Dark Victory

Hello there, is this the house?

I've been trying to get you.

Michael, do you realize

it's 5:
30 in the morning?

- Who is it, Agatha?

- That Michael.

We had a party last night and the last

guest hasn't driven out of the driveway.

Take it. Take it.

Hello? Kitchen.

- Lucy speaking. Yes, Miss Ann.

- Yes, I know. I know.

What's that racket? The telephone's

been ringing all over the house.

I'll talk to him.

Michael, what do you mean

at this unholy hour of the morning?

Well, good morning, Miss Ann.

Cheerful morning, isn't it? I was

wondering if I might talk to Miss Judith.

No, you certainly might not.

She hasn't had two hours' sleep yet.

I wouldn't disturb her for the world.

This is Miss Judith Traherne

of the sleepy Trahernes.

Is it, now? Well, this is Mr. Michael

O'Leary of the wide-awake O'Learys.

You have a cash customer for the colt.

We can get 10,000 if you're quick.

If you mean Challenger,

not 10 and not 20.

My head's just woozy, not vacant.

If you don't mind my saying so,

Miss Judith...

it's better if you take charge

of the ribbons...

and leave the handling

of the horses to me.

I do mind your saying so. I gave you

your orders last night, Michael.

I ought to slap that man's face.

He's impertinent sometimes,

but what can we do?

He's about the best trainer

money can buy.

- I suppose he is. What time is it?

- About 5:
30.

Good morning, Martha.

Hello, Daffy, come on.

- We're going to the stable, Martha.

- Are we?

Couldn't you go back to bed

and get a little sleep?

- Will you get us some coffee, Martha?

- Yes, miss.

Well...

here we go. Come.

- You asleep?

- It's a nice world if we can stay in it.

- What do you mean?

- Better let me drive.

- No!

- Give me that.

I will not.

Good morning, ladies.

- Oh, I managed to get you up, did I?

- Don't be fresh.

I hear you've got the finest horses

in the country.

Least you could do

is let them have a look at you.

Surely if the horses can get up early

to run and jump...

you can get up to watch them.

Michael, really!

- Hello, Judith.

- Hello!

- Hello, Jones!

- We're gonna be killed someday.

- Ann, come here.

- Thanks for the lift.

Take it away, Bob.

- I wouldn't stand for it.

- I won't.

- He's got to be fired. Right now.

- He's going to be.

Thinks he can lead us around

like horses. Ann, fire him.

Me? I'm not the mistress here,

I'm only the secretary.

But, darling, you have the character.

You're always telling me so yourself.

- Judy!

- Hello, everybody.

Good morning, Alec!

- Oh, what a party.

- Glad to see you're still on it.

All ready for tonight.

All I gotta do is change the orchid.

- Good morning, Ann. Nice, sensible Ann.

- Good morning, parasite.

Why not go to bed before

they put you there for good?

Well, now, confidentially,

it's a scheme.

Your man Michael told me

he'd give me a nice fat commission...

if I can get our sweet Carrie

to buy your colt, Challenger.

- Michael?

- And I can use the cash.

- This is the end!

- Judy, darling.

I will take that colt off your hands

if you'll let me have a bargain.

I won't sell the horse,

but I'll sell his trainer.

That's who she really wants to buy,

but he won't even look at her.

- I've never heard of such a thing!

- Judith...

- ...do you want to sell that colt?

- No, I do not! Colonel, dear.

I think you ought to buy him, colonel.

He's a perfect darling.

You can even invite him for tea.

He could play on your front lawn

with your children and your dogs.

He's a love. He whinnies.

Unfortunately, a steeplechaser has to

have more than just a pretty smile.

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