(RADlO STATlC)
This is Agent Leland Turbo.
l have a flash transmission for Agent Finn McMissile.
Finn, my cover's been compromised. Everything's gone pear-shaped.
You won't believe what l found out here.
This is bigger than anything we've ever seen, and no one even knows it exists.
Finn, l need backup, but don't call the cavalry, it could blow the operation.
-And be careful. lt's not safe out here. -CAR: Let's go.
Transmitting my grids now. Good luck.
(BEEPlNG)
All right, buddy, we're here.
Right where you paid me to bring you.
Question is, why?
l'm looking for a car.
A car? Ha!
Hey, pal, you can't get any further away from land than out here.
Exactly where l want to be.
l got news for you, buddy. There's nobody out here but us.
(SHlP'S HORN)
SHlP: What are you doing out here?
What does it look like, genius? l'm crabbing.
Well, turn around and go back where you came from.
Yeah, and who's gonna make me?
All right. All right. Don't get your prop in a twist.
What a jerk. Sorry, buddy. Looks like it's the end of the line.
Buddy?
(SHlP'S HORN)
(ENGlNE REVS)
TANNOY: lncoming. All workers report to the loading dock.
Leland Turbo, this is Finn McMissile. l'm at the rally point. Over.
(STATlC)
All right, fellas, you know the drill.
Leland, it's Finn. Please respond. Over.
(STATlC)
Come on, guys. These crates aren't gonna unload themselves.
(GERMAN ACCENT) Too many cars here. Out ofmy way.
Professor Zundapp?
Here it is, Professor. You wanted to see this before we load it?
Ah, yes. Very carefully.
-(SPEAKS GERMAN) -Oh, a TV camera.
-What does it actually do? -This camera is extremely dangerous.
What are you up to now, Professor?
This is valuable equipment. Make sure it is properly secured for the voyage.
-You got it. -Hey, Professor Z.
GREM: This is one of those British spies we told you about.
Yeah! This one we caught sticking his bumper where it didn't belong.
ZUNDAPP: Agent Leland Turbo.
(GASPS)
lt's Finn McMissile!
He's seen the camera! Kill him!
TANNOY: All hands on deck.! All hands on deck.!
Whoa!
Waargh!
(BEEPlNG)
(ENGlNE REVS)
(SQUEALlNG)
What?
Get to the boats!
-He's getting away! -Not for long!
(CHUCKLES)
GREM OVER RADlO: He's dead, Professor.
ZUNDAPP: Wunderbar.!
With Finn McMissile gone, who can stop us now?
Mater -Tow Mater, that's who - is here to help you.
(ENGlNE CHOKlNG)
-Hey, Otis! -Hey, Mater.
l... Oh, gosh. l'm so sorry.
l thought l could make it this time, but...
(ENGlNE FAlLS TO START)
Smooth like pudding, huh?
(SlGHS) Who am l kidding? l'll always be a lemon.
Well, dad-gum, you're leaking oil again. Must be your gaskets.
Hey, but look on the bright side.
This is your tenth tow this month, so it's on the house.
You're the only one that's nice to lemons like me, Mater.
Don't sweat it. Shoot, these things happen to everybody.
-But you never leak oil. -Yeah, but l ain't perfect.
Don't tell nobody, but l think my rust is starting to show through.
Hey. ls Lightning McQueen back yet?
Not yet.
He must be crazy excited about winning his fourth Piston Cup.
Four! Wow!
Yeah, we're so dad-gum proud of him, but l wish he'd hurry up and get back,
'cause we got a whole summer's worth of best friend fun to make up for.
Just me and... (GASPS)
(HORN HONKS)
McQueen!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa! -McQueen!
-Mater! l'm in no hurry! -Hey, everybody. McQueen's back!
-Aaah! -McQueen's back!
-McQueen's back! McQueen's back! -Aaah! Oooh-hoo! Oooh-hah!
McQueen's back!
Oh, Lightning! Welcome home!
-Good to have you back, honey! -Congratulations, man.
Welcome home, soldier.
The place wasn't the same without you, son.
What? Did he go somewhere?
-lt's good to be home, everybody. -(HORN HONKS)
-Mater! -McQueen!
Oooh!
Whoooa!
Hey, how far did you make it this time, Otis?
-Halfway to the county line. -Ooh, not bad, man!
l know! l can't believe it either!
-McQueen! Welcome back! -Mater, it's so good to see you.
You too, buddy.
Oh, man, you ain't going to believe the things l got planned for us!
These best friend greetings get longer every year!
-You ready to have some serious fun? -l've got something to show you first.
MATER: Wow.
l can't believe they renamed the Piston Cup
after our very own Doc Hudson.
l know Doc said these things were just old cups,
but to have someone else win it just didn't feel right, you know?
Doc would've been real proud of you. That's for sure.
All right, pal. l've been waiting all summer for this.
-What you got planned? -Ho-ho-ho! You sure you can handle it?
Do you know who you're talking to? This is Lightning McQueen!
l can handle anything.
Er...Mater?
Just remember, your brakes ain't going to work on these!
-Mater? -Relax.
These train tracks ain't been used in years!
-(TRAlN HORN) -Aaaah!
-Faster, faster. Come on. Here we go!
Faster!
(LAUGHS)
-(MATER CHUCKLES) -Ooh. Wow.
