[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]
[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.
- [ball clattering] - [glass breaking]
Bass Pro is dropping you. I'm sorry.
Wait a minute, Sally. Wait, please.
[gasps, gulps]
[humming]
Tell them to hold on until the Speedway races.
[sighing]
If Ray doesn't place, I'm out. I close up shop.
- What the heck happened to you? - I'm sorry, Crazy Dave.
I'll sell motor oil. I'll do something.
I had a few problems getting this critter on the truck.
[chuckles] Please. I've blown bigger things out my nose.
Prettier too.
[backfires]
How long you been standing here?
[coughing]
Long enough.
What was that?!
I wouldn't insult him if I was you. He's sensitive.
I sure am glad you're not part of this.
- He's a car. - Yeah, I know.
At least I did something right.
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.
[people chattering]
[fluid gurgling]
Oh...
Are you kidding?
Why do I feel like we just got sentenced to five to ten?
It just leaked all over my shoe!
Just get this thing off my truck!
I'm gonna go sign us in.
You are so in the crusher. Push!
[Dave grunting]
Maggie Peyton.
Haven't seen you in a long time. Who you here for?
- "In-the-way Ray"? - Actually, I'm sponsoring Maxx.
[engine starts]
So, do you like the makeover?
[shouting]
[Dave] Come on!
[grunting]
You can take the car out of the junkyard, Maggie,
Come on!
but you can't take the junkyard out of the car.
- How do you know this Maxx? - Um, we go way back.
[engine accelerates]
I'd like to meet him. Can you arrange a face-to-face?
Ahh! Whoa!
Whoa! [hollering]
He's meditating. Getting in the zone.
Sure. Pressure's getting to him?
- He's not worried. He beat you once. - Beginner's luck.
[Dave] Oh!
You tell that to yourself at night in your Trip Murphy pajamas?
[sputtering]
Look,
- [air hissing] - [Dave] Oh...
you tell Maxx I'm really looking forward to the rematch.
[grumbling]
Oh, hey. Sorry, big fella.
I'm so sick of all this Trip Murphy cra...
Geez.
I'm... just gonna...
Hey. See you later, Trip.
- I got to go! - Hey! Hey, you...
[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]
- All right. Listen up, car. - [Herbie whimpers]
We've got 200 names up there.
No one makes a fool out of Crazy Dave.
By the end of the day, there will be only one.
No one.
- [crowd] Yeah! - And that driver will face me,
Consider yourself crushed!
and have a chance to win $1 0,000.
Let's race.
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
[sighing]
today's winner goes up against Trip Murphy tomorrow!
[ Caleigh Peters: Fun, Fun, Fun]
[cheering]
[man on PA] Marie Peters.
Derek Parker.
Gregory Petell.
Herbie!
Chad Peterson.
- Margaret Peyton. - Yeah!
Vroom, vroom! Let me hear you say "Hey, yo!"
Congratulations.
What a day. The real wild card here
is the enigmatic racer known only as Maxx.
I've seen some photo finishes in my time.
Questions abound. Who is Maxx?
That was cutting it close.
Where did he come from? What's with the helmet?
[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!
Gotcha, Maxx.
Promise you'll look after Maggie in New York.
- We'll be roommates for 1 5 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.
I've signed so many autographs, my hand is numb.
We'll cruise to the Big Apple and start our new lives. Au revoir!
Guess who wants an interview.
[ Lionel Richie: Hello]
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.
[hissing]
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.
How'd you get over here?
[Ray I can't believe Trip Murphy won Daytona.
What's wrong?
He's a loser. A well-paid loser.
Wow. Maggie, you... Look amazing.
Hey, Ray, the guy's a great racer.
Say what you want about him. He has excellent focus.
I mean, you know, for someone who changed in a Port-A-Potty.
[whispers] Focus.
Come on. I know there's a compliment in there somewhere.
I think I'm losing my mind.
[chuckling]
That was my first reaction.
You drove past that tree on purpose.
And then I embraced the mystery that is Herbie.
- No. We're taking a shortcut. - You were gonna chop it down.
She's too young for you.
We tried to knock it down by crashing a car into it...
