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JEREZ-ANGEL NIETO CIRCUIT
FIM JUNIORGP WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FINAL
-Don't get me started. - told you not to do anything crazy.
You blew a year's worth of hard work.
I race to win, not to come fourth.
Finishing fourth would've won you the Junior FIM.
Now what? We lose again?
All because of your shit attitude. Plus you screwed up my bike!
Fuck your bike! And fuck you!
You arrogant piece of shit! Who do you think you are?
Get out of here! I don't want to see you again!
What, are you firing me?
-Are you going to hit me? -Go on then, fire me.
You're all bark and no bite, kid.
Come on, do it. I know you want to!
Come on, you son of a bitch!
What was that? Never speak about my mom.
Get out of here.
I never want to see you again!
You're a loser!
Leave aside your fuck up at turn 7, you ran a great race, kid.
Oh yeah? Go tell my boss. He just fired me!
Well then, you both screwed up.
No, I didn't.
It's the bike that's screwed.
Listen, let me give you some advice.
Never blame your bike or your team.
Who the hell are you?
You really don't know me?
-No. Should 1? -No, no.
It's all good. It's better this way.
Okay, then stop busting my balls.
-Who was that? -No idea.
And we come to the Moto Junior roundup,
where Edu Serra's championship hopes ended
after a fall at turn 10.
There are changes in the Moto2 grid,
Andrea Godano has left Team Aspar
to take the leap into MotoGP with Prima Pramac.
I'm happy that Paolo Campinoti has given me this chance.
I'm a winner and I'm joining a winning team.
I've always dreamt of making it to MotoGP,
competing at the highest level, like my idols.
His previous team is now looking for his replacement.
Just a sec.
I asked if you liked the shop.
Yeah, it's dope.
It's 30% off for our opening week.
If you're interested.
Yeah, well, I'm not a tattoo guy, but thanks.
-You really don't have any? -Nope, no.
So how do you know you're not a tattoo guy, then?
I guess I'm not sure!
Well, lucky you, we also have a discount if it's your first tattoo.
No way.
-I'm Luna. -Beautiful name.
What's yours?
I'm Edu. Edu Serra.
-Edu Serra... -We're neighbors, I live over there.
-Okay. -I'll see you around.
Neighbors.
Well, I'd better get going. Off to work.
-Nice to meet you. -Have a good one.
See ya, Edu Serra.
Listen, if I could sell my apartment I would, I swear.
But it's mortgaged.
No, listen, I was looking for someone
who'd give me a chance, someone who recognises my talent.
I don't have money for a bike.
That's why I've called you, you know?
Hello?
Yes, hello, Javier.
I'm really sorry for what happened...
I was really tense after the race.
You've replaced me?
With who?
No way, with that clown?
Are you serious, Javier?
What were you thinking? He's not even fast on the straights.
Gianni Baltelli, the Angel,
last year's Moto3 champion
and now competing in Moto2.
Your team seems to be struggling to fill Godano's spot.
Are you comfortable being the team's principal rider now?
100%.
But I hope they bring in someone talented,
because having a strong team is...
How do you say? Always an incentive.
Excuse me! Could we get two more?
Unleaded for me and a regular for my bro.
Come on, don't lose faith now.
I don't need a therapist, Walter.
You just need a stroke of luck, that's all.
-Hi. -Hi, gorgeous.
-What's up? Beer? -Check out the blonde.
She's a tattoo artist.
-You know her or something? -We met once.
She was hitting on me.
Oh, hold up...
Damn, yeah, I'm into her friend too.
-Where are you going? -Are you gonna sit there like a dumb-ass?
-Let's go talk to them! -Walter, sit down.
-Sit your ass down. -I can't hear you.
Walter! Don't screw this up for me...
Hey, girls...
-Have you met Edu? -You're the guy who's scared of tattoos.
-Well, actually I'm thinking about it. -What? Getting a tattoo?
-Are you good? -Haven't had any complaints yet.
No pain... no gain.
Wanna play?
Sure.
On one condition...
Okay, surprise me.
If I win, you take me out to dinner.
-Okay. What if I win? -Anything you want.
Okay, if I win...
-you hand out flyers for my shop. -Great.
-Shall we? -Let's.
Ladies first.
I taught him that.
Do I get a turn?
What? And risk a date with you?
No thanks, honey.
-Do you mind...? -No, of course.
Hey, kid! Remember me?
I'm Eli Guzman.
Team Manager for Aspar in Moto2.
Can we have a word?
No fucking way...
What's up, man? Hey, sorry for the other day.
- I was just... -You were pissed, I get it.
-Yeah, yeah. - Of course you were, after what happened.
-So, how are you? -Great. I suppose you've heard
that we're down one rider.
Yeah, Godano left you high and dry.
-That sucks. -Yes it does.
But, you know, I've had my eye on you for a while.
I love your attitude, the balls you showed in the juniors.
So I'd like you to come to Valencia tomorrow,
to test you and see if you could be...
well, our new rider for the championship.
No fucking way.
Is that all you know how to say?
Well, then...
-See you at 12. -At 12?
Be there on time.
See ya!
No fucking way...
GODANO TO MOTOGP!
What kind of shit hole is this?
-Their horchata is fucking great. -Typical Italian.
You can't have horchata without far tons.
Get me a coffee.
You ain't my manager anymore. Order it yourself.
-I'm on vacation. -One coffee, please.
On vacation, huh? Come on...
