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MAN: We saw you fall.

CHILDREN:
* Oh, come let us adore him

* Oh, come let us adore him

* Oh, come let us adore him

* Christ, the Lord

* Sing hallelujah

* All ye choirs of angels

* Sing all ye blissful ones
of heaven above

* Glory to God

* In the highest glory

Graeme!

Graeme!

BOY 1: Pathetic.

BOY 2: Scum!

MRS. OBREE:
It's happened again.

MR. OBREE:
Oh, I don't believe it,
not again.

This has got to stop.

Get him downstairs now,
I want to talk to him.

I understand you were
in a bit of bother again
today, young man.

You're still not prepared
to give me any names?

You're just gonna
have to learn to
stand up to them.

This should keep you
out of trouble.

This is your Christmas
from your Dad and me.

Maybe it'll make up for...
You know.

Merry Christmas, son.

Graeme!

Graeme!

Now I'm going
to get to you.

So, if you just take
the lift behind you up
to the third floor...

Thank you.

How's that for service?
Six minutes from
Dobbie's Loan.

Then it'll only be 12 minutes
before you're back
with the right one.

Hi, there.
How can I help you?

Hey!

Dispatch give you
the wrong parcel?

Okay, so what you do is,
you wait for her to go off
on her lunch,

then you nip back in,

get them to sign for it
before you hand it over,

then dispatch can sort out
their own mess.

I'm Malky McGovern.

Graeme Obree.

Yeah, I know who you are.
I'm a big cycling fan.

(PANTING)

Come on, Graeme!

Well done, Graeme!

Look, there's Daddy.

We just got here
a minute ago.

I'll put the kettle on.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Don't let him rip you off.

Make it 300,
you got a deal.

MAN: Look, son,
you've gone bust.

Maker your mind up,
it's either 200 or nothing.

Okay, 200 it is.

I'm sorry,
you're better off
going up the road.

Oh, not with this antique.

Aye, right.
What can I do for you?

Well, I need a new...

An old crank.

I don't think so,
but let's see.

Oh, aye.
Once upon a time, eh?

I'm afraid I don't
follow cycling.

I heard of him, though.

Boardman.
He's good, isn't he?

Aye, well, he was always
the man to beat.

And still is, the bugger.

Right.

These young boys,
full of bright ideas,

but they cannae
stand the pace.

You mind if I deliver
that one myself?

Haven't got time, son.
I've got a buyer
coming to the yard.

That's okay,
be there before you.

Are you trying
to be funny?

Tell you what,

you get there before me
you can keep the 200,

I get there before you,
I get the other
hundred I wanted.

This gentleman here
can hold the cash.

If you've no objection.

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

He's done.

Maybe not.

The little...

Oh, come on.

I'm fine.

That was mad.

It's been said before.

Well, it's gonna cost 300
to repair the van.

You could have
killed him, man!

It's all right.

I would have won anyway
if he hadn't have cheated.

You weren't perfect
yourself, son.

Anyway, have to
grab your chance.

And trust to the Lord.

When it comes to religion,
Karl Marx got it right.

I'll find a crank for you.
Drop by sometime next week.

We're in the flat
above the shop.

Mr...
Baxter. Douglas Baxter.

All right, Chris?

So, what are you
doing with this lot?

Putting food on the table
and paying the odd bill.

But you're famous.

You still hold the British
one-hour record.

But I gotta make a living
like everybody else.

Have a sandwich.

Cheers.

But all the same.

Oh, Jesus, what have
you got in this?

Is that marmalade?

Enough sugar to
keep you going all day.

Aye, but it tastes horrible.

Couple of these for breakfast,
I'm up the road in no time.

That's 30 miles away.

Thirty-two and a half.

And if you're
not gonna eat that,
I'll have it back.

What about
Chris Boardman, then?

He's going for
the world one-hour
later this year.

But then again, that record
hasn't stood for nine years
for nothing, has it?

You've been head to head
a few times with Boardman,
haven't you?

You think he can do it?

If anyone can do it,
God can.

Right, time's up.

Fair enough.

What's the problem?

On you go,
I'll catch you up.

Is something wrong?
I can fix it,
I'm good at that stuff.

No, there's no problem.
Just got an idea.

On you go!
You're wasting
a good head start.

What the hell have you done?

(PANTING)

Been out with Graeme, I see.
He's inside.

Do you want
fish and chips?

And a pickle.

This is Katie.

Hiya.

What do you think?

Yeah, definitely
got something.

Look at him.

Is that her bike?

Oh, no, she just borrows it
off her granny
at the weekends.

Where are we off to now?

You got that tube?

Yeah, yeah, got it.

See, I told you
it would be okay.

So, Katie's a biker, eh?

I suppose she's got tattoos
and all that stuff?

Bikers are into that kind
of thing, aren't they?

