You swim like an old lady.
I need to change the gate security code.
Jump in. It's wonderful today.
That's not why I'm here.
You disappeared.
I've been busy.
I should have married you to stop you from running away.
Are you sure I'd have said yes?
-Oh, so it's serious stuff. -Yes, I need a loan.
I've always liked that about you.
No beating around the bush. Shoot.
300,000.
You'll get 350 back in four months.
Ele, I might be many things,
but I'm not a loan shark.
We all know your plans. Don't challenge your family.
Actually, they're the ones against me.
And you’re the last one who should be talking.
Well, I don't have that amount.
Yeah, sure.
With all the betting you do, the watch on your wrist would be enough.
Your watch doesn't look cheap either.
Sell it.
You know it was my dad's.
You're an asshole.
"Asshole." I'm the asshole?
You come and go as you please, then ask for money, and I'm the asshole?
Of course, I'm an idiot.
-I got here too late, huh? -Wait.
Since when do you take orders from my brother?
I don't take orders from anyone. You know that.
I just don't go against the Dionisi family.
It's just business. Business.
You should listen to me, Ele.
Don't risk it. Wait, where are you going? Nobody will lend you that much money.
Enough bullshit. We're not kids anymore.
So? Come on, talk to me. Are you blackmailing me to stop me?
You can do whatever you want, okay?
I'm just protecting Dad's assets.
I've always wondered why he didn't choose you.
Believe what you want, Giulio. I won't give up.
I won't fucking give up either.
We have this one and this one. This came in last week.
A true bomb. A moving workshop.
And a five-star hotel.
Any thoughts?
A second-hand one is okay.
As long as there's room for three bunk beds…
It's temporary. I'll pay you back tomorrow.
Elena, "tomorrow"? And without any collateral?
Your brother was clear.
Here.
Your collateral.
Treat it well. I'll be back for it in 24 hours.
Everything okay?
Yes, why?
And the watch?
A setback with the bank…
-Is that why you ran away last night? -Not at all.
We said no details, right?
So do you want the second-hand one?
-No… -No?
-We'll get this one. -Ah, excellent choice.
I'll set it up and be right back.
What are you doing? Raising like in poker?
I don't want my brother's leftovers.
Who cares who it belonged to?
You always do things your own way. You don’t share.
Are we a team or not?
Benini, we'll be a team when we're on the podium.
Dionisi needs my help again.
You know I like doing business with you. Let's have a toast.
You understand the main point?
You are asking me for a lot of money
with a long-term deadline.
I need cash for operating costs.
The championship prize money will pay the debt.
Which Berselli or maybe your brother will win.
Berselli hasn't improved his cars in years and has a dumb son and an old driver.
My brother?
My brother can't even drive, let alone win anything.
So, let's say everything goes well.
In the end, you get the cup.
But the championship isn't over.
Time goes by, and my interests increase.
I'm a Dionisi. I have resources.
That worries me. Truth is, they have cut you off.
What do you want? My condo?
That's useless to me. I grew up here, in the suburbs.
The city center bores me.
You know what I'd prefer? The company, yeah.
It's my father's legacy. Forget it.
Yes, but you see, Bruno made a few inheritance-related mistakes.
I know because I pay my lawyers to keep up.
Asshole.
But you said you'll win. So it's irrelevant.
Here's the plan. We'll sign a few agreements.
We'll use them only if things go wrong.
These days getting fucked over is easy.
By midnight, you'll have all the cash you want.
You don't have to come here every day.
You can't make up for lost time.
Then I won't come tomorrow.
Have fun by yourself in here.
Be careful in Monza.
Remember how it went at the Lesmo last time.
You know, hospitals are like hair salons.
Everyone gossips.
Listen, that young girl,
she's got a light touch.
Fuck, yeah, as light as a feather.
And Dionisi?
Have her increase traction on corner exits.
It all comes down to braking.
But I have to convince Blu to brake.
