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What, is my uniform dirty?
What happened up there?
You waited, you lost at least 2 seconds
at the start. You hesitated.
Sorry. - I don't want apologies.
I know what happened.
You hesitated in the box cause you were thinking.
When you think, you get scared, you hold back.
It wasn't fear.
We get older, we think before we act.
But not in this line of work.
You're not paid to think,
you're paid to win.
You're wrong.
I'm not too old, I wasn't scared.
It's time for you to retire.
You can finally take a break.
I don't need a life.
This is my life.
Lookie here...
our new recruit. Right on cue.
Just like you 10 years ago.
Can I keep my bikes?
You can keep one.
Brother! - Sister!
Seriously aerodynamic!
We ever not been serious? - It's happened,
You don't mind?
Not at all, it's great.
There's just one little thing...
I'm seriously looking for a girlfriend.
That's cool.
It's just for now.
Looking for a job?
There may be one on campus. I'll ask.
What's that?
A scientific way to win the lottery.
Why's it scientific?
All the probability combinations were generated by a computer,
using a purely random sampling.
That eliminates the temptation to control your choice...
The only way to deal with chance.
Most people invest emotions in to numbers,
as if one number could be lucky.
A lottery is pure chance, irrational, devoid of feelings.
The less you involve human feelings, the better.
How's Mom?
Well, Mom... - What?
Nothing.
Hi, Mrs Blackburn. - Is my mother around?
What's wrong? - Don't ask me.
She won't budge from it. No idea why.
It must be the wheels.
Chips?
Did you bring me any chips?
Chips? - I asked for chips.
It's Laurie, Mom, your dugther. It's been a year.
I didn't know you wanted chips.
Want some chips, Mom?
Want me to get you some?
Chips?
She doesn't want chips, she had a good supper.
Come sit with me, please.
I'm just fine. I like it here.
Fun, huh?
How are you? You look great.
I'm ok.
And you?
I'm fine.
This feels good, huh?
When did you come back?
Is it Christmas?
I quit racing.
I'm back for good. Are you happy?
Are you happy?
No, Mom. Are you happy?
Are you happy?
Stay with me, Mom. I'm here.
What are you doing here?
You gave me a heart attak.
Take it easy.
I can't find my sprocket. Have you seen an 11-tooth sprocket?
What's a sprocket? - A gear.
Know what?
I think I turn girls off.
I was explaining the inseparability of particles to one tonight...
Should've seen her look...
like I'd stepped on her toe.
She took off. Later I saw her
laughing hysterically with some jerk
who could flip a cigarette and catch it in his mouth.
Given the choice,
would you be interested in quantum correlations,
or in learning how to catch cigarettes?
Hi.
Is it for a repair?
Excuse me?
If not, leave the bike outside.
The parking lot's not for wheelchairs.
You're hard to find.
It's a miracle I did, and that you're already open.
Hey, you gonna start praying next?
I need two things: a Shimano Hyperglide 3/32 chain...
Campagnolo's better.
Don't you carry Shimano?
Is that you?
I'd also like an 11-tooth sprocket, 1st of 8, XTR.
Shimano.
No, just the 11-tooth sprocket.
No such thing.
Come off it!
There is too! - There isn't.
I know there is. - It doesn't exist!
Not in my shop.
If it's not in my shop, I don't sell them.
And if I don't sell them, I don't have them.
If you'd had one, you'd have sold it.
Who are you?
Where you from?
I don't know you.
I see...
The world revolves around our Missie.
And everyone has to keep and 11-tooth sprocket in their pocket
in case Missie drops by.
Just forget it.
How much?
That was to test you.
I changed my mind. I'll take the flywheel,
Where's your sense of humor?
You buy it?
Did you buy your piece?
Can't you buy a new one?
I changed my mind. Give me the 11.
Keep it. I'll never sell it. They're an endangered species.
I know. Why'd you sell it to me then?
Sell it to you? You bought it.
Why'd you buy it then?
You thought I didn't know it won't fit your bike.
You thought, "Who's Lorenzo? Some old idiot."
Admit that's what you thought.
You're wrong.
How much?
$3,500.
It's a Marinoni. Ever heard of them?
And this one? - $ 1750.
But I'll accept $ 1.400. - Christ, they're expensive!
And this one?
You want a price or a bike?
Try somewhere else.
I sell bikes, not prices.
What else?
You don't coddle customers. - You know...
I am what I am.
Is that so? - Yes it's so.
There are people...
I try to chase away, but they still come back.
Well, I won't come back!
That's very good news.
Hi.
