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[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[INDISTINCT VOICE OVER LOUDSPEAKER]

[HEARTBEAT]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[HEARTBEAT PACE INCREASES]

[HORSES GALLOPING]

[SNORING]

[SNORTS, SIGHS]

[ALARM CLOCK BEEPING]

[BEEPING STOPS]

[DOG WHIMPERS]

[WATER RUNNING]

[SIGHS]

And how are we today?

- [QUACKING]
- You feeling better? [CHUCKLES]

Be good.

- [DOOR OPENS]
- [QUACKS]

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[WHIRRING]

[SCANNER BEEPING]

£16.83, please.

£32.28, please.

[SIGHS]

- NEIGHBOR #1: Hi, Jan.
- NEIGHBOR #2: Hi, Jan.

All right, Cath? Anne?

- [VACUUM CLEANER WHIRRING]
- Mam?

- Are you all right?
- WOMAN: I'm fine, love.

I just knelt down to try and light the fire.

Couldn't get up again.
[CHUCKLES]

As I was here,
I thought I'd have a little sit down.

Oh! Quite comfy, really.

She looked a goner to me.

If I'd tried to get her up,

I'd have ended up on the floor myself.

So I said, "Best get Jan."

And I said, "Don't bother her.
She'll be at Tesco's."

- JAN: Co-op, Mam. I work at the Co-op.
- [VACUUM CLEANER STOPS]

And how many times have I told
you to leave the fire to me?

I hate for you to feel you
have to do everything for us.

MAN: Rubbish.
All she's got

is that useless lump, Brian,
to look after.

She hasn't even got the pigeons anymore.

Besides, what's a daughter for if it's
not to look after her mam and dad?

[SPEAKING WELSH]

I told you before, son, if you
lived closer I could do it

and you wouldn't need
to pay for a babysitter.

All right. Bye-bye.

[SIGHS]

State of my parents.

Dad calls, said Mam's had a fall.

Dashed round thinking she'd had a stroke.

- She all right?
- Yeah. She's just had another funny turn.

It'd be so much easier
if they moved in here with us.

We got the room now Dennis
and Sasha have flown the nest.

I know you and Dad under the same roof
might not be a bed of roses, but...

Didn't use a glove in my day.
It was just spit, rub and shove.

[COW BELLOWS]

There was that time I lost
my watch up there, mind.

Brian?

I've won the EuroMillions.

[BRIAN CHUCKLES]

I'm having an affair with John the post.

BRIAN: Absolutely bloody clueless.

- I'm leaving you, Brian.
- I've seen it all now.

What's for tea, love?

[COW ON TV BELLOWS]

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

[CHATTERING]

MAN: I nearly crashed my car earlier.

Those wild ponies are down
off the mountain again.

MAN #2: Aye. Lured by chips and curry sauce.

Cheer up, Gerwyn.
Might never happen.

You mean you paying your bar tab?
I'd already drawn that conclusion.

No more credit.

MAN: I'm telling you, boys.

Our horse, Sweet Gemma,
was in the race of her life.

And you know what gave her the edge?
Her good breeding.

MAN #2: Bona fide thoroughbred she was.

MAN: Coming round the far bend,
she's still going well.

She's about four lengths
clear of the third horse.

I'm already running down to the front.

And then I lose sight of her.

I think she's gone down.
My horse has fallen.

And so I panic, and I'm fighting
my way down to the track.

And there she is, Sweet Gemma,
giving it everything she's got,

and she comes through on the outside and wins!

[MEN LAUGHING, CHATTERING]

- I duck under the rails...
- MAN #3: Totally illegal.

MAN: Totally illegal, and I run
across the track to congratulate her.

She was my horse, and she won!

[LAUGHING]

Haven't seen him in here before.

MAN #3: You gotta dream big.

Howard Davies, accountant-type.

Used to drink up the Cross Keys.

Started coming in here Thursdays after squash.

Owns a racehorse, does he?

Owned. Part of a syndicate.
Till it all went tits up.

- What happened?
- He doesn't like to talk about that bit.

JAN: Oh, aye.

Word is, he almost lost everything:

pile of cash, house, missus.

- [TAP GURGLES]
- Bitter's gone.

HOWARD: Who's having one more? Before we go?

[MEN CHATTERING]

Six Stella, please.

- Howard, is it?
- That's right.

Owned a racehorse, I gather?

Couldn't help overhearing.

- Must be an expensive business.
- What?

To buy one.

Well, let's see,

Sheikh Omari just shelled out
16 million for French Over,

winner of the Welsh Grand National.

Mind you, that was dollars, not pounds,

so it's more affordable than you think.

Bring them over can you, please?
Thanks.

You've got arms, haven't you?

Gerwyn said to put it on my slate.

[BRIAN SNORING]

[WHIRRING]

WOMAN: There's a spillage in aisle six.

It looks like chicken korma.

[SIGHS]

- What's for tea, love?
- Just starting on it now.

Hello.

You are not gonna believe this.

The goat's got ringworm.

And now this duck has got
bumblefoot like the others.

[MAN SPEAKING ON TV]

Here, this fella's making a complete
balls-up of castrating this alpaca.

It's a two-man job, see.

One to hold him down by the legs and
the other to nip off the squealers.

Could you turn that off?

[TV OFF]

I want you to help me buy a mare.

You'll never learn to ride at your age.

I'm going to breed a racehorse.

Aye, and I'm gonna play fly-half
for Wales next Saturday.

I bred budgies, rabbits, whippets.

Won prizes, didn't I?
And pigeons.

First woman to win the
Welsh Open back in the day.

Then let's get you another pigeon.
Or two even.

I'm breeding a racehorse.
I've done my research.

A lot more to learn, I'm sure.

But there's this fella
that comes in the club.

- What fella?
- Howard. Bit arrogant.

But he's an expert,
and I'm hoping he'll help.

[LAUGHING]
It's absolute madness.

I mean, to even think
of breeding a racehorse,

you're gonna need to buy
a thoroughbred mare.

Where you gonna get one of those?

"Retired pedigree racehorse for brood mare."

£300?

Oh, Jan, man.

BRIAN: £300.

Could have gone to Benidorm for that.

- MAN: Top racehorse, she was.
- JAN: No, she wasn't. I checked.

But she got good ancestry, though.

And her father's father's father,
what a stallion.

His semen has gone all over the world.

You're lovely.
Yes, you are.

Where the bloody hell are we gonna keep her?

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[GEARS GRINDING]

WOMAN: What the hell is that?

- MAN: Oi.
- [GROANS]

I hope you got planning
permission for that, Daisy.

Sod off, Maldwyn.

According to council regulations,

a wooden outbuilding should not exceed

a maximum eaves height of 2.5 meters.

[TRUCK HORN HONKING]

Oh, what's that racket?

I hope it's got its emissions certificate.

[GEARS GRINDING]

No business bringing a
vehicle that size down here.

[ENGINE OFF]

[JAN SIGHS]

Thanks for the help, Goose.

You're lucky the box was available, Jan.

Been using it all winter to store Hoovers.
All totally legit, mind.

Hello.

Hello.

All right.

Come on, Rewbell.
Come on.

- [REWBELL BLUSTERING]
- Come on, Rewbell.

Come on, Rewbell.

Come on.

- Come on, lovely.
- Here, let me.

WOMAN: How many animals
do they think they need?

WOMAN #2: Hope they're gonna clean up after it.

BRIAN: Don't worry about this bloody circus.

WOMAN: They can't get the bloody thing out.

What about one of these?

You like that?

Wanna come down, yeah?
Down we go.

Yeah.

All right.