Yeah, l don't know. Do you think?
This is going to be good!
(BLASTS HORN)
-(MATER LAUGHS) -Did you see that?
(GURGLlNG)
MATER: Uh-oh. This ain't going to be good.
Ha-ha! Boy, this was the best day ever!
And my favorite souvenir, this new dent.
-Boy, Mater, today was ah... -Shoot, that was nothing.
Wait till you see what l got planned for tonight!
Mater, Mater, whoa! l was thinking of just a quiet dinner.
That's exactly what l was thinkin'.
-No, l meant with Sally, Mater. -Even better!
You, me and Miss Sally goin' out for supper.
Mater, l meant it would be just me and Sally.
-Oh. -You know, just for tonight.
-Oh... -We'll do whatever you want tomorrow.
OK.
-Thanks for understanding. -Yeah, sure.
-Y'all go on and have fun now. -All right, then.
See you soon, amigo.
(SlGHS)
SALLY: Ah, this is so nice.
l can't tell you how good it is to be here alone,
just the two of us, finally.
-You and me. -MATER: Ahem! Good evening.
-Oh! -My name is Mater,
and l'll be your waiter.
Mater the waiter. That's funny right there.
Mater? You work here?
Yeah, l work here. What'd you think?
l snuck in here when nobody was lookin'
and pretended to be your waiter so l could hang out with you?
Oh, yeah. How ridiculous would that be?
Can l start you two lovebirds off with a couple of drinks?
-Yes. l'll have my usual. -You know what? l'll have that, too.
Uh... Right. Your usual.
(LAUGHTER)
(RATTLlNG)
-Thanks, man. -Grazie, Guido.
-Guido, what's McQueen's usual? -(lN lTALlAN)
How should l know?
-Perfect. Give me two of them. -Quiet! My program's on.
Tonight on the Mel Dorado Show...
His story gripped the world.
Oil billionaire Miles Axlerod,
in an attempt to become the first car to circumnavigate the globe without GPS,
ironically ran out ofgas, and found himself trapped in the wild.
Feared dead, he emerged 36 days later,
running on a fuel he distilled himself from the natural elements.!
Since then, he's sold his oil fortune,
converted himselffrom a gas-guzzler into an electric car
and has devoted his life to finding a renewable, clean-burning fuel.
Now he claims to have done it with his allinol.
And to show the world what his new super fuel can do
he's created a racing competition like no other,
inviting the greatest champions
to battle in the first ever World Grand Prix.
Welcome, Sir Miles Axlerod.
Thank you, Mel. lt is good to be here. Listen to me.
Big oil. lt costs a fortune. Pollution is getting worse.
l mean, it's a fossil fuel. ''Fossil,'' as in dead dinosaurs.
And we all know what happened to them.
Alternative energy is the future. Trust me, Mel.
After seeing allinol in action at the World Grand Prix,
nobody will ever go back to gasoline again.
What happened to the dinosaurs, now?
And on satellite, a World Grand Prix competitor
and one of the fastest cars in the world, Francesco Bernoulli.
lt is an honor, Signore Dorado, for you.
Why not invite Lightning McQueen?
Ofcourse we invited him,
but apparently after his very long racing season
he is taking time off to rest.
The Lightning McQueen would not have a chance against Francesco.
l can go over 300 kilometers an hour.
ln miles, that is like... way faster than McQueen.
Let's go to the phones. Baltimore, Maryland, you're on the air.
-Am l on? Hello? -You're on. Go ahead.
-Hello? -Go ahead.
(LlNE GOES DEAD)
Let's go to Radiator Springs. You're on, caller.
MATER: That ltalian feller you got on there
can't talk that way about Lightning McQueen.
He's the bestest race car in the whole wide world.
-Uh-oh. -lfhe is, how you say,
''the bestest race car,'' then why must he rest? Huh?
MATER: 'Cause he knows what's important.
Every now and then he prefers just to slow down, enjoy life.
Oh! You heard it! Lightning McQueen prefers to be slow!
This is not news to Francesco.
When l want to go to sleep, l watch one of his races.
After two laps, l am out cold.
-(MURMURlNG) -MATER: That ain't what l meant.
McQUEEN: What's going on over there?
FRANCESCO: He is afraid ofFrancesco.
McQUEEN: That's that ltalian formula car.
-His name is... -Francesco Bernoulli.
-No wonder there's a crowd. -Why do you know his name?
And don't say it like that. lt's three syllables, not ten.
What? He's nice to look at. You know, open-wheeled and all.
What's wrong with fenders? l thought you liked my fenders.
-Let me tell you something else. -Mater?
MATER: McQueen could drive circles around you.
Driving in circles is all he can-a do, no?
MATER: No.
l mean, yes. l mean, he could beat you anywhere.
Any time, any track.
Mel, can we move on?
Francesco needs a caller who can provide
a little more intellectual stimulation, like a dump truck.
Ha-ha! That shows what you know. Dump trucks is dumb.
Hey! Whoa!
Yeah, hi. This is Lightning McQueen.
The Lightning McQueen, huh?
l don't appreciate my best friend being insulted like that.
McQueen, that was your best friend? Oh!
This is the difference between you and Francesco.
Francesco knows how good he is.
He does not need to surround himself with tow trucks to prove it.
Those are strong words from a car that is so fragile.
Fragile! He calls Francesco fragile!
