Who's texting you so late?
It's Ms. Dionisi. She wants to know if I'm in bed.
It's technical scrutineering day tomorrow.
-What did you say? -That her message woke me up.
Blu, aren't you racing tonight?
If it's you asking, I will.
Show me.
The best one drifted and stopped 72 centimeters from the hole.
Whoever gets closest wins.
If you fall in, well, you've lost.
He knows
And he smiles
He's looking at us and smiling
My love
I'm enough
…I'll have for you
Go for it!
In every race city,
she must sign in at the police station twice.
On arrival and on departure.
Any violation of the order, misstep, or mess-up will mean immediate revocation,
which means Blu Venturi goes straight back to jail, okay?
If everything is clear, please sign here.
Everything is clear.
After what she did at Mugello,
it takes a certain amount of courage to put her in one of those cars.
My dad used to say that a champion is born when someone believes in them.
Venturi and Ambrosio on the track.
Why the hell doesn't she answer?
Come on, Blu, answer. Come on.
Hey, Elena, look at this.
Your driver went crazy last night.
Blu! Blu! Blu! Blu!
Blu! Blu! Blu!
I told you. She's not a driver.
Shit.
What are you looking at?
What's on your face?
Fuck!
Timed tests include…
Sorry I'm late.
Here's your driver.
Don't talk to me.
Get in the car and shut up.
And when I call, you answer me.
"Get in the car"? It isn't set up yet.
And besides, she hasn't slept at all. She still reeks of yesterday's alcohol.
-Listen-- -No one is getting in this car today.
Listen, scrutineering is today only.
She'll get in the car and do three laps. Otherwise, she'll miss the championship,
and we'll all lose more than we can afford to lose. Me first.
You heard the boss, clown.
You need to learn to shut up, kid!
Maybe I haven't been clear.
He's your driver manager.
Arturo, you train her. She will listen,
or you'll end up back in jail tonight, and you'll get murdered in the garage.
What do you say? Should we get to work or not?
I like this toy.
This "toy" is worth a fortune.
Remember to tighten up the last corner,
and don't push it on the elevation changes.
-She's driving? -Yes.
All right, all right.
-Listen, just don't push it. -Leave it to me.
To begin with,
go wash your face, and hurry up.
I mean, seriously?
-How much? 200? 250? -The color's nice, isn't it?
Let's be clear. Your team's expenses won't be on our family.
We already have a team. It's called Alpha Blaze.
You don't get how bad it is for the company to have two rival teams.
The only good thing for the company is for a Dionisi to win the championship.
And who is your winning team?
Tell me.
Benini, the loser? The lost cause?
Or that out-of-control crook of a driver?
Who races at night. Everyone knows it.
I hope this lunatic doesn't wreck the car.
Tomorrow, you're taking it back to Vasco.
-Life is not always a game, sis. -Go to hell.
TECHNICAL SCRUTINEERING RACE 1
Last chicane.
Radius of curvature.
See? She knows how to handle chicanes.
She'll go out on the left.
No!
Shit!
Shit! Shit!
Well, until T3, she was making great time.
What? It was crazy. If not for the gravel, she'd have hurt herself.
And she didn't even do the T4 zone. I mean…
All right, then. Who else is there that you can call?
You're fast, huh?
You're a good driver.
I hope you pass the scrutineering.
I just spoke to the committee.
She's a novice, so a margin of error is tolerated.
After all, the first lap was good. They'll let us try again before race 1.
-So I'm in. -Absolutely not.
You have ten days to pass the test and rock the championship.
I can't believe it.
God only knows how you convinced them.
-Unbelievable. -Move.
We're just wasting time.
Come on, guys, a little optimism.
A little optimism, okay?
This sucks.
Where are we going?
Finally. I like this one.
-Nice, huh? -Well? Are we going or not?
She's your driver.
Come on.
Easy on the gas. Hey! Be gentle.
Now that we're going straight, touch the brake. Try it.
Easy, not all the way.
See those snowdrifts?
I'm not blind, Barnie.
Drive through them, make a sharp turn, and keep going. Come on.
Watch the snowdrift.
Come on. Wide, rounded curves. No sharp turns.
Feel the car. You have to feel the car.
Come on, Blu.
Steer the other way. No hesitation.
Nice and wide. Make a round turn.
You have to-- Don't--
Now pick up the speed and countersteer.
Don't hit the poles.
Countersteer!
