There's Big Nose out in front of the pack
by three lengths,
pushing early just beyond the second turn.
Running hard to the rail.
Now it's Daksha pulling around,
My Lucky Stars, just to the inside of Snowclash.
Daksha will be in mid-pack as they race for the turn,
it's Larold Stevens and Snowclash in front!
But now, it's Daksha pulling ahead!
Daksha storming down the final stretch!
Alice Budd is trying to close the gap!
Daksha, down to the 16th pole, in front, running hard!
Snowclash is to the outside, tries to catch a break,
but it's Daksha!
To win the Belmont!
[Stop watch clicking.]
Easy, easy, easy.
How was he?
Thirty-four, unchanged.
It's not good enough.
It was good enough to win the Derby and the Preakness.
Yeah, but it's not good enough for Belmont, I mean,
that's such a long race.
He's got to have endurance.
Daksha's not back to peak yet.
Just a little tired, aren't you, baby?
He's more than tired, Rae, you know it.
Just give him a chance to show you what he's made of.
Alice, you know it's vital that we win Belmont tomorrow.
Yes, of course.
I need to know that you're gonna do your best
to bring home that Triple Crown.
Otherwise, I'm going to find me a new Jockey
faster than you can spit.
Rae, I always ride to win, you know that.
You're gonna be making history.
For Daksha and for yourself.
Well...
We hope.
Come on.
That's my girl, hmm?
I'll see you at breakfast.
- See you then. - See you later, Daksha.
[Sound of hooves against stable floor.]
♪ [Suspenseful music comes up.]
Good boy.
[Sound of horse braying.]
How'd you get out, huh?
[Sound of other horses' hooves against stable floor.]
[Stable door closing.]
Someone's in the barn.
Stay with Daksha.
Okay.
[Sound of telephone dialing.]
The horses are loose in the barn! We need help,
Okay? We need help!
[Alarm ringing.]
[Sound of alarm ringing and horses trotting away.]
Frank, look.
It's the stable.
I see.
Help! Help, someone! Help!
♪ [Dramatic music comes up.]
You know what this will do to your face, little girl?
Okay.
[Horseshoe striking man.] Oh!
Get the girl and the horse out of here!
[Sounds of violent struggle.]
Frank!
Let's go!
[Sound of powerful kick.]
[Sound of blow to Frank's head.]
[Sound of rapid-fire nail gun.]
[Sound of vicious blow to Frank's head.]
[Sound of Frank's powerful kicks.]
[Sound of SUV starting engine and accelerating rapidly.]
Mr. Martin,
Rae Henson.
Talk about good timing.
It's a pleasure. My associate, Jules Faroux.
- Ma'am. - How are you?
How's the injured guard doing?
He's got a concussion,
but the doctor said he'll be okay.
- How are you doing? - Fine, thank you.
I got round-the-clock security and still this bastard manages
to sneak in here.
I'd be dead by now if you hadn't shown up.
So would Daksha.
It was a pretty bold attack.
They've already tried poisoning his feed,
leaving nails on the track.
But now they're desperate.
Only 24 hours...
Belmont.
Who's "they"?
I got my ideas.
But I can't be certain.
And your best guess?
Howard Woyczyk.
He's a casino operator.
Pretty shady character.
What makes you think it's him?
If Daksha weren't in the race,
his horse, Snowclash, would be favored to win.
Whoever it was,
someone's been sending these threatening text messages to my phone all week.
I'd like to take a look at those messages.
We might be able to track them.
Chances are they're from a throwaway, but you never know.
My phone's in the kitroom.
Great.
Look, all that really matters is that you get that animal
safely to the track first thing tomorrow morning, Mr. Martin.
I'll do my best.
But I'd advise you to call the police.
That's exactly what Woyczyk wants us to do.
Create controversy, distraction.
I'd say he's done enough of that already, Ms. Henson.
It's only another 24 hours.
We just need to keep our eyes on the prize.
Plenty of time for the police after.
So you're a jockey?
Yeah.
That's cool. I didn't know there were any female jockeys.
Yeah, there aren't.
And I would be the first to win the Triple Crown.
Wow...
That's amazing.
Yeah, you could say that.
Do you actually know what the Triple Crown is?
No.
[Giggling.] Okay. It's when the same horse wins
the biggest three races of the year.
So, it's Kentucky Derby, Preakness,
and Belmont Stakes.
That must be pretty hard to do.
Yeah...
No one's done it in nearly 40 years.
