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- Derry Prince, 2.30.

- I don't want to know.

- But he's been tried by Ellen's Sweet Marigold,

this one has.

- He'll go down.

One with, one without.

Thanks, mate.

- They all go down as soon as I'm told them.

If only somebody'd cough up the right price for this lot,

I'd be through with it like a dose of salt.

Straight, I would.

- Well, so long sunshine

and don't forget, Derry Prince, 2.30.

- I don't want to know!

Prince.

- Race cards, race cards, get your race cards!

Race cards, race cards, get your race cards!

Hello, Sam.

- Sorry, Sam.

No can do.

- Go on, Charlie.

You'll never notice me in the rush.

- More than me job's worth.

- Okay.

Hey, Danny.

Have a bit on Desoto in the first.

- Think so?

- I know so.

- Thanks.

- See you later.

Hello, Benny.

- Oh, hello, Sam.

Do you fancy that one you're riding for Wentworth?

- Oh, turn it up, Sam.

Benny can't afford to be seen talking to you.

- Hello, Mr. Green.

Just had a word with Benny Loder

He said he'll win on that one of Wentworth's.

- Good enough.

Thanks, Sam.

- See you later.

- Recognise him?

Sam Lilly.

- The jockey?

- Ex-jockey.

They warned him off five years ago.

- Do we back that one he said?

- We certainly do.

Get a tip from Sam Lilly,

you can bet your life it comes from the right people.

Dead crooked.

- Hey, mister.

Loose one's further up.

- How do you know there is a loose one?

- I loosed it.

Come on, this way.

Lucky we're both little 'uns.

They're under starter's orders.

- Hey, do you live in this place?

- Lingfield, me?

Battersea.

- Well, how'd you get down here?

- Shh, flag's out.

- Come now.

Get up in line.

- You like horses, do you?

- What's that one in red?

Number eight?

- Desoto.

He'll just about win this.

- Not with that jockey he won't.

- Loder, get in your position.

- That jock happens to be Benny Loder.

He only rode 152 winners last year, that's all.

- And he ought to know better, didn't he?

Pulling him about like that.

- Why, you saucy little-

- Who's that number three?

Orange and blue sleeves.

- Archie Stevens, Pride of the Prairie.

Hoo, any price you like.

- He'll win.

- I should think so.

- They get on.

- What do you mean they get on?

- Him and the horse.

Wait, wait.

Get him 'round.

Right, now!

Go on, run.

Go on, run.

- So you know a bit about horses, do you?

Ever been on one?

- Have you?

- Yes, I used to be a jockey.

- Caw, you was lucky.

Will you learn me?

- Learn you?

- To ride, if you was a jockey?

- Eh, sorry son.

I don't happen to have any horses around me

at the moment.

- Don't believe you was a jockey.

- Now look, I'm telling you, git!

- Who won it, sir?

- What, you again?

- Who won, sir?

- Number three.

- Number three, Archie Stevens.

I said they would, didn't I?

- Why don't you shut up?

- But what did he wanna ride him like that for

if it only held him up and brought him with the late run?

- You can't wait too long on a fast track like Lingfield.

- He never gave him time to get balanced.

You could see that.

- Eh, the colt ran green.

He'll be all right when...

- Keep moving.

Don't look 'round.

Why?

- All right, Mr. Wynne.

He won't miss any more school when I've done with him.

- Thank you, Mrs. Crain.

- Hello, Mum.

- Now where have you been?

- Pictures.

- Don't lie to me.

Mr. Wynne said you left school before dinner.

- He wants to see you.

- My name's Lilly, Sam Lilly.

- Sam Lilly?

- You've heard of me?

- I've heard of crippen.

So you went into the races again?

- He's gonna learn me to ride.

- What was that?

- I could, you know.

If I had a mind to.

- You just try, that's all.

I had enough trouble with horses when his father was alive.

He never had...

Georgie, go 'round to Mrs. Beale's

and get me a quarter pound of tea.

Now go on.

Come inside.

I wanna have a word with you.

This way.

- Look, I don't wanna come here causing any trouble.

- You've done quite enough already.

It was racing that ruined his father,

and Georgie doesn't need much encouragement

to go the same way.

- Now, look-

- But that won't happen while I'm around,

so I'm warning you here and now, lay off.

- Well, if you wanna pass up the chance

at 10,000 a year for the kid.

