# Ford v Ferrari

Ford v Ferrari is a 2019 drama film about an American car designer and a driver who battle corporate interference and the laws of physics to build a revolutionary race car for Ford in order to defeat Ferrari at the 1966 24 Hours of Le Mans.
    Directed by James Mangold. Written by Jez Butterworth, John-Henry Butterworth, and Jason Keller.

## Carroll Shelby

* [narration] There's a point at 7,000 RPM... where everything fades. The machine becomes weightless. Just disappears. And all that's left is a body moving through space and time. 7,000 RPM. That's where you meet it. You feel it coming. It creeps up on you, close in your ear. Asks you a question. The only question that matters. Who are you?
* We're lighter, we're faster, and if that don't work, we're nastier.
* [Shelby's speech at the Ford Mustang's debut event] Thank you. Well, if my daddy was here today, he'd tell me to sit on down and leave the yakking to the college boys so, like my cars, I'll make this fast. When I was 10 years old, Pops said to me, 'Son, it's a truly lucky man who knows what he wants to do in this world. 'Cause that man will never work a day in his life.' But there are a few, a precious few, and, hell, I don't know if they're lucky or not. But there are a few people who find something they have to do. Something obsesses 'em. Something that if they can't do it, it's gonna drive them clean out of their mind. I'm that guy. And I know one other man feels exactly the same. His name... His name is Henry Ford. And together, we're gonna build the fastest automobiles in the world. And we're gonna make history too, at Le Mans. My name is Carroll Shelby. I build race cars.
* [after seeing Enzo Ferrari arguing with his pit crew] I don't speak Italian, but he ain't happy.
* [Demanding with Leo Beebe while finding out the results of the Le Mans race] Where's the tie?! Where's the goddamn tie?!

## Ken Miles

* So, you think that Ford are going to let you build the car that you want, the way you want it? Ford. Motor. Company. Those guys. Have you ever been to Detroit? I mean, they have floors and floors of lawyers. And millions of marketing guys. And they're all gonna want to meet you; oh, they're gonna want to get their photo taken with the great Carroll Shelby. And they're all gonna kiss your ass, and they're gonna go back to their lovely offices, and then work out new ways to screw you. Why? Because they can't help it. Because they just want to please their boss who wants to please his boss who wants to please his boss. And they hate themselves for it. But deep down, who they hate even more are guys like you. Because you're not like them, because you don't think like them, because you're different.
* [after test-driving the GT40] This car wants to go faster, I can feel it.
* [test-driving the GT40 with the new engine "The Beast"] OHH! Giddy-up, giddy-up!
* [being surprisingly calm and consoling to Shelby after the results of the Le Mans race, which Miles is in 2nd place] You promised me the drive, not the win.