Can you do my run? - Sure.
Great.
Thanks, see you! - Bye.
Employees have to sign the accident release form.
You signed?
You and your bike!
Ok, look...
Take this. As for the rest...
chuck it out.
He could've come for it.
Oh yeah. Gang...
this is Laurie.
This is her first day.
Would anyone be nice enough to show her
the ropes.
Christ, Gasket!
Leblond! Thanks.
Ok...
Fill in the time, place of pickup, place of delivery,
and service - there are three speeds:
Normal - delivery in two hours; Rush, one hour; and...
Hot-shot.
Let's see if you can pedal first. I hope...
you can fix a flat by yourself.
Ok, no questions?
No questions! Perfect!
Leblond, you're a creep.
Why? I'm telling her the way it is.
I don't have time for girls who's here to tan on the fancy bikes
their daddy bought for their birthday, ok?
No problem.
Forget that, it's not important.
Where's your pickup?
Building F. It's on my way. We can ride together.
The name's Leblond, but here I'm no. 14.
What's your number? - 21.
Hey, Willie, you're polluting the air!
A new girl?
What's up?
Know who the bastard is who did the Stadium pickup?
Haven't got a clue.
Fucking shit!
You stop for lunch and someone steals your run.
Well, we gotta go.
Come on, 21.
Gasket to Willie.
Answer, Willie.
There's stuff you gotta know besides the paperwork.
When you meet a courier, your raise your fingers slightly.
You don't wave,
just like this.
Second, stop smiling like a cashier at McDonalds. It's not cool.
At lunch, stay away from this intersection.
The office workers aren't used to being outside.
It makes them a little ditzy.
Some jerk can step out in front of you.
So...
Watch out for cab drivers. They're rats.
Nice day to be bicycling, huh?
Whatch, now he'll say, Bet you must put in a lot of miles.
Now the weather.
What do you find the hardest,
when it rains, when it's cold, or when it's windy?
What's the hardest for you guys?
The hardest is being asked the same questions
1300 times a day. That's what's hardest.
Moron!
What?
They're gonna think it was you, no matter who did it,
so don't try to hide it when it really was you.
When a package isn't ready for pick-up, you're the one who pays.
You have to race to deliver on time.
We're not paid by the hour.
Fuck, isn't it ready yet? So why'd you call?
I'm not here to file my nails.
She'll remember that for a few days.
Go on, if you want to ride faster.
Get outta my way!
21!
Isn't it here?
I guess I forgot I have to stop somewhere.
Great start.
I'm off. Calle me if you need me... 14.
21!
Come eat with us.
Check the show - off with the fancy bike.
Thinks he's Indurain. I bet he can't
undo his pedals without holding on to a post.
I don't know what's wrong. It never happens.
You gonna race with us?
Race? What race?
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you.
In 3 weeks. If you want, you can be on our team.
I'm the captain.
You should, it's for courriers.
Gotta piss.
Any bottles to fill up?
Yeah, mine. The white one.
Didn't Leblond show you?
Usually he's not so shy.
It's for our pals, the cabbies.
In summer, they get hot.
They open their windows.
They're so nice to us that we give'em
a cool drink.
That's gross.
No, that's the game.
You have to mark your territory
or you get stepped on.
Want me to fill your bottle?
No thanks.
Calling everyone...
We're eating lunch, Gasket!
I've a rush on Colombus.
Christopher Colombus? That's not our zone!
I can't reah Willie. It's urgent.
I'll go.
Not our zone!
Don't do it, 21. It's too far.
It's not worth it.
Doesn't matter.
Willie won't like that.
The new girl's going.
Everything ok?
Excuse me!
I've got the green.
What's that? Looks like grass vomit.
An antioxidant. So your insides don't rust.
What?
Nothing.
What you reading?
The Paradox of the Twins.
What's that?
It's a paradox related to relativity.
Know anything about relativity?
Sort of.
Try me.
That's not an ashtray!
Two identical twins...
they're separated at birth.
One's sent on a rocket that travels almost
at light speed. The other stays here.
Doesn't budge.
After 30 years, the twin in space comes back.
They're completely different.
The one in space hasn't aged a bit,
but the one on earth is 30.
How come?
One went super fast, and consumed space but not time.
The other consumed only time, since he stood sitll.
Time is affected by speed.
A minute's not constant.
As you go faster, time slows, and so does aging.
So if you travel at the speed of light, you don't grow old?
Not light speed...
nearly light speed.
Why nearly?
At light speed, the concept of time doesn't exit.
Time ceases to exist.