- What are you talking about?

- That's what I used to make.

- It hasn't done you much good, has it?

- All right, I was a mub.

I chucked it away, but that's got nothing to do with it.

I'm just telling you what a top jockey can earn.

- Yes, and how many of them get there?

- About one in a million, I'd say.

But those aren't the odds

against young Georgie getting there.

- Come on Mr. Lilly.

What's the game?

- Well, it's just that I...

I don't know how to put it words.

It's like young Georgie was me 20 years ago.

The same snivel-nose kid dodging his lesson

so he can be near the horses.

Because why?

Because he was a natural.

- A natural what?

- It's not only the hands, and the seat,

and the strength, and balance that make a jockey.

You give me a boy that's willing to learn,

I can teach him all them things, and teach him good, too.

But there's one thing I can't teach him,

nor can anybody else.

That's gotta be with him from the day he was born.

And here's the laugh: I can't even tell you what it is.

It may sound crazy to you,

but there's no more than one in a million that's got it.

- Do you think my George has got it?

- That's what we gotta find out.

- I don't know what to say.

But I'm not having you upsetting him

with all this big talk of yours.

- Okay.

Think it over.

- Where's he gone?

- I don't know, I never asked him.

- Oh Mum, you didn't send him away.

He said he'd learn me to ride.

He said he'd make me a jockey.

- Georgie, how do we know you'd ever be good enough?

There's only one in a million ever is.

- Oh, let me try, Mum, please.

Please, let me try.

- Do you really want it so much?

- Oh yes, Mum.

I wouldn't half make you proud of me,

and I'd earn good money, too.

And you wouldn't mind so much Dad being dead,

not buying nice clothes and things-

- Oh, stop it Georgie!

There's no use upsetting yourself like that.

It's not worth it.

Maybe he was just talking a lot of nonsense to you.

- He couldn't be wrong, could he, Mum?

Not Sam Lilly.

- Well, that's what we gotta find out.

- Oh, Mom!

- Blimey, how many more times have I gotta tell you?

Sit up straight!

Sit up, will you?

All right, pull him up.

Come here.

Left rein.

Left rein, I said.

Straight!

Sit up straight, you little squirt.

What's the big idea?

I thought I told you to sit up straight.

- They don't.

- Who don't?

- Jockeys don't.

- Look son, you aren't a jockey yet,

and the way you're goin on, you never will be.

Now sit up straight when I tell you, will you?

Go on!

Straight!

Sit up straight, you little squirt.

I'd sooner teach a blind monkey.

Sit up, will you?

- So you was wrong?

- What are you talking about?

- Well, he isn't a natural after all.

- Who says he's not?

- What do you want, jam on it?

He's working hisself to the pace there already.

That took me a week to learn, that alone.

Stay with him!

He's not riding you!

And I wasn't too bad, you know.

I never won the Leger or the Derby.

I never wore the royal colours.

But it've all come my way if I'd have used me love.

Seat down!

What do you think you are, the queen of the circus?

- What happened, Sam?

- Oh, don't ask me.

I don't know the answer to that one.

10,000 a year.

But that wasn't good enough for me.

Oh, no.

No, I have to go and earn meself another 500

by pulling a horse at Ascot.

Ascot, if you please.

- No, why.

- Don't you think I've asked meself that a thousand times?

Must've been mad.

Or I was born crooked, I don't know.

But there's one thing I do know.

I won't happen a second time.

Not to young Georgie, it won't.

- You really think he'll make a jockey?

- I know it now.

I told you to stay with him!

Don't you do anything right?

And I've only given him five lessons, Mr. Ross,

and you'd think he'd been riding a year.

He's a real natural, this boy.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

- Easy now, let her take her time.

What's that, Sam?

- Well, it's about this boy, Mr. Ross.

- When she starts to sweat, take her sheet off.

Now then, Sam.

- Well, this boy, Mr. Ross.

I've got him here.

- Don't you dare.

If I catch you planting tots around my stable-

- Mr. Ross, I'm on the level.

- Of course.

If it's a question of anything else?

- No, no, no.

I haven't come here for a touch.

- Take it, Sam.

In memory of Blue Dolly's.

- Oh, that was a race.

Best I ever rode.

- You're were a good boy, Sam, once.

- If was my son, I'd smack your bottom

every time you mentioned a racehorse.

- Can I have a cheese sandwich, governor?

