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Baboons, reach your starting point on the red carpet.

-Let's go. -Your VIP is waiting there for you. Okay?

RED CARPET SURVIVAL

-Valeria, you trust me, don't you? -Absolutely.

You had better not.

Gialappi, I've assigned Valeria the best team.

-Sure. -The only one left. But...

Where are my bodyguards?

You had better lower your expectations.

Let's see if the Baboons are there.

Come on, guys. All together.

-I wouldn't want to be in Michela's shoes. -Do it, guys.

-I'm embarrassed, sorry. -We all are.

Have you decided who the team leader is? Is it you, Michela?

Of course, who else would it be?

-As long as it isn't me, I'm fine. -I'm pumped.

-You don't feel like doing shit. -No.

Can I say this is my lowest moment ever?

-That's not true. -I agree.

-The bottom of the barrel. -Guys!

This is my team. A mythomaniac and Arienzo.

An awful team.

Are you ready to meet your VIP?

-Yes. -Here we go.

VIP, come out!

-Oh, my God! -It will be a starry red carpet.

Full of starry kisses!

-I love you. -Oh, my God!

Valeria Marini!

I have been a great fan of hers, since that show with the boxes.

What boxes? She has never done it.

-Thank you. Let's go, guys. -I worship you.

-Don't cling too much to her. -Let's go.

-Here's Awed! -Did he stop at the car wash?

-I've brought a small... -Yuck!

-Not the socks! -These are for you.

No, come on. Please.

-Ornano is very keen on them. -Maestro, would you like...

-No, no, no. -No, please.

I've eaten already.

-Pier, would you... -Thank you.

Let's get back to the red carpet.

Baboons, can I have your attention?

You have to escort Valeria to the limo.

She has to get there untouched and intact.

Most of all, she can't set foot out of the red carpet.

And you have to be as quick as possible.

Don't step out of it.

-That applies to you. -Oh, okay.

It'll take them two hours with Valeria Marini.

So, Red Carpet Survival. Three, two, one, go!

-Head down! -Let's enjoy this day, guys!

-Nothing to enjoy. It's a competition. -It's a red carpet, huh.

WATCH OUT

Watch out, I've got the first danger signal.

Who are these people? Who are they?

Michela, they are the haters.

VIPs' sworn enemies.

-Gialappi, is that you? -No!

-Are you sure? -Yes!

Don't you worry.

-Michela, Valeria. -Hurry, come on.

You have to stand here.

-Not a problem. Not at all. -Bodyguards follow the stars.

-Like this. -Absolutely.

Go!

-No problem. -Valeria--

Dang, for crying...

You are such cowards!

-Ouch! -Don't step on her, though.

-Go on. -Go, go.

Go on, come on.

Go, Valeria. Go.

Oh, my God! I want to go back home.

This team is shameless.

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

Come on, Michela. You'll find a rest stop soon.

So, ma'am. Move sideways, as when you are in the Dolomites.

Like when you go to Cortina.

-Right. -Watch out for the dress.

Don't worry. The dress is a part of my body.

What does she mean, "part of her body?"

I had no doubts, Vale.

Come on, go.

WATCH OUT

Baboons, I got a danger signal.

Why should I go first? Shall I be the first to die?

-It's going to happen. Look at that. -They are dying.

It's dark!

-Oh, my God! -And now?

I can see you. I have infrared sight.

-Don't step on the mice. -Let's get out of here pronto!

Baboons, remember, she can't step out of the red carpet.

Come, I can see in the dark, like cats.

What?

Mrs. Marini, you're full of surprises.

Maybe she is used to dark rooms.

Yes, right. Bravo.

Oh, my God!

Why is she so afraid? Michela.

Michela is terrified.

-Guys, who is in here? -Who's this?

Is there a corpse? Was there a corpse when we were there?

I just wanted to say I'm shitting in my pants. Whatever.

-You're doing great. -Yes.

Mrs. Marini, I feel sick.

Guys, am I the star here or am I your babysitter?

No, please!

She is not afraid of anything. She is a Marine, Valeria "Marine."

No, she is a bit afraid of those three.

-No, the bodyguards are nice, but... -That at least.

-We are imbeciles. -Bravo, yes.

-Mrs. Marini, I have other qualities. -Of course. Sure.

-Come on, you're nearly there. -Of course we are.

I've told you. I can see in the dark.

