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THE FINAL

2 TEAMS

NEW RULES

This is the final.

The last act of this competition

among the best bodyguards in the world, selected by me.

Yes, let's put it that way.

You and the Baboons will compete in the same path.

It'll be the same.

-There will be three rounds. -Yes.

At the end of each of these rounds,

I'll stop you and I'll give you your partial score.

-Right. -Okay?

We like it.

Watch out.

You'll find new dangers on the red carpet.

I'm warning you as well, Gialappi.

-New dangers? -New dangers.

I was expecting it.

It wouldn't make sense to have the same ones.

It's not an interview.

-Sorry. -But your mission is the same.

You have to escort the VIP to the limo.

She can't set her feet out of the carpet.

-Never out of the red carpet. -Okay, fine.

Let me remind you, no penalties will be given in the final.

-So the fastest team will win. -Okay. Perfect.

Tell me, Antonio.

Let me say something. I'm sorry for my last penalty.

I want to say that I won't be intent on acts of violence against the haters.

This does you credit.

I'm sorry. I got carried away.

-I'm a non-violent bodyguard. -It's true.

-I accept your apology. -Thank you.

-So, are you ready? -We are.

Red Carpet Survival...

Look at her leg.

Three, two, one, go!

-Great heels. -Come on, be fast.

FIRST ROUND

-Oh, my God. She is totally naked! -She's so gorgeous.

-We'll be on TV, Melissa. -Where, where?

No!

-Let's try walking sideways. Go. -No, please. I'm about to quit.

I'm about to quit.

Herbert is vacillating.

Guys, they're about to faint.

Wait, raise my dress.

-Oh, God. I can see everything from here. -Hard to get to the end.

She's not a bride.

Guys, watch out. There's something here.

PAINT THE CARPET

See, the red carpet has a missing piece. What can you do?

-We have to paint it. -Bravo.

-How long will it take? A year and a half? -Come on, come on!

-Come on, come on! -Come on.

-No, guys... -I can't lift it.

It's stuck.

-Bravo. Bravo! -Sorry!

-Guys? Hello? -Let's pour it down, right?

I've been saying it for 15 minutes, but you don't give a damn.

It's stuck.

Paint, morons.

WATCH OUT

Watch out, I've got a danger signal.

-The haters! -They're throwing stuff at us!

-A foot, not all of it. -Watch out for your feet.

Someone has to protect Melissa, though.

Stay still! Melissa, I want to win! Dang!

Protect the VIP with your bodies.

I'll hold her. I'll protect her.

Not on the shoes!

-You have to stop, though. -Come on, go on.

Oh, my! Melissa! Did you get a pedicure?

-Come on, you're there. -My shoes!

-You're nearly there, Melissa. Go. -Come on.

Ouch.

-No. No! Antonio, you promised! -What is he doing?

-No! -Bloody hell.

I'm a non-violent bodyguard.

I won't be intent on acts of violence against the haters.

Antonio!

Stop!

Antonio, no!

Animal right activists are outraged. I'll say no more.

-The shoes. -I just feel like swearing.

-Come on, you're there. -The shoes. Come on.

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

-The shoes... -Keep them!

What is he doing with those shoes?

Wait, I can't see much from here.

You'll come to terms with it.

Melissa, have you paid much for your dress?

-I'm afraid it's spoiled. -No.

THE WALL

I did this the last time.

-Go. -I'll go first. It's bad if you go.

Antonio, it could be fatal.

-Let me... -Here we go.

I have a question.

Shall I go in front or behind?

-To do what? -Guess.

-Why are you asking that? -Bravo!

-For the view. -Watch out for your feet. Careful!

-Better in front, though! -Much better in front.

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

Guys, shall I go in front or behind?

-Who the hell cares! -Don't bust our balls.

-When you're ready, we'll start. -Go!

-Let's go! -Go, we want you pumped.

-Melissa, you have to put your shoes on. -Stop.

-I'll help you put them on. -No, it's my turn! The shoes are mine.

-They're arguing. -The shoes are mine.

-Guys... -I'm the only one helping with the shoes.

Melissa is 50. She can put her shoes on herself.

-She's not 50! -Damn you!

This is great television.

This is pure servilism.

-You're welcome. -Branzinos, the clock is ticking.

Where are you putting your hands, Brenda?

In here.

-Wait. Wait, wait. -I can get out of the carpet, right?