[both chuckle]
Oh, wait! That was you!
Oh, right. I'm not the one who crashes into walls, am l?
I got to tell you...
...winning definitely suits you.
Don't let him get to you. The important thing
Oh, I got you something.
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?
It's stupid.
- Right. - All right.
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?
[sighs]
Now you, Gramps, had style.
- You OK? - [Maggie] Yeah.
[footsteps]
Your driver did pretty well, for an amateur.
He sure did.
Listen.
But he's got some serious flaws. Take his car, for instance.
I'm sorry I didn't really pull out all the stops for graduation.
It's OK. You know,
The chassis's too high, and...
...the aerodynamics are all wrong.
that was always Mom's department.
It's been ten years. I should have more of a clue.
Thanks for the tip. I'll pass it on to Maxx.
You know what l can't figure out?
I didn't know the team was doing so badly.
Why you're not behind the wheel.
Maggie, it's a bad streak. We'll pull out of it.
I hear you were a heck of a street racer back in the day.
But I do think it's time we find room for you up on that wall.
- 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.
That ought to do it justice.
Your dad ought to get Ray out of 56 and put you behind the wheel.
- Night, Dad. - Night, baby.
How many women drivers have won a NASCAR championship?
Tomorrow morning, getting you a graduation present.
Well... It only takes one person to blaze a trail.
It's OK. I really don't need anything.
I want to. First thing, bright and early, you and me.
Ever think that you might be the next great Peyton?
- You get to pick it out. - OK.
- Good night. - Good night.
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.
Dad, uh, what are we doing here?
Go on.
Buying you a car.
It'll be our little secret.
I appreciate the gesture, but I'm only here a month.
[ Melodia: Nice Car]
You don't want me chauffeuring you around for a month.
Happy graduation, Magpie.
[father] Hey, Dave!
Wow. A stock car.
[Herbie groans]
[squeals]
[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?
OK, Bug.
Let's see what makes you tick.
- Not yet, Dad! Still looking! - OK, honey.
There's no way you could beat me with this engine.
[purring]
Ooh!
[engine grinding]
[squeaks]
You want a piece of me?!
- [father] What do you think, hon? - Nothing calls out to me.
- [Herbie whines] - Now, trust me.
Who's laughing now?
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]
Huh?
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.
- That was unbelievable! - She's a pretty sweet ride.
- Doesn't really need anything. - It's cute.
I've never driven anything like it.
But, Dad...
That was my most awesome driving experience.
- [whimpering] - How much for the Nissan?
[Trip] Amazing what a real car can do, isn't it?
Good eye. Good eye.
I got a little proposition. Why don't we raise the stakes.
We've had a lot of interest in that car this week. But, um...
My car for your car.
Let's make tomorrow's race for pinks too. Huh?
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
Since you are the first customer today,
I don't know. I mean, Herbie's really special.
I think I can cut you a deal.
Come on. Nobody's gonna take you seriously in that thing.
[growling]
- Hmm. - [sighs]
Now, if, uh,
you drive home in Trip Murphy's stock car,
I'll give you 50 for the Bug.
Sorry, no can do. See...
your dad would be an idiot not to put you on the team.
I always felt there was something special about that car.
What do you say? For pinks?
I wouldn't sell in a million years.
- Seventy-five. - Oh, sold!
All right.
I'll make out the papers.
You just better hope your boy Maxx is on top of his game tomorrow.
At least we know the horn works.
Ray, if you drank all the orange juice, I'll kill you.
[purring]
- 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.
OK, Mags. Tires are good.
Why? Are you burying a body?
Gas is good. Brakes are good.
Look at that. The speedometer goes up to 200 miles an hour.
No, he's in a racing tournament.
You think you're clever, but I see through you.
[laughs] Somebody's got a sense of humor.
You can?
All right, now. Come over to the garage later.
It's obvious. You're dating him.
Have Augie take a look at it.
OK, if you say so.
Thank you, Dad.
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!
"Please take care of Herbie.
Did you leave him alone with Trip?
Whatever your problem, he'll help you find the answer."
[Charisma] Hey, Maggie!
[scoffs] Great. A fortune cookie on wheels.
