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Michelle Payne was just six months old

when her mother Mary died in a car accident,

leaving her father, Paddy, a single dad to ten children

ranging in age from 16 to a tiny baby.

She was being breastfed when her mother was killed,

and, uh, that was a worry.

But she came through it good, took the bottle straightaway.

I think all the kids helped out and it wasn't too bad.

Bernadette used to look after me.

Stevie and I were the little kids,

so we'd always get left out most of the time,

but we still had a lot of fun.

The bond between Stevie and his little sister

was plain to see.

Growing up in a family of ten kids

is like you would imagine.

Without our mum in our lives,

it was just crazy, hectic as anything.

Everybody had to work at the stables.

It was just like everybody had their set chores

and we all had to work. That was just the way it was.

Eight of Paddy's ten children became jockeys.

What do you find the hardest part?

Probably keeping my weight down.

Were you always going to be a jockey? -Yep.

Did you ever think of doing anything else?

Um... no, not at all.

What sort of jockey would you like to be?

I just want to win the Melbourne Cup.

Mum, Bridge, stay with me.

Stay with me.

That's a good boy.

He's a good boy.

Come on. We're late.

Come on, Stevie. Come on, Michelle.

Lord, we pray,

-that through faith, we will survive all trials...

...in the full knowledge of your resurrection.

That's disgusting!

Prayer is our path to hope. Such a pig.

...dealt it! If we truly believe, then miracles can happen.

Like a long shot in race six at Randwick

getting up and paying at 40/1, as it did last Saturday.

-God be praised!

And it's Canny Boy in with a chance

moving up the straight.

But now it's Let's Elope coming up on the inside.

-Let's Elope has spotted the gap-- -Faster!

...and is making a break from Canny Boy,

who doesn't seem to be able to handle the weight.

Get up! -Wait!

From out of nowhere, Canny Boy pulls herself up out of the mud--

Come on, Canny Boy!

...and makes one last desperate move!

-Food's up!

Yay!

-I told you, no whips. -Since when?

Need some help, bud?

Come on, little boy!

Pudding!

Oh, Therese, the salad! Wilbur!

All right, lunch is up! -This took three hours!

Can you please sit at the table?

Guys? Shh, shh.

Bless us, O Lord...

...for these, thy gifts, which we're about to receive.

May the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen.

Four wins, I've had for Ginger Hern.

The moment Sapphire Rose gets Group 2, I'm off for a bloke.

-Can't we say something, Dad? -It's not my place, Brigid.

You just keep doing the work

and I'm sure Ginger will give you a ride eventually.

Yeah, work twice as hard and get half the rides.

Exactly, it's not fair! Dad, Patrick's eating potatoes.

Come on, son. It's not worth the risk.

J. Pender will be there tomorrow.

-He'll be looking for a lightweight. -Dad!

I'm a lightweight. He's never asked me.

But, Dad, Brigid is better than Patrick.

Thanks a lot, Stinky. Dad, Steadfast Lad,

too randy to run straight.

Just rub some Vicks on his nose.

If he can't smell the fillies, he'll be right.

Should try that on Andrew.

Oh, yeah, take that! Oh!

Well, that horse is gonna be a champion.

Well, can't anyone understand that?

He's gonna be a champion!

-Can't anyone understand that? -A champion!

Cut it out! Cut it out!

There it is!

Shelly ate the plum pudding!

Leave me alone! Stevie did it too!

Stevie's got Down's syndrome. You should know better.

Yeah!

Come on, smelly Shelly. You're up next.

Stop it. She's on kitchen duty.

Come on. -It's Cathy's turn!

-It is not! Gloves on, Stinky.

It's your turn, Michelle. I've done the schedule.

-Your turn, your turn! -Stop pulling my hair!

-Just let go of me! Just let go!

You can all go get stuffed!

Where are you going with that?

I'm going to dig up Mum.

Well, you won't find her out there, little girl.

If Mum was here, she'd stop them pulling my hair.

Well, she is here.

She's up there looking after us.

Is she an angel?

You bet she is.

She was when she was alive as well.

Wish I could see her.

Yeah, that'd be good.

Melbourne Cup, 1965?

Light Fingers.

Jockey?

The Professor. Roy Higgins.

1988?

Empire Rose.

1974?

Think Big?

I reckon those horses will be getting hungry now.

Colors?

Green and yellow stripes with red sleeves.

Yeah.

God bless Dad and Brigid,

Margaret, Patrick, Therese, Bernadette,

God bless Maree and Cathy, and even Andrew.

God bless Wilbur, and all the horses, and Mum.

Amen!

Not bad. Once again.

Come on, come on! You're going to be a champion!

Okay, Black Elastic has been scratched from race six.

I carved a T in it, see?

That's not a T. It doesn't even look like a T. It's a B.

Don't you know your alphabet? -That's mine. B for Brigid.

Hey, that's Therese's! Brigid!

Can't anyone ever sleep in in this house?

I can't believe she just took it like that.

Yeah, I'm taking her helmet for that.

Why are you in the sick chair?

Patrick moved when I was trying to punch him. Ankle's swollen.

-Can't even get my boot on. Give it here.

"Can't even get my boot on."