Yeah, you can also get the fuck out.

Come on, come on.

-Cling to me, Melissa. Cling to me. -Why? And to what?

Ornano has never been as young as today.

This is the best game in the world.

The train? You couldn't wait.

Hurry up, you've almost finished your first round.

-Come on. -Yes...

-Oh, my God. What's in there? -Well done.

Come on, get in.

-Watch out for the haters! -Pieces of crap...

Hurry, though.

We can go on. Let's go, guys. Come on, come on.

-Punch him! -No more violence.

Get to the rope.

It marks the end of the first round.

Stop! Stop the clock.

-You've been very good. -The best.

FIRST ROUND COMPLETED

-I'm knackered. -You've finished your first round in...

six minutes and 34 seconds.

-Good. Come on. -Is it good or not?

We don't know. The other team will go next.

TOTAL TIME

-Branzinos, go and get some rest. -Yes.

It's time for the Baboons to start their first round, okay?

-Can you tell us who their VIP is? -No.

You can't have any info.

-What if I give you €15, Ale? -No can do.

See you later, Branzinos. Bye.

-Let's go get some rest. -Shall we all curl up on a big bed?

What?

Before talking to the next VIP, let me show you our amazing price.

-What is it? -It's the Golden Pigeon.

It's so nice it looks real.

Sorry, it could have been yours.

-What a shame! -Right?

They would have fought for the right to take it home.

-Great, let's go on. -Better.

Giulia should be in the tower.

-Giulia. -Hello.

What a princess. Are you ready?

I'm starting to get a bit worried. I haven't seen anything.

You'll worry later.

Giulia, keep calm.

Your team of bodyguards is fantastic.

-I'm in good hands. -Sure thing.

-I'll introduce them to you soon, okay? -Okay, thank you, Ale.

-You're so lucky. -Come on!

Gialappi, let's get back to the Baboons.

You are in the final too, Baboons.

Who knew?

I didn't, but if you say so.

I want to remark how important this challenge is,

so you have to keep on believing in yourselves.

-Come on, guys. -Come on, you can do it.

-We are the Baboons. Let's say it! -No, don't shout.

Baboons, I'm about to introduce your VIP to you!

VIP, come out.

Our Giulia De Lellis!

-Is it safe to come there? -Sure!

She's afraid she's going to be drenched in paint.

-You're so beautiful. -Thank you. So are you.

-Why are you faking it? -Come on.

Baboons, listen to me.

-This is the final. -The final.

You'll compete on the same path as your opponents.

-Those imbeciles. -Let's not be mean.

-That's a bad start. -No, they are imbeciles!

That's a bad start.

-Baboons, are you ready? -Yes.

-Do you know the way? -No.

They don't even know their names.

Red Carpet Survival...

Three, two, one, go!

-Go on! -Stay behind!

I wouldn't say that to them, though.

-Great. That's good. -I love her.

You're freaking me out.

-Giulia, keep calm and be beautiful. -Okay.

-Watch out. -What is it?

-There are some buckets. What shall we do? -So, Michela, what now?

-Just guess. -Shall we paint?

-Bravo. -That wasn't hard.

Can I ask you something? Do you fucking hate us?

-Yes, we do. -Oh, okay.

-I thought that was the case. -It's a legit question.

Michela, I wouldn't paint it all.

-No Pinturicchio, then? -No.

Baboons, watch out!

Protect the VIP from the haters.

-Great! -Bravo.

No! If you throw the brush, you guys can't paint anymore.

Just make the shape of feet, I don't need it all to walk on it.

One of you, please paint!

Why are you juggling?

You have to paint, morons!

No! Please!

-Shame. -Michela, the clock is ticking.

Well, I know.

Just make the shape of the feet. I don't need it all.

Why is there a question mark?

-Bravo. -I like Giulia's determination.

Here we go. She's started. Watch out, Giulia!

I beg of you, it's the final.

Francesco, you're not efficient. They're throwing balls at me.

It looks like he's playing tennis.

-Go on! -I saw one foot out!

-One foot out! -Already?

Let's stop the clock.

-What happened? -We think she's set one foot out.

-No! -Unfortunately, she did.

Let's go and check, guys.

It's important, because it is the final.

-I believe it was in. -I know. They are just jealous.

We are checking.

-No foul! -What the fuck! For real?