- Who's that? - Keep her away from my dad.
And she thinks I'm dating Maxx.
OK, let's start slow.
- Just don't ask me to explain. - [buzzer]
Five-minute warning. Get suited up.
[engine starts]
And have a heart-to-heart with your car. OK?
[screaming]
Yeah. Sure.
- Where you been? - [Kevin] Excuse me.
What are you doing?! Stop!
I'm Kevin! You must be Charisma, yes?
[Maggie hollering]
- Good to meet you. - I just came back.
This isn't funny anymore!
- I had the worst time... - Herbie. What's going on?
Come on, car! You're a car! I drive!
I don't have time for this now. We need to beat Trip.
What is going on?
Just get a grip. You're a car.
You do what I tell you to do, all right?
Oh, my God! No!
[steam hissing, grumbling]
[screaming]
[metal clattering]
Boo!
- Oh, God... - Oh, my God.
[announcer] It's winner take all at the
I'm so sorry. Let me help you.
Trip Murphy Sudden Death Showdown.
Maxx decimated his challengers yesterday,
Are you OK?
but now he's up against superstar Trip Murphy!
And now here comes Maxx and Herbie to the starting line.
- Maggie? - Kevin?
God, you look great.
[engine revving]
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.
Blow his wheels off, Maggie!
My dad wanted to get me something for graduation.
I mean, Maxxie!
[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.
Come on, Herbie! He's pulling ahead!
- Nothing too fancy. - No. Just the basics.
We'll take him for a test drive, see what we got to work with.
That's it, Herbie.
- Sorry for almost running you over. - Don't do that again.
- [backfiring] - [Kevin] Whoa! Whoa!
OK. All right. Easy, Mags.
- Smooth ride. - Sorry.
Come on! I want that stock car!
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.
[crowd cheering]
Yeah, I'm not really up for that whole scene.
What?
Oh!
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!
Stupid car! You blew this on purpose!
What are you talking about? I'm not doing this!
You were supposed to help me!
What'd you say?
The voice is more high-pitched than I might have imagined.
Come on, Maxx.
OK, Mags!
Take off the helmet and show everybody who you really are.
- [Herbie rattles, sputters] - Oh, my God.
[backfire]
It has more horsepower than I expected.
[crowd gasps]
Are you kidding me? He just took off.
- It's a chick! - That ain't a chick! That's Maggie!
- He? - Herbie!
OK, the car's name is Herbie?
I guess I was wrong about you.
It wasn't my first choice. Name came with the car.
You're not the next great Peyton after all.
Let's strip it down, get rid of old parts.
You're just another amateur who choked in the clutch.
- Maybe there's something to salvage. - Works for me.
Go easy, Mags... Herbie.
[Kevin] What are you doing?
- Steering wheel's jammed. - Left.
Mags! Maggie. Hey. Hey, come on.
I can't turn it! It's jammed!
[Kevin] OK!
Come on. Stop this.
OK! Easy!
You had a bad day. That's it. OK?
Great. I'm being carjacked by my own car!
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.
[backfiring]
That's...
[whimpering]
OK. Watch the people. Easy, easy.
Oh! That's the e-brake.
- Hey. Whoa. Get away from him! - Hold it, buddy! Take it easy.
That should be connected to something.
- OK. All right! Easy! - [Trip] Wait a minute.
Oh, good. They have valet parking.
- Maggie didn't tell you? - What?
Oh, man!
We were racing for pinks.
[Kevin coughing] Sorry.
It was a little deal we made after I let her race my car.
What are you doing? You didn't want to come.
I didn't! It was Herbie!
She said it was the best ride of her life.
That's funny, Mags.
"It was Herbie."
- Hey. Where are you going? - What?
- I'm so sorry. - [Kevin] Her bad.
Please tell me you didn't do that.
[alarm] Step away from the vehicle.
Look, Kevin, I'm sorry. OK? I'm sorry.
[man] Maggie!
- What's up? - What's up? How are you?
Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Herbie.
[Kevin] Pablo, Pancho. Hey, what's up, guys?
He's the one you stabbed in the back.
- 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.
- How could you lie to me? - I can explain.
Good thing, 'cause that thing is ugly!