But Daksha and I have got a shot.
If anyone can get you there tomorrow, it's Frank.
He's that good, huh?
Yeah, and he's competitive, like yourself.
He doesn't like to lose.
Yeah, it was a throwaway. Just like I thought.
Hey, whoa, it's good.
Of course, there's a horse trailer.
But what's with the cargo truck?
It's a blind.
We'll be less vulnerable in two vehicles.
That makes sense?
How is he on a long journey?
Well, he doesn't much like them, but...
12 hours should be okay.
It's going to be longer than that.
What on earth for?
Interstate's the shortest route, but it's not the safest.
Mr. Martin, he's got a race to run.
12 hours is about all he can take.
Can you stay with the horse while it's being loaded?
Yeah, sure.
- I need a word in private. - Okay.
This isn't like transporting a person or a package.
Yes, I get that.
Usually on a job, I can take evasive action,
but on this one I can't,
not without risking injury to the horse.
I was promised you'd get him to the track,
rested and ready.
I'll get him there. If you let me do it my way.
And what exactly is your way?
By not telling you or anyone else how I'm gonna do it.
Well, is there anything you can tell us?
That I'll get him there, safe and sound.
Do you have any idea how much that horse is worth, Mr. Martin?
I'm told 10 million.
Three times that in stud fees if he wins tomorrow.
We will see you at Belmont Park tomorrow morning.
Bright and early.
All set?
Yeah, ready to go.
You'll ride in the trailer with me, Miss Budd.
- Okay. - Jules'll take the cargo truck.
I'm counting on you, darling.
You take good care of our baby now.
Later.
♪ [Bluegrass music comes up.]
♪ [Bluegrass music fades out.]
I would've thought Daksha would be upset after this morning.
He's so quiet back there.
Perfect passenger.
You're obviously devoted to him.
Yeah well, Daksha's an incredible horse.
I've been training with him since he was a yearling, so...
He's pretty much my best friend.
Have you ever lost a package?
Not yet.
Do you ever ride horses?
I stick to cars.
[SUV accelerating.]
Where's Jules going?
He's gone to run an errand.
♪ [Dramatic music comes up.]
It's about time.
Is that the guy from this morning?
Same vehicle.
You don't seem surprised.
I'm not.
What are you going to do?
Take him for a ride.
You can't outrun a 4x4 in this thing.
I don't intend to.
I don't understand.
[Sound of SUV banging horse trailer.]
Daksha!
[Sound of SUV side-swiping horse trailer.]
[Wild honking from approaching car.]
Frank!
Slow down!
[Another side-swiping bang.]
You can't drive like this. You'll hurt Daksha.
[Sound of racing engines, gnashing metal, screaming tires.]
[Sound of door cracking man's head.]
[Sound of powerful punches, body shots.]
[Another blow from door.]
Where's Daksha?
Well, well, well.
Why am I not surprised?
You know him?
Tommy Sands.
Third-rate talent, all-around son of a bitch.
Nice to see you too, Rae.
What's your connection?
He used to train horses for my daddy.
Until he started taking bribes to throw races.
But this is low.
Even for you.
Wearing a mask over your head.
Killing horses for a living.
No, not for a living.
Maybe for fun.
Christ!
Who're you working for, Sands?
No, no, don't tell me.
It's alright, I already know:
Howard Woyczyk.
I'm not talking.
Except to the cops.
The cops?
Damn straight.
You're the one who's breaking the law here,
holding me against my will.
It's kidnapping.
Well?
Let's keep him here until we deliver the horse.
Gladly.
It'll make a great headline.
Horse wins Triple Crown,
owner jailed for kidnapping.
Put a gag on that man.
Now we know who's trying to kill my horse.
Remains a mystery where Daksha is.
Well, Mr. Martin doesn't seem to want to tell us,
but I'm guessing Jules put him in the cargo truck.
That's right.
And you figured Sands would follow us.
Seemed like a fair assumption, yeah.
Yeah but why would you keep it a secret from me and from Alice?
You don't trust us?
I don't share information unless I need to.
What is that, a rule of yours or something?
You're in debt, are you not, Ms. Henson?
And how do you know that?
My team vetted the job,
before I accepted.
Yeah.
I'm not ashamed of it.
A horse like Daksha comes along maybe once in a lifetime.
Well worth sinking everything I own into him.
The reason I ask is that the horse could lose tomorrow,
whereas an insurance company claim would be a sure thing.
What are you insinuating?