Let's resume the clock. Come on.

Some of us are nearly 40.

We just wanted to put some pressure.

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

Ms. De Lellis, everything is under control.

Sure thing.

Come on, you are in the final.

Oh, my God! There's a wall. What now?

You don't have to freak out every time.

-There is an insuperable obstacle. -Okay.

It's insuperable for you.

It's a low wall, guys.

Gabriele, climb over it. You're underage.

-What? Underage? -Come on, you're young. I agree.

-Climb over it! -I'll go.

-What is he doing? -Oh, my God!

-Go on. -Go on, Giulia.

-Can you make it? -Ms. De Lellis, let me grab you.

-Sure. -You can mate later.

Don't harass her, like you did Valeria Marini.

-You can't carry her! -Oh, we can't carry her.

What are you doing? You can't carry her!

Watch out. Don't set foot out of the red carpet.

-Wait. Watch out. -Give me your feet.

Watch out for her feet. Bravo.

-The most beloved feet on Instagram. -If you hold them, how can she come down?

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

-Perfect. -Guys, come on!

Francesco and Michela, hurry up. The clock is ticking. Come on.

-Michela, where are you? -Where the hell is Michela?

No! No!

-Bravo. -No!

-Bravo. -Bravo.

-A bit ventral and a bit Fosbury. -Don't make rude gestures. We can see you.

-Didn't you expect that? -No.

-Ms. De Lellis, is everything okay? -Yes, thank you.

-I love her. -Look at Michela.

-Sure, I know. -Gabriele, you love everybody.

Watch out, there are mice in here!

-No. not the mice, guys! Not the mice! -Don't worry.

-You're covered in sweat, honey. -Gabriele!

No French kissing during the competition!

No, guys. It's all under control.

So, Giulia, just use the red pieces.

Baboons, the clock is ticking. Come on! Hurry!

-Go on, Mrs. De Lellis. -Easy. It's easy.

Why is he calling her "Mrs.?" Wasn't she "Ms.?"

Go on, Ms. De Lellis. You're always gorgeous.

-Thank you, Gabri. -Gabriele, don't be clingy. Come on.

Alessia, we'll talk about that later.

We are total idiots if we can't get this door to open.

Bravo.

-Giraud is in great shape. Come on! -Help her.

-Won't you stand in front of me? -No, he doesn't give a shit.

-Watch out for the haters! Watch out! -Oh, my God!

Andrea Damante!

-Just go away. -Close the door!

Don't kick them.

-No, Michela! Get in! -Don't tease them.

Don't worry.

Get in!

-Wait! -Let him in!

-You are such morons. -Open the door! Open it!

Everything's fine. I've saved her.

Arienzo is with us. Are you stupid?

-Arienzo is with us! -You locked me out!

He's such an idiot. An idiot!

Get to the rope.

-Come on, come forward! -Stop!

FIRST ROUND COMPLETED

Let's stop the clock. This is the end of the first round.

I want to switch teams with Brenda Lodigiani.

He doesn't know his own team.

He locked Arienzo out.

We saw that. We did.

-Are you okay? -Yes, I'm relaxing.

-Alessia? -Sorry, I had a little breakdown.

I'm the boss, but still...

-Listen to me. -Yes.

Baboons, you've finished your first round in...

-In? -...seven minutes and two seconds!

-Yes! -Is it okay? Is it good?

More or less. Sort of.

It took the Branzinos 28 seconds less.

You have to catch up.

But there's some good news for them.

-Here we go. -What is it?

They are second in the standings.

-I mean, there are two teams. -Come on, don't be picky.

I'm about to resume the clock.

Baboons, in this second round...

-Yes? -...you'll go first.

To the great delight of Michela.

-Don't look so happy. -Well, I'm happy inside.

-Sure. Of course. -Red Carpet Survival...

Three, two, one, go!

-Go on! Hurry! -Someone has to watch my back.

-Go fuc-- -What? Why?

Go, go, go!

Watch out. There's an obstacle right ahead.

THE WHEELBARROW

Read the sign.

-We have to take our shoes off. -Shoes off.

-What's right there? -Flippers.

I'll put them on Ms. De Lellis.

-No, she doesn't have to wear them. -She can't wear them!

-Why doesn't he get anything? -He doesn't get fuck all!

It's terrible.

I mean, come on.

What shall we do?

Can you see something red?

