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That is the day
I made the biggest mistake of my life.
I was angry.
I felt betrayed.
And that's not a feeling you can shake off.
No way.
But allow me to go back to the beginning.
It all began exactly the same way.
A car speeding down the highway.
Move it!
Get outta my way.
- Hurry up!
Move it, dammit!
Hurry up!
- I'm maxed out.
I'm maxed out. - Max?
Yes, this thing won't go any faster!
I like that name.
- Oh, do you really think that was the time
to talk about that?
asshole!
Just over a mile, baby.
- I can't make it another mile!
Shit! Ah!
- What shit?
Why did you say shit?
From the moment I was born,
I was addicted to speed.
But like, really addicted. - Isn't she supposed to cry
or something?
No, I felt amazing at 80 miles an hour, I felt high.
From that moment on, speed became my thing.
Daddy, look.
I was never the cutest or the sweetest,
and especially not the wisest,
but I was always the fastest.
When I'm going fast,
I feel like the only person in the world.
I feel free.
- Max! - I feel alive.
- You lunatic!
You okay, sweetie?
My father loved speed too.
One morning he up and left with no real explanation.
He didn't even look in the rear view mirror.
* M-A-Y-D-A-Y
That was the first time in my life
I wasn't fast enough.
* M-A-Y-D-A-Y
And I swore it would be the last.
* M-A-Y-D-A-Y
* Mayday, mayday
- Yeah! - Woo!
Killed it!
Jealous.
Are you not having a good time?
Here, sweetie, look.
There are tons of games over there.
Take this and go have a little fun, okay?
Mwah.
Love you. - You got lucky.
Lucky? Get real.
Come on, now.
New player.
- Max?
We're done, let's go.
- Can I try this?
- No, no, I don't think so.
It's very dangerous, you know.
Those things go really fast.
Plus, look, those kids are a lot older than you are.
- It's for kids over seven, ma'am.
And our carts are for boys and girls.
- See, I can do it.
- I'm not sure, honey.
- Please. - Come on, ma'am.
- Please, please, please. - Let her have a go.
- Please.
- So that's to go faster and that's to break.
Never at the same time.
Got it?
All right, let's go.
Have fun.
- Where is she?
I don't see her.
- Er, uh, orange helmet, right?
- Yeah, that's right. - Okay, okay, okay, okay.
There she is. Right there.
- Wait, is she the one overtaking everyone?
I mean, there's no way.
She, she's never-
- Driven?
Well, apparently she's a natural.
It's incredible.
- Hey, look, Mom!
- She's going really fast.
- Yeah, that's quite the understatement.
- Oh, my gosh. - Crash. Crash.
- Oh, my gosh. - Quick, quick over there.
- Someone go check on her- - Max!
- Please. - Parents, stay off the track.
- Oh, my gosh. - You okay?
Hey, hey.
Can you hear me?
Of course I could hear him.
- You okay? - I was just in shock.
I had just taken a major hit and I loved it.
But now I needed to up the dose
* I wanna do it again
And here comes number 11.
It's Max Rolland,
who wins her first race of the season.
* Wanna do it and do it
* And do it and do it now
An impressive performance.
Here comes Max. * I wanna do it again
* He he he he
* I wanna do it and do it
* And do it and do it now
And there you have it,
the fifth win of the season for Max Rolland.
* I wanna do it again - Awesome!
There's even a smiley face.
Thank you! - You like it?
In racing, I have discovered a new addiction.
- Go, Maxwell! - Competition.
From then on, I wanted to be the fastest,
the number one always. - Yeah!
And car 11 hasn't given anyone any chance.
It's in command to lead.
- Who is number 11?
- Max Rolland.
Oh, damn.
- What?
- It's a girl.
And Max Rolland is breaking records.
It's unbelievable. - Woo, woo, ooh.
Whoa.
* I wanna do it again
- And now I had a dream.
Yeah!
To be a Formula 1 driver.
* He he he
There was even a school for it,
the Winfield Racing School.
So cool! - Mwah!
- My mom managed to save enough money for one year.
Just one year. - Go.
So I couldn't afford to mess up.
- Congratulations.
Your exceptional performance
has earned you a place in our school.
Here we will give you the means to become even better,
to maximize your potential.
You must feel deep down
that you have something the others don't,
something special.
This feeling inside,
this belief
it's bullshit.
Here you all have something special,
so nobody is special.
Look at the racers around you.
No, really look at them.
Know that one of them is going to take your place,
so you will have to step over them.
Remember that only one driver
will have the chance to drive an F3 next season,
the Winfield Racing School champion.
Here are your cars,
the F4 Mygale Gen 2 Alpine engine.
They'll be an extension of you this year,
so take care of them.
Saulnier, 21.
Muller, 26.
Duhil, 22.
Rolland, 25.
I want to see you go full speed in the two straights
and take the best angles on the turns.
That means keeping your distance, no overtaking allowed.
This is not the time to break out of the pack.
Don't be racing each other.
I want to see your potential, but no overtaking.
Alright, ready, set, go, go, go, go.
- 59.7, Saulner's gonna have to wake up.
Woo, she's really going for it.
- How fast? - 56.3 fastest lap.
Muller's just two-tenths behind.
- I gotta see this.
And her wheel's locked.
She's hitting the brakes too late.
Muller overtakes her, of course.
- Cars 25 and 26, calm down right now.
- No, no, leave them.
Let's see what happens.
- Is this guy for real?
Hey, get back behind me!
Get lost!
Shit!
Look out!
I don't like repeating myself.
Nobody is above the rules I set, okay?
Maybe I wasn't clear enough this morning.
Humility and respect.
You got that?
- Yes. Mr. Meyer. - Yes. Mr. Meyer.
- This isn't go-karts.
Going off track means damage.
The guys in the workshop
will be working all night fixing this.
I hope you're proud.
Alright, five laps of the circuit on foot
so you can get a good feel for it.
Hmm?
- I swear, next time-
- You're the one who overtook me.
- You were on the grass, what was I supposed to do?
Learn to drive, woman.
- That was my spot.
You should have let me get back in front.
- Over my dead body.
When you're number one, you let no one overtake you.
Not even in training.
- Number one?
Woo!
Is that all you got?
How disappointing.
- Okay.
Zero to one, you.
- At least you acknowledge it.
- Yeah, just don't get too used to it.
All good?
You get a good feel for the track?
- Yeah, thanks.
I'll let you make your own way back.
- All right.
You coming?
Okay.
Guess we'll settle this on the track, huh?
One season, 15 drivers,
seven races between March and October,
one driver eliminated each month.
In the end, the top guy will be selected
to do their first F3 season.
Actually, what am I saying?
I mean the top girl.
- The next one to beat is Will Muller.
Good job, Will.
- I'm Will.
- The rest of you will have to do better than that.
Come on, Max, hang in there.
And the winner is Max Rolland.
As you might have noticed, this allows you to.
Max Rolland.
Good job.
The first double of the season.
Keep it up.
- Ten... - Don't lose your focus.
Nine...
- Left.
Right.
- You're a moron.
No!
- Chill out, no need to compete all the time.
You know how the season's gonna play out.