Good girl.
Come on. Come on.

There you are.

Not much, but it's home.

[CHUCKLES]

[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]

All right, two pints, please.

So... made a start, haven't I?

Sorry?

Rewbell, she's called.

Found it working on the beach

with the other donkeys down Barry Island.

Keeping it on the bloody allotment, I heard.

You mean, you've actually gone
and bought a mare?

Gotta find the right stallion now.

Seen a couple I like the look of.

Yeah?

You got the ten grand
for the stud fees, have you?

Vet's charges, stabling, insurance?

And that's all before it starts racing.
If it ever does.

But I read up about it.

There's ways of doing these things,
isn't there?

We set up a syndicate.

'Cause if, say,
20 people in the village

put in a tenner a week for two years.

I mean, I know it's complicated, but...

Yeah, it is.
But most people in the village

haven't got two beans to rub together.

It's normally wealthy, professional
men who go in for this kind of thing.

Bring them over, would you?

I wasn't asking for your help, anyway.

["HOLDING A DREAM" BY GENE LATTER PLAYING]

♪ Sounds good ♪

♪ I saw the smile
On your face ♪

♪ And the look in your eye ♪

♪ When you pass by to me ♪

♪ What you don't realize ♪

♪ That I'm hurt deep inside ♪

Right.
And that's what I'm doing.

I'm going to kick you out.

♪ You said that
I don't need you ♪

♪ I want you
More than need you ♪

Don't judge me, Jan.
They're my only solace.

Have a look at that.

♪ When I dream, it's of you ♪

What do you think?

Sorry, Jan, no call for it these days.

Not since that scandal with the lasagna.

Happily take those geese off your hands, mind.

Dead or alive.

♪ I'm holding on to a dream ♪

♪ Yes, I am holding a dream ♪

♪ I'm holding on to a dream
Yes, I am ♪

WOMAN: The tax compliance
framework for Sinclair Beatty.

Need that done by 3:00.

And I need this one done by lunchtime.

[GOAT BLEATS, GEESE HONKING]

[CHICKENS CLUCK]

- [YELPS]
- [HONKING]

It's that fella from the club.

All right.

I, uh... I thought maybe I
was a bit hasty in the club.

Lucky I've got thick skin, then.

This is Brian.

But you can call me Daisy.

Oh.

[HORSE BLUSTERS]

[SIGHS]

[BRIAN SIGHS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

Just as I thought. Having to beat
them back at the door, are you?

BRIAN: Very funny, Gerwyn.

Well, Jan, no one can say
you didn't try, love.

One more minute, Brian.

GERWYN: Your missus know
you're doing this, Howard?

No danger of losing your house
with this non-starter.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

Oh.

Evening, all. Gerwyn.

I'm fully briefed and ready to
assess the viability of this venture.

Maureen!
Glad you could make it.

Nothing on the telly.

I just gotta say,

I know absolutely sod all about racehorses.

That's all right, Maureen.
I've done the research for all of us.

[DOOR OPENS]

- BRIAN: Well, well.
- JAN: Hi, Goose.

- All right.
- Have a seat.

- Goose, is it?
- Yeah.

- Howard.
- Nice to meet you.

- Goose.
- Maldwyn.

I'd have been in sooner,
only I had to de-gunge the mincer.

You can't mix your meats.

Take a seat, Nerys.

Sorry, Howard.
Got totally lost, mate.

Hello. Peter.

Daisy.

Bloody satnav tried to
send us into the lake.

Oh, they will do that, yes.

HOWARD: Peter and Gordon, mates from work.

And this is Kev, he's my neighbor.

JAN: Right.
Welcome, everyone.

- Let's crack on.
- [DOOR SLAMS OPEN]

MAN: Ha!

God's sake.

If you lot are good enough
to own a bloody racehorse,

so am I.

- It's a tenner every week, Kerby, you pillock.
- Oh.

So... [CLEARS THROAT]
the purpose of this meeting...

[ALL GRUNT]

JAN: Brian, have you got 50p?

MALDWYN: Where's the organization in this place?

BRIAN: There you go, love.

KERBY: No one touch my tenner.

- MAUREEN: Oh, yes.
- KERBY: There you go. Bob's your uncle.

[ALL CHATTERING]

MALDWYN: Not sure I understood that last point.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I still don't quite understand.

Jan is the owner of the mother, yes?

When the foal is born,
then everyone will be the owners.

We'll all have an equal share.

So, who would take the critical decisions?

Which critical decisions?

The horse's diet, for example.
Look here.

"Racehorses should be given a
high-energy feed rich in nutrients.

Excess consumption of grass may
lead to colic and flatulence."

- We'll have enough of that with Kerby.
- [MAUREEN LAUGHS]

But this foal doesn't exist yet.
So who's the daddy?

Bien Bien, he's called.
American.

Ten year old, won 2.3 million
dollars before he retired.

They wanted three grand stud fee,
but I knocked them right down.

- Which we will pay.
- Gonna rob a bank, are you, Daisy?

JAN: Which we will pay
out of our retirement fund,

until the syndicate is up and
running and can reimburse us.

HOWARD: One thing I must stress, above all else.

If you do join, don't do it
expecting to make money.

There's a less than one percent chance
this horse will ever win a race.

So, do it for the "hwyl."
That's what this is all about.

You mean like, the "craic"?

With respect, the "hwyl" is
not the same as the "craic."

The "craic" is a Gaelic term,

whereas the "hwyl" comes
from the Brythonic branch

of the Celtic languages and means "a feeling

of emotional motivation and energy."

Right.

I'll do it for the "hwyl."

Of course I will.

Yeah, go on.
We'll both do it for the...

- What's it called again?
- The "hwyl."

English.

Yeah.

In.

- Yes.
- Yeah, me too.

In.

Gerwyn?

Well...

if there's gonna be a circus in town,

may as well have a ringside seat.

[LAUGHING, CHATTERING]

[GEARS GRIND]

[ENGINE OFF]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

MAN: Mrs. Vokes?

- I'm James.
- Sorry we're late.

Oh, that's all right.
This won't take long.

Bien Bien doesn't mess about.

Oh, God, he's handsome, though.

And this is Rewbell.

I'm not gonna lie. One of us has
left a present in the corner.

BRIAN: Come on then, girl.

What do you think?

BRIAN: Here we go. Yeah.

Well, Bien Bien is known to
upgrade his mares. [CHUCKLES]

- Go get him, girl.
- Brian.

[REWBELL NICKERS]

We should have watched.

Would you like to be watched?

I'm not a stallion.

[LAUGHS]
You can say that again.

I've had my moments, haven't I?

[LAUGHS]

Still, having a bit of fun now, aren't we?

Never knew how much I missed
messing about with horses.

It's more than "a bit of fun"
and "messing about," Brian.

Yeah.

What do you mean?

I don't know. I mean...

I need something to look forward
to when I get up in the morning.

To remind me that things can... change.

[HOOVES CLOPPING]

[JAMES WHISTLES]

That was good cover!

I hope he bought her a drink first!
[LAUGHS]

[QUACKING, HONKING]

[HEARTBEAT ON ULTRASOUND SCANNER]

[REWBELL NICKERS]

What are you looking at?

What do you want, then? Eh?

- What do you want?
- [NICKERS]

- Oh, I know.
- [SNIFFING]

I know. It's my mints you're after, isn't it?

Eh? You only want me for my mints.

[BLEATS]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Brian?

Oh, my God. I said!

Didn't I say it'd be this week?
I'm on my way.

Jan.

Jan, can I have a word?

- Jan!
- [GASPS]

Hello.