-Don't be such a sook, Andrew. Watch this.

Ow!

Can you go help Patrick load the horses?

Why can't Maree help? I've got a broken arm.

There's no way I can ride.

Hold that, little girl.

Foot in the air.

Put this in there.

Good as gold. Okay.

Righto, load up!

In the back.

Come on, boy.

Shut up.

Shut up!

It's history at Ballarat today.

Five of the Payne family siblings will be taking part in race four.

A Guinness Book of Records moment.

So, the field is set, and they're off!

How are they doing, little girl?

Therese is in front.

It's too early. I told her.

What about the others?

-Brigid's fourth. Patrick?

-Seventh. -Smart boy.

Could hear your girls screaming at each other

from the other side of the track, Paddy.

Wouldn't be my girls, Joanie.

I got you two an ice cream.

Andrew's coming last.

Good for Andrew.

They're bunched tight on the turn.

Shelly...

They'll drift out somewhere round the 400.

-Shelly, ice-cream. -Therese is dropping back.

-Brigid? She's moved to the outside.

Go, Brigid!

-Brigid, right? By a length.

Then Patrick. Therese come third.

Andrew come last.

Well, I hope J. Pender was watching.

A few more races like that,

and Patrick will get a run at the Melbourne Cup.

But Brigid won.

Girls don't ride the Melbourne Cup.

I'll make you a cuppa.

-No. I can't have anything. -Listen.

Every jockey feels like this before the Melbourne Cup.

But the odds are so long.

It's just gambling.

It's nothing to do with riding a horse.

The only thing that matters is the odds you give yourself.

I've got my money on you.

Oh, thanks.

Hang on! No, no! Careful, careful! Careful!

And there's an air of excitemet

before the 1991 Melbourne Cup.

Australia's most important race card about to begin.

All set to go for the Melbourne Cup.

Stand by for the race that stops the nation.

The light's on. Away and racing!

-Go, Patrick!

Oh, Patrick's out in front!

Go, Patrick! Come on, Patrick!

Go, Sunshine Sally!

Oh. No, up, up, up, up.

Right. Go right.

Yes! That's it! Perfect!

Come on, Patrick!

Go, Patrick! Go!

Go, Patrick! Let her go!

Here comes Super Impose.

At the 200, Let's Elope races to the lead...

Oh, he's fallen right behind!

Shiva's Revenge is late.

But Let's Elope bolted in the Melbourne Cup!

Shiva's Revenge, a Cummings quinella!

-Third, Magnolia Hall and then-

Patrick come last.

Yep.

How can a horse that was winning come last?

Because he went fast at the wrong end of the race.

Yep. That's the Melbourne Cup.

It's an upside-down race.

Anyway, if you can go from first to last,

no reason you can't go from last to first.

-See you. Have a good day. -See you, bud.

-Bye, Dad. Thanks. Hey, good luck, Cathy. Thanks.

Stevie!

Come on, Stevie. Stop staring.

So, it's not that she's falling behind in her studies, then?

No, Michelle is an above-average student.

It's just that...

she keeps asking to be excused from class,

sometimes as often as four or five times.

Well, she does have her mum's bladder.

I am concerned that she may have the bulimia.

The... The what?

It's an eating disorder.

Eating disorder? She's the only one that does eat!

It is not healthy to starve yourself.

Sister, I take it you've never been a jockey?

Come on. Come on. Come on!

That's it. That's it!

Yes! Yes!

What the dickens is going on here?

I just wanted to see how Brigid was going at Sandown.

Five Payne girls I've lost, and all for what?

So they could sit on the back of a quadruped for $5 an hour?

$6.75.

That's it. You don't have to follow your sisters.

Commit to your education. Make your own choice.

Pull up. Pull up!

What was wrong with that?

Your timing's out.

I counted it right.

You're my apprentice. If I say you're out, you're out!

Now, six at evens, last two furlongs at 12.

Okay.

In your head, "One monkey, two monkeys, three monkeys."

Four monkeys, five monkeys, six monkeys...

Always walk the track before you race,

but between races,

not when it's looking like a bowling green.

And memorize where the divots are.

There's no point after they've filled them in.

Now, feel it.

How much moisture's in it?

It's damp.

What about over there?

-Harder. Which means?

-Faster. -Good.

So, no matter what barrier you draw,

you want to get to the hardest part of the course,

quick as you can.

How you race...

is written in there.

Come on, little girl.

A horse gallops with his lungs, he perseveres with his heart

and he wins with his character.

It's not just about speed. It's about patience.

You're all bunched in, you can't breathe,

you think it's all done,

and then the horses all start fatiguing at different times.

And suddenly, a gap opens.

And that's God talking to you.

And you'd better listen to God, because he will close that gap

quicker than you can say your mother's name.

You're riding slow. Pick it up.

Use your knees. Use your hands.

If you don't take the gap, they'll say you're a coward,

because you're a girl.

It's all about strength.

You've got to keep enough petrol in the tank for the last 100.

It's not about strength. It's about positioning.

Okay? You don't rely on the whip.

You push up the neck with the heel of your hands.

And if you take the gap and lose,

they'll say you're reckless and lacking in technique,

because you're a girl.

