A Day at the Races

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This way to the sanitarium.

Free bus to the sanitarium.

This way to the Standish Sanitarium.

Standish San... Standish San...

This... This way to the Standish...

Stand... Free bus. Free bus.

Standish Sanitarium.

Free bus to the sanitarium.

Just got room for a few more.

- Sanitarium?

- No, racetrack.

You don't wanna go there.

You're sick.

I'm going to the races!

All right. You want something hot

in the fifth race?

Sanitarium? Bus to the sanitarium.

Standish Sanitarium.

Free bus to the sanitarium.

It's no use, Tony.

If business keeps up like this, I'm

afraid I'll have to drive the car myself.

Oh, no, Miss Judy. You can't fire me.

- But what if I can't pay your salary?

- That's different.

You don't have to pay me,

but you can't fire me.

- Tony, you're sweet.

- Yeah. And don't worry, Miss Judy...

...I'm gonna get us some customers

if I have to make them sick myself.

Tony, I'm afraid we need

more than customers.

You don't understand.

I owe a great deal of money.

Far more than I can ever pay.

Let me see.

Who do I know that's rich?

How about that big, strong,

sick woman at the sanitarium?

- You mean Mrs. Upjohn?

- That's the one.

She'd lend you the money.

Oh, she's rich. Why, last week,

she gave me a dollar tip.

She did once offer to help.

But it doesn't seem right

to borrow from a patient.

- Then we make her a partner.

- Oh, Tony.

We gotta hurry

before she changes her mind.

Go ahead, Miss Judy.

There's Mrs. Upjohn now.

- But, Mrs. Upjohn...

- There's no use, doctor. I'm leaving!

Mr. Whitmore, I want my bill at once.

- Just as you say.

- What's the matter, Mrs. Upjohn?

It's no fault of yours, my dear.

It's the doctor.

Telling me I'm perfectly well

when I know I'm on the verge...

...of a nervous collapse.

Goodbye, Judy, dear.

Have the boy come up

and get my bags, please.

Gil! Oh, Gil!

- I'm glad you're here.

- What is it, honey?

Hold me tight. I'll be all right.

Come on, honey, tell me.

It's Mrs. Upjohn.

She's leaving.

Oh, let her leave. Say, I have something

here worth 100 Upjohns.

You don't understand.

I'm going to lose this place.

No, you're not. That's what I'm trying

to tell you. From me to you, with love.

Your radio contract. You've got it!

"Gelding, out of Honey Lamb

by Blue Bolt...

...two-year, Hi Hat. "

- Why, Gil, this doesn't make sense.

- It's a horse, honey, a racehorse.

Perhaps I'm awfully stupid,

but what do we want with a horse?

I'll tell you. Horse wins race,

owner wins money.

Owner gives money to girl he loves.

Girl saves sanitarium. It's very simple.

Very simple?

But what happens if horse loses race?

Oh, but he can't lose. He's a wonder.

I picked him up for a song, only $ 1500.

Fifteen hundred dollars?

That's all the money

you had in the world.

Well, I still have my job

singing at the casino.

Now, Gil. You return that horse at once

and get your money back.

You've got to go on

with your music.

You need money fast, more than

I could make 10 years of singing.

I don't care. I want you to be

a great singer, not a racetrack tout.

Oh, wait a minute.

That isn't fair!

- Are you going to return that horse?

- I can't. I just bought him.

You mean you don't want to. You'd rather

bet on a horse than on yourself.

- Of all the ungrateful people!

- What have I got to be grateful for?

You've thrown your career away on a long

shot and gambled away our happiness.

Here. Take your horse.

And I hope you're very happy with it.

I'm going to someone

who understands me, to Dr. Hackenbush.

Dr. Hackenbush? Why, I never heard

of him. Has he a sanitarium?

The biggest in Florida, that's what he said.

Of course, I was never there.

Hugo, I mean, Dr. Hackenbush, always

insisted on treating me in my home.

I didn't know there was a thing

the matter with me until I met him.

Excuse, please.

We're getting a lot of customers since

they heard Dr. "Hackenapuss" is coming.

- Did you say Hackenbush?

- Yes, ma'am.

I wonder if that could be

the same one.

Where does he come from?

- Where's your Hackenapuss come from?

- Palmville, Florida.

That's the one!

Why... Why, Judy!

Why didn't you tell me

Dr. Hackenbush was coming here?

Dr. Hackenbush?

Oh, I'm so excited!

Judy, why don't you make him

chief of staff.

He'd do wonders for the sanitarium.

With Dr. Hackenbush in charge,

I might help you financially.

I don't say I will, but I might.

Oh, Mr. Whitmore, have my bags

sent right up. I'm staying!

- Who's Dr. Hackenbush?

- I don't know.

But if she wants a Hackenapuss,

she's going to get a Hackenapuss.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

- Here's a telegram for you, doc.

- What does it say?

Well, goes on to say...

How should I know?

"Come up and take care

of Mrs. Upjohn. Stop.

You can write your own ticket. Stop.

Come at once, Standish Sanitarium. "

Mrs. Upjohn. Ah, Emily.

She never forgot that hayride.

Don't she know you're a vet?

She's so in love with me,

she doesn't know anything.

That's why she's in love with me.

They could throw a horse doctor in jail

for treating people.

They can throw a horse doctor in jail

for not paying his rent too.

- Up in there.

- What have I got to lo...?

Take one of those every half-mile.

And call me if there's any change.

Mr. Morgan, if I sign this, it means I turn

the sanitarium over to you today.

That's right,

and I'll give you $5000.

But the notes aren't due.

I've got almost a month.

This place has been losing money steadily.

You'll never be able to pay.

If you wait, I'll take it over,

and you won't get a cent.

As your business manager, Judy, I strongly

advise you to take Mr. Morgan's offer.

You're forgetting that doctor

Mrs. Upjohn recommended.

Surely with him in charge,

we'll be able to pay Mr. Morgan.

Are you going to take the advice

of a hysterical patient?

- Now, look here, Miss Standish...

- Judy!

- Judy, he's here! He's here!

- Why, who's here?

Dr. Hackenbush!

Are you going to sign that or not?

- No.

- Of course she's not going to sign it.

I have a month. I can at least

try this new doctor.

You're going to wish

you'd taken that check.

Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan!

- You fixed that, all right.

- How'd I know she was going to butt in?

- I'll get to work on this new doctor.

- Work fast.

With Dr. Hackenbush in charge,

I'm sure my trustees will let me help you.

- I think I'm better able to advise...

- I don't want to hear any more about it.

I can't stand this excitement.

I know this will cause a relapse.

Oh, my metabolism! Doctor!

Oh, doctor!

Here, boy. Here, boy.

Take these bags to my room,

and here's a dime for yourself.

Oh, no, no, no, no. This is Mr. Whitmore,

our business manager.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Here's a quarter.

You mustn't take the doctor

too seriously.

He probably feels tired

after his long trip.

Why shouldn't I be tired?

Did you ever ride four on a motorcycle?

And me, top man.

This is Dr. Hugo Z. Hackenbush,

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