-Now. -Now!
Okay, so you're not a driver. Come on.
Are you out of your mind? We're driving on snow.
Get out.
Impressive.
Just a cozy little place.
Well done, Barnie. Go and do some gardening.
Ahmi, you won't believe where I am. This place--
-Can I have it back? -No.
At sunset, it's time to sleep. You don't need your phone.
-Will you tell him to give it back? -Let’s take it easy. Come on.
Come on, give it back to her.
Damn you both.
What is this place?
If you don't like it, you can go back to your cell tomorrow.
Breakfast is at 5:00. Don't be late, please.
Good night.
-Listen? -Mm?
I'm not talking to that guy. Not today, not tomorrow.
Believe it or not,
"that guy" is the best thing life has to offer you.
No one loved your dad like he did.
If you don't want to talk to him, don't. As long as you listen to him. Okay?
Good night.
FOLLOW - MESSAGE
No!
What are you doing? It's cold!
Come on, let's go!
It hurts, doesn't it, Barnie?
When you race, it's not the speed that kills you, nor the apex of a turn.
It's emotions.
To do this job and stay alive, you must learn to handle your emotions.
All right?
A log splits only if you hit the right spot.
Striking randomly won't work. Here.
There's a lot to chop.
When you're done, come have breakfast.
All of them?
All of them.
When I push, try to resist.
Come on.
-What are you doing? -Nothing. You've got no muscles.
Your head will drop on the fourth lap, and you'll go off on the fifth.
Are you saying this because I'm a female?
No, because you're in terrible shape.
Too weak. You need muscles in your legs, arms, neck, everywhere.
A little harder.
Bend your legs, or you'll get sciatica.
What a drag.
Now, find your balance.
Blu, come on, straighten up.
Good.
-Okay? -I'll see you at the lake, okay? Bye.
At the lake?
Give me a car, and I'll show you, fucking clown!
At this rate, you'll grow roots!
Hey, better late than never!
Look at this wonder!
Empty them into the lake.
You want me to pour water in the lake, you psychopath?
Hey, the lake is beautiful!
It's calming and relaxing.
Just do it. We need to attach them to this board.
I'm not getting on that thing.
If you don't adjust your posture during changes of direction,
you won't be able to control a car at 300 km/h.
For now, this is your Porsche.
What are you doing?
Come on, get on board!
Well done! Now, stare at one point.
Straighten your neck. Keep your spine straight, come on!
Get back on! Water never hurt anyone!
Really? You do it then!
If you talk, you lose your balance, and you fall!
At your age, you think the future holds a thousand things, but it's just one shot!
Today is already tomorrow. Come on!
Balance. You need to find some peace and some balance.
Relax, straighten up!
Come on…
Stand up! Again!
We've got the whole day.
So?
How was training?
-Good. -Shit.
Shall we talk about it?
-No. -No.
Spending the evening with you two is such a pleasure.
What? Do I need to ask for permission to get up as well?
That guy is a disgusting, chauvinist asshole!
Wash your own plate.
I'm sweating blood, and I haven't touched a car yet!
Oh, well.
About him being an asshole, I've got nothing to say.
But the way he talks to you is revealing.
A guy like him,
if he didn't care, he'd have dumped you already.
In this industry, there's no mercy for anyone.
Yes, an industry where best friends kill each other.
If you drive at 300 km/h, you know it's always a possibility.
Dying or losing someone you love.
It can happen to anyone.
Is there Wi-Fi here?
What the fuck am I watching tonight?
The connection is weak.
Plus, you have to study.
Shitty prison.
Ahmi, help, they're really pissing me off. I'm going to die up here.
Bloody cold.
Send me the location. I'll figure something out, bro.
Yes, if my phone can even send anything from the fucking middle of nowhere.
It's always cold at night here, huh?
Even in the summer.
You know, I still remember you guys and your retreats.
And the summer Arianna arrived.
Maybe you should talk to Blu.
It was a lifetime ago.
A time I don't like talking about.
You shouldn't have quit.
I wrecked the nerve in my leg.
Sure, the nerve in your leg, right.
The Arturo I knew would have raced even with one leg.
What is it?
Have you turned into a Zen monk, Benini?
Madness…
That really suited you. It made you handsome.
I wasn't the only one who thought so, sadly.
Blu doesn't listen to me.
She will never trust me.
But, after all, what do you care?
You're just a lunatic who wants to win and challenge the world.