Your word used to mean something.
[sighs]
I thought I taught you honesty.
[rock music playing]
Guess I was wrong.
- Dad, wait! - I'm through listening, Maggie.
[man] Hey, Trip!
[cheering]
- Don't hurt him! - It's a car!
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,
Nextel Cup Series champion, Trip Murphy!
Payback time, Bug.
I hope you don't mind I crashed your party.
[whimpering]
[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
I can't believe you were pulling a Racer X on everybody.
in your very own living rooms.
I thought this was a conversation-free ride.
Crash? What have you got for me?
We've been friends for years.
Oh, wow. You guys are in for a real treat.
I've never known the real you until today.
A lying backstabber
It's my new video game.
who alienated everyone she cares about.
You don't get it. You were awesome out there.
"Trip Murphy: Undefeated."
Why go to New York?
[rock music resumes]
You belong behind the wheel of a racecar.
- [Maggie] Grab the wheel! - What are you doing?
Sorry.
All right.
Look, I'm really excited about this new career.
You got a Sports Illustrated shoot in an hour.
Are you going to be happy to report the story
No sweat. I'll do two laps. Keep the Sharpies handy.
rather than being one yourself?
And when women give you their numbers, get photos.
I don't want a replay of Phoenix.
- I do enough charity work already. - OK.
Trip, we need to talk.
Can I get your autograph?
Trip! Sign my head.
Amateur hour's over. I've got a real race to prepare for.
Yeah. Yeah!
I want to buy Herbie back.
Whoo-hoo!
- Herbie? - The Volkswagen.
Yes! Trip Murphy signed my head!
Oh, yeah, the Bug.
I'm sorry. I'd like to help you, but you're a little late.
- Where are you going? - Anywhere but here.
Crash just took him out for a little spin.
I'm not gonna be embarrassed again.
Trip, what did you do with him?!
What about the car?
[crowd chanting] Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
Crazy Dave can keep his cash. I'll stick with my board.
You can't just leave it here.
Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
Hello? Look around. Somebody will take it.
Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
[sputtering, horn beeping]
Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
Ten cars enter! One car...
[beeping continues]
[yelling]
[beeping continues]
Yeah!
[beeping stops]
What is with this car? Like it's trying to embarrass me...
[yelling]
Ten cars enter! One car leaves!
[announcer] Drivers! Are you ready?
Look at this.
Some guy named Maxx left these in the trunk...
Get set!
Let's go!
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."
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.
Oh. Hey.
This here's my place,
- Oh, good. It fits. All zipped up. - Let's go.
and that there car belongs to me.
- Wait. Where are the keys? - Uh, they're in the...
How much to buy him back?
If he comes out of this thing in one piece,
Oh!
I'll just give him back to you free. How's that?
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.
Whoo! Monster trucks rock!
[whimpering]
[engine starts]
I'm gonna wipe that Bug off my windshield!
Oh, my God!
[Kevin] OK. OK, OK!
What are you...? Take it easy.
[Maggie] Oh...
Don't just sit there!
- [metal scraping] - [man] Oh!
[Charisma] Do you work out?
Yeah, actually. My gym's six miles from here.
Ohhh! Oh, dude!
Go, Maggie!
- What did you do? - I swear to God, I did not do that!
OK, try telling that to him.
Race! Race! Race! Race!
- [driver] What are you doing? - Sorry!
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.
Come on, Herbie. I can't lose you. We're a team!
'Cause Trip and l have such a good rapport.
[chanting] Race! Race! Race!
What have I got to lose? It's a Bug.
I need you, Herbie! Come on!
[Maggie gasps]
Oh, come on, Herbie. Don't do this. Please!
Open.
Oh, my God! Kevin! Kevin! Help me!
Kevin! Kevin!
[shrieks]
Mags! What are you doing?
That's it. Come on, Herbie.
Kevin!
You can do it!
[cheering]
What is going on? I don't want to race!
I didn't do that. It was the car.
Kevin! Kevin!
- His name is Herbie. - That's a ridiculous na...
[chanting] Race, race, race, race!
[beeping]
OK, Herbie. Let's get out of here.