I wonder why her mother called her Blu.
Who knows.
You know her, right?
I used to.
Where is she now?
Not far from here, I guess.
She was hard-working.
I lost contact when she started dating a jerk.
I told her, "Girl, what's up?" "Fuck off," she answered.
"The kids have left, and I don't want to be alone forever."
I've got no news.
Only she knows.
I knew you'd come back.
But I almost had to kick the bucket.
The Biassono at 200 in full fifth gear.
Can I have a yellow bear?
No, actually, a little crocodile.
These are vitamins, not candy.
Even better, right?
Remember, it's my birthday dinner on Monday at my parents'.
Mm-hmm.
Don't leave me alone with those two.
Don't worry.
Wow, look at that!
Hey.
All of this is for you, you know?
For us.
Things are getting serious here, huh?
Oh, you're early.
-Good. -Are we all sleeping in here?
Yes, we are.
Like camping.
Fun, right?
-Have you studied the map? -Yes.
-Did you get nine hours of sleep? -Yes.
Did you eat what I told you?
I'm full of vitamins and proteins.
But you had a wild night, right, Barnie?
Look at your face.
You're right. I had trouble sleeping.
Sleep now if you want. I'll drive, so you have three hours.
Come on. Let's load the truck.
Hey.
Is there a fridge on the spaceship?
Well?
We're not going on holiday.
Only team members on the truck. That's the rule.
-He's my brother. -I get it, Blu, but we're working.
We're already cramped in there.
I could find him a place to sleep in Monza.
Well? Cool, isn't it?
Yes, but listen, Ahmi…
You can't ride on the truck.
But they can find a nice place for you to sleep in Monza.
You don't have to come.
It's a matter of laws and insurance.
Right, insurance.
Of course I'm coming.
Your first race out of town.
-Go ahead. I'll follow you. -Okay.
What song is that?
Hey!
I asked you what you're listening to.
Nothing.
An old song.
My mom used to play it when she was sad, which was all the time.
Let me hear it too then.
-No. -Yes.
I didn't peg you as someone who's into oldies.
I like the classics. These lyrics are great.
Are they? "Rum and cocaine"?
No, if you listen carefully, the story behind them is bittersweet.
-Really? -Yeah.
There's a female dancer.
She smuggles weapons into Cuba and falls for Miguel, who is never around.
She chooses Pedro, Miguel finds out, shoots at them,
and she runs away.
I guess I never really listened to it.
For fuck's sake.
Can you turn the music down? Someone's trying to sleep in here!
At least change this shit.
Come on.
And it was Fidel, not Miguel.
Fidel Castro.
Back then, you couldn't name him on TV.
You know it well, huh?
Everyone does.
Who is Fidel Castro?
Yeah, forget it.
-As the moon! -Come on!
Stop it!
POLICE STATION
Hey! Did they change the baby's diaper?
Yeah, your sister's!
Impossible, let's say no.
Will you end up between my car and the finish line today?
Relax. You won't even see me this time.
Who are you?
Diletta. Hi, sorry, nice to meet you.
Blu.
Fancy a drink tonight?
Drinking the night before the race?
You don't have to come. You'll still be finishing your laps.
Thanks, but I'll be in Milan. I have my father's brand launch party.
-I have to be there. -Come on.
Or else I’ll be cut out of the will. Maybe next time, okay?
-Guys! -What?
We need help here.
I'm coming.
Keep your lines clean.
Maximize grip.
Listen, between turns one and two, go easy on the gas,
or you'll spin out like at Mugello.
What's a launch party?
"Launch party"? Hey! What are you talking about?
Don't let him get to you. His world, his things.
Who cares?
Focus on yourself.
Stay focused. He won't even see you coming. Come on!
You've got it!
Come on, damn it! Stay focused!
QUALIFICATION RACE 2
Nowak and Ambrosio are definitely on the first or second row.
You got it, Blu!
