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him in a spray. Siddeley is HIT, a tire BLOWN. He yells in

pain.

FINN:

Hold on, Sid!

Siddeley peels off the runway onto the grass.

A gunfight ensues between Finn and Acer. Finn SHOOTS ACER'S

TIRE, blowing it and throwing him off-course.

Acer CAREENS out of control, drives up and THROUGH A JET ---

--- OUT THE OTHER SIDE where he lands in an oil tanker.

ON SIDDELEY - He's headed toward the edge of the tarmac,

where the grass and runway meet WATER. He HITS THE GAS, his

only hope.

SIDDELEY:

Finn, it's now or never!

Finn BRAKES, 180s and grabs the ramp just as Siddeley gets

air.

SIDDELEY:

Hold on!

Mater, the only thing not in the jet, dangles and recedes

from our view as Siddeley climbs toward the clouds. As he's

PULLED in through the back hatch:

MATER (V.O.)

By the time you read this, I will

be safely on an airplane, flying

home.

INT. LOBBY - HOTEL - TOKYO - DAY

CLOSE ON a handwritten (er, tire-written?) NOTE in childish

scrawl. We don't see all of it, only a bit. Mater's voice

O.S. begins the note with the first sentence, but we DISSOLVE

into McQueen's voice.

59.

MCQUEEN:

"I'm so sorry for what I did. I

don't want to be the cause of you

losing any more races. I want you

to go prove to the world what I

already know - that you are the

greatest race car in the whole wide

world. Your best friend, Mater."

McQueen takes this in.

MCQUEEN:

I didn't really want him to leave.

LUIGI:

Wait, there's more here.

(READS)

"P.S. Please tell the hotel I

didn't mean to order that movie. I

thought it was just a preview and I

didn't realize I was paying for it.

P.P.S... That's funny right there --

PP."

(to the others)

There's a few more pages of P.S.'s

here.

MCQUEEN:

(TURNING BACK)

Well, at least I know if he's at

home he'll be safe.

EXT. SKY - DAY

SIDDELEY breaks through some cloud cover, flies with purpose.

INT. JET - DAY

A well-appointed spy jet. Various computers line the walls.

FINN:

Now that's how I like to start the

day! You never feel more alive than

when you're almost dead.

HOLLEY:

(SCANNING MATER)

I hope that device didn't fall off.

MATER:

That's the closest I ever been to

missing my flight! That was ---

60.

With a ROBOTIC ARM, Holley grabs the THE DEVICE that Rod

Redline hid under Mater. She yanks it out with a GOOSE.

MATER:

(JUMPS)

Yow!

HOLLEY:

Still in one piece, great.

Holley drops the device into a mainframe computer. It starts

"ANALYZING."

MATER:

I gotta go to a doctor. I keep

getting these sharp pains in my

undercarriage.

HOLLEY:

Downloading the photo now.

MATER:

Hey, lemme introduce you two.

(TO HOLLEY)

This here is Finn McSomething-or-

other. He's a First Class VIP

airport whatchamacallit. And Finn,

this here's my date.

(TO HOLLEY)

I never did get your name.

HOLLEY:

Oh yes, sorry. It's Shiftwell.

Holley Shiftwell.

MATER:

(TO FINN)

It's Shiftwell. Holley ---

DING! The computer is done analyzing. The cabin lights dim.

FINN:

Finally. Time to see who's behind

all this.

AN IMAGE is blasted between the three of them. It's of a

photograph, a complicated melange of metallic parts stuck

together.

HOLLEY:

(to Mater, expectantly)

What is this?

61.

MATER:

Well, that's one of the worst

engines ever made. It'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...

HOLLEY:

Yes, OK, right. But who's engine is

this, Mater?

MATER:

Well, it's kinda hard to tell from

this picture, ain't it?

HOLLEY:

But you're the one who took it.

FINN:

Holley.

HOLLEY:

Oh, right. Yes, of course. "A good

agent gets what he can, then gets

out before he's killed." Sorry.

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