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Bert & Dickie Page #6
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- 2012
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I'm sorry. I...
I respect my father very much,
but he has a most...
particular sense
of good sportsmanship,
which I find a little troubling
at times.
I beg your pardon. I really do.
I'm...
I need to rest.
Yeah, me too.
You all right, sir?
Yes. It's, er... fine.
Right.
Well, er... it's your battery.
You didn't have the radio on
for ages, did you, sir?
Oh...
It's all right. I can arrange
to have you towed back.
Won't be a problem.
What won't be a problem?
Bert... What are you doin' here?
I've just been rowing
in an Olympic semifinal.
What about you?
Actually, I saw you. Yeah. We was
comin' along and your mum said...
"Look, they're rowin'. It must
be the Olympics," so we stopped.
He's through to the final.
Double sculls.
Oh, congratulations!
Ta.
And you're his dad? Ha-ha!
Well, you can have the new battery
free, compliments of the AA.
Yeah? Why didn't you tell me?
What? You was watching!
Have you seen them all?
Have you seen them all? Have you...
Have you seen all my races?
Have you been doing this for ages?
It ain't something to get upset
about, you know. We was proud.
So, why didn't you tell me?!
How come you're hiding here?
Why didn't you sit with
everyone else?
You didn't want to be around
if I lost, did you?
No. Yeah, you wanted to be able to
make a quick exit! That's...
You're unbelievable!
You're unbelievable.
That ain't right.
Bert! Come back here.
I just didn't want to put him off.
Cheerio.
Mr Burnell!
Bert! Still here?
Yeah. I, er...
I was just
thinking about tomorrow and...
I could have a word with you...
in private?
Cheers.
He never told me he was still
reporting...
during the event.
Oh, I think
Stops him from worrying too much!
I don't think of him
like that at all - Dickie.
I mean, to me, he's...
He's a rock.
I want to say that, actually,
Mr Burnell... Don.
I want to say,
he's a credit to you, Dickie is.
How you brought him up.
Thank you, Bert.
It's why I wanted to speak to you.
I...
need you to do me a favour.
I need you to look me in the eye
and tell me
it's going to be all right tomorrow.
Bert...
I'm...
I'm exhausted!
I...don't want Dickie to know, but...
We finished that race today,
I could hardly get out the tub
when we got to the side,
I was that knackered.
I'm sure it's there...
one last effort...
even though...
I'm tired.
I just need someone to help me
unlock it...
someone I truly respect.
It's a gold medal.
Olympic gold medal.
It's mine.
1908. Men's eight.
If Richard manages
to come through first,
we'll be the only father-and-son
gold medallists
in the entire history
of the Olympics.
I...
Why didn't he say anything?
Why didn't you?
A gentleman doesn't boast, Bert.
upon Richard.
It is a fact, nevertheless,
that I have my medal
and he has yet to win his...
despite all the training
he puts in and the diet
and God knows what else...
but now, we'll find out...
is the son the match of the father?
I hope so. I really do...
except one can never be certain.
its unpredictability.
So...
while I can and will tell you
everything will turn out exactly
as you hope tomorrow...
the truth is, it won't actually
make a blind bit of difference...
you're either made of the right
stuff or you're not.
I got you sardines.
You need fish oil.
You look knackered.
In fact, you should be in bed
by now.
You're as white as a sheet.
Do you know what time is it?
Bloody hell, Bert. You've got
an Olympic final in the morning.
What are you playin' at!?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Right. Well... Never mind, you know,
except it's same as your mum says...
certain things matter...
like not havin' any regrets
in your life. That's one of 'em.
And you've worked too hard all these
years to take any chances now, son.
So...
eat your food.
I'll have it in my room.
All right, love. I'm ready.
Love?
You've not changed.
I'm not coming.
What?
I'm staying here. But...
But nothing. I've made up my mind.
You gotta come.
No, I can't bear it!
You know how it upsets me.
only not today,
not the final.
I daren't.
You tell me how it went
when you get back.
How are you feeling?
Good. Good?
Good.
This is it, then.
You're top men.
Get away quick...
We know what to do.
We gotta pull together, Dickie,
if we're going to do this.
Only we are one! Already!
Cos of our dads. What?
Trying not to let them down
and hating them one minute
and loving them the next.
What are you on about?
My dad! And yours - Don!
I went to see him last night.
I'm not sure now's quite
the time to... Yes, it is.
It's exactly the time.
That's what I'm saying.
Cos we've both spent our whole lives
dealing with them and how they are.
Only, now, it's just us in the boat,
Dickie.
It's just you and me,
and that's enough.
It's more than enough,
cos we're a bloody good team.
Prime Minister.
I hardly dare tell him
how well the advertising's worked.
All that stuff in the programme? No.
I thought it was unlikely.
No... Amazing what these
companies will offer.
I can see it catching on.
'Sculling magnificently
'and past the finishing post,
'the winner by five or six lengths.
'The result of final
for the single sculls...
'MT Wood of Australia,
takes the gold medal,
'EG Risso of Uruguay, second,
and Catasta of Italy, third.'
Here you go, lads.
She's all ready.
Don't be sick.
Don't be sick.
Just breathe deep.
Look at your clogs,
you're all right.
Just breathe.
Big start. 40.
Settle.
Go when they go.
You call it.
Yep.
Smile.
Etes-vous prets?
Ready.
Partez!
The race is under way. Great Britain
are giving it a fair lick.
Maybe even inching it, in fact.
And Uruguay are not exactly
hanging about either.
They're catching them.
They're catching them.
Neck and neck. Neck and neck!
Bert!
Wait!
Soon. It's gotta be soon!
Don't bully it!
Now!
Hammer it!
They've overtaken them!
Sing...
Sing...
Sing...
Yeah!
Yes!
Yes!
Oh, yes! Oh, yes!
My dear old man.
'Result of the double sculls...
'BHT Bushnell and RD Burnell of
Great Britain win the gold medal.'
Lads!
You... buggers!
All down to you, Jack.
Great effort, great effort.
Not bad, lads. Not bad at all.
Enjoy it, Bert. Losing doesn't feel
so great. Congratulations.
Bad luck, mate.
Congratulations.
Well done, Richard.
'The medal ceremony,
for the men's double sculls...'
'Ladies and gentlemen,
'please stand for the national anthem
of Great Britain.'
Here, Dad.
Take this.
Take it!
I want you to have it...
please...
as a thank you.
We should go.
Hmm.
You keep saying that.
We should.
We'll never get to do this again,
will we...
walk out of a changing room
after we've beaten the world?
No.
But we can't stay here for ever.
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