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Miss, you're not hearing me. A trainer makes his living off commissions.
- Can you hear? - Yeah, I hear!
Lot of track today, Red. A lot of track.
Oh, yeah. Right. Well, definitely watch out for number four.
All due respect, but I got a pretty good handle on where I want to be.
[Man shouting] You got a problem?
We'll take 'em.
[Male announcer] Only five horses in the field today,
The new colt runs his first race on the fourth.
Nobody has.
Secretariat and Sham locked in a deadly duel.
the imaginations of Americans
So get ready!
Secretariat settling in at the rear of the pack.
Whoo! All right!
There you go, boy.
Sham pressing Secretariat even faster.
He's going out too fast!
Shecky Greene sprinting to the front, Royal and Regal just behind.
His name is Secretariat.
OK. Bye.
It's bad business to come to a barn, interrupt a trainer's work.
this is a match race between Secretariat and Sham.
So you've asked my husband to become your ally in this?
For the early lead, that's Deadly Dream. On the outside, Ecole Etage.
And you about to see something
He likes to show off, doesn't he?
That's what makes it exciting, Seth. Horseracing's all about excitement.
[Laughs] No, sir, he's not for sale.
He sees what matters to him, ma'am. What's immediate.
Penny, darling. Darling.
And my father's trust in you was... is absolute.
- Really? - Yeah!
- OK. - Oh, by the way, Miss Ham called.
[Penny] Yes. Instead of paying a stud fee,
[Shouts] All right, Sham! Way to go!
Fore!
Secretariat pulling away!
He's overtaking the field, passing Joe lz, Tropic Action,
...and work is good for grief.
Mr. Laurin, two of our mares are pregnant by Bold Ruler
I knew you couldn't stay retired, after I saw your golf swing.
now approaching Blackthorn.
about selling our horses for twice the price they were going to pay us.
He cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
"You got married."
It's never been done. But that doesn't mean it won't work.
Dad says it's Commie crap.
He's getting ready now to make the walk across to the saddling area.
[Seth] Yes, Mr. Cleaver, it's lots of money. But my father used to tell me
Do you think he'll be OK?
Do you give the horse his strength?
Excuses, excuses, excuses!
♪ Holy night
He does not shy away from the sword.
[Indistinct chatter]
along with the flashing spear and lance.
Hey! Hey!
His name is Secretariat And he’s gonna make your horse take dictation
OK, Eddie.
instead of being the man who lost Secretariat in the past,
It's experimental. Has to do with Christmas and lots of things.
So that's who we'll choose.
I'm wondering how it is that Mr. Tweedy could take sides against me.
The old man, your father? Ask him.
[Eddie] Come on, Red.
Come on, Big Red!
[Horse grunting]
single-turn sprint for two-year-olds.
you don'tjust make us fools, you make us beggars.
Big old Red done ate his breakfast this morning!
But here comes Secretariat! He's moving fast! And he's going to the outside...
I wanted to write about the other end of the horse.
Hey, Daddy. I brought you some company.
When the teacher saw what we were doing... Dad, can we, like, sue them?
[Man] Come on, Big Red!
[Thunder rumbles]
It's family business.
They're fine. I left Denver before I heard the news.
Next time we'll bury him even worse!
We're very excited.
LAURIN
I've read you. You write like a poet. Why do you do this?
- Fore! - Russ Miron on the inside.
Lfwe don't play this right, it could amount to nothing.
The only thing she hates worse than talking about herself is backing down.
It ain't big enough for Red. Maybe he's still hiding fat from the winter.
- Miss Chenery? - Mr. Turcotte. Oh, I'm so sorry.
I'm Arthur Hancock.
Y’all bout to see something That you aint never even seen before!
I don't think he the one going to get hurt, Doc.
Angle Light holding on to the lead now.
Settling into second, Torsion. Sham has good position, third on the rail,
Hippies are running from paying the price of freedom.
Yeah, and the Belmont is the graveyard of speed horses.