What a magnificent setting for the second race of the World Grand Prix!
Well Brent, they call this place the "Gem of the Riviera,"
and it's easy to see why.
With its secluded beaches and opulent casinos,
Porto Corsa truly is a playground for the wealthy.
And everyone who's anyone is here today,
from the ultra-rich and super-famous
to world leaders and important dignitaries.
You aren't kidding, David.
You can't do a three-point turn without bumping into some celebrity.
Welcome, everyone, to the second race of the World Grand Prix,
where the big news continues to be allinol.
Sir Miles Axlerod spoke to the press earlier today
to answer questions about its safety.
An independent panel of scientists has determined
that allinol is completely safe, okay?
Safe. There it is.
So the race will go on, folks.
But the question everyone is asking:
Will the real Lightning McQueen show up today?
He'd better. Talk about a home track advantage.
Francesco Bernoulli grew up racing on this course.
Signore e signori, in the pole position, Numero Uno, Francesco!
Bellissima! Thank you for your support!
And your big mistake, McQueen!
In secondo position,
numero 95, Lightning-a McQueen-a!
Numero 95, Lightning-a McQueen-a!
McQueen-a, is-a everything OK?
If you're worried about your fuel, man, don't. It's perfectly safe.
No, guys, I just really wish Mater were here.
Francesco understands, McQueen.
Oh, great, here it comes.
What do you got, Francesco?
For famous race cars like Francesco and, well, you,
to be far away from home is not easy.
I think you forgot the insulting part of that insult.
Is-a no insult.
When-a Francesco is away from home, he misses his mama,
just like-a you miss your tow truck amico.
Just like-a you miss your tow truck amico.
Gee, I maybe misjudged you, because that's exactly...
Of course, I am at home, and my mama is right here.
Mama!
Don't worry, Mama, McQueen is very sad.
I will beat his cry-baby bottom today!
And there's the insult we were missing.
Darrell, the racers are settling in as they head
to the Italian countryside.
Whoo, boy!
This is gonna be a great race.
Gremlins. Man, those are some ugly cars.
Look like someone stole their trunks.
My grand-a father has-a broken down.
If-a one of-a you would help, I would be so thankful.
Sounds like you need some roadside assistance.
- She was talking to me. - Really? Prove it.
Don't-a fight over me.
Signore Tow Truck, per favore.
Get ready, Mater. You're on any moment now.
I don't know about this. What if I screw things up?
Impossible.
Just apply the same level of dedication
you've been using to play the idiot tow truck, and you'll be fine.
It's just that them guys look purty tough and... Wait, did you say "idiot"?
- Is that how you see me? That's how everyone sees you.
Isn't that the idea?
I tell you, that's the genius of it.
No one realizes they're being fooled
because they're too busy laughing at the fool.
Brilliant!
- Why aren't you in disguise? - I er...
- Come on! There's no time! Go! - OK. OK.
- Computer, disguise! Request acknowledged.
It's the boss. He's coming.
Ivan.
Oh, er...
Ivan, why do you insult me so by making me wait here?
He's in.
The racers are now making their way around the hairpin
and headed downhill toward the casino bridge.
No more bets, please.
Come on, fuzzy dice!
- Number four. Easy four. - Yeah!
Air freshener. Antenna balls.
Spark-a plugs.
This place looks like it's made outta gold!
That's because it is. Now, be careful what you say.
Why is that?
What do you mean, "Don't talk to ya"?
You want me to stop talkin' to ya right now?
You are acting strange today, Ivan.
I have no idea what you're talking about,
"Alexander Hugo, aka Chop Shop Alex. "
You got a lot of aka's, Alex.
But that makes sense, seein's how you's wanted in France, Germany...
Mater, stop it!
OK, OK, keep your voice down!
You gonna make me arrested!
Don't mess with Ivan today. He's in a bad mood.
He's so good!
Victor!
Hey, Victor!
- There you are! - Come in!
