Cars 2 Page #20

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IN THE MARKET - MOMENTS LATER

Mater rolls along, impressed by the goods for sale.

MATER:

You gotta be kidding me - they've

got everything here. Look at them

hoods! I could use a hood.

Mater continues on though, heeding Finn's advice.

MATER:

Sorry fellers, I gotta go.

INT. ENCLOSED MARKETPLACE - DAY

Mater, now out of sight of Finn and Holley, passes a darkened

stall. He STOPS, peers in. There's someone in there.

MATER:

Excuse me. What are you selling?

It suddenly OPENS its headlights revealing... EYES!! In

French, the mutant car pitches his wares to Mater. Mater

FREAKS OUT, speeds off, TERRIFIED.

AROUND THE CORNER - FINN AND HOLLEY

A few car lengths ahead of Mater. They roll along, looking

for... Aha! Finn and Holley recede into the shadows.

In FINN'S SIDE MIRROR: TOMBER, a three-wheeled parts dealer,

argues with a French customer.

FINN:

There you are.

Mater suddenly turns the corner, sees Finn and Holley.

MATER:

Man, there are some great ---

FINN:

Mater, get back!

Too late. Tomber sees Mater, then notices FINN, reflected in

a hubcap. He BOLTS. Finn and Holley give chase.

MATER:

Hey, wait for me!

Tomber, skidding away, kicks a tent in Finn's way. Holley

quickly pivots RIGHT and disappears. Where did she go?

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Finn, hot in pursuit, leaps another obstacle and loses ground

TO ---

--- Tomber who turns a corner and finds himself grill to

grill with HOLLEY. He whips to the left but TURNS OVER,

rolling sideways and CRASHING to a stop.

Holley ZAPS him with ELECTROSHOCKERS. Finn suddenly arrives,

stops her.

FINN:

(TO HOLLEY)

Have you lost your mind?!

HOLLEY:

But I thought ---

FINN:

Mater! This chap needs a tow. Hook

him up.

MATER:

Sure thing.

CUT TO:

MOMENTS LATER - Mater tows Tomber, following Finn and Holley.

TOMBER:

You rusty piece of junk, get your

dirty hook off me!

INT. A SMALL GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER

Finn throws open a door. Cars scatter like cockroaches.

FINN:

(to the cars)

Allez! Maintenant - vite!

Mater unhooks an angry Tomber who spits in French. Finn pulls

the door down. As it LATCHES TIGHT ---

TOMBER:

(TO FINN)

Electroshock! Are you kidding me??

FINN:

Easy, Tomber. This is her first

field assignment - she didn't know

you were my informant.

HOLLEY:

Informant?

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TOMBER:

A rookie, eh? I never liked new car-

smell.

Holley FUMES with anger.

FINN:

Tomber was doing 20 to life in a

Moroccan impound the first time I

saved him, if I recall correctly.

TOMBER:

Speaking of recalls, you're getting

up there in mileage aren't you,

Finn?

HOLLEY:

Alright, we get it. You both know

each other, you're both old. So.

Holley shoots a HOLOGRAPHIC PHOTO of the engine in front of

Tomber.

HOLLEY:

There you go, informant. Inform us.

Tomber eyes the photo. He recoils, unimpressed.

TOMBER:

That is the worst motor ever made.

Suddenly, Tomber narrows his gaze.

TOMBER:

Wait. That oil filter... those

wheel bearings.

FINN:

Do those parts look familiar,

Tomber?

TOMBER:

They should. I sold them.

HOLLEY:

To whom?

TOMBER:

No idea. He's my best customer, but

he always does his business over

the phone. I was always wondering

why he needs so many parts. Now I

know.

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MATER:

Well, a lemon needs parts. Ain't

nothing truer than that.

FINN:

"Lemon?"

MATER:

Yeah, you know. Cars that don't

ever work right. Lemons is a tow

truck's bread and butter. Like them

Gremlins and Pacers we run into at

the party and the race and the

airport.

FINN:

Holley, pull up the pictures from

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