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Hey, Stroker, let's rest.

I'm tired.

Sure, Doc. Want some gum?

I guess so.

Howdy, boys!

Hi, dad. Hi, Mr. Seegle.

Y'all have a little problem there.

Yeah. Could you give us a lift?

Sure enough. Get in.

What happened to your bike, son?

Ace tried to jump the gully.

You remember Ace, don't you, dad?

Ain't you that kid that locked

that lady schoolteacher in the outhouse?

Yes, sir.

And then turned it over?

Yes, sir.

Hey, boy, I need my mirror, now.

Dad runs shine.

Here comes Seegle.

I've been waitin' to nab him for a long time.

He's got a load of shine.

Hold on.

I'm going to have to stand on it.

Ride!

♪ Stroker Ace was born to race ♪

♪ He had a mean streak 2 feet wide ♪

♪ A son of a gun with a taste for fun ♪

♪ And more than his share of pride ♪

♪ Take a dirt road curve with a devil's nerve ♪

♪ And make a car dance across the mud ♪

♪ And haulin' shine was his regular line ♪

♪ Till the track got in his blood ♪

♪ He was a real hotshot, and he bragged a lot ♪

♪ But, man, that fool could drive ♪

♪ 'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel ♪

♪ And the girls with the bedroom eyes ♪

♪ And in a race that's tight or a barroom fight ♪

Come on!

♪ Old stroker stole the show ♪

♪ A backstretch blazer, a real hell-raiser ♪

♪ And a racetrack Romeo ♪

♪ Mama, lock your daughters up ♪

♪ That wild bunch is back in town ♪

♪ And them little girls get frisky ♪

♪ When they hear ♪

♪ That race car sound ♪

♪ They're bringing out ♪

♪ The yellow flag ♪

♪ Somebody's brakes have failed ♪

♪ There's an oil slick on the inside ♪

♪ And a wreck along the rail ♪

♪ You better stand on it, stroker ♪

♪ 'Cause a bandit's on your tail ♪

♪ It's a downright joy for a country boy ♪

♪ When he hears them engines moan ♪

♪ But you got to hang tough when it gets real rough ♪

♪ When you're out there on your own ♪

♪ 'Cause they'll push you around ♪

♪ They'll knock you down ♪

♪ They'll shove you up against the wall ♪

♪ And you always know when the engine blows ♪

♪ That a man can't win 'em all ♪

♪ You can push that car just a little too far ♪

♪ Any Sunday afternoon ♪

♪ And if you break your neck in some damn fool wreck ♪

♪ They forget about you soon ♪

♪ But old stroker Ace was born to race ♪

♪ And it's worth all the tryin' ♪

♪ Just to drink champagne in the victory Lane ♪

♪ And to hear that concrete whinin' ♪

♪ Stroker, get your dander up ♪

♪ This ain't no time to lag ♪

♪ You got to make a lap up ♪

♪ If you're gonna take that checkered flag ♪

♪ Number 10 is closin' in to even up the score ♪

♪ It's time to wave bye-bye ♪

♪ And put the pedal on the floor ♪

♪ You better stand on it, stroker ♪

♪ 'Cause you're blowin' off their door ♪

♪ Blow their doors off, stroker ♪

♪ You good-lookin' devil, you ♪

Hey, Stroker, your hair looks real nice.

Yeah, I know.

Lugs, lean out further.

I'm going to make a turn.

The birthplace of speed...

The Daytona international speedway in Florida.

In a few moments, the drivers will battle

at battle than 200 miles an hour

for upward of a million dollars.

He's only got three wheels!

Next, from Ashland, Ohio, and the J.D. Stacy-PAK,

number two... buick Tim Richmond!

And driving out of Ellerbe, north Carolina,

in the Wyman-Gordon express... Benny Parsons!

On the next row, inside,

in the 7-Eleven skoal bandit

from Taylorsville, north Carolina,

here's Harry Gant!

Look out!

From Grosse Pointe, Michigan,

driving the four star whiskey entry,

Aubrey James!

On the pole, race fans,

with the fastest qualifying effort

here he is... three-time NASCAR driving champion...

A guy, you can see, who makes a dynamic entrance,

ladies and gentlemen... Stroker Ace!

Hi, Stroker.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention?

I got them up. You entertain them.

Well, you've done it again.

How's it going?

Well... Hi.

Look. Your tail's bent. Kind of unique?

Same old shit, Stroker.

I know you? Yeah, you know me.

Nice to see you again.

Hello. I love your patches.

In Talladega, you left me to go get a loaf a bread.

Got to maintain my energy.

Hi.

Hi.

I have to keep up my...

After I win the race today,

let's get together for a little kick-the-can.

Hey, Stroker, we got a race to run.

Later.

It won't be like last year.

I'll kick his tail.

You don't have to be on NASCAR 50 years to win.

Aubrey, forget about Stroker Ace.

Race the pavement.

You're obsessed with him. You bet I am!

Didn't I just say that?

Check that out.

I'll eat his lunch.

OK, I'm ready.

You're nothing but trouble.

You think the world owes you a living.

Yes, sir, Mr. Coty. Catty!

Whatever.

It ain't gonna be like last year.

But Stroker and I got to talk about the race.

All right,

But you work for me, see?

I am your boss! B-o-s-s!

Get your hand off the car.

Now, you go on out there,

and you win one for big "z" oil!

We're all pulling for you, Stroker boy!

What a prince.

You have a good race.

Harry Gant!

Here comes chicken pit.

Gonna win?

I'll let you know about 5:00.

Ready for Clyde Torkle's name on your car?

I'll let you know.

Hey, junior, give me a Jack!

Ready with the air bottle?

Stroker Ace, how you doing, boy?

Not now, Clyde.

I can't talk but just a minute.

