Cars 2 Page #9

FINN:

Change of plan. You're meeting the

American.

HOLLEY:

What, me?

28.

FINN:

Those thugs down there were on the

oil platform. If they see me, the

whole mission is compromised.

HOLLEY:

No, no. I'm technical, you see. I'm

in Diagnostics. I'm not a field

agent.

FINN:

You are now.

CUT TO:

MATER as he grabs a drink, keeps moving.

MATER:

I'll take one of them.

He snatches it, drops it in the back where we now see a large

assortment of drinks balanced.

MATER:

Never know which one McQueen'll

have a hankering for.

He approaches a sushi bar.

MATER:

Hey, what you got here that's free?

How about that pistachio ice cream?

He refers to wasabi, of course.

SUSHI CHEF:

No, no. Wasabi.

MATER:

Oh, same ol', same ol'. What's up

with you? That looks delicious.

The chef starts to carve a small scoop aside for Mater.

MATER:

Uh, a little more, please.

It is free, right?

(the chef adds more)

Keep it coming. A little more. Come

on, let's go, it's free! You're

getting there... Scoop scoop!

The chef gives in. Scoops a baseball-sized ball out.

29.

MATER:

There you go. Now THAT's a scoop of

ice cream.

SUSHI CHEF:

(in Japanese, subtitles)

My condolences.

CUT BACK TO:

MILES AXLEROD - He's now nearly done with his intros.

MILES AXLEROD:

... and now, our last competitor ---

Number 95, Lightning McQueen!

MCQUEEN approaches the microphone, flashes his headlights.

MCQUEEN:

Thank you so much for having us,

Sir Axlerod. I really look forward

to racing. This is a great

opportunity.

MILES AXLEROD:

Oh, the pleasure is all ours,

Lightning. You and your team bring

excellence and professionalism to

this competition.

As if on cue, Mater arrives with a piercing scream of pain.

Everyone turns as he charges head first toward the stage,

making a bee-line for that FOUNTAIN.

MATER:

Somebody get me water!

He laps up water from the fountain like a diabetic cat.

MATER:

(LAPPING WATER)

Sweet relief...

Miles Axlerod is shocked. The crowd can't believe it.

Francesco cackles. Mater, now sated, approaches the mic.

MATER:

(to the crowd)

Whatever you do, do not eat the

free pistachio ice cream. It has

turned!

MCQUEEN:

Sir Axlerod, I can explain. This is

Mater.

30.

MILES AXLEROD:

I know him. This is the bloke that

called into the television show.

(TO MATER)

You're the one I have to thank.

MATER:

No, thank you. This trip's been

amazing.

MILES AXLEROD:

(TO MCQUEEN)

He's a little excited, isn't he?

TILT DOWN to reveal a pool of oil beneath Mater.

MCQUEEN:

Mater!

MATER:

But wait, I... oh, shoot.

McQueen quickly pulls Mater aside, out of earshot of Miles

Axlerod and the others. McQueen is beside himself.

MCQUEEN:

Mater, you have to get a hold of

yourself. You're making a scene.

MATER:

But I never leak oil. Never.

MCQUEEN:

Go take care of yourself right now.

Mater drives off.

ON MATER - MOMENTS LATER

He drives through the party, frantic.

MATER:

Coming through! Excuse me, leakin'

oil. Where's the bathroom? Thank

you. I gotta go!

Someone points Mater down a hallway. He whips around the

CORNER ---

--- and STOPS. Finds himself in front of TWO BATHROOM DOORS,

neither of which clearly indicate MALE or FEMALE.

31.

MATER:

(CONFUSED)

What the...

Mater chooses one, drives inside. A SHRIEK is heard and Mater

zips out.

MATER:

Sorry ladies!

He heads into the other door ---

CUT TO:

INT. MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT

Mater rolls in, still `holding it in' like a kid.

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