If I was interested in the insurance money,
why would I hire a transporter to protect him?
Well, to make it look like you're innocent.
If you're counting on
my failure to deliver.
I'm afraid I'm not that clever, Mr. Martin.
Besides, as Alice will tell you,
I don't like to lose...
Ever.
Now, would you please go and get my horse?
We have a race to win.
We'll do that.
Yeah! Go, go, go, go, go!
You son of a bitch!
Damn, he's fast!
34, Mr. Woyczyk.
He's a goddamn lightning bolt.
He's gonna make you proud tomorrow.
He bloody well better, man.
The grand old lady of Kentucky herself.
Hello, Rae.
This has gone far enough, Howard.
I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.
I'm sure you do.
We need to talk.
I'm listening.
No, face-to-face.
Yeah, when?
Where?
One hour, Lanefield Road.
Sure, I'll be there.
Is everything alright, Mr. Woyczyk?
Actually, Jeff,
I think things are about to get a whole lot better.
Everything okay?
- Fine. - How's Daksha?
He's doing alright.
How's he been?
I don't know, he didn't say anything.
Oh, I did see him twitch though.
- A twitch? - Yeah, when I looked back,
his hind legs were sort of twitching weirdly.
Yeah, he's been cooped up in here for hours, right?
Is it alright if I take him for a little break, Mr. Martin?
Sure. Just a short one.
Hey.
Oh, hey.
I was just about to give him a carrot... Do you wanna try?
Uh yeah, sure.
How do I...
Here, you gotta hold your hand out flat, like a tray.
Okay.
And then he doesn't get your fingers.
Wow.
Yeah.
Yeah, wouldn't want that. I'd be out of a job.
Oh yeah, computer guy, of course.
Yeah.
Computers,
cars, anything mechanical.
Animals, not so much.
Animals are my whole world.
I'd do just about anything for this horse.
I can see that. He seems pretty special.
World-class racer, right?
Yeah, it's more than that, you know?
You spend so much time together,
you build up a relationship with a horse like this.
He's pretty much my best friend.
What's wrong?
Oh...
I was just thinking of something Rae told me one time.
"To be a winner, you have to put yourself first.
"You have to be a little ruthless."
It's tough to be selfish like that, you know?
But Belmont's a big race, it's really important.
It's really competitive.
So...
You gotta be on your game.
Yeah.
- Yeah. - Jules!
Alice!
Time to go.
- Should get going. - Yeah.
♪ [Sound of country western music comes up.]
- You better wake her up. - Why?
Pull over for gas.
Whoo! You look good, Rae.
Cut the crap, Howard.
I don't know why
you insist on treating me like the enemy, cause I'm not.
I know what you're doing.
You call off your dogs, and I won't call the cops.
I honestly don't know what you're talking about.
Tommy Sands has been trying to kill Daksha.
You've been paying him to do it.
But I did hear about the attacks on your horse.
And I'm real sorry, Rae.
Daksha's a hell of a fine horse.
You and I both know, Snowclash is second favorite.
You want him to be first.
That only happens if Daksha doesn't run.
Honey, I got no problem with Daksha running.
Because if he does, I make even more money.
I just wanna minimize our mutual risk.
Our mutual risk?
Okay, what I'm about to say to you
is a conversation that never happened.
I'm listening.
Let Snowclash win tomorrow
and you'll have more money than you'll ever need.
How do you figure that?
I own a string of casinos, several internet gambling sites...
Bets can be made under false names, all for Snowclash,
the second favorite, to win.
If we double down, we stand to make...
Who knows how much?
It's not gonna do us much good if we're both in prison.
It's a risk, I'll grant you.
But really,
you can't afford not to take it, Rae.
I know the bank's about to foreclose on your farm.
Even if Daksha won tomorrow,
you'd have to sell him.
Just to pay off the bank.
That is one thing I will never do.
Aw, hell, I know you love your horse, Rae.
But, I also know you're desperate.
Desperate enough to hire Sands yourself.
I didn't hire Sands and you know it.
Now, you are the one who is up to your eyeballs in debt.
And all your casinos and gaming sites,
they don't bring in half as much as you need to pay 'em off.
I think you're the one who really needs the money.
I'll tell you something...
Snowclash is fast as hell,
he may win tomorrow whether Daksha runs or not.
What makes you think I'd ever cut a deal with you?
Well, you're here, aren't you?
You didn't go to the police with your crazy theories.
You came to me.
And you know what?
I think we'd make a pretty good team.