Remember my chauffeur Arnold?

Talk to him.

Yeah, let's talk.

I hear you're having sponsor trouble.

No, I'm not having sponsor trouble.

Yes, you are, too.

You should drive a Clyde Torkle

chicken pit special?

We'd be partners.

Me drive for you?

You want me to drive for you?

I couldn't! Why not?

'Cause everybody loves me. Everybody hates you.

I'm good-lookin'.

You're not that bad-lookin'.

My money looks good.

Don't lean on the car. Nobody touches the car.

Not ever... Except you.

You can touch it anytime you want.

Lugs Harvey!

Best mechanic in America. And you're the best, too.

Best in the NASCAR. Yes, you are, too!

You either crash or win.

I like that.

Petty!

Come on, Arnold.

See you guys.

Go blow their doors off, Stroker.

Can't you come up with anything more original?

Well, that's what we always say.

I'll think about it.

Gentlemen, start your engines!

Well, the field begins to roll down pit row,

and we're ready to go racing.

Go, ruddy!

The pace car drops down onto pit row.

Harold Kinder standing by,

holding them down as the green is set to be unveiled.

Go, Stroker! Go!

Go!

Hammer down, pistol cocked,

as these gladiators work out of turn number two,

moving down the back straightaway.

120,000 fried-chicken junkies, and god knows how many

watchin' on television.

Kind of makes you want to cry, doesn't it?

Arnold!

Oh, yeah. Whatever you say.

Come on, Arnold. Excuse me, honey.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Mr. Torkle, the race just started.

Darlin', when my own car is on that track,

I'll stay the race. I can use my time better

gettin' to know my new employee...

Go get some dinner... Get ourselves some champagne.

I don't drink.. You don't?

No.

I'm a Sunday school teacher. That was on my resume.

Oh, yeah, sure. Of course.

Of course.

Lugs, who's driving number 10?

You ought to know. That's Aubrey James.

He's been trying to kill you for years.

I already got blisters on my hands.

To drive this thing 500 more miles,

I'd have to be king Kong.

It shouldn't be any problem.

You both got the same IQ.

Very funny!

Aubrey James, at the bottom of the racetrack,

cuts into Harry Gant's automobile!

Stroker Ace to the outside, spinning wildly!

There's five, six, seven automobiles,

slipping, sliding...

Into the wall!

He shortened that automobile about 1 1/2 feet!

Stroker Ace in a major altercation

with Aubrey James and Harry Gant...

A send-tow vacation down in turn number one!

I'm sure all of you Stroker Ace fans

are wondering just how Stroker is.

We'll get you a report on he and the other drivers

from down in turn one.

Who set up the car, drug addicts?

You just lost it.

I didn't lose it! How do I look?

Why?

TV cameras.

An early pedestrian here in the 500,

the well-known Stroker Ace.

What happened?

One of the tires equalized, and shoved me into the wall.

You were fighting the automobile from the beginning.

Not true. When Lugs sets up a car,

your mother could drive it.

Lugs Harvey, mechanic for Stroker Ace, how about it?

If Stroker can't drive a car, nobody can.

That's the story from the veteran Stroker Ace

and his venerable chief mechanic Lugs Harvey.

Just once, I wish you would tell us the real story.

You wreck your race car,

your rental car, your hotel room.

Nobody's perfect.

Watch where you're goin'!

This car's in my name.

Yes, Mr. Coty.

Catty!

You this far way, boy! Just this far!

You want to lose big "z" oil, stroke, old boy?

No, sir.

I'll go get my key,

and then I'll drive you to your room.

Well, get my key, too.

Yes, sir.

Now, that's more like it.

Mr. Ace finally understands that this is a business.

And in a business, you don't Act like a maniac.

It's nice meetin' you, Mr. Coty.

Catty!

Oh, my goodness!

I'll get you! You'll never ride again!

Get me out!

You'll get it!

I'll get you, you son...

Why did you have to fill up his car with cement?

Because a man's got to do what he's got to do.

We don't even have a sponsor, the season's already started.

You don't ever think of anybody but yourself.

Hold it.

See that guy over there?

He's got my exact same shirt on.

I ought to go back in the room and change.

We're gonna run out of sponsors someday.

I wonder what he paid for that.

OK, who's gonna buy the winner a drink?

OK, I'll have two beers.

You know that number 10 you asked about...

Aubrey James... Today's winner? There he is.

♪ Southern women ♪

♪ Yeah, I'll take a Southern woman every time... ♪

You know Stroker?

♪ I'll take Southern women every time ♪

What town are we in? Daytona.

Damn! He's with my girl.

What's her name?

I don't know her first name.

Last time I saw her, her sash said "miss Daytona."

That's probably her last name.

♪ Fly if you think you need to ♪

♪ Pay absolutely no heed ♪

♪ To a word I say ♪

♪ Sooner or later ♪

♪ You'll have to choose ♪

♪ Try and you would like me ♪

♪ After all ♪

♪ What have you got to lose? ♪

♪ 'Cause you and I know I'm a rogue and a rambler ♪

♪ The question is ♪

♪ Are you enough of a gambler ♪

♪ To reach out and do ♪

♪ What your heart tells you ♪

♪ To do-oo-oo? ♪

♪ So fly if you think ♪

♪ You need to ♪

♪ Pay absolutely no heed ♪

♪ To a word I say ♪

♪ Sooner or later, you'll have to choose ♪

Stroker Ace!

You gonna be so glad I called you.

Anytime I see Clyde Torkle, I get worried.

I can handle Clyde. He's putty in my hands.

Hello, Clyde.

Is that god's own race car, or what is it?

What is it? I got my name up there!

Yep.

What's it look like?

This car would be disqualified in two seconds flat.

Why?

Your engine's set too far back. You got an oversized carburetor.