## Dialogue

    [Henry Ford II enters the assembly plant.]
    Henry Ford II: Shut it down, Mr. Beebe
    [Leo Beebe turns around and faces the head engineer.]
    Leo Beebe: John!
    [The head engineer nods and shuts down the assembly line.]
    Henry Ford II: Hear that? That's the sound of the Ford Motor Company out of business.
    [Henry II walks around the plant.]
    Henry Ford II: In 1899, my grandfather, Henry "By God" Ford, was walking home from Edison Illumination after working a double shift. He was ruminating. That morning, he had himself an idea that changed the world. Sixty-five years, and 47 million automobiles later, what shall be his legacy? Getting it in the tail pipe from a Chevy Impala!
    [Some of the workers chuckle.]
    Henry Ford II: Here's what I want you to do. Walk home.
    [The workers suddenly go silent.]
    Henry Ford II: While you're walking, I want you to ruminate. Man comes to my office with an idea, that man keeps his job. Rest of you, second-best losers... stay home. You don't belong at Ford.
    [During the Ford-Ferrari negotiations in Italy, Enzo Ferrari receives a message from Fiat. He begins to ask Lee Iacocca questions in Italian while Gary, Iacocca's translator, translates Ferrari's words in English.]
    Gary: 'Only one small question. It concerns my race program. If I wish to race Le Mans, and you do not wish for me to race Le Mans... do we or do we not go?'
    Lee Iacocca: Look, in that highly unlikely scenario... if, uh, we just can't agree... then, yes. I mean, no. You are correct. You do not go.
    [Ferrari's translator explains, but he stops her. He then displays his anger towards Iacocca.]
    Gary: 'My integrity as a constructor, as a man, as an Italian, is deeply insulted by your proposal.'
    [Ferrari gets up and puts on his jacket.]
    Gary: 'Go back to Michigan. Back to your big, ugly factory. Back to your big, ugly factory, making its ugly, little cars.'
    [Ferrari approaches Iacocca]
    Gary: 'Tell your pigheaded boss that all his, uh, smug executives are worthless sons of whores.'
    Enzo Ferrari: [in English] Tell him he's not Henry Ford. He's Henry Ford II.
    [Ferrari turns towards his associates]
    Enzo Ferrari: [in Italian] I'm starving. Let's go eat.
    Lee Iacocca: James Bond does not drive a Ford, sir.
    Henry Ford II: That's because he's a degenerate.
    [Henry II reads the newspaper headline of Fiat buying Ferrari before dropping the paper and picking up his glass to pour a drink.]
    Leo Beebe: He played us. Old Man Enzo had no intention of selling to us. He used us to up his price, embarrass our company and insult your leadership. It was a bad idea from the start.
    [Henry II approaches the executives that went to Italy]
    Henry Ford II: What exactly did he say?
    [Henry II takes a sip.]
    Lee Iacocca: He said Ford makes ugly little cars, and we make 'em... in an ugly factory. He said our executives are sons of whores.
    [Henry II approaches Iacocca]
    Henry Ford II: About me.
    Lee Iacocca: He called you fat, sir. Pigheaded.
    Henry Ford II: Go on.
    Lee Iacocca: He said you're not Henry Ford. You're Henry Ford II.
    [Henry II stares at Iacocca before walking back to his desk.]
    Henry Ford II: I want the best engineers. The best drivers. I don't care what it costs. We're gonna build a race car...
    [Henry II puts down his glass]
    Henry Ford II: And we're gonna bury that goddamn greasy wop 100 feet deep under the finish line at Le Mans. And I will be there to watch it.
    [Ken Miles and his son Peter attend the Ford Mustang launch event and see a Mustang on display.]
    Peter Miles: Whoa. Dad, look at that. Hah. The Ford Mustang. What do you think?
    [Ken looks around the Mustang.]
    Ken Miles: I think it's a secretary's car.
    Peter Miles: I like it.
    [Peter opens the passenger door to take a look at the interior. Leo Beebe notices this.]
    Leo Beebe: Oh. Excu... Excuse me. Would you, would you not do that?
    Peter Miles: Oh. Sorry.
    [Peter closes the door while Ken looks at Beebe.]
    Leo Beebe: Oh, er, is this, is this your son?
    Ken Miles: Yes, it is.
    Leo Beebe: Would you ask him to keep his hands off the paintwork?
    [Peter takes his hand off the roof.]
    Ken Miles: No, no, no, Peter, You're okay.
    [Ken looks at Beebe]
    Ken Miles: Who are you?
    Leo Beebe: Leo Beebe, Senior Executive Vice President, Ford Motor Company.
    Ken Miles: Ah.
    Leo Beebe: I'm responsible for the launch of the Mustang.
    Ken Miles: Ah! At least now we know who's responsible. Don't get me wrong, Lenny.
    Leo Beebe: Leo.
    Ken Miles: It looks fantastic. But inside, it's a lump of lard, dressed up to fool the public. My advice is, lose the inline-six and that idiotic three-speed, shorten the wheelbase, somehow lose half a ton, and lower the price.
