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Please inform me of
the ride that the Madrati

drivers of the rides
just arrived from Milan.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Most excellent and gracious and smooth.

Yes.

Laura.

It's KG.

Is he there?

He's taking a shower.

Give him a message, please.

Jump a ride in town.

Yes, that I am.

May I present myself?

I am Mampuso de Puertado.

It's Mampuso de Puertado.

Mampuso de Puertado.

Mampuso de Puertado.

It's Mampuso de Puertado.

Good morning, Gensor.

Your friends are back.

This time I opened you.

All are in two New York
hours in Monaco last week.

Hangs off. We have to talk.

That bad?

Now we come back.

He's going to challenge you, all right?

He's the age of one, really.

After the work is mass of nine, after that.

Uncle Castellotti.

Where is he?

Really?

So many phone calls.
I thought Francinara came to town.

Oh, tell me the truth, friend.

What do I tell them?

Excuse me, please. My husband isn't here.

He's sad, hollering.

Senor Castellotti, please.

I don't give a fuck who you screw.

Or how many.

But the rule is that you have to be here.

before they made a right
to the morning coffee.

That was the agreement.

Was it not? Laura, please.

Buongiorno, senor.

Canto.

Canto.

Eugenio.

Bring your lucky gloves.

What gloves?

The gloves that will be bare of scum.

I'll be there.

Curtain the old senora.

And you.

Laura, the card.

Boo!

Yeah!

What's going on in there?

A gentleman, the next to the senora,

is trying to shoot his commendatore.

Buongiorno, Buongiorno.

I'll let him leave.

That gun was given to
you for your protection.

I'll talk to Gobi. You're going broke.

I'll let you in, Dr. Liss.

He gets her a gun, she uses.

She carries the payment from
the factory around in her handbag.

Adriana, Germany.

Before I get it, we'll have a gun.

Adriana, we'll take you and
Laura to the cemetery this morning.

And don't forget a worker's nest,

unless you will pay higher wages next year.

Don't fight with Laura.

Mm-hmm.

Good morning.

Someone was hurt.

He's coming for us.

What?

What have I said? Morning, Gobi.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did you know who was in the car?

It was Jean-Barrard.

No, thank you.

They take the record.

We should take it back.

How did our football team
do yesterday? Not that well.

We lost.

Oh, what a long
catalog of disasters.

How long since you took over?

What about Le Mans?

Chapter one, two, and three.

What's that?

Well, one of my mistakes I learned.

was the mistakes you make.

You repeat week after week.

When you play Bologna, I hope you win.

Otherwise, I have to relocate the factory,

so the drivers are not dispirited.

by living in a city whose
football team dwells

in a perpetual twilight of failure.

Bologna Football Club
is the pride of the media.

It's not a bad idea.

Gobi wants to meet.

That means bad news.

Now your mother missed her purpose.

One day she won't and
then I'll be in here with you.

I'm hearing voices and I sleep again.

Not my brother.

And my father.

No, I see their faces, too.

But also now, Campari and Morsakini,

and my two good friends
who died on the same day

24 years ago this week at Monza,

and then evil after them.

And once in time, I loved your mother.

Beyond reason.

She was a different creature then.

But I see you, too, you know.

Every moment I close my eyes.

Your face, I want to see you.

Okay.

Okay.

I got to deal with today.

Did I tell you of my son or
friend and his older brother?

Many times, you see.

It happened.

I lost him in the Great War.

Yes, you know.

Let me tell you, the wrong son died.

If Jesus had lived today
and not a thousand years ago,

he would have been born
in a small town like modern.

He would have been not a carpenter,

but a craftsman in metal like yourselves.

So a god, who understood as a carpenter.

the perfection of the ends,

appreciates as an engineer
the precision of your life,

the nature of metal,

how it can be forged, shaped,

and hammered by your skills into an engine,

holding inside a fire to make power,

to speed us through the world.

Which is why we need fans today.

Are you okay?

How come there's no one here?

It's your Ferrari.

It must arrive.

Only for the moment.

When do we need
you back? Right now.

Okay, take it easy.

Feel the tires warm up.

Then put your foot down.

Look after Cecilia, will you?

Cecilia Manzini.

One minute.

Your Ferrari.

Alfonso de Protago.

We met on the like of Calipati.

Yes, sir.

I was seeking to introduce myself.

Now I'm looking for a work strike.