Victor Hugo, I'm J Curby Gremlin. From Detroit.
It's good to see you.
Is the big boss here yet?
- No, not yet. - He's supposed to be here any minute.
Here we go.
Guten Tag.
It's just the professor.
Zündapp! When is he coming?
He's already here.
Welcome, everyone.
I wish I could be with you on this very special day,
but my clutch assembly broke.
- You know how it is. - Forget about it.
We know how you feel.
- Descramble that voice. - I'm trying.
Oh, it's too sophisticated.
We are here to celebrate.
Today, all your hard work pays off.
The world turned their backs on cars like us.
They stopped manufacturing us, stopped making our parts.
The only thing they haven't stopped doing is laughing at us.
They've called us terrible names: Jalopy, rust bucket, heap,
clunker, junker, beater, wreck, rattletrap,
lemon.
But their insults just give us strength.
Because today, my friends, that all ends!
There's smoke on the casino bridge!
Oh, no!
It's Carla Veloso, the Brazilian race car!
- What just happened? - I'm working on it.
They laughed at us, but now it's our turn to laugh back.
Another crash! It's number 9, Nigel Gearsley.
Embrace your inner lemon.
Let it drive you.
I'm detecting an extremely strong electromagnetic pulse.
- Finn, it's the camera. - Where?
On the tower!
This was meant to be alternative fuel's greatest moment.
But after today, everyone will race back to gasoline.
And we, the owners of the world's largest untapped oil reserve
will become the most powerful cars in the world!
Get out of the way!
They will come to us, and they will have no choice, because they will need us.
Huh? Whoa!
We figured you might stop by!
And they will finally respect us!
So hold your hoods high!
After today, you will never again be ashamed of who you are!
No!
Long live lemons!
Number 7 is loose! Shu Todoroki!
Finn?
Bumper to bumper as they approach the finish line!
McQueen's the winner! Francesco's second!
They have no idea what happened behind them.
This is impossible!
That's what I'm talking about! Ka-chow!
What happened?
- Where are all the other cars? - What is going on?
Oh, no!
Sir Axlerod, is the final race in London still going to take place?
I suppose that...
The show must go on, as they say.
I can't believe this is really happening!
Quiet!
Will you require all the racers to still run on allinol?
I cannot, in good conscience, continue to risk the lives of any more race cars.
The final race will not be run on allinol.
There you have it, a clearly devastated Sir Miles Axlerod
announcing that he will not require the cars to use allinol for the final race.
A toast!
To the death of allinol and alternative fuel forever!
Mater, abort the mission.
They've got Finn. Get out of there. Get out of there right now.
How is your grandfather?
Long live lemons!
Isn't this a great party, Ivan, huh?
Oh, yeah, it's unbelievable.
You are not leaving, are you?
Uh... of course I ain't leaving.
- McQUEEN ON TV: I'm just in shock... - McQueen?
Crashes are a part of racing, I know,
but something like that should never happen.
But something like that should never happen.
You can choose your fuel for the final race. What it'll be?
Allinol.
After today?
My friend Fillmore says it's safe. That's good enough for me.
I didn't stand by a friend of mine recently.
I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.
So a surprising revelation from Lightning McQueen.
He will use allinol in the final race, despite what occurred today.
...till Lightning McQueen is dead. - Of course.
Allinol must be finished for good.
McQueen cannot win the last race.
Lightning McQueen must be killed!
No!
It's the American spy!
Dad-gum!
Gatling gun. Request acknowledged.
Down! Everybody, down!
- Shoot! I didn't mean... Request acknowledged.
Wait! Wait! I didn't mean that kind of shoot!
Correction acknowledged. Deploying chute.
Whoa!
McQueen!
Whoa! What's this?
Whoa!
McQueen! McQueen!
Waagh!
Let me through! Let me through!
Let me in! I got to get through to warn McQueen!
You cannot-a come through here! Back up.