Have you seen it?
She can't handle anything.
She can't handle herself. How is she supposed to handle her past?
I may be a lunatic, but I saw something in her.
Yes, maybe she'll crash.
But she deserves a chance, and you know it.
There's more to life than rationality, Benini.
-Really? What else is there? -What else is there?
There's a thrill, there's instinct…
there's adrenaline.
Something that you can't control.
Something that exists between me and her, and between me and you.
And between you and her.
You must remember it.
It was you who'd set up the car when you were racing with Michele.
After the tests, I'd always stay behind to study your set-up.
All night long.
I liked the details.
I liked you.
That makes two.
So, you really liked me?
I liked the way you raced.
How you tilted your head while turning.
How your car would spin around the axis.
You know… details.
These are the things that mess everything up.
What?
The details.
And in a racing team…
It's always details that send cars off the track.
Who's that?
What's your name?
Vittoria.
Hi, Vittoria.
Take it easy.
Leave her alone. Go back to work.
I thought mountain people only liked milk.
Listen, we choose for ourselves.
These guys are old-fashioned.
What are you laughing at, Muslim?
Come on, not this again.
What the fuck did you say, clown?
What the fuck?
You bastard!
I'm going in. We'll take her home.
Drivers think with their own minds.
If she doesn't choose to be a driver, I can't teach her anything.
Let's go get some sleep.
We're crazy!
And you're the craziest!
But we're both as nutty as fruitcakes!
What are you doing?
Turn on the headlights.
Blu!
Blu, please! Please! Blu!
Don't do anything stupid, please. Slow down!
Blu.
I'm begging you!
Hey. Where are you going now?
Listen, can you tell me what's wrong?
We have to go down to go home, right?
Do you believe the future holds a single shot?
No more excuses now, Benini.
I gave you a driver.
We'll go through a lot together.
This stuff is as old as you, Barnie.
Being funny won't win you trophies, you know?
Come on, sit down.
Well? Come on, go.
In the car, temperatures can rise up to 60-70 degrees Celsius.
Especially on the legs. And I think your legs are a little weak.
Come on, Blu, rhythm!
Bend the legs. Not the torso, your legs.
Straight. Tap, tap, tap…
You're a snail… Rhythm.
Two, three. Rhythm.
Go! One, two. One, two.
We have a nice evening ahead of us.
Come on! Thirty-nine.
If I say "power understeer or oversteer," what do I mean?
Leaving the curve with the foot on the pedal.
Good. Forty.
Forty-one. Do you know what they say?
You can have the best car in the race, but the car alone cannot win.
The engine doesn't think, the driver does. And what are you?
A driver.
Lesson number seven. What did we say?
Please.
The apex is a single point
that guides you to the inside of the curve.
What do you do after passing it? Hey, Blu!
You look outwards, towards the exit of the turn.
Stay focused, or I won't let you go to sleep, okay?
Come on! I'm hot too.
So? How's training going?
It's always a pleasure talking to you.
Forty-six. Keep the rhythm! Did you eat too much?
Get to fifty. Come on! Forty-eight.
Two more. Forty-nine.
Fifty.
Good, good. Look at her. She's a tiger.
Like that.
Finally, some signs of life.
Come on. Forty-five. Forty-six.
-Forty-seven. Who are you? -A driver.
Right. Forty-eight.
Forty-eight. Forty-eight!
Forty-nine.
Fifty. Relax.
Come on, we're just getting started.
Go take a shower.
Giulio!
I thought you already had a nice car.
Yes, I'm not here for my car.
But for the one my sister bought.
I swear, the problem…
The problem wasn't that I drove my bike into the restaurant through the window.
But that my mom was sitting at the table.
-No! Come on! -Yes, I swear!
The night they caught me,
I was with Ahmed.
He wanted some fast food.
He said, "Let's get some tandoori chicken wings. "
Well, ten minutes later, I felt a tsunami in my stomach.
-We had to stop in the countryside. -Wow.
What an awful image though.
We got back, and the cops were leaning against the car with the siren on.
No!
That was the night I turned 18.
And I hit midnight with those fucking tandoori wings rumbling in my stomach.
That's how I ended up in jail.
And my mom, Arianna…
I haven't seen her since the trial.
She didn't even come when I got out of prison.
Whatever.
Anyway, bad tandoori chicken is basically a biological weapon.
-Here's to shitty nights. -No.
Here's to dancing nights.