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

-Bravo, Baboons! -Well, bravo, Valeria Marini.

-Hurry! -On the red. On the red!

-Hurry! -She's gone mad!

-She'll hit them and leave them there. -She's something else.

-She's escorting the bodyguards. -Bravo.

Without you, she'd have already reached the target.

Guys, it's not going well.

Let's stop the clock for a second.

Bravo, I've also stopped the clock.

Great.

Stars have no age.

Number one!

Great, Valeria! She is great!

-We can learn from her. -You have a "Marine" with you.

So far, she has done all by herself.

-The queen. -I know. I'm afraid, what shall I do?

Why scared? Follow me. Don't be afraid.

You are the bodyguards, not her.

-We are imbeciles. -Bravo!

Go! Three, two, one, let's resume the clock.

Guys, keep a starry attitude.

-Sure. -She's the perfect diva, Gialappi.

Goddamnit.

THE WALL COLLAPSE

Everything is okay!

She's using her fan as a shield. She is the best of all!

She's like a tank!

Valeria, I'm speechless!

She is unperturbed.

She is not afraid of anything!

Can I say I want to be like Valeria Marini when I grow up?

-Thank you. -You must study a lot.

WATCH OUT

Baboons, I've got a danger signal.

It's behind that door, okay?

Do we have to open it?

What kind of bodyguards are you? Go on, and open it.

You have to open it, not knock on it.

Well, we're being polite. Out of politeness.

Come on, you can do it.

Oh, my. Was it that difficult?

Yes, or else we wouldn't have managed.

Michela, behave.

Mrs. Marini. One, two, one, two. Come on.

-Watch out! -The haters!

Close the door, close the door. Close it!

Why are they hanging in there?

-They are useless. -Ditto.

THE RELAX ROOM

In this challenge, only the VIP goes on.

I think she'll make it.

Valeria, you have to be on the red carpet, but you can't make any noise.

Careful not to touch anything, or an alarm will go off.

Okay.

Stand there.

"Stand there."

-Keep the fan. -Come on, come on!

-I'll go underneath. -Like a Marine. Come on.

Like Catherine Zeta-Jones.

Please, be quiet.

-Can I help her? -No.

-Don't worry, I can do it. -Bravo.

-Bravo, go. Yes. -Yes.

No.

-Unfortunately, the diamonds stick... -But that's life for the shining stars.

I've never seen her in jeans.

Soon, all Italian people will be happy.

Antonio is picturing his own porn movie.

Antonio, no problem there.

Oh, my. Thank goodness we have Valeria Marini.

-Ballerina is playing dumb. -What a disgrace.

-Come on, Valeria. -Come on, you're nearly done.

She's been great, while the bodyguards are useless.

-Exactly. -She's been extraordinary.

More or less.

Task accomplished!

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

Task accomplished. Very good. Great. The bodyguards...

-They haven't done much there. -Extremely useful.

Give me some room, I'm hot. Give me room. Don't stand so close to me.

Don't stand so close to her, Gabriele.

-Now there is a very visible obstacle. -Here we go.

No! You've busted my ba--

THE GIANT BALL

How come Michela looks desperate and puts her hands on her face every time?

Michela, come on, you can do it. Come on.

-Come on, Michela. Come on! -So, Michela...

-Mrs. Marini, trust me, because-- -"Mrs. Marini?"

Call me Valery. I'll be your star.

-Valery. Sure. -Whatever.

-Do we have to be hit by the ball? -No!

No, there must be a strategy to use.

-When it comes back, we follow it. -Wait, wait, wait.

I believe it's possible to go underneath it.

Bravo!

-Bravo. -Arienzo looked dumb, but he actually--

I look like a salamander.

At the end of this episode, we'll give some penalties

-which could change the standings. -Of course.

-I can do this. -Shall I go?

-No, I can do it. -I'll go!

-Go, for fuck's sake! -Michela!

-Go, if you wish! -Michela!

Michela is losing it.

Go on, Mrs. Marini. Go underneath.

Once again, call me Valery. I'll be your star.

-All right, Mrs. Marini. -"Valery," or she'll get pissed.

Can we tell Francesco he can get up?

-Mrs. Marini, slow down. -Shut up!

Never be rude to our VIP.

-Okay, but she's asking for it. -Faster!

Yes...

-Down, down! -My head!

No!

-Knee out. -Down with your bottom.

-Go on. -Great, Valeria!

