Virginia's Run

(whinnying )

( straining )

Come on.

Twister!

You OK, girl?

I had this feeling you were

up to something tonight.

Ahh!

Whoa, girl... whoa.

Whoa... all right.

OK.

It's all right.

Calm down. It's OK.

I'm just going to take

a look, all right?

Just... OK. Easy. Whoa.

Whoa.

All right.

I'm going to go for it, all right?

Easy.

OK... all right, come on.

Come on.

( straining )

I'm just, I'm just helping.

No, come on.

Oh... girl, he's OK.

No. Come on, boy.

Come on... come on.

Twister!

Twister, he's beautiful.

You got to see him.

( thunder booming )

Easy. All right.

Easy, boy. Easy.

I'll be right back.

You got yourself

a beautiful boy.

( whinnying )

Well, I'll be.

That's the quickest

I've ever seen a foal up.

I think you got

yourself a runner.

Twister?

Virginia?

Daddy?

Stay here, Caroline.

Dad, where's Virginia?

Virginia!

Hey, boy, hey.

Virginia, what...

Twister just gave birth.

I can see that.

Dad...

Twister's...

well, she...

( sobbing )

Look, Dad, I'm sorry.

Virginia, the next time that

you have one of your premonitions,

or feelings or whatever,

and it involves you running out

into a thunderstorm

at 4:
00 in the morning,

you are going to be camping

out in your room for a month.

(horn beeping )

Oh... hell.

- 'Morning, Ford, Virginia.

- Blake.

Lit up pretty here last night.

Yeah, it was, uh...

it was a rumble, all right.

Sorry about the mare.

She was getting on in years.

Hard to believe

she waited so long

to give me a foal.

Appreciate you two

taking charge...

32 hands on the payroll, all

with their heads up their butts.

Pardon the French, Virginia.

- You're pardoned.

- There you go.

What's this, Blake?

It's for a newborn's

immune system.

Yeah, I know what colostrum is.

It's for the foal.

It thinks Virginia's his mama.

- I just don't want...

- Blake,

we must get moving. The race

starts in less than an hour.

I have to register the

contestants, brief the vets,

review the ground rules...

Don't get your undies

in a bundle.

No race in this county

is gonna start without me.

All right.

Well, gotta go.

Virginia, think you can come up

with a name for that foal?

Sure.

Why don't you two join us

in town for the finish...

we're gonna have

one big celebration.

Mm-hmm.

Cross your fingers for Darrow.

Cross your fingers

and hope he gets lost.

Virginia...

What? Darrow's a jerk...

everyone knows it,

except Caroline.

And where do you think

you're going?

To feed the foal.

Who else is going to do it?

One of Blake's hands.

Impossible... they all have

their heads up their butts.

Virginia...

I don't want you

to go near that horse.

It's a foal, dad.

Foal, horse... whatever.

Whoa there, fella.

Easy, boy.

'Morning, Lee.

'Morning, Virginia.

Come here, boy.

Got a mind of its own.

Boy.

Yeah? Hmm... yeah.

Sunrise?

Oh, it's ok.

Nah, too wimpy.

Dancer, Prancer...

Nah, already taken.

Sleepy, Grouchy, Dopey...

( whinnying )

Sorry.

Just brainstormin'.

Stormin'...

Storm...

Stormy!

That's it, Stormy.

You like that, don't you?

Thought so.

You got a way

with horses, Virginia.

( rumbling )

Whoa!

Easy... I got him, Virginia.

Get away! Get away!

Get off the trail.

Get away.

That's Darrow.

He has a personality disorder.

Keep your arms in!

You ride like a chicken!

Whoa, boy.

Need a vet, now!

Get a bag.

Check the horse.

But I'm here as

as grand Marshall.

How do you think you got

that job, Huntington,

- county elections?

- Right.

You worked him too hard.

You're not at the halfway mark yet.

I know the game plan, Dad.

Then follow it...

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