Oh, God, he's gorgeous, isn't he?

Hello.

Where's Rewbell?

We've lost her, love.

I come down first thing
and the foal had been born.

There he was, bright as a button.

But I could see straightaway
that Rewbell wasn't right.

So I called Ron and...

There was nothing we could do,
was there, Ron?

[CHATTERING]

BRIAN: Lovely, isn't he?

Maureen. Goose.

[CHUCKLING]

- [NICKERS]
- ALL: Aw.

I wasn't sure we should carry on after Rewbell.

Poor old girl.

But look at him.
He's a real fighter.

MAN: Will you look at that.

MAN #2: What about Foal Throttle?

- Butcher's Boy.
- BRIAN: Daisy Chain.

- Lost Youth.
- MAN #3: Colt Leader.

- Don't Tell The Missus.
- GOOSE: Welsh Wind!

Kerby's the expert on Welsh wind.

[ALL LAUGH]

What about Colin?

After Colin Jackson.

I used to love seeing him
fly over those hurdles.

What about Dream Alliance?

It's our dream and we're all in it together,

like an alliance, so Dream Alliance.

- Very good.
- I like that, Jan. That's good.

Nah.

Let's have a vote.

"Cefn Rocket," three votes.

- "Kerby," one vote.
- Worth a shot.

- [LAUGHING]
- "Dream Alliance," 12 votes.

ALL: Hey!

So, I am completely chuffed
to the bollocks

to announce the winner is Dream Alliance!

[ALL CHEER]

Dream Alliance!

- Dream Alliance!
- Dream Alliance!

- MAN #4: Go on, Dream.
- MAN #5: Go on, Dreamy boy.

So, you got a name.

Dream Alliance.
What do you think?

[DREAM NICKERS]

One time when I was a girl,

Dad and me took Sammy and Murphy,
our whippets, to a dog show in Pontypridd.

Didn't think we had a hope in hell,
us nobodies from the back of beyond.

But we got first and second prize.

Dad was so proud of me.

Took me for a milk shake at
Gambarini's café after to celebrate.

Mmm. Seemed like anything was possible.

[DREAM NICKERS]

["FIRE IN MY HEART" BY SUPER FURRY ANIMALS PLAYING]

♪ I've got a fire in my heart
For you ♪

[NICKERS]

♪ I've got a fire in my heart
For you ♪

♪ I've got a fire
In my heart ♪

♪ Though I'm falling apart ♪

♪ Still I've got a fire
In my heart for you ♪

[SONG CONTINUES PLAYING]

Hungry are you, boy?

♪ I've a butterfly stomach
For you ♪

♪ And as the cars fly by ♪

♪ I just break down and cry ♪

♪ Still I've got a fire
In my heart for you ♪

There you go, boy.

♪ Well,
The monkey puzzle tree ♪

♪ Has some questions ♪

♪ For the watchdogs
Of the profane ♪

♪ And I ask is it sad ♪

♪ That I'm
Driving myself mad ♪

♪ As this fire in my heart
Turns blue ♪

♪ I've got a fire
In my heart ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ I've got a fire in my heart
For you ♪

♪ I've got a fire in my heart
For you ♪

[SONG FADES]

BRIAN: This driveway's longer than our high street.

Are you sure about this, love?

JAN: Philip Hobbs is the best trainer in the country.

This is where Dream should be.

[EXHALES]

MAN: Hello?

Well, you've missed the turning.
It's a mile back down the road.

No, mate, no. I've come about
the position of trainee jockey.

- Pardon?
- We've made an appointment with Mr. Hobbs.

Uh... I'm afraid the guv'nor's with an owner.

- Let's get him out, Brian.
- Aye.

- MAN: Guv'nor?
- PHILIP: Excuse me.

MAN: They say they've got an appointment?

I'm afraid I know nothing about this.

Howard arranged an appointment with your office.

- Who's Howard?
- Howard Davies. Helps me run our syndicate.

Come on, then, boy.
Come on, let's show them.

This is our boy.
Dream Alliance.

You've actually brought the horse with you?

I'm sorry. I'm busy right now.
If an appointment was made,

it would have only been for a preliminary chat

so you could view the facilities
and discuss our charges.

I know about your charges and I'm
sorry we didn't come in a helicopter.

We'll take our custom elsewhere.

Brian.

BRIAN: Come on, boy.
Back to the valleys for us.

Look, you've obviously come a long way.

Johnson, get the horse saddled
up and put him in the arena.

I'll give you an honest opinion.

Brian.

- What?
- Get him out.

[CLICKING TONGUE]

Come on, boy. Come on.
[CLICKS TONGUE]

- [WHINNIES]
- RIDER: Whoa.

Whoa.

- [WHINNIES]
- Eh, eh.

Calm. Come on, boy.
Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

With a bit of work...

be worth giving him a crack at
your local gymkhana. Good luck.

[WHINNIES]

Come on. Walk on.

He's not having it, Jan.

Come on, boy.
Walk on. Come on.

Come on, lad.

RIDER: Come on.
Ooh! Whoa.

Come on. Come on, boy.
Walk on.

Come on. That's it.
Come on.

Come on. Good boy.

Good boy.

Guv'nor?

Well?

PHILIP: He's pretty rough around the edges...

but he's definitely got something about him.

It's...

spirit.

Character.

Like his owners.

We'll take him for a couple of months,
see what we can do.

- No promises.
- Thank you. That's all I wanted.

Johnson will sort you out with a
stable and we'll go from there.

I'll miss you, Dream.

I'll be thinking of you every day.

This is what you were born to do.

Be brave and brilliant.

Okay.
[CLICKING TONGUE]

Walk on.
[CLICKS TONGUE]

[DREAM BLUSTERS]

- JAN: Hello?
- [DOOR SHUTS]

JAN'S MOM: Any news about your pony, love?

Racehorse, Mam.

- No, nothing.
- Oh, thank you.

Howard calls occasionally and all they
say is they're still assessing him.

JAN'S DAD: A horse raised on an allotment

has got a cat in hell's chance of ever racing.

Howard says while they've still got him,
there's hope.

Brian had a horse once, didn't he?
Lovely big teeth it had.

Now, he hasn't got the horse,
or the teeth.

- JAN: Let me, Brian. You get off home.
- It's damp.

[BRIAN GRUNTS]

Well, a fat lot of use he was.

JAN'S MOM: He can't help his arthritis.

He could have helped getting our Janet
in the family way when she was only 17.

[SCOFFS] It's been 30 years, Dad.
Can you just leave it, now?

[PHONE VIBRATES]

Hello?

We're going to the races.

- What?
- Philip Hobbs just e-mailed us.

But he's gonna put Dream in
a bumper race for beginners.

Oh, my God, he's gonna race?

[SHOUTS]
Our horse is gonna race!

Whoo!
[LAUGHS]

[HORN HONKS]

HOWARD: Right, I'm off!

Was Davina okay with you taking the day off?

Oh, yeah. Not to worry, love.
All taken care of.

How come you're leaving so early, anyway?

Chepstow's not that far.

Well, Kev and I just wanted
to make a real day of it.

You know, savor the atmosphere.

Have a couple of bevvies and a bar snack.

Ta, love.

You still haven't told Angela about all this?

You know, I'll let her know in time.

She'll be absolutely fine with it.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[SNORING]

♪ Daisy's got his teeth in
Daisy's got his teeth in ♪

- Good luck, Jan!
- Thanks, lovely!

John!

♪ We're off
To see our horse race ♪

♪ We're off to see
Our horse race ♪

[ALARM BEEPING]

- GOOSE: Here he comes!
- NERYS: Fine figure of a man.