-Let's use the VAR. -Where are the other bodyguards?

One has probably gone home.

-You have to pass too. -I can't do it.

-Michela, I'll go. -Go, Gabriele, go.

Gabriele could even do it standing up.

-Bravo! -Yes, bravo.

-He's so fast. -Maybe too fast.

Not much of a bodyguard, but a great gecko.

-Right? -Let's check what Michela can do.

-Oh, well... -Go on, Michela.

-Where is she hiding? -The clock is ticking.

I'm afraid she will be hit in her face by the ball.

-Come on. -She can't just lay there, come on!

-Don't cry, Michela! -It will take 25 or 30 minutes.

-I can't do it, please. -Come on, go!

-Come on, Michela. -So far, so good.

Ouch.

-Go! -Like a Marine!

-Are you okay, Michela? -She hasn't been okay for a while.

-Go! -She has never been okay.

-Bravo, go! -She's made it. Come on.

-She's made it. -Bravo.

But one of Valeria's knee was out of the red carpet. Watch out.

Let's stop the clock. Listen, Baboons.

Apparently, one of her knees was out of the red carpet.

-But, I mean... -Let's check it out.

Maybe one of you must leave the game.

I can confirm it.

One of Valeria's knees was out of the red carpet.

-We've to eliminate one of the bodyguards. -How about all three?

-No! -You're spoilt for choice, then.

What is he doing?

-Gabriele. -For real?

-I mean, it's difficult. -You can do it, Alessia.

But I feel like saying...

that the person who has to leave the red carpet is...

Francesco Arienzo!

-Well... Unfortunately... -Our favorite one. Fra.

-So do you have to leave? -You have to leave the red carpet.

-If you are just asking me, I won't do it. -What?

-She's forcing you to do it, you know? -In that case, okay.

-What a shame, Francesco. -Please come to the control room.

-You've been great. -Thank you so much.

-He hasn't done anything. -No, he's been good.

What?

Let's continue our game, while waiting for Francesco here.

Wait, let me fix this.

-Is everything okay? Can we go on? -One wire is not working.

Valeria can even fix wires. I'm speechless.

-You shouldn't do everything yourself. -Wait.

-There are paid professionals. -Done.

Valeria can do everything.

-She can fix the sound. -She's MacGyver.

-Great! -Sorry. Here is your Baboon friend.

-Hi, Ale. -Here is Francesco.

-Hi, Ale. -Sit wherever you want.

-There is nowhere to sit. -They can bond better.

So, Baboons...

I know, it's hard, because there are just two of you left.

If I may say, it's one, I mean Valeria, with two burdens instead of three.

Oh, well.

Come on, focus.

Three, two, one, go!

-Mrs. Marini, please trust us. -Call me Valery, I'll be your star!

Call her Valery, or she'll keep on busting our balls.

-There's a slope. -Yes.

-It's easy from there. -That's what you say.

There's a piece of red carpet missing.

Bravo, Valeria.

-And so? -And so?

-Here we are! -What does this person want?

Who is this idiot?

-Who can this hater be? -It's Amadeus.

Why is he wearing that jacket? It's a TV host of...

-A quiz. Sanremo. -Quiz!

THE QUIZ

I believe number one is a trap. Let's get number three.

-Bravo. You're smart. -Why shouldn't the other two be traps?

Come on, Michela.

Oh, Jesus.

Let's see. "Arnaldo is married to Maria,

and they have two daughters, Armadia and Ursula.

-Armadia is married to Federico." -So far, so good.

They asked the same questions to kindergarten kids. They guessed it.

"But she's cheating on him with Bolton.

Ursula is single and vegan.

Who's the husband of Arnaldo's mother-in-law's daughter?

One small hint. Bolton has a bunion." Oh, okay.

That was useful.

-I would like to change question. -We can't.

-You can if you want. -It seems too difficult. Give it to me.

-Let's check the next one. -Then we'll decide which one to answer.

"Roberto is married to Maria, and they have two daughters--"

It's the same thing!

-What do you mean? -You're jackasses. Shame on you!

It's Roberto. It's not the same.

Let's read the hint. "Bolton has a bunion."

-Not the same. -You want to read the third one?

Stop. "Stefano is married to Maria, while Ursula is single and vegan--"

They're all the same.

But one's Stefano, the other one is Mario.

-Oh, my. -So, what's the answer to it?

