Secretariat

More than three thousand years ago,

a man named Job complained to God about all his troubles.

And the Bible tells us that God answered.

"Do you give the horse his strength?"

Or clothe his neck with a flowing mane?

Do you make him leap like a locust,

striking terror with his proud snorting?

He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength

and charges into the fray.

He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing.

He does not shy away from the sword.

The quiver rattles against his side,

along with the flashing spear and lance.

In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground.

"He cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds."

Kate, Sarah, you have to leave in ten minutes.

Penny, I have three shirts to pick up at the cleaners,

and two more to go in the hamper, if you wouldn't mind.

- I'll pick those up. - Also go by the wine shop,

pick up some Riesling? I have a client coming in. That's all he drinks.

Sarah, orange juice, please.

- No nuclear devices on the table. - Come on, Dad.

Daddy, I need to pick up a gown.

Another gown?

When you earn your own money, you can buy gowns for every party.

I'm sure we can find something reasonable. We can go look this weekend.

- Not Gewurztraminer, only Riesling. - Mom, can we have pancakes?

- Working on it. - Che Guevara or Ho Chi Minh?

- What are you doing? - Getting ready for a Christmas pageant.

- A Christmas pageant? When? - Spring.

It's experimental. Has to do with Christmas and lots of things.

Really? That's great! What's the role?

- The War Protester. - I was thinking that we could...

- The what? - The War Protester.

It's a really good role, Mom. You'll love it. You, too, Dad.

- Tweedy residence. This is she. - War protester in a Christmas pageant?

We'll leave this afternoon. Thank you.

What are you doing? I don't pay you to dream, I pay you to work.

Now, let's get to it. Come on! You do that on your own time.

- - Thank you.

Oh, Hollis.

Mama's gone.

She's gone. Hi, Jack.

Hollis, I'm so sorry for your loss. Your mother was always so kind to me.

- Miss Chenery, we're sorry. - Thank you.

- Penny... -

Penny, darling. Darling.

Girls, you remember Miss Ham? Granddaddy's secretary?

- Hi, Miss Ham. - Oh, my, you two have grown.

Thank you so much, Miss Ham. For everything.

Hollis said you found her.

She had just fallen. The doctor said she didn't suffer.

- She looked... peaceful. - Hm.

How is Daddy?

He keeps asking, "Where is she?"

But I'm not sure if he's asking for your mother or you.

Hmm.

Girls, I'm going to go in and see your granddaddy now.

I'll bring you in later.

Come on, girls. Let's get you something to eat.

Don't let them fool you, darling.

It's not whether they think we won.

It's whether we think we won.

You run your race, Penny.

We'll take 'em.

We just got ourselves a couple new horses.

Are we going to race them?

No.

They're going to be mommies and daddies for new horses.

Helen?

Daddy, it's Penny.

Penny.

You got married.

Yes.

But I'm here now.

Because Mama's gone.

Mama's pin?

Yours now.

Daddy.

The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in.

From this time forth...

and even forever more.

And so we return to You your faithful servant, Helen Chenery.

Loving mother, devoted wife...

who lived each moment to the fullest,

cherishing the life she had with her beloved husband, Christopher.

And may the peace that passeth all understanding

be in your hearts now and forever more.

- Amen. - Amen.

Eddie? Eddie, I just wanted to thank you so much for coming.

Miss Penny, your mama was a fine woman. I just feel real bad for Mr. Chenery.

He always thought the world of you.

He said you could hear the horses' thoughts through your hands.

Yeah, well, your father's a good man, Miss Penny.

Thank you.

Mrs. Tweedy?

I'm Arthur Hancock.

- Your daddy called me... - Bull!

Oh, yes, and everyone else did, too, as I recall.

This is my son, Seth.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - Thank you for coming.

Your mother was a fine woman. It was a privilege just knowing her.

Thank you.

I know you're going to be making some changes,

and if you or your family have any questions, Miss Ham's got my number.

