[# The Beach Boys: Getcha Back]
[Car horn beeps]
...little car takes first... and third place!
[Announcer] A lot of Herbie fans here today wearing Herbie's colors.
[Horn beeping]
[Engine sputtering]
- [Ball clattering] - [Glass breaking]
[Gasps, gulps]
[Humming]
[Sighing]
- What the heck happened to you? - I'm sorry, Crazy Dave.
I had a few problems getting this critter on the truck.
[Chuckles] Please. I've blown bigger things out my nose.
Prettier too.
[Backfires]
[Coughing]
What was that?!
I wouldn't insult him if I was you. He's sensitive.
- He's a car. - Yeah, I know.
It's that he's proud. That's all I'm saying.
The shed I got him out of was just full of these old trophies.
I think he used to be a racecar.
A racecar? [chuckles]
Yeah. You know, I bet it took first place at the Ugly-anapolis 500.
Oh! Oh! Oh, ow! What did...?
It wasn't the car! All right.
Just be calm. I don't have to take this.
This is just a car... an inanimate object.
[Fluid gurgling]
Oh...
Are you kidding?
It just leaked all over my shoe!
Just get this thing off my truck!
You are so in the crusher. Push!
[Dave grunting]
[Engine starts]
[Shouting]
[Dave] Come on!
[Grunting]
Come on!
[Engine accelerates]
Ahh! Whoa!
Whoa! [hollering]
[Dave] Oh!
[Sputtering]
- [Air hissing] - [Dave] Oh...
[grumbling]
I'm... just gonna...
- I got to go! - Hey! Hey, you...
- All right. Listen up, car. - [Herbie whimpers]
No one makes a fool out of Crazy Dave.
No one.
Consider yourself crushed!
[Sighing]
[# Caleigh Peters: Fun, Fun, Fun]
[Cheering]
[Man on PA] Marie Peters.
Derek Parker.
Gregory Petell.
Chad Peterson.
- Margaret Peyton. - Yeah!
Congratulations.
I've seen some photo finishes in my time.
That was cutting it close.
[Laughing] OK, Dad.
Getting dizzy. Oxygen deprived.
Your mom would be so proud.
You're the first Peyton to graduate college.
One where you don't have to keep a toolbox at the end.
- Where's Ray? - Running some laps.
We got a qualifying race. He's working on some problems.
Like not crashing?
Mag-Wheels!
Check out what mom and dad got me for graduation.
Oh, great. Rub it in.
[Father] 4.2 V-8, right?
V-8, what? I don't know, but it's adorable!
Promise you'll look after Maggie in New York.
- We'll be roommates for 15 minutes. - An assistant producer job at ESPN.
You'll be in front of the camera in a heartbeat.
Have a great time in Paris.
Bye. Be back in a month. I'll spring you from Riverside.
We'll cruise to the Big Apple and start our new lives. Au revoir!
I promised your brother we'd meet him at the track. We got to go.
Do I even get a graduation lunch?
Well, this isn't quite what I had in mind, but...
Hey, I sprung for the churros.
Dad, is Sally still sponsoring you?
One of the proud, the few.
[Sally] Hey, guys!
- Congrats on the ESPN job! - Thank you.
I thought Maggie might swing some free publicity over there.
Only publicity Team Peyton needs is to win a race.
We're turning this thing around. I know it. Believe me.
Aw, come on, Ray. What are you doing?
- Ray, what...? - [Crashing]
[Grunting]
Ow.
[Grunts]
Ray, you were just pushing the right front.
Was that what it is? Did you learn that in college? Thanks!
- At least he loses with style. - He's sure had enough practice.
[Ray] I can't believe Trip Murphy won Daytona.
He's a loser. A well-paid loser.
Hey, Ray, the guy's a great racer.
Say what you want about him. He has excellent focus.
[Whispers] Focus.
[Chuckling]
You drove past that tree on purpose.
- No. We're taking a shortcut. - You were gonna chop it down.
We tried to knock it down by crashing a car into it...
Oh, wait! That was you!
Oh, right. I'm not the one who crashes into walls, am I?
Don't let him get to you. The important thing
is when you see that tree and this town in your rearview mirror,
you know you're on your way to a better life. Right?
- Right. - All right.
[Sighs]
Now you, Gramps, had style.
[Footsteps]
He sure did.
Listen.
I'm sorry I didn't really pull out all the stops for graduation.
It's OK. You know,
that was always Mom's department.
It's been ten years. I should have more of a clue.
I didn't know the team was doing so badly.
Maggie, it's a bad streak. We'll pull out of it.
But I do think it's time we find room for you up on that wall.
That ought to do it justice.
- Night, Dad. - Night, baby.
Tomorrow morning, getting you a graduation present.
It's OK. I really don't need anything.
I want to. First thing, bright and early, you and me.
- You get to pick it out. - OK.
- Good night. - Good night.
Dad, uh, what are we doing here?
Buying you a car.
I appreciate the gesture, but I'm only here a month.
You don't want me chauffeuring you around for a month.
Happy graduation, Magpie.
[Father] Hey, Dave!
Wow. A stock car.
[Door opens]
[Murmurs]
One lap to go. Maggie Peyton is about to make NASCAR history.
She's going! She's going!
She's done it! Unbelievable!