Then again, I suppose
she's got a Hells Angel
for a boyfriend.

Who's is it?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

I just dropped by and I was
wondering if you'd found
that new crank for me?

One second.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

And you dropped
a few bits and pieces
when you took off like that.

It's for a new bike
I'm building.

They were throwing
that out anyway.

It's really not stealing...
That'll have been
in the dump...

...just bits and pieces...
...in a few days and

we're in a hurry
because Graeme's...
...and rubbish

that they couldn't sell.
...got a new idea.

Who's this?

It's Malky.

Malky McGovern.

What new bike?

Why do skiers
crouch like this?

Better aerodynamics.

Exactly. So why not
for cycling, too?

I tried reversing
the handlebars

but after about 20 miles or so
I realized it's not enough.

Gotta go the whole way,
build a new bike.

Forget all the rules,
start from scratch.

But to what end?

Break the world
one-hour record.

Which stands at?

Fifty-one and a bit
kilometers.

It's thirty-two miles,
more or less.

Well, nobody can accuse you
of thinking small.

But hold it, hold it,
before we all get
carried away here.

Even if you could do it,
this kind of thing
takes lots of money.

First, there's the money
to build the bike.

Then you need to find
a world-standard velodrome

which we don't have around
here and pay for that.

Including all the time keepers
and all that...

Okay, you got the job.

What job?

Well, Anne used to be
my manager before,

but she's got enough
on her plate as it is.

You can take over.

Where do you plan
to build this bike?

Well, I hadn't got
that far yet but...

I do have a tendency
to hoard.

So, anything you can use,
go ahead.

This is fantastic.

A toast...

To a new world record.

To a new world record.
Eight weeks from now.

Oh, wait a minute.
What do you mean
eight weeks from now?

Your man Boardman's
going for it in nine weeks.

Well, then,
let's do it in eight.

(PANTING)

Morning.

How are you doing?

You tell me.

Aye, that's what I'm after.

I'll leave it
in the shed for you.

I didn't know
you were into hi-tech.

Make do and mend.
That's the Obree approach.

It must be a killer.
Going at that rate
for an hour.

Killer's not
the word for it.

Francesco Moser set
the record, it stood
for nine years.

Eddy Merckx held it
before Moser, said it burned
three years off his life.

Merckx swore he'd never
go through that kind of
torture again.

And he was
the greatest cyclist ever.

He won the Tour de France
five times.

Before him there was
Archambaud, Baldini and
Coppi and Anquetil.

MAN: ...falling behind at
seven hours, 29 and a half
minutes from the start...

Baldini.

Okay, fine.

The PR Manager's
running a bit late,
his secretary says,

so if you could just
wait a few minutes.

No problem.

Don't I know you
from somewhere?

No, I don't think so.

Yeah, I'm sure I've seen you.

Thanks.

Usual routine, darling.

Okay.
Cheers.

Malky, my man.
You here for a job?

No.

Oh, I remember now.
You were in here last week.

You're not running
a personal management company,

you're just a delivery boy.

No...

We'll just leave it.

Is it about Malky
taking over?

No, I'm delighted about
Malky taking over.

I know we need the money.
I know I've got to keep on
at the hospital.

Are you sure this is
the right thing to do?

Going for the record?

Sure, why not?

'Cause in spite of all
the hassles, things have been
quite good recently.

I don't want them spoiled.

It won't spoil anything.

I can handle it,
I promise.

How did you catch
the cycling bug?

Oh, same as any other
wee boy.

I got a bike for
Christmas one year.

There must be
more to it than that.

Did you go cycling
with your pals?

Better get on.

Hiya.

Katie.

Cappuccino.
Thank you.

Tea. Thank you.
Thank you.

So what are you dressed up
like that for?

Just walking the streets.

You raising sponsorship
for Graeme?

How's it going?

Well, how much
have you got so far?

To be honest,
wouldn't pay for
these coffees.

Go and see this guy.

Tell him that
Katie sent you.

Who is he?

A serial parking offender
who has seen the light.

You meet all sorts
in my job.

It might appeal to him.

Can't hurt to try.

That's great.

Thanks.

Listen, I was thinking

maybe we could go out
and get a drink sometime.

A drink?

Did you think I'd show you
my tattoos if you
bought me a drink?

How can I go out with a man
who shaves his legs
more than I do?

(GRAEME PANTING)

No, Graeme,
your bum does not
look big in those.

Well, that was
a sexist remark.

What are you
gonna do about it?

Lie down here on your back
and close your eyes.

How could I resist?

Now raise your legs.

Right. And pedal.

This better lead
to something memorable.

Now, you see how close
they are together...

No, no,
bring them back.

There you go.
Keep going, yeah.

Now, check that.

The natural, comfortable way
is one banana wide.

