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- That is the day

I made the biggest
mistake of my life.

I was angry.

I felt betrayed.

And that's not a feeling
you can shake off.

No way.

But allow me to go
back to the beginning.

It all began exactly
the same way.

A car speeding down the highway.

- Move it!

Get outta my way.

- Hurry up!

Move it, dammit!

Hurry up!

- I'm maxed out.

I'm maxed out.
- Max?

- Yes, this
thing won't go any faster!

- I like that name.

- Oh, do you really
think that was the time

to talk about that?

asshole!

Just over a mile, baby.

- I can't make it another mile!

Shit! Ah!

- What shit?

Why did you say shit?

- From the
moment I was born,

I was addicted to speed.

But like, really addicted.
- Isn't she supposed to cry

or something?

- No, I felt amazing at
80 miles an hour, I felt high.

From that moment on,
speed became my thing.

Daddy, look.

I was never the cutest
or the sweetest,

and especially not the wisest,

but I was always the fastest.

When I'm going fast,

I feel like the only
person in the world.

I feel free.

- Max!
- I feel alive.

- You lunatic!

You okay, sweetie?

- My father
loved speed too.

One morning he up and left
with no real explanation.

He didn't even look in
the rear view mirror.

- That was the
first time in my life

I wasn't fast enough.

- And I swore
it would be the last.

- Yeah!
- Woo!

- Killed it!

Jealous.

Are you not having a good time?

Here, sweetie, look.

There are tons of
games over there.

Take this and go have
a little fun, okay?

Mwah.

Love you.
- You got lucky.

- Lucky? Get real.

- Come on, now.

- New player.

- Max?

We're done, let's go.

- Can I try this?

- No, no, I don't think so.

It's very dangerous, you know.

Those things go really fast.

Plus, look, those kids are
a lot older than you are.

- It's for kids
over seven, ma'am.

And our carts are
for boys and girls.

- See, I can do it.

- I'm not sure, honey.

- Please.
- Come on, ma'am.

- Please, please, please.
- Let her have a go.

- Please.

- So that's to go faster
and that's to break.

Never at the same time.

Got it?

All right, let's go.

Have fun.

- Where is she?

I don't see her.

- Er, uh, orange helmet, right?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

There she is. Right there.

- Wait, is she the one
overtaking everyone?

I mean, there's no way.

She, she's never-

- Driven?

Well, apparently
she's a natural.

It's incredible.

- Hey, look, Mom!

- She's going really fast.

- Yeah, that's quite
the understatement.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Crash. Crash.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Quick, quick over there.

- Someone go check on her-
- Max!

- Please.
- Parents, stay off the track.

- Oh, my gosh.
- You okay?

- Hey, hey.

Can you hear me?

- Of course
I could hear him.

- You okay?
- I was just in shock.

I had just taken a major
hit and I loved it.

But now I needed to up the dose

- And
here comes number 11.

It's Max Rolland,

who wins her first
race of the season.

- An
impressive performance.

Here comes Max.

- And
there you have it,

the fifth win of the
season for Max Rolland.

- Awesome!

There's even a smiley face.

Thank you!
- You like it?

- In racing, I have
discovered a new addiction.

- Go, Maxwell!
- Competition.

From then on, I wanted
to be the fastest,

the number one always.
- Yeah!

- And car 11
hasn't given anyone any chance.

It's in command to lead.

- Who is number 11?

- Max Rolland.

Oh, damn.

- What?

- It's a girl.

- And Max
Rolland is breaking records.

It's unbelievable.
- Woo, woo, ooh.

Whoa.

- And now I had a dream.

Yeah!

To be a Formula 1 driver.

- There was
even a school for it,

the Winfield Racing School.

So cool!
- Mwah!

- My mom managed to save
enough money for one year.

Just one year.
- Go.

- So I couldn't
afford to mess up.

- Congratulations.

Your exceptional performance

has earned you a
place in our school.

Here we will give you the
means to become even better,

to maximize your potential.

You must feel deep down

that you have something
the others don't,

something special.

This feeling inside,

this belief

it's bullshit.

Here you all have
something special,

so nobody is special.

Look at the racers around you.

No, really look at them.

Know that one of them is
going to take your place,

so you will have
to step over them.

Remember that only one driver

will have the chance to
drive an F3 next season,

the Winfield Racing
School champion.

Here are your cars,

the F4 Mygale Gen
2 Alpine engine.

They'll be an extension
of you this year,

so take care of them.

Saulnier, 21.

Muller, 26.

Duhil, 22.

Rolland, 25.

I want to see you go full
speed in the two straights

and take the best
angles on the turns.

That means keeping your
distance, no overtaking allowed.

This is not the time to
break out of the pack.

Don't be racing each other.

I want to see your
potential, but no overtaking.

Alright, ready,
set, go, go, go, go.

- 59.7, Saulner's
gonna have to wake up.

Woo, she's really going for it.

- How fast?
- 56.3 fastest lap.

Muller's just two-tenths behind.

- I gotta see this.

And her wheel's locked.

She's hitting the
brakes too late.

Muller overtakes her, of course.

- Cars 25 and 26,
calm down right now.

- No, no, leave them.

Let's see what happens.

- Is this guy for real?

Hey, get back behind me!

- Get lost!

- Shit!

- Look out!

I don't like repeating myself.

Nobody is above the
rules I set, okay?

Maybe I wasn't clear
enough this morning.

Humility and respect.

You got that?

- Yes. Mr. Meyer.
- Yes. Mr. Meyer.

- This isn't go-karts.

Going off track means damage.

The guys in the workshop

will be working all
night fixing this.

I hope you're proud.

Alright, five laps of
the circuit on foot

so you can get a
good feel for it.

Hmm?

- I swear, next time-

- You're the one
who overtook me.

- You were on the grass,
what was I supposed to do?

Learn to drive, woman.

- That was my spot.

You should have let
me get back in front.

- Over my dead body.

When you're number one, you
let no one overtake you.

Not even in training.

- Number one?

- Woo!

- Is that all you got?

How disappointing.

- Okay.

Zero to one, you.

- At least you acknowledge it.

- Yeah, just don't
get too used to it.

- All good?

You get a good
feel for the track?

- Yeah, thanks.

- I'll let you
make your own way back.

- All right.

You coming?

Okay.

Guess we'll settle
this on the track, huh?

- One season, 15 drivers,

seven races between
March and October,

one driver eliminated
each month.

In the end, the top
guy will be selected

to do their first F3 season.

Actually, what am I saying?

I mean the top girl.

- The next one to
beat is Will Muller.

- Good job, Will.

- I'm Will.

- The rest of you will have
to do better than that.

Come on, Max, hang in there.

And the winner is Max Rolland.

As you might have noticed, this
allows you to.

Max Rolland.

Good job.

The first double of the season.

- Keep it up.

- Ten...
- Don't lose your focus.

- Nine...

- Left.

Right.

- You're a moron.

No!

- Chill out, no need to
compete all the time.

You know how the
season's gonna play out.

- Yo, get off my back.

- That's the guy's stall.

- I know.

- And finally,
first place, Will Muller.

- Oh, come on,
you piece of junk!

Come on!

Ugh!

- And Will
takes the lead again,

with one last race to go.

- Good evening.