Antonio, you've been on vacation 20 years.
It's time to go back to work.
What do you want? Come on, spit it out.
Remember I said I'd call you if something interesting came up?
Well, I need you to come check out a rider.
I want to know what you think.
Thank you.
-You have plenty of people for that... -No.
Not for this guy. For him I need you.
ASPAR TRACK
What did I tell you?
He's a killer.
Takes one to know one.
He's fast.
I'd like you to train him, Antonio.
Not bad, right?
Well, well, well... Great job, kid.
You were flying! You almost broke the track record.
That was brutal.
Let me introduce you to your new coach.
Why is he here?
-Listen... -Why the fuck is he here?
Hear me out.
Edu, wait up! Wait up, please!
-He's dead to me! -He's the perfect coach for you.
-What? No fucking way! -Hear me out!
What's your biggest dream? Your biggest wish?
-Winning. 'Winning, exactly!
And he can get you there.
This is your only chance.
Are you really going to waste it?
I'd rather deliver sushi the rest of my life.
Edu. Edu, wait!
That was a low blow.
-Why didn't you tell me? -You wouldn't have come!
-You're the only one who can help him. -Count me out.
Then he'll get himself killed.
Or kill someone else on a fucking turn, is that what you want?
Stop torturing yourself, Antonio, please.
You belong here.
That kid needs you.
But I think you need him even more.
Okay, if I ask you for your number because I'm into you,
and you start blowing hot and cold, when you're into me too...
Stop messing around and give me your number.
-Face it, she's not into you. -Eduardo!
-Come on! -Yes, ma'am.
This one's a special delivery.
They asked for you specifically.
What do you mean?
Maria Cubi Street, 133.
Well, well... Could be a wealthy cougar!
Maybe you can buy a new bike with the tip.
You think?
Hey, do you want to take my car?
So you can arrive in style.
-Maybe it's for your mother. -Damn. Someone's feeling sensitive.
Have a good one, Casanova!
Hello?
Sushi delivery!
Come in.
I'll leave it on the table.
Why don't you take a seat, son?
Don't call me that.
I just want to talk.
All those years you've been gone, now you want to talk?
No, wait.
Wait! I didn't pay you!
It's on the house.
I'm a shitty father, I admit it.
But don't throw away the chance they're giving you.
Come on, man. What about you? You need this as much as I do.
Alright then, we need each other.
You can just sit there whining,
and settle for this, or do something about it.
You really want to throw away everything your mom sacrificed for you?
Edu.
Edu!
Yes?
I'll do it, on one condition.
You're not my father. I'm not your son.
You'll be my coach, but that's it. Deal?
Deal.
We'll start tomorrow.
Coming!
Do you know what time it is?
-If you're not early, you're late. -What the hell is this?
You'll train my way, and race my way.
I'll be your brain until you grow one.
Listen, I'm only doing this because I've got no choice.
Eli's giving you five races to prove yourself.
Five?
Enough to know if you're worth it.
He sees your potential,
but the sponsors only see risk and lack of experience.
9,936 pieces. What is this?
It'll help with your patience and focus.
You need to sort out your attitude.
Trash. Trash.
Make room for healthy food.
Proteins, vegetables and clean carbs.
What's this? Give me that.
-It's my breakfast. -No, it's not. It's dog shit.
-You train here? -Yeah.
How do you expect to handle yourself on the track
if you can't even look after your own home?
No more living like a pig.
From now on, you'll live like a soldier.
We'll train every day, morning and evening.
What about my job?
That bike is your job.
I'll lean on Eli to give you some cash.
Oh, and one more thing...
The most important rule:
no girls.
Once they get in your head...
you're done for.
Get changed. I'll wait downstairs.
Pick up the pace, we're almost done. Go! Go!
-Hello, Jessica. -Hi, guys.
This is Jessica, your salsa instructor.
Hi, Edu. What's up Antonio?
-All good. You? -Great.
Are you kidding me?
-Excuse me... -No sweat.
'When do I try out the bike? -Forget about the bike.
You need to get in shape first.
This will improve your coordination.
-You used to do this? -Yup.
-This and so much more... - bet...
If you want to be different,
you have to do things differently, on and off the track.
Come on! Let's dance!
Go on.
Come here, Edu.
-What's your level? -I'd say beginner.
-What do you know? - can tell by your face.
No... I've danced some bachata in the past. And tango...
Okay. Today, we're starting with salsa, okay?
Let's begin with the pose.
Your hand goes up here. You guys always try to move it lower.
-Follow my lead. -Okay.
One, two, three... Keep your eyes on me.
-Okay. -Five, six...
Well, maybe worse than beginner level.
-Do you have to be here? -Of course.
-Why? -I'm your coach.
I can't focus.
You think there are no distractions on the track?
-Count with me, Edu. -Okay.
One, two, three...
Five, six, seven.
The most important thing is working your upper body.
And your abs.
On the bike, you move side to side.
Stability is key to becoming a champion.
-How many more? -Go! You stop when I tell you.
Keep it up!
What was that?
You look like a sack of potatoes.
-What are you doing? - can lift heavier weights.
No...
If you lift heavier weights, you'll build more muscle.
I don't need you buff. I need you toned, strong.
-Faster! What's up? -Fuck...
You telling me you can't manage 20 steps?
-You should watch "Rocky" for motivation. -"Rocky"?
You're too stiff. It's like you swallowed a broomstick.
