Phar Lap Page #2

Milkal's Galloping Giraffe.

- Cattle.

- Rocket.

How about Lightning?

Mr. Ping, what's the word

for 'lightning' in your lingo?

- Farlap.

- Got a name for the colt, Harry.

Lay off, McCready.

No, seriously. Pingy reckons

it's really lucky.

I'll write it down

for you, Mr. Telford.

Very lucky.

Gotta have seven letters.

Last four Melbourne Cup winners

had seven letters.

Melbourne Cup? You've

gotta be joking.

Yes, Mr. Telford. Seven letters.

Phar Lap it is.

Take the bloody thing

back to the stables.

- Go, Lightning!

- Good one, Lightning.

"So the king saw

the beautiful girl

"with the golden star

upon her brow..."

"...and was so enchanted

with her beauty

"that he asked if she would

become his bride."

Here's Daddy.

What's wrong?

Oh, he's lazy.

Bone lazy.

Still won't run.

Oh, give up on him, Harry. Sell him.

I'm not gonna give him

that satisfaction.

He's going to learn to work hard

even if it kills me.

You poor little beggar.

Whoa, matey.

Whoa, mate.

You'll be alright, mate. Hold on.

Hold on.

You'll be right. Hold on, matey.

Get up. Come on!

Get yourself up.

That's a boy.

You're alright, are ya?

Just worked into

the bloody ground, eh?

I can't pay you this week, Tommy.

Just have to wait till I have a win.

I didn't come about that.

I've just seen Phar Lap.

Oh, yeah.

He shouldn't have been

left like that, boss.

He looks half-dead.

And I don't think you should

work him so hard.

There's one thing

I don't tolerate, sonny -

stable hands who tell me

how to do my job.

Now, pack your things and clear out.

I was just worried about the horse!

Hard work never killed any horse!

If a few more trainers cottoned on

to that they might do a lot better.

Now, pack your things and get.

And all you said was

that he looked half-dead?

I reckon it's just not fair.

Keep your nose out of it, Emma,

it's none of your business.

But he is killing the horse, Missus.

Lazy horses are like lazy people -

they have to be jolted out of it.

Now take your places, please.

Don't let your food go cold.

For what we are about to receive

may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

- How's it going, boss?

- G'day, boss.

Mr. Telford!

- Boss.

- Hey, boss.

Don't go back up the bush, Tommy.

Some other trainer will give you a job.

Not when they hear I got the sack.

Yes, they will, Tommy.

They know what old Telford's like.

Enough of that.

Mr. Telford's here to see you, Tommy.

He's out on the porch.

What's going on between

you and young Tommy?

- Nothing, Mum.

- Better not be.

Boss?

What have you done to that horse?

Spoiled him rotten.

Anyone goes near him

he rips their bloody shirt off.

He won't eat, he won't...

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