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- You're one hell of a driver, Mr. Buckman,

just the man we need on our team.

You'd like to drive for Modern Motors, wouldn't you?

- Yes, sir.

- There's stiff competition against you.

This race is very important to you, Coy.

Do you understand what I mean?

- Yes, I understand, if I win.

- That's right, if you win.

I see you've brought a companion with you.

- She wanted to come.

- Aren't you afraid she might die?

(ominous music)

That's what happens to girls who drive with you, isn't it?

(ominous music)

(woman gasping)

(gunfire blasting)

(ominous music)

(Coy gasping)

- [Zippo] Have I adjusted everything perfect?

You ask me if I've adjusted everything perfect.

How long have I been your mechanic, five years, six years?

Forever.

And you ask me if everything's perfect.

This car is so fine tuned,

you could play it like a piano.

Maybe open it up,

there's gonna be some new speed records to beat.

Been a lot of speed laws broken.

Go on and ask me.

The suspension is so tight, man,

you're gonna look like a kangaroo leaving the line.

Now ask me about the tires.

- What the hell are you doing Zippo

at four God damn 30 in the morning?

You're gonna wake Linda.

- You want a good car or a great car?

- 4:30 in the morning, I want a good night's sleep.

- When I'm finished with this machine,

all you gotta do is set the dial for when

and you'll wake up at the finish line.

I wouldn't let Cannonball Buckman race

in anything but the best.

(men laughing)

- Hey, step on it, will ya?

And don't drop it,

we want to blow up the crowd, not us.

- Calm down.

Relax.

- How fast does he gotta go before that, you know?

- Well 160, maybe 165.

He won't be able to open this baby up

till he gets way out of town,

but when he does, boom.

(knocking on door)

- Just a minute, please.

Whoever you are, it's five in the morning.

Couldn't it wait?

- Mrs. Schulenberg? - Yeah.

- Yes, I'm Butel Morris.

I came by to pick up your car.

You see, I want to get a headstart

so that I can get your car into New York for you

by next week.

- Oh.

All right now, here are the keys and here the papers.

Now there's no driving at night

and no driving over 55 miles an hour.

- Oh, no ma'am.

- Uh huh, so we'll see you one week from today

in New York City at the Mayflower Hotel.

- Yes, ma'am, mmhmm.

- I didn't know he was um.

- Who knew?

(upbeat music)

(car horn beeping)

- There she is.

- Yeah, only 20 minutes late.

Come on.

(girls giggling)

God, are we glad to see you.

- Check your asses, ladies.

Come on, time to change uniforms.

Come on, get ready, get ready.

- Sandy honey, after hauling ass in that hell's kitchen

for six months just so you could hustle up this truck

for two itty bitty days, we're ready.

- Yeah, well then let's move it.

(women screaming)

- You gonna get your suit all messed up

you sit on the curb like that.

- Well it don't make no difference.

I ain't doing no TV spot tonight.

- When this is all over, boy,

you gonna be turning down offers right and left.

You gonna be a star.

- Uh huh, hillbilly heaven

with the rest of them dead old boys.

- I busted my hump setting up this ride with Cade Redman

and the least you can do is act a little grateful.

(tires screeching)

- Holy mother of pearl.

You mean we going all the way to New York

in this coon ass Cadillac?

Hi Mr. Redman.

- Well put her in her boy, we got fish to fry.

- [Mother] Car feels like a winner, Mr. Redman.

- Thank you, ma'am, my profession.

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(gentle guitar music)

- Hi, Dennis Caldwell here

at the Santa Monica Pier in sunny southern California.

For the last three years,

the appearance of this cryptic ad in Motorist Magazine

has signaled the running

of the Trans America Grand Prix Auto Race.

This underground sporting event is open to anyone

holding a valid license

driving any kind of four wheeled land-based vehicles.

Contestants choose any cross-country route they wish

and there's $100,000 waiting

for the sweat-drenched, high test hot rodder

who gets his ticket stamped first

at a certain garage of New York City's lower west side.

Most of the drivers...

(cool suave music)

- Good luck.

- Hi Brad.

- Hey Beer.

What's that TV crew doing here?

I thought this race was supposed to be a secret.

- They're cool.

They shooting a documentary on the whole race.

It won't be shown until next week.

Besides, who do you think's putting up the prize money?

(suave music)

- Wolfe Messer,

champion of countless European auto races.

Let him get his hat on.

What brings you all the way to LA

for a race that might land you in jail

and doesn't even officially exist?

- Well it is the spirit of the race that attracts me,

but also the fact that anyone can participate

and anything goes.

That makes for a very exciting race.

I also find irresistible $100,000.

(upbeat music)

- Now here's an interesting entry.

You kids look more like surfers

than you do racing drivers.

- Well, the surf's been pretty bad this year.

- Well tell me have you raced this...

- Corvette - Corvette in any other races?

- No.

- Well see, it isn't exactly our car.

Daddy, if you've been watching this, everything's okay.

We'll be bringing the car back in about a week.

- Tell me something,

well anyway, I sure wish you luck

and I bet that $100,000

is gonna buy you a lot of surf boards, isn't it?

- If we win, we're gonna buy ourselves

a house on the beach.

- In Hawaii.

- Aren't they darling?

- Hi dad, win the race and the money.

- This is from the kids and me, dear.

We want you to drink a toast to your loving family

after you cross the finish line.

- Bye daddy, don't forget to bring me a present.

- Harriet, everything I'm doing

is because of you and the children.

- We're trying to get a word here with Brad Phillips,

organizer of the race.

Brad, tell me, your race has been called

an outlaw sporting event.

Do you have any comment on that?

- Well, the police and safety officials around the country

get upset because our drivers

tend to exceed the speed limits.

- Are you saying you're promoting illegality?

- No, no, I didn't say that.

- Sir, have you seen this?

- They're doing it again.

- Well they're in for a surprise.