-It's heavy, huh? -How many reps?
Till I say stop.
You need to relax.
Loosen up! Think of your salsa class.
You need to be unstoppable.
If you're stronger, you'll control the bike better.
If you're tired as the race ends, you won't think clearly.
Back to the top. Come on. Let's go.
Come on!
Yes!
Take the weekend off to rest.
I'll see you on Monday.
Come in.
We're even.
How can I be sure you didn't throw them away?
-You'll have to trust me. -Oh, yeah?
And why's that?
Because I've come for a tattoo.
So you finally worked up the nerve!
You trust me, I'll trust you.
I want this rocket.
You know what it is?
-The Artemis. -Get you!
I've shocked you, huh?
The most powerful rocket on the planet, faster than a lightning bolt.
Alright then. It's just through there.
Hey, I need you to relax.
-I'm relaxed. -Relax. Look over there.
-At myself or at you? -Whichever you prefer.
What's with that "N"? Someone special?
Very special.
So you're taken...
No.
My mom, Nuria.
-I lost her. -Oh...
I'm sorry.
A few years ago I was going to compete in Moto3, I was one of the best.
That's when my mom got sick,
so I had to drop everything until she passed away.
What about your dad?
Okay, you have to wash it with soap,
and that's all!
You're closing now, right? Shift's over?
Yes, shift's over.
Well, since I got a discount I have money to take you out.
What do you say?
I'd love to, but I can't tonight.
-Maybe next time. -Yeah, sure. Next time.
Turn around.
Arms up.
You can get that. We're done.
Thank you!
"You'll have to come over and check it."
-Give it back. -Luna?
-Who's Luna? -A friend.
The one who did that? The rocket?
Yes. She's a tattoo artist.
Where's your head at?
Competing at the highest level demands your full attention.
She's just checking the tattoo.
And you're inviting her over?
I'll say it again. No girls. They're a distraction.
Your partner's your bike. It's the only thing that goes between your legs.
Any girl worth a damn will ask for something you can't give her:
your time.
I'll keep your phone Thursday to Sunday on race weeks.
-You're out of line! -You need to focus!
Oh, hey there! How are you?
-Has it healed? -Yup. It looks perfect now.
So you've come for another?
No, not yet. I'm good with one for now.
Shame...
Have a good one.
Any plans today?
Today?
Want to grab a bite? My treat.
No fast food, though.
My coach would kill me for eating this.
Why?
-Do you always have to ask for permission? -In theory.
Where did you learn to play pool?
I got you, huh?
Well, my dad owns the bar.
How come I never saw you there before?
Well, I've been abroad for a while. I spent three years studying in Rome.
I studied Art and Design.
Oh, I get it now, you've been around!
-Damn straight. -Speak Italian?
- speak it perfectly. -Oh, really?
-Want me to teach you? -You'd teach me?
-I can teach you. -I teach you English, if you want.
Do you like motorbikes?
I like riding them.
But I don't follow the races.
-No? -I've never even seen one.
-Never?
-You should watch me. -Okay, I will.
You're the first rider I've met.
So, what do you think?
What do I think? Let me see...
So-so...
So-so?
-Come on, I'm gonna take you somewhere. -Where are we going?
It's a surprise.
Take your helmet off.
-What are you doing? -It's your turn.
-You want me to ride it? -Yes.
Do you have a death wish?
I got a tattoo, didn't 1?
Now it's your turn.
No...
I want to feel what you can do.
Hold onto me.
Now you can take me on yours, huh?
Mine isn't quite as fast.
So, do you impress a lot of girls like this?
-No?
Never?
Well, then...
That wasn't bad.
-Did you have fun? -Lots. Did you?
Of course.
Okay...
Goodnight, Edu Serra.
Goodnight.
Luna.
Oh, and good luck!
-With the test tomorrow. -I don't need it.
MOTORLAND CIRCUIT ARAGON (ALCANIZ)
Hey!
-What's up? -The kid of the hour!
-How are you? -Great.
-Hey, you're looking good! -Yeah.
What's up Marc?
Antonio said you're working hard.
Yeah, yeah...
So, what do you think?
That's dope, honestly!
Listen, have you met Gianni Baltelli?
-No, I... -No, we have work to do.
Right, Antonio, and team building is important, as you know.
No chance.
If you approach Gianni now, you'll become his dog.
Oh, come on! Really, Antonio?
-Is that how it is? Come on! -Okay.
He's the boss, do as he says.
Aspar is the boss, I just follow orders.
I'll introduce you... Robe! Hey!
-How are you? -Good. You?
This is Edu Serra, the new rider we're testing.
And we expect great things of him.
This is Roberto Scala, Gianni's manager,
guru, even his kang-guru!
He wants to meet Gianni, he's a big fan.
Yes, Gianni loves his fans.
Come!
Gianni, this is your new teammate. Edu Serra.
Nice to meet you.
Is that your coach?
Yes, he is, yeah.
Lucky guy, huh, Eric?
-Edu. -Right, Edu.
Edu, lovely to meet you.
I'm sure you'll do great.
Good job.
Now he has an advantage over you on the track.
He wants you to know he's better, that you're a nobody.
He wants you to be scared to defy him, and doubt yourself.
-That's not gonna happen. -Really?
We'll see about that.
The team is here to help you.
Take mental note of everything you feel.
Then, be precise with what you tell them, okay?
Forget about him. Focus on your own bike.
