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J.R. Don’t Fall Off

- [Indistinct chattering] - I can't watch this.

And neither of us has a fraction of that money.

[Speaks French]

Safe trip, boys.

Somethingroyal's foal is on its way.

♪ Holy infant so

When your son can finally get some energy out.

Yeah, Bull called me, but I tell you,

They think he wants Hasty Matilda's foal.

So now you've got the Horse of the Year, and I look foolish.

[Man] What are you doing? I don't pay you to dream, I pay you to work.

The kids could all do with a little responsibility.

I think he can go all the way.

You take that horse out one day, he's going to run faster the next.

Every bit of this is my business! Do you understand?

He was dishonest. He had to go. You came down here because of a trainer?

And every owner, every trainer, every jockey out there

My mother thought the world of you.

- Wow. She looks awesome. - [Boy 1] I can't believe she's on TV.

- But I can't. - You?

Trump advisors in October Let’s get this over with...

It's good you're home.

There's talk he could be Horse of the Year.

[Male announcer] Secretariat wins by three lengths!

wouldn't think of investing in him again, but you're bigger than that.

many ofthe owners conceding that

The big red colt won Horse of the Year, Daddy.

- The estate's vulnerable. - I will. I'll stay on him.

No son of Bold Ruler has ever won a single Triple Crown race.

[Mr. Keck] Look, Seth, I've been a part of lots of these deals,

We won! I knew you could do it, Mom!

but you don't need to worry about this right now.

I'm calling on behalf of Penny Chenery. We will call him back later. Thank you.

Let's take off this stupid... Paul. Where's Paul? Paul!

At the current value of his estate,

[Clears throat]

With three horses in, I'm going to give this to Chic Anderson

- What? - A colt stand up that fast.

It's art, honey.

what you're going to hear from the Secretariat people.

Second smart thing he did was he made a deal with Ogden Phipps.

Say that in English.

[Male announcer] The field is at the post. Chic Anderson with the call.

It's Secretariat with an impressive victory by two lengths.

- Have you ever seen that? - No. Not me.

That's what a horse notices.

- [Penny] Almost done. - [Jack] I know this is hard for you.

- Eddie? - No, ma'am. He's still off his feed.

That horse couldn't beat a fat man encased in cement

but you're a little short on people over there who know what they're doing.

It is not. And that's not why we're going.

The farm's in bad shape, as is Daddy.

He just won Preakness, like he won the Derby.

[Woman] Kate, Sarah, you have to leave in ten minutes.

- [Male announcer 5] Secretariat! - [Male announcer 6] Secretariat!

if he were sold today, Secretariat would bring a price of seven million dollars.

They're in the stretch. It's Secretariat on the outside to take the lead.

He's Secretariat.

- You're Bill... Nack, right? - Yes, ma'am.

- About what? - I wanted to ask you about that sale

Hollis. What are you doing here?

I've lost interest in racing. Don't even follow it anymore.

...make something work.

- No, thanks. - You scared of him?

I'm not selling him.

I heard that you carried the clippings from the big races that you lost.

And he's going to make your horse take dictation.

Now you run yours.

This is my son, Seth.

He leads it by a length.

We are going to see that horse run and win!

I didn't hold him back. I rode him the same way I always do.

[Chic] We're about ready to go as Ecole Etage...

and two more to go in the hamper, if you wouldn't mind.

I'll find a way. And if I can't, I'll live with it.

Sham holding in second.

If I have to challenge you in court on this, I will.

- I'm sorry. - No. Kate's play.

Miss Tweedy didn't hear me, so I'm going to make it very clear.

I suppose someone will have to clean up for the liquidation.

Gold Bag is up on the outside.

When your son has been stuck inside and in the car, but can finally get some energy out.

You've done it four.

In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground.

[Crowd cheering]

I'm all ears, Miss Ham.