The office at the top of Maranello tower. An Italian man in glasses enters the room, as his boss swivels around in his huge backed chair. SD: Forza Ferrari! LdM: Forza Ferrari! What was it you wanted, Stefano? SD: A few things. First, we've noticed Mike Coughlan hanging around the bins again. LdM: Give him one of our dossiers. SD: That nearly didn't work last time, Luca, are you sure...? LdM: If Williams are on the pace next year, the Place de la Concorde will find out about it. SD: OK, second, Rob is getting irritated by the team strategy. LdM: Tell him we can bring back Badoer if he's not happy. SD: Do we really want to hamper our second car that much? LdM: Quite frankly, Stefano, you need to hamper second cars more. Did you see that mess in Germany last year? It should not happen again. If I see that Brazilian fool ahead of Fernando again there will be trouble. SD: Of course, sir. They are interrupted by a small work-experience boy. SWEB: Mr di Montezemelo, Ron Dennis was on the phone for you. LdM: Did you take a message? SWEB: Of course, sir. LdM: What was the message? SWEB: I have no idea, sir. LdM: Tell him I'll return his correspondence forthwith. SWEB: Of course, sir. The boy leaves the room, almost colliding with a brash Yorkshireman holding a glass to the wall. LdM: Was there anything else, Stefano? SD: No, sir, everything is fine. LdM: One more thing. Win us the Belgian Grand Prix. SD: Yes, sir. LdM: With Alonso SD: Of course, sir.