Losing traction at first is normal.
Tell me your gears.
Third, fourth, fifth, fourth.
Good. How does it feel?
I'm talking to you.
It's perfect!
-Perfect. -Perfect.
Excellent lap for SC17. They're aiming for the pole position.
-Ready. -Let's wait.
-We're ready. -Stop! I said wait!
Well done, in fourth place.
-One more lap with perfect tires. -Go!
Go get the front row, Blu, go!
Alpha Blaze delays Ferri's entrance.
Only four minutes until the end of the qualification.
What will their strategy be?
Venturi's Porsche has secured an average…
She's fast. She could make it.
-She will. -Let's go.
Watch out! Venturi enters the homestretch.
-Now, go! -Go!
No! Shit!
What a turn of events…
-Come on! -What the fuck?
Alpha Blaze's aggressive entrance forces Venturi to brake and lose position.
The judges will decide whether the move was fair.
Hey! What the fuck are you doing?
-Sorry. -Arturo.
You wanted to play tough, didn't you?
Get her out, or you'll be disqualified this time.
Shame on you.
Oh, come on! You know it happens sometimes.
No, these are the cheap tricks you pull when you can't win anymore.
This is not how he taught us to race.
Are you still bringing Dad up? Who do you want to take out this time?
Come on. Let's go. Blu is coming back in.
If you have something to say, go tell the race steward!
Fuck you!
Come on.
-He did it on purpose, that piece of shit. -I don't think so. It happens.
What? You saw it!
They got the timing wrong, but he's right. It happens.
Anyway, it's not bad. You're in the third row.
Tomorrow is when it really matters. Chill.
"Chill"? I was first! Whose side are you on?
Pole position for Paolo Ferri…
-Shithead is first. -Enough. Go get changed.
-Come on. -Get some rest.
-Yeah, right. -You did well!
Venturi starts in fifth position.
Teams must remain operational and follow instructions…
Anyway, thanks for earlier.
Damn, that car was flying. You did a great job.
We might not be a team, but we're starting to get along.
Wow! What's this? Some kind of compliment?
Are you okay, Benini?
I'm just used to telling the truth.
What about you?
You got your watch back.
You really are obsessed with time, aren't you?
Just focus on the track.
I liked what you did earlier, you know?
Good job!
-Dude! -Pole position! We've got this!
-Let's go! -You're the best.
-Told you. -Unbeatable!
-Nobody stands a chance. -Let's go celebrate.
Good job.
Congrats on the pole.
You want something?
-You’ve got some nerve, huh? -What do you mean?
You cut in front of me. You slowed me down.
You're the one who didn't see me. You almost crashed into me.
Don't lie. You came out of the pit suddenly.
Is that so? So if you lose, it's someone else's fault?
Typical loser behavior.
-Asshole! -Hey, stop!
Stop it!
Enough, they may disqualify us.
Take care of it somewhere else.
I'm game. You know that. Anytime.
Are you mad? Chill out. I know the perfect road.
Take my car.
I'm on probation. If they catch me, it's over. I can't.
I knew it!
She's a pussy, scared shitless off the track.
Sweetie might be on her period.
You shut up, okay?
Where's the road?
All right, the first to reach the Royal Villa of Monza wins.
It takes 15 minutes. If you push it, it'll take half the time.
You. Drop the flag.
-Her phone is off. -Where is she?
Hey, Arturo!
I know where those two idiots went.
-Let's go. -Meaning?
What's going on?
-A private race. -No!
Fuck. That idiot will go back to jail.
So? Are you coming or not?
I've got the pre-race briefing. Bring her back!
Idiot!
Are you ready?
Three!
Two!
One!
Go!
She's fast.
I swear I’ll kill you!
What a jerk!
POLICE
-Shit. -Shit.
Think, think. Come on.
The road is closed.
Yes!
Stop!
Call an ambulance!
-Come on! -Go!
Amazing!