Not-a so fast, McQueen!
''Not so fast.'' ls that your new motto?
Motto? (CONTlNUES lN lTALlAN)
This sounds like something that needs to be settled on the race course.
What do you say, Lightning McQueen? We've got room for one more racer.
l would love to, but my crew is off for the season, so...
(LUG NUTS POPPlNG)
Pit stop.
You know what? They just got back.
Deal me in, baby.
-Ka-chow! Yeah. -(CHEERlNG)
l know, l know. l just got back, but we won't be long.
No, don't worry about me. l've got enough to do here.
Mater's going to have a blast, though.
You're bringing Mater, right?
You never bring him to any of your races.
(SLURPS AND GULPS)
(MUFFLED CRlES)
(SLURPS) Ah.
Just let him sit in the pits. Give him a headset.
Come on, it will be the thrill of a lifetime for him.
-Your drink, sir. -Mater.
l didn't taste it!
How'd you like to come and see the world with me?
-You mean it? -Yeah. You got me into this thing.
-You're coming along. -All right!
(ENGlNE REVS)
Ka-chow!
Ha-ha!
(JET ENGlNE ROARS)
(BOTH LAUGH)
Hey!
MATER: Hey, excuse me!
(lN JAPANESE) Domo arigato.!
-Yeah! -(LAUGHS)
(GONG CRASHES)
Guido, look. Ferraris and tires.
-Let's go! -Ho-ho! Look at this.
OK, now, Mater, remember, best behavior.
-You got it, buddy. Hey, what's that? -Mater!
Hey, McQueen! Over here.
-Lewis! -Hey, man.
-Jeff! -Hey, Lightning.
Can you believe this party?
Hey.
You done good. You got all the leaves.
-Check out that tow truck. -Man, l wonder who that guy's with.
Ah... Will you guys excuse me just for one little second?
Ho-ho! Good job!
Mater! Listen, this isn't Radiator Springs.
You're just realizing that?
Oh-ho! That jet lag really done a number on you.
Mater, things are different over here.
Which means maybe you should, you know, act a little different, too.
-Different than what? -Well, just help me out here.
You need help? Shoot! Why didn't you say so?
That's what a tow truck does.
-Yeah, l mean... -Looky there.
lt's Mr. San Francisco. l'll introduce you.
-Mater, no! -Look at me. l'm helping you already.
Hey, Mr. San Francisco, l'd like you to meet...
Ah, Lightning McQueen! Buona sera.
-Nice to meet you, Francesco. -Nice to meet you, too.
You are very good-looking. Not as good as l thought, but good.
Excuse me. Can l get a picture with you?
Anything for McQueen's friend.
Miss Sally is going to flip when she sees this.
-(SlGHS) -She's Lightning McQueen's girlfriend.
-Oooh! -She's a big fan of yours.
Hey, she has-a good taste.
Mater's prone to exaggeration. l wouldn't say she's a ''big fan''.
You're right. She's a huge fan!
She goes on and on about your open wheels.
Mentioning it once doesn't qualify as going on and on.
Francesco is familiar with this reaction to Francesco.
Women respect a car that has-a nothing to hide.
Yeah, er...
-Let us have a toast. -Let's.
l dedicate my win tomorrow to Miss Sally.
Oh. Sorry.
l already dedicated my win tomorrow to her.
So, if we both do it, it's really not so special.
-Besides, l don't have a drink. -l'll go get you one.
Do you mind if l borrow a few bucks for one of them drinks?
-They're free. -Free? Shoot, what am l doing here?
l should probably go keep an eye on him. See you at the race.
Yes, you will see Francesco, but not like this.
You will see him like-a this as he drives away from you.
Ha! That's cute.
You had one of those made up for all the racers?
-No. -(CHUCKLES)
Okay.
-Ciao, McQueen! -He is so getting beat tomorrow!
PA: Ladies and gentlecars, Sir Miles Axlerod.
lt is my absolute honor to introduce to you
the competitors in the first ever World Grand Prix.
From Brazil, Number 8...
(ELECTRONlC WHlZZlNG)
(BLEEPlNG AND BUZZlNG)
-Oh, hello. -Hello.
A Volkswagen Karmann Ghia has no radiator.
That's because it's air-cooled.
Great. l'm Agent Shiftwell. Holley Shiftwell from the Tokyo station.
-l have a message from London. -Not here.
Try the canapes on the mezzanine.
The lab boys analyzed the photo l sent? What did they learn about the camera?
lt appears to be a standard television camera.
They said if you could get closer photos next time that would be great.
This was London's message?
Oh, no. No, sir.
The oil platforms you were on,
turns out they're sitting on the biggest oil reserve in the world.
How did we miss that?
They've scrambled everyone's satellites.
The Americans discovered it just before you did.
They placed an agent on that platform under deep cover.
He was able to get a photo of the car who's running the entire operation.
Great.
Who is it? Has anyone seen the photo yet?
Nope, not yet.
The American is here tonight to pass it to you.
He'll signal you when he's ready.
Good, good.
Oh, no.
-What is it? -Change of plan.
-You're meeting the American. -What? Me?
Those thugs down there were on the oil platform.
lf they see me, the mission is compromised.
No, l'm technical. l'm in diagnostics. l'm... l'm not a field agent.
You are now.
(WHlSTLlNG)
l'll take one of them. Thank you.
