Saratoga Page #8

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?A soft drink?

No, I just want one of those glasses.

Say it and tell him that

I feel it is not brass.

Thank you.

Carol!

Duke says to give him this and to tell

him that he feels it is not brass.

Go, go!

Carol is orlando, more

glasses of Mr. Duke.

- Tralos.

- ? Everybody?

- You guys!

- Yes, it's praying. Do not read the note?

- , Do not!

- It says:
"Memories of Dukie."

He is a joker.

He teases me about my physical,

to you about Mr. Madison

because he loses his money

and the poor man is

Kiffmeyer about his wife.

But nobody gets mad at him,

except you and Mr. Kiffmeyer.

Please contact the Hotel U.S.A.

Can I keep one of memory?

You all throw them away.

Call me with Mr. Jesse Kiffmeyer.

Can I keep one of memory?

Throw them away.? Listen?

Say.

Yes, talk...

, Clayton is praying!

Yes, Dixie Gordon's

contract is in my name.

My financial answer...

My wife and that Bradley?

Yes, I would do anything.

Well, almost... whatever.

?You too?

Oh no.

Would I do it?

?Oh no? Well... the truth...

?Really?

Yes, stay with the contract and

with the horse if you want.

I did not retreat.

I'll see if he's here.

One moment, please.

It is the new fashionable

rhythm, Saratoga.

But it's a dangerous

thing, Saratoga.

The high society

and the celebrities.

Stroll, bet, enjoy the hubbub.

When you're in the mood,

Saratoga.

When you have money, Saratoga.

It is the place to enjoy.

Have fun.

Find the fashionable

place and dance.

Everything you can,

because tonight is night

and tomorrow is the day.

Your luck can change.

Your luck can change.

Enam rate while dancing.

Reach the top of the

cliff, rejoice.

I toast for the best foal in the world.

What's your name, Hartley?

- Moon Ray.

- Nice name. I toast for Moon Ray.

A friend told me to

bet on Dubonnet.

He says his rider is the best.

Dixie Gordon is the best

jockey on the circuit.

But Moon Ray is a great horse

and horses also count.

I'm afraid it's not objective.

Maybe, but I think my horse

will win and I'll bet...

Carol does not agree, but

I'll bet on him anyway.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

We dance, dear?

The sorrows are forgotten

dancing the Saratoga.

Why do not you listen to me?

Your advice has cost me

a lot of money, Carol.

From now on I will

choose the horses.

But why bet tonight?

Duke could change bets tomorrow.

- Hi, lovebirds.

- Hi Steve.

Keep up, please, we do not

want to interrupt the romance.

Thank you.

Moon Ray will not win tomorrow

if Dixie Gordon rides Dubonnet.

My new coach thinks otherwise.

He only wants to keep his job.

You can not do more for

Moon Ray than Grandpa did.

You are very right.

, Put a new trainer to Moon Ray!

I raised him with a bottle

from the moment he was born.

And I took care of him myself

when I got sick in September.

We know, grandpa.

His father has a cold

twice in 31

and his grandfather twisted his

ankle a month before the Preakness

and I cured them both.

Did you know?

You told me yourself.

Both were champions and

Moon Ray will also be.

And you take it from me

right before Hopeful,

when he needs me the most.

I have been like a father to him.

- Please, grandpa.

- , Moon Ray will not fail tomorrow!

I have it ready.

He is a good horse and he will win.

He will not forget anything I taught him.

Why are you taking off your shoe, Grandpa?

I take it off so as not

to kick the new coach.

That's not funny, grandpa.

Not t either.

And he has gone crazy!

- ? We enter?

- Yes, Hartley.

Goodnight.

Cursed hard collar!

The house full of rich New Port,

in the stables s

dry grass is left,

a new coach,

and my feet hurt.

?Who are you?

Please, I am...

Are you the watchman?

?The vigilant? Damn crazy!

, My grandfather built this hut!

Wow, I'm so sorry.

I'd like to see Ms. Clayton.

?For what?

Well, it's something personal.

It's private.

?Private? Damn crazy!

, You could be his father!

What insin?, I'm a married man!

It surprises me.

Here you are, Mr. Clayton.

Could you see Miss Clayton?

It's very important.

Pass.

No, tell him to come out, please.

Yes, I know.

- You know, I do not know what it is,

- Yeah?

But there is something in

you that I do not like.

Well, now that he says it,

you do not like me either.

Hello, Mr. Kiffmeyer.

- Miss Clayton, I would like...

- Do not.

Grandpa, do you care?

What if I care what?? That?

I'm going to the barn,

there it does not smell.

Do not you think...?

- What do you answer?

- I think it is a great idea,

but do you think it's the right thing?

- Does Bradley think of you?

- Do not.

Are you sure your horse will

win if Dixie Gordon does it?

I'll bet the farm for him.

And Mr. Madison will bet

strong against Bradley?

Just enough to ruin him.

Well, that's all I need to know.

Here it is.

She tells me that he does not

care, but I do not believe a word

- since he walks with horses.

- You have to sign it, I know Kiffmeyer.

Oh, yes.

Imagine that Bradley finds out

and does not accept the bet.

He will not know

unless you tell him.

Do not tell the jockey until tomorrow.

Now, sign here.

Yes, it's fine.

, I knew it sounded like something!

?Do you know who it is?

- , Your wife is the owner of Dubonnet!

- Leave us, grandfather.

, Plot something!, Mra!

He's guilty as a rustler!

Wait a minute, Mr. Clayton.

He can not... I..., Leave!

My first one confuses

me with a vigilante

and then says leave.

, Out of here!

- Hey, grandpa...

- , And do not call me grandpa!

Leave us alone for a minute.

It's fine, but I do

not trust this guy.

The house full of monkeys

and not a single stallion.

- I do not like his form...

- Sign before they interrupt us.

S .

I hope this puts that

Bradley where he deserves.

I also.

And I trust that nobody

knows that I've been here.

- Adi s.

- Adi s.

?Listen?

Saratoga 1558.

Do you think this is fine?

Very good.

Duke and you have discussed?

Discussed? With a bettor?

You're so mad at him that I

can not help thinking...

Hi. Call me with Mr. Bradley.

Mr. Duke Bradley, please.

There has been something between you?

,You've gone mad!

Hey, Duke?

I would like to bet on Moon

Ray for tomorrow's race.

Did Moon Ray say?

Do you want me to go and talk about it?

I have nothing to do.

Yes, I'll get there right away. Adi s.

- Well, cross your fingers.

- Brother Madison?

Yes, I thought I had lost

him, but he is sentimental.

- Will you bet on your horse?

- Yes, I think he has fallen in love with him.

With a little luck this

will be my last bet.

- You will not leave the races?

- ? Why not?

Because I would stay very lonely.

Dear I love you. Bye.

Good luck, Duke.

- How are you, Dixie?

- Hi, Duke.

Hey, it's better to

ride Dubonnet tomorrow.

Duke, I do not like those jokes.

I wish it were as humble as you.

Hello, Mr. Bradley. How are you?

Well well. Is something wrong?

No, nothing happens to me.

I'm great.

A co ac, please.

Better p ngamelo double.

Kiffie!

Hi, honey.

Well, I'm glad to see

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