Good!

Finally, you're listening to me!

-Yours is over there, love. -No girls in here.

Love.

You're in here.

Now, remember what I taught you.

Wait till they fan, look for the gap.

That's where you'll win or lose the race.

You good?

Michelle come last, Dad.

Thanks, Steve.

Keep going!

Michelle come last, Dad.

Yeah, I noticed that, Stevie.

She come last, Dad!

Yep.

Get out of there, Michelle!

Don't say it, Stevie.

-Want a pie? -Yes, please.

Come on.

I saw the gap.

How come you didn't take it?

I couldn't.

The gap was moving faster than my horse.

Maybe you just don't have it in you.

I think we could give your old school a call tomorrow.

Yeah. Might have to repeat the school year, but, you know...

Clear! Stand by.

It's not just about speed.

It's about patience.

She gets the upper hand and draws away.

A big moment for Michelle Payne.

Michelle kicks off her career in great style.

Good on ya, Shelly! Top ride, love!

So the dynasty that is the Payne clan continues.

Remarkably, an eighth Payne sibling jockey

comes back a winner.

Brigid.

She's had a fall.

Our Brigid.

Our... beloved daughter...

sister and jockey.

She was just the second woman in the state

to ride professionally.

She didn't just break down barriers.

She knocked them right over.

She's with her mother now.

Hi, little girl.

You go good?

Yeah. I won.

I want to ride with Ginge.

No way. You've still got a year of your apprenticeship to go.

You let the others ride with different trainers. Why can't I?

Because you're not ready!

I'm ready.

You're ready when I say you are!

I'm ready, Dad.

I'm lucky if I get a ride a month.

You've only got Chattanooga and Percival's Pride left, Dad.

How am I supposed to get race-fit

when you've only got two horses?

Patience, little girl. You just need more time.

I've been patient for two years.

You could have a fine career in the country.

I don't want a fine career in the bloody country!

I want to ride Group 1s. I want to be the best.

No!

How long do I have to wait for?

Till I'm dead?

You will do as I say, little girl!

I'm not your little girl.

Hi. I'm Michelle Payne.

Uh, I'm a jockey. I'm available for track work.

I'll just be outside if anyone needs me.

How'd she run?

Yeah, clean in the wind,

big, strong action on the straight.

All right, well, take her round again. Easy.

Another Payne, eh?

Yeah!

Is that tap ever gonna be turned off?

Oh, I'm still an apprentice, but I'm happy to ride--

How's your dad?

Good! Yeah. Yeah, good.

Say g'day to him for me.

You reckon she'll be ready by Saturday, mate?

See you get him stretched out a little.

-Ollie. -Ollie.

-Hey, fellas. -G'day, son.

-D. Oliver!

Ah, the great man.

-How are you? -How are you?

-Ollie, how are you, son? -Good, good.

How's Shelly going in the big smoke?

Well, Cathy says she's struggling.

Therese tells me--

Hang on, why are Cathy and Therese

telling you about your own daughter?

Joanie...

I think she might need someone to manage her down there.

If you're looking at me, I've never managed anyone in my life.

See, all the others, they... they had their time with Mary,

but Michelle, she's never had any, um...

Mothering?

Someone more than a manager. Someone to look out for her.

More of a...

female type.

Suppose that roughly sums me up.

Yeah.

I know you won't give me a race ride yet,

but, um... I'm happy just to do track work.

You don't even need to pay me.

Thanks, Garry.

Your brother Patrick's going well as a trainer.

Yeah, he is.

And Andrew's moved into training too?

Yeah, he has.

You as good as your sisters?

Better.

So, will you give me a ride or not?

That depends on whether you give me one.

How'd you go today? Any luck?

Yeah, good. Got a couple of possibilities.

Yeah. Thanks, Dad.

No, I know. I'm over the moon. Yeah.

Hey, Michelle just walked in. I'll hand you over.

Okay. Okay.

Bye, Dad.

Said he had to go feed the horses.

Yeah.

So, Kerrin and I have some news...

Do you reckon you could introduce me to Lee Freedman?

I told you she'd do this.

What?

I'm retiring.

Why?

Kerrin and I are getting married!

No, why are you retiring?

Because I've had over 3,000 rides

and there's other things I want to do

than get up at 3am and ride round and round in circles.

Cong-- Congratulations!

-Thank you! -Thanks.

Wombat!

What?

Bairdy wants me to take him out again.

Really? Well, he never told me.

Yeah. Give us a leg up.

Who's that riding your horse, Bairdy?

No bloody idea.

It's the Payne girl.

Not bad form.

Hard to tell with her jodhpurs on.

Yes, she's got great balance in the saddle.

Yes. "She".

It is a female name for a good reason, Clive.

A woman jockey.

No, we've covered that, Rusty.

Yeah, female. A human mare, if you like.

No, Andrew's a trainer now.

Nathan?

Okay, I'm not gonna argue, Nate. Your loss.

Dad asked you to be my manager, didn't he?

No. I offered.

Okay, yes, he did, but I'm not supposed to tell you.

And, yes, I have no experience, and clearly I'm no good at it.

Yes?

Oh. Hello, Colin.