I don't need another driver report.

Here, that's the word.

What is there to say?

The newspapers, the
radio, they have it all.

They do?

Was he your friend?

Do you know Calipati?

Was it your fault?

The car's fault is fault?

Will you miss him?

Does that bring the boy back?

Why do you push like that?

Why do you think?

I know it matters to you.

To me?

I lost two friends.

Campana and Bortzellini.

I'm also in the middle, I think.

So I knew then it was Enzo build the wall.

Or Enzo go do something else.

Ferrari is an industrial Saturn.

Devour his own children, first of now.

Now Castelotti.

If you continue dealing
with the nation's heroes,

we'll have to go to America
and leave them on foreigners.

I did not kill Castelotti.

The papers blamed you.

It wasn't me.

If anyone, it was his mother.

It's true.

He was engaged to Cecilia Manzini.

His mother wanted him to
marry a woman with more class.

As a result of the weight she put on
his shoulders, he became his threat.

He lost his concentration.

He crashed and died.

He blames the mother.

What I'm saying is, when a
mother interferes in this business,

death usually follows.

Call the bank.

Cancel Castelotti's salary.

And go, kitty.

I need a report on the car, for insurers.

Yes, Ferrari.

Why is the damn top down?

I don't want to get it wet.

It belongs to King Hussein.

Get it inside.

Make sure the cockpit's
right before you end it all.

Install the king and tell them
to get a move on in the shop.

Yes, ma'am.

So?

You're going broke.

Larry's right.

How?

How?

You spend more than you make.

That's how.

The production car is paid for the racing.

I could run for it, you know,
what you spend on racing.

How many production
cars did you make last year?

One hundred forty, one hundred fifty.

Ninety-eight.

One hundred ninety-eight.

No? Ninety-eight.

So what do I do? Find a partner.

I have a partner.

My wife, she's very mean with money.

A real partner?

Like a Niening Fiat or Henry Ford.

Someone who has capital to pop in.

No, impossible.

With money they want control.

I must have total control.

Then I partner with the production cars.

Why do you do what
you like with the racing?

Increase production.

Four hundred customer cars a year.

Attract finance.

Then you can negotiate.

How do we make it?

Never mind how do we sell four
hundred customer cars a year?

Jaguar took the first
three places at Le Mans.

Now their set spokes are full.

You win on Sunday, you sell on Monday.

You're already a king waiting in July.

Jaguar.

Jaguar races only to sell cars.

I sell cars only to be racing.

We are completely different organisms.

Survive or you are not organisms.

Hello.

I am Alfonso Deportado.

I have an appointment with Sir Ferrari.

Take a seat, please.

One millimeter in short.

Attract outside finance.

Or you are out of business.

Sir Ferrari.

This is Donald Ford.

Yeah, I know who it is.

Foggy.

They will kill the botano.

Hey, Brad.

Foggy.

One more thing.

How did Lara get their hands
on the freedom of the blind?

The Nazis were about to arrest me.

I put it in her name
along with half the shares.

We built it together.

Get it back.

If you pay that for a failure of four,

you have to hold all the cars.

Well, it's easier said than done.

Ferrari.

Your Majesty.

One more thing.

If I'm in bad shape,
what of Maserati? Worse.

I give them six months.

They go to the French for finance.

And they too will try to
prove themselves a millimeter.

Everyone's eye will be on it.

Only one team will be on it.

Make sure it's yours.

Your Highness.

Which Highness? That Highness.

You get up to the track.

Your Majesty, come this way.

I hope you got my regiment right.

Last time I peeped with
that, he touched the pedals.

On course.

How did I do it?

You drive by car seat.

Your duties will include
testing and road racing.

A millimeter?

Your driver works two feet.

Not the most powerful car, but
reliable and goes like hell round corners,

so I'll expect you to be in the points.

Actresses.

I have admiration, but keep
them away from the paddock.

They distract photographers
whose attention I'm one of my cars.

Peter.

Look after our new driver.

He's wet and hungry.

Hello, Fong.

Fong.

What are you doing here?

Get the autograph.

Who's calling us?

No, the portables.

All right.

It's not the venue.

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

How are you?

How are you, sir? Fong.

My boyfriend, future world champion.

Famous Fong trips.

The best sports car driver in the world.

The oldest.

Truly the best.

Giddy the best engineer,
but always, always anxious.

Scaliatini.