Thank you, Bull.

Ma'am...

Your daddy's eyes would always light up when he talked about you.

How smart you are. How much you loved the horses.

Doctor says there may be some brief moments

when he is aware of things, but we shouldn't expect much.

Practical thing would be to put him in a nursing home.

This is home to him. And he knows he's here.

I think as long as he does, we should hire nurses and let him stay at home.

The farm has to go. And it won't bring much.

It's been losing money hand over fist for years now.

We have to face facts. To run a horse breeding operation,

you need a certain touch.

I'm a professor, and you're a housewife.

I moved up our flight to first thing tomorrow. I've got to get back.

Jack, I need a few more days here.

I have to make sure Daddy's all right, sort through Mother's things.

The kids could all do with a little responsibility.

It will just be a few days.

We need to file right away for his power of attorney?

Miss Ham says he tried to sell four of his best horses last month

for half of what they're worth. Mom had to step in and stop him, and now...

I suppose someone will have to clean up for the liquidation.

Hollis, if you need any help on the tax issues you call me, anytime.

Thanks, Jack. It will just be for a few days.

- -

Sarah makes great pancakes.

- Oh, no! - They're toxic. We won't survive.

That's right, you won't.

Make sure Hollis has that power of attorney order.

- The estate's vulnerable. - I will. I'll stay on him.

Mom, give Granddaddy a hug for us when he wakes up.

- I will. I love you! - Love you!

- Bye, Mom! - Be good!

We will!

- - Miss Ham. Thank you.

Two sugars and cream?

How did you know?

- It's how your daddy likes it. - Oh.

You doing all right, honey?

Yes.

No. But I'll be all right.

These two are both pregnant by Bold Ruler.

And great colts come from great sires.

Miss Ham?

My mother thought the world of you.

And my father's trust in you was... is absolute.

I hope you'll stay.

Funny, I was about to tell you the same thing.

Al! Who the hell told you to bring this one out?

The sable, put it back. Bring out the yearling in 18.

- Yes, sir, Mister Jansen. - Who are you?

Penny Tweedy.

- Penny Chenery. - Oh, you're the daughter.

- Better get back to work. - Excuse me, Mr. Jansen?

Could I talk with you a moment? In private?

Oh.

- About what? - I wanted to ask you about that sale

of those broodmares that my mother stopped a few weeks ago.

I know you and your brother aren't horse people and you suffered a loss,

but you don't need to worry about this right now.

Apparently, I do

since they're my father's horses, and the sale would've been bad business.

It's bad business to come to a barn, interrupt a trainer's work.

- Not if you want to keep him. - I understand.

- But about that sale? - What about it?

They were worth twice what we were going to sell them for.

I couldn't sleep last night, so I checked the books

and I made some calls this morning to be sure.

Like you say, I don't own the horses. Your father has to sell them.

But as trainer, you would know their worth

and that they were about to be sold.

I'm wondering why it had to be my mother who stopped the sale and not you.

The old man, your father? Ask him.

I'm asking you! My father's been sick for quite a long time now.

You've been paid to look out for his interests.

And I do! Just because this place is going downhill it ain't my fault.

The sale was going to be to Oakworth Farms?

I learned this morning that the owners of Oakworth were already talking

about selling our horses for twice the price they were going to pay us.

- You train for them, too, don't you? - I don't have an exclusive deal here.

I work for them sometimes. So what?

So if you arranged a deal

that gave them four horses at half their market value

and they paid you back, plus an extra share on everything they made,

that wouldn't just be disloyal. That would be committing fraud.

Who the hell do you think you are? Coming here, accusing me?

Someone who knows enough law to know she's right.

And I'm not "missy" anything. Get your things and get off my farm!

I have a contract, and I'll sue you.

If I ever even hear your name again, I will see that you go to prison!

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Where does Bull Hancock eat lunch?

At his club, every day.

But it's gentlemen only.