Gee, I don't know. She's pretty busy.

Yeah, look, we should be able to make that work.

Okay. She'll be there. Bye.

And we're off and racing!

No, Mick, Werribee's gonna be too tight for her to get to.

No, it's not. Kyneton 11:20,

Kyabram... See, 2:10...

-Hands on the wheel. -And back to Werribee at four o'clock. It's fine.

Oh, dear Jesus, Shelly. Pull over. Let me drive.

I'll call you back.

Sorry!

Think that'll show under the dress?

Unless I get a Group 1, my career's going nowhere.

You need to call the owners directly.

Shelly, it's my one day off. I'm trying to get an outfit organized

for your sister's wedding. Please.

"Weapon of Mass Reduction"? Now we're talking!

Have you called your father yet?

I tried.

Well, please try harder. You're both as stubborn as each other.

"Slims, shapes and sculpts".

What am I, the Venus de Milo?

I have tried twice. He hasn't even tried at all.

Twice! Really? That hard?

Ooh! You must be exhausted.

Hello, Peter.

Oh. Um...

No, I'm afraid she's solidly booked.

Oh! Oh. H-- Hang on.

No, I might just be able to squeeze you in...

It'll be tight, but I think she'll be able to do it.

Excellent. Bye!

-You've got a Group 1. -Are you for real?

Peter Summers. Krasky. Moonee Valley!

-Stevie. Hi, Shelly.

Hey. Hey, buddy. Um...

-Is Dad there? Yeah, he is.

Do you reckon you could get him for me?

Okay.

Dad. Michelle's on the phone.

He said he's too busy.

Okay.

Hey, can you tell him that I got a Group 1?

Okay.

-Thanks, bud. -See ya.

And a big welcome to Moonee Valley on a major Group 1 day.

The track is in magnificent condition

and it's rated a good four,

and the rail is in the true place today...

Oh, hi, Damien, hi! So excited to meet you!

-You made it! -Sure did.

- Did Dad bring you? No. Cathy did.

I put ten bucks on you.

Oh, thanks, buddy!

Fourth place.

Damp.

Slow on the rail.

It's okay, boy.

Hey, boy. Just relax.

How you going?

You're a good boy.

Gonna win today.

Good boy.

Hey?

You know that you're not supposed to be in there?

It's okay.

I'm Down syndrome.

You like horses, do you?

Some I do, some I don't.

Easy.

Yeah, some give me the shits too.

What do you think of this one?

He's lonely.

But I love this horse.

What's your name, mate?

Stevie Payne.

-You Paddy's son? Yes, I am.

There's a good boy.

Left on a pretty good line, to.

Krasky showed not a great deal of speed...

Oi! Keep going!

Get back! What are you doing? Get off me!

Coming through!

Inside!

You're bloody on me! Get off!

Get out of the way!

Get off me! Get back to the bush where you belong!

But Michelle Payne is in the winner's circle tonight,

and she gets Krasky home by three-quarters.

Eldehara second, ahead of Smooth Crew, then Twisted Heart,

a gap in the race in to Princess Tippity...

You should be hauled in front of the stewards for that.

You put the entire field in danger.

I put the field in danger?

You're the one in the wrong. You moved when there was no room.

What do you want me to do? Roll out the red carpet for you?

Just remind me who came first and who came second.

Correct weight.

I'm pulling you from Cranbourne tomorrow.

The wedding's at 1:00. It's too tight.

No, it's not. No, I've done the timings. It's fine.

Nice ride out there, Michelle.

-Thanks, Rusty. G'day, Joan.

Do you reckon you can get your weight down to 50 by Saturday?

No, Rusty, she definitely can't. She's 53 kilos.

-Horse? -Vladivostok. Sandown.

Group 1.

Sure can.

-Three kilos? No way. -Easy.

-Great. Thanks.

What terrific conditions we have here today, folks.

We've got a fine young filly from a great pedigree

and a terrific young stallion.

But seriously, we gather here

to unite these two people in matrimony.

Their decision to marry has not been taken lightly,

and today, they publicly declare

their private love and devotion to each other.

K. McEvoy, what can I say?

I would thank him for taking Cathy off my hands,

except look at you, mate.

You're punching above your weight.

-Oh!

He's a terrific bloke.

Uh, more importantly, a terrific jockey.

And a lucky one too, because he's got our Cathy today,

and, um... like all my girls,

she gets her looks from her mum, and, um...

we remember her today, but, um...

Anyway, I want to toast the bridal couple.

Please raise your glasses.

To K. McEvoy and Cathy.

-The happy couple.

And if I could just take a moment

to toast someone who has done more work

than anyone else I know

and has finally been rewarded for that.

Our Stevie...

has last week been offered a full-time job for D.K. Weir

at his new training outfit at Warrnambool.

-So, here's to you, Stevie.

Good on ya, mate. We're so proud of you, mate.

Stevie! Stevie! Stevie!

I am so proud of you, buddy.

Thanks.

-I'm gonna sit down. -Yeah.

How's it going, Stinky?

Come on. Haven't seen you eat anything all night.

What weight are you trying to get to?

50 by tomorrow.

Are you nuts?

I'm still two and a half over.