Working on a project so secret,
we are not allowed to discuss.

Are you ready, sir?

So, Dipper Jago, what brings
you to this neck of the woods,

when everyone knows the future of
chassis technology in the rear engines?

It's in England.

Rear engines?

Yes.

The options for the car.

What we need is more power.

Do you hear that, T.T.

? But they turn quick.

And have no straight line speeds.

In the English, they have a
new invention called brakes.

I'd like my T.T.

All right, we'll pay for Tago.

Cheers.

Cheers.

We'll pay for Tago's hair.

That's a lot to go.

And we'll pay for Tago's hair.

What's so funny?

I wonder, let me pay back.

How can I stay late? It depends.

Where's Pierre?

Oh, he's way home from school.

He asked me yesterday.

Why?

My Pierre Lardie?

My Pierre Lardie.

Papa, have you
got it? The other guy.

No.

He hasn't had a proper picture taken yet.

What's the other guy?

They brought Tago from Spain.

He's going to drive for me.

Great.

Why do you like him so much?

He drives like Farsi.

I want to be a driver.

Thank you.

Not like me.

I only want a few rickses.

This is much better.

Pretend you're inside the center.

In the intake manifold.

Thank you.

Really pretend you're tired.

You're the size of a little man.

Now look out.

It's silver.

What do you see? A big tunnel.

Like a pipe, yes?

Now pretend water races the world.

And when it hits the side, what does it do?

It's almost by a sideways.

But, if I'm more slippery,

fuel and air will move
faster just like the water.

And that is all an engine does.

Moves fuel in, sparks
them into rapid expansion.

All the gas is out, new fuel in.

The faster it can do that,
the more power you make.

It looks better.

Does it?

I have a secret.

You have a life when
the thing works better.

Usually it is more beautiful to the eyes.

Yeah, go ahead.

Are you staying for you?

I'll sit with you in the field.

Are you going to come back after?

Depends on trying.

You need help a lot.

How business with your goals.

Too easy.

What do you mean? Too modern.

I should give you lots of
shit like I normally tell you.

I prefer you like you are.

Oh, I'm sure you do.

But I should make comments, the mistress.

Oh, and so, I feel so sad.

Why do you have to start
coping with diamond metals?

Piano! Sit down.

Don't worry.

You're not going to change your mind.

Thank you.

Thank you? For nothing.

It's not for you.

Do you know the hardest part of
my life with you? There is none.

There is?

What? Being away.

With me.

What do the English say?

A piece of pie? Cake and some.

And you're not.

Suppose you can call me.

He says there are days of numbers,
unless we find the department.

One of the big companies, Fiat or Ford.

You've never had a boss who didn't like it.

We're a practice partner.

He says we have to expand.

He's talking about
building 400 cars a year.

How do we sell 400 cars a year?

We have to win the Mille Mille Mille,
then orders for sports cars will follow.

His man knows contract law.

What does he know about motor racing?

A thousand miles across bad
roads with sheep and dogs.

Anything can happen.

What else?

What else?

You should assign me control of your
stock in the company and the freehold.

So I can deal.

Because Henry Ford won't deal with a woman.

No.

Because if it comes to a
deal, it'll be hard and fast.

I have to have all the cards in my hand.

Well, half the cards are in my hand.

What do you want me to say?

Mr. Ford, we have a deal, but first I must
wait until I ask my wife for permission.

Yes, you can say that.

You know what?

I'm going to give you Power of
Atonia by myself, so you can deal.

For half a million dollars.

I don't have half a million.

You will if you make a deal.

Okay, I'll give you a check. Post stated.

Not post stated.

I'll give you a check on
condition. You promise not

to cash it until and unless
the deal goes through.

Is that reasonable?

Is that reasonable?
We need this.

One question.

What?

I want my gun back.

What?

I want my gun back.

How?

Did you sign the portado?

Yes.

I dropped a contract.

And I need money for Chichile Mazzini.

How much money? 25,000.

What? 25,000.

She's broke?

Her mother told me.

Her mother?

Have you been fucking her mother?

What?

Are you crazy?

I want 25,000 dollars in cash.

You've been fucking the
mother and the daughter.

We have obligations to that family.

We have obligations to that family.

So compassionate, empathetic, or shit.

I am compassionate.

I am compassionate.

Five,

ten,

fifteen, $25,000.

How do you want me to enter this?