Yo, get off my back.
- That's the guy's stall.
I know.
And finally, first place, Will Muller.
- Oh, come on, you piece of junk!
Come on!
Ugh!
And Will takes the lead again,
with one last race to go.
Good evening.
You came off the track at turn 14, right?
Okay.
What's wrong?
- Oh, I don't know.
Tomorrow's the last race of the season.
I'm in third place, so I have to win
and Will has to not place,
except that he just beat me in the simulator
by half a second.
All because I came off the track last week
or I'd be in the lead.
- Well, you know what I'm hearing?
That my daughter is the third best driver
in the top school on the eve of her final race.
That's incredible.
Seeing you go toe to toe
with all those guys and never giving up,
you're killing it, Maxi.
- Don't call me that.
- Take a break and listen to some music, okay,?
That'll do you good.
And forget about the race for a moment.
You know the track like the back of your hand.
And it's no surprise
that the two overall leaders are equal positioned
for this final race of the season.
Max Rolland and Will Muller.
There's no doubt that they'll go toe to toe
until the very end, and we can't wait to see it.
25 is off to an excellent start.
- Yeah, Maxi!
And Max Rolland takes the lead
of the first curve, followed closely by Will Muller.
- Go Willie!
Make this little girl cry.
- Honey!
This long-awaited dual is not disappointing.
Lap after lap, Will and Max are keeping us on our toes.
This race is mirroring their entire season,
and neither one is ready to wave the white flag.
Rolland is slipstreaming straight down the stands.
A very risky maneuver there by Will Muller,
who's making an attempt on the outside.
Max is just positioned herself on the inside.
She hasn't given up.
Muller's in trouble.
- That's a penalty!
- Calm down, honey. - This is an outrage!
It's a penalty.
She pushed him the hell out.
Do your goddamn job!
In spite of his damaged spoiler,
Will is still in the race.
He's clearly not going to settle for third place,
which would mean winning the championship.
He's back in second place and coming up on Max Rolland.
Oh, they're on top of one another.
No, in trying to force his way past,
Will Muller has taken himself out.
Come on! Come on!
Let's go!
- And that's it!
Max Rolland becomes the first female champion
in the history of Winfield Racing School.
Incredible!
Hey, who's crying now?
You go!
Woo-hoo!
- There you go, Max.
Good job. You did it!
Right?
So?
That was a great race.
- Where is he?
- Huh? - Where's Will?
Dammit!
- You see when your fo-
Max?
- Hey, you could have killed me with your spoiler!
- You mean the one you ripped off my car?
You stole my championship! - Oh, right.
Your championship, huh? - You bump me off the track
and come back and you knock me out again.
- I left space for you,
and you came for me twice!
- No, I didn't!
- You did!
You should have stayed in third place
and you would've won your goddamn championship!
But you couldn't stand me beating you.
You're an asshole. - Maxi!
Oh, well done, sweetie.
- Fuck!
Come on.
You rocked it.
I'm so proud of you.
Great job, Max.
- Bravo! - Great job.
- Go, Max!
- Congrats everyone.
Truly, it's been an outstanding season.
Now, please, give a warm welcome to Mr. Alex Smith,
owner and director of the Smith Minerva team,
who is going to announce the name of the man or woman
who will be driving one of their Formula 3 cars next season.
- Hello, everyone.
I don't want to take up too much of your time.
The driver who will be joining our team next year is...
William Muller!
- Yeah!
Yes!
- Congratulations young man.
I have no doubt this would happen.
- It's amazing. - You should always...
Yes, I knew it, I knew it.
Yes, come this way. - Congrats. Good job.
I want to introduce you to my colleague.
Let's go. - Good boy.
This is the end of the championship.
We look forward to seeing you again next year.
- Your son is a star.
- Thank you.
- Aren't you forgetting something?
- See what you can get for it at the pawn shop.
- Listen, you finished the season in first place.
No woman has ever achieved that
in the history of this school.
And you could still get another offer.
And if not, you can try again next year.
- Next year?
There's no next year for me.
My parents aren't millionaires.
- You know how many women have made it to Formula 1?
- Five. - Yeah, five.
And now one of them finished a season.
It's not about your talent, it's statistics.
Alex Smith is not the type of guy to take any risk.
He'll bet on drivers he thinks have a real shot
at making it in F1.
That's all.
- A real shot?
- What are you doing?
Max, no!
- Max!
Out of my way! Move!
Max!
Pauline, what are you doing?
- I'm going after my daughter.
- No, the cops are already on their way.
No! Stop!
Stop! Pauline!
When I am going fast,
I feel like the only person in the world.
I feel free.
I feel alive.
- This can't be happening.
Max, why the hell would you do this?
When I'm going fast,
time stands still.
Nothing else matters.
- Come on, move, move!
Move.
I can go wherever I want.
Move it!
- Hi, baby.
- You scared the hell out of me.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Shh.
Hm.
It's okay, sweetie.
Max...
Promise me you'll never get into one of those cars again.
Okay?
- Huh?
- I promise.
- I love you.
- Me too.
One year, five months, three days,
seven hours and 20 milliseconds later,
here I was.
Whoa.
Whoa, sorry, excuse me.
My bad.
I'm lost, you know where Sector B is?
Is it here?
- The offices? - Yeah.
- Yeah, no, they're on the other side of the dock.
- Oh, shoot.
- Do you want a ride?
- Oh, yeah, for sure.
Thanks. You roll.
I'm so late.
You're the best.
You know, I can't be all sweaty for my interview.
I'm Mel.
- And I'm Max.
- So what's your story?
- My story?
Yeah, what's a chick like you doing in a forklift
instead of chilling out
in like an accounting department?
The cops are after you, all right?
- Alright, bye. See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.
- Mom?
Mom?
There you are.
- You okay?
- You scared me, I didn't know where you were.
- Oh, well, I couldn't have gotten far.
What are you looking for?
- I'm looking for your grandma's salad bowl.
The one with the little ducks on it.
Someone was selling one just like it online for 50 bucks.
- You should wait for me to do that sort of-
- I have to move a little.
You can't stay glued to me forever, right?
Mom...
- Ah. - Mom!
- Oh. Ah.
Shit. Sorry, sweetie.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, take that, take that.
- Seriously. - I'm okay.
Can you grab that one for me?
- Really now?
Here. - Thanks.
- Look in there.
This one's heavy.
I met a really cool girl at work today.
There's nothing in here.
- I know you never wanna talk about these things,
but have you thought it over?
- What? - Next year, Maxi.
I saw you hadn't returned the forms.
You only have until the end of the month.
It's a great training. - What are you talking about?
You know what training means?
It means unpaid.
Unpaid.
- Well, I don't know.
I could take out a loan
with my- - Loans are useless.
You gotta pay 'em back.
It's not magic.
Speaking of which, they've sent me more reminders.
ARC firm, Cochard Esquire,
Pelland Court Bailiffs. - Huh.
- You see? - It's fine.
That's so old.
Exactly, it's been two years.
- Yeah, well...
We'll make it work.
There's always a solution.
- There is no solution.
I have to work.
God, you really don't have your feet on the ground.
I swear.
- Yeah.
