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[All murmuring]

Hollis said you found her.

There are a lot of good horsemen think it can't be done anymore.

Right up through there, that one's ours.

Did I say number four?

No. It was my fault.

- Call. - [Ogden] Heads.

- Congratulations. - Mmm!

- And they're off! - Yeah, he goes right to the back.

- [Chuckles] - [Both speak French]

Apparently, I do

Could I talk with you a moment? In private?

for half ofwhat they're worth. Mom had to step in and stop him, and now...

Secretariat has now won the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness Stakes,

I wonder if you mightjust try it

I've already won.

What makes this race different?

[Penny] He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing.

All right, then. I'll see you in the morning.

[Indistinct chatter]

Where does Bull Hancock eat lunch?

[Speaks French]

Let me ask you something. Why did you choose me?

dispersal of the farm would be left to Hollis.

- Good luck. - [Exhales heavily]

[Ronnie] OK, Red. Let's go get them!

- Oh. - What's wrong?

Secretariat on the outside, now getting the lead by a head.

It's been losing money hand over fist for years now.

Miss Penny, your mama was a fine woman. I just feel real bad for Mr. Chenery.

You keep staring into your coffee. Are you worried about Red?

Have we made up our mind yet?

Well, I know this.

They are growing up. All of them.

I'm not afraid. Neither are they.

It's your day, baby.

Hey, John. How would you like to come with me and see a horse being born?

- Quit sneaking around. Got it? Listen. - Yes.

Uniting them in one great battle cry: Go, Secretariat, go!

He lays against the back of that starting gate

who is the finest stallion of his generation.

of those broodmares that my mother stopped a few weeks ago.

I believe that this race is going to prove

I will not live the rest of my life in regret!

I knew he was going to do it. I knew he was going to do it.

Daddy made a deal to breed Phipps' best stallion with our two best mares.

Three years ago I would've said that a racehorse didn't care who his owner was.

The tails side is very nice.

- Oh... Lucien... - Forget it.

Give my regards to your father.

We rest our horse, they push theirs.

Here's the race, folks. Secretariat trying to hold it.

but if you presume to judge my fitness as a wife or mother

And the sons of Bold Ruler, they're long on speed, but short on stamina.

- Tweedy residence. This is she. - War protester in a Christmas pageant?

with five and eight along with him. And watch out for number one.

I've really laughed, in a... Since I don't remember when.

You're great with young horses.

Every single one of them has failed to win the Triple Crown.

...Miss Chenery and Mrs. Tweedy have always been the same person.

Ronnie, don't fall off!

because they're smart with their money.

Let me tell you something about all this talk about super-horse.

- [Penny groans] - [Both chuckle]

Hasty Matilda is eight years old. She's still young.

Your daughters have something they want to talk to you about.

How many times has she done this?

I told her this was a gentleman's club, and she just...

Told her I was taller when I stood on my wallet.

- Not Gewurztraminer, only Riesling. - Mom, can we have pancakes?

- [Starting bell] - And they're off!

[Down-tempo music plays]

Turcotte and Edward say he's the smartest horse they've ever seen.

- Come on. - Yes.

What is it, Lucien? What's wrong?

[Hollis] Great. I teach economics at Harvard,

[Phone ringing]

Of course he did.

then you had better figure out what happened today

And it was a powerhouse race again by the big, strong Secretariat.

I'm wondering why it had to be my mother who stopped the sale and not you.

- Ronnie! Going to have some lunch? - Mrs. Tweedy.

Sham pushes forward to challenge for the rail.

[Penny] Thank you, Miss Ham.

I've been through the stud books, Jack. Bold Ruler, that's the sire.

- Hmm. - [Announcer continues, indistinct]

"Secretariat Leaning Against The Back Of the Gate."

[Man] OK, Big Red!

- What did Lucien say? - That you're hard as nails.

- Twenty-six lengths! - Whoo-hoo!