Nitrous oxide is an automatic six-month suspension.

This ain't a Bible class. Everybody cheats.

What kind of contract?

Five years.

Four. Two. A year.

The contract will read three years.

You like the car?

I like the car, not him.

He don't like you.

He's supposed to like the car, not me.

Here's your contract.

It's bigger than my high school yearbook.

You went to high school?

One year.

Got a pen?

Ain't you gonna read it?

Of course I am!

You think I'm stupid?

Hey, there's no writin' on this paper.

It's upside down.

You just want to get through all this.

I got to read it!

Oh, shoot!

I forgot to tell you about the uniforms.

We're gonna have red ones and some black ones.

The red ones have black trim.

The black will be mostly black.

Are they tailored?

They'll be real tight-fittin'.

You couldn't wear one, could you?

I wouldn't want to wear one...

Sign there.

All black?

A little white on some.

Shoot! I bet I look good in that.

Women will drop like flies.

And driving out of waycross, Georgia,

in a Clyde Torkle chicken pit special,

here's Stroker Ace...

The fastest chicken in the south!

Say what?

It's on your car.

Bawk!

Bawk bawk bawk!

Fastest chicken in the south.

Fastest chicken in the south.

Fastest chicken in the south.

I've got "fastest chicken in the south" on my car.

That guy clucked at me.

Whup him!

I'm not gonna have that on my car.

Yes, you are.

It's in your contract.

Arnold.

Here you go.

Page 417, paragraph "A,"

subparagraph "B,"

little letter "C."

Gentlemen, start your engines!

I don't think he's coming down.

What room's he in, Lugs?

308.

Thanks, Lugs. 308, right?

I'll see you later, hon.

Well, hello.

Hey.

How are you, ma'am?

I don't know.

How am I?

I'm not one of the drivers.

I'm just a mechanic.

I like mechanics.

You do?

They know how to tinker with things for hours...

Make them go fast.

Go away, Lugs!

Hi!

Saw you when your dress went pffft!

I hope you're here to talk business,

'cause he's all tuckered out.

See how the tail's bent? Unique?

Got pictures for me to sign?

Come on in.

I'm going to get into somethin' comfortable.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm Pembrook Feeney.

Who?

Pembrook Feeney,

Clyde Torkle's executive assistant.

Who?

Clyde Torkle.

Clyde Torkle's executive assistant

with responsibilities overseeing all chicken pit

advertising and public relations...

Public relations?

Including what we call our collateral racing thrust.

What's that?

That's you.

Collateral what?

Thrust.

I think I like that.

As I was saying...

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

Is that your real voice?

You don't like it?

It's weird in a nice way.

I think we should get started right away.

We?

We have two objectives.

We do?

Is this one of them?

No. Our first objective is to expose you

to our company's history.

The other is to apprise you

of our new advertising campaign.

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

I just spent all night

having to deal with this very strange person...

Howdy, ma'am.

Howdy, ma'am.

This is Lugs Harvey.

Pembrook Feeney,

How do you do?

Pembrook Feeney.

That's her real voice, too.

Boy, she sure is pretty.

Lugs Harvey is my chief mechanic.

You'll be interested in this.

I was about to show Stroker

our gross volume chart.

Now, as you can see,

our sales have steadily increased since 1967.

At one point,

our sales matched the colonel's...

Until sympathy purchasing broke out

following his death.

Well, that's very interesting, miss...

Feeney.

Pembrook.

Whatever. I'm sure you're very good at your job.

Thank you.

See, I ain't gonna do

but two personal appearances this year.

I might do one commercial if it's real classy.

And I want "fastest chicken in the south" off my car.

I'm sorry. That's quite impossible.

You have a whole schedule of personal appearances.

I'll travel with you to arranged everything.

Travel with me?

Excuse me.

Well, then, we'll be sharing a room, right?

No. We couldn't do that.

We're not married.

What a little kidder!

What's that got to do with it?

I couldn't share a room with a man I'm not married to.

And you never beer married?

No.

That makes you a...

A virgin.

Yes. Sure, I am. I'm single.

Well, I think that's nice.

Thank you.

You would.

We have a ribbon cutting at 2:30.

♪ That saved ♪

♪ A wretch like me ♪

♪ I once was lost ♪

Stop!

♪ But now... ♪

Stop!

He has a beautiful voice.

A beautiful voice, yes,

but I mean the mouth... Doesn't work right.

The lips aren't under the nose when he sings.

They're over here on the side of his face.

They are not!

Can I ask you a question?

OK. You can ask me anything.

Are you sure you've never slept with anybody?

Maybe there was somebody you forgot.

Stroker Ace, I'd be ashamed!

How could you ask her something like that?

I'm sorry.

Just nervous. I'll be making this personal appearance...

Over 1,000 people there. I have to sign autographs.

I'm sorry. Go ahead and sing.

Watch his mouth.

♪ Amazin' grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch ♪

♪ Like me like me ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ I once ♪

♪ Me was lost ♪

♪ And now I'm found ♪

♪ Was blind ♪

♪ But now... ♪

Oh, yay!

Yay! Yay!

Oh, Stroker! Stroker!

Yay! Stroker!

Stroker! Yay!

Stroker! Stroker!

Here he is! Stroker Ace!

Yay!

Yay!

Where is everybody, Clyde?

Got your ribbon-cutting clothes on?

There's nobody here!

People are waiting to buy some chicken.

Boy, you are really packing them in, Stroker.

Stroker!

Stroker! Rah rah rah!

This is the big time, boy. Show a little excitement.

Yay! Yay!

Very good! Real good!

Even word of mouth won't help this joint.

Ain't he something? Yay!

This is the 12th chicken pit we've opened this week.

Only 2 years, 10 months, and 3 days to go on your contract.