I can confirm that.
- You never take anything seriously.
I can't take it.
- Oh, Maxi.
- Stop calling me Maxi.
I hate it.
And throw those trophies away.
They're just taking up space.
Hey. Good day.
Hey, Mel.
So they hired you.
You know, I got that fluffed up resume.
Can I hop in?
- I gotta go to the depot.
The exit's on the other side.
- That's cool, I got nothing going on.
Where is my celebration dinner?
At your place?
- Uh, sure, but, uh, my mom will be there.
- Let's go. Mom's roll.
She's disabled.
- She's disabled? - Mm.
I love disabled people.
- Yo, call me back. The boat's dock.
I'm in trouble, man.
Hurry up!
- So what do we do?
- I'll call him back in five.
Worst case scenario, we'll do it.
It'll be fine.
- Nah, man, no, no, no.
Last time the two of us did it, it took ages.
I got a game in two hours.
No way, man. - Huh?
- Wait, hang on.
Hey! Hey!
You're the girl from the warehouse, nah?
The one who races down the alleys?
How about a little overtime?
Have to move 80 cars to the other side of the port.
- Yeah, but I only drive the Fenwick's.
- Wait, you know how to drive, no?
It's simple.
One hour, 100 bucks.
Two hours, 200.
Sound good?
Please say yes, or I'm screwed.
Okay, bro, we're good, I found someone.
- Have her take a lap first.
I'm not risking it.
What? For real.
- If she can get to the end of Dock 3 and back
in less than a minute, I'm in.
- Okay, if everyone's in, I'm in.
Alright, you can start.
Hey, don't worry, he seems tough, but he's a sweetheart.
Careful though, there are tons of potholes.
But you can speed up on the straights.
Alright.
Hey.
Can you hear me?
Hello?
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
What the...
- Whoa, slow down, slow down.
Easy, easy, easy.
And shortcut.
Where are you going?
Slow down, please.
Brake, brake, brake, please.
What are you doing?
There's a Fenwick!
There, okay, there, there, Dock 3, straight ahead!
No, not straight ahead!
Oh.
- Ooh, ooh, careful.
It's locked, it's locked.
- Relax.
There you go, Dock 3.
Come on.
No, no, no, no, stop!
Stop, please!
- That good?
That speed work for you?
- Hang on.
Can we take a little break?
Oh, I'm gonna be...
I can't hold it.
- So he threw up for real?
I don't know, I saw him hiding behind the container.
It was so hilarious. - You're playing.
You're playing.
- Oh, yeah, don't tell my mom about the cars, please.
- Okay, I got you.
- We're here.
- Great timing, girls.
It's just out of the oven.
- Oh, we could have done that.
You didn't have to, Mom.
- Oh, no, it's not every day we have guests.
- Good evening. - Hi.
We have monk fish with lemon zest by Stouffer's.
- Don't you laugh.
- All we eat at home is Greek food.
This is great.
- Aha. See?
Have a seat.
- You want some help, Mom?
- Nope, I'm all good.
- I'll grab your cushion.
- Okay. - One sec.
Yep. See that?
I'm the kid now.
Okay, so a little cleavage in the face, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, it looks good.
- Huh? Huh?
- You can also have your chair in the photo.
- You think so?
- You know you're allowed to date guys
who aren't disabled, right?
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, of course.
- Sorry. - Thanks.
Oh, I forgot, my Uncle Ismael is single.
He was married to this crazy lady for 20 years, so...
- Sweetheart, quit cleaning up and join us.
Let me find a good...
Oh, here. - Ooh, show me.
He's no Brad Pitt, don't get too excited.
Yeah, you know, I don't run into Brad too often.
Oh, he looks nice.
- Maxi, come look at your future stepfather, sweetie.
Max?
- She good?
- She didn't tell you.
- Tell me what?
Okay, I was way off with accounting.
You really drove an F1?
- No, I stopped before that.
- Were you any good?
- I was all right.
Well, I was top of my class.
- Oh, dang.
- Let's change the subject.
- So you're a star.
I had no idea.
Anyway, this is pretty sexy, huh?
Let me see you in it.
- No, please, take that off.
I should've burned it.
- Okay, that's kind of intense.
- It's bad luck.
- Could've told me that sooner.
Seriously, what happened?
Why'd you quit?
- I really don't wanna talk about it.
Come on, let's go dancing.
- Okay.
Oh.
Max, how do you get this thing off?
Samir wants to see you.
- All right, I'm coming.
- A new shipment of vehicles is arriving next week.
Keep Tuesday free.
- It was just a one time thing.
- Mm-mm, nah.
I'll let the warehouse know that you'll be with us, okay?
Like today.
- What do you mean, "like today"?
- Hang on, you'll see.
Take a look.
Ford Mustang Boss 302.
Apparently it belonged to Bruce Lee.
The owner's been waiting for it for months.
Okay.
So this guy's one of our best clients.
He requested our best driver,
and I thought of you.
Go on, hit the engine.
You're gonna freak out.
Uh, what? - Bad idea.
- Oh, okay, okay, maybe there's no bonus this time,
but if you do a good job, the owner can be very generous.
And I mean very, very generous.
Hmm?
Alright, I know this is gonna be hard,
but please, not too fast.
Okay?
- Welcome.
He will be here shortly.
Ah, there.
- Woo-ooh-ooh.
Mamma mia!
She's finally here.
She's gorgeous, sir.
- Hello.
- That's mine!
- Miss, perhaps you would care for some lemonade?
Leave it in the garage.
Enguerrano will open it for you.
Enguerrano!
- What the...
- Enguerrano!
- Dammit, where...
- You like cars?
I only keep legendary rides.
The 7.90, 780 horsepower, 200 electric.
The Dino 246 GT.
Not the fastest, but God is she a beauty.
The Chevrolet Camaro '74, the original.
Sir, with the race of champions!
And my baby, my beauty, my diamond,
the Shelby Cobra '65.
Have you seen "Bad Boys"?
Okay, she hasn't seen "Bad Boys."
- And what's that? - There's nothing there.
Oh, no, oh.
Wait.
That's my workshop
where I just do some tinkering, you know?
- Just some tinkering?
Hmm.
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Okay, so, uh, keys.
- The papers are in the car.
I hope you take better care of this one than the others.
- Charlie? - Can you drop me
at the station, please?
- Yeah, sure.
- I really need to get home.
I hope you don't have plans.
- Now! - I prepared a night out
for us. - Hey,
do you hear what I'm saying? - It's gonna a blast.
I made reservations at Spazo.
You will love it. - Mister!
- I know the owner.
We can play a few games.
Hey, you have a rematch to win, by the way.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
We're going to try out my new baby.
I didn't tell you about her?
She's a real killer, trust me.
What?
Oh, no!
You promised.
Oh, come on, let's talk about it.
Come on, Charlie.
Come on, please.
Come on!
Charlie!
Charlie?
You like it?
I have two.
I bought it for my friend, who don't come by.
- Mm. - He will call me back.
- No, thanks, I gotta head home.
- Shh, hey, it's not every day
you get the chance to meet a real champion.
- It's not that, just don't wanna miss my train.