- Another cheese sandwich.

I'd smack it so hard you wouldn't be able to sit down

for a couple of weeks.

I'd be a rich man if it wasn't for the Gigis.

Oh blimey, here comes more trouble.

- What did he say?

- Mr. Ross? - Yeah.

- Aw, I changed my mind.

What you need is a good trainer.

Somebody like Mr. Tyler.

Wait here a minute.

Afternoon, sir.

Afternoon, Mrs. Tyler

I wonder if I can have a word-

- Well, I'm a bit pushed, Sam.

I've got one to declare in the first.

- It's a favour I'm doing you, Mr. Tyler

You'll thank me for it.

- Tyler!

Tyler, I want you.

- Some other time, Sam.

You know what Lord Logan's like.

- Yes, Miss.

I'm sorry.

- Any luck?

- Come on.

- You know how to break in here.

Turn right and through the fence on the common.

- Why isn't Pink Elephant among the probables?

- Well, he's bruised his foot slightly.

Picked up a stone at exercise.

It's nothing serious.

- Stones, bugs, coughs.

My horses seem to pick up everything except races.

- You won the Newbury Cup.

- Quite right, my dear.

The Newbury Cup.

Value 1,119 sovereigns.

Enough to pay my training bills for five weeks.

That was two months ago.

- Oh fiddle!

- Fiddle to you, my dear.

What about the Duke of Agincourt today?

- Well, I've never had him better.

- That means he'll be kicked at the post,

or break a blood vessel.

Walter!

Walter, my boy.

Why didn't you tell me that filly of yours

was gonna will at Warwick.

What a crook you are.

- I didn't know myself.

- Darling, one doesn't say fiddle to a steward.

Especially when he's our best owner.

- He loves it, the silly old thing.

- All the same, I'm beginning to be conscious

of a red light showing.

- If the Duke wins today,

he'll say you're the best trainer in England.

- He's already said that about five other trainers.

- We're just in time.

They're off!

Greencroft's away all right.

He's got the rails.

Come, look at that one in orange.

What does he think this is, a five-furlong?

Look at him, Sam.

Three lengths clear already.

- Fairy Bright, Archie Stevens.

- What are you gonna get me in, Sam?

- I don't know, Georgie.

You know what?

I reckon you'll wanna write to one or two trainers.

Write 'em a nice letter, tell them all about yourself,

don't mention me.

- Not mention you?

- Well, plenty of boys get jobs from writing letters.

- What's the good of knowing Sam Lilly

if I can't make something of it?

- Well, it's this way, Georgie.

I got into trouble once,

and it seems they just don't wanna forget it.

It's not only because I'm skint, you know.

I have to crawl through holes in fences.

- Here they come!

- I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

I'm gonna win a race.

- No danger.

Well done, Jeff.

- He's off!

He was past the post, wasn't he?

Don't tell me he wasn't past the post.

- Yes, but we've still got to catch him.

- My first win in two months,

and I'm going to be robbed of it.

- Oh nonsense.

They'll catch him in time.

- He's heading this way.

- Let him come on a bit.

We'll head him off by those rails.

Now!

- There, what did I tell you?

- Come along, my dear.

Largess for the lad, and a beautiful bottle of Bollinger.

- You gonna ride him in?

- Am I?

He'd be disqualified if I don't.

You just watch their faces when I ride him in.

Here, give us a leg up.

Ah, this is worth waiting five years for.

Now I'll see if they can keep me out.

- Well, what are you waiting for?

- Go on, you take him in.

- Me?

- Well, don't stand there gaping,

otherwise you'll lose the race.

Up!

Now you know the way to go.

Through the gate, down the avenue, and turn to the left.

Somebody'll show you.

Sit properly, he's not a rocking horse!

- All right, son, nice work.

I'll take him now.

- I know where to go.

- Come on, come on, let's have him.

- Let go or I'll take him 'round the course again.

Get down, I tell you.

- I caught him, I'm gonna ride him in.

- All right, Saunders, I'll take him.

I'll see you up there.

- Is he okay?

- He's fine.

- Well come on, get down.

Come on!

- Well done, everybody.

Home and dried, eh?

There you are, my boy.

That's for you.

Why do you want to go and do that for, you clumsy old clot?

- Let him alone!

- Are you addressing me?

- He couldn't help it.

- Who's stable are you in?

