Secretariat Page #3

The sale was going to be

to Oakworth Farms?

I learned this morning that the owners

of Oakworth were already talking

about selling our horses for twice

the price they were going to pay us.

- You train for them, too, don't you?

- I don't have an exclusive deal here.

I work for them sometimes. So what?

So if you arranged a deal

that gave them four horses

at half their market value

and they paid you back, plus an extra

share on everything they made,

that wouldn'tjust be disloyal.

That would be committing fraud.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Coming here, accusing me?

Someone who knows enough law

to know she's right.

And I'm not "missy" anything.

Get your things and get off my farm!

I have a contract, and I'll sue you.

If I ever even hear your name again,

I will see that you go to prison!

- [Car engine starts]

- [Tires squealing on gravel]

Where does Bull Hancock eat lunch?

At his club, every day.

But it's gentlemen only.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Woman] Uh, miss?

Uh... Miss, you can't...

I'm sorry, Mr. Hancock.

I told her this was a gentleman's club,

and she just...

It's all right, Brenda. It's all right.

Thank you, Seth.

I apologize for interrupting.

It's fine. I have friends here,

Miss Chenery.

Thank you.

Well, how's it going?

I fired Earl Jansen.

Do tell.

Does that mean you're selling the horses

or keeping them?

The farm's in bad shape, as is Daddy.

But I'm not willing to sell it

unless I get what it's worth.

Well, horse farm needs

a strong hand on the reins,

but the hand that threw Earl Jansen out

the door looks pretty strong to me.

Well, I've got a family back in Denver.

I need a good trainer

just to get things stabilized.

You need to talk to Lucien Laurin.

He's a French Canadian.

Dresses like SuperFly.

He's trying to retire.

What do you mean, "trying"?

[Faint indistinct chatter]

[Grunts]

Mr. Laurin?

Excuse me. I'm Penny Chenery,

Chris Chenery's daughter.

And, um, I need a trainer. Bull Hancock

suggested that I find you...

Yeah, Bull called me, but I tell you,

I'm tired of babysitting half-ton

animals who are nearly as stubborn

and stupid as their owners are.

I've lost interest in racing.

Don't even follow it anymore.

Well, I'm in a bit of a tight spot.

I wonder if you mightjust try it

- for a few months and see how...

- I don't need to try anything,

and trainers don't go anywhere

to work for a few months.

- They go where there is a good horse.

- We have plenty of good horses.

No, you don't. You have one or two

that might be worth the time,

but you're a little short on people over

there who know what they're doing.

Well, that's why I've

come to see you, Mr. Laurin.

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