If they're racing anywhere,

they're gonna race to the impound lot.

- [Secretary] Yes, sir?

- Get me Brad Phillips on the phone

and tell him it's the district attorney.

Tell him we're entering his race.

Then get me the highway patrol.

(upbeat music)

- [Female] Sandy, take the detour.

Sandy, Sandy!

- [Sandy] I'm going over it.

(girls screaming)

- You made it.

(girls giggling)

- [Construction Worker] Well I'll be dipped.

- I knew you couldn't pass up this damn race.

Consider yourself busted.

- [Coy] Don't give me that crap, Linda.

- Do you know what happens to parolees

who cross state lines without permission?

- I don't give a damn about that red tape.

My brother put up $6,000 for this car

and I got a chance to win with it.

My whole future is at stake.

- One speeding ticket and you're back in prison,

that's our future.

Coy, you know how I feel about you.

I've never pulled rank on you before,

but I am legally responsible.

- That's a technicality.

This race is my last chance to get my career back together.

- Oh face facts, Coy,

your racing career into when that girl died.

- Excuse me, Coy,

just wanted to wish you good luck.

- Mr. Hooper, this is my friend, Linda Maxwell.

This is Kim Hooper.

He's the manager of the Modern Motors racing team.

- Nice to meet you, Miss Maxwell.

We could sure use a man like Coy

on the Modern Motors team.

- Yeah, what about my competitor?

- I'm gonna wish him luck too.

I expect one of you will be driving for me next year.

You two gentlemen know each other, don't you?

Mr. Redman, Mr. Buckman.

- I believe we've run into each other once or twice.

- Got amnesia about that cheap shit you pulled

in Darlington in '72?

Well, here's a little piece of information for you,

I mean to win this one.

And if you so much as come within 100 miles of me,

you're gonna wind up with my tire tracks right up your ass.

- There goes your competition.

- Guy's so mean I bet he got to jack off in the morning,

get his heart started.

- Attention, attention right now, drivers.

The police are on their way to bust the race.

The post time has been moved up

to exactly 60 seconds from now.

- Oh shit!

- Every highway patrolman from here to Philadelphia

will be out to nail you.

I advise you all to stick to the backroads

as much as possible.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

(engines revving)

- Jesus Christ, no freeways.

How the hell do they expect us to make any time

on the backroads?

- Well, we may not break any speed records

but we'll make time, don't worry.

- [Butel] What?

- Look, I'm serious, Coy,

I am going to have to report you.

Coy!

- You're going with me.

(engines revving)

- You stupid son of a bitch!

Hey Coy!

- Hey Bennie, where you been?

I thought you weren't gonna show up.

- Hey what, are you kidding me?

You think I'm gonna miss my kid brother's big race

after he got out?

Linda, hey, what are you doing here?

- Bennie, will you talk some sense to him?

- I got to go, Bennie.

You look great, you've really given me a shot, thanks.

- Listen, if you think I'm doing it just to get into heaven,

you're wrong.

I got a bundle bet on you.

You are gonna win it, ain't you?

- I will if you get your head out the window.

- I love you, kid.

Good luck.

(suave music)

- Oh no, I knew we'd be late.

Now we're gonna have to go twice as fast to catch up.

- [Female] Hey, don't worry about it.

We'll catch up before they hit the state line.

- [Female] We're gonna get 'em, don't worry.

New York, here we come.

- [Brad] Here they come.

Come on, let's get that banner down.

(sirens blaring)

- You think those girls in the van really have a chance?

- They got a better chance than we do.

Come on, let's get this thing down, come on.

(sirens blaring)

- Philips, your race is over.

This is an injunction.

- Race, what race?

(upbeat music)

- Stupid American cars.

They look like Tootsie Rolls on wheels.

(upbeat music)

- [Zippo] Hey Coy, police lady!

Wait till he gets a load of this.

How do you like my new car?

It's like looking in a mirror, ain't it?

- Jesus Zippo, you didn't enter the race like that?

- I wanted to look my best

so I figured good friends should drive similar cars.

- What the hell kind of a friend are you, Zippo?

- Ah relax, Coy.

This machine don't have any more guts under the hood

than yours does.

They're exactly the same.

- I guess this must be your idea of some kind of a joke.

- Hey, I don't promise I won't out drive you though.

Cannonball Buckman is gonna win this race

with or without you.

- Even my hat, go on, you turkey.

- Wait a minute, Coy, no fair going over 55.

I think the police have their eye on you.

- Zippo's my best friend but he's crazy.

- Coy, you're really not going

to make me drive all the way to New York with you.

- No, I'm not.

Your my security in case we ran into the cops.

- Somehow I am going to have to explain this

to the board when we get back.

- Yeah, they'll love it

when they hear about your method for rehabilitating me.

- No, no, nein, nein, nein,

I'm very pleased to accept this award, award,

that's it, yeah, very good.

I'm very pleased to accept this ward.

Jesus Christ, I can't say that word.

I'll think of something else.

(suave music)

(Wolfe laughing)

I got you good, cop.

Yes.

(upbeat music)

♪ When you go ♪

♪ Oh, I'll be missing you so ♪

- [Lester] What is wrong with it?

- [Female] You're playing A natural instead of A flat.

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bennie, come on in, sit down.

You like Cole Porter?

- [Bennie] Yeah, sure.

- Listen to this, something I'm writing myself.

♪ Oh, how I'll cry when you go ♪

♪ Then, I'll be missing you so ♪

That's all I got.

What do you think?

- Oh, yeah, it's nice, yeah.

- You know something, Bennie?

It's never too late.

I always wanted to know how to play the piano.

Well, now I got two of them.

I always wanted to know how to write songs.

Well, now I can.

- Yeah, I always wanted to be rich.

- Yeah well maybe you will be.

Is your brother winning?

- Sure, he's winning.

In fact, he's doing so good,

I'd like to put another $10,000 on it.

