Leaked script from scene for the new F1 movie. 1/3

Drivers room, F1 Paddock, Bahrain GP - DAY

Brad Pitt and Lando Norris are seated at a long table in the drivers room at the paddock, which looks out onto a spectacular view of the Bahrain International Circuit.

NORRIS: Brad, thanks so much for looking after Courtney. Le Mans, how impressive! How on earth did you get a seat there?

PITT: Lucky, I guess.

NORRIS: That's a wonderful racing suit. Let me guess, Valentino Couture?

PITT: Uh huh.

NORRIS (Reaching out to touch it): It looks so soft.

PITT (Catching Lando hand): Your compliment was sufficient Lando.

NORRIS is distracted by a question from the colleague on his left.

Max VERSTAPPEN enters. He is handsome, supremely confident and self satisfied; he sees himself as a leader among men.

VERSTAPPEN (to PITT): Hello, Idris. Nice suit. How the hell are you?

PITT: I've been great. And you? Their conversation fades down as we hear PITT's thoughts.

PITT (V.O.): Verstappen has mistaken me for this dickhead Damson Idris.

It seems logical because Damson also races for AXGP and in fact does the same exact thing I do and he also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses. Damson and I even go to the same barber, although I have a slightly better haircut.

During this voiceover the CAMERA WANDERS over to Damson IDRIS, who is conferring with a colleague in the opposite corner of the room. He bears a superficial resemblance to PITT.

VERSTAPPEN: How's the championship going, Damson?

PITT (nervous): It's...it's...all right.

VERSTAPPEN: Really? That's interesting.

He stares at PITT, smiling

VERSTAPPEN: Not great?

PITT: Oh well, you know.

VERSTAPPEN: And how's Cecilia? She's a great girl.

PITT: Oh yes. I'm very lucky.

>>211602797 (OP)
SAINZ and LECLERC enter.

SAINZ: Hey. VERSTAPPEN! Congratulations on the Japanese Grand Prix.

VERSTAPPEN: Thank you, Saint.

LECLERC: Listen, Max. Paddle?

VERSTAPPEN: Call me.

LECLERC: How about Friday?

VERSTAPPEN: No can do. Got a GT3 at eight-thirty at Le Mans. Great field.

There is a stunned silence as he walks away and sits in a corner of the room, ostentatiously studying papers.

CLOSE-UP on PITT's face, cold with hatred.

LECLERC (whispering): Jesus. Le Mans? On a Friday night? How'd he swing that?

SAINZ (whispering): I think he's lying.

PITT takes out his bag and pulls out a helmet.

LECLERC (suddenly enthused): What's that, a livery?

PITT: New helmet. What do you think?

SAINZ lifts it up and examines the lettering carefully.

SAINZ: Whoa. Very nice. Take a look.

He hands it to RUSSELL.

PITT: Picked it up from the factory yesterday.

RUSSELL: Good coloring.

PITT: That's bone. And the lettering is something called Silian Rail.

SAINZ (envious): Silian Rail?

RUSSELL: It is very cool, PITT. But that's nothing.

He pulls a helmet out of his bag and slaps it on the table.

RUSSELL: Look at this.

They all lean forward to inspect it.

LECLERC: That's really nice.

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>>211602819
PITT clenches his fists beneath the table, trying to control his anxiety.

RUSSELL: Eggshell with Romalian type. (Turning to PITT) What do you think?

PITT (barely able to breathe, his voice a croak): Nice.

LECLERC (holding the helmet up to the light): Jesus. This is really super. How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful?

PITT stares at his own helmet and then enviously at SAINZ's.

PITT (V.O.): I can't believe that Leclerc prefers Sainz's helmet to mine.

LECLERC: But wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet.

He holds up his own helmet.

LECLERC: Raised lettering, pale nimbus white...

PITT (choking with anxiety): Impressive. Very nice. Let's see Max Verstappen's helmet.

Verstappen pulls out a helmet from an inside a sports bag and holds it up for their inspection: "Max VERSTAPPEN, RED BULL RACING, #1."

PITT swallows, speechless. The sound in the room dies down and all we hear is a faint heartbeat as PITT stares at the magnificent helmet.

PITT (V.O.): Look at that subtle off-white coloring.

The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark...

His hand shaking, PITT lifts up the helmet and stares at it until it fills the screen. He lets it fall. The sound returns to normal.

NORRIS: Is something wrong? Brad...you're sweating.

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