You came off the track
at turn 14, right?

Okay.

What's wrong?

- Oh, I don't know.

Tomorrow's the last
race of the season.

I'm in third place,
so I have to win

and Will has to not place,

except that he just
beat me in the simulator

by half a second.

All because I came off
the track last week

or I'd be in the lead.

- Well, you know
what I'm hearing?

That my daughter is
the third best driver

in the top school on the
eve of her final race.

That's incredible.

Seeing you go toe to toe

with all those guys
and never giving up,

you're killing it, Maxi.

- Don't call me that.

- Take a break and listen
to some music, okay,?

That'll do you good.

And forget about the
race for a moment.

You know the track like
the back of your hand.

- And
it's no surprise

that the two overall
leaders are equal positioned

for this final
race of the season.

Max Rolland and Will Muller.

There's no doubt that
they'll go toe to toe

until the very end, and
we can't wait to see it.

25 is off to an excellent start.

- Yeah, Maxi!

- And Max
Rolland takes the lead

of the first curve, followed
closely by Will Muller.

- Go Willie!

Make this little girl cry.

- Honey!

This long-awaited dual
is not disappointing.

Lap after lap, Will and Max
are keeping us on our toes.

This race is mirroring
their entire season,

and neither one is ready
to wave the white flag.

Rolland is slipstreaming
straight down the stands.

A very risky maneuver
there by Will Muller,

who's making an
attempt on the outside.

Max is just positioned
herself on the inside.

She hasn't given up.

Muller's in trouble.

- That's a penalty!

- Calm down, honey.
- This is an outrage!

It's a penalty.

She pushed him the hell out.

Do your goddamn job!

- In spite
of his damaged spoiler,

Will is still in the race.

He's clearly not going to
settle for third place,

which would mean winning
the championship.

He's back in second place
and coming up on Max Rolland.

Oh, they're on top
of one another.

No, in trying to
force his way past,

Will Muller has
taken himself out.

Come on! Come on!

Let's go!

- And that's it!

Max Rolland becomes the
first female champion

in the history of
Winfield Racing School.

Incredible!

- Hey, who's crying
now?

You go!

Woo-hoo!

- There you go, Max.

Good job. You did it!

Right?

So?

That was a great race.

- Where is he?

- Huh?
- Where's Will?

- Dammit!

- You see when your fo-

Max?

- Hey, you could have
killed me with your spoiler!

- You mean the one
you ripped off my car?

You stole my championship!
- Oh, right.

Your championship, huh?
- You bump me off the track

and come back and you
knock me out again.

- I left space for you,

and you came for me twice!

- No, I didn't!

- You did!

You should have
stayed in third place

and you would've won your
goddamn championship!

But you couldn't
stand me beating you.

You're an asshole.
- Maxi!

Oh,
well done, sweetie.

- Fuck!

- Come on.

- You rocked it.

I'm so proud of you.

Great job, Max.

- Bravo!
- Great job.

- Go, Max!

- Congrats everyone.

Truly, it's been an
outstanding season.

Now, please, give a warm
welcome to Mr. Alex Smith,

owner and director of
the Smith Minerva team,

who is going to announce
the name of the man or woman

who will be driving one of their
Formula 3 cars next season.

- Hello, everyone.

I don't want to take up
too much of your time.

The driver who will be joining
our team next year is...

William Muller!

- Yeah!

Yes!

- Congratulations young man.

I have no doubt
this would happen.

- It's amazing.
- You should always...

Yes, I knew it, I knew it.

Yes, come this way.
- Congrats. Good job.

- I want to introduce
you to my colleague.

Let's go.
- Good boy.

- This is the
end of the championship.

We look forward to seeing
you again next year.

- Your son is a star.

- Thank you.

- Aren't you
forgetting something?

- See what you can get
for it at the pawn shop.

- Listen, you finished
the season in first place.

No woman has ever achieved that

in the history of this school.

And you could still
get another offer.

And if not, you can
try again next year.

- Next year?

There's no next year for me.

My parents aren't millionaires.

- You know how many women
have made it to Formula 1?

- Five.
- Yeah, five.

And now one of them
finished a season.

It's not about your
talent, it's statistics.

Alex Smith is not the type
of guy to take any risk.

He'll bet on drivers he
thinks have a real shot

at making it in F1.

That's all.

- A real shot?

- What are you doing?

Max, no!

- Max!

Out of my way! Move!

Max!

Pauline, what are you doing?

- I'm going after my daughter.

- No, the cops are
already on their way.

No! Stop!

Stop! Pauline!

- When I am going fast,

I feel like the only
person in the world.

I feel free.

I feel alive.

- This can't be happening.

Max, why the hell
would you do this?

- When I'm going fast,

time stands still.

Nothing else matters.

- Come on, move, move!

Move.

- I can go
wherever I want.

- Move it!

- Hi, baby.

- You scared the hell out of me.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Shh.

Hm.

It's okay, sweetie.

Max...

Promise me you'll never get
into one of those cars again.

Okay?

- Huh?

- I promise.

- I love you.

- Me too.

- One year, five
months, three days,

seven hours and 20
milliseconds later,

here I was.

- Whoa.

Whoa, sorry, excuse me.

My bad.

I'm lost, you know
where Sector B is?

Is it here?

- The offices?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, no, they're on the
other side of the dock.

- Oh, shoot.

- Do you want a ride?

- Oh, yeah, for sure.

Thanks. You roll.

I'm so late.

You're the best.

You know, I can't be all
sweaty for my interview.

I'm Mel.

- And I'm Max.

- So what's your story?

- My story?

- Yeah, what's a chick
like you doing in a forklift

instead of chilling out

in like an accounting
department?

The cops are after
you, all right?

- Alright, bye.
See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

- Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

There you are.

- You okay?

- You scared me, I didn't
know where you were.

- Oh, well, I couldn't
have gotten far.

- What are
you looking for?

- I'm looking for your
grandma's salad bowl.

The one with the
little ducks on it.

Someone was selling one just
like it online for 50 bucks.

- You should wait for
me to do that sort of-

- I have to move a little.

You can't stay glued
to me forever, right?

- Mom...

- Ah.
- Mom!

- Oh. Ah.

Shit. Sorry, sweetie.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, take that, take that.

- Seriously.
- I'm okay.

Can you grab that one for me?

- Really now?

Here.
- Thanks.

- Look in there.

This one's heavy.

I met a really cool
girl at work today.

There's nothing in here.

- I know you never wanna
talk about these things,

but have you thought it over?

- What?
- Next year, Maxi.

I saw you hadn't
returned the forms.

You only have until
the end of the month.

It's a great training.
- What are you talking about?

You know what training means?

It means unpaid.

Unpaid.

- Well, I don't know.

I could take out a loan

with my-
- Loans are useless.

You gotta pay 'em back.

It's not magic.

Speaking of which, they've
sent me more reminders.

ARC firm, Cochard Esquire,

Pelland Court Bailiffs.
- Huh.

- You see?
- It's fine.

That's so old.

- Exactly,
it's been two years.

- Yeah, well...

We'll make it work.

There's always a solution.

- There is no solution.

I have to work.

God, you really don't have
your feet on the ground.

I swear.

- Yeah.

I can confirm that.

- You never take
anything seriously.

I can't take it.

