Ferrari

[announcer speaking Italian on loudspeaker]

Yes?

Please inform Signor Ferrari

that the Maserati driver Jean Behra has just arrived from Milan.

Hmm. Thank you.

Thank you, most excellent and gracious signora.

Yes?

Laura. It's Chiti. Is he there?

He's taking a shower.

Give him a message, please. Jean Behra is in town.

How are you?

Signor Ferrari?

Signor Ferrari!

May I present myself?

I am Alfonso de Portago.

Wow.

It's Ferrari.

Good morning, Enzo! Your friends are back.

This time, I hope in tune.

More in tune than your cars in Monaco last week.

Enzo! We have to talk.

That bad?

I will come by later.

Yes.

Behra is here.

The Orsi brothers collected him at the station.

Did signora tell you?

The word is

he's going to challenge our record.

Is the 801 ready?

After the Workers Mass at 9:00. After that.

I'll call Castellotti.

Behra's here.

Really?

So many phone calls, I thought Frank Sinatra came to town.

Hotel Medici, Firenze. What do I tell them?

"Excuse me, please, my husband isn't here.

He's out whoring. Grazie, buongiorno."

Signor Castellotti, please. Enzo.

I don't give a fuck who you screw or how many.

But the rule is that you have to be here

before the maid arrives with the morning coffee.

- That was the agreement, was it not? - Laura, please.

Buongiorno, signora, Commendatore.

Pronto.

Eugenio, my boy.

Commendatore.

Can you be at the Modena Autodrome by 11:00?

Bring your lucky gloves.

What gloves?

The gloves that will beat Behra,

who's come to steal from you our record.

I'll be there.

Good. Will that be all, signora?

That'll be all.

Laura, the car broke.

What's going on in there?

Her gentleness, the signora, is trying to shoot the Commendatore.

Buongiorno, Peppino. I let him live.

That gun was given to you for your protection.

And talk to Cuoghi. You're going broke.

I knew it would come to this.

You gave her a gun, she'll use it.

She carries the payroll for the factory around in that handbag.

I'd rearm Germany before I gave that woman a gun.

Peppino will take you and Laura to the cemetery this morning.

And don't forget the Workers Mass

unless you want to pay higher wages next year.

Don't fight with Laura.

Mm.

Good morning. No one was hurt, so don't make a fuss.

What?

What have I said?

Morning, Commendatore.

Good morning.

Did you know who was in the car?

It was Jean Behra.

Don't panic, Matteo. If they take the record, we shall take it back.

How did our football team do yesterday?

You know damn well. We lost.

Oh, one long catalog of disaster it's been.

How long since you took over?

What about Le Mans?

Jaguar one, two and three. What's that?

Well, from my mistakes I learn, whereas 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 the perpetual twilight of failure.

The Modena Football Club is the pride of Emilia.

Cuoghi wants to meet.

That means bad news.

Now, your mother missed on purpose.

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

I'm hearing voices in my sleep again.

My brother.

And my father.

No, I see their faces too.

But also now,

Campari and Borzacchini,

my two good friends who died on the same day

24 years ago this week at Monza

on that evil afternoon.

Ghosts.

There was a time I loved your mother...

beyond reason.

Well, she was a different creature then.

But so was I.

And I see you too, you know.

Every moment I close my eyes.

Your face I want to see.

Okay.

Okay.

I go to deal with today.

Did I tell you of my son Alfredo, Enzo's older brother?

Many times, signora.

A tragedy.

I lost him in the Great War.

Yes, signora.

Let me tell you,

the wrong son died.

[choir singing "Jesu, Rex admirabilis"]

If Jesus had lived today

and not two thousand years ago,

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

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 adze,

appreciates, as an engineer, the precision of your lathe.

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 give thanks to him today.

Are you okay?

[choir singing "Ave Verum Corpus, K. 618"]

May God be with you.

Now go in peace.

In nomine Patris, Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen. Amen.

Very good. Okay. Great.

Great.

Great, great.

Very, very good.

1:32.7.

I had 1:32.9.

Signor Ferrari, a Maserati--

Only for the moment.

When do we take it back?

Right now.

Okay!

Glad you could make it, Eugenio.

Okay, take it easy till the tires warm up,

then put your foot down.

She'll do 1:30 if given a chance.

Look after Cecilia, will you?

Two laps, and the tires will be warm.

That's good.

Cecilia Manzini?

I knew your mother.

One minute 34.