We have a lunatic at gate 9.
I was disguised as a tow truck to infiltrate this lemonhead meeting
and my weapons system's done misinterperated what I'm saying!
- Lunatic at gate 9. - McQueen! McQueen!
- You are the champion! - This way, signore.
McQueen! - Mater?
McQueen. - Give us a pose!
- McQueen! - Stop moving. Stop!
Where you going?
Stop!
- McQueen! - That really sounded like...
Mater!
- Mater? - Signore?
McQueen! They're gonna kill you!
McQUEEN: Mater!
Excuse me.
No, where are you going?
Scusi. Mater!
- McQueen! - Scusi.
Mater! Mater!
Mater, I'm so glad to see you.
Lightning McQueen! I am a huge fan.
I'm sorry, I thought I heard...
That was me. I said, "You killed out there today. You're the best. "
- What? I mean, thanks. - Right this way, signore.
I really thought I heard my friend.
In England, you'll be finished! At the finish line.
- Wait, what? - The press is waiting.
Come-a with me, please.
Let me go!
You actually care about that race car.
A pity you didn't warn him in time.
"Idiot"? Is that how you see me?
That's how everyone sees you. I tell you, that's the genius of it.
No one realizes they're being fooled
because they're too busy laughing at the fool.
At the fool...
Excuse me!
Domo arigato!
Yeah!
You done good. You got all the leaves.
- Check out that tow truck. - I wonder who that guy's with.
Will you guys excuse me just for one little second?
Now that's a scoop of ice cream!
Aargh!
Somebody get me water! Oh, sweet relief.
Mater!
But I never leak oil. Never.
Get a hold of yourself. You're making a scene!
Wait a minute. I didn't screw you up, did I?
- I lost the race because of you! - Maybe if I talked to somebody...
I don't need your help!
I don't want your help.
Your help...
Bang the gong. Get it on!
McQUEEN: Listen, this isn't Radiator Springs.
This is exactly why I don't bring you along to these things!
Holley! Finn! Where are we?
We're in London, Mater, inside Big Bentley.
Whoa!
Oh, this... This is all my fault.
Don't be a fool, Mater.
But I am, remember? You said so.
When did I... Oh.
Mater, I was complimenting you on what a good spy you are.
I'm not a spy!
I've been trying to tell you that the whole time.
I really am just a tow truck.
Finn, he's not joking.
- I know. - You were right, Finn. I'm a fool.
And what's happened to McQueen is 'cause I'm such a big one.
This is all my fault.
- Good. You're up. - And just in time.
Professor Z wanted you to have a front-row seat,
for the death of Lightning McQueen.
- He's still alive? - Not for much longer.
Whoa!
Huh?
- We came as soon as you called. - I called to talk to Mater.
It never occurred to me he wouldn't be there.
Sheriff is talking to Scotland Yard now.
And Sarge is in touch with his friends in the British military.
You just need to focus on the race.
I know but, Sally with everything going on, I'm not sure...
- Sir Axlerod. - I'm sorry to interrupt.
- It's all right. - I just wanted to personally thank you.
Because after Italy, I was finished, and then you gave me one last shot.
Listen...
I probably shouldn't be saying this, but I hope you win today.
You show the world that they've been wrong about allinol.
Mater would want you to race.
All right. For Mater.
Here he comes.
What happened? - I don't know, Professor.
- What did you do? - I didn't do nothing.
Ssh, I'm talking to the Professor. What's that, Professor?
- You broke it! - Quiet!
- I understand, sir. Yes. - What did he say?
- We go to the back-up plan. - Back-up plan?
We snuck a bomb in McQueen's pit.
The next time he makes a stop, instead of saying "ka-chow"...
he's going to go "ka-boom"!
Don't feel bad, tow truck. You couldn't have saved him.
Oh, wait, you could have!
- Dad-gum lemons! Request acknowledged.
What? You didn't think we'd take your bullets?