She's the first female driver to take the Nextel Cup! Wow!
Hey, Maggie! You find anything yet?
- Not yet, Dad! Still looking! - OK, honey.
[Purring]
[Engine grinding]
[Squeaks]
- [Father] What do you think, hon? - Nothing calls out to me.
- [Herbie whines] - Now, trust me.
There's a certified pre-owned champion out there
waiting to be discovered.
A car with the guts, the character, the heart of a thoroughbred.
[Whimpering]
[Car horn beeping]
[Beeping]
Dad! It's perfect!
OK, just think, if this horn hadn't gone off,
I wouldn't have found this Nissan!
[Sighing]
Hey, Maggie. What about this guy?
These are great. Take care of the engine, they run forever.
- Doesn't really need anything. - It's cute.
But, Dad...
- [whimpering] - How much for the Nissan?
Good eye. Good eye.
We've had a lot of interest in that car this week. But, um...
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
Since you are the first customer today,
I think I can cut you a deal.
- Hmm. - [Sighs]
I'll give you 50 for the Bug.
Sorry, no can do. See...
I always felt there was something special about that car.
I wouldn't sell in a million years.
- Seventy-five. - Oh, sold!
I'll make out the papers.
At least we know the horn works.
[Purring]
OK, Mags. Tires are good.
Gas is good. Brakes are good.
Look at that. The speedometer goes up to 200 miles an hour.
[Laughs] Somebody's got a sense of humor.
All right, now. Come over to the garage later.
Have Augie take a look at it.
Thank you, Dad.
"Please take care of Herbie.
Whatever your problem, he'll help you find the answer. "
[Scoffs] Great. A fortune cookie on wheels.
OK, let's start slow.
[Engine starts]
[Screaming]
What are you doing?! Stop!
[Maggie hollering]
This isn't funny anymore!
Come on, car! You're a car! I drive!
What is going on?
Oh, my God! No!
[Screaming]
[Metal clattering]
- Oh, God... - Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry. Let me help you.
Are you OK?
- Maggie? - Kevin?
God, you look great.
I mean, it's great to see you.
What are you... I haven't seen you since high school.
- What are you doing here? - Oh, I just got this car.
My dad wanted to get me something for graduation.
[Sputters]
Didn't you used to drive cars with a little bit more, uh... muscle?
This car is not for racing. It's for regular driving.
- For show. - Yeah.
[Sputters]
Oh, man.
You know what? It's not worth it. I'm gonna take it back to Crazy Dave.
- Good to see you, Kevin. - Yeah, good to see you.
Hey, Mags. I could fix it for you.
Oh, no, that's OK.
No. That's what I do. Kevin's Custom Car Shop.
- Nothing too fancy. - No. Just the basics.
We'll take him for a test drive, see what we got to work with.
- Sorry for almost running you over. - Don't do that again.
- [Backfiring] - [Kevin] Whoa! Whoa!
OK. All right. Easy, Mags.
- Smooth ride. - Sorry.
Do you know where we could get some new shocks?
Uh... There's a car show at the Fairplex.
We could borrow parts from the Hernandez brothers.
Yeah, I'm not really up for that whole scene.
What? You used to tear it up there.
Well, I mean, that was then.
Besides, this bucket of bolts couldn't make it down there.
- [Kevin] Whoa! - [Screaming]
[Kevin whoops, laughs]
That's the Maggie I know!
What are you talking about? I'm not doing this!
What'd you say?
OK, Mags!
- [Herbie rattles, sputters] - Oh, my God.
[Backfire]
It has more horsepower than I expected.
Are you kidding me? He just took off.
- He? - Herbie!
OK, the car's name is Herbie?
It wasn't my first choice. Name came with the car.
Let's strip it down, get rid of old parts.
- Maybe there's something to salvage. - Works for me.
Go easy, Mags... Herbie.
[Kevin] What are you doing?
- Steering wheel's jammed. - Left.
I can't turn it! It's jammed!
[Kevin] OK!
OK! Easy!
Great. I'm being carjacked by my own car!
[Backfiring]
OK. Watch the people. Easy, easy.
Oh! That's the e-brake.
That should be connected to something.
Oh, good. They have valet parking.
Oh, man!
[Kevin coughing] Sorry.
What are you doing? You didn't want to come.
I didn't! It was Herbie!
That's funny, Mags.
"It was Herbie. "
- Hey. Where are you going? - What?
- I'm so sorry. - [Kevin] Her bad.
[Alarm] Step away from the vehicle.
[Man] Maggie!
- What's up? - What's up? How are you?
[Kevin] Pablo, Pancho. Hey, what's up, guys?
- Hey! - Hello!
- You look good! - Yeah, what happened?
Thanks, guys. Great to see you too.
Hey, is that your car?
No. No.
No, no. I don't know whose that is.
Good thing, 'cause that thing is ugly!
[Sighs]
[Rock music playing]
[Man] Hey, Trip!
[Cheering]
[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
Nextel Cup Series champion, Trip Murphy!
I hope you don't mind I crashed your party.
[Laughter]
When I'm in the middle of a race,
swapping paint with Dale Earnhardt, Jr. And Jeff Gordon,
you know what keeps me going?
It's you guys.
- [Cheering] - My fans.
And now, I'm going to give you that same experience
in your very own living rooms.
