Seabiscuit Page #5

blood crap. Our money is just

as good as theirs.

Charlie...

Doc, this is our moment.

Now, they're stuck

in the past.

This is the future.

Great.

Come here.

What?

Come here.

What?

Come on. Don't you

wanna see them piling off

of those train cars,

coming out here to your track?

Huh? That's victory

in itself, Doc.

That's the finish line

right there.

You sell cars like this?

Hundreds of them.

Hold your horses!

Hold your horses!

Just when you thought

you'd seen it all,

Doc Strub has gone

and raided the cookie jar.

Yes, he has smashed

the piggy bank and sold

the family silver.

$100,000 for one horse race?

Makes me want to walk around

on all fours and throw

a saddle on my back.

Will the Biscuit be the

favorite? Not likely, folks.

We're about to be invaded.

We're talking Derby winners,

Preakness winners,

Belmont winners.

Hold on, hold on.

l guess that's all one horse.

But at 100,000 bucks,

how can the Admiral

not want to dock his ship

in this friendly port?

This is Tick-Tock McGlaughlin

live from Clockers' Corner.

They raised

the hundred grand!

Yeah, how about that

Hundred Grander?

No, thanks.

Excuse me, boys.

Sh*t!

Charles.

Sh*t.

Yeah, l know what you mean.

The hell with it.

We'll run him anyway.

There are still gonna be

the greatest horses

in the world,

and if we win this thing,

they're gonna have to face us.

He's gonna have to face us.

Okay. Special Agent's

pure speed.

He's gonna go to the lead,

but he can't handle

the distance.

So don't get sucked in.

l won't.

lndian Broom

could be there, too.

We'll know

they're holding him back

if they use the ring bit.

Now, the one to worry about

is Rosemont.

He closes

like a freight train,

and he'll fight you

for it at the end.

You gotta have some momentum

built up by the time

he makes his move.

lt's still kind of soggy

out there from the other day,

so try to stay off the rail

where it's deep.

l figured l'd sit back

about three wide.

Yeah, that's fine.

And other than that, just...

Just try to feel it.

He'll tell you

when he's ready.

Yeah, boy!

Red, come on, Red!

Yeah, come on. Go! Go!

Watch him, Red. Watch him.

Come on! Come on!

lt's not my fault.

Not this time.

l told you

look out for Rosemont.

l thought l had it.

You stopped riding!

l couldn't see him!

What the hell

are you talking about?

He was flying up your tail!

Yeah, well, l can't...

What?

See out there!

He lied to us.

What?

He lied to us.

You want a jockey

who lies to us?

What do you mean?

He can't see.

He's blind in one eye.

lt's fine, Tom.

lt's fine?

Yeah, it's fine.

You don't throw a whole life

away just 'cause it's

banged up a little bit.

Good night.

All right, all right.

Hold it.

Well, l guess that little

horse of theirs

turned out to be

a glorified claimer after all.

At least we don't have to deal

with this David and Goliath

nonsense anymore.

You can say that again.

All right, boys.

Let me through.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Riddle...

The hell with it.

Just a couple

of announcements.

First, Red Pollard will remain

Seabiscuit's jockey,

now and forever.

Second, if they're too scared

to come and race us,

we're gonna go find them.

We're gonna enter every race

where War Admiral

is on the card,

and if he scratches,

which he probably will,

we'll enter the next race

he's on the card.

And we won't come home

until we've faced him,

win, lose or draw.

You know,

l'd rather have

one horse like this

than 100 War Admirals.

Thanks, fellas.

Mr. Howard!

Gotta see him!

Come on!

Look, l really don't know

what to say. We appreciate it.

l'm sure the Biscuit

appreciates it, too.

He's just a little shy

about speaking in public.

He'd thank you himself.

l guess you all are here today

because this is a horse

who won't give up.

That's right.

Even when life beats him

by a nose.

That's right!

Yeah.

Ain't that the truth.

But, heck,

everybody loses a couple.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

And you either pack up

and you go home,

or you keep fighting!

lsn't that right?

Yeah!

That's right!

That's right.

Now,

do you want to see

a match race?

Yeah!

You do?

Yeah!

You wanna see this young fella

ride that horse?

Yeah!

Yes!

Seabiscuit!

Extra! Extra!

Biscuit on the warpath!

Will there be a match race?

lt's all right here.

Extra! Extra!

Biscuit on the warpath!

l don't know

what they're so worried about.

l mean, look at us.

Our horse is too small.

Our jockey's too big.

Our trainer is too old.

Forgive me, Tom.

And l'm too dumb

to know the difference!

Yeah, Charlie!

You'd think

they'd want to race us

instead of running away!

Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen,

l am staring at a swarm

of humanity,

a sea of hungry faces

demanding the match

of a lifetime.

They have come here tonight

in the cold, in the wind,

in the chill of a late

October night.

Let me just make my way

over to one of them

so you can hear it

for yourself.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

l'm sorry. Excuse me.

Ma'am, ma'am, if l may.

What brings you

out here tonight with your

three small children

clamoring for a view

of this little horse?

Because we want to see

a match race!

l said, don't you think

Mr. Riddle

owes this country a...

Match race! Match race!

Match race!

Match race! Match race!

Match race!

Fine, but it's on my terms.

Any terms you want.

Mile and three sixteenths.

l won't accept anything else.

All right.

Want a walk-up

start with a bell.

We won't be using

any contraptions.

You mean a starting gate?

Fine.

And we run it here,

at our home track.

That's not negotiable.

Seems like a

nice enough place.

Oh, l'm sure you'll find it

quite comfortable, Mr. Howard.

Jesus Christ!

l wanna be a horse.

Well, you're

almost big enough.

That's very funny.

lt doesn't even

smell like a barn.

They probably

deodorize it every morning.

Well,

they still crap.

Well, they do. They do.

Over here, pal.

Right over here!

There you go!

This way. This way.

Take a good shot of that.

Biscuit, here...

Whoa! What's that thing?

They got us

in the servants' quarters.

ls that him?

No.

Bit too small.

That's him.

Oh, my God.

Maybe he's the kind of horse

that just looks good

in the paddock.

Wow.

We gotta get to the lead.

Biscuit never goes

to the lead.

l know,

but we gotta teach him

to break first.

lf that monster shakes loose,

we'll never catch him.

What, retrain him?

We got two weeks.

Excuse me.

We'd like to buy your bell.

He didn't tell me

you were coming.

Oh, probably

just an oversight.

Do you want me

to turn on some lights

or something?

No.

No.

No?

Okay. lt's

a predatory response.

lf l just brush it past

his flank, he'll bolt.

And we just want to teach him

to do it with the bell.

How far do you want me

to take him?

To a hundred feet.

Just so he learns

to break first.

Okay. Got it.

You ready?

Ready.

All right. Here we go.

Oh, come on, Tom!

When you gonna work

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