Never know which one McQueen will have a hankering for.
Hey. What you got here that's free? How about that pistachio ice cream?
-No, no, wasabi. -Same old same old.
What's up with you? That looks delicious!
Er...little more, please. lt is free, right?
Keep it coming. A little more.
Come on, let's go. lt's free.
You're gettin' there. Scoop, scoop.
There ya go! Now that's a scoop of ice cream!
(lN JAPANESE)
My condolences.
And now our last competitor.
Number 95, Lightning McQueen!
Ka-chow!
Thank you so much for having us, Sir Axlerod.
l really look forward to racing. This is a great opportunity.
Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Lightning.
You and your team bring excellence and professionalism
to this competition.
(SCREAMlNG)
Somebody get me water! Aah!
Oh, sweet relief. Sweet relief.
(MUTTERlNG)
(CHUCKLlNG)
Whatever you do, do not eat the free pistachio ice cream.
lt has turned.
-(VOlCE ECHOES) -Sir Axlerod, l can explain.
-This is Mater. He's... -l know him.
This is the bloke that called in to the television show.
-You're the one l have to thank. -No, thank you.
This trip's been amazin'.
Ah. He's a little excited, isn't he?
-Mater! -But wait, l... Oh, shoot.
-Mater. -Has anyone got a towel?
Mater, get a hold of yourself. You're making a scene!
-But l never leak oil. Never. -Go take care of yourself right now!
Comin' through! Leakin' oil. Where's the bathroom? Thank you.
l gotta go. Oh, er...
Er...
-(SCREAMlNG) -Sorry, ladies.
l'm leakin'. l never leak. l never leak.
l never leak, l never leak, l never leak.
Oh, oh, l never leak. Oooh!
l never leak, l never leak, never...
Wow-wee!
(JAUNTY PlPED MUSlC)
What in the...?
(SPEAKS JAPANESE)
Hey, that tickles!
(SPEAKS JAPANESE)
(GlGGLES)
Waaargh!
Okay, McMissile. l'm here. lt's time for the drop.
(BEEPlNG)
OK, so, the American has activated his tracking beacon.
Roger that. Move in.
Stop! Hey!
(GlGGLES)
(SPEAKS JAPANESE)
(BLEEPlNG)
-Oh, you've got to be joking. -What's the problem?
-He's in the loo. -So, go in.!
-l can't go into the men's loo! -Time is of the essence.
All right.
Oh! Whatever you do, l would not go in there!
Hey! A Gremlin and a Pacer!
No offense to your makes and models,
but you break down harder than my cousin Betsy
after she got left at the altar!
What the...? Whoa. Are you OK?
-l'm fine. -Hey! Tow truck!
We'd like to get to our private business here, if you don't mind.
Oh, yeah, sorry.
Don't let me get in the way of your private business.
Oh, a little advice. When you hear a giggle and see that waterfall,
you best press that green button.
-Thank you. -lt's to adjust the temperature.
-Got it. -And it's in Celsius, not Fahrenheit.
BOTH: Get out of here!
All right, then. And when she starts gigglin', prepare to be squirted.
'Scuse me, ma'am. (BACKFlRES)
Dad-gum pistachio ice cream.
-This cannot be him. -FlNN: ls he American?
Look out, ladies. Mater's fittin' to get funky.
-Extremely. -Then it's him.
-Hello. -Well, hello.
A Volkswagen Karmann Ghia has no radiator.
Well, of course it doesn't. That's 'cause it's air-cooled.
Perfect. Erm...l'm from the Tokyo Station.
'Course, Karmann Ghias weren't the only ones.
Besides the Beetles, you had Type 3 Squarebacks with the Pancake motors.
-Yeah, OK. l get it. -And before both of them
there's the Type 2 buses.
-My buddy Fillmore's one of them. -Listen!
Erm... We should find somewhere more private.
Gee, don't you think that's a little...?
You're right. lmpossible to know which areas here are compromised.
-So, when can l see you again? -Well, let's see.
-Tomorrow l'll be out there at the races. -Got it.
We'll rendezvous then.
-There you are. Where have you been? -What's a ''rendezvous''?
-Er... lt's like a date. -A date?
Mater, what's going on?
What's going on is l got me a date tomorrow.
-(SPEAKS lTALlAN) -Guido don't believe you.
Believe it. My new girlfriend just said so.
Hey, there she is. Hey! Hey, lady!
See you tomorrow!
-(SPEAKS lTALlAN) -Guido still don't believe you.
-l got to admit, you tricked us real good. -And we don't like being tricked.
-(CHUCKLES) -ACER: What's so funny?
Well, l was just wearing a disguise. You guys are stuck looking like that.
Allinol? Thanks, fellas. l hear this stuff is good for you.
So you think.
Allinol by itself is good for you.
(WHlRRlNG)
But after microscopic examination
l have found that it has one small weakness.
When hit with an electromagnetic pulse,
it becomes extremely dangerous.
Smile for the camera.
ls that all you want? l got a whole act.
You were very interested in this camera on the oil platform.
Now, you will witness what it really does.
-Whatever you say, Professor. -You talked up a lot of cars last night.
-Which one's your associate? -Your mother.
Oh, no, l'm sorry, it was your sister. l can't tell them apart these days.
Could l start it now, Professor Z?
ZUNDAPP: Go 50 power.