Crash? What have you got for me?
Oh, wow. You guys are in for a real treat.
It's my new video game.
"Trip Murphy: Undefeated. "
[Rock music resumes]
All right.
You got a Sports Illustrated shoot in an hour.
No sweat. I'll do two laps. Keep the Sharpies handy.
And when women give you their numbers, get photos.
I don't want a replay of Phoenix.
- I do enough charity work already. - OK.
Can I get your autograph?
Trip! Sign my head.
Yeah. Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Yes! Trip Murphy signed my head!
- Where are you going? - Anywhere but here.
I'm not gonna be embarrassed again.
What about the car?
Crazy Dave can keep his cash. I'll stick with my board.
You can't just leave it here.
Hello? Look around. Somebody will take it.
[Sputtering, horn beeping]
[Beeping continues]
[Beeping stops]
What is with this car? Like it's trying to embarrass me...
Look at this.
Some guy named Maxx left these in the trunk...
You look great.
You got a tiny little spot on your shirt. What happened?
- You're gonna change into those? - Stand guard. No peeking.
Don't flatter yourself. "No peeking. "
Oh. Hey.
- Oh, good. It fits. All zipped up. - Let's go.
- Wait. Where are the keys? - Uh, they're in the...
Oh!
Oh, whoa. Take it easy, guy. All you gotta do is ask.
I'd wear a helmet too if my ride looked like that.
[Squeaks]
[Kevin] Oops.
- Come on. Let's get out of here. - Good idea, loser.
Get this car back to the circus before Bozo puts out an APB.
[Sighs]
Ha-ha. Good stuff.
[Engine starts]
Oh, my God!
[Kevin] OK. OK, OK!
What are you...? Take it easy.
[Maggie] Oh...
- [metal scraping] - [Man] Oh!
Ohhh! Oh, dude!
- What did you do? - I swear to God, I did not do that!
OK, try telling that to him.
Race! Race! Race! Race!
Trip! You gonna take that?
[Crowd] Race, race, race!
I can't race. Get out there and tell them I'm sorry!
I love that I have to do this. Sure.
'Cause Trip and I have such a good rapport.
[Chanting] Race! Race! Race!
What have I got to lose? It's a Bug.
[Maggie gasps]
Open.
Oh, my God! Kevin! Kevin! Help me!
Kevin! Kevin!
Mags! What are you doing?
Kevin!
[Cheering]
What is going on? I don't want to race!
Kevin! Kevin!
[Chanting] Race, race, race, race!
[Beeping]
[Herbie blows raspberry]
What are you trying to do, you crazy little car?
[Engine revving]
[# Steppenwolf: Born To Be Wild]
[Screaming]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
OK. So that's how you want to do it?
[Shrieks]
[Crowd cheering]
[Sputtering, backfiring]
[Crowd cheering]
[Herbie backfires]
I thought you said you hadn't been racing.
- That was unbelievable! - I know. Unbelievable.
Hey, Trip. What do you say?
[Glass shattering]
Get that camera out of my face!
Did you see me come off that guardrail?
I saw... I don't know how you did that.
All right. This is gonna sound strange, but it wasn't me.
I think it was Herbie.
Herbie is a car.
You always said they had personalities.
Yeah, personalities. They're not possessed.
I can't explain it, but when Trip blocked me on that final turn,
I wished I was on my skateboard so I could rail-slide past.
Then Herbie did it. It was like we were connected.
That makes perfect sense. Cuckoo!
What are you doing?
Checking to make sure exhaust fumes haven't gone back inside the car.
Kevin, I beat the reigning NASCAR champion in a '63 Bug!
- How else do you explain that? - How about,
you're an amazing racer and proved it?
Why are you afraid to admit that?
You beat Trip Murphy, on your own, with this... hunk of junk.
Ow!
Hey. Admit it.
It felt great to be behind the wheel again.
Yeah. It did.
That's what I thought.
[Engine starts]
[Father conversing, indistinct]
The family's been in racing for 40 years.
I won't let guys in suits tell me what to do.
- These guys pay our bills. - What do they know about racing?
They know not to back a losing team!
- Another sponsor bite the dust? - They come, they go.
That's business. You got in late last night.
Let me direct you to the date of birth on my license.
Let me direct you to the address on that license.
My house, my rules.
[Big band jazz plays]
- Hey, guys! - Hey, Sally.
Hey, Sal. Don't tell me you're pulling out too.
No. I'm making your day.
You're gonna love this.
Taking the sports world by storm.
Here it is again. Our exclusive footage of Trip Murphy
just getting scorched in an impromptu street race.
And get this:
The competition was a 1963 Volkswagen Beetle.
That's right, folks. A '63 Bug.
I'll be back. Dad!
What did I do?
I sense you're looking for an explanation.
You promised, no more street racing.
Listen to me. I almost lost you once.
- I'm not gonna let that happen again. - At least let me explain first.
OK, go ahead. I'm all ears.
I ran into Kevin.
Kevin? You aren't in town 24 hours,
and goofy Kevin talks you into street racing again.
Maggie. Do you think I busted my butt
to put you through school
so you could get back behind the wheel of a racecar?
- Dad, I wasn't even driving. - Who was?
It was Kevin's friend, Maxx, who was driving.
They wanted to challenge Trip,
so I let them borrow the car, and it was a one-shot deal.
