Giulietta. A word.

I don't want you doing the race again.

You get so upset.

Papà, per favore, I have a team now.

There's also the entry fee. Money is tight.

I'll work double shifts at the pescheria. Whatever you need.

I can't sell what I don't have.

What I need is more fish in my net.

LUCA: Um, excuse me?

We could help.

You know fish?

Oh, we? We know lots of fish.

-MASSIMO: Huh. -Can this face lose?

You want to work? I'll put you to work.

Oh, grazie, Papà.

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Don't you...

-No! Machiavelli! -

I'm so sorry about the cat.

I don't know what got into him.