No…
No way, no! My sciatica!
With all this snow and the cold… No.
-Go, Barnie! -I'll show you.
I'd like to dance…
but I can't.
-You can't help it. -Look…
I have a range of movement of 30 degrees. I can do…
Not enough margin.
-One, two. -Like this…
It's true.
Feel here, Barnie.
It's here, right?
It's a mild contracture.
It means we did some work.
Listen.
So, what happened that time?
Which time?
My father's accident.
How did it happen?
There isn't much to say.
I thought he'd brake. I would have braked too.
And then…
I was blinded by a light.
The sun was in my face.
I misjudged the distance, and we collided.
That's how it went. It was an accident.
Were you good friends?
We were inseparable.
He was my best friend.
My brother.
But also your opponent.
And… what was he like?
My mother never talked about him.
Michele…
He was different from everyone else. I've never seen anything like it.
He had this hunger for racing.
He wasn't like me. I just stepped on it and left everything behind. Not him.
He wanted to build something. He wanted to follow his path.
You need to follow your path too.
Come here.
Good job, Blu! That's how it's done!
Come on, step on it!
Nicely done! Come on!
-What's after Casanova? -Arrabbiata 1!
No! Savelli. Start over.
But relax, or you'll get too stressed. Come on!
Borgo San Lorenzo, Casanova, Savelli, Arrabbiata 1, Arrabbiata 2.
Good, good.
Good job!
Now relax, hold the tension, and close your eyes.
We'll end up in the snow, Barnie.
No! If you focus and hold the tension, you won't go off-road. Trust me.
Now!
Did you see?!
Well?
-Scarperia! -Come on! That's it, good job!
-Turns 4 and 5 to the right. -That's it!
At 14, use the width, and at the Bucine, step on it before the straight.
Come on!
Venturi's fighting to pass the scrutineering test for race 1.
The girl is pushing hard to continue her adventure. Will her flag be green?
Half a lap. Half a lap to the flag.
Do you hear the music?
Enjoy it. This is your time to shine.
Less than half a lap to go.
The green flag is near, and Venturi devours the track to take it.
Green! She passed! Well done!
Focus on the race!
Another Venturi will compete in a professional championship again.
The only girl in the competition joins the group and waits for the start.
RACE 1/6 MUGELLO CIRCUIT
Blu, we made it, okay? You're in.
Now focus.
Let's go! Go!
Here we are, folks, a moment of pure adrenaline.
Let her breathe, girl!
Newbies Paolo Ferri for Alpha Blaze with his Ferrari
and Blu Venturi for SC17 with her Porsche 911
are locked in a head-to-head with no room for others.
A war between siblings. We're in for a treat.
Look at this view of the Porsche, surprisingly, in the lead.
They are very close to victory.
She's a bullet.
-Do I push hard now? -No! Keep it stable! Behave.
Balance is stable. Give me some space.
How far off is Ferri?
He's 0.7 behind, but forget him. You can handle him.
Venturi is in the lead, but Ferri follows her like a shadow…
Get the fuck out of the way!
He's glued to my exhaust pipe.
He's not your problem!
He isn't! Don't play this game! Focus on the track!
Watch out! Blu Venturi attempts a bold move,
almost colliding with Paolo Ferri of Alpha Blaze.
Easy!
Don't go with the flow! Focus on yourself! It's just you!
Focus on you! Visualize!
This Alpha Blaze fucking sucks!
How can you drink this stuff? It's disgusting!
Our girl doesn't give up! She keeps and protects her trajectory!
Ferri is forced to steer to avoid contact!
But Alpha Blaze's driver is not afraid!
They are side by side on the straight!
He tries to overtake!
Ferri overtakes!
-No! -Near-miss contact!
Fuck! She risks a penalty.
Go, go!
She's almost out of gas. She can gain balance and catch up.
No, she cannot push like that. Ferri makes her too nervous.
Blu, you need to hold the tension. You have to hold it.
Don't get in his slipstream.
We're in an oven. It must be 100 degrees. My brain's melting.
Paolo Ferri briefly slows down and gets back on the throttle!
1:46:332, great time for Alpha Blaze. They are now first in the standings.
Look at the exit, not at Ferri.
Hold your position.
Hold… Hey!
Hey!
See? She won't listen.
Are you listening?
-Go, go! -Hold your position!
Hold your pos-- You need to restrain yourself!
Careful at the exit.