Answer a request to Chichile Mazzini.

Buy a property.

She'll have to use the bill,
but we'll retain the freehold.

It's an arrangement in Casa Vida.

Casa Vida.

We have a property in Casa Franco.

Right, yes.

I'm sorry, I got to dance confused.

I also need a banker's
order for a new driver.

His name is the portado.

How do you express it?

D-E-P-O-R-T-A-T.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Castel Vetro.

C'est la tenes desiigneur à commas.

Comentatore.

The press conference.

He's dating Lin the Christian,
that blonde who follows him around.

Oh, yes? The portado.

Your own power.

Let Rita Hayworth from the blonde.

She left her own power for the portado.

What are your reasons?

Wrong merry-go-round.

Here's who be there,

and I will exclude the Massimo and Guisaro.

They are the worst.

No, no, no.

I want them there.

So what do you think?

There is no ashtray.

Are you a prima Donna?

You're the first picking ash out
of a car in 200 kilometers an hour.

I'm offering you a brand-new
car which has the age of Maserati.

Bullshit.

The Maserati is faster,
and it has an ashtray.

If I put in an ashtray, will you
ride it in a Mille Mille? Good.

And don't ask me for a navigator.

You know every inch.

You've raced it 16 times.

I can see it your eyes, you're quite wise.

I'm not seduced by you, sir.

You can obviously not
have got a total problem.

At the angle.

Please know that was lunch.

Good.

I want to know brake wear.

I want steering.

Suspension, gear ratios, final drive.

If it's going to run in the Mille
Mille, it's going to be 100 percent.

Here it comes.

Okay, be Massimo.

I'm not an assassin.

It was a figure of speech.

Out.

Fusaro, you said I was Saturn
devouring his young children.

I was married for the Vatican.

You too, out.

I knew Moretti.

A widow maker.

For the record Castellotti
was not married, okay?

Out.

When we win, I can't see my
cards for shots of starlet asses.

When we lose, you're a lynchbot.

It's enough to make the Pope win.

Let me introduce my spring
team for the Mille Mille.

Mr. De Portago castellotti's
replacement, but he drives like partisan.

He's a true father in the prison.

She's your girlfriend.

Don't answer that question.

This is my old friend Daruffi.

Last time he was second,
this time he will be first.

Peter Collins, future world champion.

Taffy Von Trips, a tiger.

And this is Olivier Jean de Bion, the
fastest driver of road cars in the world.

Yeah! Stop, stop.

Go back.

To her right.

You live here.

But I can't give you something
I want you to do for me.

Fight an article suggesting
that there are rooms that I'm

talking to Henry for the second
about the future of the family.

At the end, say you asked me, bluntly,
and I'm not that categorically denied.

And are you categorically denied yet?

Yes, of course, categorically I denied.

If I write this article, will you give
me an exclusive on your private life?

Yes.

If you promise not to publish it.

For the time being, until I authorize it.

Okay.

It's a deal.

You going tonight?

Yes, with my friends.

It's quiet.

I didn't get him there,
but I was out of there.

It's not about that.

What is it about?

Two weeks he'll be confirmed.

I saw him.

Piero Lardi or Piero Ferrari?

We said that he was
ten years' worth of self.

And Dino's illness got worse
and he's still Piero Lardi.

I'm out of excuses.

Postponder confirmation.

He's full class has been confirmed.

Say he lost his faith in God.

And so.

Who else knows
about him? Nobody.

Apart from the chief of police.

The doctor?

Well, yes, the doctor.

Piero's teachers.

The teachers.

The voni, Sergio.

Of course, the voni.

And the bank manager?

The bank manager.

Enzo.

Apart from them, no one.

Enzo, this is Italy, yes?

All of more than a nose.

Except love.

And that must stay as it is.

Especially for now.

You're going to tell me Enzo, don't you?

He's a bourgeois.

He's so Italian.

Don't make me sound like a beatnik.

You're in French books.

What happened between us and
the war happened? As with many.

And sometimes I wish it didn't.

How can you say that?

Because if I was a woman like
I am now, not twelve years ago,

I would not have interfered
in another woman's marriage.

And now she's lost a child.

But the present is what the present is.

And in our right here,
between me and you and Piero,

what is best for Piero?

Who speaks for him?

You're his father.

How do we reconcile
this? I don't know.

But that makes it nervous.

Why don't you come in?