Gasket to 21.
21 to Gasket.
Where are you?
Notre-Dame, the East End.
Sorry, Gasket. I forgot to stop.
You're not paid to ride. - I'll make it.
You better. Before 3 p.m.
Sorry, but...
There's no one in front and I have an urgent pickup.
It's fragile.
I'll be careful.
Next time stay on your side of the desck, if you please.
Watch it!
Sorry.
Finally, you made it.
Not a moment too early.
In fact, you're too late.
Sorry, I won't sign.
Who's the mechanic?
I am.
You see, that's better.
Hands off! Don't touch it!
I was just looking... - Hands off!
Calm down, it's not made of glass.
Besides, it's always hanging there. - Yeah, so no one touches it!
Understand? - Ok, take it easy.
I din't break it.
I need an inner tube.
Just a second. - I'm in a hurry.
So am I - in a hurry for you to leave.
That any way to treat a client?
I treat you how you are, a cretin!
Some people!
He's unbelievable.
So, is that it?
Yeah, it should be fine.
Thanks!
If the derailleur still sticks,
bring it back, ok?
Say hi to your dad. - I will.
Bye, Lorenzo, thanks. See you!
Madame?
I could buy it.
It's not for sale.
You don't like it.
It's not the bell I mind,
it's those who use it.
So, to what do I owe the pleasure?
Can you lace a wheel?
It's not Campi.
Please!
For tomorrow.
You can't do it now?
You're sure?
Yeah, never during the day.
Why not?
Too much noise, too many people.
Wheels like intimacy.
I need my bike to work.
And I need quiet to work.
Tomorrow morning.
Leave it here.
Sorry...
I wanted to explain
How I'd like the wheel done.
Can you do radial spokes instead of crossed?
Radial?
That's the bet joke I've heard in 10 years. Radial!
What?
For he Tour de France?
Radial!
Steff?
You're too early.
Hi.
I haven't made coffee.
You laced it radial!
Did I have a choice?
Thanks, it's magnificent!
Look, it's none of my business...
the wheel's only psychological.
It's not the important part.
If you want to go faster, you have to change more than the wheel.
Why not buy a bike here?
I know,
But I can't.
Sentimental?
You see?
La grigia.
I'd never sell it.
No one can touch it.
I haven't ridden it for 30 years.
The seat's still engraved on me.
Base to 14.
Shit!
What time is it?
It stopped, I forget to wind it.
Have to go. - Why in a hurry?
I have no choice.
No choice? We always have a choice.
Get rid of this.
Sorry, I didn't hear you.
Not funny. - Sorry.
I couldn't help it.
I brought you a sandwich.
Thanks.
So, how's the wheel?
It's awesome.
Is it fast enough for you?
You should smile more often.
I look at your lips, and forget your hair.
Good, let me do some work.
Just a sec, I'm in the john!
God, you look beat. What's wrong?
Oh, nothing.
Here, the entry form for our race.
Don't forget!
Why don't we see you at lunch?
I'm never downtown at noon.
Oh yeah? How come?
Downtown you stop all the time. I want to ride.
But... doesn't Willie mind?
What?
Base to 21.
Answer me, it's Gasket!
Anyone know what 21's up to?
My sister!
She's my sister. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.
Laurie, this is Élise.
I couldn't reach you. Would you mind taking a spin for two hours?
Please.
Sorry, I forgot to tell you.
She lives here, but she's talking a spin.
Mrs Stol, you have a visitor. Look what she brought you!
Not now. - What?
Not now. I'm not ready.
I have to wait for Denis.
Your timing's bad. It's her favorite show.
They're still good. There's nothing wrong with them.
Maybe it's the cleats. Let me see.
The other one.
The cleats are fine.
Come over here.
Here...
Cycling's not always fun.
Sometimes you hurt, you know.
I know.
Real cyclists
enjoy the pain.
I know.
You like pain?
Good.
Maybe you don't like enough. You kids are so spoiled today.
A little cramp or scratch, and you complain.
That's not true.
Look at the bikes now...
No effort needed. Everything's light, comfortable, easy.
Indexed derailleur, automatic pedals.
In my day there was none of that.
Look at these pictures.
Does that look like fun?
We hurt.
You had to work hard. Today, it's all fun.
You don't need any experience.
The bike does it all.
Everything's easy.
You're exaggerating. - No, I'm not.
You don't know what pain is on a bike.
excuse me? I know what it is.
You don't. - Yes I do.
If there's one thing I know...
Course you don't.
You don't even know me!
True.
Well...
Well, well, what?
