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