- Oh, Maxi.

- Stop calling me Maxi.

I hate it.

And throw those trophies away.

They're just taking up space.

- Hey. Good day.

Hey, Mel.

So they hired you.

- You know, I got
that fluffed up resume.

Can I hop in?

- I gotta go to the depot.

The exit's on the other side.

- That's cool, I got
nothing going on.

Where is my celebration dinner?

At your place?

- Uh, sure, but, uh,
my mom will be there.

- Let's go. Mom's roll.

- She's disabled.

- She's disabled?
- Mm.

- I love disabled people.

- Yo, call me back.
The boat's dock.

I'm in trouble, man.

Hurry up!

- So what do we do?

- I'll call him back in five.

Worst case scenario,
we'll do it.

It'll be fine.

- Nah, man, no, no, no.

Last time the two of us
did it, it took ages.

I got a game in two hours.

No way, man.
- Huh?

- Wait, hang on.

Hey! Hey!

You're the girl from
the warehouse, nah?

The one who races
down the alleys?

How about a little overtime?

Have to move 80 cars to
the other side of the port.

- Yeah, but I only
drive the Fenwick's.

- Wait, you know
how to drive, no?

It's simple.

One hour, 100 bucks.

Two hours, 200.

Sound good?

Please say yes, or I'm screwed.

Okay, bro, we're
good, I found someone.

- Have her take a lap first.

I'm not risking it.

- What? For real.

- If she can get to the
end of Dock 3 and back

in less than a minute,
I'm in.

- Okay, if everyone's
in, I'm in.

Alright, you can start.

Hey, don't worry, he seems
tough, but he's a sweetheart.

Careful though, there
are tons of potholes.

But you can speed
up on the straights.

Alright.

Hey.

Can you hear me?

Hello?

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

- What the...

- Whoa, slow down, slow down.

Easy, easy, easy.

- And shortcut.

Where are you going?

Slow down, please.

Brake, brake, brake, please.

What are you doing?

There's a Fenwick!

There, okay, there, there,
Dock 3, straight ahead!

No, not straight ahead!

- Oh.

- Ooh, ooh, careful.

It's locked, it's locked.

- Relax.

There you go, Dock 3.

Come on.

- No,
no, no, no, stop!

Stop, please!

- That good?

That speed work for you?

- Hang on.

Can we take a little break?

Oh, I'm gonna be...

I can't hold it.

- So he threw up for real?

- I don't know, I saw him
hiding behind the container.

It was so hilarious.
- You're playing.

You're playing.

- Oh, yeah, don't tell my
mom about the cars, please.

- Okay, I got you.

- We're here.

- Great timing, girls.

It's just out of the oven.

- Oh, we could have done that.

You didn't have to, Mom.

- Oh, no, it's not every
day we have guests.

- Good evening.
- Hi.

We have monk fish with
lemon zest by Stouffer's.

- Don't you laugh.

- All we eat at
home is Greek food.

This is great.

- Aha. See?

Have a seat.

- You want some help, Mom?

- Nope, I'm all good.

- I'll grab your cushion.

- Okay.
- One sec.

Yep. See that?

I'm the kid now.

Okay, so a little cleavage
in the face, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it looks good.

- Huh? Huh?

- You can also have
your chair in the photo.

- You think so?

- You know you're
allowed to date guys

who aren't disabled, right?

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, of course.

- Sorry.
- Thanks.

Oh, I forgot, my Uncle
Ismael is single.

He was married to this crazy
lady for 20 years, so...

- Sweetheart, quit
cleaning up and join us.

Let me find a good...

Oh, here.
- Ooh, show me.

- He's no Brad
Pitt, don't get too excited.

Yeah, you know, I don't
run into Brad too often.

- Oh, he looks nice.

- Maxi, come look at your
future stepfather, sweetie.

Max?

- She good?

- She didn't tell you.

- Tell me what?

Okay, I was way off
with accounting.

You really drove an F1?

- No, I stopped before that.

- Were you any good?

- I was all right.

Well, I was top of my class.

- Oh, dang.

- Let's change the subject.

- So you're a star.

I had no idea.

Anyway, this is
pretty sexy, huh?

Let me see you in it.

- No, please, take that off.

I should've burned it.

- Okay, that's kind of intense.

- It's bad luck.

- Could've told me that sooner.

Seriously, what happened?

Why'd you quit?

- I really don't
wanna talk about it.

Come on, let's go dancing.

- Okay.

Oh.

Max, how do you
get this thing off?

- Samir
wants to see you.

- All right, I'm coming.

- A new shipment of vehicles
is arriving next week.

Keep Tuesday free.

- It was just a one time thing.

- Mm-mm, nah.

I'll let the warehouse know
that you'll be with us, okay?

Like today.

- What do you
mean, "like today"?

- Hang on, you'll see.

Take a look.

Ford Mustang Boss 302.

Apparently it
belonged to Bruce Lee.

The owner's been waiting
for it for months.

Okay.

So this guy's one
of our best clients.

He requested our best driver,

and I thought of you.

Go on, hit the engine.

You're gonna freak out.

Uh, what?
- Bad idea.

- Oh, okay, okay, maybe
there's no bonus this time,

but if you do a good job, the
owner can be very generous.

And I mean very, very generous.

Hmm?

Alright, I know this
is gonna be hard,

but please, not too fast.

Okay?

- Welcome.

He will be here shortly.

Ah, there.

- Woo-ooh-ooh.

Mamma mia!

She's finally here.

She's gorgeous, sir.

- Hello.

- That's mine!

- Miss, perhaps you would
care for some lemonade?

- Leave it in the garage.

Enguerrano will open it for you.

Enguerrano!

- What the...

- Enguerrano!

- Dammit, where...

- You like cars?

I only keep legendary rides.

The 7.90, 780
horsepower, 200 electric.

The Dino 246 GT.

Not the fastest, but
God is she a beauty.

The Chevrolet Camaro
'74, the original.

Sir, with the race of champions!

And my baby, my
beauty, my diamond,

the Shelby Cobra '65.

Have you seen "Bad Boys"?

Okay, she hasn't
seen "Bad Boys."

- And what's that?
- There's nothing there.

Oh, no, oh.

Wait.

That's my workshop

where I just do some
tinkering, you know?

- Just some tinkering?

Hmm.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Okay, so, uh, keys.

- The papers are in the car.

I hope you take better care
of this one than the others.

- Charlie?
- Can you drop me

at the station, please?

- Yeah, sure.

- I really need to get home.

- I hope you
don't have plans.

- Now!
- I prepared a night out

for us.
- Hey,

do you hear what I'm saying?
- It's gonna a blast.

I made reservations at Spazo.

You will love it.
- Mister!

- I know the owner.

We can play a few games.

Hey, you have a rematch
to win, by the way.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

We're going to try
out my new baby.

I didn't tell you about her?

She's a real killer, trust me.

What?

Oh, no!

You promised.

Oh, come on,
let's talk about it.

Come on, Charlie.

Come on, please.

Come on!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie?

You like it?

I have two.

I bought it for my
friend, who don't come by.

- Mm.
- He will call me back.

- No, thanks, I gotta head home.

- Shh, hey, it's not every day

you get the chance to
meet a real champion.

- It's not that, just
don't wanna miss my train.