-Go! -Are you nervous?
-Excited! -Happy to hear that.
Go. Releasing some adrenaline will do you good.
-Go on! -Come on.
You fucking moron. Use your head!
-Sorry. -Go fuck yourself.
You're better than this. Earn your spot! Go!
He's 0.2 seconds behind Gianni.
Not bad at all.
In fact, some rivalry between them would be great.
This isn't Game of Thrones, okay?
Edu is like a little kid. We have to encourage him
and punish him sometimes, so he can learn.
Yet another great result this weekend for Gianni Baltelli,
which leaves no doubt as to why he's called "The Angel."”
Clearly a future star, this rider has wings!
HI, LUNA!
WOULD YOU DESIGN A LOGO FOR MY HELMET?
SOMETHING REALLY DOPE.
-Don't look. -I'm not.
It's a surprise.
-You're gonna love it. -No doubt.
Hey, just to be nosey,
aren't you riders allowed to drink?
Sure we can, why?
It's just, I've never seen you do it.
Well, when booze wrecks your family,
it doesn't seem worth it.
I see.
I get it.
You'll do the letters for "The Rocket" too?
You want writing?
-Something dope. -Okay.
Yeah?
It was my grandparents' house.
So, don't expect much.
It's cute.
What a lovely picture.
She looks so proud of you.
If you'd like to sit...
Why red and blue?
Red is for training and blue for race days.
Are you superstitious?
Every racer kind of is.
What's this?
That's the Roman Colosseum.
The Colosseum. Back when it was in ruins.
Yeah.
Are you good at everything?
No, not everything.
But, you know...
I'm methodical, which is key for a tattoo artist.
-What's something you're not perfect at? Well...
At relationships.
I'm not good at those.
My last one was with a married man.
I learnt so much from the experience.
I decided that I don't want to keep secrets ever again.
In the end, partners are like tattoos.
And when you like your tattoo, you don't hide it.
Are there any secrets you haven't told me yet?
Well, there's my coach...
You know, the coach I'm always talking about...
He's my father.
How are you handling that?
All I care about is making it to MotoGP. And winning.
Is that all you care about in life?
The only thing in the world?
'Well, no. It's not the only thing. -Aha! You never know.
It's not that hard, is it?
Fucking great.
Well, these are the things you learn as a kid with your dad.
I guess.
I gotta go.
Leaving already?
Yes. I'm opening the shop early tomorrow, and it's late.
-But I'll see you around, right? -Yeah, yeah.
Okay...
See ya. Bye.
Luna!
This Sunday they're showing the race on TV.
I'll look out for you.
I'm in second gear. Going up to third.
Back to second gear, turning on the inner kerb. Come on!
There we go. Strong. Second, third.
Now up to fourth gear, fifth. I know I can push more, I hold on.
Now, I brake hard.
Down three gears. I go into the inner kerb.
I'm in. Come on! Come on!
Fuck!
And Serra falls. Zero points.
I don't get it.
You rely on feeling and get ahead of yourself.
We've practiced this turn twice already.
Do the math!
Search for your exact brake point and memorize it.
-That's what I'm doing. -You're not.
-I am. -You're not thinking.
You've only got four races to get your ass in the team.
Get off.
Pass me the helmet.
What are you doing?
Place the bike on the straight.
Three, two, one... Go!
First gear, second,
third, fourth, fifth.
I brake, go down three gears. Another one. A small dip...
And I get the bike inside the turn strongly.
One, two, three...
-How did you do that? -Easy! Studying,
studying, and more studying.
Being talented and ballsy isn't enough.
What position do I need to make Eli happy?
If you make the top 10, he'll be happy.
Consider it done.
Let's take a look at Montmelo.
Belardi and Leone are giving us an amazing race.
-They're going very fast. -They're entering the home stretch.
They're very close together.
Belardi tries again.
Belardi is closing in. Careful, they're very close.
Yes, he's going to try, he's going to try.
And Leone closes the gap again.
Leone exits the corner faster, gaining distance.
Belardi is close behind. Careful, they're close.
He's going to try it on turn 10.
He's going inside. Leone closes... No! No!
BARCELONA CIRCUIT CATALONIA (MONTMELO)
What about this one?
This is a difficult left turn.
After those right turns, your tires will be cold.
It's easy to lose control.
Look.
This could be a good one, taking the interior.
Your issue is
you tend to open too much as you turn.
Visualize your racing line.
You'll have to go from 290km/h to 70km/h.
But don't completely shut off your gas.
Give yourself some margin to exit strong.
Come here.
-How does it feel? -Cold.
So?
-The tires won't get much grip. -Good.
Tomorrow, it will be eight degrees colder.
Cold tires and low grip.
You'll have to brake before your instinct tells you.
So, keep a level head.
It's all a matter of balance.
-Like in salsa class? -No.
A different kind of balance.
A balance between your instinct and your head.
And on this turn, you need to listen to your head.
Let's go.
Then why the fuck did I learn salsa?
Go for top 10.
Come on.
Serra takes the outside. My goodness, he's already overtaken three riders!
Come on!
-Good. -Good, good.
He's overtaking one bike after another, and the race has only just begun!
Very good!
-What are you doing? -Leave him, dammit. Let him push.
-On the track, I'm the boss. -Excuse me!
What the fuck?
He's a lunatic! An animal!
Eli, control that boy!
You know me, Robe. Total freedom for my riders!
No, no...