- $10,000?

I can't do it, Bennie, you're not good for it.

You know it and I know it.

- What do you mean, Lester?

I set this deal up for you.

You're gonna make a fortune.

Buckman Cannonball can't lose.

There's only one serious threat

and I've got Sharp taking care of him.

- Yeah, when is the blessed event to take place?

- When he hits 165,

out in the desert someplace.

I even bribed those two TV guys in the helicopter

to keep tabs on any of the drivers in the race.

You know just in case somebody

gets moving a little too fast.

So what do you say, Lester,

you'll cover me for the $50,000?

♪ Oh, how I hate to say no ♪

- That isn't Cole Porter, Lester.

(upbeat music)

- He's cooking.

Looks like we have a little race on our hands.

(upbeat music)

(Wolfe laughing)

Jesus Christ, this is fun.

(upbeat music)

No, no, nein, nein, nein.

(upbeat music) (tires screeching)

Silly Americans don't know what they're doing,

they think roaring cars are race cars.

Hello there.

Nice to looking foil you have.

Maybe I can see if you can catch me,

(speaking in foreign language).

(engine revving)

That (speaking in foreign language) was something

(speaking in foreign language).

- I bet this car could beat anything on the road.

- This car is a winner.

♪ There's some who drive for money ♪

♪ There's some to ride for a joint ♪

♪ But there's not a one can drive me wild like my ♪

- Uh oh, look at this thing coming here.

- [Maryann] Whoa.

- God damn, there's nobody's got a chance

against that car.

That's one of the fastest production cars in the world.

♪ But there's not a one can drive me wild ♪

♪ Like my green-eyed surfer boy ♪

(moaning)

- Mike, Bennie, I want to make a little bet

on the Trans American Grand Prix.

- [Announcer] Chicago and JFK now boarding-

- Sure, it's unofficial,

but everybody knows about it.

- [Announcer] Continental flight number 10

for Chicago and JFK.

- Look, it's my brother for Christ sakes.

Look, can you cover me or not?

Okay, can you handle $20,000?

- [Announcer] Airlines flight number 16

direct jet service to Albuquerque

is now boarding- - Mike, that's my plane.

I'll call you from Albuquerque.

Yeah, I'm following the race.

Okay thanks, see ya.

- [Announcer] Would Mrs. Ethel Schwartz

please come to Alleghany?

(upbeat music)

(car horn beeping)

- Hey, hey, hey, one of you fine beauties

want to come over here and ride with the man

who's gonna win this race?

- Buckle up for safety, girls.

I'm gonna put a little dent in our friend's pace.

(upbeat music)

(tires screeching) (horn honking)

Nice, huh?

♪ Do re mi fa so la ti do ♪

♪ Do re mi fa so la ti do ♪

♪ Ti la so fa mi re do ♪

- Hey, hey man, you're blasting my head off

with that shit, give it a rest.

- Geez, I got to limber up

before I go on the air, don't I?

- You want me to make it easy for ya?

- Look, Mr. Redman, our deal was to pay your way

while Perman plays his way.

- Our deal was for me to drive us to the winner.

♪ Do re mi fa so la ti do ♪

- Um, I think we could all use a little pit stop,

Mr. Redman.

- We ain't stopping for nothing.

If you want to freshen up,

use that pisser tube back there.

- What, are you kidding?

- You better cross your legs real tight

'cause I ain't stopping

till we're past that red Countach.

- Geez, Mr. Redman,

I believe you're bout enough

to make a freight train turn down the dirt road.

(Perman giggling)

- Don't press your luck, asshole.

♪ Do re mi ♪

- [Cade] Gonna get me a little red meat.

(Cade laughing)

(upbeat music)

- [Perman] Mr. Redman would you ease up a bit?

(Mr. Redman laughing)

You're tailgating.

- Mr. Redman, please!

(tires screeching)

You coulda killed that boy.

- You're catching on mamason, you're catching on.

- Breaker, breaker, this is Cannonball calling Zippo.

I got a 1033 right behind you on Route 17.

Can you read me, Zippo?

- Cannonball, this is Zippo.

We read your 1033 and I'm on my way to your 20.

(tires screeching)

- Coy.

I'm not afraid,

there's no reason for me to change cars.

- You'll be safer with Zippo.

- Yeah, but I'm in it now

and I want to see it through to the end with you.

- Jesus man, what the hell is happening?

I saw Redman running belly to the ground back there.

- Your turn to play cavalry, man.

Redman's trying to cream my ass

so we decided

that Linda better keep company with you for awhile.

- Coy.

- Please.

- Hey listen, I'm always willing to come to the assistance

of a damsel in distress.

I tell you what, Coy,

I'll I trade you my magic hat for the lady.

(upbeat music)

(horn honking)

- Here comes Black Beauty again.

- I can take care of this rookie.

- Aw, isn't he cute?

- [Stanley] Hey!

- [Female] Hey, what's happening?

- Hey, that was nice

what you guys did for me back there.

Now I'm gonna give you one more chance.

- You want a souvenir this race?

- Yeah, get me a souvenir.

- All right.

- Come on now, what y'all got over there for me now?

Oh, oh yeah.

- Oh, are you sure you want that?

You really want it?

You really, really want it?

(horn honking)

- What's wrong with you?

And where'd you get your license from?

Hey, and wait up!

(horn beeping)

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

- Terry!

Darling, I'm so happy to see you.

Did you bring me something from Hollywood?

- Louisa, have I ever forgotten to bring you something?

- Oh champagne.

Oh, should we open it now

or drink it after we win the race?

Oh $100,000 here we come.

Mmm.

- You like that?

I haven't eaten this shit in six months.

Do I look like I've lost weight to you?

- No Lester, no. - No, nothing.

- Hey Lester, we got a lot of money riding on this thing.

What makes you so sure Bennie is gonna deliver for you?

- I got to go back on my diet.