No. Make a left to use for me.

Because what you're achieving?

I'm going to end the law by the door.

What's this I hear about you
looking for outside investors?

Banjo eating up all your money?

No. With television it's
going to be a big business.

This one has to be capitalized.

The game is changing itself.

And this outside capital will magically
bestow its favours upon Maserati.

Of course. After we eat the meat.

It's going to be a big business.

The children haven't seen them
since the day they were born.

That's very sad. Here's to you
and that pack of Columbine Louts.

Look at the Maserati deal.

Banjo, baro, sterling
moss, hard-nosed bros,

men with a brutal determination to win,
with a cruel emptiness in their stomachs.

Detached men, loyal to one thing,
not the team, loyal to their last to win.

It rains, the track is slippery with oil,

and even I enter the car, will they falter?
No.

My spring team.

Courageous, skillful, yes.

Recently in school.

The aristocrats strike them
on the neck below them.

Gentlemen, sportsmen, very nice.

On the straight and
to the tight corner at

the moment, there's
only one line through it.

Baro pulls up next to you, challenging.
You're even.

But two objects cannot occupy the same
point in space in the same moment in time.

Baro doesn't lift.
The corner raises at you.

You have perhaps a crisis of identity.
Am I a sportsman or a competitor?

How will the French Nick
of me if I run Baro to a tree?

You lift, he passes, he won, you lose.

Because at that same moment
Baro thought, fuck it, we both die.

Make no mistake, all of us
are racers, but I have been.

We all are certain.
It will never happen to me.

And my friend is killed.
I give up racing forever on Monday.

I'm back racing by Sunday.

We all know it's our deadly passion.

Our terrible joy.

But if you get into one of my cars, then
no one is forcing you to take that seat.

You get into it.

Break later.

Steal their line.

Make them make no mistake.

I would have taken him.

Then?

I'm changing the
lineup for the Mille Villa.

I want you and Olivier to swap cars.

You'll drive a little coupe
and you'll take one of the 335s.

You're giving me one of the
most powerful cars in the race.

Well, put it another way.
I'm giving Olivier the more agile coupe.

Won't he mind?

Well, of course he will,
but he'll be too anyway.

This is the power of the tourney.

Which is an inferior request
till you put your name on.

And the check for $500,000.

He has not been signed.

The signing of this affidavit was commutation
rather than the exchange of the check.

I'm sure it was an oversight.

Worshik was that way.

Go away.

Excellent.

I hold on to this until I
get my check signed.

I want information about the special
payments made by the factory last year.

To who? Lina Lardi.

Lina Lardi.

I want to know how much they are.

I want to know how long
they've been going on.

Yes.

And so, Lina Lardi, what
does the name mean to you?

The boy is yours?

Yes.

I need to think about this.

She found out.

The boy? That too.

So, what do you think?

The driver in front will face his
pants when he sees it in his mirror.

When it passes, it has an ass
on it like a Kenova sculpture.

So what do I do?

What do you want
to do? Leave her.

Sure.

Do it.

You see that peeking up there.

I left it's the rope,
but it won't come out.

It's forgotten what the freedom is.

Freedom for that peeking is peeking fine.

Tell her that you too should live apart.

You are going to live with Lina, and
that you are going to recognize the boy.

Everybody thinks that you should anyway.

I don't give a damn what everybody thinks.
What do you think?

There are a lot of people on
your payroll with the families.

The family is continuing to stay far.

We have history.

Stay there peeking on your bed meat.

I thought you could break your heart.

When did it start? The war.

The factory had been bought twice.

I began during the worst of it.

She worked the carats earlier on landing.

You and Lina were in a hues up here,
and by Christmas she was pregnant.

So I broadcast her veteran,
and she went to live there.

Is she different from the others?

I was in love with her.

And I still am.

I found myself sharing my whole
life with a woman I have never met.

He makes a mockery of you in
the years when our son was ill.

When he was dying.

How can you say that?

That boy, is he going to
inherit our factory, our name?

Because I don't want him to. We have a son.

One son, two sons, five sons.

I miss Dino any less.

Every morning I see him in the cemetery.

The hospital he died
in is funded in his name.

A school was built in his honor.

Honor? Who gives a shit?

You weren't supposed to save him.

You blame me for his death?

Yes. Yes, because you
promised me he wouldn't die.

Everything.

I did everything.

Table showing what calories he could eat.