Well how can you say I don't know? I know as well as you
what pain is on a bike.
Impossible.
Why?
Because it's impossible.
Think you're the best sufferer?
Not think...
I am the best sufferer.
We could have a competition. Really!
Oh yeah?
Ok, tell me where you hurt.
You can sit down.
And you?
I never sit down. I can't cause for my back.
From cycling?
Yes, from cycling!
My ankles hurt.
Everyone gets that. That's normal.
I broke my collarbone 3 times.
Three times? Three times?
In 10 years. And my tibia last year.
Your tibia? I have an artificial knee.
Oh yeah?
My sciatic nerve pinches every time I sit on my saddle.
Your sciatic nerve? Touch my hands, here. They're hard.
From clutching the handlebars. I can't feel anything.
I get pimples here from sweating.
That's esthetic. Does that count?
Esthetics counts?
Oh yeah? Then let me show you something.
Look..
Haven't worn shorts in 30 years.
Why didn't you tan the rest when you stopped?
Sure...
Can you see me out tanning?
I'll show you something else. Look...
My nails are black from the gears and chains...
My wife used to complain about my hands.
You had a wife?
Is that impossible?
No, it's not that.
Do you have children?
We didn't have time.
She died 3 years after the married.
You've been alone ever since?
Better to be alone than with someone who complains
that I cycle too much.
It's not easy always being alone.
How would you know? Don't try to tell me
you're alone.
No, impossible.
You're lying. If you're alone, it's by choice.
It's cause of cycling. They don't go together.
No way.
It's true.
Sorry, did I hurt you?
It's ok.
I'm just a bit tender. I biked 200 km today.
You should give it up.
It was easier to give him up.
Look, guys can be rough.
That's not all.
What's wrong?
Don't you like it?
No, it's not that It's not you. It's just...
I'm a little numb. I don't feel much.
Did you invent that?
It's true.
It's not true.
It's unbelievable! It's...
I don't know...
I had problems.. Getting off my bike and
not being able to piss. Or having my crotch all...
numb.
The guys in the pack sometimes joked that.
some nights they couldn't get it...
get it up.
But that,
I really can't say.
You have to be a woman to know.
And all because of bikes!
So, do I win?
Do I win?
You're laughing.
Who's going to win?
Am I the winner, or are you the winner?
I haven't finished.
You see, winning is relative...
When I was young, I was on a team in Rovetta,
a small town in Bergamo, Italy.
I was a very good racer,
very good.
But on the team, I was just a gregario.
Know what a gregario is?
You help the champion. You never win
when you're a gregario, because...
The champion needs a tire? You give him yours.
Needs water? He gets yours.
If he's tired, you go in front so he can draft you
till the finish line.
But why? - That's how it is on a team.
I knew I could win,
but it wasn't my decision.
I had to wait for my chance.
One day we were invitd here for a race
250 km up north,
somewhere north of Montréal.
The champion gets sick.
He can't go. I tell myself,
Lorenzo, here's your chance.
I was young, it was my first time to America.
How old?
28.
Me too!
You're not 28.
Can't be. You look like a baby.
Anyway, I say to myself:
"I'll show all America who Lorenzo is, a great cyclist!
Thousands will cheer at the finish line!"
But what I didn't know is that,
it's not like back in Italy.
Here people don't care about cycling.
It's just for kids.
I was stunned when
I realized no one watched the race. I couldn't believe it.
I'd trained like mad for the race.
My legs were as hard as wood.
What's so funny?
I was picturing it.
So that day, not even
30 minutes after the start,
the whole pack was asleep.
I decided to make a breakaway.
They just watched me: "Who cares? Let him go.
He's crazy, it's too early. He'll wear himself out...
the wind... and we'll reel him in."
But me, I don't know what got into me.
My legs pedaled by themselves. I'd never been so fast.
I had such a big lead, no way they'd catch me.
I'd been cycling on my own for about 100 km.
I don't know if you know, but...
cycling can make you drunk.
You lose all sense of time.
The speed becomes a drug.
I know.
And that's how I feel, not aware of anything. I just keep pedalling.
Suddenly, a hole...
I see it too late, I can't avoid it.
My wheel gets stuck in it, and I'm sent flying
onto the asphalt.
Luckily, I'm not hurt too bad.
Just dazed,
let's say, shaken up.
The problem is, I can't ride anymore,
my wheel's wrecked.
I have to wait for the team car to replace it.
We only have one car, to service me and the pack.
I know it'll come eventually,
but I'm worried about losing my lead.
At that point, I turn and look in the other direction,
and what do I see? Something.