Don't be putting that stuff on my mouth.

Big smile now!

Is he smiling?

I'm smiling.

Come on! Look.

Look a little more like a race driver.

This is Stroker Ace,

Clyde Torkle's new driver in the chicken pit special,

the fastest chicken in the south.

Could you emphasize the word chicken?

Chicken.

This is Stroker Ace,

Clyde Torkle's new driver in the chicken pit special,

the fastest chicken in the south.

Another race car driver.

Why can't they find one with a voice?

Fastest chicken in the south.

That's it. That's what I want.

I could sing it for you.

Thank you, Mr. Ace.

Stroker.

Mr. Stroker, thank you.

That lawyer says you got to do what Clyde wants,

or you can't race for three whole years.

Not here, not Europe, not even in Italy.

You sure that's exactly what that lawyer said?

Let's get another lawyer.

Lugs, what day is it?

Three chicken pits past Sunday.

Our special guest is Stroker Ace,

Three-time NASCAR champion

and leading contender for this year's championship.

Ready on camera! Let's shoot this.

Cale, how you runnin'?

I'd be doin' a lot better without him.

I thought you trained a crew chief.

Hang in there.

Sum up in a few well-chosen words

the essence of a NASCAR driver.

Go down to the end of the straightaway and turn left.

Unless you're number 10. Then you turn right.

Who's number 10?

Who is number 10?

Number 10 is Aubrey James.

This is my chief mechanic.

Lugs Harvey.

All right.

Stroker, what does a chief mechanic do?

Well...

He takes care of the car

and sees that everything is right.

But I'm also a singer.

Everybody around the pits says I sing real good.

♪ Amazin' grace ♪

Engineer, cut to a commercial.

These ladies are the wives

of franchisers or franchisees.

Come on. You're next, darling.

There you go.

Get up close and smile.

You got it.

Who's next?

Come on!

I'll hold on to it.

Give the girl a kiss!

Give her a smile!

These people sell chicken for us!

Who's next?

That no-class son of a bitch

doesn't know who he's dealing with.

Four different lawyers said the same thing.

Clyde Torkle's got to fire you.

Oh, yeah?

You know... I have a certain amount of dignity

and a pretty good self-image.

I know what I am.

I'm a race car driver.

I ain't no goddamn chicken.

Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!

I'm Stroker Ace.

The only thing I like better than winning a race

is to stuff Torkle chicken in my face.

It's not very dignified, is it?

No, but he looks real nice in his chicken outfit.

Try harder. We could do better.

What do you say?

No.

You have to.

It's in your contract.

I don't give a Turkey.

I did some dumb things in my life,

but this is the dumbest!

I know It's in my contract

that I got to sell chicken.

I'm going to sell it so hard he'll choke to death on it!

You drive.

Look at this.

Must be some new kind of cult.

We've seen promotions come and go

in NASCAR grand national racing,

but Mr. Clyde Torkle may have laid the ultimate egg

with this one...

Blatant commercialism.

Fans of the veteran three-time NASCAR grand national champion

are not very enthusiastic about what they're seeing.

There you see Stroker Ace

coming down before this tremendous congregation,

the audience not appreciating a bit

the fact that Clyde Torkle

has turned one of the great heroes of American motor sport

into a farce.

Man, that is funny.

And here, perhaps, the final insult to racing fans...

The new thunderbird of Stroker Ace

outfitted as a plucked chicken.

We'll never see Torkle's name on my car again!

Poor, pitiful...!

Whoever thought of this...

I love it.

Keep it up.

Miss Pembrook, you're not only a Saint,

you a smart woman.

I'm gonna to give you a raise.

Our beautiful grand marshal will commence this event.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

Can you drive like that?

When a dumb hick like Stroker pulls a stunt like that,

make out like he did you a favor.

He won't never do it again.

Looks like it didn't work.

We sure went to a lot of trouble for nothing.

This is embarrassing.

What will we do now? Got more ideas?

Put your devious mind to work.

We'll get out of this damn contract!

Gum!

Here at the world's fastest motor speedway

at Talladega, Alabama.

Get ready for the first pit stop.

Through the tri-oval come the field

down for the start.

Into the back straightaway for the first time,

and they go over 200 miles per hour

down that 4,000-foot backstretch.

Pffft! Pffft!

Shoot!

Fastest chicken in the south!

They come out of turn four,

headed back through the tri-oval

for the first time.

Stroker Ace mixing it up.

Caution is on the speedway early in the going.

Ever think about trying to lead?

We could use a lap!

You think it's easy driving with chicken feet?

Here! Take the other one.

Hurry up!

Once again underway.

Lugs!

Yeah?

Check the pit! See if any tools are missing.

Why?

I think there's something in the engine.

That engine's perfect.

You've got my word on it.

God damn!

Shoot!

Oh, shoot.

It's all over for Stroker Ace.

Stroker hand-grenaded an engine in turn two.

The caution is up for the second time

in this Talladega 500.

Lugs!

Yeah?

About your word...

It ain't worth...

The whole thing's a trick.

What is?

It's a Clyde Torkle chicken pit trick

to get me to go around cutting ribbons.

You mean Pembrook Feeney?

Of course! No woman looks like that

and is a...

What do you call that?

Virgin.

Right. You buy that?

There are some nice women in this world.

Pembrook Feeney is a god-fearing woman.

I'm proud and honored to know her.

If you had a Ferrari,

would you just leave it in the garage?

If you had wild Turkey, would you never drink it?

Meeting her is the healthiest thing that ever happened to you.

Down the inside goes Aubrey James, number 10.

On the outside, Stroker Ace.

7-Eleven car inside, wall on the outside.

If Aubrey James can contain Ace,

he's going to come home the winner!