They have two daughters. Who's the husband?

It's easier than you think.

I don't know how to solve these things.

I could spend a year and a half on this.

"If Arnaldo is married to--" I have ADHD. Go on.

They will never get it.

-They can't figure it out. -"If Arnaldo is married to Maria..."

Nothing changes, even if you recite it.

"Who is the husband of Stefano's mother-in-law's daughter?"

-Who is Stefano? -Wait.

-Who is Stefano? -Valeria?

Stefano is married to Maria.

Valeria.

Go back to the final questions, Valeria.

-"Bolton has a bunion." -This has nothing to do with it.

Who is the husband of Stefano's mother-in-law's daughter?

-Stefano's mother-in-law! -Stefano's... Who will it be?

-The husband of Stefano's mother-in-law... -It's Stefano!

Stefano!

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

- Alleluia ! -Bravo!

-Okay, but-- -You made it!

-No! -No French kissing!

You can take the piece of carpet.

Go, Miky!

-Are you also afraid of the red carpet? -I'm afraid of it all, afraid of living.

-So... -Go on, lay it down.

And I'm doing this show with Vagnato, which is like having my period.

Yes, guys. Sorry, but I had to say it.

-Go on, come on. -Come on.

You've wasted much time with this task. You have to catch up.

-Go on, Mrs. Marini. -Stop calling me like that.

Gabriele, call her Valery.

-Shall we stand closer? -No, calm down.

Calm down.

-Gabriele! -He's like a koala.

He's around my tits like a koala.

That's how Vagnato behaves, huh?

I'm turning into a man.

Sure. You're checking out her ass now.

Oh, my God, what is this?

THE BRIDGE

-No! -Have you done this?

It makes you shit in your pants.

This is torture! Why are they doing this to us?

I had no idea Michela was such a scaredy cat.

As you can see, the red carpet stops. Think!

So I think we have to jump,

catch all those and put them here.

Since you've shown you're so brave,

jumping is a great idea.

Come on, I did it.

-One of us has to do it. -Go on, Gabriele.

-Me? -Sure.

Bravo! Bravo, Michela!

-Wait. I'll try... -You have to grab it from there.

Go on the bridge.

-Mrs. Marini. -Go on the bridge.

-Help! -Go and get that piece. You can do it.

Come on, go!

-That's an order, you know? -I'm so scared.

-Mrs. Marini, keep calm. -Valery.

-Bravo! -Is he alive?

Let's hope he hurt himself.

Michela, try to grab them from there, without jumping.

Right, of course.

-Here we go. Bravo, Michela. -Come on, Michela. You can do it.

I think Michela is sort of numb.

Come on, focus.

Be brave.

What the heck...

-Great aim, Michela. -Michela, a bit more--

Why don't you try for the Olympics?

-Come on, please. I have other qualities. -Yes, sure.

WATCH OUT

Baboons, watch out! The haters are there.

Protect the VIP from the haters.

It actually feels nice and fresh.

You don't have to throw that to the hater!

I swear, I'll come down, and take care of you.

Listen to me

-He got them all. How did he do it? -Bravo!

What has Giraud done so far?

-Go, Miky! Come on! -Go on!

Come on, it's not over yet.

Well, that's it.

Michela, can you catch one, please?

-No. -Go on, Miky.

Watch out, Giraud is doing some tricks...

Come on, Valeria can do it.

Come on, Valeria. Come on, hurry up!

Why is nobody helping her?

To go on, you have to take some pieces from behind.

Michela, take the piece Gabriele is giving you.

-Nothing. -She's totally confused. She's depressed.

Watch out!

-No! -No!

No, come on!

-Come on, let her pass through. -Mrs. Marini.

-Come on, move! -I think she'll eventually hit them.

Bravo, Valeria!

I've shat in my pants.

Look at Michela.

Look at that. Look.

-I'm afraid of heights. It's a miracle. -What did she say?

-Yes, I'm afraid of heights. -Who the hell cares?

-Is she telling us now? -She's been so good.

Oh, my God. Peacocks are symbols of death.

THE PEACOCK

A symbol of death? Come on, Michela!

Well, I'm speechless.

-You freak me out. -No, no.

-She can't stand him. -Mrs. Marini, keep calm.

-Call her Valery. -I'm here for you.

You've spoilt my makeup. Pablo!

-Who's Pablo? -Who's Pablo?

