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and the ESPN special

is down the drain

because you banished

the film crew.

- 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.

I'm gonna exterminate this Bug.

Hey.

Where you been? Look at this.

I want to show you something. Huh?

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.

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?

Come on, Herbie.

Hey!

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

Yeah!

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.

Those guys

always use you

to get me to do something.

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.

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.

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.

I don't know

if I can do this.

Time to suit up, Maxx.

Race fans,

please welcome our own Trip Murphy.

We've got 200 names up there.

By the end of the day,

there will be only one.

- Yeah!

- And that driver will face me,

and have a chance

to win $10,000.

Let's race.

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.

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.

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.

Evening.

I hardly recognized you

without your camera crew.

I decided to give them

the night off.

Can we talk?

Alone?

- You OK?

- 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.

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.

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,

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