So why are pedals
made two bananas apart?

That's why you got me
down here on the floor?

To give me a lecture
about pedals and bananas?

Why, what else
could we do down here?

Graeme?

Are you all right?

Yep.

Just got a design problem.
Just trying to figure it out.

Oh, aye.

Seems like
Dark Night of the Soul to me.

Everyone gets
a bit down sometimes.

Oh, aye, sure.

Listen...

I've got some work
next week and I need
a cog-and-wheels type.

Fancy giving me
a hand next Saturday?

Aye.

Good.

So you see, Mr. Armstrong,
cycling is
universally popular.

Well, not so much
in the UK, of course.

Why would you want
to sponsor Graeme?

Well, because
he's pretty special, really.

I mean, for a Scotsman,
that is.

And, cycling could be
a lot more popular
if he wins...

That's about it, really.

Francesco Moser, eh?

What a man.

What a cyclist.

I mean,
that one-hour record...

Pure brilliance.

You've gotta take
your hat off to him.

But to think of that record
being held by a Scotsman.

Eh? By God,
what a thrill that would be!

I'd offer you
a drink, but...

I must get off.

Club outing tonight.

I'm going out to
the Trossachs and back.

That sweet highland air.

Rapid Employment will be
proud to assist such
a splendid initiative.

How much have you
raised already?

It's going a bit slower
than I'd hoped.

Nothing, then.

Yeah.
Excellent.

Rapid Employment will get
all the publicity.

Great.

Come by tomorrow,
same time.

We'll talk figures.

Great.

Thanks.

Yes!

Oh, you beauty.

(CLATTERING)

Graeme.

What is it exactly
you're doing?

How does a washing machine
spin at 1200
revolutions a minute?

Bearings.
Beautiful bearings,
in their own casing.

What does your wife say?

She was all right about it.

Well, you're a lucky man.

You were never married?

Aye, she died.

I'm sorry.

A long time ago.

So, this sponsorship deal
that Malky's landed,

it is enough?

Just. It'll get us to Norway

well before Chris
makes his attempt on
the record at Bordeaux.

And we've got the stadium
and the timekeepers
for 24 hours.

And now we've got
the machine.

Okay...

Let's hear it for...

(ALL CHEERING)

Now, most of the tubing
is actually from
the BMX bikes.

And these rear ends are
part of an old padlock.

And my washing machine.

Well, the bearings
are in here.

But this bit's part
of the washing machine frame.

Gives it extra strength.

So, you gonna get on it?

And off we go.

So what do you think?

Well, you're right.

Nobody's ever seen
anything like that before.

(CARS HONKING)

Not bad for a first day.

Okay, could have
been better,

but I'm beginning
to get the feel
of the bike and...

That is the last place
we should have been
testing a bike.

That was stupid.

It was the only
bloody place.

Okay, if there was even
a bog-standard track

within 50 miles
of here, fine.

Will you just
get off my case
and do your job?

For God's sake, Graeme.

The bike that
Boardman's going on

cost half a million
to develop and it was
designed by a computer.

So how the hell
is that thing

that's made out of scrap
and washing machine parts

going to break a record
that's stood since...

Well, since before
they were born?

BOY: What's that for, big man?
The circus?

Aye. Aye, that's right, son.

You get one thing
straight, Malky.

I know what I'm doing here.

Maybe it doesn't
look like it,

but this bike's been
built according to
the laws of physics.

There's a scientific
reason for every single
bit of design.

And that's how I'm
gonna break the record
with or without you.

Graeme, he's trying to
help you, that's all.

Well, I don't need his help.

I can do this on my own.

DOUGLAS:
Lord, Savior, Holy Spirit.

Upon us,
and upon this world.

We ask you to bless
Jonathan and to keep him
within your sight,

as he grows into manhood.

And though we cannot
ask you to keep him from
all harm in this world,

still we hope,

that you will stay by his side
in difficult times.

And give him the strength

to rise from despair

and self-doubt.

Jonathan, I baptize thee

in the name of the Father
and of the Son and
of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

You've done
a good job, Malky.

Couldn't have done it
without phoning you
twice a day.

And the tickets.

This one's for me,
I'm not coming.

Yes you are.

Katie says you and Graeme
are a team and that's
good enough for me.

There isn't enough money
for the three of us
to go to Norway.

Yeah, well,
I'm paying for myself.

Malky I really appreciate it,
but I've got no one
to mind Ewan.

Katie's gonna take
some time off.

She'll look after him.
It's all sorted.

Are you still worried
about the bike?

Yeah. And that is why
you have to be there.

You see, I've got
a contingency plan that Graeme
doesn't know about.

I thought if you knew
right away you might think
I was after your soul.

And aren't you?

Souls are God's business.

Mine is people.

So, how are you feeling?

Under control.