- Come on, just one Grand Prix,

then I'll take you
back, personally.

Ha.
- Pay attention, please.

There we go.

Straight on.

Okay, 50 bucks a game.

- 200 more if I beat you.

- Oh.

I like you.

Take this one.

So, where to? Melbourne?

Imola? Spielberg?

Ladies' choice.

- I'm good.

- Okay, Monza.

And I'll let you start in front.

- Why would you let
me start in front?

- Uh, to give you
a fighting chance.

- Welcome to Monza
for the Italian Grand Prix.

- Okay.

- Here we go.

- Wow, you're
really going for it.

No.

Ah.

- Sorry.

- Damn, what's going on
with this stupid car?

- What's wrong?

- You'll see.

Wah-pah, inspiration!

- Shit, I
can't do anything.

- DRS power.

Oh, crap. Oh.

- My turn.

- This
can't be happening!

Who the hell are you?

- You
are the winner.

- Ah!
- Yeah!

- Dammit! Shit!

It's 'cause of
this stupid wheel.

Enguerrano!

Enguerrano!

It broke again!

- I took something,
my back was killing.

- Goodnight, Mom.

- Hey, Max.

I sent you a text.

I need you to help out
with an express delivery.

- So I'm a courier now.

- Yep. Get moving.

It's in an hour.

And grab your bike,
it's six miles away.

- Miss.

- Right on time.

- It's worth it.

You'll see.

- Woo-hoo!

God, I'm good.

Did you see that?

Not bad, huh/

Couldn't find an
F3, so I got an F1.

Max Rolland, mini
kart champion, 2018.

Two-time winner of the
Euro Series Junior.

And Winfield Racing
School champion.

Your time in the simulator

couldn't have just
been a matter of luck.

- Since you stalked me, you
know I don't drive anymore.

- Oh, you don't drive anymore?

She doesn't drive anymore.

Oh.

Until the day you do.

- Go on.

Just a few laps.

Oh.

Ready, princess?

Then go!

If you're not feeling
it, you can stop, okay?

- Okay, but
I'm warning you,

stopping isn't really my thing.

- Enguerrano, binoculars.

- Here you go, sir.

Watch out, sharp chicane ahead.

- I'll go straight
through it, right?

- Max, go easy, please.

It's the first lap.

- Oof. That's rough.

- Are you okay?

- She's sensitive, hey?

- First lap
is almost done.

Not too bad.

- Thanks. How encouraging.

- Time?

- 58.

- She can do better.

- 58. What
am I aiming for?

- I'm at 51.

If you make it under
52, it's party time.

- Hey, didn't I kick
your ass on the simulator?

- Hey, no,
the steering wheel

had a faulty connection.

- I'm about
to give your stopwatch

a faulty connection too.

Ready?

What time?
- Okay. 56.

Not great.

You can shift into
sixth gear, Max.

- Huh, you
shouldn't have said that.

- You'll see! You'll see!

54! Better!

That's better, Max.

Go for it! Push, push!

- Time?

- 52.3.

You nailed it, Max!

- It's not over yet.

- Go, go, go, go, go, go!

- Time up.

- 51.2.

You did it!

They'll stop treating
me like a loser.

You can stop after
the next lap, Max.

- Why, afraid
I'll beat your record?

- 49.8.

49.8!

I knew it! I knew it!

God, I'm good!

I'm so good!

Max.

Max.

Hey, Max!

We're here?

- Mm.

Thank you for today.

- My pleasure.

We're gonna go far together.

While you slept
I got great news.

- We're not going anywhere.

I don't drive anymore.

- Oh, they didn't
want me to drive F3.

The world is against me.

I'm the best driver
of my generation,
but I prefer to sulk.

It's cooler.

I'm being offered the
chance of a lifetime,

but I'm too good for that.

Be at my place tomorrow at
noon and I'll change your life.

This is your last chance.

Woo-hoo!

It's gonna be a good day!

- Can you tell
me where we're going?

- No!

Hold on tight!

- You're not afraid
of flying, are you?

- Yes.
- Fantastic.

- Now can I know
where we're going?

- To meet someone who
could change your life.

I saw you on the track.

You were made for this.

I know it, you know it,

and soon the whole
world will know it.

By the way...

Woo-hoo!

I want you to say it.

- What?

Stop it! What do you want?

- I wanna hear you say
you're a kick-ass driver.

- No way.

- Say it.
- Knock it off!

Oh, I'm gonna be sick.

Please, please.

Stop it!

- No.

- Whoa.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'm a kick-ass driver
and I was born for this.

I told my mom I'd stop,
but it's killing me.

I dream about being on
the track every night.

That's the only
place I feel alive.

Really alive!

Are you happy now?

- There you go.

Feels good to let it out, right?

Hey, look there.

We've arrived.

The Paul Ricard circuit
and golf course.

These days, it's
the place to be.

Here you'll find the creme
de la creme of French racing.

All that's missing is us.

- My lady.

Hello, everyone.

Hello, muchachos!

Hello, muchachas!

So, how is Team Alpinas?

Hey, George, you old rascal.

- No, I'm Mike.
- This is Max Rolland.

Remember the name.

So, how is?

How? How are you?

Hm?

- Is this your driver?

- Yes.

This is Max.

- Max?

Huh, strange name for a girl.

Is that your real name?

- It is.
- You're a girl though, right?

- Uh, well, yeah, why?

- I can't keep up nowadays.

Boys are girls, girls are boys.

- Okay, wait, I
don't understand.

- Yes, you do.

I think Max will be
a great candidate

to replace Giuseppe.

- What, we never talked-
- Yeah, no, we did.

- We don't race in
the women's series.

You know that.

- She's not just any girl.

She finished first at
Winfield, beating Muller.

She's a hell of a driver.

Hold on, look.

Check this out.

Here.

It's not the best footage.

You can't really tell,
but her time was insane.

- What time, sir?

- 49.8.

49.8!

I knew it! I knew it!

God, it's good.

I'm so good!

- Can I speak with you alone?

- Of course.

See you at the Garden Party.

Welcome to Castellet

for the 16th French
Racing Convention.

Please give a warm
round of applause

for our guest, Victor Martins.

Member of the Alpine
Academy, 2020 Euro champion,

and the 2022 Formula
3 world champion.

Please give him a big
round of applause.

- Beep, beep. Careful!

- Coming in hot.

Woo.

Hey, Max!

How is my Victor doing?

When are we going paddling?

Still got my number?

- What the...
- Remember, you're the best.

I've known him forever,

but since he's a world
champion.

Anyway, I'm looking
at another champion.

You'll be racing in F3.

- What?

- How about a hug?

- Do I not get a say?

Are you always this pushy?

- If I don't push
you, you won't do it.

Others would kill to
be in your position.

You've got a spot for the
last three races of the season

on a pretty good team with
a kick-ass head engineer.

Or you can go back
to Prestige Cargo

and work shifts for peanuts.

Up to you.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

- Max Rolland?

What are you doing here?

It's great to see you.

- You drive for Alpine?

- Yeah.

Well, I'm a test driver.

We'll see where it
goes, but it's cool.

It's a great team.

- I'm happy for you.

- And what about you?

What are you doing here?

Are you back in the game?

- No, no, nothing like that.

I'm here to support.