You peed your pants though.
What the fuck?
Sorry.
-Let's finish the race. -No, calm down.
We have to stay put. They'll drive by again.
-How many times have you done this? -Oh, I grew up doing this.
You learned to race on your family's estate.
My parents disapprove of my racing.
But it's my one and only talent.
Listen.
Sorry about today.
I mean it.
I followed orders. I didn't know where you were.
-No biggie. I'll kick your ass tomorrow. -Will you? I've won today though.
What the fuck? I let you pass to slow them down!
Are you always so fired up?
Don't you like it?
I do.
We have to go.
Let's leave the cars here.
ARTURO MISSED CALL
Shit.
You know the rules. If you fuck up, you get a drive-through.
And listen.
Let's put some space between the Dionisis to avoid any sparks.
Ferri's exit was borderline illegal.
All right, see you tomorrow.
Are you happy about that scene you made?
I don't know what you're talking about. I'm trying to keep a promise.
You? You gambled everything you had.
Mostly by cheating.
-Now you care about promises. -Enough with this.
I just want what belongs to me.
You didn't deserve the team.
You can't manage it, and it shows.
Unlike me.
Good job. Congrats.
Finally, the baby boy is having his moment.
But he's scared shitless.
Just a matter of time, and you'll show your true colors.
People don't change, and I know you.
You'll screw up as usual and drop the act.
I'm tired of being ashamed of my last name because of you.
-If they're not here in 10, I'll go look. -Unless the police get here first.
Here they come.
You're such a disappointment, you know that?
-How are you? -Good.
Get in the car, you fool.
Arturo.
Sorry, I screwed up, but nothing happened in the end.
You're not ready.
What do you mean?
You're out of the team.
Arturo, what are you talking about?
You're not cut out for this life.
You're not a racing driver.
You're nothing.
You'll end up in a ditch or in jail.
What do you know about me?
Who do you think you are, loser?!
My life is a complete mess, and it's all your fault! Huh?
I can't believe I trusted a jerk like you!
I trusted a murderer!
Don't touch her. You hear me? Don't you dare!
-Leave it! -Wanna hit me?
Go ahead!
Let's get out of here, please.
Arturo?
Did you find her?
She has to sign in a few hours.
Hey, what's wrong?
We argued, and I went a little too far.
And?
I told her she's out of the team.
What did you do?
No matter what, you don't kick someone out of the family.
Ever!
I'll go look for her.
Are you okay?
Relax, he didn't hurt me.
You would have killed him, right?
I would, for you.
What are you doing?
You prefer him, don't you?
What are you talking about? Are you nuts?
-I'm talking about Paolo. -Paolo?
I saw how he looked at you, you know?
I've known you forever.
I've always looked at you. Always.
You never noticed.
I know you so well. I get you, no words needed.
Why him and not me? Why?
What are you talking about?
What's up with everyone tonight?
Better alone, like an abandoned dog!
It's an honor having you here in person, sir.
And this late!
Your water-cooling system is envied all over the world.
Yes, but we only supply the best.
Excuse me.
Arianna.
Giulio Dionisi.
Blu.
Hey!
I'll sign and go home, don't worry.
I'm not going anywhere. You're not alone.
-We have the race. -Arturo--
Forget him.
We're a team.
Straight at 280.
First chicane, right, left.
Biassono on full throttle.
The Roggia.
Braking.
Enter the turn at 88.
-And-- -You still remember it?
No drinking before the race.
There are many things we shouldn't do.
And yet… Right?
Racing is easier out there.
No one cares who you are. You just step on it.
Here with the suits and all eyes on you…
You shit yourself, huh?
I feel I have something to prove.
You already did that.
Tell me what you did wrong.
Exiting the fourth.
I braked too soon on the seventh and changed gear too late on the tenth.
When you feel under pressure,
you feel alone.
You're scared.
And when you're scared, you are fast and careless.
You need to step on it, but only at the right time.