Well, the hour is
almost at hand.

Bring it on.

I'm raring to go.

Good turnout.

It's not for me.

They're
getting ready to announce
the world championships.

Moser's over there.
Francesco Moser is
over there.

GRAEME:
He's on the WCF council now.

Who's that with him?

I don't know. Some suit.

Right, let's get Old Faithful
put together, give them
all a heart attack.

Can I talk to you first?

What about?

Actually...

Can I show you something?

I got onto Mike Burrows,
told him what
the situation was

and he said okay,
he'd take a crack at it.

I didn't know
if it was gonna be
ready in time,

that's why I haven't said
anything till now.

I gave him all the specs.
It's exactly the same
as Old Faithful.

All the ideas
that you built into it,

but it's the work
of a world-class bike builder.

And I think you should...

You know...

What do you think?

Well, it's not exactly
the same as Old Faithful.

Burrows has used
32 mil not 16.

So it's heavier.

Right.

Hey, the wheels...
Specialized made them.

And if you beat the record,
they'll sponsor you
for a whole year.

Just give me a minute,
will you?

Sure.

You knew about this?

You always said
Mike Burrows knows
what he's doing.

Don't use it
if you don't want to.

FRANCESCO: Graeme!

My friend!

Allow me to introduce
Ernst Hagemann.

It's nice to meet you.
Hello.

You built this yourself?

No, it was Mike Burrows.

I did the design
and put together
the original model.

What is wrong
with the original?

It took a bit of a battering
in the road trial stage so...

Don't worry,
it conforms to every
WCF regulation,

I made sure of that.

It doesn't worry me,
Mr. Obree.

It would only matter
if you were to break
Francesco's record.

Graeme, wait, please.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
clear the track please.

MALKY: Okay, 205 laps...
OFFICIAL:
Graeme, this is it.

That's what
you've got to beat.
Set's ready.

Give me a nod
and I'll give you...
Fifty-one...

...a five second countdown.
...point one
five kilometers...

That's 31.7 miles.

Which is almost exactly
the same as the journey
from Prestwick to Glasgow

but no hills.

No traffic,
no roundabouts.

And when the gun goes off,
you've broken
the world record.

OFFICIAL: In five, four,

three, two, one. Go!

Come on, Graeme! Come on!

Come on, Graeme!

Come on, Graeme,
you can do it. I know
you can do it, come on!

MALKY: Go on!
ANNE: Come on, Graeme,
come on!

MALKY: Go on, Graeme!

ANNE: Come on, Graeme!
Come on, keep going, come on.

(PANTING)

Go on, Graeme! Go on.

Go on, Graeme!

Come on, Graeme!

Well done, Graeme.

Well, he's missed it.

ANNE: Graeme!

Graeme, are you okay?

That was a brilliant effort,
Graeme.

Just two laps off,
that's all!

You did bloody great.

It was the bike,
it was that new bike.

It wasn't the bike,
it was me.

Okay, get all these people
out of here.

Just do it, Malky!

Look, just step back.
Give him some air. Come on!

Step back.

This is total
fucking failure again.

Don't do that. Look at me.
Graeme, don't do that.

Don't do that, Graeme.

Okay. Okay.

Wait. No,
he's going over here.

Get out of the way, you.

REPORTER: Wait, wait, wait.
Graeme, how are you feeling?

FRANCESCO:
Bravo, sandwich man!

I'm going again.

Impossible, the WCF
must have access.

Well, 24 hours, that was
what my manager agreed
with the people here.

So, we've got the stadium
till 10:30 tomorrow morning.

But Graeme...
9:00 tomorrow morning.

You English are mad!

You wanna know what mad is,
try calling me English again.

I'm a Bavarian,
I'm very proud to be
called German.

But I know you Irish Scots
are always fighting

you can't help it, ja?

What are you doing?

GRAEME: Making sure
I exercise every
couple of hours

to stop my legs seizing up.

No alarm clock
like a full bladder.

We've slept in!
We've slept in!

We've gotta be on the tracks
in 30 minutes.

Where in the
bloody hell's Malky?

(BANGING ON DOOR)
GRAEME: Malky! Malky!

We're late.

MALKY: I've rebuilt
Old Faithful for you.

She's ready if you're ready.

Malky, you wee beauty.

That clock should be set.
What's wrong with it?

ANNE:
I think he slept in as well.

This is a shambles.

Excuse me!
He's going for it now.

Excuse me!
He's going for it now!

MAN 1:
Oh, please, after you.

Thank you.

MAN 2: I haven't
had breakfast.

This is insanity, Graeme.

You will cripple yourself,

maybe something
even worse than that.

Right, you ready? Go!

ANNE: Come on, Graeme!
Come on, Graeme!

Go on, Graeme! Go on.

Keep going, Graeme!
Come, you're doing great.
Go for it!