Aubrey James takes the checkered flag

in the Michigan 400,

but not the appreciation of the 75,000 in attendance.

Perhaps the angriest is Stroker Ace.

Should have given you a taller gear.

Wasn't your fault.

He beat you.

He did it with style.

Guys, what's so bad about second?

Come in.

Hello.

Hi.

They slide out.

I knew that.

Well...

How is everything at the chicken factory?

Just great.

Mr. Torkle will be in later,

if you want to speak with him.

Rather not.

Where's Lugs?

Lugs?

Lugs is dead.

What?

Just kidding.

I like to kid. Girls seem to like it.

What do they know?

My sister always said I had a great sense of humor.

If she's like you, I'll be in double trouble.

She's dead.

I'm s...

You're kidding like me?

No. She was run over by a tractor-trailer truck.

I'm sorry.

Don't get upset. That was a long time ago.

Let's go out to dinner so we can kid some more.

No. Let's stay here and drink.

I don't drink.

I knew that.

Lugs told me that.

That's why I ordered nonalcoholic champagne.

Looks and tastes like the real thing,

right down to the phony label.

I've never heard of that.

You have to order it special...

All the way from... New Hampshire.

I'll be darned.

I'll be darned, too. Drink up.

That was good.

Good. Have some more.

There.

Shall we go out on the balcony?

Why?

Enjoy the view?

OK. What about dinner?

Room service.

Why?

Better food.

I want to talk to you about...

Some chicken things.

I forgot my charts.

Oh, darn.

It smells so good, like after a rain.

That would be your magnolia.

Jasmine.

Whatever.

Stroker.

Why do men race?

What?

Why race? Why do you do it?

I don't know.

But you must.

Well, it's... Kind of hard to explain.

Try.

It's more like a feeling you get, you know?

When did you first feel it?

Feel what?

The feeling.

I was a young kid.

I used to run around with this guy named Doc.

We had a bike...

You had a bicycle!

Yeah.

Somehow I think that's very sweet

that you had a bicycle.

You do?

I do.

I had a whole bunch.

You did?

What y'all doin'?

Hi, Lugs!

How was your flight? I drove.

You shouldn't have driven down here by yourself.

What are you doing here?

Just seeing what's going on.

I'll get it.

I told her about my bicycle.

Your what?

My bicycle! It was working, too.

Look, Lugs!

Golly!

That's beautiful!

You got enough there for three!

It's lucky I came by.

It sure is!

Stroker, this has your name on it.

Here we come!

What's wrong, James?

Not handling too well in the turns, Kyle.

James, always blaming the equipment.

I ain't falling off this time.

I'll beat you in that inside turn.

Kyle, you ready?

I'm ready.

Stand on it!

Yaaah!

We got 'em by a mile, Ricky!

Stroker, 10.

The name's Aubrey James!

Bye-bye!

No!

Come on. Let's go.

Glug! Glug!

That-away!

I'm Stroker Ace.

The only thing I like better than winning a race

is to stuff Torkle chicken in my face.

Look at that chicken!

That's a real chicken in a human suit!

Come down here, chicken.

Come on down!

Come on!

I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be like this.

It's OK. I signed the contract.

Sure did.

But everything's going to be all right, hon.

I should talk to Mr. Torkle.

It's going to be fine.

OK.

Excuse me.

Hey, kitty, goin' to the sandbox?

♪ It's 6:05 A.M. on Sunday mornin'... ♪

Cluck for us, Ace.

You can do that good.

Come on, damn it!

We want to hear a cluck.

Who gives a cluck?

Why don't you cluck for him, Stroker?

He does it good.

You want me to stand up and cluck for 'em?

Of course.

Cluckin' is real hard to do.

You got to get your head back like this.

It starts in your diaphragm.

It comes up through your esophagus

and goes right through the larynx...

The Adam's apple.

You got to get your chin way up there.

That's it.

Are they lookin' up?

Yeah. They're really lookin' up.

They're lookin' at the ceiling.

We ought to get a good cluck.

Hot damn!

A fight!

Want to go get into it?

Sure.

Safe!

♪ Guess I don't... ♪

Whatever you're shoppin' for, cowboy,

you're lookin' in the wrong place.

You didn't have to come here for me.

Always a gentleman.

Thanks, Stroker. You're welcome.

Take that, 12.

10. 10.

Whatever.

Yeah?

I'm sorry to barge in on you like this,

but it's very important.

I sure hope it's important,

you comin' up here this time of night.

Things we have Stroker doing

are very embarrassing.

What kind of things is that?

Why does he have to wear a chicken suit?

Because I want him to.

Mr. Torkle, Can't we release him from his contract?

With all the money he's makin' me?

What's the matter?

You gone sweet on him?

No. No. I do like him, of course.

You like him?

Yes. But professionally speaking,

I think we should reevaluate the whole situation.

Professionally?

Yes. I'm speaking as a professional businesswoman.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I guess you ain't as professionally religious

as you used to be

before going on the road with the Stroker.

What?

Honey, what I mean is,

we can do better for you

than some hayseed racetrack driver.

I can make life a bed of roses for you, honey-pie.

Mr. Torkle, stop that!

I ain't started real good yet.

Don't you do this.

Jumped right into the bed!

I just knew it would end up with us like this.

Now stop this. Come on, let's have fun!

What do you say?

I quit!

Is your race ready, Charlie?

She's ready.

Take the day off.

I fired that Feeney woman.

I quit!

You're fired.

What are you doin' down there?

She's workin' for me.

No, she's not. This is my car.

Better check the contract.

I can have anybody I want in the pit crew.

OK.

She tell you what happened between us?

No.

It's not true.

What happened?

I fired her, that's all.

But I ain't firin' you.

We'll be together forever.

Be back at that hotel at 6:00 sharp.

What did happen between you two?

