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He lays against the back of that starting gate

Right up through there, that one's ours.

Have we made up our mind yet?

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

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

Well, I know this.

Sham pushes forward to challenge for the rail.

I've already won.

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

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

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

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

Give my regards to your father.

- [Penny groans] - [Both chuckle]

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

They are growing up. All of them.

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

We rest our horse, they push theirs.

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

[Man] OK, Big Red!

I wonder if you mightjust try it

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

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

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

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

Did I say number four?

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

who is the finest stallion of his generation.

"Secretariat Leaning Against The Back Of the Gate."

- Congratulations. - Mmm!

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

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

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

[Hollis] Great. I teach economics at Harvard,

- [Chuckles] - [Both speak French]

[Penny] Thank you, Miss Ham.

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

- Call. - [Ogden] Heads.

- Twenty-six lengths! - Whoo-hoo!

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

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

Hollis said you found her.

I believe that this race is going to prove

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

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

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

Could I talk with you a moment? In private?

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

What is it, Lucien? What's wrong?

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

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

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

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

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

You're great with young horses.

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

[All murmuring]

[Phone ringing]

dispersal of the farm would be left to Hollis.

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

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

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

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

Ronnie, don't fall off!

- Hmm. - [Announcer continues, indistinct]

- Good luck. - [Exhales heavily]

[Down-tempo music plays]

Apparently, I do

[Indistinct chatter]

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

I'm not afraid. Neither are they.

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

[Speaks French]

Of course he did.

How many times has she done this?

What makes this race different?

- Oh. - What's wrong?

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

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

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

The tails side is very nice.

then you had better figure out what happened today

because they're smart with their money.

No. It was my fault.

It's your day, baby.

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

- Come on. - Yes.

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

Where does Bull Hancock eat lunch?

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