That bastard hit me on purpose! He did!
We have to tell the fucking marshals!
I thought you were a tough guy?
Nothing happened here.
You hear me? Nothing.
I was so close to winning!
You need to grow up on and off the track.
Will you make a complaint, even though you're on the same team?
No, no, we understand Gianni didn't do it on purpose.
Was your rider too ambitious?
This is an ambitious sport. The hungriest rider wins.
Edu was unlucky today.
But he proved he's got what it takes.
But are you going to do anything about this?
Come on!
Gianni Baltelli, The Angel, will win. He's reaching the finish line.
He's going to win at the Barcelona-Catalonia circuit.
Edu has fallen behind, but his teammate the Angel takes the victory.
What's wrong?
What? Didn't you see him?
-No?
Didn't you see how that asshole pushed me?
No, he barely touched you.
You only fell because you freaked out on Turn 10.
If you'd kept your head, you'd have overtaken him.
But you shit yourself.
So don't blame your teammate.
Blame your fear.
When I need some alone time, I come here.
So many stars.
And not just stars.
There are actually galaxies, made of millions of stars.
Makes you feel small, doesn't it?
It makes you realize what it is that truly matters.
Do they all have a story?
-All of them. -Really?
-Tell me them. -No, I don't like talking about them.
Well, okay, at least tell me one of them.
I'll tell you one. Pick and I'll tell you.
-One? -Only one.
-The one on your foot. -No, pick another.
-Come on, the one on your foot! -No, not that one.
I've never told anyone about that one.
Am I nobody to you?
Why do you think I brought you here?
What's wrong? Am I going too fast?
I love to go fast, you know that.
So, you know, it was fun
because the three sisters wanted the same tattoo.
So they're matching.
-I miss you. -I miss you too!
Cheer up, come on. When can I go to one of your races?
You'd like to come?
Obviously! Of course I want to go.
I'll try to make something work.
But these guys don't love me bringing people.
I don't know, you don't seem too sure.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Okay.
Do you have word on the logo?
The guy from the shop texted me saying it's ready,
so I'll pick it up tomorrow.
Okay, let me know. Okay?
-You wanna come with? -Edu!
We're waiting for you.
Is that your dad?
Hey, I gotta go. Call you later.
-Okay? I'll... -Did you hear me?
-Who are you talking to? -No one.
It better not be the tattoo girl.
No way! I never saw her again. I'm not seeing anyone.
Let's get going then.
ESCAPE THE ROUTINE. WELCOME TO PARADISE.
Looks cool, huh?
Amazing.
CIRCUIT OF THE AMERICAS AUSTIN
As you can see, this one is mostly right turns. That's better for you.
I'm good at both.
Yeah, sure. You're "The Rocket" now, huh?
Yeah!
Why a fucking rocket?
Because it inspires me.
Come on then, "The Rocket."
Three, two, one... Lift-off!
Push!
Let's go.
What did he do?
He jumped the start.
No! No!
Wait another lap, kid.
No! What are you doing?
Stick a leash on him!
You pushed a good rider off the track.
But I scored points. Isn't that what you wanted?
Enough!
When you've changed, you go and apologize.
Has anyone ever apologized to me?
-Not once in my fucking life! -Edu!
Belardi!
Excuse me. My son is a big fan of yours. He knows you're the best.
-Please, an autograph. -Here?
It was my second race, I could've made it.
If you'd waited a few more laps before attacking...
But you were too impatient. As always.
The best riders are strategic, Edu.
In the end, what matters most is having control over yourself.
Do you even hear your-fucking-self?
Don't you remember what you did to your family? Me and Mom?
What you did to that guy on your bike? The one you killed?
After the accident with Leone
I became an addict.
Addicted to anxiety meds and alcohol.
No matter what they say,
you can never stop thinking that you killed a fellow rider.
I felt like a piece of shit.
I felt unworthy of my family, of my wife...
of you.
I couldn't look you in the eye again.
-You abandoned us. -No.
That was your mother's pride.
She wanted nothing to do with me.
I'd send the alimony on the 5th, and she'd send it back by the 6th.
Just like you've done all these years.
You've no idea how much I've come to hate you.
Yes, I can imagine.
I'm despicable, I can't blame you.
All your hatred toward me is justified.
But don't turn into me.
Don't do it.
Rage doesn't let us think straight.
It pulls us into the dark,
and on the track, it makes you see openings where they don't exist..
If you want to succeed, you have to learn to control yourself.
Master your rage, and there's no stopping you.
You're the one who won't let me fucking see, who won't leave me alone.
You keep slowing me down!
Doing fucking math to make a turn, and the fucking salsa...
Enough, enough!
Stop complaining.
You only have two races left. Make them count.
Stop blaming everyone else.
Edu.
Take a few days off.
Think about what I told you and what kind of rider you want to be.
Either we do it my way, or there's no point carrying on.
Luna!
Good evening.
Why aren't you answering me?
BUSY TATTOOING, WILL ASSIST YOU LATER.
Luna, what's wrong?
MISANO WORLD CIRCUIT MARCO SIMONCELLI
LUNA, WHAT'S WRONG?
I'VE CALLED A THOUSAND TIMES AND YOU DON'T PICK UP.
Gianni, you're the new star of Moto2, but your teammate
was close to finishing on podium in the last race.
Are you concerned he may surpass you and become a rival?
No. He's my sidekick. I'm Batman, and he's Robin.