This stuff is-

- Hey, I'm gonna tell you something,

you look very good fat, you know what I mean?

It does something for you.

And I'll tell you something else,

that creep is running fourth.

Don't bet he know what's gonna happen to him

if his brother don't come in first.

- Fellas, listen, I'm gonna talk to Bennie

in St. Louis this evening.

If his brother's still behind,

I'll lean on him a little bit.

Don't worry, you got nothing to worry about.

Cannonball Buckman is gonna win this race

one way or another.

- Come in, Hawkeye, this is Control.

- [Hawkeye] This is Hawkeye, we read you, Control.

- [Bennie] How's my boy doing?

- Cannonball, the German is way ahead of him.

So is some guy in a '71 Dodge.

Plus, he's getting some serious competition

from the other red Trans Am.

- Well, wait a second, the other red Trans Am?

- Yeah, some clown with a baseball cap.

If your boy doesn't get a move on,

he can kiss the prize goodbye.

- Well Sharpe,

it looks like you get to do your number after all.

- Well yes Jay, I would have to say

that this great sporting event

is the most thrilling and I believe truly inspired

occasions of which I have ever been partook.

In consequence of which, I have written a song

called, "My Racing Heart"

which has been suggested by this momentum race.

- [Jay] Okay, all you KMX listeners,

we got Perman Waters for you now

with a special live performance

of his new hit song, "My Racing Heart".

Take it away, Perman

♪ I've been planning for months ♪

♪ Just how I can win ♪

(cars crashing)

- [Jay] Uh Perman.

- Mr. D.J., don't stop the interview.

Nothing's wrong,

we're just getting a little static.

- [Jay] What's going on?

- Take two.

- [Jay] Okay listeners,

you're hearing it first on KMX, over the hits.

♪ I've been planning for months just how I can win ♪

(cars crashing) (people yelling)

(engine revving)

- This is very beautiful country.

Reminds me of Bavaria.

Just think Wolfe,

12 months ago, this would be Germany.

Pity, pity.

(tires screeching)

(sirens blaring)

I see we're going to have some trouble, Wolfe.

They say anything goes in this race.

(sirens blaring)

- Jim, there's a hot dogger

in a yellow Pantera coming your way.

You want to cut him off for me?

- Okay, I've got a copy on that, 10/4.

- Come on.

(sirens blaring)

Yeah, yeah, this is good.

(Wolfe humming dramatic music)

(car exploding)

- Oh Jesus, I hope they didn't connect him with the race.

Now listen, you promised me

that this wouldn't be broadcast

until after the race was over, now didn't you?

- Absolutely, you have my word of honor.

♪ Racing across the nation ♪

♪ And all I want to win is your love ♪

♪ It's the kind of prize a man can be proud of ♪

♪ Be proud of ♪

♪ I'll keep driving, driving, driving ♪

♪ I don't know what else I can do ♪

♪ Till my racing heart drives me home to you ♪

- Hey Jim.

Jim, honey, wake up.

Listen to this, honey, listen.

- Oh shit, how long has that been going on?

Stop the car.

- I just noticed it.

- God damn, it's the fan belt.

Let's get it to a gas station before the damn thing breaks.

Come on.

(engine revving)

♪ I'm pounding down that speedway to you ♪

♪ The others fall behind ♪

♪ Their spirits sag ♪

♪ I'm out in front with a heart that loves you true ♪

♪ Oh, darling, please give me that checkered flag ♪

♪ Oh I'm racing cross the nation ♪

♪ And all I want to win is your love ♪

♪ It's the kind ♪

(cars crashing)

(upbeat music)

(cars crashing)

(upbeat music)

(gunfire blasting)

(Cade laughing)

- Hey, son of a bitch,

you threw my gun out the window.

- Son of a bitch.

Where the hell?

Redman.

(Coy groaning)

(car rattling)

- [Larry] Hello.

What can I do for you?

- I need a fan belt.

This one's just about had it.

- Oh, I'm sorry mister, I don't carry anything like that.

You'll have to go to an auto supply place.

- You got a piece of tape or something I could use

to hold it together till I get there?

- Yeah, I can give you some tape.

Don't know how long it'll hold though.

- Where's the nearest place

where we can get a fan belt?

- Oh 'bout 200 miles.

- You can't miss 'em, Sharpe.

Whoever he is, he's driving a Trans Am and he's alone.

- You want me to delay him for a little while or?

- Delay shit, I want him out of the race, baby.

- Consider him dead.

(Coy groaning)

- [Coy] Cade.

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

- Are we in Denver yet?

- Yeah, that's Denver over there.

That's Kansas City,

let's call that St. Louis

and over there is the big apple, fun city.

- Oh Terry.

- This way, dear.

- He always said it wasn't fair

that he had to report to my office.

So one evening, I reported to his place.

Yeah I know, it was supposed to be a joke really

except nobody laughed

and here we are.

- Yeah.

- You've been Coy's friend for a long time,

haven't you, Zippo?

- Sure, yeah.

We grew up together, went to the same school,

learned to drive at the same time.

First time I got drunk, I was with Coy.

First time I, you know, got laid,

I was with Coy on a double date.

You know people used to say I looked like Coy.

- Really?

- I used to comb my hair different then.

- Oh, I guess that made all the difference.

- Yeah.

- Zippo, were you in the car that night the girl was killed?

- Sure, I was there.

I was drunk out of my mind, I mean gone.

I could hardly keep my hands on the steering wheel.

- You were driving?

- Yeah.

- Then why did Coy say-

- I don't know, you'll have to ask him.

- Zippo, why did you let him?

- I don't know.

I guess I owe him one, huh?

- Yeah, me too.

(sirens blaring)

- [Coy] Uh oh.

(sirens blaring)

- [Sharpe] All right buddy, pull over.

(mysterious music)

- Just trying to keep up with the flow of traffic-

- Turn around, put your hands on the roof, please.