That's right! You got nothing!
Who's the lemon now, huh?
Nice try, Mater.
- Dad-gum... Dad-gum... Dad-gum. - Request... Request... Request...
Mater!
I got to get y'all out of there.
There's no time. McQueen needs your help.
But I can't. I'm just a tow truck.
It's up to you. Go to the pits and get everyone out.
- You can do that. - What about you guys?
- We'll be OK. - Go and get some more dents, Mater.
So, we'll be OK? Really?
He wouldn't have left if I'd told him the truth.
Argh!
Being killed by a clock.
Gives a whole new meaning to "Your time has come. "
Time? That's it!
- What are you doing? - Trying to turn back time.
If I can just reverse the polarity.
Good job. Quick thinking, Holley.
What's everybody on the wrong side of the road for?
Oh, no!
Drive! Burn rubber!
We've got to get to the course.
Calculate the fastest way to...
Done.
Oh. Miss Shiftwell.
- They're standard issue now. - You kids get all the good hardware.
Oh, no, that's Mater's.
I knew his escape was too easy.
Come back here! Stop!
- Mater? - Everybody, get out now!
Y'all get out of the pits. What are you guys doing here?
- We're here because of you, Mater. - Is everything OK?
No, everything's not OK. There's a bomb in here.
- Y'all got to get out. Now. - A bomb?
Mater. - Finn! You're OK.
Listen to me. The bomb is on you! They knew you'd try to help McQueen.
When we were knocked out, they planted it in your air filter.
- Uh-oh. - Mater! There you are!
Stop right there! - I've been so worried about you.
Don't come any closer! McQUEEN: Are you OK?
No, I'm not OK! Stay away from me!
McQUEEN: No, wait! Wait!
A tow truck has just raced onto the track, driving backwards!
Mater, wait!
Normally an emergency vehicle on the track means there's been an accident.
- Lightning McQueen is chasing him! - Mater, wait!
Stay back! If you get close to me, you're going to get hurt real bad!
McQUEEN: I know I made you feel that way before, but none of that matters!
We're best friends!
And McQueen seems to be having
a conversation with the tow truck.
I don't know who that truck is, Brent, but tell you what,
he's got to be the world's best backwards driver.
McQueen, you don't get it! I'm the bomb!
Yes, Mater! You are the bomb! That's what I'm trying to say here!
You've always been the bomb and you'll always be the bomb.
- Stay away! - No! Never!
Almost there.
I'm not letting you get away again!
- Got to keep away from McQueen! Request acknowledged.
Oh, my gosh.
What is happening? It's a bad dream!
And Lightning McQueen just blasted away,
hooked to the now rocket-propelled tow truck.
Gargh!
Aagh!
The Professor's on the run!
- Someone's got to get McQueen. - Get McQueen!
- Holley, I'll get Zündapp. Help Mater. - Got it!
What is happening?
Hurry, Professor.
You really think I'm going to let you float away, Professor?
- McQueen, let go! - Never!
- They're coming your way. - Let's go!
Give it up, McMissile.
Mater, stop! - No way! You could get hurt.
Oh, no.
Mater, we've got to get that bomb off you.
Bomb?
Yeah, they strapped it to me to kill you as a back-up plan.
Back-up plan? Mater, who put a bomb on you?
You! Why didn't my death ray kill you?
Death ray?
Turn off the bomb, Zündapp!
Are you all so dense? It's voice-activated.
Everything is voice-activated these days.
Deactivate! Deactivate!
Voice denied.
- Huh! - Oops.
Did I forget to mention that it can only be disarmed
by the one who activated it?
- Say it. - Deactivate.
Voice denied.
I'm not the one who activated it. Would anyone else like to try?
- You read my mind. - He was getting on my nerves.
- What do we do? - It's very simple. You blow up.
I'm going out on a limb here. These are the guys that want me dead, correct?
- It's nothing personal. - Fellers, listen.
