A Fine Step
- PG
- Year:
- 2014
- 111 min
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1
CLAIRE (V.O.):
They say when someone close leaves you...
you lose a part of yourself.
I believe that.
Whoever said it, though...
forgot to mention if that
part ever comes back.
ANNOUNCER (OVER PA): We're now
left with our two finalists...
Bolivar riding El Diablo.
A misstep.
Come on, babe.
ANNOUNCER (OVER P.A.): And now,
four-time consecutive champ...
Cal Masterson riding Fandango.
ANNOUNCER (OVER P.A.): And this year's
winner is, for a fifth consecutive time...
Cal Masterson and Fandango.
Hey.
Oh, hey. Sorry, I was, uh,
I was just thinking.
About what? Where you're gonna
put your next trophy?
No. I was actually thinking
about retiring.
Serious?
Yeah. I'm gonna be 45
before the next Cup.
I got five titles in a row. I was thinking
now might be a good time to cash it in.
On the other hand, a final competition,
me and Fandango, six?
No horse in the world's
ever won six.
Well, I think six would be a mighty
fine retirement record, Cal.
We'll keep you around for the
day-to-day stuff, though.
Maybe a little raise
in there, too?
I don't want to get too crazy.
I'll be done
in about ten minutes.
Let's grab a hotdog on the way out.
Yeah.
Why don't you go grab it now? I'll finish
up here. Yeah, take Maggie with you.
I don't want you getting stuck at the concession
stand yappin' to some little filly all day.
Me?
You want anything else?
Nah, I'll be all right.
Okay. Will you help me
walk in this mud?
MAN (O.S.):
Hey. Oh, no. Oh, no.Look out! Hey! Look out!
( STOMPING )
FEMALE (OVER P.A.): Dr. Davis, telephone,
please. Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
Good. Doing a lot better.
You really had us worried there
for the first few days.
How you feeling?
Like I've been in an accident.
Good.
Good?
I, uh, hear you do some work
with, uh, horses.
I ride a five-time
world champ Paso Fino.
Going for six this year.
Not anymore, I'm afraid.
Now that hand will heal, but the
real damage is in your leg.
That won't. Not for the strain
of riding anymore.
What're you saying?
I'm telling you that you're a
very lucky man. You're alive.
I'm gonna be back in a little while, and...
try and get some rest.
FEMALE (OVER P.A.): Dr. Davis, telephone,
please. Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
Fandango?
He's fine.
No, don't try to get out.
Honey, it's gonna be okay.
You can still have
the stud farm.
I still have you.
I know.
Life has a funny way.
Look, you heard the doctor.
You're lucky.
I come close. That's the
closest I ever been.
Makes you think.
What do you mean?
No. I...
I'm just saying stuff.
Why don't you just sleep
for a while?
( GROANS )
FEMALE (OVER P.A.): Dr. Davis, telephone,
please. Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
They're trying to close the lid on my
coffin before I've even had a chance.
Listen to this.
"Renowned trainer and rider,
Cal Masterson...
who was hospitalized after a debilitating
accident several weeks ago, has retired.
Doctors have confirmed that he
will not be able to ride...
for a possible sixth victory in
next year's Paso Fino World Cup."
What's that writer's name?
Garret Jobody.
Well, I hope he gets hit
by a Mack truck.
Cal!
What? Have you read
this garbage?
No... and for good reason.
I tell you, somebody's
dancing a jig right now.
It's good news, no?
Why you wish ill will
to people? It's a bad habit.
Get out of it. So,
he's your rival? So, what?
Maybe he's half dead now.
Show a little respect.
I think it's terrible
what happened.
It's tragic.
Should we send something?
We'll send flowers.
Yeah. Lily's.
Anyone know about the horses?
He's fine.
Aren't you supposed to be at
Um, I canceled.
Papa, I thought maybe I could work
with the horses a little bit more.
Well, you had the whole morning
to do that, Lily. I don't know.
All my life,
That's all I wanted... options,
for both of you. That's all.
You play the piano.
You go to China.
It's immaterial to me.
Lily, take the time now.
Just improve yourself
a little. That's all.
As a lady would do.
Yeah. Come on, Lily.
You know any real handlers
out there?
You should thank me for taking care
of the horses you get to ride.
Papa. Papa, you know I am better
than anyone with these horses.
You know, I try to choose
what's best for both of you.
If I fail, I fail. So be it.
You're not a stable boy.
I give you your time. These
horses eat while I sleep.
You eat while I sleep.
You make an agreement
with me, just stick to it.
That's all I ask.
Okay.
I can move on
with my life. I can.
She's as stubborn as a horse.
Show disrespect to her again.
Come on! In front of me.
Could you do what
she did on a horse?
She was half your age.
Hey. And send the flowers.
Okay.
Okay, come on, honey.
You're a stubborn old man.
I ain't old yet.
The truck's pulled up.
Look at you.
You look like Mad Max.
Yeah. All right.
Come on, let's get you
out of here.
No, the last I saw, they were
right behind us. Yeah.
I'm here right now.
Okay. Okay, well,
I'll see you in five.
Sorry, honey,
we're a little off track.
What?
I said, "We're a little off
track." I'm sorry.
I'm not in a rush to get there.
Oh, come on, sweetheart.
This'll be good for us,
I promise.
( WHINNIES)
Look at that. Looks like that
old Murphy ranch finally sold.
Yeah. Bet the new owners want me
to fix that property line fence.
Okay.
Let's saddle up Fandango.
Now you're getting ahead
of yourself, there, Cal.
He ain't gonna let me
ride him yet.
Ah, just gonna walk him
around a few laps.
Howdy, Miss.
Oh, that's all right.
Come on, you can have a gander.
This here's, uh, Fandango.
Fandango.
your new neighbor.
I'm Cal Masterson.
You're the Cal Masterson?
Well...
Five World Cup wins.
I'm Claire.
So nice to meet you.
You, too.
How's your leg?
Oh, it's, uh, it's fine.
I'm healing up real good.
You know a thing or two
about horses, do you?
Oh, yeah. Everything.
Top of the head is the pole...
and the crest behind that down
to the withers is the croup.
And the hindquarters down
to the gaskin is the hock.
Well, I guess you do know
You do some riding?
Never ridden before.
Well, wait a minute.
You... you love horses,
but you've never ridden?
There's something wrong
with that.
You know, you ought to come
over here sometime. We'll tr...
tell you how to keep your horses.
Uh, no, no. She... she's got her
head screwed on pretty straight.
Mason Scott...
I'm your new neighbor.
I'm, uh, Cal Masterson.
You ranching over there?
No, I'm a developer.
Retired.
Semi-retired. I still dabble
here and there.
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