Spread your arms on the roof, please.

Spread 'em a little wider.

That a boy.

You want to step your legs back a little bit?

That's good, just relax.

Stay right there, just a routine procedure.

- What the hell?

(upbeat music) (men grunting)

(Coy sighs)

Hmm, you're no cop.

Who are ya, huh?

Friend of Cade Redman's huh?

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(both giggling)

- [Louisa] How we doing, honey?

- If this is Lake Erie, we're getting close.

- I'm getting close.

- It's about time.

Geez, what happened to you?

- You told me this guy was a lightweight.

He fought like a bull.

- Wait a second,

did he have short, blonde hair about my color,

stand about 6'1?

- Yeah.

- You moron, that's my brother, Coy.

No wonder you got your chops busted.

- I'm the moron?

I'm the moron?

- All right Sharpe, you ain't no moron.

- He was alone, God damn it.

He was driving a red Trans Am.

- I sure hope you didn't slow him down too much.

- I didn't slow him down at all.

(gentle music)

- [Hawkeye] This is Hawkeye, calling Command.

Do you read me, Command?

- Yeah, this is Command, I read you, Hawkeye.

- I've got that lineup that you asked for.

- [Sharpe] Okay, let me have it.

- About 40 miles up the road

is the other red Trans Am making very good time.

Cade Redman's in second place holding his own

and then comes your brother in his Trans Am

moving up faster on old Cade.

- [Bennie] Brother's in third place?

- [Hawkeye] Yeah, sorry about that.

Then comes the all girl team about 30 miles back

and then hot on their tales

is the black guy in the Lincoln.

- You better catch the next flight to St. Louis.

- All right.

- We're gonna have to do something there

about changing this lineup.

- Oh no mama, I'm not kidding.

I think we oughta cut this crazy sucker loose.

I mean I can't believe you let him stop for more beer.

I mean he's already driving like a scaldy dog.

- Never mind, I got a better chance of handling him

if he's pie-eyed.

The front seat don't know it

but the back seat is still pulling the strings.

- Well, I hope so.

(tires screeching)

Oh God, there's trouble.

- Ah, best damn vitamins there is,

better than spinach.

Better than fur burgers,

better than pasta.

Better take some, you might need the energy.

- No thanks.

I just got a little light work to do.

(upbeat music) (men grunting)

- That Buckman boy's gonna be on our tail

like stink on shit.

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(sirens blaring)

- What's happening?

Oh, that's what's happening.

- God Sandy, you can't be trying to outrun 'em.

- Listen ladies, time is critical.

Far from first place

but we still got a shot at it

if we just get rid of these creeps.

- Ooh, honey, here come the stud patrol.

- And y'all just know boys will be boys

- Good morning, ladies.

May I see your license please?

- [Sandy] Oh yeah.

- Out of state?

I'm sorry but you ladies

will have to come back to town with us and post bail.

- Oh gosh officer, will that take very long?

You see, we're kind of in a hurry.

- Oh you're telling me.

- Officer, couldn't we pay the fine right here?

- No, I'm afraid that just wouldn't be possible.

- Oh, we wouldn't mind paying for anything we might've done.

- No, no, we have to take you back into town.

- Uh Len, look since these ladies

are technically under arrest,

I'm going to accompany them back to town in their van

and you take the car.

- No, I'll go with the girls.

You drive.

- No Len, just do as I say,

it'll work out better.

I know what I'm doing.

Len, I have been on this force

three months longer than you have.

- Your ass, junior G man.

- Now wait just a God damn minute,

do you recall the?

- There's no problem.

Just follow me.

(gentle music)

♪ All these troubled times were fine ♪

♪ But there's a man that'll be alone on the shoulder ♪

♪ And signs have always told him ♪

♪ They're on both sides of the road ♪

♪ Still on his shoulder ♪

♪ But he don't mind the safe ♪

♪ But he can handle all of this in good time some day ♪

♪ He's just a man like any other man ♪

♪ He likes to win when he can ♪

♪ But when he can then ♪

♪ It's still all right ♪

♪ He's got to do it all over again ♪

♪ It's still all right ♪

♪ It's gonna work out ♪

♪ It's still all right ♪

♪ Whatever comes about just say out loud ♪

♪ And it's still all right ♪

(tires screeching)

(glass breaking)

♪ He never wanted any favors ♪

♪ And giving up is words he never really understood ♪

♪ Then turns around and shows the lover ♪

♪ All the grins he had for years ♪

♪ And oh, they understood ♪

♪ And the girl he can't forget ♪

♪ The one that stood beside him ♪

♪ From the moment that they met ♪

♪ He's just a man like any other man ♪

♪ He likes to win when he can ♪

♪ But when he can't then ♪

♪ It's still alright ♪

♪ He's got to do it all over again ♪

♪ It's still all right ♪

♪ It's gonna work out ♪

♪ It's still all right ♪

♪ What overcomes about to say it out loud ♪

♪ And it's still alright ♪

(gentle piano music)

- [Lester] Hello Bennie.

- Look Lester, I-

- [Lester] You're late, Bennie.

I don't like tardiness

and it seems to run in your family.

Your brother's not winning.

- Look Lester, I'm taking care of it.

- I don't want to hear it, Bennie.

- This is not-

- I don't want to hear it, Bennie.

- Lester.

(gentle piano music) (Bennie grunting)

♪ I'm sorry ♪

♪ I'm sincerely sorry ♪

♪ I'm sorry that it ended this way ♪

♪ Everything looked so fine at the start ♪

♪ I never dreamed that you'd break my heart ♪

♪ I'm sorry that I'm hurting you so ♪

♪ But sometimes that's the way that it goes ♪

♪ You let me down ♪

♪ You made me so blue ♪

♪ But now I know that you're sorry too ♪

- Ah, that's terrific, Lester.

- Bennie, what can I say?

You see how upset we get when your brother runs behind.

Think what might happen if he were to lose.

