Virginia's Run

Synopsis: Canadian lobster fisher Ford Lofton's wife Deborah dies from a fall riding neighbor Blake Raines's horse Twister. Ford's eldest daughter Caroline cares nothing for horses but dates Blake's hot-tempered son and jockey Darrow. Younger sister Virginia is obsessed with horses, especially Twister's foal Stormy. Seeing how Stormy's sale affects Virginia, Foird first arranges for her to become the new owners's stable-hand, later buys it himself. Caroline breaks up with Darrow, Virginia becomes his bitter race competitor.
103 min

(whinnying )

( straining )

Come on.


You OK, girl?

I had this feeling you were

up to something tonight.


Whoa, girl... whoa.

Whoa... all right.


It's all right.

Calm down. It's OK.

I'm just going to take

a look, all right?

Just... OK. Easy. Whoa.


All right.

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


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, 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.




Stay here, Caroline.

Dad, where's Virginia?


Hey, boy, hey.

Virginia, what...

Twister just gave birth.

I can see that.



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?


Why don't you two join us

in town for the finish...

we're gonna have

one big celebration.


Cross your fingers for Darrow.

Cross your fingers

and hope he gets lost.


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.


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.


Yeah? Hmm... yeah.


Oh, it's ok.

Nah, too wimpy.

Dancer, Prancer...

Nah, already taken.

Sleepy, Grouchy, Dopey...

( whinnying )


Just brainstormin'.




That's it, Stormy.

You like that, don't you?

Thought so.

You got a way

with horses, Virginia.

( rumbling )


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...

wait till the final stretch,

then you run this nag into the

ground if you must, understood?

Oh, jeez... yeah.

Come on... yah!

Hurry up!


- what the hell are you doing?

- The requisite

physical overview.

I'm checking for lameness,

mucous membranes, back withers,

attitude, muscle and anal tone,

according to the checklist.

Just take his pulse

and get him on the road.


Anal tone.

Come on, boy, come on.

Come on.

Heeyahh! Heeyahh!

Come on.

Come on. Come on.




Come on, go.

Yeah! That's my boy!


My dad might be watching.

So what?

I'm already an hour late.

I'm sorry.

What are you looking at?

- Not much.

You're putting me to sleep.

Oh, yeah?

Maybe this will wake you up.

Looks kind of small.

We got a bigger one for our

sow Susie at the state fair.

Saddle her up.

We'll gave a go at it.

Oh, wait.

Didn't you guys eat her?

I could whip your butt.

Just let me know

when your daddy

lets you back on a horsey...

I'll be waiting.

Happy trails.

I'll let you borrow

my pig trophy,

If it'll make you feel

any better, Darrow.


Virginia, you have a gift.

It's from mom's recipe box.

Oh, no thanks.

- No thanks?

- I don't feel like it right now.

But you always liked

lemon-meringue pie.

I'm kind of full.

She just wants to keep

her girlish figure for Darrow.

Uh, yeah, well, uh...

Speaking of Darrow,

in my opinion,

he drives a little too fast.

And you can tell him that,

if he doesn't slow down,

you won't be going anywhere

with him, OK?

And while we're on the subject,

isn't that skirt

a little bit too short?

Ha, what, for lobster town?

- What about your jeans?

- Jeans?

You used to criticize me

for wearing them too much.

The ones with holes

in the butt.

That's it.

I'm finished.

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