Think about it, Rae.
I'll be here if you want to talk.
What are you doing?
What?
You've never tried hot sauce-maple syrup on them?
No.
Oh, it's fantastic. You gotta try it.
No.
No, I can't, I gotta watch my weight.
I'm not allowed to eat.
Oh come on, it's like a Canadian tradition.
Seriously, try it. It's really, really good.
Okay.
- Right? - That's disgusting.
- Yeah? - Yeah, that's gross.
Sorry.
Do I have something on my face?
No, no.
So, how did you get into computers?
Oh...
I always liked knowing how things worked.
It's not that crazy, it's just...
like learning a new language, you know?
I know it is, nobody... I don't understand computers.
I don't know anyone who understands computers.
- Do you want more coffee? - Oh yeah, please.
- Thanks. - All right y'all, enjoy.
So how did you get into horse-racing?
[Sighing.]
I just loved horses, you know?
Every kid loves horses, but I just,
wanted to be around them all the time.
I didn't care about playing with my friends,
I just wanted to be around horses so...
So, I got into riding really young and then
Rae took me on, really young,
I started working in the stable,
and training all the time, basically.
Yeah.
Yeah, sort a like...
like me with cars.
I always loved them and as soon as
I looked under the hood and I saw that engine
for the first time, It's weird...
I knew exactly where everything went
and what its function was, you know?
- Yeah. - Just made sense.
I feel that way about horses...
A lot of people think they're so unpredictable,
but I've never found it that way.
More than that...
I just really like making
machines work better, faster.
It's like a real buzz.
Same as horse-racing.
Yeah.
We have to go.
I'll tell her.
Alice?
Hey, we're heading out. Everything alright?
Yep.
Yep, it's all good.
Cool.
Shhh.
[Sound of horse braying softly.]
[TV announcer.] ...I Will Survive.
Senator Sam running well off the pace today,
and the trailer is Cammie Crenshaw on Yo Money.
So Yoda will be in mid-pack as they race for the turn,
and it's Larry Johnson and Heart of Glass in front.
Twenty-three and four, the opening quarter mile
and the lead is two lengths.
Golden Eye right behind, under Casey Marcos
running in second position.
Thunder Five is third, four and a half lengths off the lead.
Then to the outside comes Stormyweather.
What?
He's kept to the inside right now...
I can't breathe man. I can't.
I can't breathe!
...in between horses, and now gets Yoda to the outside
and into the third position as Heart of Glass
continues to lead the way...
Oh thanks, pal. I can't breathe, man.
- I'm suffocating. - Okay...
You don't speak.
- Got it? - Yeah.
...and he's going to get shuffled back
a little bit more there. He lost time,
Thunder Five is now second on the rail,
Golden Eye is in third and now Yoda's gonna have...
Hey, pal, I can make you some easy money.
What did I just tell you?
Yoda is losing ground to the...
Want me to put that gag back in your mouth?
No, seriously.
I know who's going to win the next race.
How do you know that?
Acid Chevrons.
I fixed it.
I got a bookie you can call.
That tip'll pay you 40 to 1.
And it's Heart of Glass...!
No, thanks.
Come on, pal, it's easy money.
I said no thanks.
Suit yourself.
Larry Johnson wins the Prairie Sun
by at least a length over Stormy Weather!
- Oh, sorry about that. - Oh no, really, it's no problem.
Where are we?
Just at a gas station. Frank's filling up.
Okay...
- I'm just gonna go get some... - Yeah, sure.
Oh, you...
[Drone of TV announcer in background.]
I'm not feeling good.
You shut the fuck up, please.
No, seriously.
I got Type 1 diabetes.
You're full of shit.
I should have my insulin, I haven't had it today.
I'm not joking.
Should've had it hours ago.
You don't want me going into...
a state of shock, do you?
...Easy Pace for D.C. Powers and Acid Chevrons,
Circle Dance will be close, and he's in between two horses,
he's going to get shuffled...
Where is it?
What?
Your needle, where is it?
It's in my pocket.
Left pocket.
...Back to sixth on the inside.
Around the far turn, it's Acid Chevrons still in the lead,
Silver Streaks, Make My Day is third...
Thanks, I appreciate it, brother.
I'm not your brother. Shut the fuck up.
...Circle Dance puts in an all-out drive,
but he's not gonna get there today...
There ain't nothing in here.
[Sound of powerful head butt and kick to body.]
[Sound of chair smashing against wall.]
