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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!
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.
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
Soon, the border town
was born,
providing everything to
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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