Same as yesterday.

He's a slow starter.

Come on, Graeme! Shift it!
Come on! Move it, Graeme!

Come on, Graeme!
Come on, keep going!

This is where
it went wrong yesterday.

That was yesterday.

Come on, Graeme!
Move it!

FRANCESCO:
He cannot
continue like this.

MALKY:
Yeah, you're right.

Come on, Graeme.

It's time he really
started to pile on.

Come away, Graeme!

Keep going, baby!
Come on!

MALKY:
Come on, Graeme!

Come on! Move it, Graeme!

Come on, Graeme!

Come on, Graeme!

Come on, keep going, Graeme!

You can do it, Graeme.
Come on.

You're nearly there.
Come on, Graeme!

Keep going, Graeme!

He's a whole lap up
on where you were
at this point.

Come away, Graeme!
On you come!

Come on, Graeme!
Keep going!

MALKY: Come on, Graeme!
That's a good...

He's gonna do it.
He's actually gonna do it.

Come on, Graeme,
you're gonna do it!
Come on!

You're gonna do it!

MALKY: Go, go! Faster!

Come on, Graeme!

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

(CHEERING)

You did it! You did it!

Bravo!

Yes!

You did it!

Congratulations, Graeme!
Absolutely amazing!

On behalf of Specialized,

I'm proud to give you
this check,

and to announce
a year's sponsorship.

Go on!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Graeme.
Malky...

Just leave him.

Why? He's missing the party.

(SOBBING)

Graeme, congratulations!

I see you made the front page.
Well, the local paper, anyway.

I just wanted to say
thank you for your help.

Oh, I didn't make much
of a contribution.

Which would seem to be the way
in other cases, as well.

What do you mean?

Do you remember what
Karl Marx said about
surplus value?

You're looking at it.

Apparently the powers
that be feel that
this town is too small

for two congregations
so there's gonna be a merger.

One of the churches
is gonna be sold off to
a property developer.

Agnes, go in.
Be with you in a minute.

Now, Graeme,
I've got work to do.
Will you excuse me?

One of my parishioners,
her husband has
just passed away.

She's got a few
problems coping.

Hi, sorry we're late.

Guess who kept going on
about keeping inside
the speed limit?

What? Well, there's plenty
of time.

It doesn't start for
another half an hour.

So, where's Graeme?

Going for a run.

Said he'd better things to do
than watch a non-event.

MAN ON TV: The English rider,
Chris Boardman, Great
Britain's Olympic champion

is certain to break
the one-hour record

so recently established
by Graeme Obree.

Here he goes!

And how devastating
this must be to his
arch-rival Obree.

But the world
one-hour record holder

is now an Englishman.

Excuse me, excuse me. Sorry.
Sorry, thanks.

Cheers.
Cheers, thanks.

Is that not Obree?

Hello, yes, I'd like to make
a reverse-charge call, please.

All right, Graeme?

Yeah, it's 01632960433,
that's Prestwick.

I knew it was you.

You're a world champion now,
some shite like that, eh?

I'm just trying
to make a call here.

Oh, right, aye, aye.

So, what you doing
back here then, champ?

Just come back to show us,
did you?

Fuck off.

Hi, Anne, it's me.
Aye, listen I've got
a puncture,

could Malky come
and pick me up?

Yeah.

Malky? Yeah, I'm back in
the valley of the damned at
the pub in the main street.

Aye. Yeah.

Okay. Listen,
what did Boardman do?

Seven hundred meters more?

That's more than the margin
I beat Moser's record by.

Right, I'll see you there.
Okay, bye.

What the fuck do you want?

See, here he is.

Thinks he's
the big man now, eh?

But I can remember
what we used to do to him.

Yeah, you made my life hell.
Are you proud of that?

Come on, Graeme, eh?
It's just a bit of fun,
mate, that's all.

You wee shites!
You dirty bastards!

Steady!

Fuck off! Fuck off!

Go on, then!
Fuck off!

Supposed to be
world champion, man.

You know what?
You take a good
fucking look at me.

'Cause this is the closest
you'll ever get to
anything worthwhile.

(PANTING)

Okay, it's a pain
in the arse,

but this is what
I was thinking.

We book Hamar again for, say,
the end of the year,

after the Specialized
money's run out.

Then we announce
you're going for
Boardman's record.

You'll get plenty of people
to sponsor you then.

We'll get them
to make bids.
No.

They'll be lining up
around the block.

The man
from nowhere returns.

The Flying Scotsman
rides again.

No, I'm gonna go
for the worlds.

But you don't do
that kind of racing.

Not the four-kilometer
sprint.

You're a long-distance man.

Fifty-one kilometers or four,
it's still what I do.

Yeah, well...

Right enough,
I suppose.

Twelve months
to get ready for it.

