
Hunt: What are you saying?
Hesketh: I'm saying it's over, Superstar. The banks have stepped in, started laying everyone off. Probably have to sell this place.
James Hunt: Whatever it takes to beat that prick next year, just say it, your word is my command. There are no lengths to which I will not go and I mean it. [notices Lord Hesketh feeling glum] What the hell's going on? Where is everybody? What's the matter?
Lord Hesketh: Do you know what the date it is today?
Hunt: Yes.
Hesketh: It's November the 14th.
Hunt: Why?
Hesketh: Do you have any idea of the significance of that date?
Hunt: I don't know. Time to start killing pheasants?
Hesketh: Actually, it's the deadline for securing sponsorship for the forthcoming Formula 1 season.
Hunt: Yes?
Hesketh: Which elapsed at midnight last night and we didn't attract any.
Hunt: Well, so? We aren't looking for sponsorship. Like you said, condoms and cigarettes, vulgar, right?
Hesketh: Right. Except we are, or were. I've made something of a miscalculation. The economics, Formula 1, realities thereof. It turns out not like the lower divisions at all.
Hunt: What are you saying?
Hesketh: I'm saying it's over, Superstar. The banks have stepped in, started laying everyone off. Probably have to sell this place.
[miffed by Niki winning the 1975 F1 World Championship, James scrambles back to Hesketh Racing headquarters]
James Hunt : Whatever it takes to beat that prick next year, just say it, your word is my command. There are no lengths to which I will not go and I mean it. [notices Lord Hesketh feeling glum] What the hell's going on? Where is everybody? What's the matter?
Lord Hesketh: Do you know what the date it is today?
Hunt : Yes.
Hesketh : It's November the 14th.
Hunt : Why?
Hesketh : Do you have any idea of the significance of that date?
Hunt : I don't know. Time to start killing pheasants?
Hesketh : Actually, it's the deadline for securing sponsorship for the forthcoming Formula 1 season.
Hunt : Yes?
Hesketh : Which elapsed at midnight last night and we didn't attract any.
Hunt : Well, so? We aren't looking for sponsorship. Like you said, condoms and cigarettes, vulgar, right?
Hesketh : Right. Except we are, or were. I've made something of a miscalculation. The economics, Formula 1, realities thereof. It turns out not like the lower divisions at all.
Hunt : What are you saying?
Hesketh : I'm saying it's over, Superstar. The banks have stepped in, started laying everyone off. Probably have to sell this place.
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