[Sound of shattering glass.]
I told you.
We're all set. Where's Alice?
[Deep sigh.]
What's the matter?
I found this in her bag.
[Sound of car security system.]
[Sound of SUV starting up.]
What's the matter?
- Where'd you get that from? - Found it in your bag.
- You're going through my things? - No, it fell out.
So what is this? Performance-enhancing drugs, steroids, what?
No, of course not.
Well?
Remember how we told you that they were trying to kill Daksha?
They put the nails on the track and they poisoned his feed?
- Yeah. - Well, they nearly succeeded.
He got into the feed, he colicked.
We've been treating him with betamine but he's still at risk.
What kind of a risk?
His heart.
Would that explain the twitching that I saw?
So that's medicine?
Yes.
Wouldn't it show up in a drug test or screening?
No, it's legal. He can race with it in his system.
Why didn't you just tell us?
Because Rae didn't want anyone to know.
Why not?
Because...
He's not a hundred percent.
I mean the vet says he's clear but...
I know this horse.
He's not himself.
But he's well enough to race?
Daksha could be the first horse
in nearly forty years to win a Triple Crown, or that...
Either that or the risk could kill him.
And you're willing to take that chance?
It's Rae's decision.
Mr. Martin, it's Rae Henson.
My guard's in hospital.
Sands escaped.
When?
It's kind of hard to say.
My guy's still unconscious.
Okay.
- Mr. Martin. - Yep.
Howard Woyczyk is definitely behind this.
- You said you suspected as much. - But now, I'm sure.
He made me a rather interesting offer.
Fixing the odds on the computerized bets
if I let Snowclash win tomorrow.
What'd you say?
I refused, naturally.
Okay, thanks for the heads-up.
♪ [Dark, menacing music comes up.]
[Sound of cell phone ringing.]
Where the hell are you?
I got a little tied up, but I'm on the road now.
On the road where?
Outside Philly.
You mean you haven't even stopped this transporter yet?
I got guys checking the interstate,
but he must be sticking to back roads.
You know what time it is?
It's less than twelve hours until the race.
I'll stop him.
Oh, I hope you do.
And before he gets to New York City
or I'm gonna be out twenty million!
Don't you worry, Mr. Woyczyk.
He can't stay on back roads forever.
Now what's that supposed to mean?
It means, if you wanna stop this guy,
I'm gonna need more resources.
[Sound of truck cruising along.]
How much longer you think till we get there?
Should be in the city in about an hour.
We'll be on time then.
Early even.
You'll be alright to race? You haven't got much sleep.
I'll be okay.
How about him?
I don't know.
Sometimes I think I'm doing the wrong thing racing him.
I keep asking myself, you know...
Am I doing it for Rae?
She's put everything into it.
Am I doing it for me?
Or am I doing it for...
For Daksha? I mean he's...
He's born to run this race.
I guess that's what you meant earlier when you talked about
how hard it is being selfish sometimes.
We've got a problem.
What? It's just construction.
It's a setup.
Sands?
How did he know we'd be here?
We couldn't take these back roads forever. He knew that.
Well, let's just blow past them.
I can't. Not without risking injury to the horse.
So you're just stopping?
Uh-huh.
Well, hello, Mr. Fancypants...
Let's step outside,
with your hands in the air.
[Sound of truck door hitting Sands.]
[Sound of powerful head punch.]
[Sound of wild gunfire.]
[Sound of hard elbow butt.]
[Sound of body kick, pistol flying.]
[Another hard elbow blow.]
[Sounds of violent fist fight.]
[More powerful punches.]
[Sound of sharp kicks to head and body.]
[Frank bouncing off truck.] Frank!
[Powerful kick, board whipping air.]
Alice, c'mon!
[Sound of board whipping the air.]
Get the horse!
You come with me!
[Sound of board smashing Stop sign.]
[Powerful blow with board.]
[Sound of blows with stop sign.]
[Sound of hard body blow.]
Hands in the air.
[Sound of Stop sign hitting asphalt.]
Do it now, or I'll blow her brains out.
Well, if you put it that way.
I should just kill you now after the ass-whipping you gave me.
- Your call. - All in good time.
Now I need you to bring me the horse.
And no tricks this time.
If you'd please...
Mind if I just get the keys out of my pocket?
Careful.
[Sound of Jules screaming, horse hooves on asphalt.]
Let's go.
C'mon!
[Sound of pistol shots.]
[Sound of Daksha galloping.]