-The wheelbarrow. -Why are you letting answer her?

-Shall I sit in the wheelbarrow? -Exactly.

-I'll put her in. -Go!

Come on, go!

-Are they aware the clock is ticking? -Go!

-Go! -Go!

I am not fit enough to do it.

-Don't let me fall. -I'll be in front.

-Don't let me fall. -Come on!

-You stepped on my flipper! -How can you be such an idiot?

What a mess. He lost one of his flippers.

-Let Michela and me go. -You're doing great.

-Don't let me fall. -What are you doing?

Guys, can you move out of the way?

-Michela, I'm getting upset. -Michela is doing everything.

I've never done anything in my whole life, and now you're making me work. Come on!

-Oh, my. A corner. -Help Michela push from behind.

Hurry up! Come on!

It's clear I've done something wrong and I must pay for it.

Now comes the more tiring part.

You should turn the wheelbarrow. I'd feel more safe.

-Wait. -Wait. Wait a second.

-What? -What is it?

Let's see how they push her uphill.

-Come. -Come on, the clock is ticking.

-No, guys. Watch out. No. -What's going on? She looks terrified.

-Her foot! -Her foot!

Francesco, you're just being annoying.

I'm getting annoyed even from here.

-Are you going uphill or what? -Come on, Miky!

-Giulia, come down. Come down. -Yes!

Bravo! Come on, get down. Get down.

-Shall I go first? -Hurry, follow the red carpet. Come on.

-This thing again? Please, no. -What is it?

THE BRIDGE

She was looking forward to that.

I won't say anything. You know what you have to do.

-Okay, go! -She's pushing him down.

Go!

Wow! He's done it by a whisker.

-Go. Go! -No.

Where is he crawling to?

Go, you useless thing! You worthless scumbag, go!

WATCH OUT

Watch out! Here come the haters!

Oh, my God. These assholes again.

Ms. De Lellis, I'll protect you!

Doesn't look like it!

Stop!

-Look what I have to do. -Come on, Michela. Face your fears.

-Giraud is ready to sacrifice her life. -Come on, Michela. You can do it.

Oh, my God. Peacocks are symbols of death.

-Bravo! -Bravo, Miky!

-Arienzo is totally useless. -You'll be damned!

Alessia, we have to talk about this team.

Michela aside, I'm speechless.

Can you please remove Arienzo?

Kill him!

The important thing is to keep your dignity.

You'll be damned!

Ms. De Lellis, look how great I am!

Bravo.

You forgot a piece.

Come on, Giulia. You can do it with me.

Giulia. Go, go!

Wait, Arienzo finally did something.

Put the pieces of carpet a bit far from each other, guys.

-She'll never make it this way. -Exactly.

-Oh, my God! -What is it?

You are sick. Michela, he is kind of sick.

Giulia, look at me. You were a contestant on Big Brother, you can do it.

-You're right. -Come on.

Gabriele, don't touch me. Gabriele!

She's going to slap Vagnato.

-I'm afraid of height. -She's afraid of heights!

Watch out for the haters, and protect your VIP.

-Gabriele! -Let me hold you!

I'm falling!

Oh, my God!

I can't believe this.

Let's stop the clock.

SECOND ROUND

No!

No.

Alessia, we have to eliminate one.

Let's kick him out of the game. Forever, I hope.

Fuck you.

Shall we replay this scene 25 times? It was fantastic.

-Perfect. Wonderful. -Gabriele, what's with you?

-Bravo. -I've stopped the clock.

-I'm so sorry, Giulia. -We would have never done that.

-Go away! -She hates him.

If you get near the client, I'll send you back to TikTok.

-What is this? Poo? -Yuck!

Baboons, please behave. Can you hear me? I'm pissed off.

Yes.

I think I have to eliminate one person from the red carpet.

And that person obviously is...

Gabriele Vagnato.

-Sure. -It's his fault.

I'm sorry, you have to go. You have to leave the red carpet.

I have to say a couple of words.

-No. -You can't say anything.

-Sorry-- -It's time for you to leave.

Gabriele, you are eliminated. Out!

-Come to the control room. -No, not here. Not here.

Baboons, please go on with the competition.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

-Stand close to me. -Three, two, one, go!

-Stand close to me. -Hurry up! Go.

Go! Go, go!

WATCH OUT

Watch out! The T-Rexes!

Go fuck yourself!