I know what you're going through. Everybody's been laughing at me too.
But becoming powerful and rich beyond your wildest dreams
ain't gonna make you feel better.
Yeah, but it's worth a shot.
Pit stop.
Not today, boys.
Retreat!
Thanks for the help, Corporal.
Anything for one of Pop's mates.
What's he saying? What's wrong?
None of his wrenches fit the bolts.
I get it. I get it!
- I know what needs to be done. - Then do it!
What? No. I can't do it.
Nobody takes me seriously.
I know that now. This ain't Radiator Springs.
Yes, it is.
Look, you're yourself in Radiator Springs.
Be yourself here.
And if people aren't taking you seriously,
then they need to change, not you.
I know that because I was wrong before.
Now, you can do this. You're the bomb.
Thanks, buddy.
No, you're the actual bomb. Now, let's go!
Oh, right. Hang on!
Where's he going?
- Computer! Yes, Agent Mater?
I need that thing you done before to get me away from McQueen!
Request acknowledged.
- Mater? - Now I need you to do the chute!
The second kind, not the first!
Deploying chute.
Who's winning the race?
- Back off! Back away! - It's Lightning McQueen!
No, it's OK! Tell 'em, Mater. Explain.
Okay.
Somebody's been sabotaging
the racers and hurtin' the cars, and I know who.
Oh, wait. Your Majesty.
Bomb! It's a bomb!
- Everybody, down! - Back up! Move it!
Get off the stage! Move it!
Hold your fire! He can't disarm it!
Mater, I don't know what you're doing, but stand down now.
This ain't nothing at all like Radiator Springs.
Mater, just cut to the chase.
Okay. It's him.
What? Me? You've got to be crazy.
I figured it out when I realized
y'all attached this ticking time bomb with Whitworth bolts -
the same bolts that hold together that old British engine from the photograph.
- Holley! Show that picture. - OK.
I remembered what they say about old British engines:
If there ain't no oil under 'em, there ain't no oil in 'em.
What is he talking about?
It was you leaking oil at the party in Japan.
You just blamed it on me.
Electric cars don't use oil, you twit.
Then you're fakin' it. You didn't convert to no electric.
If we pop that hood, we'll see that engine from that picture.
This lorry's crazy! He's going to kill us all!
Stay away!
But Sir Axlerod created the race. Why would he want to hurt anyone?
To make allinol look bad so everybody'd go back to using oil.
He said it himself with that disguised voice.
Disguised voice? What are you talking about? You're nuts, you are!
This is going nowhere fast. We really should go, Grandmother.
One moment, I'd like to see where this is going.
Mater, he created allinol.
But what if he found that huge oil field
just as the world was trying to find something else?
What if he came up with allinol just to make alternative fuel look bad?
"What if?" You're basing this on a "what if"?
- Okay, that's it. - Lads, clear out.
Wait! Somebody save me! The lorry's crazy!
- Keep away, you idiot! - Mater!
- Someone do something!
You're insane, you are! Deactivate!
Bomb deactivated. Have a nice day, Sir Axlerod.
- The engine from the photo. - It's a perfect match.
How did the tow truck figure it out?
It's official. You're coming to all my races from now on.
Now you're talkin'!
Hyeeugh!
Mater, let's go. You're on.
Your Majesty, may I present
for the investiture of honorary knighthood of the British Realm...
Tow Mater of Radiator Springs.
Go get 'em, buddy.
I hereby dub thee Sir Tow Mater.
Sir? Shoot, you can just call me Mater, Your Majesty.
I don't wanna hear none of this "sir" business.
By the way, have y'all met each other?
Queen, McQueen. McQueen, Queen.
McQueen, McMissile. McMissile, McQueen. Queen, McMissile.
So there we was, my rocket jets going full blast,
McQueen hanging on for dear life
when suddenly them two nasty lemons come out of nowheres, guns drawed.
We was goners.