[Motorcyle starting, more pistol shots.]
[Motorcycle accelerating rapidly.]
[Another pistol shot.]
[Hard kick to Sands, motorcycle zooming off.]
[Sound of another pistol shot.]
Hold on!
Okay!
Whoah! Whoah!
♪ [Wild rock n' roll music comes up.]
[Motorcycle speeding.]
[Sound of Daksha galloping.]
Whoah, whoah, whoah!
Oh!
Oh my God.
I can't believe you just did that.
Yeah...
Neither can I.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I think so.
That's amazing.
Thank you so much.
- Yeah. - You saved him.
Okay.
You're okay, right?
It's just he's got a bit of a...
A bit of discharge.
Is that bad?
I don't know.
You okay, boy?
Let's get him back to the truck.
- Okay. - Okay.
Jump on.
Alice? Where are you?
- We're just outside New York. - Oh, good, you're close.
Everything alright?
- Not exactly. - What? What is it?
It's Daksha.
What happened? Is he hurt?
No, nothing like that.
We got him away from Sands and his men,
but he's just not well, Rae, I know it.
Well, sure he is.
You gave him his medicine, didn't you?
Yes, I did. But he's not well.
Alice, you cannot lose your nerve now.
Not after all we've been through.
I'm not losing my nerve, Rae, okay?
I'm just telling you, you have a choice.
We can forfeit this race or you can kill this animal.
Either way you lose.
I don't like those choices.
What does Mr. Martin say?
She wants to know what you have to say.
Ah, he's looking good, Jeff.
Oh, you beastie, looking good!
Good work, Jeff.
He's a beautiful horse, Howard.
You don't deserve him.
You here cause you changed your mind, Rae?
Not exactly.
Sands must've told you by now.
Daksha eluded his clutches.
Well, I don't see him here.
He's on his way now.
But I thought you might be interested
in hearing my plan first.
Now what sort of plan is that?
Well, I believe that Daksha's gonna win Belmont and so do you.
And I'm not going to sacrifice that,
not for all the money in the world.
Well then we got nothing to talk about.
Maybe, maybe not.
But maybe his victory could also be yours.
What're you talking about?
Place your big bet on Daksha to win.
You want me to bet against my own horse?
You expected me to bet against mine.
Now the odds aren't as good, but they're still good.
We could both make a lot of money.
Think about it.
Not much time left.
Well?
We have a deal, thanks to you.
Amazing.
So what do we do now?
Celebrate your defeat.
[Sly chuckle.]
Excuse me.
Where you going?
I have some business to attend to. I'll be back.
♪ [Sound of man playing harmonica.]
Well, well...
I hear your boss and mine have come to an understanding.
So I guess this concludes our business.
It does.
This is just for fun.
Sit down.
[Sound of powerful punches.]
[Sound of rapid blows to head.]
[Sound of chair smashing on man's back.]
[Sound of powerful blows to Sands' belly and back.]
[Sound of Sands diving into trough.]
That's right Sally, the horses and jockeys are lining up,
getting ready to take their positions at the gate.
Also getting ready for the starting bell
on this legendary 1 and 1/2 mile track,
known as "Test of the Champion."
That's right Bob, the crowd is still reeling
from the news just seconds ago that Daksha,
the number 1 favorite and potential Triple Crown winner
has withdrawn due to health concerns.
Any details on that?
[Cell phone ringing.]
...All we know is that...
This is the call I've been waiting for.
Excuse me.
We'll keep you posted as the details come in...
Hello, Howard.
Do you know what you've done?
Do you know what you've done!
I'm ruined!
And, so are you.
Come on, lesser people than us have lost
and remade fortunes before, Howard.
Rae!
- Rae, you're a fool. - Yeah, well, maybe so.
But cheer up...
Your horse is about to win the Belmont Stakes.
Oh, shut your head!
So... Thank you.
For everything.
You're welcome.
Good luck.
So, how's he doing?
He's faster than ever.
Do you regret it?
You could've won the Triple Crown.
Well...
This is just a trophy, right?
Well...
You really surprised me there.
All that talk about competing and winning.
And you gave it up.
Well...
I guess there are different kinds of winning, right?
Yeah.
You were great at riding, by the way.
Come on!
No, seriously, you had good form.
I could barely stay on the thing.
I feel like I could teach you to ride.
Yeah...
I think I'd really like that.
Next time I'm in Kentucky then.
Yeah.
Next time.
Good-bye, Alice.
Good-bye, Jules.
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