ALL: Ooh...

[ALL CHEER]

GOOSE: Slept in, did we, Kerby?

No, no.
You're not sitting here.

Your flies are undone.

The cage may be open,
but the beast is asleep.

- Room for two more?
- [ALL CHEER]

[CHATTERING]

- GERWYN: Oh, the dynamic duo.
- We are off to the races!

[CHEERING]

- MAN: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
- ALL: Oi, oi, oi!

Oh, I haven't been so excited

since Wales beat England
that day at Wembley!

- Shat on them, we did!
- [ALL LAUGH]

[INDISTINCT ANNOUNCER OVER PA]

Whoo!

GOOSE: Here we go, here we go!

MAUREEN: What a sight.
The jockeys are so small.

HOWARD: Come on, everyone.
Owners' and trainers' bar, here we come.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[ANNOUNCER ON PA CONTINUES]

GORDON: I suppose we should put a bet on.

GERWYN: Yeah, 10-to-1 Kerby gets drunk.
[LAUGHS]

MAN: Do you know how to make
a small fortune out of horses?

Start with a large fortune.

Sorry, sir.
Owners only.

[CHUCKLES]
I am a bloody owner.

- May I look in your bag?
- You haven't asked to look in their bags.

You can't bring alcohol onto the course.

Who says I've got alcohol?
Cheese sandwiches, that's all.

BRIAN: He's gonna get us all chucked out.

All right, then.

- Bloody knew it.
- MAN: Come on, mate.

GORDON: Look out.
Welsh champagne.

Be here all day.

GERWYN: You'll be pissing like a racehorse.

MAN #3: Come on.

- Never mind him. Come on.
- [ALL CHEER]

GOOSE: Classy in here, ain't it?
Nice soft lighting.

BRIAN: All the big knobs are in here.

I seem to have misplaced mine.

Strictly no admission into the
owners' enclosure without a pass.

MAUREEN: Ooh, finger food, is it?

- Some for later?
- Brian.

- They're free, love.
- [KERBY CHUCKLES]

BRIAN: Oh, here he is.

Had to get Philip Hobbs
to vouch for me, didn't I?

How about this, eh?

Do you think that Clare Balding
off the telly will be here?

GERWYN: 38 quid, the cheeky buggers!

- Ooh.
- GERWYN: That'd buy a drink

for the whole bloody room in my club.

Look, look, look.
It's Lord Avery.

He owns White Knight and Conquering Hero.
And most of Oxfordshire.

Pals, are we?

We're Lord Snooty's bloody equal today.

- GOOSE: Oh, look out. He's off again.
- [MEN LAUGHING] Ooh...

I'm sorry.
Have we met?

We have now, butt.
Tempt you to a can?

It's nice to share a drink
with a fellow owner, isn't it?

Ah, you're an owner.

How many?

Well, there's about 20 of us.

ALL: All right!

[CHUCKLING]

I mean, how many horses do you own?

- [CHUCKLES] Just the one.
- Excellent. Enjoy it.

A little tip before the race.

Ah, go on.

If you're using the gents,

give the first cubicle a few minutes.

[OVER SPEAKER]
ANNOUNCER: And the horses for the bumper race

are making their way to the paddock.

- Here we go.
- NERYS: We're up next.

- Everyone got your bets on?
- ALL: Yeah.

Wait. We must have a toast.

That's right.

To us.

ALL: To us.

To Dream.

To Dream.

Come on.

[ON PA]
ANNOUNCER: We're moving on here at Chepstow.

The conditions are good,
so we should have

quite a tussle in this race for beginners.

Jockeys are mounting and they're
making their way down to the start.

So, he's there. He's up on
the big screen. There he is.

JAN: Oh, look, there he is.

They're all on the racecourse
and should be good to go.

Horses are circling
at the starting line.

Number six, Inarco,
in the purple and orange.

Dream Alliance, number three,
in the red and white.

And Forgive Me Mary,
an impressive winner at Kelso.

A bit reluctant to join the others
at this stage is Dream Alliance.

He's become a bit playful
down at the start.

Oh, God.

Tapes are across.
Starter's getting up there.

Perhaps they'll have to
go around again and walk in.

Hopefully with Dream Alliance.

He doesn't look happy.

His first race.
Bound to be a bit edgy.

Edgy? He's facing the wrong way.

- [DREAM WHINNIES]
- Let's see if he settles down.

If he keeps going in that direction,
he'll end up back in the village.

- They are under orders.
- Turn around, boy.

Dream Alliance still having
a bit of bother.

- Will he let them go?
- GERWYN: Turn him around!

Turn him around!

MALDWYN: He's at the back! Look!

NERYS: He can't let them go, can he?

[CROWD CHEERING]

Turn around. Come on.

Turn around, man!
They've all gone!

MALDWYN: He'll be in front

if he waits for the next race to start.

Come on!

It's a disastrous start for Dream Alliance.

He's about ten lengths behind the pack.

MALDWYN: I hope you're gonna give us a refund, Jan.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

KERBY: Come on, Dream, boy.

- Come on.
- GERWYN: He's miles behind the others.

Then on the inside,
Forgive Me Mary.

And still trailing by six,
possibly eight lengths,

is Dream Alliance looking very
green at the back of the pack.

GERWYN: Even Daisy could run faster.

MAN: It was fun while it lasted.

GOOSE: Come on, Dreamy boy, you can do it.

PETER: Mate, what a waste of money!

Inarco and Forgive Me Mary
in the middle of the field.

Look at him now.
He's found the accelerator.

Clawing back some ground
is Dream Alliance.

He's our boy!

Come on, lad.
Come on, my boy.

He's coming! He's coming!

Dream Alliance pushes forward.
And he's on Inarco's heels now.

And as Cornell goes for broke,
Penelope Star in second.

Inarco slips back.

Go on, Dream.

Dream Alliance battles
his way into fourth.

Go on, Dream!

Come on, Dream!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Dream Alliance making a real challenge

to get amongst the top three.

Come on!

Cornell takes it,

- second Penelope Star.
- [CHEERING]

High And Clear in third.

And Dream Alliance coming in
a strong fourth place.

[SHOUTS]

Fourth! Fourth! Fourth!

I had him down for fourth!

Yes! I won 20 quid!

No bloody chips!

Well done, my boy.

Your mam would have been so proud of you.

["A DESIGN FOR LIFE" BY MANIC STREET PREACHERS PLAYING]

♪ We don't talk about love ♪

♪ We only want to get drunk ♪

♪ And we are not allowed
To spend ♪

♪ As we are told
That this is the end ♪

♪ A design for life ♪

♪ A design for life ♪

♪ A design for life ♪

♪ A design for life ♪

GERWYN: We're gonna need a bigger bus!

[CHATTERING]

[SONG ENDS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

Hi, love. How's things?

Angela?

You promised me you'd never,
ever even think of doing it again.

You can't possibly have forgotten
what it was like last time.

Coming this close to losing the house.

Having to raid the kids' uni fund
to pay off the mortgage arrears.

All for some bloody horse.

And worst of all,
you've lied to me, Howard.

I know.
I shouldn't have lied.

I swore I'd leave you if you
ever got into another syndicate.

And I've learnt my lesson,
and this won't get out of hand, I promise.

I'm gonna have those words
written on your bloody gravestone.

It's completely different this time.

There's a few of us just
chipping in a tenner a week

to have a bit of fun.
That's all it is.

Nothing is more important to me than you.

This family.

Well, you have to make your own choices.

But I don't want anything to do with it.

And if you dare jeopardize
what we've got again...