He just made me mad, so I kicked him in the scrotum.

"Scrotum"?

What's a "scrotum"?

I don't know.. I think I'll find out.

What's a...?

You ought not have to make appearances after 6:00.

That's more than a 12-hour day.

Ain't never seen him in such a hurry

to open a chicken pit.

Is Arnold a good driver?

Don't upset Arnold.

I want to upset Clyde.

Arnold, he's tryin' to lose us.

Thinks if I get mad, I'll fire him.

If we lose him, I'm going to fire you.

Me?

I ain't mad.

He'll fire me.

He won't fire you.

Hang in there, Arnold.

I got him.

He's tryin' to make me mad.

He'll fire me.

He won't fire you.

Don't lose him.

Oh, my god!

Grab somethin' that floats, boss.

I ain't mad.

No. I'm not mad.

He's going to be thinkin' that I'm mad,

but I ain't.

I'm mad.

Just turn Stroker upside down, and get that free chicken leg.

Another winner here at Clyde Torkle's chicken pit.

Get that free chicken leg.

Step right up. They're goin' fast.

Better get your lucky shot here.

Is that Stroker Ace in that race car?

Afraid it is.

Come on!

We got one more big winner here.

Who's going to be next?

That's all, young fella.

Doc, is that you?

It's me.

Hey!

How you doin'?

Havin' a lot of fun.

Hey, you're lookin' good.

You, too. Lot of color in your face.

Lugs, meet Doc Seegle.

His dad taught me how to drive.

Heard a lot about you.

Nice to meet you.

Come on. Let me see your best shot.

Wh-where is dad?

He's right here with me.

Stroker, we're mighty proud of you back home.

Thanks.

Bull's-eye!

Thank you.

At least we was.

Acting is one of my favorite things.

I can't believe you're an actor.

How long have you been at it?

Not long. Got the urge a couple years back.

I can't get over you bein' an actor.

I thought actors were egotists, hypochondriacs, and sissies.

Well, they are, but I like them.

What are you doin' now, dad?

I make jewelry.

That's real pretty.

What do you make it out of?

Organic matter...

Manure.

That makes you the Cartier of caca.

What do you do in them acting classes?

Learn to dance and sing.

You sing?

♪ Chances are ♪

♪ 'Cause I wear a silly grin ♪

♪ The moment you come into view ♪

♪ Chances are you'll think ♪

♪ That I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Just because my composure sort of slips ♪

♪ The moment that your lips meet mine... ♪

You got me drunk, didn't you?

Well, you know...

Yes, I do know.

Nonalcoholic champagne, my foot!

You're not mad?

♪ In the magic of moonlight... ♪

I guess not. Stroker...

You're so sweet.

I'm not sweet.

Good-lookin', great driver,

snappy dresser...

Stroker?

Wait. One more.

I want you.

♪ Are in my eyes ♪

You do?

Yes.

I want you.

♪ I guess you'll always be ♪

Right here...

♪ The one and only one for me... ♪

And right now.

♪ Well, chances are your chances are ♪

Pembrook.

♪ Awfully good... ♪

Honey?

Sweetheart.

Angel baby.

It's important that you be here for this.

Pembrook., this could be a very moving experience

for both of us.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

I'm going to go to my room.

I'm not going to do something that I'm going to be sorry for.

Good night. Damn!

I guess I should undress you.

I mean, people don't sleep with their clothes on.

I mean, nobody sleeps with their clothes on.

It's uncomfortable sleeping in clothes.

People should be comfortable when they sleep.

I'm going to close my eyes,

and then...

What is this, a button?

I'm going to look.

This could be something entirely different.

No. This is a button.

I'll just undo that

and just pull that right off there.

Now you'll be c-comfortable.

I'm going to go now.

I'm definitely going to go now.

Yep.

I'm going to go.

How is this going to look?

I mean, you're half undressed.

I can't leave you like this.

I'll just... I'll just undo the rest of you,

and then you'll be... You know, air-cooled.

It's silly to leave you like this...

With half the dress

and-!

I'm going to go.

I am.

I'm going to go to my room.

Take another... Another cold shower.

Yep.

I was reading in a medical journal the other day

about how brassieres cut the circulation off in your body.

It's not a good thing.

Mean, a person could die with one of these things on.

The blood doesn't get to your head.

I'll just take this off,

then take off...

This would be more fun if you were here.

I mean, I could just ravage you, anyway.

Who would know?

♪ Happy orange juice to you ♪

Stroker?

Did we...

I mean...

Did it happen?

You mean you wouldn't know?

I guess not.

You guess not?

Nothing happened.

You are so sweet...

That you could have and you didn't.

Well, that's part of the wonderfulness of me.

You are the most wonderful man.

I got to make a phone call.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Pembrook.

Hi, Lugs.

What's the matter, hon?

It's Stroker. He's just...

Where is he?

He is making a phone call.

Hey, Doc.

Are you really a good actor?

I need help with my contract.

Stroker, come on out here!

It's a hell of an idea.

In a second, Lugs.

Right now!

Doc...

Doc, I can't hear you.

Doc, I got this idea

on how to get out of my contract.

Mr. MacKenzie... hot damn!

For a little redneck company like mine,

it's somethin' to be talkin' to you yankee boys from Milwaukee.

We've impressed with your company growth, Mr. Torkle.

That's really somethin', isn't it, comin' from you?

You've done well these past few months, particularly.

How could you know that?

'Cause that's secret company information.

Believe me, we know.

Damn! You corporate boys are really somethin', aren't you?

You got a real operation.

We want to buy your company.

Well, it's not for sale.

Well, I've written down a figure

on this piece of paper.

I think that figure's just a little low, Mr. MacKenzie.

That's exactly 10% higher

than this company's total worth...

To the exact cent.