Edu works very hard. And that's a point in his favor.
But until he wins a race, there won't be any rivalry.
Edu, do you agree with this?
Gianni is... He's...
He's a great racer, and I respect him
as a teammate both on and off the track.
Especially on the track, I need to go slow there for him to even see me.
Do you have a fucking problem with me?
Not at all.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Edu.
Are you okay?
He tests you and you take the bait again.
Fuck him!
Where are you going? You need to calm down.
No, I don't, I'm doing great.
-No, you're not. -I'm perfectly fine.
I'm done listening to your bullshit!
I'm the one riding today, and I'm going to win.
Edu!
Hey, champ! Good luck with the race!
Shit, Godano! What's up?
Nice to meet you.
You too.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. All good.
I think I did Eli a favor leaving Team Aspar. You're talented.
Thanks.
Any day now you'll be chasing after me in MotoGP.
No, no. You'll be chasing me!
Keep dreaming. Self belief is important. It's in your blood, right?
Besides, if Gianni can do it, why not you?
What? You haven't heard?
Rumor has it my team wants to bring him to MotoGP.
Another reason to hate him, huh?
Bye-bye!
You can't do this to me, kid.
First Godano, and now you, Gianni?
And worse still, I had to find out from a journalist!
Eli, we'll compensate you.
Thank Gianni, he told Pramac to wait three races because he owed you.
Wow, thank you so much, Gianni, seriously!
I promised you we'd make it to MotoGP next year.
It's the opportunity of a lifetime, I can't wait a year!
You know how this works, right?
You know what? I don't give a shit!
-Motherfuckers! -Go fuck yourself!
What an amazing race here in Misano!
We're at Rossi's home track.
And 'The Rocket' Serra is already flying past the opposition!
"The Rocket" is Edu Serra's nickname,
and with good reason, because he's flying like a rocket out there on the track.
But always behind Baltelli.
Baltelli is leading the race for Aspar Team.
Baltelli is on the ground!
-No! -No!
He doesn't usually miss, but he makes a mistake!
The marshals are helping, but he has to do it by himself.
Tell him to push now. This is his shot. Now!
Let's see what they're telling Serra. And it's 'Push'!
He knows that his teammate is down, this is his chance!
At his biggest rival's home race
he could get his first podium here in Italy!
Yeah! I taught him that. Come on.
Push, push, push!
He's got it! His first podium is within reach.
He's going to try on the next turn. And he's hit the gas!
If he overtakes he'll be third.
He's getting on the podium!
Let's go!
Good job, yes.
Good job.
Let's fucking go!
Let's go!
Antonio, I need to have a word with you.
I need a word with you.
I promised if he gave me a good race I'd let him decide his future.
A podium!
If anyone had told us he'd finish the season like this after how he started...
You did a fantastic job, Antonio.
Really great.
But, dammit, you pushed him too far.
He says you're suffocating him, that you don't give him space.
That he never has a say...
My hands are tied.
Listen, you were a rider too.
You know better than anyone the rider is king here.
It's nothing personal.
Honestly, I...
Right now I need him more than I need you. I'm sorry.
Edu, we just got news
that you split with your manager, the great Antonio Belardi.
Is that true?
Yes, it's true.
Antonio helped me get here and I'm grateful,
but now I need someone who will get me to the top.
Okay! You've heard him.
Today marks the beginning of Edu "The Rocket" Serra. No more questions.
Eli, what about...?
Edu, one last question! Please!
Please, just one question!
Shocking news from Moto2
with the separation on Edu Serra and his coach,
the six-times World Champion, Antonio Belardi.
His Championship titles didn't help him as a father,
and his son fired him from the team.
Edu, we just got news
that you broke things off with your manager, the great Antonio Belardi.
Antonio helped me get here and I'm grateful,
but I need someone who will get me to the top.
You've heard him.
-Luna. -Leave me alone.
Don't be like that.
-Wait, what's wrong? -What do you mean?
-"What's wrong?" -I don't know.
Are you playing dumb? I know I'm nobody to you.
-Get lost! -You think I have it easy, Luna?
My coach is in my head 24/7! He controls everything I do!
Does that include me?
Luna, I fired him because of you. That's it.
That's it. What else do you want?
This is my dream, my passion.
Please understand.
Stay with me, hold on. Please!
Leave me alone!
You're a coward.
MOTORLAND CIRCUIT ARAGON (ALZANIZ)
Everything is ready at Motorland Aragon for the final race of Moto2.
All eyes on the two Aspar riders,
Baltelli and Edu 'The Rocket' Serra.
Let's go!
I've got a feeling this race is all about the two Aspar riders.
Both riders are battling for victory!
We hadn't seen a duel like this all season!
Please tell Edu that second place is good enough, okay?
No more crazy risks!
Robe! Tell Gianni to relax, okay?
No, no, he's doing great.
No!
They both fell! They both fell!
No way!
Can you hear me?
I'll be right back.
Neck brace.
Do we immobilize him?
Guedel.
Ambu bag.
Get me the tube.
Monitoring.
-Is he stable now? -Systolic 120.
-Perfect. -Heart rate 85.
Get me the helicopter.
What's happening? What's happening?
They're sending in a helicopter.
What? Why...?
Hello, I'm looking for my son, please.
Eduardo Belardi Serra.
-Wait here. -Yes.
-Roberto. -Hey, Antonio.
-Any news? -Not yet.
