Virginia's Run Page #5

Slow down, girl.

Hey!

- Move it, get out of the way.

- Hey, knock it off!

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, boy, come on.

Yah... yah!

- Watch it.

- Hey, hey, hey!

I had no choice, Blake.

There was no recourse.

It was a mob run amok.

Crane, you're a coward.

Right.

Ah, what the hell.

She's so far behind, anyway.

You know the routine.

Let's go to work.

- Whoa, whoa.

- Whoa, Son. Good job.

Come on, Crane.

Let's go. Move it.

- Check her here. Here you go.

- Thanks.

- Come on, come on.

- Check it, check it, come on.

Yes, yes.

- Come on.

- You have plenty of horse left.

Ride him into the ground

if necessary.

132... rather fast.

He'll need at least 10 minutes.

- Five minutes!

- Five minutes.

Perfect. Right.

Clear.

Come on, Darrow.

Go get 'em.

OK, got him.

Come on.

Who's in front?

Costello and Raines.

- Gary.

- Hey, Ford.

- Dad...

- What's he got?

94. He'll need

around eight minutes.

Eight minutes! Dad...

Virginia, calm down,

you've got plenty of time,

plenty of time. Relax.

Yah! Yah!

Ahh... oof!

Come on, Misty.

Come on, girl.

Hmm...

- She's in the race.

- How far back?

Close enough. I should've kept

that damn horse.

I don't lose races, Son.

Huntington!

Huntington! Get over here!

You're pushing him

pretty hard, Darrow.

I'll take care of this horse,

Miss Eastwood.

- I got it. No problem.

It's not necessary.

I can handle it.

I'm quite familiar

with this horse.

135. He'll need

about 12 minutes.

12 minutes?

What the hell

are you talking about?

He's overheated.

His pulse is racing.

12 minutes rest,

and we'll check it again.

Oh, my God, you idiot.

Excuse me?

Damn it!

Uh, Jessie.

I apologize for my... my boy.

Uh, he's a real hothead.

Probably spoil him too much.

But, you know,

12 minutes seems a lot.

The horse needs it, Mr. Raines.

Miss Eastwood, have you been

happy working at the ranch?

- Yes.

- Good.

'Cause I've been happy with you.

When I see someone

doing a good job,

I make it a point

to reward her.

So, what exactly

are you saying, Mr. Raines?

I think you should

recheck the horse.

No. The specs are correct.

And you could let go

of my arm now.

Come on, boy, come on.

Yah.

Clear.

Clear.

Let's go. Come on.

Get out of the way!

Hey! What the...

Let's go. Come on.

Hey!

Come on!

Stupid horse, let's go.

Yah! Yah!

Good boy.

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Come on, boy.

Hey! Hey!

Ahh!

Yah!

Stormy!

Stormy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy.

Yah!

All right...

Ugh!

Come on, boy.

Hey!

You got two minutes.

Suck it up.

Whoa, boy. Whoa, boy.

Whoa... whoa.

Good boy.

All right, come on, boy.

We can do this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, boy, easy.

Whoa, whoa.

What is it, Storm?

OK.

Come on.

Yah!

( whinnying )

Damn it!

Yah!

Come on, come on.

Go easy, that's it.

Come on, yah! Yah!

Let's go.

Come on, Storm.

Yah... yah!

Here they come!

It's Virginia and Darrow!

Here they come!

It's Virginia

and the spoiled brat!

All right!

Come on, Virginia!

( cheering )

Come on, Darrow!

Move, so I can see!

Come on, you can do it.

Come on.

Yah! Let's go.

Let's go, Darrow.

Come on, Son!

Come on, boy!

Yah! Let's go.

Let's go. Come on.

Bring it home, Storm,

bring it home.

Good boy.

- Are you ok?

- Yeah.

- Did you fall?

- I had a little help...

Stupid horse!

But I'm fine.

- You did so good.

- Thanks.

Right on, Virginia!

May I have your

attention, please?

Your attention.

Entry number 36,

Miss Virginia Lofton,

has been disqualified.

What?

( booing )

Settle down.

Hear him out.

We've just learned

of a course violation

which has, ahem,

has been, uh,

verified by a secondary source.

Verified by who?

His old man?

And, and after

a judicial review,

the official winner is...

is Darrow Raines.

That's my boy.

( booing )

Ha, ha...

Come here, Son.

Ha, ha, hey!

We did it, buddy.

Check his pocket.

- OK.

- Way to go, buddy.

That trophy will look great on

the mantle. Run up and get it.

Ooh... Whoa-ho!

Everyone, I want

to thank my family,

friends... and,

to all the racers,

you rode a real clean race.

Thank you.

Mr. Marshal,

would removing a flag

from the course

qualify as a violation?

( crowd ):
Ohh...

Busted!

Cheater!

I repeat that, uh, uh,

that after a, uh, after

a thorough examination

of the, uh... ahem...

of, of the facts...

Put me down!

( giggling )

( both ):
One... two... three!

Ahh!

Go get it. It's yours.

You deserve it. Go.

Here you go.

Yeah!

Speech, speech, speech...

Well, you know,

I'd like to thank my sister

for finding Stormy, of course.

Ahh! Ha, ha, ha...

This is good.

I made the pie.

He doesn't make pie, he buys it.

I've been thinking...

I've been thinking.

Come on, spit it out.

I'm thinking we'll paint

the front of the house.

Yeah, right, like we paint

the house and you watch.

Oh, that's you...

You never do anything

when you want.

We do what we always do.

We all do it together, and...

Oh, ho...

You are so, totally, grounded.

( laughing )

( Virginia ):
It was the

happiest I've seen Dad

in such along time.

He said Jessie would spend

the night in my room,

because Blake fired her, kicked

her out of the guesthouse.

She didn't seem very upset.

Caroline is out

of her Darrow phase,

and her nose looks

almost perfect again.

( Jessie ):
If you're painting

the house, paint the barn.

May I please be excused?

(Virginia ):
I think Mom

would be smiling and laughing

right now, too.

I got through the race

because of her and Stormy,

and wanted to find a really

good way to thank them.

I'm going to give

Stormy a week off,

which I think

he'll really like.

But I didn't know what

I could do for my mom.

After a while, though,

I sort of figured something out.

I realized that I can't

do anything for her

like I can do for Stormy.

I can never bring her back...

But I can always keep her

in my heart, like my dad said.

And, that way,

she'll never be far away.

She'll know when I goof up.

And she'll know when

I do something good.

And that's OK.

Yes!

I did it, I did it, I did it...

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