- Uh, nobody's.

- Well, who taught you to ride like that?

- Well, somebody must've taught you.

- What's your name?

- Georgie, miss.

- Georgie what?

- Georgie Crain.

- Georgie Crain, sir.

Well, from now on, Georgie Crain,

you're in my stable.

Get his address, will you, Tyler?

Come on, my dear.

Let's have that vino.

- Do you want to work in a racing stable?

- Oh, yes sir, please sir.

I'd like that.

- Right.

Here's my address.

- Newmarket!

- Goodbye, my darling.

- Here, here's a present for you.

- Bye, Mom; bye, Sam.

- Write to me tomorrow.

- What a very pretty colour.

- Yes, ma'am.

Same as old Busack's.

- Not quite.

He has orange and grey.

- At 33 to one, I reckon Humpty Dumpty's a good bet.

- Plus, on the book he's got a very good chance.

- What do you want, son?

- Ormonde House, Mr. Tyler's stables.

- First left past the Jockey Club.

- Thank you.

Doesn't that hurt him?

- Hurt him?

No.

He likes it.

Whisping, we calls it.

Hardens their muscles.

Come to work here, have you?

- Yes, sir.

Are you Mr. Voss?

- Me?

No, I ain't Mr. Voss.

I'm Tommy Adams.

Just one of the lads, same as the rest of you.

Come to be a jockey, have you?

Did you ever hear of a horse called King's Hollow?

The only horse that ever won the Seesywich twice.

I rode him.

- Both times?

- Rode him work every morning, I did.

And I'd have had the mount in the big event, too,

'cept that I growed too fast.

I'd have been a good jockey, I would,

if I'd only been able to keep my weight down.

- Ha!

If only you'd been able to ride.

I know you.

Kid who rode my horse in that day at Sandown.

- He isn't yours.

- He is, that.

Duke of Agincourt.

Been doing him three months, I have.

Mind, I ain't moaning.

I've got me present, all right.

But I don't stand for any sorts like you

give me then, see?

And just you remember that!

Oh, oh, glad to see you, kid.

- Ah, the boy that saved our bacon.

Crain, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.

- This is the boy I was telling you about.

He can ride already, which is more than most of them can

when they come here.

- More than most of them can do anytime.

Eh, Saunders?

- Yes sir, Mr. Voss.

- You'll be in Mr. Voss's hands from now on.

Do just as he tells you, and you won't go far wrong.

- Thank you, sir.

- Pick up your case.

We'll put it in the saddle room.

- Yes, sir.

- You see this boy here?

His name's Wilkins.

What do you think of him?

- All right.

- Well, I hope you're a better judge of horseflesh,

'cause he's all wrong.

Do you know what he's got in his hand?

Cigarette, see?

Now I don't allow smoking in the yard.

If I catch a boy smoking here

do you know what I do with him?

I kick his bottom!

We'll leave these here for the time being.

Though I'm not saying they'll be safe, mind you,

'cause it's full of thieves, this place is.

Take this boy, for instance.

Proper villain, he is.

Steal the milk out of you tea, Johnson would.

Look at all this clean straw he's trying to get away with,

and what for?

Just so's he can go to the pictures a few minutes sooner.

Silly boy,

'cause now he's gotta do it all over again.

- What's this one's name, sir?

- Her?

Daughter Gay.

Good, honest old plager.

Second at Kempton last week.

- Third.

- What did you say, boy?

- He was third, sir.

I saw the race.

- Oh, did you now?

Then of course, you know more than I do,

'cause I don't ever go racing.

I'm just the poor old head lad.

Where'd you say she finished?

- Second, sir.

- You know what, Crain?

I might be able to make something out of you.

- Yeah, well go on.

- "I am enjoying myself,

"but so far I have only been sweeping the yard,

"and filling the buckets, and chopping carrots.

"Most of the boys here have got,"

and then there's a word I can't quite read.

It looks like jaguars.

- Eh, it's jodhpurs.

You know, riding britches.

Jodhpurs.

Trying to be the little gentleman.

- Well, what the matter with that?

- He'd a learned soon enough in my time.

I remember my old lady.

She wanted me to look smart when I went to Newmarket.

She bought me a nice, new Norfolk jacket.

At stable, they took one look it,

picked me up, threw me in the horse trough.

So, I suppose they tuck them up in bed at night now.