- Cannonball Buckman!

Aren't you the guy took a bite out of A.J.'s ass

in the '72 Darlington?

Geez, that suspension looks like it fell

off the Empire State Building.

- Hey, you know all that stuff

we been listening to on the radio

about outlaw race and cops and trucks and shit?

Him, dork face, he's running in it.

- You're the outlaw racer.

- Geez, it's a real pleasure, Mr. Cannonball,

a real pleasure.

The car's all wrecked up.

What are you gonna do?

- Not much you can do

unless you boys got some bright idea.

- You could sign your pink slip over to us

and borrow our car.

- Yeah?

What do you got a hot tractor?

- Eh, why don't you come around the back and find out?

- Why not?

- It ain't a Maserati but it ain't bad.

- This?

You're kidding.

Flash, paint, pipes, trick stuff.

That is a racing machine.

This, this is a cruise cruiser.

- Cruise cruiser?

- Six months of work on this cruise cruiser you call it.

- Hey, this is some kiddie car.

Run it down.

- 427 block, 600 ponies,

Dynojet holly pop, Vertex mad.

- S24 speed mixer.

It probably does 100 in a second.

- Maybe it ain't as good as what you had.

It sure beats the hell out of what you got.

- What's in it for you?

- Look, Mr. Buckman,

this Berg is so square,

people think the Avon lady's a movie star.

- If Cannonball Buckman

wins the Trans American Prix in our car,

we're gonna be two heavy dudes.

But you got to say our names on TV.

(girls giggling) (suave music)

- [Stanley] All right, jive turkey.

(car exploding)

(Stanley laughing)

- [Cop] What the hell happened?

Get in there and call for help.

Hey.

- [Cop] I told you you should've gone

with the car into town.

- [Louisa] Mmm, how we doing, honey?

- According to my calculations,

we're coming over the Rockies.

(Louisa laughs)

♪ I'm ready for the green flag at the start ♪

♪ My racing fuel is high octane fire ♪

♪ And my engine is my lonely love ♪

- Hey jockey breathe,

I'm trying to find out about the God damn red Trans Am.

I can't hear nothing

with you fettering like a dying cat in a wind storm.

Now boy, you shut up

or I'm gonna tear your tongue out

and paint you like a barber hole.

- Well now folks,

sorry about all that static in the background.

why don't you good people just turn your crystal sets up

and we'll try it again a little louder?

♪ I'm racing cross the nation ♪

- That's for throwing my damn gun out the window.

- I'm gonna have to hurt you now.

- And I'm gonna help him too.

- Shit, both of you couldn't wake me up

if I was asleep.

- Well what a lot of shit this is.

Don't we have something else?

What about that car race?

- We promised those guys

we wouldn't broadcast this journey

until the race was finished.

- I bought 'em, I can sell 'em,

the public has a right to know.

(tires screeching)

- Fill her up. - Yeah, all right.

- What the hell are we gonna do now?

You got another broadcasts in 15 minutes,

WKBY in Chicago.

- Oh I don't know.

- We're gonna have a little peace and quiet,

God damn, now that's what we're gonna do.

- Lord, thank you.

- Perman, what are you doing?

- Where the hell are you going, boy?

- Well that girl in that car over there's

got a guitar.

(gentle guitar music)

Excuse me,

now you folks probably wouldn't recognize me

out from behind my guitar

but I'm Perman Waters.

- Perman Waters,

we were just listening to you on the radio.

You know I really liked that song.

- Oh why thank, why thank you.

Now you see that's just the thing, darling.

You see I had a little mishap with my own guitar

about half an hour ago,

just sort of fell out the window.

Unless I can borrow another guitar,

I'm not gonna be able to do any more broadcasting.

- You were at the starting line back in LA, weren't you?

You in the race too?

- Yes, we are, we are surely in the race, yes.

- Mr. Waters, I'd be delighted to lend you my guitar.

- Oh, that's wonderful.

- You can give it back to me

when we get in New York.

- [Perman] I will.

Now darling?

- Yes?

- Now sweetheart, you may just conceivably

have saved my career.

Say I bet she's sweeter than a stump broke cow, huh?

So long, folks.

- That was Perman Waters.

- You mean the guy that was just on the radio?

- Yeah.

- Now your next section up here is a real speed trap

and the judge is not a pussycat so be careful.

You know, we had us a real speed wagon in here a while ago.

- What kind of Speedwagon?

- Shiny red Trans Am,

and man, that mother was moving.

- Redman, God damn, it, we'll all land in jail.

- Friar Tuck, Friar Tuck,

this is Robin Hood, do you copy me?

Over.

- Yeah 10/4,

you got Friar Tuck and his merry men.

How's it hanging there, good buddy?

We've been waiting to hear from you all night.

I was thinking to come down there to meet ya

if it was (mumbles).

- Yeah, well I'm feeling fairly merry myself.

I tell you what,

I'd feel a lot better

if you boys would ride out

and give me a hand

with a little faggity ass boy

by the name of Cannonball Buckman,

been trying to run me off the road.

- Yeah, 10/4.

We'll definitely blow his flannels for him.

Give us a 20 on that Cannonball.

- He's driving a red Trans Am

with yellow trim and a blue stripe down the middle,

California license plate.

- Yeah 10/4, you've got Friar Tuck and his merry men.

We're definitely a 10:27 to the runner

and we're out and gone.

- Zippo, who is that?

That's Coy they're talking about.

Try to get him on the radio.

- Breaker, breaker, this is Zippo calling Coy.

Do you read me?

(static jumbling)

Coy, this is Zippo, do you read me?

(upbeat music)

Coy, can you hear me?

Shit.

(upbeat music)

Ah, guess what?

Those are the gorillas waiting to trash Coy.

- Zippo, they'll think this is Coy's car.

- Sure, this is Coy's car.

I'm gonna be Cannonball and you can be Zippo.