- Come on, just one Grand Prix,
then I'll take you back, personally.
Ha. - Pay attention, please.
There we go.
Straight on.
Okay, 50 bucks a game.
- 200 more if I beat you.
- Oh.
I like you.
Take this one.
So, where to? Melbourne?
Imola? Spielberg?
Ladies' choice.
- I'm good.
- Okay, Monza.
And I'll let you start in front.
- Why would you let me start in front?
- Uh, to give you a fighting chance.
Welcome to Monza for the Italian Grand Prix.
- Okay.
Here we go.
Wow, you're really going for it.
No.
Ah.
Sorry.
- Damn, what's going on with this stupid car?
What's wrong?
- You'll see.
Wah-pah, inspiration!
Shit, I can't do anything.
- DRS power.
Oh, crap. Oh.
My turn.
This can't be happening!
Who the hell are you?
You are the winner.
- Ah! - Yeah!
- Dammit! Shit!
It's 'cause of this stupid wheel.
Enguerrano!
It broke again!
- I took something, my back was killing.
- Goodnight, Mom.
- Hey, Max.
I sent you a text.
I need you to help out with an express delivery.
- So I'm a courier now.
- Yep. Get moving.
It's in an hour.
And grab your bike, it's six miles away.
* Yeah, ay-ay
* I like to wake up in the morning *
* But keep dreaming
* Without warning, the day is gone *
* And sometimes I take a walk
* But I forget
- Miss. * About the clock
* I can't slow down
- Right on time.
* My friends all sit and laughing *
* But I just keep on napping
* They're knocking on my door - It's worth it.
You'll see. * But I'm knocking them down
* The say I'm acting crazy
* But I just want to lie in the sun *
- Woo-hoo!
God, I'm good.
Did you see that?
Not bad, huh/
Couldn't find an F3, so I got an F1.
Max Rolland, mini kart champion, 2018.
Two-time winner of the Euro Series Junior.
And Winfield Racing School champion.
Your time in the simulator
couldn't have just been a matter of luck.
- Since you stalked me, you know I don't drive anymore.
- Oh, you don't drive anymore?
She doesn't drive anymore.
Oh.
Until the day you do.
- Go on.
Just a few laps.
Oh.
Ready, princess?
Then go!
If you're not feeling it, you can stop, okay?
Okay, but I'm warning you,
stopping isn't really my thing.
- Enguerrano, binoculars.
- Here you go, sir.
Watch out, sharp chicane ahead.
I'll go straight through it, right?
Max, go easy, please.
It's the first lap.
Oof. That's rough.
Are you okay?
She's sensitive, hey?
First lap is almost done.
Not too bad.
Thanks. How encouraging.
- Time?
- 58.
- She can do better.
58. What am I aiming for?
I'm at 51.
If you make it under 52, it's party time.
Hey, didn't I kick your ass on the simulator?
Hey, no, the steering wheel
had a faulty connection.
I'm about to give your stopwatch
a faulty connection too.
Ready?
What time? - Okay. 56.
Not great.
You can shift into sixth gear, Max.
Huh, you shouldn't have said that.
- You'll see! You'll see!
54! Better!
That's better, Max.
Go for it! Push, push!
* You thought you'd set the bar *
* I'd never tried to work it out *
Time?
52.3.
You nailed it, Max!
It's not over yet.
* You gave it all you got
* And what you got
* Is not a lot - Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Time up.
- 51.2.
You did it!
They'll stop treating me like a loser.
You can stop after the next lap, Max.
Why, afraid I'll beat your record?
* You thought you'd made the grade *
* All you made will start to fade *
- 49.8.
49.8!
I knew it! I knew it!
God, I'm good!
I'm so good!
Max.
Hey, Max!
We're here?
- Mm.
Thank you for today.
- My pleasure.
We're gonna go far together.
While you slept I got great news.
- We're not going anywhere.
I don't drive anymore.
- Oh, they didn't want me to drive F3.
The world is against me.
I'm the best driver of my generation, but I prefer to sulk.
It's cooler.
I'm being offered the chance of a lifetime,
but I'm too good for that.
Be at my place tomorrow at noon and I'll change your life.
This is your last chance.
Woo-hoo!
It's gonna be a good day!
Can you tell me where we're going?
- No!
Hold on tight!
* And I'm givin' it all
* I got a candy stick Peacemaker *
* I know you wanna shoot it
* A 3D dream maker
* Gotta find some place to put it *
- You're not afraid of flying, are you?
- Yes. - Fantastic.
* Got a genuine mother maker
* And I'm givin' it all
Now can I know where we're going?
- To meet someone who could change your life.
I saw you on the track.
You were made for this.
I know it, you know it,
and soon the whole world will know it.
By the way...
Woo-hoo!
I want you to say it.
- What?
Stop it! What do you want?
- I wanna hear you say you're a kick-ass driver.
No way.
- Say it. - Knock it off!
Oh, I'm gonna be sick.
Please, please.
Stop it!
- No.
- Whoa.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I'm a kick-ass driver and I was born for this.
I told my mom I'd stop, but it's killing me.
I dream about being on the track every night.
That's the only place I feel alive.
Really alive!
Are you happy now?
- There you go.
Feels good to let it out, right?
Hey, look there.
We've arrived.
The Paul Ricard circuit and golf course.
These days, it's the place to be.
Here you'll find the creme de la creme of French racing.
All that's missing is us.
- My lady.
Hello, everyone.
Hello, muchachos!
Hello, muchachas!
So, how is Team Alpinas?
Hey, George, you old rascal.
- No, I'm Mike. - This is Max Rolland.
Remember the name.
So, how is?
How? How are you?
Hm?
- Is this your driver?
- Yes.
This is Max.
- Max?
Huh, strange name for a girl.
Is that your real name?
- It is. - You're a girl though, right?
- Uh, well, yeah, why?
- I can't keep up nowadays.
Boys are girls, girls are boys.
- Okay, wait, I don't understand.
- Yes, you do.
I think Max will be a great candidate
to replace Giuseppe.
- What, we never talked- - Yeah, no, we did.
- We don't race in the women's series.
You know that.
- She's not just any girl.
She finished first at Winfield, beating Muller.
She's a hell of a driver.
Hold on, look.
Check this out.
Here.
It's not the best footage.
You can't really tell, but her time was insane.
What time, sir?
49.8.
49.8!
I knew it! I knew it!
God, it's good.
I'm so good!
- Can I speak with you alone?
- Of course.
See you at the Garden Party.
Welcome to Castellet
for the 16th French Racing Convention.
Please give a warm round of applause
for our guest, Victor Martins.
Member of the Alpine Academy, 2020 Euro champion,
and the 2022 Formula 3 world champion.
Please give him a big round of applause.
- Beep, beep. Careful!
- Coming in hot.
Woo.
Hey, Max!
How is my Victor doing?
When are we going paddling?
Still got my number?
- What the... - Remember, you're the best.
I've known him forever,
but since he's a world champion.
Anyway, I'm looking at another champion.
You'll be racing in F3.
- What?
- How about a hug?
- Do I not get a say?
Are you always this pushy?
- If I don't push you, you won't do it.
Others would kill to be in your position.