Go fuck yourselves!

You can't hit them! No!

Get to the rope. All of you.

What are you doing? Don't tease them.

Let's stop the clock!

SECOND ROUND COMPLETED

-What is she doing? -What's going on?

Stop the clock. You're crossing the fucking line.

Baboons, this round ends here.

Luckily.

-It took you... -No, don't tell us.

...nine minutes and 35 seconds.

Don't get that excited. Anyone else would've taken one minute and ten seconds.

-Okay? -Okay, come on. Let's say so.

Let me get back to the other team.

So, Branzinos!

Let me tell you something, before resuming the clock.

-Stop it, guys. -Sorry.

-Stop it! -Focus.

-I wanted to say that the other team... -Died.

-No, but nearly. -Getting warmer.

-Getting hot. -What happened?

I won't tell you their time, but they were good in the first round.

-So you have to put quite some effort. -Vamos!

-Red Carpet Survival... -I'm going in front.

-Three, two, one, go! -Go!

Cover your legs, for crying out loud.

-I can see it. -We have to breathe, you know?

-Meanwhile, Vagnato is here. -The moron is in the house.

Stay away from me... Don't you dare touch me.

-Sit down. -Thank you for the opportunity.

-Stand far from her. -Very far away. He's grounded.

Right.

Come on. Go. We are doing great.

-What is Antonio looking at? -Here, straight ahead.

-There's a wheelbarrow! -Oh, my God! What do we have to do?

-Does it remind you of something? -Of my grandpa.

This has nothing to do with that. We're not talking about your childhood.

My grandpa used it a lot.

-Let me cover her. She's a mom. -Don't bother. Leave it.

From mom to mom.

-We have kids at home. -Mother, my ass. Get off.

What's on the sign?

-No shoes. We have to wear these flippers. -Okay. The flippers.

-Bravo. -Shall I take my socks off?

I was Miss Sweet Feet back in 2015.

You were three years old, so...

Guys, remember to dive backwards from the boat.

-Sure. -Come on, the clock is ticking.

-Go, come on. -So, wait.

She can hold me from the front. The other two will push me from behind.

Why is it always the VIP who has to sort it out?

Come on, hurry up!

-Go! -Slow down!

Guys, do your best now!

I can't see what's happening.

But I can see plenty of other things.

-I can tell you if you wish. So... -You're stepping on my flipper--

-Melissa... -Why is Brenda in the front?

-Herbert, hurry up! -She looks like she's giving birth.

No!

-Melissa, breathe. -Guys, I'm doing all the work.

Breathe!

Push, Melissa!

She's not giving birth!

-It's coming out, come on! -I can see the head!

It's Ornano's head.

-They are morons. -Help!

-You have to turn. -Don't yell.

You're pressing on my flipper, you idiots!

-Are they the idiots? -Yes, whatever.

I'm going to flip!

-Come on! -What are you doing?

Oh, my God! No. Wait a second.

Watch out. You are losing Brenda. Brenda!

Where is her flipper?

-Come on, we have eliminated her. -We got rid of her.

Come on, Brenda! Go, go!

-We are here. -No, you're not.

-What? -There's one hill to overcome.

-No, not the hill. -Yes, the hill.

I got treated for hernia yesterday.

I can't play this game.

-You do it. -Come on, let's go.

Go, Herbert. You can do it.

-Come on, guys! -Come on!

-Slow down. -Don't stop, or you'll lose your lead.

Come on, it's a good start!

-Go, Herbert! -My flipper!

-Bravo! -Come on!

-Excellent! -Berlin, we're coming!

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

Great!

But you're not done yet.

Now we have Antonio's favorite bit.

-No... -Come on!

-Something nice. -You are assholes.

That's right. He's afraid of heights.

Guys, the VIP is waiting for you.

-It's getting late. -She's getting bored.

Have I ever told you I saved Toto Cutugno's life?

-Tell me about it. -Who the hell cares?

Something nice is coming up, Antonio.

If it's what I'm thinking, you're safe as houses.

-Antonio, you'll go first this time. -I'll go first.

How come such a big man is so terrified?

I mean, come on.

Come on, Antonio. Challenge your fears.

We have to remember he's afraid of heights.

Look at his face, please.

This is tough, huh.

It's time. The man up there is trying to banish his problem. Come on.

Come on, Antonio. You can do it.