[horn beeping]
[ Van Halen: Jump]
[Herbie blows raspberry
What are you trying to do, you crazy little car?
[engine revving]
[ Steppenwolf: Born To Be Wild]
[screaming]
[squealing]
- Yeah! - [shouting]
Oh, come on!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
[growling]
Jerk!
Go, Herbie, go! Come on!
Yeah!
There we go!
[horn beeping]
All right! Hang on, Herbie!
OK. So that's how you want to do it?
Pile driver!
[crowd groans]
- Thanks, buddy. - [horn beeping]
What...? What...?
- [Herbie groans] - Ahh!
[shrieks]
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.
[crowd cheering]
Me too.
- You weren't a jerk. - No, I meant...
I also know you were a jerk.
[sputtering, backfiring]
[crowd cheering]
What are you gonna do about ESPN and New York and the big time?
[Herbie backfires]
I met someone who made me shift gears.
I thought you said you hadn't been racing.
You know, get a new perspective.
[whining]
- That was unbelievable! - I know. Unbelievable.
Hey, Trip. What do you say?
[glass shattering]
We're down to the final few spots to see who gets into the big race.
Get that camera out of my face!
We're down to the final few spots to see who gets into the big race.
Did you see me come off that guardrail?
One lap to go for Ray Peyton, Jr. in the 56 car.
I saw... I don't know how you did that.
It's gonna be close.
Let's see if Ray Peyton, Jr. can qualify for Sunday's Nextel Cup race.
All right. This is gonna sound strange, but it wasn't me.
I think it was Herbie.
Come on, Ray!
Herbie is a car.
You always said they had personalities.
Yeah, personalities. They're not possessed.
Whoo! Yeah!
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.
Oh, my God.
That makes perfect sense. Cuckoo!
What are you doing?
Checking to make sure exhaust fumes haven't gone back inside the car.
[sirens wailing]
Kevin, I beat the reigning NASCAR champion in a '63 Bug!
[Kevin] Peyton. To the right.
- How else do you explain that? - How about,
- He needs to be transferred. - [Maggie] Ray, you OK?
you're an amazing racer and proved it?
Why are you afraid to admit that?
I'm fine. I keep telling everybody.
You beat Trip Murphy, on your own, with this... hunk of junk.
Can we please get out of here? I'm fine! Jeez!
Ow!
I guess that means he's not totally fine.
No.
Hey. Admit it.
- Come here, Ray. Come on. - Ow!
It felt great to be behind the wheel again.
Doc, I'm fine.
- Look straight ahead. - I see it. It's...
Yeah. It did.
That's what I thought.
Now it's bright.
[engine starts]
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.
[father conversing, indistinct]
Bottom line, he can't race Sunday.
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?
Dad, I'm sorry.
They know not to back a losing team!
Hey. It's not your fault.
You ran great today. I'm gonna go see the doctor.
- Another sponsor bite the dust? - They come, they go.
Wait a minute, Dad.
I still qualified.
That's business. You got in late last night.
All we need is another driver and we got a shot.
Let me direct you to the date of birth on my license.
Let me direct you to the address on that license.
Let Maggie race.
My house, my rules.
Yeah, Ray. It's a good idea.
I mean, Team Peyton needs this race.
She's ready, sir. She's really good.
[big band jazz plays]
No. That's not gonna happen.
Dad!
- Hey, guys! - Hey, Sally.
Dad, I'm sorry I lied to you, OK?
Hey, Sal. Don't tell me you're pulling out too.
But all I've ever wanted to do is race.
No. I'm making your day.
You're not getting behind the wheel.
You're gonna love this.
Because I'm a girl? I've had one crash. Ray's had dozens!
Taking the sports world by storm.
It's different!
Here it is again. Our exclusive footage of Trip Murphy
The only difference is your support!
What's really your problem with me racing?
just getting scorched in an impromptu street race.
And get this:
The competition was a 1963 Volkswagen Beetle.
Because you're the spitting image of your mom.
That's right, folks. A '63 Bug.
And... I can't lose her twice.
Dad, I may look like her on the outside,
I'll be back. Dad!
What did I do?
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 sense you're looking for an explanation.
I'm sorry.