-Let's hope it's not serious. -Yes.
-I'm sorry. -Me too.
Alessandra.
Relax, he's okay.
He suffered a blunt chest impact
and multiple fractures to the tibia and fibula of his left leg.
We were worried because he lost consciousness, but it'll pass.
-You can relax. -Good.
What about Gianni?
With him, it's a little more complicated.
Are you staying with Edu?
Yes. I'm not sure he wants me to be here, but...
I'll stay.
Good.
He'll stay in Observation,
and if everything goes well, we'll send him home.
I need to go.
-Thank you. -Bye.
Thanks.
Sorry, I fell asleep.
You look beautiful when you sleep.
-Thanks for coming. -Shut up, dummy.
It's the least I can do.
How are you?
Better now that you're here.
The other day...
You rest now.
Hello!
Don't you want to come in? He just woke up.
I don't think it's a good idea.
I'm Luna.
-Antonio, nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
I'm his father.
I know. Edu has told me about you.
I can imagine...
My relationship with my son isn't...
It's complicated, it's not the best.
Deep down, I think he'd like to know his father is here.
I'd rather you don't tell him.
But I'll come by daily to check in with the doctors.
You really care about him, right?
Well, I wouldn't be here if I didn't.
Of course.
-See ya. -See ya.
Eduardo Belardi Serra, I think it is.
-Eli. -Antonio!
-Antonio, how is the kid doing? -He's okay.
He's a tough guy.
He takes after his father.
-What about you? -Me? What about me?
Take a guess.
I went from having two riders on the podium to...
to rock bottom.
It's awful.
I can't wait three months, Antonio.
You can't replace him just like that.
I have no choice.
You know I love the kid. But what he did was unforgivable.
Taking a teammate down with him?
-No team allows that. -Fuck off!
-Didn't you want a show? -Yes.
And I was wrong. I'm sorry, I was wrong.
But you have no idea what's at stake here.
There are investors, sponsors, partners...
I can't have an empty box.
-You'll have to make an exception. -I can't.
I can't.
The decision has been made.
We got the best Superbike rider, he'll get all the budget.
Edu put his life on the line for his spot. You owe it to him.
I owe him nothing.
I gave him a chance when no one wanted him.
I promised him five races. I kept my word.
But you have no idea how much I would lose if neither bike is racing.
It's a business, Antonio, you know that well.
Could you tell your kid?
No. You tell him yourself.
You're getting discharged.
You get to go home.
What's wrong?
Has anything happened?
Eli fired me from the team.
By text!
I don't know...
It's not worth focusing on that now.
He didn't have the balls to say it to my face.
Edu...
You're about to leave the hospital.
Focus on the positive side.
It could've been way worse.
What would you like for lunch?
-You're staying to eat with me? -If you want.
Of course I want to.
Wait.
I'm sorry.
Everything's gone to shit thanks to you.
That's why I'm apologizing.
Shove your apologies up your ass.
I might never race again.
You think saying sorry can fix that?
Get out of here. Go.
-I know... -Get the fuck out of here, go!
You piece of shit! Get out!
SILVERSTONE CIRCUIT
You're doing amazing times, you're nailing every practice.
-Level head. Don't lose focus. -Okay.
-Let's go. -See ya.
-Eli! -Jorge.
How dare you fire that kid?
-Now, Jorge, I... -Eli, these riders deserve your respect...
- know. Let me explain... -No, Eli.
You're fired!
Jorge!
Jorge...
You need to have faith, okay?
You'll race again, you'll see.
At the Australian Grand Prix...
Team Aspar is in the lead at the Japanese Grand Prix.
How I wish I was there.
Morning!
Edu, honey, someone's here to see you.
Hey, bro, I'm so sorry. I really am. I...
You know what your issue is, Serra?
You talk and talk without ever saying anything.
Take a seat and listen for once.
The best and worst part of being at the hospital is you get time to think.
And at first, I was so fucking mad
that all I could think of was breaking your hands and legs, you know?
But then I realized that, if I was truly honest with myself,
coming into that turn, I would've done exactly what you did.
You lost control of the bike, it happens.
But... it was a great fight.
Besides, no other rider had apologized to me before.
That takes...
balls, right?
You've been left without a team.
Maybe I can do something for you.
I didn't order anything.
I wanted to thank you.
I know you were there with me at the hospital.
Well, thanks for dinner.
Come in.
What happened to the soldier?
The cleaning lady is on holiday and I...
I don't even know where to start.
VIP menu.
If you do it, do it well.
You speak Italian now?
Gianni's offered me his bike to ride at Barcelona.
No, no, no.
No, don't do it.
You're not ready.
Everything about that bike is different: braking, the gears...
It's like going from a bike to a plane. -I won't get a better chance.
It reaches 350km/h.
It's suicide.
How many riders dream of racing in MotoGP?
And how many achieve it?
Very few.
You're one of them.
It's my turn now.
Shit!
You're doing it whatever I say, right?
-Yes. -Fucking...
I don't even know why I'm asking.
I'll find you someone.
Why not you?
You're the best.
Because... because it didn't work out.
As your coach, I want you to give your all.
I want you to take risks and win.
But as your father, I want to protect you.
And that's a bad combination.
I didn't know how to do it.
I've lost count of the times I've watched your race with Leone.
You did what any rider would've done.
It's time you forgave yourself.
FINAL GRAND PRIX OF THE MOTOGP SEASON
Get up there. See how it feels.