20% over stock value.

Damn!

You really are somethin', aren't you?

Let me get you somethin' to drink.

Anything you'd like.

A Dr. Pepper.

What's a good ol' boy from the brewin' company

doin' drinkin' a Dr. Pepper?

Well, it's a little early. I thought I'd...

I got you.

You're going to buy them out, too, ain't ya?

Damn! See?

You are somethin'.

Got your fingers in everything.

Well, I'm not at Liberty to discuss that.

I'm a businessman.. I understand that.

Then I hope you understand

there are a few stipulations

to my offer.

Foremost, you tell nobody about this.

Do I look like a bigmouth?

Secondly, if you sell,

we'd like a two-year employment contract

between you and your key people.

You'd be gettin' the best.

And we take over your advertising immediately.

You sponsor a driver with a questionable reputation.

Can you get rid of him?

Like that.

We'd like your answer by 4:00 Sunday.

Sunday?

That's too quick.

I can't do that.

We have no deal, Mr. Torkle. Goodbye.

Mr. MacKenzie, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

It's too quick.

I'll give you an answer

Sunday, October 23rd at 4:00.

Sunday, 23rd, 4:00. It's a deal.

Deal? October 23rd in Charlotte?

That's the last race of the season.

Stroker, I did my best.

You got till 4:00.

The race is over at 4:00.

I did my best.

He's got to fire Stroker during the season.

He's discover there's no deal.

I did my best.

You said that.

Son, I'm about to run out over here.

I did my best.

Let's pack up and get out of here.

You're a good boy. I don't want to hear that crap.

He hit me. I can't remember his name.

You never can.

He spun me out. What should I do?

Stick him in the fence.

Good idea, Neil.

Mr. Bonnett. Stroker.

Hello, Audrey.

Aubrey.

Whatever.

You'll remember my name after tomorrow.

Your name is Audrey meadows.

Audrey James!

Audrey James!

Stick him in the wall.

Son, I know about makin' jewelry out of quail droppings.

But actin',

I don't know nothin' about that.

Try.

I don't know nothin'.

No. It's "I know nothing."

Nothing.

I know nothing.

I am just the... wh-what am I?

Never mind. I'm calling Torkle.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the Charlotte motor speedway.

Hey, Stroker.

How about this?

There's somethin' I want you to know.

I'm thinkin' about sellin' my little business.

If I do, I'll let you go.

If you win this race,

you'll be too valuable a commodity to let go.

I'd have to expand that little business...

We'd have two more glorious years together.

You know somethin'?

You lose the race, I'll set you free.

You win the race, I got to keep you.

What do you say?

Ever throw a race before?

All drivers to your cars!

Better get out there.

Them boys are waitin' for you.

Kind of a mess, ain't it?

Hey, Arnold!

Wait up.

Welcome to the Charlotte motor speedway

Later today we will have a new national champion.

Working with me is bill dollar and David Hobbs.

We'll be back after this.

Tell Mr. Big to come here

to say hello to these people if he wins.

Five hours in a race is tiring.

I don't think...

I don't pay you to think.

Just deliver the message.

Hey!

Where the hell is my blimp?

There it is.

There it is. I love it!

That's me! I love it!

I want you fourth or fifth,

but not too far back.

Gum!

I haven't got any.

Where is it?

It doesn't matter whether I win or lose.

The field begins to roll down pit row.

A kaleidoscope of colors,

ready to do battle for 500 miles.

Coming down to this last race,

four men are in the running for the championship...

Stroker Ace, Aubrey James, Harry Gant, and Cale Yarborough.

Who will win?

There are rumors of a feud

between Stroker Ace and James.

That could affect the outcome.

Bill knows more about that.

I asked Stroker Ace.

He answered, "what feud?"

We'll find out.

The cars are waiting for the green flag.

Field on the tow of the pace car.

Moving into the fourth corner,

they're less than 1,000 feet

away from the start of this $500,000 chase,

the final race of the season,

the championship on the line.

Here come the warlords.

The pace car pulls off onto pit row.

Here they come...

Less than 500 feet

from Harold Kinder holding them down.

Out of turn four, they're back to the stripe.

Look at that draft up front!

Shepard, Cale Yarborough, and Harry Gant!

And are they setting a blistering pace!

We're early in this 500-mile race

at Charlotte motor speedway.

Stroker Ace is moving to the front.

Talk about a guy driving his heart out.

Stroker Ace has worked his way in front of the field.

You guys are setting a new track record.

Damn!

Get some caution flags,

the race could last till 4:30.

Stroker must be in trouble.

He's been passed by four cars.

We'll keep you informed.

What are you doing?

Gettin' out of the chicken business.

Stroker, this is humiliating.

Well, then don't watch!

What is he doin'?

I'll be damned.

Mr. All-American hero is goin' in the tank.

Mr. Torkle!

There's someone here

that says he's from the brewing company.

First caution of the afternoon at Charlotte motor speedway.

The strategy has changed for this race...

A time strategy, not a speed battle.

The leaders come in.

What a break for Stroker Ace,

who was almost 1/2 lap back.

He may make up that 1/2 lap...

Hopefully get service for the problem.

Stroker, you're embarrassing me!

You got the key to the rest room?

I guess not.!

You sure you wouldn't like a Miller's?

Four?

Oh, yeah. 4:00.

Hell, we got plenty of time.

Listen, where is that guy MacKenzie?

I know nothing.

I am merely the messenger.

I know. I know.

You said that before.

A real battle,

but the heated battle is in front.

Yarborough and Gant keep swapping that lead,

lap after lap after lap.

What's Stroker doing?

Don't worry. Run your race.

We're seeing some blazing speed.

The average is 154.25 miles an hour.

Unless we have a wreck,

this is going to be the fastest 500-mile race.