-A total wreck. -Dead man walking.

Don't look down.

-I can't do it, guys. You go. -No!

-You'll have to do it eventually. -Wait.

No, we have to--

No. I have to wait.

-Bravo! -Bravo!

-Look. -Bravo! Come on!

-I'm coming to get them. -Bravo!

-I've already done everything! -They had a great idea.

Bravo.

-Ornano is doing nothing, though. -What do you mean?

The haters are coming.

-Piss off! Piece of shit! -Antonio.

Michael Jackson style, come on!

-Shall I go on? -Lay the red carpet down. Come on.

Bravo!

More!

Come on!

Stop! I'm going to puncture it!

It's not a football!

-I'll walk between you and Brenda. -Yes...

-Bravo, honey. -Such a nice dress.

Wait.

-You are an asshole! -Go on.

An asshole!

But what...

Like Marylin Monr-rhoids.

-No! Who is that? -More or less.

Come on, we're finally getting rid of Ornano!

I believe so.

-Go on. -Brenda, you're extremely slow.

-Go and get Antonio. -Come on, Antonio.

-A man and his beloved fence. -Bring the shoes.

-I want Brenda. -I got her shoes. Come on.

-Get the fuck out of my way. -I'm holding the...

"Get the fuck out of my way."

Get the fuck out of my way.

Herbert, go to the VIP!

You're wasting precious hours.

-We are wasting time! -You're wasting your lead.

-Come on! -Help me.

-Come on! -Like he is a toddler, please.

Hurry up. Come on!

Antonio, don't look down.

-We're finally alone, Melissa. -Herbert is shameless.

You're doing great.

-Bravo. -Go on.

-He made it! -Come on!

TASK ACCOMPLISHED

He made it!

Hurry up. Come on!

-Where is he? -No, Brenda! Think about the competition.

-Melissa is putting her shoes on. -I'll help you if you want.

Antonio, get up!

I deserve it!

-Bravo. -Come on, let's go.

WATCH OUT

Watch out, the T-Rexes!

They are friends of mine.

-Let's go. -The dinosaurs.

-My friends... -No, Antonio. You have promised us.

Go on.

Go on, run. Run, run!

-Go! -No!

-I'm scared. -Bravo!

-Here they are! -Stop!

SECOND ROUND COMPLETED

Let's stop the clock.

-Brenda! -No, she is too pumped.

Branzinos, the second round is over.

Are you curious about your time?

I'm very curious.

It took you ten minutes and ten seconds.

It's a lot.

Baboons are in the lead for now.

-Ornano, for crying out loud. -A minimal difference.

Can you get a grip?

You are behind.

-Not only in the game. -By...

By?

You're seven seconds behind.

-Okay, I was thinking-- -Very few seconds.

-Come on! -Come on. Only one round left.

-It's almost over. -Come on!

Please remember you have to escort your VIP to the limo.

And untouched.

Come on, we're pumped!

-Red Carpet Survival...Three, two, one! -Go!

Come on!

-You can't-- -Calm down, Antonio.

Herbert is ridiculous with that weapon there...

-It's useless. -Come on.

Give me your hand. Watch out for your feet.

-Don't let her out of the red carpet. -No, we got it. But--

Hurry, you're there.

Melissa, I'm not touching you on purpose.

Don't worry. I have 15 layers of tulle. I can't feel anything.

-It's time to run! -To the limo!

-Let go! -Let's run!

WATCH OUT

Watch out for the big pigeon!

THE BIG PIGEON

Watch out!

Come on, run!

Come on, run!

-Watch out! Your feet! -Come on!

Watch out!

-In your face! -Hurry!

-Come on, it's there! -You're almost there!

Here we are!

-Open it and throw her in! -Come on! Don't kill her!

Stop!

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

-Go, Melissa! -Let's stop the clock.

Stop shitting!

-Melissa, are you okay? -How are you? Can you show yourself?

I've put some hydrating mud on my skin.

-Sure. -I recommend it.

-It was included in the package. -Thank you.

-Congrats for it all. -"Congrats..."

Melissa, can you give me one of your shoes for my daughter?

-What? -Shoes again?

One shoe, please. I'll give it to my daughter.

-Antonio, don't rip her foot off! -Don't do that!

-You want the other one? -My number is 347--

-Stop it! You're 50! -Let Melissa go!

-Thank you, Melissa! -Bye!