    Peter Miles: Dad.
    Ken Miles: But even then, I'd still choose a Chevy Chevelle. And that's a fucking terrible car.
    Ken Miles: You're gonna build a car to beat Ferrari with... a Ford.
    Carroll Shelby: Correct.
    Ken Miles: And how long did they tell you that they need it? Two, three hundred years?
    Carroll Shelby: Ninety days.
    [Ken laughs hysterically]
    [Carroll Shelby enters Henry Ford II's office while a secretary hands Henry II a red folder.]]
    Carroll Shelby: Mr. Ford. Gentlemen.
    Henry Ford II: Shelby.
    [Henry II signals for Shelby to move to the couch near him.]
    Henry Ford II: Give me one reason why I don't fire everyone associated with this abomination starting with you.
    [Leo Beebe picks up the folder.]
    Carroll Shelby: Well, sir... I was thinking about that very question as I sat out there in your lovely waiting room.
    [Shelby sits down.]
    Carroll Shelby: As I was sitting there... I watched that little red folder right there go through four pairs of hands... before it got to you. 'Course that doesn't include the 22 or so other Ford employees who probably poked at it before it made its way up to the 19th floor. All due respect, sir, you can't win a race by committee. You need one man in charge. Now, the good news, as I see it, is that even with all the extra weight, we still manage to put old Mr. Ferrari exactly where we want him.
    Henry Ford II: Did we?
    Carroll Shelby: Oh, yes.
    Henry Ford II: Expand.
    Carroll Shelby: Well... sure, we hadn't... We haven't worked out how to corner yet. Or stay cool. Or stay on the ground. And a lot of stuff broke. In fact, the only thing that didn't break was the brakes. Hell, right now, we don't even know if our paint job will last the whole 24 hours.
    [Pause.]
    Carroll Shelby: But our last lap... we clocked 218 miles an hour down the Mulsanne Straight. Now, in all his years of racing... old Enzo ain't never seen anything move that fast. And now he knows, without a doubt, we're faster than he is. Even with the wrong driver... and all the committees. And that's what he's thinking about while he's sitting in Modena, Italy, right now. That man is scared to death... that this year, you actually might be smart enough to start trusting me. So, yeah. I say you got Ferrari exactly where you want him. You're welcome.
    [Henry II looks at Shelby. He then gets up and grabs the folder from Beebe before walking towards the office windows.]
    Henry Ford II: Come here.
    [Shelby approaches Henry II.]
    Henry Ford II: See that little building down there? In World War II, three out of five U.S. bombers rolled off that line. You think Roosevelt beat Hitler? Think again. This isn't the first time Ford Motor's gone to war in Europe. We know how to do more than push paper. And there is one man running this company. You report to him. You understand me?
    Carroll Shelby: Yes, sir.
    Henry Ford II: Go ahead, Carroll. Go to war.
    Carroll Shelby: Thank you, sir.
    Carroll Shelby: [about to take Ford on a drive in the GT40] You ready?
    Henry Ford II: The name on the middle of that steering wheel should tell you that I was born ready, Shelby. Hit it.
    Carroll Shelby: Attaboy.
    [Shelby proceeds to drive the GT40 fast, weaving around cones and other vehicles on the tarmac. At the end of the drive, Ford frantically pants then starts openly crying]
    Carroll Shelby: ...Mr. Ford...you okay? Mr. Ford, you alright?
    Henry Ford II: [through sobs] I had no idea...I had no idea. I wish my daddy...he were alive to see this...to feel this.
    Carroll Shelby: Now, this is not a machine just anybody can get in and easily control.
    Henry Ford II: [still gently sobbing] Absolutely not. I had no idea.
    Carroll Shelby: Now, you wanna win Le Mans, if you really wanna take first place, Ken Miles is the man to do it. [Ford finally calms down] Now he knows this car, because he helped me build it.
    Henry Ford II: Shelby, you know I've already appointed Leo Beebe Director of Racing.
    Carroll Shelby: Which is exactly why I'm talking to you. Now, you let Ken Miles race at Daytona. If he wins, he gets to drive Le Mans.
    Henry Ford II: And if he doesn't?
    Carroll Shelby: Ford Motor Company gets full ownership of Shelby American. Lock, stock, and brand...forever.
    [Phil Remington notices Carroll Shelby using a stopwatch, which he stole from the Ferrari pit.]
    Phil Remington: Nice stopwatch.
    [Shelby pulls out another one.]
    Carroll Shelby: Want one? They're Italian.

## Taglines

* They took the American dream for a ride.
* Based on the incredible true story.

## External links

* Ford v Ferrari quotes at the Internet Movie Database