FREE PRACTICE FRIDAY
-How was it, Edu? How did it feel? -No, no...
The bike's controlling me. It opens when I turn,
-every time. -Well, take it easy.
I push hard, but it won't do what I say.
I can't control it.
I feel like I could fall any second. I don't know what to do.
We'll take a look.
Let's get to work.
Get on it.
Let's see if you feel a better connection with the bike.
You need to make faster times if you want to get into Q2.
You lose time on the turns.
You're gonna head out again.
Cheer up!
Get out there and ride. Dominate the track. Test the bike.
Feel what she feels.
What she can give you, and what she can't.
Study your rivals.
They're the best in the world.
Find the balance between your mind and your instinct, Edu.
Between the rage you feel
and everything I've taught you.
Put that rage to good use.
It's your fuel, it's your motor.
The biggest surprise of the day is the wild card Edu Serra.
Entering Sector 2, he's 0.3 seconds faster.
Edu Serra's so fast, he could qualify among the best riders in MotoGP.
Godano, what do you think about tomorrow's race?
Well, honestly?
My advice would be to bring all the medics to Turn 10,
because despite the name "The Rocket", he's not in the same league as his dad.
The only similarity is they both fail on the same turn.
Dickhead.
He's saying that because he's scared of you, you know that?
We need to open the handlebars, they're too closed off still.
-I need more control... -Edu, Edu.
The bike rides smooth as butter.
There's nothing you did wrong.
All the data was correct.
Your issue is up here.
I've already fallen twice there.
Master your mind and you'll make it.
Everyone has a "Turn 10" in their life.
Fuck it! Forget about it!
Ignore it.
You've done an amazing job, Edu.
I'm proud of you.
Question for Andrea. Great season, rookie of the year, are you satisfied?
Yes.
I achieved what I set out to do, I'm satisfied.
Another question for Andrea. Any other goals for this season?
Every rider dreams of getting on the podium.
I would've liked to have done it, but it wasn't my goal this year anyway.
Well, first of all, I'd like to...
I'd like to thank "The Angel" for giving me this chance.
And I would also thank my dad for...
because all the hard work and effort you've put working with me
has brought me all the way here.
My whole life, I've dreamt of this moment, to be honest.
Ever since I was four years old,
I dreamt of racing in MotoGP,
side by side with my idols...
So, if one thing is clear in my mind
is that I'm going to give it my all.
Bravo.
Bravo!
You'll see, there are little groups.
The Italians, the Spanish...
-I'm still on my own. -On standby.
-I'm nervous, of course. -Yeah?
But I'm excited.
-They already want your autograph. -What's up?
Edu Serra, new talent.
You'll get there.
This is a very special place. It's our home, our world.
This is Edu's side.
Engineers, mechanics. Gino, team manager, this is Luna.
-Hi. -Nice to meet you.
Roman, team coordinator.
Those are images of the track,
and those are their times and positions.
There he is.
In a minute, they'll be on the grid, and the race will begin.
Look at that kid!
Look at him go.
The rookie is taking the wild card spot left
by his ex-rival, as we remember, Gianni Baltelli.
Let's go, Robin.
Come on, come on.
Another overtake by Edu Serra! The kid did it again!
I'm sure people at home are thrilled watching the kid,
who had another rider before him, and overtook again!
The stranger who just arrived to the main category
and it's already eye-to-eye with his competitors.
Look out, they could crash...
Alex Marquez and Pecco Bagnaia have crashed!
Pecco Bagnaia is on the ground!
What a shame Bagnaia fell.
That's two positions gained for Serra.
Marc Marquez is ahead of him.
Marquez is on the ground! Marc Marquez just fell!
And he's out!
Looking back, he can see Marquez on the ground.
Edu Serra can almost smell the podium on his debut.
His teammate, Godano, is ahead of him.
He's overtaking.
Come on!
Shoulder to shoulder. They're parallel!
Come on, Edu, push.
No!
No.
I can't believe it!
Look at what Serra just did!
Ahead, Aleix Espargaré takes the win! Second, Rail Fernandez!
And who will be third?
Edu Serra!
By 10 thousandths!
You brought him good luck!
Let's go!
I told you!
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo, bravo.
-Congratulations. -Hello.
We want your boy for next season.
Oh, perfect.
-Congratulations. -Thanks. Bye.
You'll have to come to all my races now.
-You know that, right? -Oh really?
Am I your amulet?
Of course, you're my good-luck charm.
-Not bad for a rookie. -"Not bad"?
-No. -Oh, great, thank you.
Look, I've got two bikes out there.
Are you game?
Are you scared of me?
Go fuck yourself...
-Screw you... -Am I missing something?
Nothing worth mentioning.
Just you and me, no audience.
I'll be right back, Luna.
Time to teach the old man a lesson.
-Marc! Excuse me, man. -What's up?
-Nice to meet you. -The famous Edu Serra, "The Rocket."
-Yeah! -I've been following you. How are you?
Fine. Pramac gave me the wild card, so I'll see you on the track.
I saw it. But, hey, relax.
Yeah, I'll try.
-Do you mind taking a selfie? -Sure!
-I'll take it and send it on Insta. -Okay.
-I'm following you on there. -Really?
Wait.
-Cap off? -Of course.
I like it.
-Well then... -There we go.
-Good luck! -Thank you.
And don't push too hard.
-Baby steps, baby steps. - I'll try!
See ya!