What went in? What came out?

I grabbed a degrees of albuminoria.

The degrees of exotemia.

Diuresis.

I know more about nephritis
and dystrophy than carbs.

I blame you, I blame you.

Could you let him die?

The father deluded himself.

The great engineer.

I will restore my son to health.

Swiss doctors, Italian doctors, motion.

I could not.

I did not.

Because you were so
consoled at Captain Betro.

You lost your attention.

You had another boy growing
stronger while Dino was getting away.

He got sicker.

What goes on in your
mind? He got sick.

This trophy.

Kidneys.

It destroyed him.

It destroyed us.

What do you get?

You have another son.

You have another wife.

She's not my wife.

But he is my son.

These are the papers that give
you power to negotiate on my behalf.

And there is no problem with your check.

You forgot to put your name on it.

We are partners.

This is a gunpoint to better head.

We'll catch you before I conclude
the deal, but I'll use no more.

That's right.

It's done.

She knows.

You'll come to Mortena.

What?

Why not?

Mortena is where I live.

It's not me.

It's about Piero.

Does he sneak
around? There's room.

She knows he is our boy.

She knows he is my son.

But nothing has been resolved.

You go back to sleep.

Ferrari, Ferrari, Ferrari.

This is where this is being adopted.

My senses.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, Orsi.

Good afternoon, Ferrari.

I'm entering five cars.

Colleagues.

I'm moving there for a time of my trips.

Are you making a reach?

Yes, what do you mean? No sleep.

Especially.

Good evening, Comendo Torres.

And to you, my friend.

Make sure they show these at every control.

Otherwise, there is quite a lot.

I have a few less-minute instructions.

Refueling.

Remind the mechanics.

The gas is to go into the tanks.

Not on the drivers.

Especially to Rufia.

I prefer not to go off on the planes.

Right until the end.

What do I say?

My darling Louise.

Same as where I ride before every race.

I have no worry for
myself in this race, as ever.

My only fear is that you will
need me and I won't be here.

In that unlikely eventuality.

I have no fear for myself in this race.

Good morning, Peter.

Now, this car needs to be a good one.

This car can wait.

Once you're over the mountains,
you've got the legs on the others.

Then it's either you or they could talk.

Do you ever understand?

Or are you forgetting
about Marx and Bearer?

Watch out for stray dogs and children.

They're the real danger.

You can win this one to Rufia if you don't
smoke yourself to death before it's over.

What's the weather like
on the Budapest? Good.

Listen to me.

You need this race.

How can you tell your
grandchildren that you think of

every trophy in Europe
that you never want to press?

Make sure I get the backup.

No foul-ups, especially at the fuel stops.

Alright, thanks to spirit.

Sterling, I'm well set.

Yes.

Take the lead right away and stay in front.

Sure.

Great.

John, you stay back behind the Ferraris.

Wait.

Some will brake, eliminate themselves.

Then attack before ballon.

Okay.

Oh, I did not complain.

Okay, let's see what she can do.

Let him go, Mark!

Mark! No brakes.

Bloody pedal snapped off.

Mark's is out.

No brakes.

This is great.

I apologize for coming in
the middle of the race, Ferrari.

But I have this article by the cat in
front of me that is solely stunning.

I've got words fiction.

I have absolutely no idea
where they get their stories.

This is important.

Ferrari cannot go to foreign ass.

You are a national treasure.

Exactly.

The mind is the Jewel after
sprint to pull its cars into every race.

If it's a bet, why didn't
you call me? I did.

You said no.

Impossible.

When was this? 1917.

Stop it.

You were a child.

I was 19.

I needed a job.

The secretary came back with a card.

One word written on it.

No.

That was a long time ago.

In business each day is not a day.

Well, the personality of Fiat is timeless.

The offer you would make me
would be full of convenience.

That is not so.

My bosses would be bookkeepers in two.

The mission talked us over.

If you're looking for financial
assistance, talk to me, please.

Not followed.

You're busy now.

Call me after the meeting, yeah?

I'll call you first thing tomorrow.

Pick me back.

I can't.

Come on.

How much time do you have?

The first car has arrived in about an hour.

Mother has too.

Everything okay? No?

The transmission is gone.

The gear is on, the rear axle, the
bloody six-bar will be in the way.

Who's behind me? Everyone.

You're in the lead.

That was out.

For pipeline.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was us I was worried about.