Promise?
I mean, yeah. Yeah.
Sorry.
I'm sorry too.
Whoever this Maxx guy is, must be pretty good
if he beat Trip Murphy in a little thing like that.
Not bad.
[Herbie squeaking]
[# Ingram Hill: More Than A Feeling]
Life's a Trip. Then you drive.
- [Director] Cut. - I nailed that one.
I agree. I'd love to try one more.
- It doesn't get much better than that. - OK. Moving on!
- Can I talk to you? - What is it?
The sponsors are all over me,
and the ESPN special is down the drain
because you banished the film crew.
- [Trip] I won't talk about yesterday. - I'm not. I'm talking about tomorrow.
This is your future. Those people paid for it,
- so get your head in the game... - I can't deal with this, Larry!
Good hustle, everybody. Good hustle.
It doesn't make any sense. How could that thing beat me?
Nobody cares about a stupid street race.
I care. I'm a Nextel Cup Series champion
who got beat by a Volkswagen Bug.
Yes. You're a champion on the track, where it counts.
This is nothing! The reporters get some laughs out of it.
By Thursday, everybody will forget it happened.
I've been up all night going over this race.
I outclassed him on every front.
- I want a rematch. - Aw, jeez. Trip, no.
It's me, your brother. Forget it.
A two-day racing event where I beat all comers
and then destroy that little Bug.
I want posters at every garage, body shop and auto parts store,
and full-page ads in the local rags.
How do you know this Maxx guy would show up?
Maxx is a racer. He'll show.
[Muttering]
I'm gonna exterminate this Bug.
[Engine revving]
Hey.
Where you been? Look at this. I want to show you something. Huh?
2180 engine. Dual Weber carburetors.
Front, rear swing axles. Pretty sweet, huh?
Yeah, they're, um... Wow.
You really put a lot of thought into this.
There's potential in this car. We can turn him into a champion.
It'll take work, but, uh, there's a race in Lancaster in a few weeks.
Whoa. Hold on a second. The other day was great.
I don't know how it happened, but it was a fluke.
You loved being back behind the wheel.
Yeah, I did, but now I'm moving to New York
and I'm starting a new life and...
How are you gonna move to New York,
a city where you take a subway to work?
Listen, I told my dad no more racing,
and I ended up lying to him.
The last time that happened, I ended up in the hospital.
Note the vicious Afterschool Special cycle I'm trying to break here.
- I need cash for my apartment. - Those are the classifieds.
Listen, Kev, I'm really sorry.
I know, I know.
What about Herbie?
I guess I'll drop off the keys and the number to an exorcist.
- [Maggie shrieks] - What?
Maggie, what happened? Are you all right?
I know what you're thinking.
It's one race, Mags.
One race, ten grand. That's a lot of cash.
OK. We'll split it.
You got rent money to pay. I got this dump to fix up.
Everybody wins. What do you say?
Maxx?
[# Pilot: Magic]
Come on, Herbie.
[Kevin] Hey!
- Sorry. - It's all right.
Yeah!
[Screaming]
[Whimpering]
[Screaming]
[Computer beeping]
I have been over every inch of this model ten times.
I've run all the tests.
There's no way an ordinary VW engine like this could have smoked yours.
There's nothing ordinary about this Bug.
I don't know what it's got under its hood,
but I intend to find out.
[Father, Sally conversing]
[Father] Those guys always use you
to get me to do something.
[Continues, indistinct]
You can't let them drop us. It'll break Ray's heart.
No. It's gonna break your heart.
When are you gonna open your eyes?
Ray Junior is not cut out for racing.
[Sally] I have held out as long as I can.
Bass Pro is dropping you. I'm sorry.
Wait a minute, Sally. Wait, please.
Tell them to hold on until the Speedway races.
If Ray doesn't place, I'm out. I close up shop.
I'll sell motor oil. I'll do something.
How long you been standing here?
Long enough.
I sure am glad you're not part of this.
At least I did something right.
[People chattering]
Why do I feel like we just got sentenced to five to ten?
I'm gonna go sign us in.
Maggie Peyton.
Haven't seen you in a long time. Who you here for?
- "In-the-way Ray"? - Actually, I'm sponsoring Maxx.
So, do you like the makeover?
You can take the car out of the junkyard, Maggie,
but you can't take the junkyard out of the car.
- How do you know this Maxx? - Um, we go way back.
I'd like to meet him. Can you arrange a face-to-face?
He's meditating. Getting in the zone.
Sure. Pressure's getting to him?
- He's not worried. He beat you once. - Beginner's luck.
You tell that to yourself at night in your Trip Murphy pajamas?
Look,
you tell Maxx I'm really looking forward to the rematch.
Oh, hey. Sorry, big fella.
I'm so sick of all this Trip Murphy cra...
Geez.
Hey. See you later, Trip.
[Sighs] I don't know if I can do this.
Time to suit up, Maxx.
[# Aly & A. J: Walking On Sunshine]
[Track announcer] Race fans, please welcome our own Trip Murphy.
[Cheering]
We've got 200 names up there.
By the end of the day, there will be only one.
- [Crowd] Yeah! - And that driver will face me,
and have a chance to win $10,000.
Let's race.
[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
today's winner goes up against Trip Murphy tomorrow!
Herbie!