(WHlRRlNG)
This camera is actually an electromagnetic pulse emitter.
What about her? Did you give it to her?
The allinol is now heating to a boil,
dramatically expanding, causing the engine block to crack under the stress,
forcing oil into the combustion chamber.
How about him? Did you talk to him?
What do l care? l can replace an engine block.
You may be able to, but after full impact of the pulse...
unfortunately... there will be nothing to replace.
ACER: How about him? Does he have it?
That's him. He's the one.
-Roger that, Professor Z. -No!
Yes, sir.
We believe the infiltrator has passed along sensitive information.
l will take care of it before any damage can be done.
The project is still on schedule.
You will find the second agent and kill him.
(WHlRRlNG)
BRENT: Japan, land of the rising sun,
where ancient tradition meets modern technology.
Welcome to the inaugural running of the World Grand Prix.
l'm Brent Mustangburger with racing legends
Darrell Cartrip and David Hobbscap.
There's never been a competition like this before.
First, allinol, making its debut tonight
as the required fuel for all these great champions.
Second, the course itself.
And it's like nothing we've ever seen before.
David, how exactly does this competition work?
All three of these street courses are classic round-the-house racetracks.
This means that the LMP and formula cars
should break out of the gate in spectacular fashion.
Look for Francesco Bernoulli, in particular, to lead early.
And with technical turns throughout, GT and touring cars,
like Spain's Miguel Camino, should make up ground
but l doubt it'll be enough to stop Francesco
from absolutely running away with it.
Whoa now. Hold your horsepower.
You forget the most important factor -
that early dirt track section of the course.
The dirt is supposed to be the equalizer in this race.
BRENT: French rally car Raoul CaRoule
is counting on a big boost through there.
DARRELL: And don't forget Lightning McQueen.
His mentor, the Hudson Hornet,
was one of the greatest dirt track racers ofall time.
ln my opinion, McQueen is the best all-around racer in this competition.
Really, Darrell, you need to clean your windshield.
You're clearly not seeing this for what it is: Francesco's race to lose.
BRENT: lt's time to find out. The racers are locking into the grid.
(ENGlNES REV)
McQUEEN: Speed. l am speed.
(FRANCESCO LAUGHS)
Really? You are speed?
Then Francesco is triple speed.
Francesco is triple speed.
Ho-ho! Francesco likes-a this McQueen.
lt's-a really getting him into the zone.
He is so getting beat today.
(CHATTER FROM PlT CREWS)
-Your suspension sets look good. -Tire pressure is excellent!
-He's got plenty of fuel. -And he's awesome.
(CHANTlNG)
-Why is he in the pits? He's so exposed. -lt's his cover.
One of the best l've seen, too. Look at the detail on that rust.
lt must have cost him a fortune.
-But why hasn't he contacted us yet? -There's probably heat on him.
-Be patient. -Right, of course.
-He'll signal us when he can. -Then we find out who's behind all this.
BRENT: As they head into the palace hairpin, Francesco builds an early lead.
DARRELL: Hang on, boys. Here comes the dirt.
Slipping and sliding, baby.
MATER: McQueen, it's time to make your move!
Get on the outside and show 'im what Doc taught you.
1 0-4, Mater.
DAVlD: Oh, boy.! Francesco's brought to a screeching halt.!
BRENT: Lightning McQueen is the first to take advantage.
Andjust like that, folks, Francesco's lead is left in the dust.
McQUEEN: Nice call, Mater. Keep it up.
DARRELL: Whoo-hoo.!
McQueen looks happier than a roll bar at a demolition derby.!
BRENT: Everyone'sjostling forposition as we hit the asphalt again.
Francesco lost a lot ofmomentum in the dirt.
DAVlD: He's got serious work ahead of him ifhe wants to get back in this race.
BRENT: The racers hit the Rainbow Bridge, with its 360-degree loop.
(ENGlNES REVVlNG)
-ZUNDAPP: lt is time. -Roger that.
DARRELL: Oh.! Miguel Camino has blown an engine.!
BRENT: Very unusual, Darrell. He's been so consistent all year.
-You gotta be kidding me. -What is it?
-The tow truck from the bathroom. -The bathroom?
The one the American agent passed the device to.
-What about him? -He's in the pits!
Not for long.
(BLEEPlNG)
-Hold on. l think l've got something. -What is it?
The Pacer from the party last night.
l'm cross-referencing with the photos from the oil derricks.
Yep. His VlN numbers match.
FlNN: Anyone with him? He won't be alone.
Conducting analysis on the target. He's not the only one here.
Three, five... They're everywhere. And they're all closing in on...
Oh, no! Finn? Finn, where are you?
FlNN: Get him out of the pits. Now.!
Wow! Some of them fellers is really loud!
-HOLLEY: Can you hear me? Over. -What?
Get out of the pit now.! Do you hear me?
Hey. l know you! You're that girl from the party last night.
You wanna do our date now?
Guys, too much chatter. Let's keep this line clear.
BRENT: Smoke from number 10, Clutchgoneski.!
Ha-ha-ha!
HOLLEY: There's no time for messing about.! Get out of the pits.!
ls there going to be cable where you is so l can watch the rest of the race?
-HOLLEY: You're running out of time.! -They're coming. Get him out of there!
l'm trying. Get out now.
l usually like to have a proper detailin' done before l meet a lady friend.
