Racing Stripes Page #4

Are you making some kind of statement?

Yeah, you know, I saw you...

...and I was about to say

to my brother Buzz:

"I never seen a black horse

with white stripes."

You dimwit! He is obviously

a white horse with black stripes!

Now, anybody could see that.

Guys, look out!

- Are we dead? Are we dead?

- Well, if we are...

...Buzz, we're in heaven!

Here comes your open winner, Miss D.

Yes, well, he better be, Mr. Cooper.

Anything less than a victory,

and you'll be back shoveling manure.

- See you, Woodzie.

- Night, Ken.

What are you doing, boy?

We shouldn't be out here.

I know, boy.

I feel it too.

When I was little...

...my mama used to bring me out here

at around this time.

Put me on the saddle behind her...

...take me once around the track.

It was like magic.

Come on, boy! Come on!

Go! Let's go, boy!

Easy, boy. Come on.

Attaboy.

Easy does it.

Good boy.

Channing!

- Hold on a second.

- Woodzie.

- You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?

- Mum's the word.

Well, who's your friend?

- Some turn of foot.

- This is Stripes.

- He's quick, huh?

- I'll say.

Like to get a watch on him for real.

Dad doesn't want me to ride,

let alone race.

Well, that's a crime.

You move just like your mom.

God rest her soul.

And not even a proper saddle.

A trainer friend of mine's working

some horses in the time trial tomorrow.

Why don't you come out early

and join in.

Yeah, you think about it.

Hey.

Forget where the house is?

Miss Dalrymple made me stay late.

- I can't stand her.

- Don't give me excuses.

And don't take it out on her.

If anything, you should pity her.

She sees a horse, she doesn't see beauty.

She just sees business.

I don't see how you ever worked for her.

She's such a pain.

I let most of it go in one ear

and out the other.

It was worth it. I got a chance to work

with some mighty fine horses.

We could do it again, you know.

- Chan...

- Dad...

...everybody says you're still the best.

We just need a few horses

to get us started.

Then we could put old Dalrymple

out to pasture.

That's in the past, honey.

I fixed the flat.

You can take Blue to work tomorrow.

But I wanna ride Stripes.

He was great, Dad.

You should've seen him!

That was a one-shot deal.

You know how I feel.

- What about how I feel?

- Discussion's over.

- But, Dad...

- I said no, Chan.

You are so busy trying to keep me

from hurting myself like Mom...

...that you won't give me a chance

to just try anything.

Well, just because you've given up

on your dreams doesn't mean that I have to.

He treats me like I'm still a little girl.

Well, I'm not.

I wanna race.

I'm gonna race...

...and no one can stop me.

Doesn't anybody have a clock?

Easy, girl.

Hey! It's Woodzie.

No! Help me! I'm drowning!

Get out of there, Scuzz!

That's the man's expresso!

I know.

I'm expressing myself.

You are the reason

they invented fly swatters.

There are those that say Trenton's Pride

is the only real contender this year.

- How do you feel about that?

- Well, dear, how do you feel about that?

Miss Dalrymple, how does Trenton's Pride

compare with his legendary father?

Well, I like to believe that

I can see a good bet, and l...

What...? Where's...? What the...?

Excuse me. Excuse me!

I can't believe we're being upstaged

by a zebra.

What is that dreadful child up to now?

How can they allow this to happen?

- Eat my dust, runt!

- Loser!

I'm gonna run you down!

Who do you think you are?

You don't belong here!

You don't know nothing about this!

You're a joke!

It's all right, boy. It's all right.

Let's go, boy! Whoa, whoa, Stripes.

Come on, come on, boy!

Come on, Stripes!

Come on!

Come on, boy! Come on!

Faster! Come on, buddy!

Attaboy!

Faster, Stripes, faster! Come on!

Who would have thought a zebra

could have such a kick?

He's on the rail and moving fast.

Chan!

- Oh, my.

- Come on, come on, let's go!

You better make sure you get this, Mike.

Chan!

- Chan!

- Nothing's broken.

Honey, just look in my eyes.

- Dad, it's nothing.

- Listen.

- It's fine.

- This is what I told you was gonna happen.

- Your father's right.

- He just got spooked. It's not his fault.

- He just needs some more training.

- Yes, right.

I'm sure that more than half of the blame

sits squarely on the shoulders of his rider.

- You're such a...

- Chan. Chan, Chan!

Just go get Stripes

and meet me in the parking lot.

You so obsessed with winning

you'll pick on a girl?

Really, Nolan.

You expect me to dignify that?

I'm just a Kentucky gal who loves watching

Thoroughbreds race at the top of their game.

Of course you are.

I'll tell you what.

As chairman of the Turfway Board...

...I hereby extend an invitation

to Mr. Walsh...

...to enter his zebra in the Kentucky Open.

All it takes is an entrance fee.

How about that, Mr. Walsh?

- Mr. Walsh?

- Mr. Walsh?

Well, there goes the great Nolan Walsh,

everyone.

Corn farmer and zebra trainer.

And you can print that.

Hey, Clara, can they print that you

ain't won the Kentucky Open...

...since Nolan stopped training

your horses for you?

- What do you have to say about that?

- Mind your own business.

You there! See what happens

when you forget your place.

A racetrack is no place for a zebra.

- What did you just call me?

- A zebra!

Which is what you are.

You didn't really think

you were a horse, did you?

But I am a horse. A racehorse.

You're nothing of the kind.

You're lunch for a lion,

and that's about it.

One thing's for sure, kid.

You will never be a racehorse.

A zebra? I thought I was a racehorse.

Why didn't anyone tell me?

Well, I just can't believe

you deliberately disobeyed me.

- I can't believe you took her side.

- I didn't.

And don't change the subject.

- Mom would've let me ride.

- Don't bring your mother into this!

Just don't.

Why not?

At least she would've tried to understand.

It's more than I can say for you!

Don't get out of the truck!

Channing, get back in the truck.

Don't do it.

Well, well, well.

Look what the cat drug in.

Don't shoot me, don't shoot me!

Jersey flashback.

Hey, we made it, man! Nice!

That sure beats flying.

We made it, but...

- Well, little Skeeter here didn't.

- Oh, no.

You know, that's why Mom always said:

- "Look both ways before crossing."

- "Look both ways before crossing."

Afternoon, Woodzie.

- What brings you out here?

- I got a hunch about your zebra.

Look at this.

I left it right where it was

this morning.

- Twenty-three seconds a quarter mile?

- He didn't finish...

...but I got him between the quarter pole

and the half-mile pole.

Twenty-three flat.

Your zebra.

Look, that zebra really wants to race.

I can see it.

You just need to train him.

Where would I do that?

And even if I could, I mean...

...you got the $5000 entrance fee?

I don't.

I do. And I won most of it

betting on your horses.

I know a good bet when I see it,

and I can't bet him if he's not in the race.

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