Louis Cyr Page #3

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from Quebec City, your idol,

David "Baby" Michaud!

And from Montreal, Louis Cyr.

Shake hands.

Ladies and gentlemen, the first

feat of strength: The one-arm lift.

Baby Michaud, starting at 158 pounds.

A successful lift of 158 pounds!

A successful lift of 218 pounds!

Four...

Five...

I'm not feeling well.

I've been informed that

Baby Michaud has an injury.

According to the rules, an

injury voids the challenge.

You're a bunch of cheaters!

Calm down! Please calm down!

Is it a forfeit? Does he forfeit?

Michaud forfeits!

Let's go!

- All right, that's enough!

Unbelievable!

Congratulations! You're

the Canadian champion.

Here's your belt, your $500.

Well done. Goodbye.

How's that for glory, eh?

All right, let's go home.

Hold on a second.

You should be proud.

Well done, is what I'm trying to say.

Thanks, Gus.

- Yeah, congratulations!

It's quite a feat!

A whole 7 pounds...

Are you mocking me?

Apparently, there's

something new in your home.

She's a quick one!

She decided to arrive ahead of time.

Look, Lili, it's your daddy.

The strongest man in Canada.

Lili?

Well, miliana, like we said.

But it seems a bit long

for this little thing.

You waiting for her to come to you?

No, no...

She can't be too heavy for you! Come on!

She has her father's hands!

He never mentioned his ulcer after that,

except to say that it

was cured by that baby.

You.

He sure knew how to thank me.

- Don't talk that way.

You're not the one

trapped inside these walls.

Didn't you bring something for me?

Don't you want to hear the rest?

After his win in Quebec City,

his life was a whirlwind.

A Canadian tour, an American

tour. He broke records everywhere.

Politicians, the press,

charities, sponsors...

everyone wanted a piece of him.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, but miliana

isn't giving interviews yet.

Will you be all right?

- Yes.

Today's a big day. Not too nervous?

No.

This way, this way.

Is he here?

Oh, Louis! My Louis...

If your mother could see you now...

Hey, big bro'.

Pierrot?

Pierre.

No, Pierrot!

Your granddaughter, miliana.

Lili.

Hello, Lili.

I don't mean to interrupt,

but we should go,

the Prime Minister

wishes to shake his hand.

Yeah.

We don't want to keep the

Prime Minister waiting.

...to pay tribute to

a man who brings honour

to our province and to our race.

A man that all of Canada

can be proud to call its own.

Mr. Prime Minister,

honourable dignitaries,

without further delay, Mr. Louis Cyr!

Bravo!

- Bravo!

To highlight your many accomplishments

and your contribution to promoting

the French Canadian nation,

the St-Jean-Baptiste

Society is proud

to give you this honorary belt.

Thank you, Louis Cyr. Long may you live!

Thank you very much.

Mr. Cyr! Mr. Cyr!

- Hello.

Let us through, please.

Thank you very much.

Are you proud of this achievement?

Absolutely, yes. Thank you.

Nice belt, Mr. Cyr!

Thank you, sir.

What's that worth on the world stage?

No one on the planet is

stronger than Louis Cyr!

I'm not sure Eugen Sandow would

agree. He's quite an athlete!

The American tour we are setting

up will prove who's the strongest.

Those tours are just circus

acts. They don't prove anything!

I'll show you a circus act.

- Pierrot!

You're right.

This belt isn't worth anything.

I have to give it value.

Who's Fox?

- An American promoter.

Who is Eugen Sandow?

Don't you read the paper?

He's all the rage in Europe.

He claims to be the strongest

man in the universe! Honestly!

We have other fish to fry!

Are we leaving?

- Yes.

Come on!

OK, whoa, that's enough!

No, keep going!

Louis!

Lili, no!

You OK?

- Yes.

Daddy! Are you all right?

Yes, Lili, Daddy's all right.

It's just that Daddy

asked his saddle maker:

"Joe, are you sure the

stitching is strong enough?"

And Joe said:

"It's as strong as you are, Louis. "

Excuse me, would you be

kind enough to sign this?

It's for my son. He's in the hospital.

It'd be my pleasure.

Could you write him a note?

It would make him so happy.

That's not really my thing.

- He admires you so!

I wouldn't know what to say.

- Nothing fancy.

I said no!

You write something.

What's his name?

Jean.

Aren't you tired of wasting your time?

Me I'm just a factory

worker and that's all right.

But you have a gift.

One that could take you to the top.

Circus acts are fine,

but I'm talking about the world title.

And this is how to get there.

You can prove that we can be the

best in the world at something.

You owe us that much...

me, dad, and every French

Canadian who watches you.

I'm warning you:

Move your ass or I'll kick

it straight to the moon.

You can't be that excited

to go back to Lowell.

You nuts? We can't wait

to get back to our hovel!

Hey...

Dad, i spoke to Mo

Lamothe, our neighbour.

He's selling his farm. It's

a nice, big lot of land.

If you want it... it's yours.

Of course he wants it. Right, Dad?

Are you serious?

I can't accept that.

Sure, you can! He's just emotional.

Do you mind?

We'll think about it.

Well, have a nice trip.

We hope to see you soon.

You big old bastard!

- Bye, Pierrot.

- Bye.

See you soon.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

It was a surprise.

That's not what i meant.

Louis, i love you whether

you know how to read or not.

Don't be silly...

i've suspected as much for a while.

You really believe all that?

Before long, you'll be

able to read it yourself.

I'll show you how.

Horace has been trying for years.

It just doesn't sink in for me.

Well, Horace is Horace.

And I'm me.

What about our tour?

The Eastern States?

The Maritimes? Ontario?

Do you know how much we'll lose?

- I don't care.

You didn't talk that way back

when you needed an advance!

You've made a fortune off my

husband, he owes you nothing.

Can you book a theater in London?

Do you know any promoters there?

Have you ever set foot in Europe?

We can do it all here!

Sandow will never take up a

challenge from the colonies.

Mr. Lambert, Louis is

a future world champion.

His path is set. You

must understand that.

Of course, i understand.

That doesn't mean that i accept it.

NEW YORK, United States

i can beat him, damn it!

- Louis!

What? Am i embarrassing you?

All right, we didn't come here

to talk literature, did we?

"I am fair, O mortals!

"Like a dream carved in stone,

"And my breast where each one

in turn has bruised himself

"Is made to inspire in the poet a love

As eternal and silent as matter. "

The Flowers of Evil.

You speak French?

It's yours.

Thank you.

Hello!

- Hello!

Good trip?

Long trip!

I'll bet.

I have a surprise for you,

but i don't want to say more.

We're tired, Horace.

It's worth it. Come on.

Just a second.

You ready?

- Yeah.

Are you crazy? Her spine! Let go!

I'm strong, aren't I?

- You really are your father's girl!

135 pounds is nothing! She

lifted 150 this morning!

I'm going to be the

strongest in the world!

Oh yeah?

Another one who wants

to be just like you.

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