Vroom, vroom! Let me hear you say "Hey, yo!"
What a day. The real wild card here
is the enigmatic racer known only as Maxx.
Questions abound. Who is Maxx?
Where did he come from? What's with the helmet?
Gotcha, Maxx.
I've signed so many autographs, my hand is numb.
Guess who wants an interview.
[# Lionel Richie: Hello]
[Hissing]
How'd you get over here?
What's wrong?
Wow. Maggie, you... look amazing.
I mean, you know, for someone who changed in a Port-A-Potty.
Come on. I know there's a compliment in there somewhere.
I think I'm losing my mind.
That was my first reaction.
And then I embraced the mystery that is Herbie.
She's too young for you.
[Both chuckle]
I got to tell you...
...winning definitely suits you.
Oh, I got you something.
It's stupid.
It's for luck tomorrow.
It's amazing.
[Trip] Evening.
I hardly recognized you without your camera crew.
I decided to give them the night off.
Can we talk?
Alone?
- You OK? - [Maggie] Yeah.
Your driver did pretty well, for an amateur.
But he's got some serious flaws. Take his car, for instance.
The chassis's too high, and...
...the aerodynamics are all wrong.
Thanks for the tip. I'll pass it on to Maxx.
You know what I can't figure out?
Why you're not behind the wheel.
I hear you were a heck of a street racer back in the day.
- Ancient history. - I doubt it.
It's in your blood.
Your grandfather was one of the greatest drivers
to ever hit the track.
He's why I got into racing.
And I gotta believe it's hard-wired into your DNA.
Your dad ought to get Ray out of 56 and put you behind the wheel.
How many women drivers have won a NASCAR championship?
Well... It only takes one person to blaze a trail.
Ever think that you might be the next great Peyton?
Thanks for the props, but I gotta go.
You want to see how it feels behind the wheel of a real car?
Are you serious?
I doubt your old man is gonna make you the same offer.
Go on.
It'll be our little secret.
[# Melodia: Nice Car]
[Herbie groans]
[Squeals]
OK, Bug.
Let's see what makes you tick.
There's no way you could beat me with this engine.
Ooh!
You want a piece of me?!
Who's laughing now?
Huh?
- That was unbelievable! - She's a pretty sweet ride.
I've never driven anything like it.
That was my most awesome driving experience.
[Trip] Amazing what a real car can do, isn't it?
I got a little proposition. Why don't we raise the stakes.
My car for your car.
Let's make tomorrow's race for pinks too. Huh?
I don't know. I mean, Herbie's really special.
Come on. Nobody's gonna take you seriously in that thing.
[Growling]
Now, if, uh,
you drive home in Trip Murphy's stock car,
your dad would be an idiot not to put you on the team.
What do you say? For pinks?
All right.
You just better hope your boy Maxx is on top of his game tomorrow.
Ray, if you drank all the orange juice, I'll kill you.
- Mag-Wheels! - Charisma!
- Why aren't you in France? - Ugh! Paris was a drag.
I couldn't understand anybody. And hello!
Learn to pick up after our poodles.
I thought I'd come back to start our road trip early.
Slight problem. I promised I'd meet a friend in the desert.
Why? Are you burying a body?
No, he's in a racing tournament.
You think you're clever, but I see through you.
You can?
It's obvious. You're dating him.
OK, if you say so.
Don't be coy. What's his name? Is it serious?
Maxx. You know, we're so close, it's like we're the same person.
What are you doing? Where have you been?
In a nightmare where my dad, brother and best friend showed up.
Well, you got a new problem. Herbie's freaking out.
I don't know what to do. Stop it!
Did you leave him alone with Trip?
[Charisma] Hey, Maggie!
- Who's that? - Keep her away from my dad.
And she thinks I'm dating Maxx.
- Just don't ask me to explain. - [Buzzer]
Five-minute warning. Get suited up.
And have a heart-to-heart with your car. OK?
Yeah. Sure.
- Where you been? - [Kevin] Excuse me.
I'm Kevin! You must be Charisma, yes?
- Good to meet you. - I just came back.
- I had the worst time... - Herbie. What's going on?
I don't have time for this now. We need to beat Trip.
Just get a grip. You're a car.
You do what I tell you to do, all right?
[Steam hissing, grumbling]
Boo!
[Announcer] It's winner take all at the
Trip Murphy Sudden Death Showdown.
Maxx decimated his challengers yesterday,
but now he's up against superstar Trip Murphy!
And now here comes Maxx and Herbie to the starting line.
[Engine revving]
Blow his wheels off, Maggie!
I mean, Maxxie!
Come on, Herbie! He's pulling ahead!
That's it, Herbie.
Come on! I want that stock car!
[Crowd cheering]
What?
Oh!
Stupid car! You blew this on purpose!
You were supposed to help me!
The voice is more high-pitched than I might have imagined.
Come on, Maxx.
Take off the helmet and show everybody who you really are.
[Crowd gasps]
- It's a chick! - That ain't a chick! That's Maggie!
I guess I was wrong about you.
You're not the next great Peyton after all.
You're just another amateur who choked in the clutch.
Mags! Maggie. Hey. Hey, come on.
Come on. Stop this.
You had a bad day. That's it. OK?
Come on. Let's get out of here, take Herbie back to the garage.
