Seabiscuit Page #2

and Moby Dick, even your

Milne, from when you were...

Why? What's wrong?

Mr. Blodget here,

he has a house...

Dad.

...a real house.

Dad, what's wrong?

And his wife cooks.

She is a good cook.

No. No. Dad.

There's even a phone

next door.

We'll call you.

Every couple of weeks,

we'll call you,

and we'll tell you

where we are.

No. We're just gonna

go home, all right?

Let's go.

Listen to me.

You have a gift.

You have a gift.

Don't... Don't do this.

Dad, don't do this.

We'll be back.

Go on. Go with Mr. Blodget.

No.

He's gonna take care

of you, sweetie.

Mom, don't... Don't do this.

lt's okay. Go with him.

l don't know. You still look

pretty tall to be a jockey.

l've never been over 115.

Where'd you learn

to ride like that?

Home.

All right.

Here's the way it works.

l pay you $10 a week to ride.

You owe $9 for your meals,

$6 to sleep in the stalls,

$3 tack fee.

That's the deal.

How do l pay all that back?

You win.

You son of a b*tch!

Get off of me!

Get off!

Get off of me!

Get off of me!

Get off of me!

A nose?

You lose a race a nose,

you'd better

fall off trying! Here!

Muck these stalls down,

every damn one of them!

A nose! For Christ's sake!

No. No, Bill.

l'm not gonna do it.

No more layoffs.

Well, it can't get any worse.

Look, if it stays

like this, we'll just...

Bill, we'll be fine,

really. We will.

All right.

l'll see you in town.

Frankie, come on.

lt's a glorious day outside.

Why don't...

Why don't you go fishing

or something?

l'm reading.

You can read

when it's raining.

Come on. l'll teach you

to drive the truck.

You already taught me

to drive the truck.

Well, what are you reading?

Flash Gordon.

Come on, Dad.

lt's about the future!

We'll be in San Francisco

till Wednesday.

Yeah?

What?

No!

Come inside.

l'm not done.

Sam can do that.

l don't want Sam to do it.

l want to do it.

Annie.

Don't... Don't... No!

Ma'am.

Come on, Red! Come on!

Come on, kid.

At a time

when the world

really needed a drink,

you couldn't get one

in the United States

of America.

Liquor was illegal.

Diversions were scarce,

and there's just so much

a human being can do without.

Soon, the border town

was born,

providing everything to

the south that their neighbor

to the north would not.

You could find anything:

food, companionship,

decent gin,

and with gambling

outlawed as well,

the chance to turn

bad luck into good.

Relax! You got it!

You got it! You got it!

Go!

Damn it.

That jockey was riding

like he's got an anvil

in his pocket.

l no bet with you no more.

l no like it.

Who's that?

George Woolf.

Greatest jockey in the world.

That's Charles Howard?

Yeah.

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