-Enjoy your event! -Bye, guys.

Look at this heel.

-Sorry, I'm a bit... -...sticky.

What a shameful ending.

-Antonio! -Tell me, Alessia.

-But-- -It's Cinderella's shoe.

And the other one giving his number.

Shame on both of you!

-Those were lottery numbers. -Yeah, sure.

Let me reach the Baboons. They have one more round to go.

So we can finally find out

who had the best time and who is the winner.

Baboons, are you there?

-Here we are. -Here we are.

-Hello, Alessia Marcuzzi. -Fresh as daisies.

-It's almost over, Giulia. -Yes.

-We have to hurry. -Come on. Let's wrap this up.

You had to repeat it in your own words? Thank you for that.

-I'll gift you a dictionary. -Thank you.

-Shall we start? -They are so ready to go.

Three, two, one, go!

THIRD ROUND

-It's a useless gesture. -Bravo, Michela.

-Useless violence. -Very useless.

-Too much violence! -"Useless" for you.

-Hurry! -Giulia, stay on the red carpet.

-Watch my back, Francesco. -One of them is useless, as usual.

-Come on, this is the last bit. -Go, you've almost reached your target.

-Where is Michela? -I'm in front.

-And behind? -Watch my back, Francesco.

Don't worry.

Go. Hurry!

Don't worry. It's easier than guessing the capital of Portugal.

-Giulia, can you see the limo? -Yes, I can.

That's the target.

WATCH OUT

-Watch out! -Go! Hurry!

-Never mind that. -Don't stop!

The big pigeon!

The big pigeon strikes back!

Go fuc--

-Go, Giulia. Come on! -I feel like crying.

-You're almost there! -They've slowed down.

Come on, you're getting there!

Come on!

Come on!

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

Stop the clock!

How are you, Giulia?

You must be happy you came to us.

Everything should be okay for your event, right?

-You liked it here, right? -Very much.

Yes, she's ready for Sanremo.

-It stinks. -It smells quite bad.

-It's not too bad. -Drink some vodka, and you'll be fine.

Giulia, thank you for choosing my bodyguard agency.

I'd like to say it was good, Ale. But we'll have to talk about that.

I'm happy you've liked it.

I can see she's liked it a lot.

-No matter what, we've done quite well. -No matter what, we actually did.

-Thank you, Giulia! -Have fun tonight!

-Come back soon! -Yes!

-Thank you, Giulia. -Don't rip off her hand.

Bravo!

Great!

-Look how fake they're acting. -What a fake moment.

-We had Melissa Satta, you know? -We had Vagnato, unfortunately.

-Branzinos and Baboons. -It's a crucial moment. Quiet, please.

I'm not saying anything right now.

-Leave Satta's shoes alone! -Sorry, I was itchy.

I know the results already. I'm the boss.

There's a winner.

-That must be me. -No!

-A winning team. -Oh, I see.

-I see. -I'm the cleanest, by the way.

Bodyguards, I'm coming with the award.

Gabriele, come with me.

Guys, what an award.

And us?

Great, Alessia.

-What is it? A pigeon? No! -What grace.

A golden pigeon.

That's what we have been fighting for.

Oh, my God. Them again?

Some for you too. That seems right.

Poor thing. Come on, it isn't fair.

-Bodyguards of my heart! -Bravo, Alessia!

-You've been so good! -Thank you!

-I mean, not that good... -Let's say so.

-I have this incredible award with me. -Nice.

You all deserve it, but we have a winning team.

So, with a time of 17 minutes and 46 seconds...

the winners of this competition of Red Carpet Survival are...

-The team of... -Of?

-Of? -Of?

Branzinos!

TOTAL TIME

Come on!

THE WINNERS

We're the best!

How do you mean you crashed them?

-So many nice moments to remember. -How many? Two? Three?

-Mainly demanding moments. -But also joyful.

-What about Mother Nature? -That too.

-No bodyguard has been... -...harmed. Not that much, let's say.

With misty eyes, here comes the end of Red Carpet's first edition.

-We had fun. -Hopefully the audience will too.

Who is it?

Alessia!

What a finale!

-What's she doing? -Why us?

Give it to me. I like it.

-It's for his collection. -Let me keep it.

-Bye, everyone! -Bye!

-See you soon! -Very soon!

Bravo!

RED CARPET SURVIVAL