My makeup artist.

-All the VIPs' makeup artist. -Okay.

Well, then...

Alessia, where are the teams?

-Gialappi, I've sent them away. -Why?

-Because there is-- -Why are you making these useless moves?

First of all, I'm the boss.

-You can't contradict me. -We forgot about that.

-So? -We have to talk to the first VIP

who will be in the final.

Look how sporty she is.

Is that Melissa? Melissa Satta?

Doesn't she live close to a gym?

Does she need to do squats in the castle?

Sure. Problem is, I'm wearing 5-inch heels on the grass.

-It makes it even worse. -Nice dress.

-I'm Cinderella. -Nice.

A soft-porn version, I'll say.

You'll make it, 'cause you're very sporty,

and you'll be escorted in the final by a team of bodyguards.

Mind you, you're very important.

We wanted to be set apart from shows which keep the best VIP for last.

We definitely succeeded.

-Never mind them. We're counting on you. -No.

-I'll do my best. I swear. -Bravo.

-Start with squats again. -Let's go to the red carpet. Bye!

I love you, because I was very scared to do what I did.

I'm afraid of heights.

I know, Mrs. Valeria.

"Mrs. Valeria!" Valery!

Marini is about to bite their heads off.

You're worse than the haters.

You're yanking me.

I see, Mrs. Valeria.

-If you didn't want to be in this show... -Don't say "Mrs. Valeria."

Valery!

WATCH OUT

Baboons, I've got a danger signal.

THE HATERS' ROOM

-Protect the VIP. -This is going to be hard.

-Come out. -I think it'll end badly.

Fuc--

-Head down, as we've learned. -Guys, watch out for my feet.

-Don't touch me. -I'll hold you, it's only one foot.

-Go on. Put it forward. -Okay, forward.

-Don't touch me. -She's going to hit them.

She hates him.

-Don't put your foot out. -Let it slide.

Great! Fabulous!

-Bravo! -Great, Valeria Marini!

Let it slide.

-She's skating. -How brilliant.

-Great! -Great, Valeria!

Let it slide!

Oh, my God.

Go, for fuck's sake!

Go! Great, Michela!

It's the first time Michela is doing something.

-Bravo. -Bravo.

Go!

Task accomplished.

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

Hurry, keep your pace.

Come on, you're nearly there.

You have to let the VIP in the limo.

I'll let myself in, thank you very much.

-For heaven's sake. -It's for the best.

THE BIG PIGEON

Run. There's one more obstacle.

-What is it? -It's above you.

No!

-No! -Here it is.

-Fuc-- -Go, go.

Come on, hurry! There's plenty more to come.

I hope it brings luck.

-Stop! That's it. -Give your shoes to me!

The greatest problem is the bodyguards.

Look, they are hitting each other.

I feel sick.

-Stop, Gabriele. -Give me your shoes, Mrs. Marini.

-She hates them. -Valeria wants to kill them.

I'm about to die.

-Let's go. -Come on, she has to get into the limo.

That's your target.

-Come on, let me pass through. -I'll do it. Problem is you'll get dirty.

-Come on. Close the door. -Let's close it.

I made it.

-So long. -Stop the time.

TARGET REACHED

Valeria, you've been stoic!

She looks lovely.

Can she get out, so we can see what she's turned into?

Starry kisses!

Look at Michela's face.

-You're blocking the sun, please. -Here we go.

-Yes. -And?

-Is it hair balm? -Sure, Valeria.

-Is it a balm? -I think so.

-I believe so. -If you want to try it every day...

-So, Baboons. -Yes.

I'll tell you your time.

-You've reached... -Yes?

-...your target... -Yes?

-…in… -In?

...36 minutes and 22 seconds!

-Great! -Is it good? I don't know.

-Well, sort of... -This is not your final score.

-We have to consider the penalties. -Sure.

They can confirm or change the standings.

Shall we say goodbye to Valeria, guys?

-Shall we? -Bye, Valeria!

Bye, Valeria!

-Can I give her a kiss? -No. Roll up the windows.

-Can I give her a kiss? -Bye!

-Run, Valeria! -Bye!

-Where is he going? -Where has he gone?

So let's do a recap of the scores with my bodyguards.

Okay, Gialappi? Let's check hoe they did.

-So, spit it out. -So...

-Branzinos, 35 minutes and ten seconds. -And that's their final score.