But then, out of nowhere this beautiful spy car
swoops in from the sky to save us!
That's a very entertaining story, young man.
Oh, Minny, please. Come on!
None of this happened. Rocket jets, flying spy cars.
No, you're quite right. It does sound a bit far-fetched.
Holley! What are you doin' here?
Hello, Mater! It's so good to see you again.
Finn!
Our satellites picked up an urgent communiqué.
So you got-a my email.
Y'all is going to have a great time!
Everybody, this here's Finn McMissile. He's a secret agent.
Don't tell nobody.
And this is Holley Shiftwell.
- She's... - I'm Mater's girlfriend.
It's so nice to meet you all.
Guido believe you now.
Whoa, honey. You got a nasty dent there.
- Yeah. - Was that from when you swooped in
and you saved them in London?
- Van! - What? I'm just asking!
Don't you worry. My baby Ramone can get that fixed up for you in no time.
Yeah, sure thing. No problemo. Let me go get my tools.
Oh, no. I'm keeping that dent. It's way too valuable.
A valuable dent? She's as crazy as Mater.
Those two are perfect for each other.
There's one thing I still don't get.
The bad guys hit me with the beam from the camera, right?
- So, why didn't I... - Explode in a fiery inferno?
- Yeah. - We couldn't figure that out, either.
Our investigation proved that allinol was actually gasoline
and Axlerod engineered it so when it got hit by the beam, it would explode.
Wait a second, Fillmore. You said my fuel was safe!
If you're implying that I switched that rot-gut excuse for alternative fuel
with my all-natural, sustainable, organic biofuel
just because I never trusted Axlerod, you're dead wrong, man!
It was him!
Once big oil, always big oil, man.
Tree-hugger.
The Radiator Springs Grand Prix is about to begin.
All spectators, clear the starting line.
I can't wait to get rockin'. This is gonna be wicked!
We should do this every year.
Yeah, I just figured we never found out who the world's fastest car is.
Plus, no press, no trophy, just racing.
- The way I like it. - Francesco likes it like this, too.
- Francesco, I'd like you to meet... - Signorina Sally.
It is official.
Lightning McQueen is the luckiest car in the world.
Why, thank you.
Which he will have to be to have a chance against Francesco today!
See you at the finish line, Mc... What is that?
Just something I had made up for the occasion.
Is-a good, McQueen. Very funny.
Was-a funnier when I did it, but it's-a very funny.
What are you going to do next? Are you going to take off your fenders?
Try it. You'll like it.
So, he's not so good-looking.
- Yeah. Nice try. - I'm serious!
That's why I love you, Sally.
- Wish me luck! - You don't need it!
Ooh-hm! That Francesco is fine-looking!
And those open wheels.
Ooh, I'm gonna have to go get myself some coolant.
Go, Lightning!
- Go, Stickers! - Right on, man!
- Go get 'em, tiger! - Bravo, bravo!
- Go, Lightning, go! - Go, McQueen! Whoo-hoo!
Finn? Time to go.
Siddeley's gassed, geared and ready to fly.
- You're leavin' already? - We've got another mission.
Just stopped by here to pick something up.
Somethin' tells me you're not talkin' about souvenir bumper stickers.
Her Majesty asked for you personally, Mater.
- But I told y'all before, I'm not a spy. - We know.
Spy or not, you're still the smartest, most honest chap we've ever met.
- Don't forget massively charming. - Well, thanks.
But as much fun as it was hangin' with y'all, this...
This is home.
That's all right. We understand. But I'll be back.
You still owe me that first date.
If there's ever anything I can do for you, just let me know.
Well, I sure appreciate that. Thank you.
Actually, there is one thing.
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo! I'll be doggone!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Thanks, Mater!
Ha-ha-ha! Whoo!
Impossible!
- Ha-ha! - Mater!
Check it out. They let me keep the rockets.
I'll see you at the finish line, buddy!
Not if I see you first!
Yippee!