You've got a spot for the last three races of the season
on a pretty good team with a kick-ass head engineer.
Or you can go back to Prestige Cargo
and work shifts for peanuts.
Up to you.
Come on.
- Max Rolland?
What are you doing here?
It's great to see you.
- You drive for Alpine?
- Yeah.
Well, I'm a test driver.
We'll see where it goes, but it's cool.
It's a great team.
- I'm happy for you.
- And what about you?
What are you doing here?
Are you back in the game?
- No, no, nothing like that.
I'm here to support.
- Wait, you're Pablo's girlfriend, right?
- Excuse me?
- This is Max, my...
She's a- - An old friend.
Zero threat.
Don't worry.
- Let's go, my sister's expecting us for dinner.
- Sure. See you.
- Is that your ex?
- No.
- Pity, He's cute.
- You know what?
- Definitely your ex.
You're gonna get cramps.
- I'm fine.
Not too hot. Don't burn me.
She didn't send me the picture of her uncle.
- Really? - No.
- I don't think he's...
He's all right, really.
- Yeah.
All clean.
- So you got in really late last night.
You went straight to bed.
- Yeah, I took an extra shift.
I was beat.
- Who's the guy who drops you off in his flashy car?
- Huh?
- Isn't he way too old for you, huh?
I'm really not a fan.
- You're being ridiculous.
- Is he giving you that money?
- Are you serious right now?
What do you take me for?
He's a guy from work.
I've been doing deliveries for him, that's all.
- Mm-hmm.
Look, I gotta go, I'm gonna be late.
You'll be okay? - Mm-hmm.
Deliveries.
Yeah, he's a bit over the top.
But he offered me the chance to drive an F3 car.
- Girl, are you kidding?
That's awesome.
Hold up, so what the hell are you still doing here?
- In case something happens.
What do you mean?
- That I mess up like last time.
Or they change their mind,
it doesn't work out, or I suck.
I don't know. - That's life, right?
You got this crazy awesome opportunity.
You should be training right now.
And worst case, you find another job.
It's not like- - But don't say anything
to my mom.
She can't know about this.
I don't want her to worry.
I can be back to square one in a month, so...
- Stop playing the victim.
You're going to kill it.
They'll be fighting over you next year.
You know it.
No, really, it's true.
Max the Menace, my diamond in the rough.
The papers are all good.
You've got your first F3 race.
We're going to Belgium.
We'll be eating frites this weekend.
See you.
- I think I'm gonna need an alibi this weekend.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah! - Let's go!
That's so awesome!
- Trials begin at 3 pm.
Go talk to the engineers
and get a feel for the car.
The driver is king here.
Make yourself at home.
If you need to make adjustments, now is the time, okay?
Everyone is here for you.
Welcome home.
I'll be back.
- So you're replacing Giuseppe.
You could have texted me back.
- What are you doing here?
- I should be asking you that question.
Although I already know the answer.
I'm warning you, I've got a title to defend.
This is my competition, my category, you know?
- And Alpine?.
- I just test drive for them.
I haven't given up F3.
Why are you looking at me like that?
This isn't our first time on the track together.
Besides, I have to get even.
No need to attack, Max.
You're P7, that's perfect.
But he's right in front!
Who cares about Will, hold your place.
- I can do it. - I've done it before.
You're not in F4 anymore.
Stan, something's bothering me.
- What? - My helmet.
- Don't worry, you're just tired.
No, I'm fine.
Focus.
And forget about Will!
Eyes on the prize.
Max, watch out!
No!
And today's winner is William Muller.
With only two races left in the season,
Will is on track to take home his second title.
Unbelievable!
- Hey there, can I get a few words?
- There's nothing to say, the winner's over there.
- Admit that he's still a little less photogenic than you.
- Do you have any real questions?
- I do.
- What do you say to those who say
that a woman has no business being on an F3 grid?
- Sorry? Say that again.
Why are you bothering me? - Okay.
That's all for today.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Mm-hmm.
- You really gotta work on your smile, please.
Your image matters.
I know you're disappointed,
but it's not that bad for your first race.
You overtook five people, then lost control of the car.
- The tires were shot.
- That's not true.
You were just exhausted, admit it.
Your tires were fine.
Hello? - She needed to stop, dammit.
- Yeah, I know. - Yeah, you know.
She was keeping a good pace.
- I don't care. - Right, of course.
- Fall in line, - I understand.
- Command some respect! - Sure. Okay.
- All good?
- Yeah, perfect.
Everything's perfect.
But you're gonna need some serious training
if you want to keep your spot.
Are you down for that?
You'll give it your all?
- Okay. - Okay?
Okay!
- Alright.
Bad news, on average, women have 30% less muscle mass.
You're gonna have to train twice as much
as those who are already training like crazy.
I know,
it's not fair.
But that's the way it is.
How many laps I need to do?
- 10 plus 30% is how much?
I don't know, I suck at math.
And how are your reflexes?
Okay, that suck.
- I made dinner for you.
I'm gonna be late tonight.
- Again? - Yeah, I got an extra shift.
- We're gonna strengthen that skinny neck of yours.
You're gonna build your endurance.
- That company is working you to the bone, huh?
You're not leaving
until you get to 40 laps for today.
- I can do it. - Don't.
* She's a maniac
- 29, and 30.
Now we add the 30%?
- No. - Oh, yes.
Again.
Hit the brakes! Now!
Not quite.
Come on in, he's expecting you.
Oh, sorry.
Shit, shit. Okay.
Accelerator, speed, break.
It's all on the steering.
- You should have stayed in fourth gear.
Reflex.
No.
That's a reflex.
Why are you braking so early?
- Here, check this out.
Reverse.
Oh, shit!
Oh. - Yeah.
Let's work on that.
* She's a maniac 48, 49, 50, 51.
Yeah, this is awful.
Okay, I'll go again.
* Like she's never meant before *
* She's a maniac
* Maniac - Time?
Hmm.
Reflex.
Ah!
- Come on, Max. you can do it.
Of course, what do you expect?
Just take snakes, crocodiles and lizards.
Turtles are reptiles.
and strolling around the yard.
And keep them in small cage,
but then remove to move around the yard
and have space.
* She's a maniac
- Reflex.
Yes.
See what happens when you put your mind to it.
Let me keep going. I got this.
- That's it, that's it!
That's it!
That's it, 20 straight laps under 60 seconds!
Killing it!
They're perfect. Don't worry.
Didn't we say 9 pm?
It's fine, Max, it's 9:03.
- I really hate arriving first.
- Of course.
I thought you were never going to reply.
- Well, I came to tell you that, um,
I'm sorry for ghosting you all this time,
but I didn't wanna see anyone from school.
And that includes you.
- I get it.
But
I missed you, you know?
- What can I get you?
- Uh, I'll have what she's having, please.
Wow, what a nice guy.
- Just fair warning.
You wanna talk about the race, I'm out.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- What are you scared of?
- I'm not scared of anything.
- Hm. - I don't want you using
what I tell you against me on the track, that's all.
- Hmm.
So I'm still your arch nemesis, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
Guess so.
- Sorry.
At any rate, I think you did really well
for your first F3 race.