You're at 250 km/h at the exit! You cannot steer!
Venturi tries to overtake on the corner exit.
Straighten up!
She risks going too wide and ends up on the dirt.
Venturi spins out of control in a heart-stopping position!
-Venturi at the edge of the track… -Shit!
Filippi almost touches Venturi.
Pollini's Lamborghini manages to pass and overtakes Ferri, now in second place.
Venturi repositions the car and restarts in fifth position.
The girl has grit,
but her first race could have cost her way too much.
It's okay. Come on, it's okay.
"Okay," my ass! She could have been on the podium!
Berselli wins!
Second place for Ferri and the new Alpha Blaze,
born from the ashes of the legendary Bruno Dionisi's team.
GENERAL STANDINGS
A cold shower for his daughter Elena, back after a one-year suspension.
Drive clean, or next time you'll fly.
What do you want, clown?
-Be grateful I don't touch women. -Be grateful I don't touch shit.
Women like me are way out of your league.
Is that so?
If you hadn't been stuck to my ass, I'd have been first, pretty boy.
Little girl… learn how to drive.
-Don't you dare! -Come on, Paolo. Get inside.
I said get back inside!
Come on, let's go.
Next time, I'll have you disqualified, Ms. ECU!
So many prima donnas at Alpha Blaze, huh?
Did you shit your pants, little brother?
You'd better get used to it. We're not going anywhere.
Well said.
-Shut up. -Shut up.
When I talk, you listen and obey. At most, you say, "Yes, I understand."
Leave me alone.
He was provoking me, didn't you see?
I'm the one out there, not you, Barnie.
I don't care about your damn heaters and relaxation.
-Had I pushed-- -You would have hurt yourself.
And it's my voice that decides. You don't decide anything.
Had you listened to me, we'd be celebrating on the podium now.
Not standing in the middle of the track like a bowling pin.
Give me some space!
Come on, Arturo.
Let her cool off. She did good today.
Here.
Why the oranges? I'm not in prison.
I know, but vitamin C is good for everyone, right?
You screwed up big time.
The auto shop is our home.
You and Michele grew up there.
What was I supposed to do?
Listen…
Do you know Michele's daughter?
Arianna used to bring her to me when she was little.
She would hang around and touch all the engines.
It was me who took her karting, you know?
Was she as good as Michele?
As good as you.
However, unlike you, she was looking for something.
What was she looking for?
A mentor.
One day, Arianna stopped bringing her. I haven't seen her since.
Why did Arianna do that?
Maybe…
for the same reason that
you disappeared for almost 20 years.
Then I heard she ended up in Casadio's hands.
Her too.
That's how it is.
If you don't take care of things,
evil comes and takes them away.
Why do you care?
Eat, or it'll get cold, come on.
That clown Arturo needs to leave you alone.
Fuck, you need adrenaline.
He shouldn't hold you back. Who does he think he is?
Blu,
we need real stuff.
There's something we have to do.
For Casadio.
A lot of money.
A McLaren 720S.
This time it gets serious. Hm?
He was right. I shouldn't have touched the steering wheel.
It's late.
I brought the baby home.
Isn't this our team's garage?
I got us this.
Shall we hang it?
MICHELE VENTURI IS THE NEW STAR OF THE GRAN TURISMO CHAMPIONSHIP
SC17. You still haven't told me why you chose this name.
You'll find out when we win the championship.
Vittorio will be glad his garage is coming back to life.
Tell him, please.
Anyway, she did great today.
She's inexperienced. She just lost her cool.
"Just."
That's how you die.
Yeah.
That's how you win too.
You're crazier than she is.
Do you like that, or does it scare you, Benini?
It scares me.
But you also like it a little.
These are just details.
What do you think she's doing now?
Dancing with her demons.
Come here. Come on.
-To do what? -Come.
-No, not this stuff… -Come here.
-No… -Come on.
OUR GARAGE. GOOD NIGHT, DRIVER. TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY.
NEW FOLLOWER PAOLO FERRI STARTED FOLLOWING YOU
Want to come in?
Excuse me for a moment.
Hi, Vasco.
Elena, dear, I've been calling you…
Yes?
It's about the Porsche.
Sorry to bother you this late, but your check bounced.
Unfortunately, you need to bring the car back.
Tomorrow.
I'm sorry. I can't tonight.
I have a problem to solve.
I have to go.
Subtitle translation by: Valentina Munaro