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.
[Kevin] I got it. OK.
All right. Fine. Bye.
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.
I have bad news. I just got off the phone with my supplier.
Maggie. Do you think I busted my butt
They're not gonna give me parts until I pay my overdue bills,
to put you through school
so you could get back behind the wheel of a racecar?
- which you need money to do. - So you can't fix Herbie?
I...
- 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.
- Shouldn't you be in bed? - Mags, I'm not blind.
I just can't race. But you can.
Promise?
You're taking my space tomorrow.
I mean, yeah. Yeah.
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.
Sorry.
I'm sorry too.
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.
Whoever this Maxx guy is, must be pretty good
if he beat Trip Murphy in a little thing like that.
You serious?
I race in Herbie, or I don't race at all.
Not bad.
[moaning]
[ Loverboy: Working For The Weekend]
[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!
I'm with Trip Murphy, Nextel Cup Series champion.
The prevailing wisdom in the press box
Good hustle, everybody. Good hustle.
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.
It doesn't make any sense. How could that thing beat me?
I guess what I'm saying is, it's a...
...Long race and anything can happen in this sport.
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.
[woman] We love you, Trip!
I've been up all night going over this race.
I thought you told me you destroyed that car.
I outclassed him on every front.
- I'm sorry, dude. - Hey, Trip.
I know you're gonna win,
but on the microscopic chance she beats you again,
- I want a rematch. - Aw, jeez. Trip, no.
I've set up a Slim-Fast "Big Loser" campaign.
It's me, your brother. Forget it.
So there's that.
A two-day racing event where I beat all comers
and then destroy that little Bug.
- He's mad at me. - He's mad at me.
I want posters at every garage, body shop and auto parts store,
- Hates me. - He hates us both.
- Never seen a Bug with a spoiler. - Don't touch.
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]
Soft top on a racecar.
- I like that. - I like that.
I'm gonna exterminate this Bug.
- 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.
[engine revving]
No problem. I'm telling you, it just winked at me.
Hey.
Where you been? Look at this. I want to show you something. Huh?
- Hey, Kev. - Hey.
- Could we get a second alone? - You and...?
21 80 engine. Dual Weber carburetors.
- Herbie. - Of course. Hey, guys.
Front, rear swing axles. Pretty sweet, huh?
Ray? Augie? Let's give the lady some space, huh?
Yeah, they're, um... Wow.
- [Ray Sure. - Thanks, guys.
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.
- You nervous? - [whines]
I don't know how it happened, but it was a fluke.
You loved being back behind the wheel.
It's good to be nervous. Keeps you alert.
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,
I just want to say, in the spirit of honesty,
a city where you take a subway to work?
I did total a car once when I was racing.
Listen, I told my dad no more racing,
[gasps]
and I ended up lying to him.
That was a long time ago.
The last time that happened, I ended up in the hospital.
Note the vicious After school Special cycle I'm trying to break here.
Hey, um... Thanks for not giving up on me.
- I need cash for my apartment. - Those are the classifieds.
Listen, Kev, I'm really sorry.
All right.
I know, I know.
Ready to do this thing?
Cool. Let's show them what we got.
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?
[crowd cheering]
Maxx?
[ Pilot: Magic]
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.
Come on, Herbie.
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,
[Kevin] Hey!
but Team Peyton found a loophole.
- Go, Maggie! - What are you doing?
You go, girl! Whoo!
- Sorry. - It's all right.
[woman] Go, Maggie, go!
[whimpering]
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, rise for our national anthem.
Yeah!
[screaming]
[whimpering]
[screaming]
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.
[computer beeping]
Thanks, Trip.
I have been over every inch of this model ten times.
Word to the wise: it gets pretty nasty out there.
I've run all the tests.
Uh, Trip, we got a race.
There's no way an ordinary VW engine like this could have smoked yours.
- Let's go! Let's go! - [Ray Don't listen to him.
He's trying to get inside your head. Kev, let's go.
There's nothing ordinary about this Bug.
All right.
So, you wanted to tell me something.
Yeah...
I was gonna say, don't cut your turns too tight.
I don't know what it's got under its hood,
but I intend to find out.
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]