If you hadn't come off the track,
you'd have placed in the top three, I'm impressed.
- I said no talking about the race.
- Okay.
It's a shame, because when I saw you,
I said, "Finally I have some real competition,
someone I can really go toe to toe with."
But you have to finish your races for that, I guess.
Hmm?
- Just answer your girlfriend.
- Thanks. - Are you gonna eat anything?
- Excuse me? - I don't know if you noticed,
but the sign says restaurant.
- Wow. - What's his problem?
- Yeah. - Come on.
Let's get outta here.
- Don't worry, I'll get it.
- Hang on, I got a better idea.
Three... - No.
- Two... - Max, stop.
- One.
Go. - Shit.
- Hey!
Hey!
- I think we're okay. He's gone.
Let's go, before he comes back.
- Max.
Wait.
Welcome to Portimao,
where the sun is out
to make it an incredible weekend of racing.
Fans from all over the country
have made the trip to south Portimao.
And after a season.
Get in the car.
- Wait. One sec.
Hello?
Hey, Max, your mom's here.
- What? - She's here.
She just got here with the driving instructor.
I don't know, she wanted to surprise you, I guess.
What do I do?
- Tell her, tell her I left to make a delivery.
- Hey, Melanie.
- Nope, that won't work.
She's talking to Samir right now.
- Oh, shit.
Uh, tell her I'm sick then.
- Then why aren't you at home?
- I don't know, you're the one that's good at lying.
- I'm good at lying on my resume, not covering for you.
Man, give me a break.
I don't know why you're being so overprotective.
What are you afraid of?
- I don't know.
Look, just tell her
that I've gone to some kind of training session
on the new Fenwick models.
That'll work. She'll buy that.
- Oh, you're killing me.
- Hey, what's going on?
- Huh? - What training session?
- Nothing. - Hello?
- Well, get moving, it's time.
- Okay, you got this, you're the best.
I gotta go. Bye.
- Focus!
Because today you'll blow 'em away.
In third place, with eight laps to go,
it's Max Rolland, who's like a whole new racer today.
An amazing pass on the outside there.
You can see the work she's put in.
She's much more aggressive.
And it feels like she's got a real shot
at taking down-
- Pow! - The top two today.
- Come on, let's go, Max.
You're doing perfect.
Go on, push.
And a new lap record for Rolland
who's attacking Richet on the inside.
She's holding off on the brakes as much as possible.
Richet fell for that one
hook, line and sinker.
And look at that.
Muller took that- - Incredible.
- a little wide. - Careful.
Your tires are getting a little hot.
Just hang in there.
Take us to the podium. - I'm in second.
I'm not gonna slow down.
- Your grips will be limited.
Please let your tires cool down.
We want to finish the race.
You're too close to him.
You're in the red.
Let up a little, second place is great.
It's okay, I know what I'm doing.
- Max. - I'll overtake him
and then I'll slow down.
Max is in Muller's tailpipe.
She's making an attempt on the outside.
It's risky to overtake here.
Muller's definitely gonna close the gap.
And Richet takes advantage.
Rolland falls back a place.
Her lack of experience is on display here.
She's losing time and damaging her tires.
- Max, listen to me.
You're gonna burn your tires!
- It's fine! - Let me do this!
Look, she's attacking again.
She has no intention of settling for third place.
Watching her race, it's a real shame
she arrived so late in the season.
- Dammit, she's not listening!
Oh, the Thunder's slipping a bit
out of the turns.
- Max, listen to me.
You're gonna burn your tires!
Her tires are shot, it's been obvious
the past two laps. - And there we go.
She's losing speed at a quick pace.
And look at the difference in grip between the two cars.
Yes, and she's getting attacked
from every angle.
The home stretch is looking extremely difficult for her.
What a pity.
She was looking at a spot on the podium,
but she pushed too hard and lost everything.
Stan, I can't control it anymore.
- Shit, this can't be happening!
Dammit! - Ah.
She's now in seventh place
and honestly, it's tough to watch.
What I don't understand is why nobody warned her.
- What were you thinking?
Why didn't you listen to me?
You could have been on the podium.
We had it.
You have to start trusting me.
We're a team here.
- You abandoned me at the end.
You left me alone out there.
Is that teamwork to you?
- Yes, Dad.
Did you see? We were close, right?
Yeah, I know, she didn't listen to me.
It was better though.
At least we finished the race.
Yeah.
Dad, I...
Shit.
You didn't hear that.
- So I'm racing for your dad.
That's why he took me on?
As a little gift for his baby boy, is that it?
- Well, when you put it like that, it sounds...
But I...
Listen, Max, this doesn't change anything.
Okay, I suck, I should have told you.
From now on, we share everything.
Max!
One last race and we'll kick their asses.
Ah.
- Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom. What's going on?
I'm calling an ambulance.
- It's nothing.
- Did you slip? - Ah!
- What happened? What did you fall on?
Are you okay?
- I'm fine. - Dammit, you're bleeding.
- Listen to me. - You're bleeding!
- Listen to me. I'm fine.
- No, you're not.
I thought you were dead.
You think you can do everything, but you can't.
You are disabled.
- I'm aware, thank you.
Ah.
- Let me help you.
- It's okay, I can manage.
- No, you can't manage. - I can manage!
Get off me!
- All right, I will.
Bit late for a date, isn't it?
What are you doing here?
- I came to clear my head.
Yeah, I do that sometimes too.
We went through a lot here.
Not always the nicest memories.
Yeah.
I miss it though.
It's strange.
I really enjoyed our rivalry.
- Sometimes I feel like you're the only one who gets me.
- Well, I don't actually get you at all.
- Don't worry, I don't always get myself either.
- Hm.
You know we can never be together, right?
I'm going to demolish you in the qualifiers this weekend
and you're gonna hate me.
And then it'll be the same for the Grand Prix on Saturday.
It'd be like that all the time.
- You're a jerk.
You're a jerk, 'cause you're right.
Except I'll be the one kicking your ass this weekend.
Thank you all for turning up in bigger numbers
and welcome to the Provence Circuit
for the final race of the Formula 3 season,
The qualifying sprints begin in around an hour.
We have an incredible show in store for you.
Stan!
Stan, come here.
- What's up?
I don't know, but I can't hear you.
I think there's a bad connection.
- Hang on, let me see.
One, two, one, two, testing.
Do you copy? - No, it's cutting out.
- KD K2 for Stan, do you copy?
What is he doing here?
- Where's Stan?
- I'll be back, okay?
Hmm.
Okay.
Dad, what are you doing here?
- Get her out of the car and get Giuseppe in.
You can't do that, Dad.
- What do you mean I can't.
This is my team, I can do whatever I want.
You can't replace her right before the race.
What difference does it make for you?
It's the end of the season. - I have an image to maintain.
You told me she'd bring us media exposure.
Well, you are right.
Everyone is talking about us, mocking us.
We're the laughing stock of the paddock.
Plus, she can't talk to the press without insulting someone.
You promised me a better driver than Giuseppe.
She isn't.
- Dad, listen to me.
It's 2024.
She's the only girl in the race.
Any result at all, and she'll stand out.
