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But speak to me in Polish.

Which is Fables?

Do you see him?

We just won 400.

Let's get out of here.

It's stuffy.

Tell me about the army?

They shipped you straight

to Germany?

To Berlin.

I wasn't even 18 years old.

I left my girlfriend

in the States.

I didn't know she was pregnant.

Then I got a letter that

she died in childbirth.

What about the kid?

Never seen him in life.

His name's Jack and he lives

in Chicago.

Ok, Ollie, let's go.

They're racing.

Paderewski's running.

Is that Paderewski?

Someone gave you a tip?

Good job.

Everyone was mad at me.

My entire family.

Here was I,

with an American passport,

first in Germany

and then in Poland,

in those hard times!

I got married.

Then I found out that

I had a kid in the States.

I didn't know what

it meant to be a father.

I was a kid myself.

We'll win and you'll go back.

Ok?

We'll win and I'll go back.

...What was that about?

The ability to read...

Paderewski's got great papers.

What happened with that

last horse, Dandy?

- He won, that's all.

- But why didn't you bet on him?

A mistake.

I've got no excuses.

If I ever want to change my

bet to somebody else's, hit me.

Ok, but I'll charge that

to your account.

You'd beat the older?

Damn it. We won't make it.

I have 15 minutes.

How did you become so honorable

all of a sudden?

You can pay tomorrow?

How much did Max send you?

Not even 10%.

He took off.

Ollie, I don't know.

I have a problem.

- Hi!

- Hi, sweetie.

- Hello, Mr. Frank.

- Hello, love.

For Grandma.

Listen, Ollie.

Ruten's about to run in Paris.

It's that grey horse

I showed you at home.

I remember.

It's his first race in France.

He's up against some

good horses.

He likes a wet track

and Paris has had dry weather.

So let's not play him.

I already did.

I'm sorry.

I like him.

How so?

A Polish horse,

but born in the States.

It's going well. Look.

Don't let them pass you!

What are you doing?

What was that?

You got it?

I won.

I can't believe this. How could

he loose on a horse like that!

He could've won the race.

Damn it.

It's a great horse.

We can win a fortune on Ruten.

Do you know why?

Because in the west countries

he'll always be an underdog.

Why?

- Because he's from Poland.

- So what?

People know that Polish breeding

isn't as good as in the past.

But they're forgetting

that he's bred in the USA.

If he won today...

Just think of that.

But he didn't.

Do you believe we'll win?

Yeah...

It's impossible.

How could you cheat? In every

race you have 10 horses,

10 owners, 10 trainers,

10 jockeys,

and each one of them wants

to win.

Maybe in small races...

What?

Some coffee?

Good idea, good place.

You shouldn't reject intuition

but you should support it.

- With analysis, logic.

- Welcome, professor. Lunch?

No, thanks. Just coffee.

Is Hubert in?

He's with some new employees.

Should I get him?

- Don't bother him. Two coffees.

- Of course.

Concerning intuition,

a guy comes in to the track

to bet on horse number 5.

And as he walks over

to the counter,

intuition appears above

his head and says:

"Put it on 2, put it on 2".

He says I don't want to play 2.

Intuition says "Put it on 2."

Ok, I'll play 2.

He puts his money on 2.

The horses take off.

2 is in the lead.

He runs very well,

but in the last moment 5 takes

off and wins the race.

The guy yells "Oh, sh*t!"

And intuition replies

"Oh, f*** it!"

That's intuition.

- Chris, may we?

- Go ahead.

I don't know what to say.

Really.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Did you see how they listened?

Did you see them?

Everyone.

Waiters, cooks, bussers,

with gaping mouths.

They stood and listened with

gaping mouths.

You played wonderfully,

Ollie. Really. I swear to God.

I've never seen anything

like this.

And to think you've played

classical music in a joint like that,

I tip my hat.

You're right,

now I can only play in joints

like that.

It's over.

You know what?

I'll show you something.

Where is it?

In May of 45,

Truman came to Potsdam to

sign Germany's capitulation.

Everyone was trying

to come up

with a way to celebrate

this occasion.

They were looking for a pianist

or orchestra to put on a concert.

Finally someone remembered that

we had pianist in our battalion.

They said he would've

had an impressive career

had it not been for the war.

He played Rachmaninov,

Beethoven.

Anyway,

he played for Truman.

He was brilliant.

At one point the President joined

in and they played together.

Do you understand?

They played together for

half an hour.

A kid from our battalion

and the president.

The crowd was wild.

The people screamed.

Later he said that before the

concert he nearly sh*t his pants.

He hadn't played for a year.

What was his name?

Liszt.

Eugene? Eugene Liszt?

Eugene Liszt.

How do you know?

He was my professor in

the States.

You're shitting me?

Gene was your teacher?

I'm sorry.

I can't promise that.

Yes, that was before

the accident.

Why are you asking about this?

It's irrelevant.

They wrote that I was

a tyrant to my son.

That I forced him practice

6 to 8 hours a day.

Maybe...

It's true,

I didn't allow him to play ball,

ride a motorcycle.

But it was my duty.

My duty as a mother and artist

to his great talent.

Over here.

He almost fainted but

he's conscious.

Your father will stay with

us for two, three days.

Then we will release him home.

We've lucked out this time

but I warn you

that his condition

is a preliminary to heart failure.

Please don't disregard this.

No more smoking, no more drinking.

He should get plenty

of fresh air and walking.

I take it he doesn't move

around too much?

A change of climate would

do your father good.

That's impossible.

He won't go anywhere.

Try to convince him.

It's important.

"Happy Birthday to our

favorite Math teacher"

"HOW TO UNDERSTAND A HORSE?"

Got it! This one?

Yes. Thanks.

- But I can't pay out today.

- Ok. Hello.

Got the programs?

You were smoking.

Me? Never.

It didn't flush.

Give me the programs.

Well, what did you choose?

The sea or mountains?

Ollie,

no montains.

I'm not going on any vacation.

It costs a fortune.

Besides, vacation in the middle

of the racing season?

I won't let you go back

to that smoky betting place.

Listen. I can't afford a vacation.

Don't you get it?

Yes, we can.

What do you mean, "we can"?

You won the lottery?

Maybe there's something

I don't know about?

I haven't paid them anything.

I'm not going anywhere.

Because on the local track

you can win sh*t, not money.

You were supposed to talk

to me in Polish.

Fine, then I will tell you

in Polish!

How dare you talk to me

like this?!

How dare you!

What do you know about life?!

Where are we going?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

Most of these horses here have

gone though hell, like Bella.

They were saved from

"the transport of death".

She used to be the top

class race horse.

But when her career was over...

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