I'm going for it this year.
What?

No, that's...
That's totally impossible.

You've only got five weeks.

That's fine.
Pressure works for me.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and
gentlemen, Chris Boardman.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

As you know,
the annual bring and buy sale

is gonna take place
in four weeks' time.

ANNOUNCER:
You have to be impressed
that novice Obree

has even made it
into the semi-finals of
the World Championship.

But of course,
Boardman's the clear favorite

with his half-million pound,
computer-designed
carbon-fiber superbike

that he rode to a gold medal
in the Olympics.

Two riders chase each other
from opposite sides of
the track for 16 laps.

It's 4,000 meters of agony.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Five, four, three,

two, one, go!

The Christian band
were really rocking
with the Lord...

ANNOUNCER:
An astonishing time.

4:22.668.

A new world record
for Graeme Obree,

who goes through
into the final.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Please forgive
that short pause.

I get quite excited by
the prospect of the annual
bring and buy sale.

He's beaten the other
semi-finalist, Chris Boardman,
by 2.384 seconds.

You've broken the record.
It's a new world record!

GRAEME: World record?
You're joking.

Oh, my legs.

Congratulations, Graeme.
Awesome ride.

But you need a better helmet.
Here, use mine for the final.

And the best of luck.

Thanks.

ANNOUNCER:
Another world record,
a new world champion.

He won!

Your dad's a world champion!

(COUGHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Graeme?

Graeme?

Sorry, didn't mean
to make you jump,
but the reception's...

And don't we look
like a couple of swells.

Listen, Malky,
I know Anne's told
you about me.

Good. We should get
downstairs, eh?

I just get really
down sometimes, and...

Then I tell myself,
"Get a grip, man."
And I pull myself out of it.

I mean, there's nothing
really wrong with me,
you know.

(WHOOPING)

Love you.
Hello.

Hello.

Hey, Anne.

Someone called Bourget's
been on the phone about
exhibition rides in France.

Money up front,
accommodation for all of us,

that's what he said,
anything for the new champion

and we can go
in our new car.

What's wrong with
the one we got?

Have you actually looked
at it?

This time we get
something a bit better.

MALKY: Think we should
turn left here.

KATIE:
Malky, who's driving?

Oh, aye.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my word.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

ANNE: My goodness, Graeme,
is this for real?

MALKY: Almost like
there's some sort of...

I don't have a pen.

Hello.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

When you tried to
beat the record
of the one hour

we all wanted you
not to stop ever,
to continue for always.

And even if you had
built eyes for the bicycle,

oh, for sure, they would
have been crying. Yes.

Is it gonna be
like this everywhere?

Why not? We deserve it.

You deserve it.

But how can manufacturers
persuade people
to buy the right bikes,

when a washing machine
on wheels can break records?

Is he cheating?
Drugs, perhaps?

No you can forget that.
He takes nothing.

We even tested one
of his sandwiches.

Just oranges and sugar.

You know, I loathe
seeing him ride.

His position is
so grotesque, so ugly.

And unstable.
He fell off last week.

Oh, yeah?

He fell off?

We have come to the conclusion
that the riding technique
of Herr Obree

could cause him
to hurt himself

especially if he were
to fall from his machine
at high speed.

And not only that, such an
accident could cause serious
injury to other cyclists.

It has therefore
been agreed

that the riding position
of Herr Obree

will not be allowed
under W...

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
Please, let me finish,
under WCF rules.

Thank you very much.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

It's ridiculous to say
it's unsafe, I've only
ever fallen once

and, you know,
it's no miracle
machine, either.

Otherwise I'd win
every race.
No way.

The bike meets
all the WCF's regulations,

so now they're
just making up new ones.

Okay, I'm going.

You know you don't
need to work.

What am I supposed to do
when you're away on tour

with all your
cycling groupies?

I wish.

Oh, do you now?

The way things are going,
I'll be spending a lot
more time at home.

Hagemann and his pals
are really out to get me.

Well, you're a threat.
You got to the top
the wrong way.

A few more like you and
those people won't be
running things anymore.

No more gravy train.

Yeah, that's what
makes me so angry.

Well, that's healthier
than being depressed.

You'll find ways
to get one up on them.

GRAEME:
Now, because of the WCF's
concerns about safety,

I've made
a few modifications.

So, ladies and gentlemen
I give you the new,
ultra-safe Obree bike.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

WOMAN:
Let's see the back.

He thinks he's so
clever, this Mr. Obree.

Stand back, stand back.

We must not allow him
to make fools of us.

But every time we change
the rules, he changes
his bike to comply.

Yeah, then you try again.

That's as far back
as it'll go.

Oh, great.

Your bike contravenes
the regulations.

Saddles must be five
centimeters behind the center
of the bottom bracket.