Make 'em a nice, hot cup of tea in the morning.

- Now here's a poor little boy that don't get enough sleep.

Let him lie in this morning, shall we?

Seeing he was out late last night at the pictures.

That's right, Saunders.

Never let a week go by without cleaning your teeth.

All right, give it to me, boy.

Waste not, want not.

You're getting a big boy, aren't you, Taylor?

- I'm still just seven stone, sir.

- Oh, very big handsome boy.

Shaving soon, you will.

- I've been shaving for six months, sir.

- No, but you haven't been shaving for 24 hours every now.

Not that I'm complaining, mind.

But there's a lot of tack in the saddle room

needs cleaning on.

I was wondering who to put onto it.

Go on, get out of here.

Come on, come on now, children.

Eating up, is he, Crain?

- Yes, sir.

- That's good news, 'cause he's running this week.

And when I looked just now, I thought he'd left a little.

- Uh, it wasn't hardly worth mentioning, sir.

- Oh, so you didn't mention it?

Of course, you didn't.

Just a waste of words, eh?

Well, I don't suppose Taylor'll mind.

He'll need someone to help him clean up all that tack.

Up you git!

Take your time, Crain.

Take your time.

We don't mind when we have our breakfast.

- Ow!

- Sit up straight, boy.

That's better.

Pull his head up there.

Morning madam, morning sir.

- Morning, Voss.

Are they all out?

- Except for Peterson.

- Still got a temperature?

- I'd better get the vet along.

- Royal Kent slipped a bit of his feed, sir.

- Oh, that never meant much with him.

Look, change Edwards over and put Tommy on Derry Prince.

I want to work him again this morning.

- Right, sir.

- It's still hard to believe.

A string of 30 horses.

- 23 of them Lord Logan's.

Too many eggs in one basket.

Right, lead on out, Victor.

If I can't do better for Logan,

and start winning a few races for him-

- Logan, Logan, Logan.

He isn't the only man who owns good horses.

- I know darling, but five other trainers

have probably said the same thing,

and what sort of horses have they got?

Without Logan, where would we be?

Royal Kent's moving well.

- He always goes well for Georgie.

Here's Benny.

- Good morning, Benny.

- Morning, sir.

Morning, Mrs. Tyler.

- Morning, Benny.

- Benny, I want you to have a ride on a couple

I'm running at Kempton: Puppeteer in the sprint,

and Royal Kent in the mile handicap.

- Puppeteer's the bay, isn't he?

- That's right.

Royal Kent's the one with the kid in the orange sweater.

- New lad, isn't he?

- You've met him.

- Haven't seen him ride before.

He reminds me of Sam Lilly.

We was apprenticed together.

- Don't tell me we've got a budding Sam Lilly in the stable.

Come on.

Right, bring him over here, Crain.

- Aw, now I know him.

- Right Crain, let Logan get on him.

- Who taught you to ride, son?

- Uh, a friend of my mother's.

- Wouldn't be Sam Lilly, would it?

- Who?

- Oh, he's only a kid, Benny.

I don't suppose he's ever heard of poor old Sam,

have you, Georgie?

- No, ma'am.

- Ah, you there, boy.

I want some of that water.

- You want some, milord?

- Don't be impertinent.

Ow!

Bring that bucket here.

I'll teach you manners.

Unscrew that.

Yes, sir.

Now, milord, easy.

I used to work in a garage.

- I'm not interested in where you used to work.

Pour it in.

- Oh no, sir.

That's for Royal Kent, sir, that is.

- Royal Kent happens to be my horse!

Pour it in!

- Yes, sir.

- What's your name again.

- Crain, sir.

- Crain, eh?

I'll have a word with Mr. Tyler about you, Crain.

- You will, sir?

- Pour it in!

Am I never to get a run for my money?

- Duke of Agincourt.

- The Duke of Agincourt.

I came up today especially to see him run,

and of course, that's too much to hope for.

Good morning, Mrs. Tyler.

What's he picked up this time?

Mumps?

- He can run if you like,

but he's got no chance at the weights with Proud William.

- I met Bertie Addingham in the club yesterday.

Proud William isn't gonna run.

- What?

- He isn't?

Well, in that case.

Voss?

- Oh, I'll see to it, sir.

Boys race.

Do we put Saunders up?

- Is that the vile and spotty youth who rode him at Windsor?

- Yes, milord.