That's good for us.
You've seen how cute she is.
Everyone looks at her.
Sport Auto wants to interview her
and do a photo shoot with the car.
- That's great. - A photo shoot.
What do you think I'm running here?
A modeling agency?
- Dad, we both know that no woman
will ever reach the level of a male driver,
but we have to make the world believe it.
This is exactly what the team needs, a modern touch.
Look, let her do the qualifying sprint.
If she doesn't finish in the top three,
I promise you'll never hear from me again.
- Not even for Christmas.
- We've never done Christmas.
- Sign me up.
Is this your driver?
You know how many women have made it to Formula 1?
Five, and not one of them finished the season.
When I saw you, I said, "Finally
I have some real competition."
But you have to finish your races for that, I guess
Everyone is mocking us.
We're the laughing stock of the paddock.
That's why he took me on?
As a little gift for his baby boy, is that it?
No woman will ever reach the level
of a male driver.
What's going on with car number 25?
- Max, what's going on.
What the hell are you doing?
Is there a problem with the car?
- She's blocking the straight. - Go, Max.
Surely she's going to get a red flag
for this. - Go, go.
Dammit! Max! - This is incredible!
They're saying she's refusing to go.
- Who is it?
Just me.
- How did you get up here?
- Oh, I set off yesterday afternoon.
I just got here.
What time is it?
- It's 1 pm.
- I slept that long?
- Yeah, it's funny.
It reminds me of the day you lost your first go-kart race.
You slept for 48 hours nonstop.
I was worried.
I thought you'd gotten mono or something like that.
But, no, it was just a case of bummed nucleolus.
That's when I realized that,
that you were made for it,
for racing, for competition.
- Mom, I have to tell you something.
Remember our promise?
Mm-hmm.
- I broke it.
Hmm?
- I drove a racing car
and I signed up for the F3 championship.
I'm sorry.
- You think I'm an idiot?
Huh?
Your face, your eyes, even the way you walk,
everything changed overnight.
Took me a while to realize it,
but the guy who drops you off on the Ferrari
isn't exactly discreet.
- I'm sorry, Mom.
- No.
I should be the one apologizing, sweetie,
for putting myself before you.
- Mom...
- It's just that I was scared for you.
I don't want you to end up like me.
But it's okay to be scared, honey.
Being scared's a part of life.
However,
if I stop my baby from following her dream,
I'd never forgive myself.
- Mom...
- I'm sorry, my love.
I'm so sorry.
I love you.
Isn't today the last race of the season?
- You know everything.
I screwed up everything like always.
I blocked the start at the qualifying sprint yesterday.
- So you'll start in last place, you've done it before.
- No, the team manager replaced me.
They'll never let me in the car again.
- Can't that old guy help you?
He seems to have influence.
- No, he can't.
- What? Why not?
Max.
- Anyway, it starts in an hour.
I won't make it, Mom.
- In an hour?
Then get moving.
Mel.
- Hello.
- What are you doing here?
- I didn't bring these boxes up all by myself.
- We should gotta move on.
An hour's not a lot of time.
- Come on.
Hey, it's time to exercise your demons.
Good thing you didn't burn it.
- But I'll be the one driving.
Hm.
Not that way, the Farmer's Market is today.
- Pick up, pick up, pick up.
Stan, pick up, dammit!
- About time.
I left you at least 20 messages.
I thought you dusted- - Listen to me.
I'm coming to the track and taking back my spot.
If Giuseppe's in my car,
I'm gonna tear the whole place apart.
- What are you saying? - One last race.
You at least owe me that.
- Sure, but hang on, I...
Of course it's blocked off.
- It's not blocked off. - Mom!
- What are you doing?
No, no, no, no, no! - Mom!
- Watch out for the cyclist.
- Excuse me, sir.
We're gonna die. - Not today we're not.
Not today. Come on.
We're gonna race, sweetie.
- We'll see about that. - She's crazy.
- You good?
- What? - What?
What are you doing?
Dude, it's not funny, dude.
- Oh, screw it.
Hey, let me out of here!
- Hello, William.
- Hello, how are you doing?
I brought everyone to celebrate your victory.
- That's very kind of you. - And before you join us
at LC... - Hey, Will.
Look who's here.
Thank you very much. I'll see you later.
- Careful. - I'm disabled.
Excuse me.
Move, move, move it,.
- So, change of plans.
Max is going to drive 28.
- What are you talking about?
We don't have time.
- I chose the pedal so she can reach the brake.
- Excuse me. - Okay?
- Okay. - Move it.
You know I'm using up my last goodwill
with my father for this crap.
- I don't wanna hear about him.
Besides, you had none left anyway.
Okay.
- Go, Max. Kill 'em out there.
- Come on!
We have to be in the pit lane in five
for the warm-up.
* Go
The race will begin
after this qualification sprint.
I think it's pretty clear how the Grand Prix is going to go.
William Muller put more than five seconds
between him and his competitors yesterday.
He's hoping to finish with one last victory
before joining the Alpine team next year.
- Excuse me. - Excuse me.
- Thank you. - Sorry.
- Who are you? - The owner's daughter.
- Excuse me. - Excuse us.
VIP's. - Coming through.
Ooh.
- Ow. Careful. - Oh, sorry.
You better tap your feet.
- Thank you.
Perfect. That's great.
- Okay, where is she?
- So the track is hotter than normal.
You need to pay attention
to the condition of your tires today.
Max?
Do you hear me, Max?
These comms are a piece of junk.
No, they're working just fine.
- Okay.
You just don't wanna talk to me?
- Yeah. - Can I ask why?
No.
All the drivers are lined up on the grid.
They'll be starting in a few seconds.
For some, this may be their last break.
For others it could be their first victory.
Let's find out.
And they're off!
A good start for all the drivers,
but especially for Thunder number 28.
Good start, but don't be too hasty, okay?
Feel free not to talk, okay?
I've got this. - After a seamless start,
the race is underway.
We're already seeing some action
from Giuseppe Mattoni in number 28.
He's making a hell of a comeback.
They are really giving it their all.
They're only a few inches from each other.
And they've made contact.
These guy's must be crazy?
Are you all right?
Max? - Oh, are you worried
about me now?
I thought I was just good enough for magazine covers.
- What? - Incredible.
Car 28, driven by Matonni has just gained another place.
Is that enough talent for you?
- A minor correction.
It seems that car number 28
is being driven by Max Rolland,
not Giuseppe Mattoni.
And she gains another place.
I guess I can't hold a candle to them either.
- It's not what you think, Max.
I- - I'm just a pretty face, huh?
You made me think I had potential
but you didn't give a shit.
It's just to make yourself look good
in front of your father, right?
- I'm sorry you heard that.
I told him what he wanted to hear, that's all.
Watch out for Yoko.
He always dominates the middle of the track.
You can fake him out from the outside and-
- Overtake him on the inside, right?
Something like that.
Max Rolland overtakes another driver.
She's on fire! - Max.
I said that to my father
because he'd never believe me
if I told him what I really think.
And what do you really think?
Come on, tell me.
- Careful, they're clashing up front.
Max?
Max, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine, it was a close call.
They are right on each other today.