- There's always another race. - There's not. Kevin, it's over.
I should have never done this in the first place.
That's...
[whimpering]
- Hey. Whoa. Get away from him! - Hold it, buddy! Take it easy.
- OK. All right! Easy! - [Trip] Wait a minute.
- Maggie didn't tell you? - What?
We were racing for pinks.
It was a little deal we made after I let her race my car.
She said it was the best ride of her life.
Please tell me you didn't do that.
Look, Kevin, I'm sorry. OK? I'm sorry.
Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Herbie.
He's the one you stabbed in the back.
- How could you lie to me? - I can explain.
Your word used to mean something.
I thought I taught you honesty.
Guess I was wrong.
- Dad, wait! - I'm through listening, Maggie.
- Don't hurt him! - It's a car!
Payback time, Bug.
[Whimpering]
I can't believe you were pulling a Racer X on everybody.
I thought this was a conversation-free ride.
We've been friends for years.
I've never known the real you until today.
A lying backstabber
who alienated everyone she cares about.
You don't get it. You were awesome out there.
Why go to New York?
You belong behind the wheel of a racecar.
- [Maggie] Grab the wheel! - What are you doing?
Sorry.
Look, I'm really excited about this new career.
Are you going to be happy to report the story
rather than being one yourself?
Trip, we need to talk.
Amateur hour's over. I've got a real race to prepare for.
I want to buy Herbie back.
- Herbie? - The Volkswagen.
Oh, yeah, the Bug.
I'm sorry. I'd like to help you, but you're a little late.
Crash just took him out for a little spin.
Trip, what did you do with him?!
[Crowd chanting] Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
Ten cars enter! One car...
[yelling]
Yeah!
[Yelling]
Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
[Announcer] Drivers! Are you ready?
Get set!
Let's go!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Drivers only. - No, wait.
You don't understand. That's my car out there.
Well, now, you parked it in the wrong place.
My name's Jimmy D.
This here's my place,
and that there car belongs to me.
How much to buy him back?
If he comes out of this thing in one piece,
I'll just give him back to you free. How's that?
Whoo! Monster trucks rock!
[Whimpering]
I'm gonna wipe that Bug off my windshield!
Don't just sit there!
[Charisma] Do you work out?
Yeah, actually. My gym's six miles from here.
Go, Maggie!
- [Driver] What are you doing? - Sorry!
Come on, Herbie. I can't lose you. We're a team!
I need you, Herbie! Come on!
Oh, come on, Herbie. Don't do this. Please!
[Shrieks]
That's it. Come on, Herbie.
You can do it!
I didn't do that. It was the car.
- His name is Herbie. - That's a ridiculous na...
OK, Herbie. Let's get out of here.
[Horn beeping]
[# Van Halen: Jump]
[Squealing]
- Yeah! - [Shouting]
Oh, come on!
[Growling]
Jerk!
Go, Herbie, go! Come on!
Yeah!
There we go!
[Horn beeping]
All right! Hang on, Herbie!
Pile driver!
[Crowd groans]
- Thanks, buddy. - [Horn beeping]
What...? What...?
- [Herbie groans] - Ahh!
Oh...
Look, I don't care if you ever speak to me again,
but you have to help Herbie.
What happened?
I was a jerk. I know.
Me too.
- You weren't a jerk. - No, I meant...
I also know you were a jerk.
What are you gonna do about ESPN and New York and the big time?
I met someone who made me shift gears.
You know, get a new perspective.
[Whining]
We're down to the final few spots to see who gets into the big race.
One lap to go for Ray Peyton, Jr. In the 56 car.
It's gonna be close.
Let's see if Ray Peyton, Jr. Can qualify for Sunday's Nextel Cup race.
Come on, Ray!
Whoo! Yeah!
Oh, my God.
[Sirens wailing]
[Kevin] Peyton. To the right.
- He needs to be transferred. - [Maggie] Ray, you OK?
I'm fine. I keep telling everybody.
Can we please get out of here? I'm fine! Jeez!
I guess that means he's not totally fine.
No.
- Come here, Ray. Come on. - Ow!
Doc, I'm fine.
- Look straight ahead. - I see it. It's...
Now it's bright.
There's a problem with his left eye.
His depth perception is off.
We won't know the extent of the problem until we run tests.
Bottom line, he can't race Sunday.
Dad, I'm sorry.
Hey. It's not your fault.
You ran great today. I'm gonna go see the doctor.
Wait a minute, Dad.
I still qualified.
All we need is another driver and we got a shot.
Let Maggie race.
Yeah, Ray. It's a good idea.
I mean, Team Peyton needs this race.
She's ready, sir. She's really good.
No. That's not gonna happen.
Dad!
Dad, I'm sorry I lied to you, OK?
But all I've ever wanted to do is race.
You're not getting behind the wheel.
Because I'm a girl? I've had one crash. Ray's had dozens!
It's different!
The only difference is your support!
What's really your problem with me racing?
Because you're the spitting image of your mom.
And... I can't lose her twice.
Dad, I may look like her on the outside,
OK, but on the inside, I'm you.
I'm a Peyton.
Racing is in my blood.
Please, let me race.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
[Kevin] I got it. OK.
All right. Fine. Bye.
I have bad news. I just got off the phone with my supplier.