- After you, Cannonball.

(tires screeching)

- [Zippo] Okay fellas, come and get it.

(Zippo grunting)

- Okay you turkeys.

(upbeat music) (all grunting)

(engine revving)

- How are you doing hero?

- [Zippo] I think I need a doctor

- [Linda] Coy, look out.

- You okay?

- Not bad.

But you should've seen police lady's Bruce Lee routine.

- Oh yeah?

- Something I picked up at a police raid clinic.

- What's been going on around here anyhow?

- We heard Cade Redman on the radio.

He told 'em to trash you.

- Oh I get it,

those bastards thought you were me.

- Hey man, don't you get it?

I am you, I got the red Trans Am, I got the clothes,

I even got the girl.

All you got is the baseball cap

and those weird low rider wheels.

Where the hell'd you get those?

- You're the mechanic.

You check 'em out, huh?

- Coy, Zippo told me he was driving the car

that night the girl was killed.

Why did you tell me it was you?

- Zippo could never survive in jail.

Let's just say I was doing a friend a favor.

- Coy, I want to drive with you from now on.

I'm worried about Zippo.

He doesn't really know who he is anymore.

- Stay with him and watch him for me, Linda.

If we leave Zippo alone now,

there's just no telling

what kind of trouble he's gonna get into.

The race is almost over, it won't be long.

- You know I'm not his keeper.

- Hey, you know what's the first thing you're gonna do

when you get to New York?

- Yeah, rent a hotel room with a king size bed.

- You said it.

(Linda giggling)

- Hey man, I got some bad news.

Somebody punched a hole in your gas tank

and she's leaking pretty bad.

Can I help you?

- No, you take my girl and get the hell out of here.

And I'm warning you,

soon as I get this thing fixed,

I'm gonna be back on the road

and the old Cannonball is gonna be passing you

like you weren't even there.

- What do you mean?

I'm old Cannonball now.

- Oh.

- Come on, Linda.

Happy highways, Zippo.

- Hey darling.

- Hmm?

- How 'bout if instead of buying a house

with the money we win,

we were to invest in a political campaign

and get me elected mayor of Santa Monica?

I mean all the kids'd vote for me.

- Sure, okay.

Sure then you could run for governor of California.

- And if I win that,

I could run for president of the United States.

- That sounds pretty good.

- We could buy a house anywhere we want

if we were president and first lady.

- Don't you think you ought to try

for something small first though

like dog catcher?

I'm only kidding you.

I'd back you up.

You want to be president?

Careful.

(tires screeching)

- [Man] Hey, look at that.

- Oh no.

(tires screeching) (upbeat music)

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

- Hey man.

Hey wake up, you're falling asleep.

- Honk the horn, he can't hear you.

(horn beeping)

(tires screeching)

- [Stanley] Sorry.

- If only I'd held out for one more hour.

I don't know where we're gonna find a fan belt

this time in the morning.

- Well I guess we haven't got much choice.

We may as well check out that shopping center over there.

- Hmm.

(engine revving)

- Let's face it,

the only way we're gonna get a fan belt around here

is if we steal one from one of those cars.

What do you think?

- We could leave 'em some money

and a note explaining why we had to do it.

- Okay, you write the note.

- Shall we try the yellow car?

I'll check the doors.

It's locked.

Hey senator.

- [Jim] Yeah?

- How do you spell reimburse?

- I think it's r-e-i-m-b-u-r.

- R-e-i?

- B-u-r-s-e.

- B-u-r-l-e?

- S-e. - Uh oh.

Hi.

- Good morning.

What's going on here?

- Well my battery died

and this young man here was kind enough

to try and help me start it.

- What are you doing with the crow bar?

- Her hood release is busted

and this is the only way I can get it open.

- Here, let me see that.

Fixed as rain.

You got a jumper cable?

- I have one in here.

Here you go.

- All right, now you get that battery charged up.

You wouldn't want to be stuck out here again.

You might not be so lucky next time.

- You're absolutely right, I will.

Thank you very much.

- Pleasure.

- You have a nice day now.

- [Officer] Pleasure.

- Hey that was pretty fast thinking.

- Oh, thank you.

You think he's gonna be back?

- Not before I get this on I hope.

- You think five dollars is enough?

- Yeah.

Just got to tighten this thing up a little bit.

(sirens blaring)

Quick, get in the car.

(sirens blaring)

- [Maryann] Oh, what are we gonna do?

- [Jim] You're gonna drive.

- [Maryann] Me drive?

- All right buddy, hold it right there.

Hey!

(engine revving)

Hey, get that car!

(sirens blaring)

Hey you!

Hold it right there!

Hey!

(tires screeching)

Hey you!

(upbeat music)

- Ah, there's the entrance to the turn pike.

- Hey, you think any of 'em got here yet?

- Not the shadow of a chance.

But they'll be here soon.

Take me down.

- Yeah well as a matter of fact, Larry,

I would like to dedicate my song

to a very, very pretty young lady

who lent me her guitar awhile back when my,

my favorite blondie met with an unfortunate accident.

♪ I've been planning for months just how I could win ♪

(engine revving)

♪ Nation ♪

- What the God damn hell are you trying to do,

you Frankenstein?

- I'm gonna pull a thorn out of my side permanently.

- Mr. Redman, please.

(men grunting)

Bye now, Perman, Dharma.

New ride, hear?

(upbeat music) (tires screeching)

(sirens blaring)

Son of a bitch.

- Hey! - You rabbit sheriff.

(Cade laughing) (upbeat music)

(Cade laughing)

(gunfire blasting)

(tires screeching)

(Cade laughing)

What the hell?

(Cade yelling)

(car exploding)

(upbeat jazz music)

(man humming)

- All right sweet pea,

let's see if you worth the 10,000 smackers

them honkies put out for ya.

Nah.

(upbeat music)

(engine revving)

(Stanley grunting)

- Green.