Christ's sake,
you inspected
the bike yesterday.

You okayed it.

Five centimeters.

All saddles must be complete
and intact, Mr. Obree.

If I use this. First thing
I ever designed.

It must be possible to
purchase all parts in
the commercial market.

That's just not true.

All the top cyclists have
their bikes personally
made for them.

They would cost thousands
to buy in a shop.

Oh, yes.
But if you had thousands
you could buy it.

That is the point.

The changes I had to make
to the handlebars

mean it's very difficult
for me to get into position

on a commercial saddle,
'cause they're so big.

There is no rule
about the design of a saddle.

Well, it... It doesn't break
the letter of the rules,

but it breaks
the spirit of the rules.

"The spirit of the rules"?

Exactly, the spirit.

This is from a 12 year-old's
mountain bike,

so we're not
breaking any rules.

Sound.

What's this?
Bastards!

Hagemann just
invented a new rule.

There has to be a gap
between the rider's chest
and his hands.

A gap? How much?

He won't quantify it.

Is it strange that I'm
the only one who rides with
his chest on his hands?

Yeah, exactly.
I'll tell you what
the new rule is.

Nobody called Graeme Obree's
allowed to win the
World Championships.

Here's what we're gonna do.

We'll replace it
with the tri bars.

They can't object
to that.

You can get down low enough
on these and you'll still win.

No.

I'm sticking with Old Faithful
the way she is.

You'll be out
of the championship.

I won doing it my way,
I'll lose it doing it my way.

What's that supposed
to mean?

That's a lot of bollocks,
Graeme, and you know it.

Look, I'm your manager, right?

It's my job to organize things
so you win

and I'm asking you
to use these bars

and just go out there
and give it the Obree magic.

Graeme,
it's your only chance.

I'm doing it my way, Malky.
Win, lose or get disqualified.

To hell with you, then.

(CROWD CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: So, a red flag will
be raised by an official if
his chest touches his hands.

Three red flags
and he's out.

Come on, Graeme.

Come on, lad.

I have to say that
the whole thing is
utterly mystifying to me.

Only one more flag

and the world champion's
championship will be over.

Obree has fallen
and it's a bad one.
They've broken him.

Graeme Obree is now
an ex-world champion.

Graeme?

Malky.

Here, you can take this stuff
with you next time
you're down to see Anne.

Oh, take it yourself,
it's got nothing
to do with me.

For God's sake, Katie,
it's got nothing to do
with me either.

I'm not his manager anymore.

I'm shot of that pig-headed,
bloody-minded
pain in the arse.

Which means,
I could not care less
about any of this.

You still read it all,
though, don't you?

And listen, if you think
that you can shout
at me like that

then it's time you move back
to your own flat
and sorted yourself out.

ANNOUNCER: Obree has fallen
and it's a bad one.
They've broken him.

Only one more flag

and the world champion's
championship will be over.

Obree has fallen
and it's a bad one.
They've broken him.

Graeme Obree is now a...

(BANGING ON DOOR)
MAN: Graeme!

Graeme, are you there?

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

I've come down
all this way to see you.

You havenae been back
for a bit, Graeme, eh?

I seen you fall on
the television, big man.

Did you know my old man
got done again?

See...

It was your old boy
that done it, Graeme.

Had to have him
put away, eh?

Thing is, mate,
old boy's not coming back.

'Cause he died inside.

He just couldn't take it.

You did make something
of yourself, Graeme, eh?

For a bit there, eh?

I can see you hiding there.

You're good at hiding
and running away,
you silly wee shite.

Running away,
you still think
you're too good for us.

That's all you ever do
on that bike of yours, eh?

Run away.

No wonder you're a champion.
See, all that stuff
we done to you.

That was just 'cause
of your dad,
you do know that, eh?

But you're not really a hero,
are you, Graeme?

You're still a wee shite.
You're a nothing, mate.

And you still think
you're too good for us.
You're a nobody.

You're pathetic.

(SHOUTS)

MALKY: Graeme!

MALKY: Graeme!
ANNE: Graeme!

MAN: I saw you fall.

Oh, my. Stay there.

(GRAEME GROANING)

Listen. Listen to me,
I'm going for help.

All right,
an ambulance, a doctor.
Do you understand me?

I'll be back
as soon as I can.

Just lie there
and take it easy,
all right?

Wait here,
I'll call an ambulance.

(GRAEME COUGHING)

Anne. Anne.

Graeme, this can't go on.
We have to do something.

It's all right, I'm okay.

No, you're not okay.

Hey, this is an
ex-world champion
you're talking to.

There's not many people
can say that.

Graeme, you need help.

I told you before,

I'll sort myself out
in my own time.

Yeah, that'll make
a great epitaph.

That's very good.

Hey, how you doing?

Hey? Hey?