Well, I've fucked the bloody
transmission up now, haven't I?

Kid, you want college banana?

Just hold the position.

The white bar who may want.

But if we continue this pain
for the teacher of the factory...

My factory is built on racing.

They are racers.

I think I can make it.

You better get geriatric.
If you don't finish in

the first three, your wife
will never speak to you.

You knew about her and you never told me.

He is entitled to her there.

I gave him one.

As it was learnt, one was not enough.

I gave him one. I gave
him one! I gave him one.

You're not doing it.

I'm not the guy.

Make a pardon?

Get the can all in.

Hello? The arrow.

Yes.

It's Enzo.

I wanted to congratulate you.

Well, what happened is
separate from your victory today.

People go to the Ace of the Books.

Come in, Torrey.

Good night, the arrow.

And again, I salute you.

The police are on the way from Rome.

They want the car.

I don't know.

No, I don't know what.

I'm sorry.

I will tell you in your court.

I'm going to Torrey's not available.

I'm sorry, it's really tight now.

Okay.

See after that, I don't want
to answer your questions.

The spiel, the curbs, the brick.

Something's only to cut it.

Lina, go to me.

She wants me to bring you there.

What happened?

We all know death is nearby.

No.

No, children don't know.

Families don't know.

I have to talk to those
vultures and then drag me on.

Tovoni, Tommaso.

Enzo.

She cast a check.

What happened?

You brought us some go-go-to trials.

Did you realize that you connected this?

I'm going to lie to nine
people, including five children.

How do you plan to
respond to the whole thing?

I didn't like it just to find
the number of people.

Because they made them.

No.

I'm not going to lie to you.

Don't phone Lina for me.

Tell her I'll call her maybe tomorrow.

I'll abuse this.

No.

Did you realize that
you're negative? No lights.

I have a headache.

The phone's been ringing all night.

I took it off the hook.

Enjoying real trouble, you
know, to do with the tires.

The press is competing for
who can vilify you the most.

Nothing wrong with the tires.

He hates something.

Have you taken any calls?

Ugolini from the gazette.

What did you tell him?

I told him to fuck himself.

Then that man from after
sport, I told him to fuck himself.

Then Aenely.

Aenely?

I told him to go back.

Anyone else? Quoggy.

I told him to fuck himself.

Then I took the phone off the hook.

Great.

Mama, what are you
doing? I'm all bad.

When do we leave?

We're not going anywhere.

Go back to sleep.

This is God's way of punishing us.

Us?

You think he slaughtered
nine people that we

need so little to get
even with you and me?

I got a message from the bank.

You cash the cheque.

They're calling insolvency experts.

We're done.

The bank is getting
hysterical over nothing.

You bankrupted us.

And to stop it.

What good are you doing yourself?

I went cake, because Mama are tears.

Who are you?

Who have you become?

Since Sebastian.

You stand there and let
them shoot arrows in your ass.

Go beat the hell out of them.

The writers, those cheap
hacks, threaten them, extort them.

And they're still on their feet.

The most sanctimonious and hypocritical.

Those, you give them brown envelopes.

Then they also will
discover that perhaps the

sage of Maranello has
been maligned and firm.

Perhaps moderation should reassess
itself in the distinguished Italian press.

And for that you need the cash.

Use your alpaca suitcase and go fight.

It crossed my mind.

It crossed my mind.

You're financing
this? No, lending it.

And the conditions
are? No conditions.

No conditions.

There was a part of you indeed,
your warmth, your wit, your joy.

He had that.

I had that from you in our early years.

But after a time, I only
got what was left when

you came home from
the fight in the factory.

The ambition that drives
the plot, the paranoia.

You're not fucking
as if I could say a thing

of what I loved in
you I also found in you.

All is calm.

There's no condition, you are the money.

But it is my wish.

For my grief, for our son,
for the years building this.

You do not acknowledge the boy
with the name Ferrari while I am alive.

How did you get here?

I came with Giuseppe.

Giuseppe.

Your mother sent him because
she wants me to come home.

You haven't been here before, have you?

No.

You know something?

Your mother and you are going
to come live with me in Modena.

Papa, is the TV reception
better? Much better.

You can see the tower from my window.

Did you get the
Batales autograph? I did.

Come.

I'll introduce you to your brother Dino.

I wish you could have known him.

He would have taken
you with him everywhere.

I wish you could have known him.