They're not gonna give me parts until I pay my overdue bills,
- which you need money to do. - So you can't fix Herbie?
I...
- Shouldn't you be in bed? - Mags, I'm not blind.
I just can't race. But you can.
You're taking my space tomorrow.
Well, wait. What about Dad?
Dad always says I should be a team leader.
I called rest of the crew. They agree. You're the one.
Look, we got a lot to do
if we wanna get my car ready to race.
There's one car I'm gonna drive. He's sitting over there.
You serious?
I race in Herbie, or I don't race at all.
[Moaning]
[# Loverboy: Working For The Weekend]
I'm with Trip Murphy, Nextel Cup Series champion.
The prevailing wisdom in the press box
is that your only worry is you don't have enough shelf space
for a fourth championship.
Tell the boys thanks for the support.
But it's a tough track. It's a 500-mile race.
There are some competent drivers out here.
Jeff Gordon's a decent driver.
There's an outside shot he could win.
I guess what I'm saying is, it's a...
...long race and anything can happen in this sport.
[Woman] We love you, Trip!
I thought you told me you destroyed that car.
- I'm sorry, dude. - Hey, Trip.
I know you're gonna win,
but on the microscopic chance she beats you again,
I've set up a Slim-Fast "Big Loser" campaign.
So there's that.
- He's mad at me. - He's mad at me.
- Hates me. - He hates us both.
- Never seen a Bug with a spoiler. - Don't touch.
Soft top on a racecar.
- I like that. - I like that.
- This car just winked at me. - A racecar winked at you.
I swear. The car winked at me.
Are you feeling OK? Is it the pressure?
I'm fine! Fine.
No problem. I'm telling you, it just winked at me.
- Hey, Kev. - Hey.
- Could we get a second alone? - You and...?
- Herbie. - Of course. Hey, guys.
Ray? Augie? Let's give the lady some space, huh?
- [Ray] Sure. - Thanks, guys.
- You nervous? - [Whines]
It's good to be nervous. Keeps you alert.
I just want to say, in the spirit of honesty,
I did total a car once when I was racing.
[Gasps]
That was a long time ago.
Hey, um... Thanks for not giving up on me.
All right.
Ready to do this thing?
Cool. Let's show them what we got.
[Crowd cheering]
Here we go, Herbie. This is it.
- Maggie Peyton. Is that right? - That's what I've got too.
So it's Maggie Peyton in #53 for Team Peyton
in a last-minute ruling by race officials.
What? Come on. You've tried to think of a way
to sell gear to women for years.
It says she calls the car Herbie.
I've never heard of a VW Bug racing NASCAR,
but Team Peyton found a loophole.
- Go, Maggie! - What are you doing?
You go, girl! Whoo!
[Woman] Go, Maggie, go!
[Whimpering]
[Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, rise for our national anthem.
Here we go.
- Go get 'em. - Thanks.
Is this what you dreamed it'd be like?
Yeah. I mean, I wanted my dad here cheering me on, but...
Yeah. There's something I want to say to you.
I guess I underestimated you guys.
[Groans]
Good luck out there today.
Thanks, Trip.
Word to the wise: It gets pretty nasty out there.
Uh, Trip, we got a race.
- Let's go! Let's go! - [Ray] Don't listen to him.
He's trying to get inside your head. Kev, let's go.
All right.
So, you wanted to tell me something.
Yeah...
I was gonna say, don't cut your turns too tight.
Got it, chief.
OK.
Let's go!
[Track announcer] Drivers, start your engines!
[Engines revving]
[Heart beating]
[Revving]
[TV announcer 1] We've got the makings of a great race today.
Beautiful weather and a great field of cars
as they head out for their two pace laps.
[Announcer 2] We anticipate a record crowd.
Fans have come to see which driver
will hoist the Nextel Cup trophy.
[Announcer 1] Great stories bookend this field.
Trip Murphy, star of the season,
will lead the field to the green flag from pole position.
Then there's Maggie Peyton, starting last.
We'll see if she has what it takes
and if Herbie has a good enough engine.
The pace car is off, the green flag is out,
and we're underway here at California Speedway!
Those guys are fast!
[Announcer 2] Looks like the 53 car got left in the dust.
There is a minimum speed.
She better get going or get a black flag.
Come on, Herbie. We're not out of this yet.
Come on, Mags. Go!
[Announcer 1] Rookie jitters or a mechanical problem,
but Maggie Peyton's barely hanging on now.
OK. Let's go get Dale!
[Announcer 1] Herbie starts to gain ground.
Here's Peyton drafting up to Dale Jarrett in the 88.
[Announcer 2] Wait. I don't think Herbie's drafting.
I think he's literally attached to #88.
That little car's riding my bumper!
[Radio] Come on, Dale, shake her off!
Hang on!
Come on, Maggie.
Here we go! Ready?
[Announcer 1] What a move!
Maggie just did a slingshot on Dale Jarrett to move past #88.
Yes! Go, Mags!
Unorthodox, but it put her back in the race.
I bet her granddad's smiling at that one.
We're back in it. Who's running first?
[Kevin] Trip has Junior by 2 lengths.
[# The Donnas: Roll On Down The Highway]
Come on, Mags!
[Announcer 1] Best pit stop of the day for Team Peyton.
That keeps them in the hunt.
Got a hungry pack chasing the leaders.