- Wait, you're Pablo's
girlfriend, right?

- Excuse me?

- This is Max, my...

She's a-
- An old friend.

Zero threat.

Don't worry.

- Let's go, my sister's
expecting us for dinner.

- Sure. See you.

- Is that your ex?

- No.

- Pity, He's cute.

- You know what?

- Definitely your ex.

- You're gonna get cramps.

- I'm fine.

Not too hot. Don't burn me.

She didn't send me the
picture of her uncle.

- Really?
- No.

- I don't think he's...

He's all right, really.

- Yeah.

- All clean.

- So you got in really
late last night.

You went straight to bed.

- Yeah, I took an extra shift.

I was beat.

- Who's the guy who drops
you off in his flashy car?

- Huh?

- Isn't he way too
old for you, huh?

I'm really not a fan.

- You're being ridiculous.

- Is he giving you that money?

- Are you serious right now?

What do you take me for?

He's a guy from work.

I've been doing deliveries
for him, that's all.

- Mm-hmm.

Look, I gotta go,
I'm gonna be late.

You'll be okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Deliveries.

- Yeah, he's
a bit over the top.

But he offered me the
chance to drive an F3 car.

- Girl, are you kidding?

That's awesome.

Hold up, so what the hell
are you still doing here?

- In case something happens.

- What do you mean?

- That I mess up like last time.

Or they change their mind,

it doesn't work out, or I suck.

I don't know.
- That's life, right?

You got this crazy
awesome opportunity.

You should be
training right now.

And worst case, you
find another job.

It's not like-
- But don't say anything

to my mom.

She can't know about this.

I don't want her to worry.

I can be back to square
one in a month, so...

- Stop playing the victim.

You're going to kill it.

They'll be fighting
over you next year.

You know it.

No, really, it's true.

- Max the Menace,
my diamond in the rough.

The papers are all good.

You've got your first F3 race.

We're going to Belgium.

We'll be eating
frites this weekend.

See you.

- I think I'm gonna need
an alibi this weekend.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah!
- Let's go!

That's so awesome!

- Trials begin at 3 pm.

Go talk to the engineers

and get a feel for the car.

The driver is king here.

Make yourself at home.

If you need to make adjustments,
now is the time, okay?

Everyone is here for you.

Welcome home.

I'll be back.

- So you're replacing Giuseppe.

You could have texted me back.

- What are you doing here?

- I should be asking
you that question.

Although I already
know the answer.

I'm warning you, I've
got a title to defend.

This is my competition,
my category, you know?

- And Alpine?.

- I just test drive for them.

I haven't given up F3.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

This isn't our first time
on the track together.

Besides, I have to get even.

- No need to attack, Max.

You're P7, that's perfect.

- But he's right in front!

- Who cares about
Will, hold your place.

- I can do it.
I've done it before.

- You're
not in F4 anymore.

- Stan,
something's bothering me.

- What?
- My helmet.

- Don't worry,
you're just tired.

- No, I'm fine.

- Focus.

And forget about Will!

Eyes on the prize.

Max, watch out!

No!

- And today's
winner is William Muller.

With only two races
left in the season,

Will is on track to take
home his second title.

Unbelievable!

- Hey there, can
I get a few words?

- There's nothing to say,
the winner's over there.

- Admit that he's still a
little less photogenic than you.

- Do you have any
real questions?

- I do.

- What do you say
to those who say

that a woman has no business
being on an F3 grid?

- Sorry? Say that again.

Why are you bothering me?
- Okay.

That's all for today.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Mm-hmm.

- You really gotta work
on your smile, please.

Your image matters.

I know you're disappointed,

but it's not that bad
for your first race.

You overtook five people,
then lost control of the car.

- The tires were shot.

- That's not true.

You were just
exhausted, admit it.

Your tires were fine.

Hello?
- She needed to stop, dammit.

- Yeah, I know.
- Yeah, you know.

- She was
keeping a good pace.

- I don't care.
- Right, of course.

- Fall in line,
- I understand.

- Command some respect!
- Sure. Okay.

- All good?

- Yeah, perfect.

Everything's perfect.

But you're gonna need
some serious training

if you want to keep your spot.

Are you down for that?

You'll give it your all?

- Okay.
- Okay?

- Okay!

- Alright.

Bad news, on average, women
have 30% less muscle mass.

You're gonna have to
train twice as much

as those who are already
training like crazy.

I know,

it's not fair.

But that's the way it is.

- How many
laps I need to do?

- 10 plus 30% is how much?

- I don't
know, I suck at math.

- And how
are your reflexes?

Okay, that suck.

- I made dinner for you.

- I'm gonna
be late tonight.

- Again?
- Yeah, I got an extra shift.

- We're gonna strengthen
that skinny neck of yours.

You're gonna build
your endurance.

- That company is working
you to the bone, huh?

- You're not leaving

until you get to
40 laps for today.

- I can do it.
- Don't.

- 29, and 30.

Now we add the 30%?

- No.
- Oh, yes.

Again.

Hit the brakes! Now!

Not quite.

Come on in, he's expecting you.

Oh, sorry.

Shit, shit. Okay.

Accelerator, speed, break.

It's all on the steering.

- You should have
stayed in fourth gear.

Reflex.

No.

That's a reflex.

Why are you braking so early?

- Here, check this out.

Reverse.

Oh, shit!

Oh.
- Yeah.

Let's work on that.

48, 49, 50, 51.

Yeah, this is awful.

- Okay, I'll go again.

- Time?

Hmm.

Reflex.

- Ah!

- Come on, Max. you can do it.

- Of course,
what do you expect?

- Just take snakes,
crocodiles and lizards.

Turtles are reptiles.

and
strolling around the yard.

And keep them in small cage,

but then remove to
move around the yard

and have space.

- Reflex.

Yes.

See what happens when
you put your mind to it.

- Let me keep
going. I got this.

- That's it, that's it!

That's it!

That's it, 20 straight
laps under 60 seconds!

Killing it!

- They're
perfect. Don't worry.

- Didn't we say 9 pm?

- It's fine, Max, it's 9:03.

- I really hate arriving first.

- Of course.

I thought you were
never going to reply.

- Well, I came to
tell you that, um,

I'm sorry for ghosting
you all this time,

but I didn't wanna see
anyone from school.

And that includes you.

- I get it.

But

I missed you, you know?

- What can I get you?

- Uh, I'll have what
she's having, please.

Wow, what a nice guy.

- Just fair warning.

You wanna talk about
the race, I'm out.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- What are you scared of?

- I'm not scared of anything.

- Hm.
- I don't want you using

what I tell you against me
on the track, that's all.

- Hmm.

So I'm still your
arch nemesis, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

Guess so.

- Sorry.

At any rate, I think
you did really well

for your first F3 race.

If you hadn't come
off the track,

you'd have placed in the
top three, I'm impressed.

- I said no talking
about the race.

- Okay.

It's a shame, because
when I saw you,

I said, "Finally I have
some real competition,

someone I can really
go toe to toe with."

But you have to finish your
races for that, I guess.

Hmm?

- Just answer your girlfriend.

- Thanks.
- Are you gonna eat anything?

- Excuse me?
- I don't know if you noticed,

but the sign says restaurant.

- Wow.
- What's his problem?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Let's get outta here.