You've been working hard.
You should rest when
you come in, you know.

Especially since you're
paying the bills these days.

Have you been a good boy?

Yeah, we both have.

I phoned the courier people.
I'm starting Monday.

It's only a month's contract,
but at least it's something.

Back to square one, eh?

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

I'll get it.

"Dear Mr. Obree.

"The track at Hamar Stadium
in Norway is being resurfaced.

"In recognition of your
historic cycling achievements
at the stadium

"breaking the one-hour record
and smashing the world record

"to become
World Pursuit Champion,

"we hope you will accept
this piece of the old track

"as a souvenir of
your wonderful triumph.

"It has been a pleasure
writing to you with this news

"and I wish you the very best
for your future.

"Yours sincerely, Irga Olsen."

Graeme, the boss wants
to see you.

Something about
a special delivery.

Graeme, how are you?

I'm all right.

Got a delivery for you,
needs a signature.

I'll get my glasses.
Come in.

Look I'm not stupid.
What's this in aid of?

If I suggested we
get together, what would
you have said?

What's going on?

I told you.
I'll be leaving at
the end of the month.

Tea?

I'm going up north.

Some friends of mine
from the Merchant Navy
have got me a job.

Teaching disturbed kids
how to sail a boat.

Oh, is that what I am?
A disturbed kid?

I was gonna tell you
about her.

Your wife?
Aye.

What happened to her?

She drowned.

I was 39 when I met her.

I left the Merchant Navy
and I was studying for
the ministry in Australia

and one summer's morning
down by Sydney Harbour

I saw this young woman
not much more
than half my age and...

Oh, boy,

I felt as if I was
struck by lightning.

All I knew was I wanted
to spend the rest of
my life with her.

Amazingly,
she felt the same way.

We only had
three short years together,
that's all.

You said she drowned.
Was it an accident?

Oh, no. She could
swim like a fish.

WOMAN: Graeme.

She killed herself, Graeme.

She had the same
illness as you.

She couldn't
take it anymore.

She said it was
like being in a swamp.

Alone in the darkness,

slowly being sucked down,
inch by inch,

the life squeezed out of her

and knowing that nobody
was ever gonna come
and save her

because nobody knew
she was even there.

You see, there were
things in her life,

in her childhood,
she would just,
would not talk about.

I thought, maybe...

Maybe if we had a bit more
time together, I could
have done something.

We can talk about it.

What's the point
in talking about it?

Have you ever talked
about it before?

So, why do you think
there's no point?

They made me
feel worthless.

Like... Like I was nothing.

Just something to be...

Used?

Who's "they," Graeme?

It's all right, you know,
it's like... It's like
your first time on a bike.

Just keep going.
You'll be fine.

Are you gonna
talk to him again?

Probably.

Although he says
I should see a
professional therapist.

What do you think?

Maybe you could fix me up
with someone at the hospital.

Yeah, I could.

Malky called today.

Yeah? What was he saying?

Just wanted a chat.

It's funny,
I was thinking I should
give him a call.

Yeah?

See what he thinks
about going in
for some wee events.

Nothing serious,
just a toe in the water.

Bloody hell.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Superman, Superman,
Superman, Superman...

ANNOUNCER:
The crowd is chanting,
"Superman, Superman"

and Obree's new position
does indeed...

Hiya.
How are you doing?

All right.

Oh, aye, Sparkling
Highland Water, please.

Okay, so what's the plan?

What do you think?

Forget Colinelli.

The only person you need to
worry about is that stubborn
bugger Graeme Obree.

Come on, you beauty.
Just one more time.

So, no signals till halfway.

MAN: On you go, boy!

(CROWD CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: Obree is
0.7 seconds down
on his first lap.

He's not making it very easy
on himself or us.

Excuse me.

ANNOUNCER: This is a man
who's got something to prove.

Any chance
of a lager there?

What a recovery!
Two laps...

Go on, son!

Deficient air here
8,000 feet up is
incredibly thin.

Two laps left.
I can hardly look.

They're absolutely
neck and neck.
There's nothing in it.

Has Colinelli
got anything left?

Has the Flying Scotsman?

Still level!

Come on, Graeme.
Come on, you can do it, baby.

(BELL RINGING)

You're level.

Come on.

One or two turns of the wheel
will be the difference

between these
two great athletes.

The Flying Scotsman has won
the World Championship
for the second...

This is surely
his greatest achievement!

One of the most exciting races
I have ever seen.

Yes!

Yes, mate!

Obree is once again
World Champion.

A remarkable man
on a remarkable bike

that he reckons cost him
no more than 50 pounds against
the opposition of the WCF.

What a ride.
What a rider.

Astonishing ride
by Graeme Obree to take
the World Championship.

You would have liked him.

Graeme Obree is surely
Scotland's small town hero.

Well done!

Well done.