I finally have a chance to ride a good horse.

I've spent a year riding all the hacks.

Group 1s always get pulled off for the blokes.

No, no, no. Every apprentice gets pulled off rides, Stinky.

I was pulled off, what, ten times?

Try 100!

He'll come 'round, Shell.

No, he won't.

He's stubborn and selfish.

He only thinks about himself.

Right. So you must take after Mum, then.

He only ever wanted me to stick around to help him run this place.

You really think that's why?

Maybe he didn't want to lose another one of his girls.

Fifty-two.

Fifty.

Correct weight. Good job. You all right?

-Yeah, good. -Good.

Forty-eight.

So, the last of them loading in now.

Vladivostok for Michelle Payne takes her place in the stalls,

and they're ready in the 1,300 meters.

Clear!

Starter has them now. They're set.

Ready to go.

Vladivostok for Michelle Payne jumps okay.

but doesn't muster early speed.

Space Lab and Future Perfect first to begin

from Midnight Storm and The Flag Is Flying.

Come on, give us a bit of room!

...the lead now and settles in front of South Island.

Future Perfect gets into a good place

ahead of Midnight Storm and Space Lab, then Realign...

Keep going! ...Door Fly, behind them...

Get off me, jockey!

Schumpeter well back with Generalissimo

and Vladivostok well back and held up for a run.

Turning in, Butt Out has it.

Tackled by South Island, Midnight Storm and Future Perfect.

Running on now is Generalissim. Schumpeter making ground.

Not a lot of room for Vladivostok, but he is making ground.

In fact, he's charging through the field.

South Island got to Butt Out and Future Perfect.

Generalissimo running on.

But Vladivostok bursts through late,

takes the lead for Michelle Payne and gets up to win!

Ooh! One down after going over the line. Vladivostok there.

Vladivostok having a heavy fall after the winning post.

The horse is quite okay

and the ambulance attendants are rushing over

to help out Michelle Payne now.

Dad!

Dad, Dad! She had a fall!

She's not moving.

This looks to be a nasty one as the ambulance attendants...

I know. I know. I'm on my way.

Oh, shit!

Andrew! Michelle's had a fall.

Michelle Payne still unresponsive.

Tell me she's alive.

-What's the story? -She in surgery?

-We don't know yet. Is it her neck?

Have you heard from Dad yet?

-No. Have you seen him? -It's okay.

Anyone see her fall?

Where's the doctor? Is he here?

Here's Dad now. -Who are we speaking to?

-I heard it was bad. It looked really bad.

Hey, mate.

Dad, they've intubated her and they're trying to stabilize her,

but we don't know anything else yet.

For the moment, she's better in a comatose state.

The scans reveal a lot of bleeding

inside and outside the brain, and there is some evidence

of damage to the right frontal lobe.

-What does that mean? It means we wait.

The blood clots will slowly reabsorb

and we'll be able to assess the extent of Michelle's damage.

I'm sorry it's not great news.

It's your mum's.

I was selfish, I know that.

But I was right.

If... If...

If only I hadn't let her go.

No, stop kicking yourself, Paddy.

You've done a grand job under impossible circumstances.

I've lost two of them, Father.

You're a good man, Paddy.

God sees that.

It's not God's forgiveness I'm after.

Come on. Let's pray for her together.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus...

Yeah, much better now.

Hey, Stinky.

Hey?

Why the hell are you giving her that?

Thought it might cheer her up.

She can't read, you moron.

You know, even if she could,

it's the last thing she should be reading.

-Coffee? -Sure.

Okay.

In the second at Doomben,

we've got C. Webb on Craig-Lee Rubble.

I hear he goes like the clappers.

Ready?

Gently, gently.

Can you lift that hand for me, Michelle?

Good girl.

Tell me...

do you remember how to spell your name?

M...

I...

That's okay.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Th...

That's enough for today.

You did really well.

And we'll carry on tomorrow.

Who won the 1983 Melbourne Cup?

Kiwi.

Jockey?

Jimmy 'Pumper' Cassidy.

1930?

Phar Lap. -Colors?

Crimson, black-white sleeves.

See, you've got to ask some questions

that she might at least be interested in.

Righto, Stevie.

All right, mate.

Here.

Right, let's have you, little girl.

-There you go. Good.

Okay, mate.

Yeah, Andrew made that.

Shit!

Well done.

You've made great progress, Michelle.

But another injury to the head could be fatal.

You've got to do whatever you can to protect it.

When can I ride again?

Hi.

You're out of your mind.

Get married, go travelling and have kids.

There's a reason they call it

the most dangerous sport on earth.

-Who'll look after you if you're permanently brain-damaged?

Paralyzed? Dad can't.

I will.

Shelly, I can't be part of this anymore.

If I get you a ride and something happens...

So, what do you want me to do?

Go back to being the youngest of ten,

doing as I'm told by everybody else?

Like you ever did what you were told!

I don't see you telling your husbands to give up,

-and they've all been injured. Dad, please,

just tell her.

I did try to do that once.

Didn't work out so well.

No.

If that little girl's made up her mind...

there's no-one here or in heaven that can make her change it.

I'll pick you up in a week.