- Don't worry, I'll get it.

- Hang on, I got a better idea.

Three...
- No.

- Two...
- Max, stop.

- One.

Go.
- Shit.

- Hey!

Hey!

- I think we're okay. He's gone.

Let's go, before he comes back.

- Max.

Wait.

Welcome to Portimao,

where the sun is out

to make it an incredible
weekend of racing.

Fans from all over the country

have made the trip
to south Portimao.

And after a season.

- Get in the car.

- Wait. One sec.

Hello?

- Hey, Max,
your mom's here.

- What?
- She's here.

She just got here with
the driving instructor.

I don't know, she wanted
to surprise you, I guess.

What do I do?

- Tell her, tell her I
left to make a delivery.

- Hey, Melanie.

- Nope, that won't work.

She's talking to
Samir right now.

- Oh, shit.

Uh, tell her I'm sick then.

- Then why aren't you at home?

- I don't know, you're the
one that's good at lying.

- I'm good at lying on my
resume, not covering for you.

Man, give me a break.

I don't know why you're
being so overprotective.

What are you afraid of?

- I don't know.

Look, just tell her

that I've gone to some
kind of training session

on the new Fenwick models.

That'll work. She'll buy that.

- Oh, you're killing me.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Huh?
- What training session?

- Nothing.
- Hello?

- Well, get moving, it's time.

- Okay, you got this,
you're the best.

I gotta go. Bye.

- Focus!

Because today you'll
blow 'em away.

- In third
place, with eight laps to go,

it's Max Rolland, who's like
a whole new racer today.

- An amazing
pass on the outside there.

You can see the
work she's put in.

She's much more aggressive.

- And it feels
like she's got a real shot

at taking down-

- Pow!
- The top two today.

- Come on, let's go, Max.

You're doing perfect.

Go on, push.

- And a new
lap record for Rolland

who's attacking
Richet on the inside.

She's holding off on the
brakes as much as possible.

- Richet
fell for that one

hook, line and sinker.

- And look at that.

Muller took that-
- Incredible.

- a little wide.
- Careful.

Your tires are
getting a little hot.

Just hang in there.

Take us to the podium.
- I'm in second.

I'm not gonna slow down.

- Your grips will be limited.

Please let your tires cool down.

We want to finish the race.

You're too close to him.

You're in the red.

Let up a little,
second place is great.

- It's okay, I
know what I'm doing.

- Max.
- I'll overtake him

and then I'll slow down.

- Max is
in Muller's tailpipe.

She's making an
attempt on the outside.

- It's
risky to overtake here.

Muller's definitely
gonna close the gap.

- And
Richet takes advantage.

Rolland falls back a place.

- Her lack of
experience is on display here.

She's losing time and
damaging her tires.

- Max, listen to me.

You're gonna burn your tires!

- It's fine!
Let me do this!

- Look,
she's attacking again.

She has no intention of
settling for third place.

- Watching her
race, it's a real shame

she arrived so
late in the season.

- Dammit, she's not listening!

- Oh, the
Thunder's slipping a bit

out of the turns.

- Max, listen to me.

You're gonna burn your tires!

- Her tires
are shot, it's been obvious

the past two laps.
- And there we go.

- She's losing
speed at a quick pace.

And look at the difference
in grip between the two cars.

- Yes, and
she's getting attacked

from every angle.

The home stretch is looking
extremely difficult for her.

- What a pity.

She was looking at a
spot on the podium,

but she pushed too hard
and lost everything.

- Stan, I can't
control it anymore.

- Shit, this can't be happening!

Dammit!
- Ah.

- She's
now in seventh place

and honestly, it's
tough to watch.

What I don't understand
is why nobody warned her.

- What were you thinking?

Why didn't you listen to me?

You could have
been on the podium.

We had it.

You have to start trusting me.

We're a team here.

- You abandoned me at the end.

You left me alone out there.

Is that teamwork to you?

- Yes, Dad.

Did you see? We
were close, right?

Yeah, I know, she
didn't listen to me.

It was better though.

At least we finished the race.

Yeah.

Dad, I...

Shit.

You didn't hear that.

- So I'm racing for your dad.

That's why he took me on?

As a little gift for his
baby boy, is that it?

- Well, when you put it
like that, it sounds...

But I...

Listen, Max, this
doesn't change anything.

Okay, I suck, I
should have told you.

From now on, we
share everything.

Max!

One last race and
we'll kick their asses.

- Ah.

- Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom,
Mom, Mom. What's going on?

I'm calling an ambulance.

- It's nothing.

- Did you slip?
- Ah!

- What happened?
What did you fall on?

Are you okay?

- I'm fine.
- Dammit, you're bleeding.

- Listen to me.
- You're bleeding!

- Listen to me. I'm fine.

- No, you're not.

I thought you were dead.

You think you can do
everything, but you can't.

You are disabled.

- I'm aware, thank you.

Ah.

- Let me help you.

- It's okay, I can manage.

- No, you can't manage.
- I can manage!

Get off me!

- All right, I will.

- Bit late
for a date, isn't it?

What are you doing here?

- I came to clear my head.

- Yeah, I do
that sometimes too.

We went through a lot here.

Not always the nicest memories.

- Yeah.

- I miss it though.

It's strange.

I really enjoyed our rivalry.

- Sometimes I feel like you're
the only one who gets me.

- Well, I don't
actually get you at all.

- Don't worry, I don't
always get myself either.

- Hm.

You know we can never
be together, right?

I'm going to demolish you in
the qualifiers this weekend

and you're gonna hate me.

And then it'll be the same for
the Grand Prix on Saturday.

It'd be like that all the time.

- You're a jerk.

You're a jerk,
'cause you're right.

Except I'll be the one
kicking your ass this weekend.

- Thank you all for
turning up in bigger numbers

and welcome to the
Provence Circuit

for the final race of
the Formula 3 season,

The qualifying sprints
begin in around an hour.

We have an incredible
show in store for you.

- Stan!

Stan, come here.

- What's up?

- I don't know,
but I can't hear you.

I think there's
a bad connection.

- Hang on, let me see.

One, two, one, two, testing.

Do you copy?
- No, it's cutting out.

- KD K2 for Stan, do you copy?

What is he doing here?

- Where's Stan?

- I'll be back, okay?

- Hmm.

Okay.

- Dad, what
are you doing here?

- Get her out of the
car and get Giuseppe in.

- You can't do that, Dad.

- What do you mean I can't.

This is my team, I can
do whatever I want.

- You can't replace
her right before the race.

What difference does
it make for you?

It's the end of the season.
- I have an image to maintain.

You told me she'd bring
us media exposure.

Well, you are right.

Everyone is talking
about us, mocking us.

We're the laughing
stock of the paddock.

Plus, she can't talk to the
press without insulting someone.

You promised me a better
driver than Giuseppe.

She isn't.

- Dad, listen to me.

It's 2024.

She's the only girl in the race.

Any result at all,
and she'll stand out.

That's good for us.

You've seen how cute she is.

Everyone looks at her.

Sport Auto wants
to interview her

and do a photo
shoot with the car.

That's great.
- A photo shoot.

What do you think
I'm running here?

A modeling agency?

- Dad, we both
know that no woman

will ever reach the
level of a male driver,

but we have to make
the world believe it.