[CHOIR SINGING]

- [CHATTERING]
- [GOOSE LAUGHING]

And that was when I pinched
Dai Fats' prized cock!

- [LAUGHING]
- KERBY: Have a look at this!

HOWARD: We made the front page of the Argus!

MALDWYN: Must be building a
tidy balance in the bank now.

Aye, all that prize money, but no
mention of when we'll see any of it.

You must be a witch, Jan Vokes.
Gotta be some reason you got so lucky.

We'll win the Cheltenham Gold Cup, one day.
I swear we will.

[ALL CHEER]

MALDWYN: Come on.
Let's go play some dominos.

GOOSE: No, let's have a game of darts.

[CHATTERING]

Hello, gorgeous.
How are you doing?

Oh.

You're looking lovely.

The other day at work I spent two
hours stacking tinned sweet corn.

And all I could think about was...

[BLUSTERS]

Well...

All my life...

I've never been me.

I've been Elsie's daughter,

Dennis and Sasha's mother...

or Daisy's wife.

But watching you race...

I'm Jan.

PHILIP: Mrs. Vokes.

Don't wanna disturb you.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry for what? He's your horse.

Anyway, glad you dropped by.
Got some news for you.

Really? Newbury?

- GERWYN: Where's the owners' bar, then?
- BRIAN: There, boy.

My God, Howard.

You weren't wrong.
This really is something else.

Have any of you spotted Clare Balding?
She must be around somewhere.

- There's a rumor Mick Jagger's here.
- MAUREEN: Ooh.

Not that I'm bothered, mind.

I suppose you're used to this,

hanging out with the big knobs.

- How do you mean?
- That's what you do all day, isn't it?

Telling them rich buggers
how they can avoid paying tax.

Bit more complicated than that, Kerby.

I call it legalized
robbery, myself.

I've just had a pee next to
Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber.

I told him I thought Evita was a far
superior work to Phantom of the Opera.

- [CHUCKLING]
- Right, so look here.

Dream's still way out at 16-to-1.

Fearless Pursuit is massive odds-on.
He's one of His Lordship's horses.

He's won the last nine out of ten races.

This time he really is
up against the big boys.

And she bred the damn horse on an allotment!

An allotment!

[MEN LAUGH]

ANNOUNCER: It's almost time
for the main event here

at Newbury Festival,

the King Edward Challenge over two miles.

Lord Avery's horse, Fearless Pursuit,
is the bookies' favorite,

hoping for yet another victory.

He's shaping up to be
a true legend of the track.

- You all right, girl?
- It's a big race, Brian.

Hurdles and everything. He's never
done that on a course this size.

Out next is My Heaven, in the light
blue, followed by reigning champion,

Fearless Pursuit, number four,
in yellow and lilac.

Owned, of course, by Lord Avery.

And the horse raised on an allotment,
Dream Alliance,

number three,
in the red and white striped cap.

[CHEERING]

The horses taking a look
at the first hurdle

in the King Edward Challenge.

A wide range of experience
amongst our runners today.

For some of them, this is
their first time over jumps.

- They're being called back now.
- Come on, then, boy.

And they'll soon be good to go.

- There we go.
- Come on, hurry up.

Dream Alliance yet to win a race.

Fearless Pursuit looking
every inch the aristocrat.

Trained at the Berkshire court stables,

let's see if Fearless Pursuit
can reign victorious again.

I think we're good to go for this
famous race. The flag is raised.

KERBY: I've got sweaty palms. Feel.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Bunched nearly together.
It's a pretty good start.

Chauncey Lad taking
the early lead at the front.

A certain amount of jockeying
for position in behind.

Now muscling past Spring Morning

is Lord Avery's Fearless Pursuit,
number four,

asserting his dominance early as
they approach the first hurdle.

My Heaven in third, then Kelly's
Nan, then Justice Jones

and Dream Alliance right
in the middle of the pack.

First jump, always a challenge.

The leaders are over,
followed by the rest of the pack.

- MAN: Good job!
- [CHEERING]

Fearless Pursuit and Spring
Morning, neck and neck

- as they come over the next hurdle.
- [CROWD GASPS]

That's a nasty fall.
Jeanguin, out of the race.

Both rider and horse up on their feet.
That's good to see.

- [JOCKEY GRUNTS]
- Dream Alliance takes it pretty smoothly.

Setting a fast pace is Fearless Pursuit,

who won this race in
commanding fashion last year.

They approach the next jump.

Dream Alliance inching his way up the pack.

Come on.
You can do this, boy.

Come on, my boy!

Dream Alliance muscles past
and finds his way into fourth

as they round the far bend.

[CHEERING, SHOUTING]

Oh, my God, he's doing it!

Heading round to the final straight.

Dream Alliance giving all he's got.

Come on, Dream!
Come on, my boy!

Dream Alliance
showing real spirit.

The boy from the valleys scrapping his
way past My Heaven and Spring Morning,

letting Fearless Pursuit know he's
got a real fight on his hands.

Dream Alliance threatening the
reigning champion, Fearless Pursuit.

This is now a two-horse race
as they take the second last.

Come on, Dream!

They're safely over the last hurdle.

It's a titanic battle.

He's gonna do it!

Dream Alliance pulls ahead
of Fearless Pursuit.

- He's gonna do it!
- This rank outsider

digging deep
and showing his class.

We did not see this coming!

Fight back! Come on, boy!

Could we be witnessing
the arrival of a new champion?

The young novice is powering ahead,
a length clear. Now two lengths!

Dream Alliance, he smells victory.
Untouchable now as he pulls ahead.

And wins!

Oh, my God!

[CHEERING]

[SHOUTING]

Oh, my God!

Dream Alliance stealing the
crown from Fearless Pursuit

in a remarkable turnaround
here at Newbury.

They'll be dancing
in the Welsh valleys tonight.

♪ He's only gone and done it ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, hey ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, hey ♪

Please welcome to the winner's enclosure

the King Edward Challenge
champion, Dream Alliance!

[CHEERING]

Not on my hat!

We are so proud of you.
So proud.

And now it's time to present
the Challenge Cup to Janet Vokes

and the Alliance Partnership.

Is that real gold?

And not forgetting, of course,
the check for £26,250!

MAN: Split evenly.
Of course.

- LORD AVERY: Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Bad luck about your Fearless Pursuit, butt.

Has it occurred to you this might
be time to take a tidy profit?

JAN: How do you mean?

I'm prepared to make a substantial offer.

Oh, God.
I'd never sell him. Never.

You haven't heard the offer yet.

I wouldn't sell him for 500 million.

Well, if you change your mind.

Hang on a minute.
That's not right.

What, the idea of selling Dream?

No, it's bloody ridiculous.

No, I mean him offering to buy him off Jan.

The horse belongs to all of us.

Correct. Any financial offer
should be put formally

to the syndicate for consideration.

We're not selling him and that's that.

With respect, Jan,
that's not for you to say.

Are you deaf, Gerwyn, or what?

She's just bloody said it.

Legally she has no right to.

But morally she has every right.

Surely we can all agree about that?

- [GERWYN SCOFFS]
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

HOWARD: Come on, boys.
Let's just celebrate our win.

[PEOPLE SINGING]

♪ Dreams can come true Look at me,
babe I'm with you ♪

♪ You know
You've got to have hope ♪

GERWYN: Oi, Rossi, feet off the chairs.

It's absolute pandemonium in here.
I don't recognize half this lot.

I know. Once upon a time,

people didn't even want to admit
they came from this village.

Now half the valleys reckon they live here.

How much do you reckon Lord Snooty
would have offered us for Dream?