No. I'm getting the train home.

Stevie boy! All good?

All good. Yep. -Right.

Hi, boy.

What are you doing in there?

What's going on?

What's wrong? What's wrong, buddy?

His name is Prince of Penzance.

He's had more medical issues than you.

It's a shame you're out of action.

Could have taken him for a spin.

I'm not out of action.

I'm just on a break. Doctor's given me a month.

Okay.

Prince's injury's healing nicely. I've put it up for you.

Good. Thanks, darl.

You can take him down to the beach if you like.

Beautiful boy!

We'll see if that eases the tendon.

-Where's Stevie? I have to ride that horse.

That is probably the best horse I've ever ridden.

Hey, Dusty, when you've finished your little beauty treatment,

take Trident out for a trot

and see if the hindquarters are still tight.

No worries, Mr. Weir.

"Mister"? Do I look like a bank manager to you, Mick?

-Not to me. -Good.

Darren?

Darren!

You're still following me, aren't you?

I will do whatever it takes.

I will drive every day to Warrnambool.

-I have to ride that horse.

Michelle.

You've fractured your skull. Now your back.

Both your elbows. Your neck.

Is there any part of you that's not damaged?

My ability to win.

Fine. You can bunk in with Stevie.

But... no promises.

You won't regret it, Mr. Weir!

You'll regret calling me that. Don't.

Don't. Good. Yep.

Yes!

You're looking good.

That's it, boy.

Oh, much stronger, Prince.

Looking really good. Much better.

-That's it, boy. That's it, boy!

He's getting better. Good as new.

-Good boy. Good boy.

Whoa!

Maddy, can you take him down to the water walker?

-Put him on for ten minutes. Yep.

He looks good. Yeah.

Let's try him on a short run.

...Spirit pulled out, raced up,

but Prince of Penzance has beaten off Laid Back Larry!

Prince of Penzance and Oregon Spirit.

Down to the back, 50 to go.

Prince of Penzance digs in hard, finds plenty,

and the Prince gets in by three-quarters of a length to Oregon Spirit!

In the running, here comes the Prince.

He said, "See you later, boys." He moves up on the outside

and, in a bonanza performance, goes home and wins well...

You managed him beautifully in the final 400, Shell.

He sure runs well for you.

-Cheers! -Sure does.

-Michelle Payne. -Michelle Payne!

Now looking at the Moonee Valley Cup,

a qualifying race for the Melbourne Cup,

and Opinion is the favorite.

Prince of Penzance, Michelle Payne,

four runs back from a spell.

He's had his issues with injuries,

but he might be a chance here.

This distance looks ideal for him.

Ready to go. They're off and racing.

And Opinion jumping well over on the outside,

the favorite...

Opinion got away well,

and going through is Black Tycoon

soon after the start.

Precedence is now drifting back.

Black Tycoon, Au Revoir, Albonetti are up there

ahead of Epingle and Le Roi, who holds the rails.

And on the outside, Prince of Penzance strikes hard!

Prince of Penzance draws away and wins it for Michelle Payne!

Your attention, please. There's a protest.

A protest on the Moonee Valley Cup...

Don't antagonize them.

We need this win if he's gonna get a run in the Melbourne Cup.

Just keep your cool.

Come in, riders.

Clearly, there was insufficient room for you to take the run.

There was room when I went.

The runners ahead of me shifted position and it closed.

Michelle, you of all people should know better

than to put other jockeys at risk.

I didn't.

Okay, let's... let's have another look. Bernie?

This will tell the story.

She isn't holding the line at all.

That gap's tight. Gutsy.

She's forced Damien over so far...

No, look at her! She's...

Ooh!

You are charged with careless riding.

Any jockey worth their salt would have taken that run!

Are you telling me how to do my job?

No. No, I'm just saying that...

the gap was there when I went.

Just keep your cool. Keep your cool.

You're suspended for 20 meets.

I did not cause that fall!

If that was an appeal...

-it's denied. -This is not fair!

Do you want me to make it 40 meets?

I'm taking this to the tribunal.

Oh, and how many times have you done that, Michelle?

Dismissed.

What about the win?

Rich?

Well done, Darren!

Congratulations!

Next stop, Melbourne Cup!

I'm sorry, Michelle. But you are the one that's suspended.

Not that horse.

I just qualified him for the Melbourne Cup.

So, what do you want me to do?

Sit him in a paddock for 20 meets?

I've been on every one of his starts. I have had six wins.

Yeah. It was all you. Dunno why they pay me.

Okay, Maddy.

Keep going, Drew. I'm proud of you.

Yeah.

All good, Drew? Yeah.

See you, Michelle.

Come on. Close up.

Hello?

I am not dead yet and I do not want to be resuscitated.

If the Lord's will is that I go, I go.

So just don't let them put me under the knife.

I don't want it.

Barry over there's crook as a dog, but I'm--

Dad, just calm down, all right? You've had a heart attack.

I'm all right, aren't I, Nursie?

If the Lord wants me, he can have me.

No, Dad. The Lord doesn't want you.

I've lived a full life.

Well...

I did want to see you settled down and happy,

like your sisters.

It's okay, Dad.

I've found the one.