Now who's gonna be first here, huh?

Ah, here we go.

Come on.

Good boy, yeah, that's a boy, come right to me.

Uh uh, come on.

Come on.

(gunfire blasting)

(Linda screaming) (tires screeching)

(car exploding)

(Stanley gasping)

(man grunting)

(man yelling)

- Oh my God.

- [Jim] Let me put her in the car.

- But isn't it dangerous to move her?

- We have no choice.

We got to get her to a hospital quick.

(tires screeching)

(truck beeping)

(truck exploding)

- Jim, should we go back?

- No, we got to get this girl to the hospital

and call the police.

(cars crashing) (tires screeching)

- She's okay and her family's being notified.

There's really nothing more you can do.

Now why don't you go and get some rest?

- Hey Maryann, darling,

let's find ourselves a motel and get a little rest.

I've had it with the course.

- Jim, we've only got a few miles left to go.

Let's finish the race.

- The race has been won.

- Bet we wouldn't come in last even now.

Come on, think of your political career.

Well how would it look you quitting a race

right before the finish?

- Hey doc.

Do you suppose you could give me a little something

to keep me awake for another few hours?

(upbeat music)

(tires screeching) (cars exploding)

(sirens blaring) (upbeat music)

(cars exploding)

(upbeat music)

(cars exploding)

- Okay, put on your uniforms girls.

We want to look our best at the finish line.

(car horn beeping)

- Jesus Christ, they can't be the first ones.

Where is everybody?

Folks, according to my sheet,

this is Mr. Terry McMillan in his Blazer.

Congratulations, Mr. McMillan.

- Thank you, thank you.

- You mean we're first, we made it?

- I knew we'd make it.

It was a long, hard race,

but we had faith in ourselves

and we just kept pushing all the way.

- All the way.

- I think some champagne's appropriate.

- I think I left it on the plane.

(crowd mumbling)

(Louisa giggling)

- [Jay] You've been listening to it all across the country

as Perman Waters raced over this America of ours,

Perman Waters and "My Racing Heart".

♪ I've been planning for months just how I can win this race ♪

♪ Yes, I'll have a rival or two ♪

♪ I know that I must finish in first place ♪

♪ 'Cause second best ain't best enough for you ♪

♪ On race day, the sun comes up like fire ♪

♪ I'm ready for the green flag at the start ♪

♪ My racing ♪

- Sandy, if you don't know, ask somebody.

- She doesn't have to ask anybody,

I know where it is.

Make a left and go straight up Ninth Avenue.

♪ My engine is my lonely lovelorn heart ♪

♪ So I'm racing cross the nation ♪

♪ And all I want to win is your love ♪

♪ It's the kind of prize a man could be proud of ♪

♪ I'll keep driving, driving, driving ♪

♪ I don't know what else I can do ♪

♪ Till my racing heart drives me home to you ♪

♪ I'm pounding down that straightaway to you ♪

- Oh, we're never gonna get there in this traffic.

You better cut over to 10th.

- 10th is one way uptown, stupid.

You better take 7th or 11th.

Oakwood's stink.

- They couldn't stink any more than this.

- Jesus, will you girls shut up?

We're with a hair of winning this race.

♪ Oh darling, please give me that checkered ♪

(car horn beeping)

- [Male] What are you doing?

(everyone yelling)

(tires screeching)

- Coy!

- Bennie, what the hell are you doing here?

- I knew you could do it.

- What happened to your car, kid?

- I totaled it.

Does that mean?

- No, get in there and stamp your entrance ticket.

You are about to win yourself a race.

- Mr. Buckman, tell us how you won the race.

- I don't know.

I drove fast.

- Hey look, later with that stuff, will ya?

We ain't won the race till we get that ticket stamped.

- I got it here somewhere.

- How did you avoid the big pile up, Cannonball?

- What pile up?

- It was nothing.

Couple of cars on the Jersey Turnpike-

- Nothing?

You call 17 people in the hospital nothing?

It started with a red Trans Am.

We thought it was you at first.

- Linda and Zippo were in that car.

Bennie, what the hell's going on?

- They're fine.

Come on, will ya?

- I saw the whole thing from the 'copter.

I'm afraid the driver bought the farm.

Somebody picked the girl up,

must've taken her to a hospital.

- What hospital?

- St. Paul's. Glenfield, New Jersey.

- How do I get there?

- Coy, please.

- Bennie, what the hell is this?

- Just stamp the ticket, will ya?

Come on.

Be nice to your brother,

I busted a lot of asses for you tonight.

- Who's ass did you bust for me?

- Forget it.

Stamp the ticket, we'll go find Linda and Zippo.

- Bennie, it was you that blew up the German driver,

wasn't it?

- Stamp the God damn ticket.

You haven't won a race until you stamp the ticket.

- I've won the race.

- Coy, this is important to me.

It's not just the money, my life is on the line.

What are you doing?

- Keep this as a souvenir for Zippo.

If you want it stamped, stamp it yourself.

How do I get to the hospital?

- Come on Coy, I'll take you.

We got a lot to talk about.

- Well Bennie, you and I have a lot to talk about, too.

Let's conduct Mr. Buckman to my car.

(engine revving)

- Boy, two non-winners in a row.

- Yeah, some race.

(tires screeching)

- [Jim] Wonder where all the other cars are.

Maybe we got second place.

- [Maryann] What?

Why, what did we come in third?

- [Jim] Fourth?

- [Announcer] you are the winners.

Congratulations! - You're kidding me?

We won?

We won!

(Maryann yelling)

- [Nurse] Dr. Yuman, you're wanted in surgery.

- [Nurse] Dr. Asher, pediatrics, please.

Dr. Asher to pediatrics.

(gentle music)

- Some room you got us.

- Sorry, Cannonball,

they didn't have anything in a king size bed.

(gentle music)

(suave music)

(car horn beeping)

(suave music)

- I better check the oil.

(suave music)