I look closer,
and I see it's someone
waiting by the road.
Waiting for what?
To see the racers go by.
So instead of getting upset about my bike,
I take it and walk towards the person.
No, we didn't waddle.
We didn't have clipless pedals.
So I walk over. I feel they're watching me with...
What is it?
Binoculars.
So, to see, I make a small sign,
hard to see.
She wawes back,
like this.
It was a girl?
It was a girl.
When I got close,
she had a huge smile.
The prettiest girl in the world.
I'd never see
a girl like her.
She talks to me, she realizes I can't understand.
Offers me water,
asks if I need help, and I just stand there.
I forget where I am, I don't even know if I'm breathing.
Would you like a glass of water?
It's like time was standing still.
I thing it was love at first sight.
I don't know how long I've stood there.
My mind goes blank, I forget everything.
When suddenly,
someone honks.
Lorenzo, what the hell are you doing? Move it, they're coming!
I remember... the race!
What an idiot!
The race!
Have you gone deaf? Come on, get going!
Whithout even thinking,
I hop on my bike, say ciao
to the girl, and I'm gone.
So, did you win?
Yeah, yeah, I won.
And then?
And them? We went back to Italy. I was
the new team champion. I should be happy.
I don't know what's wrong.
Suddenly, it's not the same.
Before, I had only one desire: to be on my cicycle,
even if it hurt.
After that, everything changed.
I found myself on a seat half the size of my bum,
riding for hours and hours, going nowhere.
At that point, you can't fake it.
If you love cycling,
you'd better stop, before you begin to hate it. Because...
after I came back from America,
I thought about nothing except that girl.
I didn't care if I won or lost. My only goal.
was to find that girl... and make time stand still again.
You came back, right?
It was a year before I could.
I found the house, but the family had moved.
I found someone else. I got married, and stopped thinking about her.
I tried.
You never saw her again?
No, never.
That's awful.
I figured that if I didn't find her,
it's because I wasn't meant to.
It was destiny. Or maybe it wasn't destiny.
I had a chance, and I made the wrong decision.
After... after it's too late.
So, aren't the winner?
Thank you, madame.
It was lovely talking to you.
What's your name?
Laurence.
If I'd had a girl, I'd want her to be like you...
Lorenza.
Big party last night?
Have you seen Willie?
I can't count on him.
Can you do this one? You'll like it, it's a hot-shot.
You ready? Ready? Come on, get going! Move it!
Gasket to 21.
21 to Gasket.
Sorry...
Were are you?
Downtown.
Gasket to 21.
21, this is Gasket.21?
Sure you still want to work here?
Of course!
Cause if not,
I can get a 4-year-old girl on her tricycle.
She'd do better.
Sorry.
Bad day.
It's been like that for 3 days.
It's been a bad 3 days.
I don't feel like joking.
Look, if you want to make it up,
I have a run to the North End.
Pick it up at Simon's, deliver to Blue Bonnets.
It's super rush. Can I count on you?
Why, Willie!
I'm late, sorry.
Don't be sorry. You're not late,
you're fired.
C'mon, Gasket. I had problems.
Then why didn't you call? I've been trying to reach you.
Where was your phone?
Don't talk to me like a school kid.
We're adults. I told, I had problems.
I'm here now. Give me the run.
Forget the run.
I don't need you. You pull this too often.
Christ, Gasket!
I said, beat it.
I don't want to see your face.
A cyclist can do it, an I don't pay gas.
I think you...
You either do the run, or you don't come back tomorrow.
Don't weasel in on me, you bitch! Wasn't the tire enough?
Or do you need a clearer message?
No. I'm sorry. I didn't realize...
It's not up to me. I just want to ride my bike.
Let her go! I'll call the police!
You ok?
Do you have any ice?
The machine's broken.
Gasket to 21.
21, answer me!
It's no joke.
Where's Photofinish?
Left, left, right, upstairs, 3dr floor.
Come in.
2 seconds.
Sorry, I can't help you right now.
The race is almost over.
you'll have to wait in the dark
while I developed the photo.
Thanks.
Are you ok?
Are you hurt?
Want some water?
Hi, everybody.
Hey, 21! What gives? Aren't you racing with us?
I don't have a bicycle.
That's an excuse for idiots!
Who's that?
It's Lorenzo.
Go on!
Racers to the start line!
Don't move!
You'll see, with the grigia, you'll leave them in your dust!
Just watch out for holes in the road.
Go on!
Good luck!
I'll wait for you.
Go on!
Catch up to them!
Go on!