-Platypuses, 36 minutes and seven seconds. -That's right.

Baboons, 36 minutes and 22 seconds.

-These are the standings for now. -Okay, we are last.

-That's for now, but we have penalties. -Exactly.

Let me remind you that our penalties are worth ten seconds each.

-Everything could change. -Exactly.

The two best teams will play in the final.

-Gialappi, have you noted down everything? -Sure.

The Branzinos.

Let's start with a penalty...

Since they punched the T-Rexes,

which was fun, but you must never hit animals.

-Especially endangered species. -Sorry.

Here we go!

A second penalty

because they had their VIP walking part of the path without shoes.

-The final time is 35 mins and 30 seconds. -Okay.

-The Platypuses. -Yes.

Two penalties because you lost two bodyguards.

Two eliminated bodyguards are two penalties.

The third penalty is for the extreme mess in the relax room.

-Nothing made sense anymore. -And the alarm kept on ringing.

And a fourth penalty, because of the disrespect towards the VIP.

The socks in Malgioglio's face, honestly... Totally inappropriate.

So the time is now 36 minutes and 47 seconds.

-We still have the Baboons. -Exactly.

They have a penalty, because they lost a bodyguard.

And a second one, because the VIP walked part of the path without shoes.

So, that gets to 36 minutes and 42 seconds.

So the Platypuses are second, and they are in the final.

Branzinos and Baboons are in the final!

Look how happy Giraud is!

-She couldn't wait to be in the final. -At this point, the two teams that won

can go back to the red carpet for the final.

-Look how joyful. -Pure joy.

Alessia, do you want a friendship stamp?

-Here, bravo! -Enough!

-Bravo, Alessia! -No more friendship stamps!

-Stay here with me. -What an incredibly sad picture.

We have to meet the VIP who will take part in the final.

-Shall we talk to her now? -Yes, look who's there.

-Who is that, De Lellis? -Giulia De Lellis.

-Is De Lellis reading? -Is this a sci-fi program?

-Giulia! -Giulia!

Hi, guys!

She's had a sunstroke! That's why she is reading.

No I have to catch up a bit with my reading.

-I was waiting for you. -Hi, Giulia!

-So gorgeous. You look like a princess. -Thank you.

You'll be in the last part of our game, in the final.

You'll be one of the VIPs to be escorted by one of my teams.

-Weren't we supposed to have a big star? -And yet, here is De Lellis.

-Come on, it'll be a laugh. -That's for sure.

-Don't be bothered. They're getting old. -Have they aged badly?

-Get ready. You'll be on soon. -Okay, I'm ready.

Here they are, the Branzinos!

-Them again? -They'll be the first in this final!

-Yes! -We are so ready.

You and the Baboons will compete on the same path.

It'll be the same.

-Like a combined skiing competition. -Sure.

How are you, Branzinos?

-I'm a bit nervous. -I have heartburn.

-It's acetone. -But I'm not wearing nail polish.

Have you found a different strategy for the final?

Since my mathematical reasoning hasn't been appreciated so far,

this time I'm counting on my beauty.

-On? -My beauty.

-Yours? -Mine.

Maybe I'll marry the VIP and settle down.

Very likely.

-So, do you want to meet your VIP? -Yes!

We can't wait!

-For the final of Red Carpet? -Yes!

VIP, come out of the tower.

-No! -Melissa Satta!

Two are very happy, one is disappointed.

Look at Brenda's face, please.

-It's the best game in the world. -They won the lottery.

-Wow! -You're gorgeous.

-Brenda... -I have even shaved my legs.

Oh, no. Poor thing.

I thought, "Maybe they'll send a hunk."

Sure thing!

-Nice to see you. Do you remember me? -Sure!

Wow, you're so beautiful. How are you?

You look really yummy! Come to mama!

-Brenda, the bodyguards must behave. -Sorry, Alessia.

-Let's not show our true colors. -No.

So...

This is the final.

IN THE FINAL EPISODE

The last act...

Oh, my God!

-...of this competition... -Go on!

...among the best bodyguards in the world.

Stop!

You'll be damned!

-Oh, my God! There's a wall. -I can't do it. You guys go on.

-I quit! -No!

-I want to win! -Slow down!

-Okay, go! -No! Come on!

Come on!

No!

-No, Gabriele! -Oh, my God!

I can't believe it.

And the winner is...

RED CARPET SURVIVAL