Tony Stewart, Jeff Gordon, Mike Bliss, all after the top spot.
[Announcer 2] Maggie Peyton and Herbie come up on the outside.
Eighteen laps to go in one of the most surprising races
in NASCAR history.
Trip Murphy in #82 is in front.
But can he hold the lead in the final laps?
Here we come.
Herbie, we gotta find an opening!
We'll make a move on turn three.
They're boxing us in.
[Announcer 1] Three wide behind the leaders!
Labonte low, Peyton in the middle!
Peyton takes a shot from Gordon and one from Labonte.
And now one from Kasey Kahne!
Herbie's getting pounded in this pack!
- [Herbie groans] - [Crowd moans]
- I'm getting killed. Can't shake them! - Yes, you can.
You can do this, sparkplug.
- Dad? - Buckle down and grit your teeth.
Come on, Magpie.
You're the next great Peyton. Time for everyone to know it.
Thanks, Dad.
Look at that.
Now what?
- Any suggestions? - Gas it. Gas it right now!
- [Shrieking] - Huh?
[Announcer 1] There's running over competition,
but never done like that!
- Yeah! - Yah-hah!
- Oh-ho! - Yeah!
Uh-oh. We've got a new problem.
Herbie's losing oil pressure... fast!
- [Groaning] - [Sputtering]
Looks like the 53's leaking oil on the track.
We're coming in.
[Crowd groans]
Kevin, it's Sally. What's going on with #53?
- Did you drive here? - Yeah. Why?
[Announcer 2] Here comes the caution flag.
[Announcer 1] Everyone to the pits.
Team Peyton may be out of the race with that oil leak.
[Herbie sputters, backfires]
That stunt you pulled almost cost us the race!
Take care of the car and let me drive.
- Can I make two suggestions? - Not now, Larry!
Not a perfect fit, but it'll have to hold!
- How bad is it? - It might hold for 5 laps.
It might hold for one.
Either way, avoid being slammed around out there!
Listen. You raced your heart out there today, Herbie.
But if we keep going, that might be it for you. Forever.
[Mutters]
Sorry. I'd rather lose this race than lose you.
[Revving]
Whoa! Oh! Are you sure?
[Announcer 2] I can't believe it.
Maggie Peyton and Herbie are getting back on the track!
For a car, you're not a good listener.
[Grumbling]
OK, Herbie. Let's finish this.
Where is she, Crash? The Bug! Where's the Bug?
Focus on the win!
[Announcer 1] The fans are pulling for rookie driver Maggie Peyton,
in a car she calls Herbie.
Attagirl. Nice move. Now go get 'em, Maggie!
[Announcer 1] Peyton on an incredible rally,
passing them left and right.
Now up to second place, behind Trip Murphy. Amazing!
Come on.
Did you miss us?
This girl's really beginning to tick me off.
[Announcer 1] 2 laps to go in a two-car race.
Trip Murphy and Maggie Peyton will settle this between them!
Go, Maggie!
- All right! - We've got him now!
On the outside!
Go high, Herbie.
Come on, Herbie. We're almost there.
[Announcer 1] Door to door off the corner at the final... Contact!
Murphy slams into the side of Peyton!
[Maggie shrieks]
Mags, don't push it. Mags, Herbie can't take it.
- [Laughing] - [Herbie stutters]
- Forget the Bug and win! - You're going down, Bug!
Trouble in turn four!
Murphy into the wall and upside down!
- OK, Herbie, you ready? - [Beeping]
- Keep it steady! - Ahh!
[Announcer 1] No place to go! Look out for the crash!
- Herbie's... - [crowd gasps]
Herbie's on the fence! Herbie's on the fence!
[Maggie screams]
Oh! Oh, God!
[Announcer 1] Maggie Peyton won!
- Maggie Peyton has won! Incredible! - [announcer 2] Unbelievable!
I've never seen anything like this in NASCAR,
not to mention the birth of the next great Peyton!
- We did it. - [Purring]
Let's go!
Whoo-hoo!
[Crowd roars]
- Whoo! - Yes!
I'm so proud of you!
Thanks, Dad.
Maggie, that was awesome!
- Thank you. - So great!
Hey! I thought your depth perception...
Oh, well,
the best Peyton was on the track today. You did it.
- [Ray] Congrats. - Oh...
[Trip] Look! Listen to me!
That car is possessed!
Trip!
I saw it too. It smiled at me!
That car is alive!
[Trip] You gotta believe me. It's mocking me!
I'm telling you! That car is alive!
- Look! It's doing it again! - [Blows raspberry]
You gotta believe me! You gotta believe me!
This isn't the end, Bug!
I'm going to get you, Bug! I'm going to get you!
He's fine. He's fine. Just a little dehydrated.
Wow.
Gotta say, Peyton, you and Herbie make a great team.
We make a great team.
Yeah, I thought we had good driver-crew chief rapport there.
- Herbie, help me out here. - [Horn beeps]
Wha...
All right, now, I'm gonna trust you guys this time,
but you got a big race coming up.
Have her home at a decent hour. Show some respect. All right?
My house, my rules. Comprende?
OK, Ray, I think they got it.
All right.
[Exhales] Go on. Get out of here.
I mean it, Herbie.
Rrrrr!
[# Rooney: Metal Guru]