I just... just hope he's good enough for you.

Oh, he is, Dad.

He's a Prince.

How many legs has he got?

Excuse me, guys? He really does need his rest.

I'll give you a call if anything changes.

See you tomorrow, Dad.

See you, Dad.

Michelle?

Yeah?

What will happen if Dad goes away?

What will happen with me then?

I'll look after you, buddy.

Because you haven't got a boyfriend.

No!

No, you dingbat!

No.

'Cause you're my best friend.

And... we're gonna build a home,

and I'll have a ton of horses.

I'll train 'em up and you'll be my number one strapper.

What will happen if you die?

-Hello? Michelle?

Michelle, he's gone.

Michelle?

Stewards and doctors! They know stuff-all!

Go fight for your Prince, love.

She's served her suspension.

She was the one that qualified your horse for the Melbourne Cup by taking risks.

So why not take one on her?

We've put thousands into this broken horse's medical bills.

-Three bone chip operations. -Major abdominal surgery.

Six years old. It's a miracle he's racing.

-Exactly. -This is our last chance to make something back.

And if he doesn't end up in the top ten,

that's money we'll never see again.

Face facts - no woman jockey's even come close to winning the Melbourne Cup.

It all comes down to strength in that last 100 meters.

Bottom line, she's too reckless.

That's why she got susp--

You've never had a problem with me riding Prince.

And now all of a sudden you want to replace me.

Why?

Shell, it's nothing personal.

We're just trying to give the horse his best chance.

I have ridden him in almost every race.

I get that horse and he gets me.

He's mine.

The Cup is a hard race. You need strength.

I'll tell you what you need.

You think it's all about strength.

It is about so much more than that.

You need to understand your horse.

You need the skill to read the field.

And most of all...

you need to be patient!

And if you all think differently, then...

well, then...

you're all a bunch of bloody idiots!

Do you want to know how to win the biggest race in the world?

Like that.

Busy Cup Day?

Are you for real?

You're on.

-G'day, Darren. -Hey, Neil.

If you get barrier 18, just put it back.

Okay.

Yes. 'Cause no horse has ever won from 18.

-Stevie? -Yep?

-Where's your tie? -I don't wear ties.

-Why? -I don't like 'em.

Neither do I.

All right, you need to get me one or two, okay?

Okay. I'll get number one.

And the best strapper in the business, Stevie Payne,

is gonna come forward and pick the barrier.

Steve told me he's after barrier one or two.

-And he's picked barrier one!

He has the magic touch, your brother..

The only thing that matters

is the odds you give yourself.

What do you think his chances are, Stevie?

I reckon he'll beat the lot of 'em!

Well, in that case...

I know you don't like them,

but today, you might have to make an exception.

There we go.

Load it up.

Hi, Therese.

Yes. Yes, I've eaten.

Uh, a Berocca and a Coke Zero.

That... That does so count!

Okay. Bye.

Patrick.

Hi.

Don't go too early. I know. I got it.

Thanks. Bye.

Could you tell me what the odds are

on Prince of Penzance, please?

Ooh. Impossible to one? Nah.

Female rider, up against D. Oliver and F. Dettori?

But, happy to take your money!

Come on! Come on! Ooh!

I'd like to place $5 on her each way, please.

It's a boy horse, ma'am.

I know it is. I'm placing it on the girl.

Ah. $5 it is.

Love a woman who throws caution to the wind.

Actually, make it ten... each way.

No, 20. The win.

Thank you.

Sister.

-Morning, Trevor. -Good morning, Sister.

Number 19, Prince of Penzance.

$148.55. For the win.

She's one of yours, is she?

Thanks, Trevor.

Jockeys to the mounting yard now.

All Melbourne Cup jockeys to the mounting yard.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's time now to meet the jockeys

aiming to write their name into the record books

as the winner of the 155th Emirates Melbourne Cup.

Number 8, Max Dynamite, Willie Mullins.

Ollie!

Ridden by international star of the turf, Frankie Dettori.

Number 13, The Offer,

the legendary trainer Gai Waterhouse,

Damien Oliver!

Ollie!

Twenty-three of the 24 riders are male.

Just the fifth female to ride in the race,

say hello to a young lady, Michelle Payne--

- Come on, Michelle! ...Prince of Penzance.

A girl's never gonna win the Melbourne Cup, mate.

Not in my lifetime.

I could improve those odds.

Number 23, Excess Knowledge,

ridden by the man who won the 2000 Cup aboard Brew,

Kerrin McEvoy.

Don't go too hard too fast.

You want to be between 8th and 14th.

On the fence, smothered away.

Yeah, okay. What are we at?

Hundred to one.

You'd be at half that if you were a bloke.

Just try and finish in the top ten.

-All right? Right.

-Good luck, Michelle. -Good luck, Shelly.

-Hey, sis. -Good luck, Shell.

Good luck, Kerrin. Hey, Kerrin!

-Hey, good luck out there. -Hey, Shelly!

Good luck with 18. -See you on the other side.

Good luck out there! -Bye.

Hey, boy! Hey, boy.

Hey, Prince. Beautiful boy.

Nice boy.

-Stevie? -Yeah?

Can I do this?