Tens, maybe hundreds of thousands.

- [WHISTLES]
- [LAUGHS]

Thanks for standing up for me before.

That's okay.

We both know this has always been about

something much more important than money.

- [CHEERING]
- [MUSIC ENDS]

["DELILAH" PLAYING]

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

Oh!
[LAUGHS]

♪ I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window ♪

♪ Ba, da, da, da
Da, da, da ♪

♪ I saw the flickering shadows
Of love on her blinds ♪

♪ Ba, da, da, da
Da, da, da ♪

♪ She was my woman ♪

WOMEN: ♪ Ba, da, ba, da, ba ♪

♪ As she deceived me I watched
And went out of my mind ♪

♪ My, my, my Delilah ♪

[SONG ENDS]

...e-mail you sent yesterday
to Sinclair Beatty.

Care to read it?

[CLEARS THROAT]

"Just quit moaning and pay up,
you bastards."

They had a tax bill. I'm a tax advisor.
I advised them to pay it.

You know, Howard, I've started to wonder
lately why you came into this profession.

Oh, you're not the only one.

'Cause I have no idea why I
sit behind this desk all day,

helping rich bastards,
who can well afford to pay their share,

save millions in tax

while people out there can barely
afford to put food on their tables.

You know, it's...

legalized robbery.

Howard, mate.

Has to be something better
I can do with my life.

MAN: He's taking the lamp.
Why is he taking the lamp?

Resigned?
What were you thinking?

I wasn't thinking.
That's the whole point. I was just...

[SIGHS]

It's what I feel.

It's what I felt for years.
I can't do that job anymore.

This is that bloody horse again, isn't it?

Being involved with Jan and
the syndicate has made me feel

like I'm part of something important
for the first time in years.

And it's bloody fabulous.

It's selfish!
And it's reckless!

I can work it out.
We'll manage.

Oh, how exactly?
On my wages?

- [VOICES ON TV]
- JAN: So, I've been talking to Philip,

and he reckons Dream's bouncing,
in the form of his life.

Howard reckons it's partly that
new probiotic food they got him on.

And they've got him in that
new equine swimming pool.

Dream absolutely loves it, apparently.

Howard says swimming is brilliant
for building up muscle strength

in the hindquarters.

Brian?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Come on, spit it out.

[TV OFF]

I miss him, is all... Dream.

It's stupid, isn't it? Missing
something I didn't even know I wanted.

No, it's not stupid.

But still...

that's the way life is.

I shouldn't grumble.

But life's not like that, Brian.
That's the whole point.

There's a whole world out there you don't see

because you're just sat watching the telly.

You what?

Look, when Dream arrived...

I saw you light up.

Look, I know you miss him.
But don't just...

settle back into your old ways again.

I shouldn't have said anything.

I don't mind really.
I'm happy enough.

No, Brian, you're always "happy enough."
You lost your job,

you said, "Never mind, another one
will come along." And it never did.

You got arthritis, you said, "Oh, well,
we all get old and ill sooner or later."

I mean, when I first met you,
you were a fighter.

And now you just accept things.

You don't fight anymore.

So, what your dad said was right.

You could have done a lot better for yourself.

[TV ON, MAN SPEAKING WELSH]

[ENGINE REVVING]

So I can evade tax,
but I can't avoid it.

Other way around, Nerys.
Avoid, not evade.

- Evasion they don't like.
- Got it. Um...

things are a little tight
cash-wise these days, so...

best sirloin.

- Cheers, Nerys.
- Enjoy.

- Oh. Hello, Nerys.
- Jan.

[CHUCKLES]
Whoo.

It's looking very smart, Howard.

Well, the refurbishment is, um, ongoing.

How come, though?
You had a good job in Cardiff, didn't you?

Uh, well, I realized I couldn't do it anymore.

And I wasn't gonna live a life
of lost chances like my dad.

- What happened to him?
- Uh...

ran away from home at 14 with a
dream of being a famous jockey.

Lied about his age,
got a job at a racing stables.

The coppers tracked him down,
bought him home.

Became a lifer at the steelworks and...

that was that.

"Don't let them crush your dreams,"
he used to say.

And at least I've had plenty of time to
keep on top of the syndicate finances.

Believe it or not, we're showing an
overall profit of about a hundred grand.

Good God.

I never in a million years thought

we'd make this kind of money.

That's not the only good news.

Philip Hobbs wants to race
Dream at Aintree on Saturday.

- Oh, my God.
- I know, I know.

[GASPING]

- JAN'S MOM: A wedding, is it?
- JAN: No, Mam.

It's two of the yellow ones, Dad.

- I've taken two.
- No, you've only taken the white.

JAN'S MOM: Sasha?
Is our Sasha getting married?

No, Mam. I told you.

I'm off to Aintree
'cause Dream's racing there.

Aintree!
Bert, did you hear that?

We'll watch it on the telly, Jan.
We love doing that.

I need you to pick up my
prescription from the chemist.

Is that all you can say, Dad?

- What?
- The horse I bred

is racing in the biggest meet in the calendar,

and that's all you can say?

I'll see you later.

[ON PA]
ANNOUNCER: Welcome to Aintree,

where we've got a record-breaking
attendance on the course

of 75,000 people

here to celebrate the very
best of British racing.

The going is good as the horses gather
at the starting line for the next race.

A three-mile, half-a-furlong
handicap over hurdles.

There he is!
Looking good.

All right, Daisy?

Tidy enough, thanks.

Horses coming out onto the
course led by Real Charmer,

very much on his toes,
keen to get on with things,

alongside Aurora's Encore,
a winner here just two days ago.

Dream Alliance,
in his now-familiar red and white colors,

is number three on your card,
and number one is According To Pete.

Come on, then, boy.
Hey, he's looking good.

Over there, look.
Come on, Dreamy!

Starter is calling them forward.

I've got a good feeling about this one.

Come on, Dream!

Flag is up.

And they're off and racing.

So, the field leave the tapes bunched together.

Buena Vista, the first one to show...

Take it easy.
Good start.

Dream Alliance challenging
According To Pete,

racing in the blue and white colors,

currently in the middle of the field.

Come on, Dreamy boy.

Deep Focus edges past Buena Vista now,

while Dream Alliance tries to make ground

on the outside of According To Pete.

- [GASPS]
- Deep Focus is out of the race.

Takes a pretty hefty fall.
Horse and jockey look okay...

- Is he up?
- ...and quickly on their feet.

Come on, Dream!

...as they approach
the next flight of hurdles.

- [CHEERS]
- Dream Alliance is jumping with real confidence now.

- Come on, Dream. Come on, boy!
- He's up into third place,

chased hard by both Superior Wisdom,

- and then comes Aurora's Encore.
- Come on, Dream!

- [WHINNIES]
- Come on, Dream!

Dream Alliance now just
a length and a half behind.

Dream Alliance and According
to Pete neck and neck.

Nothing between these two
as they take the next.

And the field head round the final bend.

Buena Vista continues to lead the way.

According To Pete on his outside.

Superior Wisdom in third and
behind them Aurora's Encore.

Where's Dream?

I can't see him, either.

Howard, can you see anything?

He's not there.

- GERWYN: Can you see him?
- Oh, Jesus.

Oh, what's happening?
Let me see.

They're putting screens around him.

Means they're gonna shoot him, don't it?

MALDWYN: Stay calm, everyone.

JAN: The vet's arrived.

They can't shoot him.

If his leg's broken they'd have to, Jan.

Okay, I'm calling Philip.

GOOSE: What are they saying?

HOWARD: Pick up, Philip, pick up.

Philip?