Got it?
Did you know my mom?
Arianna.
Yeah…
Well?
Very well.
Arianna wanted you so much.
They both wanted a child so much.
And did my father know she was pregnant when he died?
I don't know.
I think so.
Let's try something before everyone gets here.
Now breathe, visualize the track,
and listen to me.
Just listen to me and the car. Go.
From here to the first corner in first gear.
To the left a bit.
Good.
Can you feel the straight?
Okay. Nearing the chicane.
Feel the acceleration before the chicane.
Right.
Step on it.
Left. Good. Well done. Nice.
More gas, faster.
Feel it.
Relax. Step on it, but relax.
Listen to the car.
A little to the right.
Feel the rhythm?
Speed up gradually again. The car is finding its trajectory.
Good, just like that. Listen to it.
Inside curb!
Good job. Yes.
Watch the Lesmo. Fast right.
Okay, slow down. Good.
Widen it again.
Let it slide.
Smoothly.
Widen it. Good job!
Come on, Blu! That's it!
Excellent!
Let it glide. That's it, go!
Step on it. You're not alone. Go!
Just like that, Blu!
Blu Venturi blasts out of Lesmo 2 with the SC17 Porsche.
RACE 2/6 MONZA CIRCUIT
A missile of an exit!
There she is, getting ready to overtake Filippi's Lamborghini.
Perfect. Third. Go. Into the slipstream.
I know that.
What an overtake, guys!
Meanwhile, a bad accident at the Ascari chicane.
Two cars were involved!
Venturi follows Donati's Honda closely. She widens and overtakes him.
That's how it's done!
Now, wait.
Keep your distance.
I've got him. Can I?
I told you to wait!
Or he'll catch up on the straight. Wait!
Arturo, calm down.
Stay on his tail.
Go when I tell you to. Okay?
-Fine. -She said "fine." She's listening.
The race is getting tight.
Step on it.
Speed up.
-I lost him! -It's for the best. He'll brake earlier.
Ferri gains precious tenths on the straight.
Venturi growls, on the hunt!
That's it. Good.
Ready. Almost there.
Get ready, Blu.
-He needs to squeeze her. -He can't.
Alpha Blaze versus SC17.
-Shall I? -Blu in the slipstream!
-Such tension! -Wait!
Holding our breath. It's pure tension!
-Now! -Go!
The Porsche shoots out like a bullet! They reach the Ascari side by side.
What an overtake! She scraped the curb! What a show!
The crowd is going wild! Everyone roots for this phenomenon!
Ferri is behind.
The checkered flag is waving for Venturi!
The rookie wins first place!
First place goes to Blu Venturi!
She scores 20 points and places third overall.
CHAMPIONSHIP STANDINGS 3 BLU VENTURI 28 PTS
-Go team! -Well done!
Nice!
-Well done! -Great job!
Well done, Venturi!
-Congrats! -Good job!
You're a star!
Well done!
I knew you could do it. I knew it!
-A masterpiece! -Well done!
-Good job! -A shitty race.
-You came second, not bad. -What happened?
I tried. She was faster.
Thank God you tried! Thank you!
Well done!
Shall we celebrate with them?
Take her out for dinner. I'm paying anyway!
You might not get it. We need to change our mindset.
Fair play is useless with assholes!
I pay you to win!
Got it?
I'm exhausted. I'll sleep for two days straight.
What a bore!
Back in the day, you'd have partied all night long. Oh, yes.
I've got something.
A small souvenir.
What do you know about how I used to party, huh?
-You were a kid when I was on the track. -Yes.
A very smart kid.
And you're back on the track, right?
BLU, WHERE ARE YOU?
DINNER'S READY
Eat.
I'll wait for Blu.
Behave when you're at home.
It's almost nine.
She's not coming. She doesn't care about you.
She was tired. She must have fallen asleep.
Shit.
Subtitle translation by: Valentina Munaro