♪ Chances are ♪

♪ Though I wear a silly grin ♪

♪ The moment you come into... ♪

Lugs!

What?

I just made a corporate decision.

I am choosing to win this damn race.

Sell chicken for the next two years?

Yeah!

I knew it.

I knew he couldn't stand to be beaten.

You know what his problem is?

Got too much ego.

Fine. Next year we'll open the rib pits.

Time is running out.

That battle up front is unreal.

Gant is your leader.

Stroker Ace has moved into second.

Move!

Hell. Here we go again.

The caution is out...

The way they were running, it had to happen.

No record race today.

It took out Harry Gant.

We're down to three...

Cale Yarborough, Aubrey James, and Stroker.

Hey, what happened?

Everything's OK.

Aubrey James just got a little ambitious.

He's comin' in!

Hurry up! Number 10 is leaving!

We'll beat him.

The Jack's broke!

Broke!

Go borrow one!

Hello, Arnold. You do this often?

Just want to be on the winnin' team.

We got a new Jack man!

The yellow is still out.

Stroker Ace is getting in line...

In sixth place.

Twelve laps to go.

With few laps and stiff competition,

Stroker's chances are slim to none.

That Jack problem dropped Stroker to sixth place.

Aubrey James passed him and took the lead.

Cale Yarborough's car is in the pits.

He's out of it.

Hey, you!

I know nothing.. I am merely...

A messenger. Yes, sir. Here is the message.

Call those good ol' boys in Milwaukee.

Tell them they got a deal.

It has been a wild afternoon.

The green is back out.

The battle shapes up at turn one.

Dad just called!

Hey, Stroker! Dad called and said,

"stand on it, son!"

This is as good as it gets.

Stroker Ace is passing cars in wholesale fashion.

Hey, press boys!

You're here to get the news, ain't you?

I got an exclusive for you.

As of this moment,

Stroker Ace is no longer driving for me.

He's through. He's released.

Off the record, he's out on his butt

because he no longer represents

the Clyde Torkle chicken pit image.

Why fire him when he's in second place?

What?

He just moved into second place.

It started out with four, then three, now it's two.

The only thing

between Stroker Ace and the checkered flag is Aubrey James.

In two laps,

one of them will be the NASCAR champion.

I got you now!

Damn!

It's the white flag. One lap to go. 30 seconds!

It portends to be a dramatic finish.

Come on, 10!

The whole NASCAR season will be decided by a matter of inches

Come on!

How's this for spectacular?

Unbelievable!

Upside-down over the finish line.

Hey, Stroker!

Did you see that?

You should have seen it!

I was in the car!

Get that piece of junk out of here!

What, ap? Upi?

Good. Great. To the left.

Right over there, please.

Fellas, it's a go.

You're a champ. Let's get him.

Give him a peck!

Another!

Hey, you!

Hey, smart Aleck!

Won the championship?

Champion.

Well, I ain't mad.

No?

No. I am out of it.

I'm fired?

Yes! You're fired!

I fired you, boy,

right in front of god and everybody in the press box!

Don't laugh at me. I'm the richest man you'll ever know.

Just how rich is you?

I am s...

MacKenzie?

No.

Doc's the name. This here's my dad.

Would you like a victory drink?

Should we give him a cluck?

Arnold, is it all right?

Let's give him a cluck.

Did the best I could.

You done good, Stroker.

♪ The chances are ♪

♪ Your chances are ♪

♪ Awfully ♪

♪ Good ♪

This is mine.

Hers is the quiet one.

Anytime I see Torkle, I get worried.

Don't worry... worry.

That's kind of a Jimmy Stewart.

It's Burt.

It's me.

Nothing but white pages.

Give me some stickum, will you Bubba?

Ain't you going to read it, Stroker?

Of course I'm going to read it.

There's print in here,

and it's right side up.

And action!

Let's go.

Ready?

I stay ready.

Kyle, you ready?

♪ Da doo da ♪

Guys, clean up your act!

Where does it say in the contract

the producer has all the fun?

See that tail? Unique?

Got some...

Do it again.

Pembrook Feeney?

That's her real voice.

That's... That's her...

That's real thunder.

Wait for that to die.

Chicken pit advertising

and public relations.

Nah.

Give us that again.

Here we go.

Rolling!

Here we go!

I was about to show Stroker our...

I forgot what it was.

Stay there. I'll come by again.

It's like going by Herschel Walker.

Bags!

So many bags there!

Just keep rolling.

I'll have it in a second.

OK.

I couldn't share a room

with a man I'm not married to.

Why not? I mean...

We have to get going.

We have a r...

It's catching.

Stop!

He has a beautiful voice.

He has a beaut...

Keep singing.

Mark.

That no-class son of a buck

doesn't know who he's dealing with.

I have talked to four lawyers.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Mark!

That no-class son of a buck

doesn't know who he's dealing with.

I talked to four lawyers.

They all said the same thing.

Torkle's got to fire you.

Yeah?

I happen to have a pretty good...

Ready, Burt?

I'm ready.. Hurry up! I'm molting.

Burt, I need technical advice.

Reed, what do you think?

A couple... three things wrong, Burt.

I've been lookin'.

The set's weak.

I like the people you got here.

The home run is...

Your wardrobe is beautiful.

Come on!

Let's have some fun!

What do you say?

Not you, Reynolds.

Cameras rolling.

"B" camera Mark. All right? OK?

OK. Come on, Bubba.

Action, Bubba!

Damn it. The door won't open.

That a cut?

No. Yeah, go ahead and cut it.

Over here.

He's got to fire Stroker

during the seas...

Sorry about that.

You got till 4:00.

The race is over... the last r...

The race is over at 4:00.

Common marker.

Common marker.

You have a nice day? Yeah, right?

What do you mean a raise?