Huh?
-Finn McMissile! But you're dead! -Then this shouldn't hurt.
(BOTH CRY OUT)
(SlREN WAlLS)
Miss Shiftwell?
l've got him in the back alleys east of the garages.
Multiple assailants are closing in quickly.
Keep him moving. l'm on my way.
Hey, new lady friend, you like flowers?
What?
HOLLEY: No! Don't go in anywhere. Just keep moving.
-Stay outside. Got you. -Outside?
BRENT: Whoa.! McQueen suddenly moves to the outside.
(SPEAKS lTALlAN)
DARRELL: l cannot believe what l saw.
That was a bonehead move to open up the inside like that.!
DAVlD: That might have cost McQueen the victory.!
(GLASS SHATTERlNG)
(THEY SPEAK JAPANESE)
This time, l'm going to make sure you stay dead!
HOLLEY: You're doing brilliantly. Nowjust stay focused.
What's that? You want me to head toward that ruckus?
HOLLEY: No.! Don't go down that street.
Ohh!
Hi-yah!
Wow! A live karate demonstration!
Stop it, Mater. Just sign off.
Aaargh!
(GUNSHOT)
DAVlD: And here they come, the two leaders.
Bumper to bumper as they approach the finish line.!
-lt's close.! -BRENT: Francesco's the winner.!
McQueen's number two.
(FlREWORKS WHlZZ AND POP)
That was cool! Can l get your autograph?
(CHATTER lN JAPANESE)
Where'd he go?
HOLLEY: Our rendezvous has been jeopardized. Keep the device safe.
-We'll be in touch. -Dad-gum, did l miss our date?
-Francesco! -Francesco, over here.
What was your strategy today?
Strategia? Francesco needs-a no strategy.
lt's-a very simple.
You start the race, wait for Lightning McQueen to choke, pass him, then win.
Francesco always-a wins. lt's-a boring.
DARRELL: You were in trouble for a while.
That dirt track section had you crawling.
To truly crush one's dream, you must first raise their hopes very high.
-Mater! -Hey, McQueen! What happened?
ls the race over? You won, right?
Why were you yelling at me while l was racing?
Yelling? Oh, you thought... That's funny right there.
No, that's 'cause l seen these two fellers doing
some karate street performance.
lt was nutso. One of 'em even had a flame-thrower.
A flame-thrower? What are you talking about?
-l don't understand. Where were you? -Going to meet my date.
Your date?
She started talkin' to me as a voice in my head, tellin' me where to go.
-What? -Wait a minute.
-l didn't screw ya up, did l? -l lost the race because of you!
Oh. l'm sorry. l didn't mean to.
An imaginary girlfriend? Flame-throwers?
This is exactly why l don't bring you along to these things.
Maybe if l, l don't know,
talk to somebody and explained what happened, l could help.
l don't need your help! l don't want your help!
REPORTER: Hey, there he is!
-McQueen, you had it in the bag! -Yeah! What happened?
l made a mistake.
But l can assure you, it won't happen again.
Look, we know what the problem is and we've taken care ofit.
(REPORTERS CALL OUT)
BRENT: Lightning McQueen loses in the last lap to Francesco Bernoulli
in the first race of the World Grand Prix.
And three - count 'em - three cars flamed out
leaving some to suggest that their fuel, allinol, might be to blame.
Allinol is safe. Alternative fuel is safe.
There is no way my fuel caused these cars to flame out.
The jury may still be out on whether allinol caused these accidents,
but one thing's for sure,
Lightning McQueen blew this race.
BRENT: Team McQueen can't be happy right now.
ANNOUNCER ON PA: Welcome to Tokyo lnternational Airport.
(ALARM WAlLS)
(SPEAKS JAPANESE)
-Come with me, please, sir. -But l'm 'onna miss my plane.
-Right this way. -Ah, doggone it.
This is about my hook, ain't it?
l know l should have checked it, but l can't, really.
Look. lt's attached to me.
Hey, l know you. You're that feller from the karate demonstration.
l never properly introduced myself.
Finn McMissile. British lntelligence.
Tow Mater. Average intelligence.
Who are you with? FBl? ClA?
Let's just say l'm AAA affiliated.
l know some karate.
l don't want to brag or nuttin', but l got me a black fan belt.
-Wanna see some moves l made up? -You're being followed.
This first one, l can reach into a car's hood
pull out his battery, and show it to him before he stalls.
l call it, ''What l accidentally did to my friend Luigi once.''
Hey! Hi-yah-pah!
-Hi-yah! -There he is!
MATER: Hi-hi-tah! Huh!
Look, l probably ought to go. l'm about to miss my flight.
-Don't worry. l've taken care of that. -Whoa!
Hang on!
(GRUNTS)
Whoa-hah-hah!
This is first-class service.
You don't even have to go through the terminal!
(SPEAKS JAPANESE)
Your karate partners is back there.
They look like they tryin' to catch up!
Drive forward. Whatever you do, don't stop!
(TlRES SCREECH)
-Whoa! -Whoa!
Whoa...
ls everything okay back there?
Finn, it's Sid. l'm on approach.
FlNN: Roger that.
'Member that whole thing about me not stoppin' no matter what?
l knew l shoulda done carry-on!
Thanks, old boy.
-You got it, mate. -MATER: Hey, doggonit!