This is exactly what the
team needs, a modern touch.

Look, let her do the
qualifying sprint.

If she doesn't finish
in the top three,

I promise you'll never
hear from me again.

- Not even for Christmas.

- We've never done Christmas.

- Sign me up.

Is this your driver?

- You know how many
women have made it to Formula 1?

Five, and not one of
them finished the season.

- When I saw
you, I said, "Finally

I have some real competition."

But you have to finish your
races for that, I guess

- Everyone
is mocking us.

We're the laughing
stock of the paddock.

- That's
why he took me on?

As a little gift for his
baby boy, is that it?

- No woman will
ever reach the level

of a male driver.

- What's going
on with car number 25?

- Max, what's going on.

What the hell are you doing?

Is there a problem with the car?

- She's blocking the straight.
- Go, Max.

- Surely she's
going to get a red flag

for this.
- Go, go.

Dammit! Max!
- This is incredible!

They're saying she's
refusing to go.

- Who is it?

- Just me.

- How did you get up here?

- Oh, I set off
yesterday afternoon.

I just got here.

- What time is it?

- It's 1 pm.

- I slept that long?

- Yeah, it's funny.

It reminds me of the day you
lost your first go-kart race.

You slept for 48 hours nonstop.

I was worried.

I thought you'd gotten mono
or something like that.

But, no, it was just a
case of bummed nucleolus.

That's when I
realized that,

that you were made for it,

for racing, for competition.

- Mom, I have to
tell you something.

Remember our promise?

- Mm-hmm.

- I broke it.

- Hmm?

- I drove a racing car

and I signed up for
the F3 championship.

I'm sorry.

- You think I'm an idiot?

Huh?

Your face, your eyes,
even the way you walk,

everything changed overnight.

Took me a while to realize it,

but the guy who drops
you off on the Ferrari

isn't exactly discreet.

- I'm sorry, Mom.

- No.

I should be the one
apologizing, sweetie,

for putting myself before you.

- Mom...

- It's just that I
was scared for you.

I don't want you
to end up like me.

But it's okay to
be scared, honey.

Being scared's a part of life.

However,

if I stop my baby from
following her dream,

I'd never forgive myself.

- Mom...

- I'm sorry, my love.

I'm so sorry.

I love you.

Isn't today the last
race of the season?

- You know everything.

I screwed up
everything like always.

I blocked the start at the
qualifying sprint yesterday.

- So you'll start in last
place, you've done it before.

- No, the team
manager replaced me.

They'll never let
me in the car again.

- Can't that old guy help you?

He seems to have influence.

- No, he can't.

- What? Why not?

Max.

- Anyway, it starts in an hour.

I won't make it, Mom.

- In an hour?

Then get moving.

Mel.

- Hello.

- What are you doing here?

- I didn't bring these
boxes up all by myself.

- We should gotta move on.

An hour's not a lot of time.

- Come on.

Hey, it's time to
exercise your demons.

Good thing you didn't burn it.

- But I'll be the one driving.

- Hm.

Not that way, the
Farmer's Market is today.

- Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Stan, pick up, dammit!

- About time.

I left you at least 20 messages.

I thought you dusted-
- Listen to me.

I'm coming to the track
and taking back my spot.

If Giuseppe's in my car,

I'm gonna tear the
whole place apart.

- What are you saying?
- One last race.

You at least owe me that.

- Sure, but hang on, I...

- Of course
it's blocked off.

- It's not blocked off.
- Mom!

- What are you doing?

No, no, no, no, no!
- Mom!

- Watch out for the cyclist.

- Excuse me, sir.

We're gonna die.
- Not today we're not.

Not today. Come on.

We're gonna race, sweetie.

- We'll see about that.
- She's crazy.

- You good?

- What?
- What?

- What are you doing?

Dude, it's not funny, dude.

- Oh, screw it.

- Hey,
let me out of here!

- Hello, William.

- Hello, how are you doing?

I brought everyone to
celebrate your victory.

- That's very kind of you.
- And before you join us

at LC...
- Hey, Will.

Look who's here.

Thank you very much.
I'll see you later.

- Careful.
I'm disabled.

- Excuse me.

- Move, move, move
it,.

- So, change of plans.

Max is going to drive 28.

- What are you talking about?

We don't have time.

- I chose the pedal so
she can reach the brake.

- Excuse me.
- Okay?

- Okay.
- Move it.

You know I'm using
up my last goodwill

with my father for this crap.

- I don't wanna hear about him.

Besides, you had
none left anyway.

- Okay.

- Go, Max. Kill 'em out there.

- Come on!

We have to be in
the pit lane in five

for the warm-up.

- The
race will begin

after this qualification sprint.

I think it's pretty clear how
the Grand Prix is going to go.

William Muller put
more than five seconds

between him and his
competitors yesterday.

He's hoping to finish
with one last victory

before joining the
Alpine team next year.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

- Thank you.
- Sorry.

- Who are you?
- The owner's daughter.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse us.

VIP's.
- Coming through.

Ooh.

- Ow. Careful.
- Oh, sorry.

- You
better tap your feet.

- Thank you.

Perfect. That's great.

- Okay, where is she?

- So the track is
hotter than normal.

You need to pay attention

to the condition of
your tires today.

Max?

Do you hear me, Max?

These comms are a piece of junk.

- No, they're
working just fine.

- Okay.

You just don't wanna talk to me?

- Yeah.
- Can I ask why?

- No.

- All the drivers
are lined up on the grid.

They'll be starting
in a few seconds.

For some, this may
be their last break.

For others it could be
their first victory.

Let's find out.

And they're off!

A good start for
all the drivers,

but especially for
Thunder number 28.

- Good start, but
don't be too hasty, okay?

- Feel free
not to talk, okay?

I've got this.
- After a seamless start,

the race is underway.

We're already seeing some action

from Giuseppe
Mattoni in number 28.

He's making a hell
of a comeback.

- They are
really giving it their all.

They're only a few
inches from each other.

And they've made contact.

- These guy's
must be crazy?

- Are you all right?

Max?
- Oh, are you worried

about me now?

I thought I was just good
enough for magazine covers.

- What?
- Incredible.

Car 28, driven by Matonni has
just gained another place.

- Is that
enough talent for you?

- A minor correction.

It seems that car number 28

is being driven by Max Rolland,

not Giuseppe Mattoni.

And she gains another place.

- I guess I can't hold
a candle to them either.

- It's not what you think, Max.

I-
- I'm just a pretty face, huh?

You made me think
I had potential

but you didn't give a shit.

It's just to make
yourself look good

in front of your father, right?

- I'm sorry you heard that.

I told him what he wanted
to hear, that's all.

Watch out for Yoko.

He always dominates the
middle of the track.

You can fake him out
from the outside and-

- Overtake him
on the inside, right?

Something like that.

- Max Rolland
overtakes another driver.

She's on fire!
- Max.

I said that to my father

because he'd never believe me

if I told him what
I really think.

- And what do
you really think?

Come on, tell me.

- Careful, they're
clashing up front.

Max?

Max, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine,
it was a close call.

- They are
right on each other today.

- Yellow flag, Slow down.

Looks like the safety
car's coming out.

Big crash.

- Man,
he's back in the game.