Put him on speaker.

- HOWARD: Philip, what's happening?
- They can't tell how bad it is,

but it looks like he's severed a tendon.

HOWARD: That's serious, isn't it?

PHILIP: If confirmed, then he'd never run again.

[DREAM WHINNIES]

- VET: Philip?
- Yeah. Hold on.

Oh, please, God, we can't lose him.
We can't lose him. We can't.

It's kinder to put
a horse down immediately

in these circumstances, you know.

[DREAM WHINNIES]

- Whoa! Stand clear!
- [WHINNYING]

Hello, Howard?
Vet thinks the tendon

may not be completely severed

and there's a chance it could be repaired.

Then try, for God's sake! If there's
the faintest chance of saving him!

I have to warn you,
if the tendon can't be repaired,

he'd still have to be euthanized.

- Right, Philip.
- And if we remove him from the course

and the operation does fail,

you'd lose the insurance money

and, of course, face substantial bills.

VET: Philip, we don't have time.
I really need an answer.

Well, how much is he insured for?

Currently, 120 thousand pound.

Maybe we need to discuss this.

No, there's nothing to discuss.
What's there to discuss?

Well, 120 grand, to start with.
That's a hell of a lot of money.

Look, he belongs to all of us,

and any decision about what happens to him

should be taken collectively.

- NERYS: It's a fair point.
- Yeah, but...

Like it should have been that day
Lord Avery offered to buy him.

You're not still on about that, Gerwyn?

- Wait. Listen.
- This is a syndicate, isn't it?

- He's suffering and all alone!
- [ALL ARGUING]

Everybody be quiet
and just listen to Janet!

Look, before Dream...
[SNIFFLES]

who were we?

Gerwyn?

Kerby?

We lost our jobs, our community.

Even lost our pride.

And then Dream came along

and reminded us all what life
is like when you have hope.

Dream's out on that course in agony,

his life hanging by a thread,

and you're talking about
putting a gun to his head

so you can have a couple
of grand in your pockets.

Too bloody right.

BRIAN: Dream's never asked us
for anything before.

- He's just given us his all.
- HOWARD: Yeah.

Dream has given me a second chance.

He's given us all a second chance.

And now...

I think we need to give him one.

- GORDON: Fair enough.
- Yeah.

Hmm?

Right.

Philip.

Tell them they gotta do whatever
they can to try and save him.

- [GRUNTING, WHINNYING]
- VET: Steady! Steady, Dream.

Anything?

Brian, I...

It's...
It's all right, girl.

Dream's had an accident.

They've been operating on him
through the night.

[EXHALES]

[PHONE RINGING]

Philip?
What's the news?

I see.

Right.

Okay, thanks.

Well?

We hope he'll be able to walk again.

But you do understand,
the chances of him racing again

are virtually nonexistent.

All I care about is he gets well.

[BRIAN SIGHS]

PHILIP: And if the tendon
won't heal and he's lame,

well, then we'll have to
consider his quality of life.

Aw.

Hello.

God, Dream.

You had me worried.

["LOVE OWED" BY MEIC STEVENS PLAYING]

♪ I would not ask
A wish of you ♪

♪ It would only
Bring you sorrow ♪

♪ Turn my face from today ♪

♪ Again until tomorrow ♪

♪ But I will walk
And I will run ♪

♪ You know
I'm gonna have my fun ♪

♪ And I will stay
And I will pray ♪

♪ For you
You are my only one ♪

[SCANNER BEEPING]

CUSTOMER: Thank you.

[SONG ENDS]

Mrs. Davies?

Angela?

I'm Jan.
From the syndicate.

Oh, right.

Hi.

How's Howard?
Haven't seen him in a while.

Not since what happened with Dream.

Yes, I heard.

I was, um, so sorry about his accident.

Thanks. He's alive.
That's the main thing.

Yes.

Well, I...

I just, um...

wanted to say I think it's brilliant...

supporting Howard the way you did
with the syndicate and everything.

I mean, after the last time,
a lot of wives wouldn't have done that.

It wasn't until he told me that
story about his dad running away

and becoming a jockey

that I really understood why
this mattered to him so much.

But I guess you knew that all along.

Yes.

Well, thanks.

That's £18.90, please.

Thanks.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Brian?
- Listen, Jan. It's your dad.

I'm sorry.
I've called an ambulance, but...

I'm two minutes away.

[JAN SNIFFLES]

[SIGHS]

[CRIES]

[SNIFFLES]

[SOBS]

[MESSAGE ALERT TONE]

[INHALES]

Well, there he is.

Oh, good God.

You said he could walk.
But is he really up to being ridden?

[NICKERING]

Oh, he's going pretty well, isn't he?

Well done, boy.

- Unbelievable!
- [JAN GASPS]

My God.

- I swear he winked at me.
- HOWARD: It's miraculous.

PHILIP: The stem cell treatment
was a complete success.

The vet thinks the tendon's stronger now

than before the injury.
He's running faster than ever.

How come you never mentioned
he was coming on so well?

Didn't want to raise any false
hopes until we were sure.

Of what?

We think he's ready to race again.

- HOWARD: You're joking.
- We're thinking The Welsh National.

- That would be incredible.
- But after all he's been through...

I need to be sure it's what you want.

I can't bear the thought
of him risking his life again!

[CHATTERING]

I just don't think we can take the risk.
Not after all that's happened.

But it'd be the comeback of all comebacks!

That's rich.
You were ready to write him off.

- We'd all written him off.
- You saw him on the gallops.

And you heard what Philip Hobbs said.
It's miraculous.

I mean, surely it's a sign.
Dream wants to keep going.

- He lives to race.
- It's in his blood, innit?

GERWYN: Out on that track,
when he was hurt,

you said we owed him a chance
because of what he'd done for us.

What was that chance for if
not to let him race again?

JAN: But not at The Welsh Grand National.
It's too dangerous.

Tell him, Brian.
It's just too big a risk.

I would, Jan.

But I can see what they're saying.

[WHISPERS]
How could you?

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[DOOR OPENS]

That's why I'm single, see?

Jan.

- I thought you cared about Dream.
- I do.

Of course I care about him.

When Dream come along,
took me right back to when I was young.

Wanting to be a farmer.

[SCOFFS]

All those hopes I'd given up on.

And it hurt like hell when he
went to live at the stables.

Almost as much as it hurt
when he fell at Aintree.

You spoke for him then, when he couldn't.

But if Dream was here now
and he could speak...

[JAN CHUCKLES]

...he'd tell you he wants to race.

It's in his blood.

You know I'm right.

Let him run, Jan.

I just can't bear the thought
of him getting hurt again.

I know.

But you were right.

We can't stop ourselves from
dreaming of bigger things.

[CRYING]

Come on, love.

Come on.

BOOKIE: There you go.

See ya.

Hey, Kerby.
Where's your glad rags?

You better get a shift on, mate,
or you'll miss the coach.

I'm not going.
Can't afford it, butt.

You gotta come.
Come, we'll have a whip-round.

Bugger off. I'll put the money
I'm saving by not going on Dream.

Twenty quid, Dream Alliance to win.

I'll watch it in the club
with a pint in my hand.

Now, you tell our boy
to run the race of his life.

Right, I'm off.

Why are you all...

- We thought we might come along, too.
- [CHUCKLES]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

ANGELA: What the hell is that?

- [ALL LAUGHING]
- KEVIN: What do you reckon?

Angela and the kids in there.
Howard, you're lying down in the hearse.

I couldn't fit you all in the coach!
We had to think laterally!

- HOWARD: Come on. Follow me.
- ANGELA: In you go, love.