I know the horse can.

He's gonna be a champion.

A champion!

Let's do this.

...champion rider.

So, Ollie, for Gai Waterhouse, on The Offer.

Look, I'm sure, even though Gai is probably

the most positive person I've ever met in my life,

she would have liked the skies to have opened

and taken some cut out of this ground

and given the horse his best chance,

'cause that's where he's a chance

of running a place in the Melbourne Cup

if the ground's wet.

-It's not today. He won the Sydney Cup last year.

This year's Sydney Cup winner is Grand Marshal...

Hey, Ollie, you want me to stay up with her?

Riders up the back! Come on!

Come a bit closer!

Go on! Move up again, please!

Get closer! Thank you!

Come on.

-Good boy. In you go. In you go.

-Good boy. Come on.

That's it.

We'll have to lock behind this one.

Keep coming. Keep coming!

All right, a bit further. Yeah, locked in.

Grab her head. Grab her head.

Come on, go in. Come on. Up you get.

Hang on. Hang on!

Can I have a hand? Can I have a hand?

Mum, Brig, stay with me.

Stay with me.

That's a good boy.

There's a good boy.

Make sure you give Max a good ride, 'cause I'm following you.

What are you doing after the race?

Celebrating.

Clear!

The Offer jumped well with Trip to Paris.

Prince of Penzance missed the start from the inside gate.

Who Shot Thebarman got away nicely

-from Criterion and Sertorius.

Over on the outside,

and Quest for More going forward with Big Orange.

...as they both go up towards the frontrunners.

It's a bunched field at the 2,800,

joining the course proper.

And Quest for More led narrowly from Big Orange,

Excess Knowledge, Snow Sky and Criterion.

Max Dynamite getting back, and so too is Red Cadeaux,

Preferment, Who Shot Thebarman and The United States.

They're followed by Hartnell.

Bondi Beach a good way back in the field.

Behind them is Hokko Brave and Almoonquith.

They're followed by Kingfisher.

They've settled fully. Not a lot of pace about.

Come on! -And the favorite, Fame Game,

has only four or five behind him.

Quest for More has a narrow lead,

being pressured on the outside by Excess Knowledge and Big Orange.

Trip to Paris is up there with Criterion,

Grand Marshal and Sertorius, followed by Our Ivanhowe...

That's good.

...and then followed by Gust of Wind...

...on the fence, followed by Trip to Paris, Max Dynamite...

-Come on! Go, Brett! -Go, Kerry!

Not yet, not yet. Not yet.

Wait for the sweet spot.

Come on!

...to Paris is coming into the race. Snow Sky's wide out...

Come on, Stinky, get out of there!

Come on, Michelle. Where are you?

...Fame Game and The Offer, and then Sky Hunter...

Get out of there!

...Big Orange still narrowly from Excess Knowledge.

Snow Sky a bit wider. Trip to Paris joining in...

Not yet, not yet... No! No!

Now! Take it! Run! Take it!

Suddenly a gap opens.

That's God talking to you, and you'd better listen to God,

because he will close that gap

quicker than you can say your mother's name.

-Go! -Guys?

You've found it, little girl!

Criterion trying to find a way through.

Round the outside came Sky Hunter

and Bondi Beach off the track is making ground too.

-Our Ivanhowe... -Come on, Michelle!

-Yes! Come on! -Come on! Let him go!

...on the extreme outside with The Offer...

-Come on! -Come on!

Snow Sky joining in and now Trip to Paris is comin.

They're followed then by Who Shot Thebarman.

Going for a run on the inside is Our Ivanhowe.

Coming past the 300 meters,

Excess Knowledge with the lead narrowly.

Here's Prince of Penzance coming on down the outside.

Prince of Penzance for Michelle Payne.

Now Max Dynamite starts to charge home.

Prince of Penzance from Max Dynamite.

Prince of Penzance! It's history at Flemington!

Michelle Payne!

-Yeah! -Yes!

Michelle Payne has created history at Flemington.

The first lady to win the Melbourne Cup!

Thank you, girls.

Michelle! Great ride!

Prince of Penzance,

a horse that's been dogged by injury, came back.

He really got himself into the Cup

with that great run at Moonee Valley.

And this young lady,

who's ridden the horse 22 times before today,

and the best thing possible in Australian racing

and nearly the world now, to the Melbourne Cup.

Whoo!

That was a great win. Great ride. Ten out of ten.

-Correct weight!

-Woohoo!

Woohoo!

Whoo!

Woohoo!

I reckon this one can go... here.

You went a bit early.

Couldn't wait.

You never could.

Do you want to give me a hand getting Andrew's horses

up from the bottom paddock?

-Yeah. Righto.

I put in all the effort I could.

I galloped him every gallop he had

and did everything I could to stay on him,

because I thought he had what it takes

to run a race in the Melbourne Cup and, um,

I just wanted to say that everyone else can get stuffed,

'cause they think women aren't strong enough,

but we just beat the world.

Our family's so blessed to have Stevie

and to share that experience with him,

who we've been so close our whole lives.

And it's just funny to think two little kids

that used to run around together, on the main stage

beating all the horses that come from around the world,

is absolutely incredible.

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