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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

[Video opens. Lando stands in front of a workbench inside the McLaren garage. A helmet sits behind him, facing away from the camera.]

Lando (smiling at the camera):
«Alright, hey guys — welcome back to the garage. Today's a bit special. I've got this weekend's special helmet with me, which you've probably already seen on track in Fp1.. but someone hasn't looked at it properly yet—» (glances off-camera) «So I thought, let's make this into a little challenge.»

[He steps aside, gesturing with a dramatic sweep.]

Lando:
«Today, Milaine Vanboven — Miss five time Grand Slam Winner, Miss Olympic Gold— is going to try and figure out what every single little detail on this helmet means. And yes, there are Easter eggs. And yes, we're testing her intelligence.»

[Milaine walks into frame, arms crossed, wearing her McLaren pass and an unimpressed expression.]

Milaine:
«That's the lamest introduction I've ever heard.»

Lando (grinning):
«Say hi to the fans.»

Milaine (dryly):
«Hi Papaya fans. I've clearly been forced into this.»

[Cut to both of them standing next to the helmet now. Lando flips it around so the designs are visible. Milaine leans in, curious.]

Milaine:
«Okay. I've seen it on track yesterday, obviously. But this is the first time I see it up close.» (touches the side gently) «It's... actually beautiful.»

[She studies it silently for a few seconds. Then she points.]

Milaine:
«These numbers — 2004 and 2005 — that's when my dad won the World Championships.»

Lando (softly):
«Yeah.»

[She nods, not looking at him yet.]

Milaine:
«And this...» (runs her thumb over a tiny hand-drawn tractor in the back corner) «That's his farm. The little Massey Ferguson. He used to let me drive it. I was, like, seven.»

Lando (quiet):
«He talked about that tractor all the time.»

[She smiles, but there's a quiet flicker of something in her eyes. Lando watches her silently for a beat.]

Milaine:
[Pointing to the back panel.]
«And this here... is a lyric. Golden Slumbers. 'Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby.'»

Lando:
[Quietly.]
«That was his song.»

Milaine:
«He used to sing it to me when I was little.»

Lando: ( he looks at the camera)
«Yeah he used to do the same to me when i crashed»

[They both laugh, gently. Milaine shakes her head like she's trying to hold something back.]

Milaine:
«You must have crashed a lot.»

[Lando laughs under his breath, shaking his head.]

Lando:
«I'll pretend you didn't just insult my entire junior career on camera.»

Milaine (smirking):
«I'm just saying... must've been a lot of lullabies.»

[She turns the helmet again. Her fingers stop on a tiny green stitched emblem — a single tennis ball with a cracked white line next to it, almost unnoticeable.]

Milaine:
«That's me.»

Lando:
«You're part of him.»

Milaine:
«technically.»

[she chuckles an empty chuckle, her thumb presses gently over the helmet before Lando leans in slightly, pointing at a final, almost hidden inscription at the inner edge of the visor — etched in delicate cursive.]

Lando (softly):
«And... this. Look here.»

[Milaine tilts the helmet, eyes narrowing as she reads the small Dutch phrase. She swallows, her voice quieter than before.]

Milaine:
«'Altijd blijven duwen.'»

[A beat of silence. She glances at Lando, then back at the words.]

Milaine (translating):
«Always keep pushing.»

Lando:
«He said that to me before every race. Even in F2. Sometimes he'd just text it, like, right before quali. No context. Just that.»

Milaine (barely audible):
«He used to say it when I wanted to quit practice. Or when I lost in juniors. Always the same — 'Altijd blijven duwen, Milly.'»

[They fall quiet again. It lingers. And then Lando speaks, this time to the camera.]

Lando:
«That's the kind of guy he was. Still is, in a way. In the details.»

[Milaine was still holding the helmet in both hands now, her thumbs brushing over the paint like she's memorizing it by touch.]

Lando (gently teasing):
«So...? What do you think? Did I pass the Johan test?»

Milaine (still looking at the helmet):
«It's alright, I guess.»

[Lando turns to her, mock-offended.]

Lando:
«Alright?! That's it? I had a design meeting for this! »

Milaine (finally looks at him, deadpan):
«Eight and a half out of ten. Could've used some pink or some glitter.»

[Lando throws his head back with a laugh. She shrugs.]

Milaine (with a small smile now):
«No, seriously... it's perfect. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in a helmet.»

[They share a glance. It lingers, just a little too long. She looks down. He nods once, almost to himself.]

[She holds the helmet a little closer, and then—]

Milaine (softly):
«Happy birthday, Papa.»

[Lando watches her for a beat, then quietly adds:]

Lando:
«Happy birthday, Johan.»

[The camera holds on them — the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder, sunlight spilling into the garage, the helmet between them.]

[Cut to black.]
[White handwritten text fades in across the screen:]
Altijd blijven duwen.
— Johan Vanboven
Happy Birthday, Johan.

[McLaren logo fades in. Silence. Video ends.]