- Yellow flag, Slow down.
Looks like the safety car's coming out.
Big crash.
Man, he's back in the game.
Incredible!
- What's going on?
- They have to stay behind the safety car
while they're cleaning up, but keeping their positions.
This will allow her to get closer to the leaders.
So?
What do you really think?
- That I've never met a driver like you before.
So fast,
so intuitive.
That I think you can go really far,
much further than I ever have.
That you're a kick-ass driver.
Stan, there's just one thing I need to know.
If I were a boy, would you have helped me in the same way?
- No, of course not.
Because they would've been all over you.
Sponsors, teams, everyone.
And you would've never looked my way.
You've got to stop with this "if I were a boy,"
that's just an excuse, right?
You want to be the best, then prove you're the best,
erase any doubts.
Respect is earned on the track.
Safety car is finally returning to the stand.
And Will Muller, in pole position,
is going to restart the match. - Go for it.
Kick their butts, champ!
And there they go again.
Max Rolland is letting up.
Will Muller is still in the lead
with six laps to go,
but the gap with his competitors hasn't widened.
My rhythm's off. Are the tires okay?
'Cause just so you know, I plan on finishing the race today.
- You went too hard.
Hold back now and let them fight it out.
I hate being behind.
Let him overtake
and give your tires time to cool down.
Are you crazy?
- Keep your distance. Don't attack yet.
They'll run out of steam.
But we're two lap from the finish line.
- Trust me. Be patient for once.
Ah, this is so stupid.
Is Rolland gonna be able to keep this up
until the end?
She seems to be slowing down.
She's overtaken by.
- Go on, that's perfect.
Stay out of it and go easy on your tires, okay?
Okay.
- I don't get it, she should be attacking now.
She's gotta be pulling some tricks, I know it.
Will Muller has lost a little speed,
and his competitors are beginning to catch up.
- That's it, Will is drifting.
His tires are shot.
You can start to catch up.
Go on the offensive.
Be ready to go for it when I say so.
They're nearing the end of the race.
Whoa, what was that?
Is the engine okay?
- The engine's good.
Are you sure?
- Look.
All good. - That's it.
You're gaining two tenths each lap.
Go for it.
Hold back on the brakes and push all the way
coming out of the turns.
Give 'em hell.
* It was so fun, you feel so strong *
Looks like Max Rolland is on the attack.
She's attempting a very risky move.
And here she goes.
It's like nothing can stop her.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Go on, go, go, go. - Come on.
- Yeah. - Yes!
- That was real ballsy, but you pulled it off.
Stan, you're being annoying.
Oh. yeah, right.
Where's Will at?
- Waiting for you.
You're gonna kick his ass.
We are witnessing a spectacular finish
from Max Rolland here,
goes from sixth to third in just two bends.
Careful, Will, it's getting hairy.
Rolland is six-tenths away.
I know, I have rear views.
What a way to take back third.
And that's it, Max Rolland is back on Muller's tail.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh, my freaking God.
Stan, I need to focus here.
- Huh? Oh, sorry.
I'll shut up.
Stan, Stan.
- Not now.
- Your father's here.
- It's over now.
Tell her to stop on the next lap.
- What?
- But she's in second place.
- Giuseppe is the one who should be driving.
She'll be disqualified.
We'll be fine.
Shut this down right now.
- Dad, let her finish the race.
- Stanislas, tell her to stop immediately.
- No.
Max Rolland is two laps away from victory.
She's leaving them all in the sun.
- Don't let up.
Keep him under pressure.
You're in a great position.
Brake a little.
Yes.
You've got it.
You've got it, Max!
And Rolland pulls it off.
Incredible. - Yeah!
- You're killing it. - That's it!
Max Rolland takes the lead going into the final lap.
Phenomenal.
Hold on. What's going on here?
There's smoke coming out of her car.
It's getting really hot all of a sudden.
I'm on fire.
- Damn right you're on fire.
You've got him.
You're gonna incinerate him!
No, I mean the car is actually on fire.
- What? - Stan, Stan,
tell her to stop for God's sake.
What's happening?
- Max, this is Clermont-Tonnerre.
Get to the box immediately.
Your oil pressure is dropping.
There are 10 turns left to go.
Stop right now or I'll sue you.
I better get a good lawyer then.
- What is she saying? - What's happening, Melanie?
- You talk to her! Jesus!
- He's right, Max, it's too dangerous.
I'm sorry, to come back now.
Max? - I can't see anything.
What's going on?
Melanie, lift me up.
Lift me up.
- It's not working! - Max Rolland
doesn't seem to be stopping
despite her car being on fire.
She's risking everything to finish the race.
It's too hot, I'm never gonna make it.
Max Rolland got back in first position.
- Yes!
She's going all in for the home stretch.
They're neck and neck.
Yes! - I did it!
Whoa!
- Yes! - Max Rolland
beats Will Muller in a match that.
- Get the guys.
What a race!
- Coming through. - Excuse me.
Excuse me. Sorry.
- Oh, sweetheart.
You scared me.
- You're insane, Max.
You're so freaking crazy.
- Congratulations.
What a race! What a recruit!
- What did I tell you? Right?
You're a kick-ass driver!
Look!
Yeah!
- I think we should keep an eye on her.
What's her name?
- Max.
Like a boy.
- This is for you!
- Let me through.
Disqualified.
Dangerous driving, apparently.
It's a miracle that the Federation didn't ban me for life.
- Hey! Max!
- How are you? - I'm good. You?
What's all this?
- I've made a big decision.
I'm finally striking out on my own.
Can't live at my father's until I'm 40.
- You are 40.
- Anyway, I'm getting an apartment in the city.
It'll be way better.
Oh, yeah, my father is taking back his collection,
my babies.
- So he's kicking you out.
And the apartment in the city is your mom's.
- I missed you.
How are things with my father?
He's treating you well?
- Stan, I won't be racing for your father next season.
- What?
- I joined the Alpine Academy.
- No way.
- I got a spot with ART in Formula 2
and I'm gonna be doing free trials
in Formula 1 at Castellet.
- What?
- And...
- Oh, no, Will got you pregnant.
- God, no.
I'm gonna need someone with me in the stands.
Someone I can trust.
- Yeah.
- Know anyone who might be interested.
- Hold on, are you asking me to be your engineer?
- Yeah.
- Whoa, so I'll have to put up with your shitty attitude
for another year?
- How about a hug?
And the rest is history.
Now we're here at the Paul Ricard's circuit
where I'll be driving Formula 1 for the first time
well, officially.
Can't wait. - And cut.
Okay, great, that's the one.
- Got everything you need?
- Yeah. - Cool.
- Awesome.
And congrats again on your journey.
It's very inspiring. - Thank you so much.
- Good job.
Sorry, I have just one last question.
How does it feel to be part of the very exclusive club
of female F1 drivers?
To be honest, I don't think about it too much.
I mean, I'm proud, obviously,
but for me it's just a chance to show my skills as a driver
and to prove that I'm where I'm supposed to be.
That's all.
I learned that respect is earned on the track.
On the track, there are no women, no men, just drivers.
And being a driver means just one thing.
Being the fastest.