Look, it's my imaginary girlfriend!
Come on! Get in here!
l tell you what, you really do want this first date, don't ya?
That's a no-quit attitude right there.
-(GUNFlRE) -What the...?
-Aargh! -FlNN: Hold on, Sid.
Aargh!
(MUFFLED CRY)
Come on, Finn! lt's now or never!
Hold on!
MATER: By the time you read this, l will be safely on an airplane flying home.
l'm so sorry for what l did.
McQUEEN: ''l don't want to be the cause of you losing any more races.
''l want you to go prove to the world what l already know.
''That you are the greatest race car in the whole wide world.
''Your best friend, Mater.''
-l didn't really want him to leave. -(SOBS)
Wait, there's more here.
''PS. Please tell the hotel
''l didn't mean to order that movie.
''l thought it was just a preview and l didn't realize l was paying for it.
''PPS. That's funny right there. PP.''
There are a few more pages of PS's here.
Well, at least l know if he's at home, he'll be safe.
FlNN: That's how l like to start the day.
You never feel more alive than when you're almost dead.
Yeah. l hope that device didn't fall off.
Whoa!
That's the closest l ever been to missin' my flight.
That was... Oh!
-Still in one piece? Great. -MATER: l've got to go to a doctor.
l get these sharp pains in my undercarriage.
-Downloading the photo now. -Let me introduce you two.
This here is Finn McSomethin' or other.
He's a first-class VlP airport whatchamacallit.
And, Finn, this here is my date.
l never did get your name.
Oh, yes, sorry. lt's Shiftwell. Holley Shiftwell.
lt's Shiftwell. Holley...
Finally. Time to see who's behind all this.
What is this?
That's one of the worst engines ever made.
lt's an old aluminum V8 with a Lucas electrical system and Whitworth bolts.
Shoot, them Whitworth bolts is a pain, tell you what.
Them ain't metric, they ain't inches.
Yes, OK, but whose engine is this?
lt's kinda hard to tell from this picture, ain't it?
-But you took it. -Holley.
Oh. Right! Yes, of course.
A good agent gets what he can, then gets out before he's killed.
Agent? You mean, like, insurance agent? Like...
(SlNGlNG) Like a good neighbor, Mater is there.!
Wait! You mean secret agents! You guys is spies!
ln how many makes and models did this type of engine appear?
lt was standard in seven models over a 1 2-year period.
At least 35,000 cars were made with this engine.
-You're purty. -Yes, thank you.
-And so nice. -Just pay attention.
FlNN: This seems like a dead end.
lf there was something in the photo that could narrow this down, l'd be happier.
You might not be happy, but l bet this feller is.
See how he's had most of his parts replaced?
And see all them boxes over there?
Them's all original parts. They ain't easy to come by.
-Rare parts? -That's something we can track.
Exactly.
Well done, Mater. l would never have seen that.
l know of a black-market parts dealer in Paris, a treacherous lowlife,
but he's the only car in the world who can tell us whose engine this is.
What would you say to setting up an informal task force on this one?
Wait. What?
You obviously have experience in the field.
Yeah, l live right next to one.
l don't know.
l ain't exactly been much help to anybody recently.
You're helping me. Please, Mater.
Well... Okay.
But you know l'm just a tow truck, right?
Right. And l'm just in the import-export business.
-Siddeley? -Yes, Finn?
Paris. Tout de suite.
Yeah, two of them sweets for me, too, Sid.
l always wanted to be a spy.
Really? Me, too.
-Afterburners, sir? -ls there any other way?
(TOOTlNG AND SHOUTlNG)
Ha ha ha!
FlNN: Once we're inside, stay close.
Don't bother checking VlN numbers. They're all dodgy here.
Got it.
Don't talk to anyone, don't look at anyone,
and absolutely, positively no idling. Are we clear?
Yes. No idling. Yes, sir.
-Mater? -Yeah, Finn?
-We're not here to go shopping. -Shoppin'? What do you mean?
Why would l...
Dad-gum.
-Part for sales, monsieur. -Monsieur, part for sale.
They got everything here. No!
Look at them hoods! l could use a hood.
Sorry, fellers. l gotta go!
Wow. Whoa. He-he!
Do what?
Excuse me. What are you selling?
Headlights, monsieur, headlights?
-What in the...? -Two for one.
-l give you good price! -l'm good!
(CARS SPEAKlNG lN FRENCH)
-FlNN: There you are. -There is some great bargains here.
-Mater, get back! -lmbecile.!
Hey, wait for me!
(GASPS)
Ahhhhhh!
Ag-g-g-h!
-Have you lost your mind? -But l thought...
This chap needs a tow. Hook him up.
Sure thing.
You rusty piece of junk! Get your dirty hook off me!
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Electroshock! Are you kidding me?
This is her first field assignment. She didn't know you were my informant.
-lnformant? -A rookie, huh?
l never liked new car smell.
Tomber was doing 20-to-life in a Moroccan impound
the first time l saved him, if l recall correctly.
Speaking of recalls, you're getting up there in mileage, aren't you?
All right, we get it. You both know each other, you're both old.
So, here you go, informant. lnform us.
Beuck! That is the worst motor ever made.
Wait. That oil filter. Those wheel bearings.
Do those parts look familiar, Tomber?
They should. l sold them.
-HOLLEY: To whom? -No idea.