Incredible!

- What's going on?

- They have to stay
behind the safety car

while they're cleaning up,
but keeping their positions.

This will allow her to
get closer to the leaders.

- So?

What do you really think?

- That I've never met a
driver like you before.

So fast,

so intuitive.

That I think you
can go really far,

much further than I ever have.

That you're a kick-ass driver.

- Stan, there's just
one thing I need to know.

If I were a boy, would you
have helped me in the same way?

- No, of course not.

Because they would've
been all over you.

Sponsors, teams, everyone.

And you would've
never looked my way.

You've got to stop with
this "if I were a boy,"

that's just an excuse, right?

You want to be the best,
then prove you're the best,

erase any doubts.

Respect is earned on the track.

- Safety car is
finally returning to the stand.

And Will Muller,
in pole position,

is going to restart the match.
- Go for it.

Kick their butts, champ!

- And
there they go again.

Max Rolland is letting up.

Will Muller is still in the lead

with six laps to go,

but the gap with his
competitors hasn't widened.

- My rhythm's
off. Are the tires okay?

'Cause just so you know, I plan
on finishing the race today.

- You went too hard.

Hold back now and let
them fight it out.

- I hate being behind.

- Let him overtake

and give your tires
time to cool down.

- Are you crazy?

- Keep your distance.
Don't attack yet.

They'll run out of steam.

- But we're two
lap from the finish line.

- Trust me. Be patient for once.

- Ah, this is so stupid.

- Is Rolland
gonna be able to keep this up

until the end?

She seems to be slowing down.

She's overtaken by.

- Go on, that's perfect.

Stay out of it and go
easy on your tires, okay?

- Okay.

- I don't get it, she
should be attacking now.

She's gotta be pulling
some tricks, I know it.

- Will Muller
has lost a little speed,

and his competitors are
beginning to catch up.

- That's it, Will is drifting.

His tires are shot.

You can start to catch up.

Go on the offensive.

Be ready to go for
it when I say so.

- They're
nearing the end of the race.

- Whoa, what was that?

Is the engine okay?

- The engine's good.

- Are you sure?

- Look.

All good.
- That's it.

You're gaining two
tenths each lap.

Go for it.

Hold back on the brakes
and push all the way

coming out of the turns.

Give 'em hell.

- Looks like Max
Rolland is on the attack.

She's attempting
a very risky move.

And here she goes.

It's like nothing can stop her.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Go on, go, go, go.
- Come on.

- Yeah.
- Yes!

- That was real ballsy,
but you pulled it off.

- Stan, you're
being annoying.

- Oh. yeah, right.

- Where's Will at?

- Waiting for you.

You're gonna kick his ass.

- We are
witnessing a spectacular finish

from Max Rolland here,

goes from sixth to
third in just two bends.

- Careful,
Will, it's getting hairy.

Rolland is six-tenths away.

- I know,
I have rear views.

- What a
way to take back third.

And that's it, Max Rolland
is back on Muller's tail.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, my freaking God.

- Stan, I
need to focus here.

- Huh? Oh, sorry.

I'll shut up.

- Stan, Stan.

- Not now.

- Your father's here.

- It's over now.

Tell her to stop
on the next lap.

- What?

- But she's in second place.

- Giuseppe is the one
who should be driving.

She'll be disqualified.

We'll be fine.

Shut this down right now.

- Dad, let her finish the race.

- Stanislas, tell her
to stop immediately.

- No.

- Max Rolland is
two laps away from victory.

She's leaving them
all in the sun.

- Don't let up.

Keep him under pressure.

You're in a great position.

Brake a little.

Yes.

You've got it.

You've got it, Max!

- And
Rolland pulls it off.

Incredible.
- Yeah!

- You're killing it.
- That's it!

Max Rolland takes the lead
going into the final lap.

Phenomenal.

Hold on. What's going on here?

There's smoke coming
out of her car.

- It's getting
really hot all of a sudden.

I'm on fire.

- Damn right you're on fire.

You've got him.

You're gonna incinerate him!

- No, I mean the
car is actually on fire.

- What?
- Stan, Stan,

tell her to stop for God's sake.

What's happening?

- Max, this is
Clermont-Tonnerre.

Get to the box immediately.

Your oil pressure is dropping.

- There are
10 turns left to go.

- Stop right
now or I'll sue you.

- I better get
a good lawyer then.

- What is she saying?
- What's happening, Melanie?

- You talk to her! Jesus!

- He's right, Max,
it's too dangerous.

I'm sorry, to come back now.

Max?
- I can't see anything.

What's going on?

Melanie, lift me up.

Lift me up.

- It's not working!
- Max Rolland

doesn't seem to be stopping

despite her car being on fire.

She's risking everything
to finish the race.

- It's too hot,
I'm never gonna make it.

- Max Rolland
got back in first position.

- Yes!

- She's going
all in for the home stretch.

They're neck and neck.

Yes!
- I did it!

Whoa!

- Yes!
- Max Rolland

beats Will Muller in a
match that.

- Get the guys.

- What a race!

- Coming through.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- Oh, sweetheart.

You scared me.

- You're insane, Max.

You're so freaking crazy.

- Congratulations.

What a race! What a recruit!

- What did I tell you? Right?

You're a kick-ass driver!

Look!

Yeah!

- I think we should
keep an eye on her.

What's her name?

- Max.

Like a boy.

- This is for you!

- Let me through.

- Disqualified.

Dangerous driving, apparently.

It's a miracle that
the Federation didn't
ban me for life.

- Hey! Max!

- How are you?
- I'm good. You?

What's all this?

- I've made a big decision.

I'm finally striking
out on my own.

Can't live at my
father's until I'm 40.

- You are 40.

- Anyway, I'm getting an
apartment in the city.

It'll be way better.

Oh, yeah, my father is
taking back his collection,

my babies.

- So he's kicking you out.

And the apartment in
the city is your mom's.

- I missed you.

How are things with my father?

He's treating you well?

- Stan, I won't be racing
for your father next season.

- What?

- I joined the Alpine Academy.

- No way.

- I got a spot with
ART in Formula 2

and I'm gonna be
doing free trials

in Formula 1 at Castellet.

- What?

- And...

- Oh, no, Will got you pregnant.

- God, no.

I'm gonna need someone
with me in the stands.

Someone I can trust.

- Yeah.

- Know anyone who
might be interested.

- Hold on, are you asking
me to be your engineer?

- Yeah.

- Whoa, so I'll have to put
up with your shitty attitude

for another year?

- How about a hug?

And the rest is history.

Now we're here at the
Paul Ricard's circuit

where I'll be driving
Formula 1 for the first time

well, officially.

Can't wait.
- And cut.

Okay, great, that's the one.

- Got everything you need?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

- Awesome.

And congrats again
on your journey.

It's very inspiring.
- Thank you so much.

- Good job.

- Sorry, I
have just one last question.

How does it feel to be part
of the very exclusive club

of female F1 drivers?

- To be honest, I don't
think about it too much.

I mean, I'm proud, obviously,

but for me it's just a chance
to show my skills as a driver

and to prove that I'm
where I'm supposed to be.

That's all.

I learned that respect
is earned on the track.

On the track, there are no
women, no men, just drivers.

And being a driver
means just one thing.

Being the fastest.