["THIS IS THE DAY" BY MANIC STREET PREACHERS PLAYING]

♪ You didn't Wake up this morning
'Cause you didn't go to bed ♪

♪ You were watching the whites
Of your eyes turn red ♪

♪ The calendar on your wall ♪

♪ Is ticking the days off ♪

ALL: ♪ We're off
To see our horse race ♪

[COACH HORN HONKS]

It's gonna be all right, isn't it?

[SONG CONTINUES PLAYING]

- Good luck, Jan.
- Cheers, John.

- HOWARD: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
- ALL: Oi, oi, oi!

- Oggy, oggy, oggy!
- Oi, oi, oi!

MAN: Is it starting?

Yeah, it's starting now.

[SONG CONTINUES PLAYING]

♪ This is the day ♪

- Excuse me...
- Let us watch this!

♪ Your life
Will surely change ♪

♪ This is the day ♪

♪ When things
Fall into place ♪

[CHATTERING]

♪ This is the day ♪

♪ Your life
Must surely change ♪

♪ This is the day ♪

♪ When things
Fall into place ♪

I should never have said yes to putting
these bets on for the boys in the club.

You start down that end.
Tenner each on Dream Alliance to win.

Sharpish.
We can't miss the anthem.

♪ This is the day ♪

[CHATTERING]

♪ This is the day ♪

[SONG ENDS]

[ANNOUNCER ON PA]
Welcome, everyone, to Chepstow

to the greatest day
in the Welsh race calendar,

- the day of the Welsh Grand National!
- [CHEERING]

And welcome back to the course
from a serious injury,

from the valleys,
Dream Alliance!

[CHEERING]

And to his breeder, Janet Vokes.

And now please join with that great
voice of Wales, Katherine Jenkins,

in the singing of
the Welsh National Anthem.

[ALL SINGING "LAND OF MY FATHERS" IN WELSH]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

- [SONG ENDS]
- [CHEERING]

Go on, my boy!

Oh, my God, is that Rod Stewart?

Oh, he never misses the Welsh.

[ON TV] ANNOUNCER: The horses circling now,
raring to race.

There they are.
This year's runners and riders

in the Welsh Grand National.

Dream Alliance there.
First race back after a long convalescence.

Looking a little bit unsettled.

Oh, God, there he is.

His ruptured tendon the cause
of his nerves, perhaps.

Understandable.

Le Beau Bai, number nine,

is the bookies' favorite
after a great year for him.

Tapes go across and we'll be
under starter's orders.

Anxious wait while
the starter raises his flag.

HOWARD: Under starter's orders!

[NICKERS]

HOWARD: Come on, Dream.

Come on, man.

[NICKERS]

ANNOUNCER: The flag drops and we're
off on this Welsh Grand National!

A grueling race that has seen
plenty of drama in its time.

- Come on, Dream. Go on, boy.
- [CROWD CHEERING]

Leading now is Operation Houdini,
in the yellow and black.

Get around safely, eh?
Just get around safely.

Having work to do at the rear of the
pack is Dream Alliance, number three.

Come on, boy!

As they head into the first bend,

Operation Houdini still holds
his position in the lead.

- He's coming over the rise down there.
- Come on, man.

The pack are now climbing
steeply on this punishing course.

Ahead of them looms the
challenge of the first fence.

Coming to the first now.
Here we are.

GERWYN: Come on, Dream!

- [WHINNIES]
- [CHEERING]

Dream Alliance still the back
marker approaching the second fence.

He's got it!

And they're all over clear.

Approaching the far bend,
Operation Houdini slipping away.

JAN: Come on, lad.

Come on, my boy.

Dream Alliance looks like
he's making a move!

Muscling through, pushing Cornish
Chef then Nositch out of the way.

- He's away!
- HOWARD: Go, Dream!

The pack rounding the far bend

and Dream Alliance sneaks past
Hello Bud and Old Benny.

Go on, boy!

Look, Jan!

Dream Alliance battling his
way past Operation Houdini

as he barges into second place!

This is incredible!

Silver By Nature has got a
real scrap on his hands now!

Dream Alliance and Silver
By Nature locked in a duel

as they approach the second to last.

Come on, boy! Come on!

Dream Alliance tightening every
sinew as they take the final jump.

A slip by Silver By Nature,
and Dream Alliance lands ahead

and steals the lead for the
very first time in the race!

[SHOUTING]

- Yes, yes!
- Come on!

Dream Alliance in first place,

but Silver By Nature is fighting back!

He's pulling away
from Dream Alliance!

Go, my boy!

Both horses giving it
everything they've got.

- My boy!
- Dream Alliance pulling ahead!

- Go on!
- The boy from the valleys

proving he's up there
with the best in the world!

Go, Dream!

[SCREAMS]

[CHEERING]

Hey!

First place, Dream Alliance.

A fairy-tale return from injury to
conquer this Welsh Grand National!

Oh, lovely!

Dream, Dream, Dream!

ALL: Yay!

I bloody knew he was a
champion right from the start!

You did it.

Hey, well done, girl.

Well done.

[NICKERING]

[CHATTERING, LAUGHING]

Please give a rapturous welcome
to the horse born on an allotment

and now the Welsh Grand National
champion, Dream Alliance!

[CHEERING]

GOOSE: Come on, Dreamy boy!

You gorgeous, clever,
lion-hearted boy, you.

Well done!

Well done.

I told you he's got spirit.

Who'd have thought, eh?
Well done.

- Oh, thank you.
- PHILIP: Bloody well done.

Yes!
[LAUGHING]

- MAUREEN: Oh, Maldwyn's crying.
- No, I'm not.

Where's Howard?

[LAUGHING]

ANGELA: Howard?

All right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Just needed a moment.

Quiet word with Dad...

about how this win was for him.

He'd be very proud.

Dream's a beauty, isn't he?

Proper valleys boy.

["CWM RHONDDA" BY BAND PRES LLAREGGUB PLAYING]

- [CHEERING]
- [MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING]

Hey, best day of my life!

[LAUGHS]

Oh, what a day!

Whoo!

[ALL SINGING "CWM RHONDDA" IN WELSH]

[SONG ENDS]

[CHEERING]

[NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

["DELILAH" PLAYING]

♪ I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window ♪

♪ I saw The flickering
shadows Of love on the blind ♪

♪ She was my woman ♪

♪ As she deceived me ♪

♪ I watched
And went out of mind ♪

♪ My, my, my Delilah ♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na ♪

♪ Why, why, why, Delilah? ♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na ♪

♪ I could see ♪

♪ That girl
Was no good for me ♪

♪ But I was lost like a slave
That no man could free ♪

♪ At break of day When that
man drove away I was waiting ♪

♪ I crossed the street To her
house And she opened the door ♪

♪ She stood there laughing ♪

ALL: Ha, ha, ha, ha!

♪ I felt the knife
In my hand ♪

♪ And she laughed no more ♪

♪ My, my, my Delilah ♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na ♪

♪ Why, why, why ♪

♪ Delilah? ♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na ♪

♪ So before ♪

♪ They come to break down
The door ♪

♪ Forgive me, Delilah, I just
Couldn't take any more ♪

♪ Forgive me, Delilah ♪

♪ I just couldn't
Take any more ♪

[SONG ENDS]

[ALL CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

- MAN: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
- ALL: Oi, oi, oi!

- Oggy, oggy, oggy!
- Oi, oi, oi!

- Oggy!
- Oi!

- Oggy!
- Oi!

- Oggy, oggy, oggy!
- Oi, oi, oi!

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- [CHEERING, LAUGHING]

Whoo!