He's my best customer, but he always does his business over the phone.
l was always wondering why he needs so many parts.
Now l know.
A lemon needs parts. Ain't nothin' truer than that.
-Lemon? -Yeah. Cars that don't ever work right.
Lemons is a tow truck's bread and butter.
Like 'em Gremlins and Pacers we run into at the party
and the race and the airport.
Pull up the pictures from the oil platform.
l want to know what other type of cars were out there.
Right. Let's see. There were Hugos and Trunkovs.
Are these cars considered lemons?
ls the Popemobile Catholic?
Everyone involved in this plot is one of history's biggest loser cars.
And they're all taking their orders from the car behind this engine.
-Ah. This explains it. -What, Tomber?
Gremlin, Pacer, Hugo and Trunkov never get together,
but they are having a secret meeting in two days.
-Where's this meeting taking place? -Porto Corsa, ltaly.
That's where the next race is!
There's a good chance our mystery engine will be there, too.
Your chances are more than good.
l just sent him a new clutch assembly yesterday. To Porto Corsa.
Contact Stevenson and have him meet us at Gare de Lyon.
Good work.
MATER: That three-wheeled feller had to be right about a big meetin'.
You never see this many lemons in one town.
'Less there's a swap meet.
How'd you get all them pictures?
l reprogrammed Porto Corsa's red light cameras to do recognition scans.
Wow. Not only is you the purtiest car l ever met, but you're the smartest, too.
Thank you...l think.
MATER: That's a familiar sight. A Hugo being towed.
But he looks absolutely perfect!
Of course! They must be the heads of the lemon families.
Makes sense. lf l was rich and broke down every day,
l'd hire me to tow me around all the time, too!
We've got to infiltrate that meeting to find out who's behind all this.
-Hang on a minute. Hold still. -Ow!
Ah-ha. Good job, Miss Shiftwell.
Thank you, Finn.
Boy, l sure wish my friends could see me now.
LUlGl: Guido, your eyes do not deceive you.
We are in ltaly. We are home.
Hey, Luigi. Which way to the hotel, man?
What? No friend of mine will stay in a hotel in-a my village.
You will stay with my... Uncle Topolino-o-o-o!
Luigi! Guido! (SPEAKS lTALlAN)
How do they do it?
These are the same ingredients as back home, but it tastes so good.
-lt's organic, man. -Treehugger.
TOPOLlNO: Hey, race car.
You look so down, so low.
ls like you have flat tires.
(SPEAKS lTALlAN)
She said you look like you are starving,
that she's gonna make you a big meal and fatten you up.
Oh, no.
Mama Topolino, please, you don't need to make a fuss.
Capisco. l understand.
ls a problem, yes, between you and a friend?
How did you know that?
A wise car hears one word and understands two.
That, and Luigi told me.
While Mama cooks, come and take a stroll with me.
l brought my friend Mater along on the trip
and l told him he needed to act different,
that we weren't in Radiator Springs.
This Mater is a close friend?
He's my best friend.
Then why would you ask him to be someone else?
What did l do?
l said some things during our fight.
You know, back when Guido and Luigi used to work for me,
they would fight over everything.
They fight over what Ferrari was the best Ferrari,
which one of them looked more like a Ferrari.
There were even some non-Ferrari fights.
So l tell them, ''Va bene, it's OK to fight.
''Everybody fights now and then, especially best friends.
''But you got to make up fast.
''No fight more important than friendship.''
(SPEAKS lTALlAN)
-What does that mean? -Whoever find a friend, find a treasure.
Now, mangia. Eat!
(THEY ARGUE lN lTALlAN)
Finn, one hour to Porto Corsa.
Thank you, Stevenson.
-That should just about do it. -Perfect.
So, Mater, it's voice-activated.
But everything's voice-activated these days.
What? l thought you was supposed to be makin' me a disguise.
COMPUTER: Voice recognized. Disguise program initiated.
Cool!
Computer, make me a German truck.
-Request acknowledged. -Check it out! l'm wearing Materhosen.
Make me a monster truck!
-Request acknowledged. -What the...?
l vant to siphon your gas!
-Now make me a taco truck! -Request acknowledged.
(HORN PLAYS LA CUCARACHA)
-A funny car! -Request acknowledged.
The idea is to keep a low profile, Mater.
So l just go in, pretend to be this truck.
-And leave the rest to us. -Now, hold still.
l have to do the final fitting on your disguise.
That's no good. Hm.
Hey. What are you doin'?
The disguise won't calibrate effectively without a smooth surface to graft onto.
For a second there, l thought you was tryin' to fix my dents.
-Yes, l was. -Then, no, thank you.
l don't get them dents buffed, pulled, filled or painted by nobody.
-They way too valuable. -Your dents are valuable? Really?
l come by each one of 'em with my best friend, Lightning McQueen.
l don't fix these. l wanna remember these dents forever.
So, you were being serious in Paris? McQueen isn't just part of your cover.
Friendships can be dangerous in our line of work, Mater.
But my line of work is towin' and salvage.
Right. And Miss Shiftwell's is designing iPhone apps.
-No, l meant for real. -lt's OK. l'll work around the dent.
-Oh... -ln the meantime...
..you look a little light on weapons.
BRENT: You are looking live at beautiful
Porto Corsa, ltaly, on the ltalian Riviera.