That's Saunders.

- Then we do not put him up.

One doesn't care to risk infection in the paddock.

- Well, there's Broadbent.

He's had a couple of rides in public.

And then we've got Wilkins.

- You also have an urchin called Crain.

I find that boy extremely impertinent.

At least he hasn't got spots.

- Boy, ain't you done that yet?

- Mind out, can't you?

- You wanna get a move on.

You're on a half coppit.

Oh, you dropped something.

- Crain.

- Sorry I'm late, sir.

His lordship, he made me-

- Who said you were late?

- Clock, sir.

- If the clock says you're late, and I say you're not,

who are you gonna believe, eh?

- You, sir.

- That's right, boy, and I say you're not late

for work this morning because you haven't any work to do.

Now why would that be?

There are only two reasons a boy's taken off his work:

'cause he's getting the sack,

or 'cause he's going to ride in a race.

Now which one would he be today?

- There's an apprentice race here this afternoon.

- So there is, boy.

So there is.

And we've got Duke of Agincourt engaged,

but he's Ron Saunders' horse, isn't he?

And Ron Saunders always rides the Duke in races for boys.

- I ain't done nothing wrong, sir.

- You can take the saddle off the Duke, Saunders,

'cause he's running today?

- What? Against Proud William?

- Proud William don't go.

And his lordship, he reckons the Duke can just about win

with a smart boy like G. Crain in the saddle.

- He's riding him?

Why, you dirty little crawler!

The bloke what dozen horse.

He's the one that ought to ride him.

- You're quite right, boy.

I agree with you.

Must be fair, mustn't we?

Crain, you'll be looking after Duke of Agincourt in future.

- Me, sir?

- But Mr. Voss-

- Hand him over, Saunders.

Take him away, Crain.

Well, don't stand gaping.

Go and take his saddle off.

- Yes, sir!

- Now, which one can we give you instead, eh Saunders?

I think perhaps Double Touch.

We must be fair, mustn't we?

And it wouldn't be fair to let him bite Taylor again.

- Hello, Bar, what are you doing here?

- Oh, I thought I'd never find it.

Sam, he's riding today.

- What?

- I had to just come and show you this.

- Duke of Agincourt?

He's in amongst the probables.

That means Proud William don't go.

Just about win.

- Do you think he might win?

I mean, the first time.

- Well, if he got that from the governor,

Tyler wouldn't lead a kid up the garden.

- Oh, I hope he does win.

Oh, Sam, he'll be so disappointed if he doesn't.

- He'll win, all right.

Don't you worry.

And we'll be there to watch him.

Half past 10.

Come on, we'll just about make it.

- Oh no, I can't come with you, Sam.

Oh, wait a minute.

No, I can't.

It's Debbie's day off.

- Eh, tell him you're ill.

- No, it wouldn't be fair.

Who are you phoning?

- Todd Fenwick.

He'll give me a bit on credit for this.

I'll tell you what, Bar.

You meet me tonight, and I'll tell you all about it.

- Oh, I'd love to hear.

- Seven o'clock, Leicester Square tube?

- Yes.

- Hello?

Is that you, Mr. Fenwick?

This is Sam here.

Yeah, Sam Lilly.

Listen, I've got some information.

Sure, sure, it's real good.

It's in the boy's race.

But I want credit for a century.

- Sam!

- Well, it's the Duke of Agincourt in the first.

And I want 100 pounds to win.

All right?

Okay, oh, and Mr. Fenwick?

If you take my tip, you'll lay that one off.

Cheerio.

- Sam, 100 pounds on Georgie?

You must be mad.

- I rode a winner the first time out,

and it was at Newmarket, too.

Come on.

- Hello, Jeff.

- Hello, Ian.

Don't tell me you're running Proud William after all.

- Against my advice.

He'll only pick up a penalty for Chester,

but the owner will have it.

- Owners.

I'm sorry I put that in.

I've got no chance with your horse.

- This rider's name, Mr. Tyler.

Crain, is it?

New one on me.

- Yes, Crain.

G. Crain.

C-R-A-I-N.

Crain, it's time you got changed.

Here are the colours.

Now Tom Wallace will look after you.

- Thank you, sir.

- This way.

- All right, is he?

- Right on top of himself.

I've just been telling him who's gonna ride him.

- Come on, Crain.

- Come on, boy.

That's it.

- I'm afraid we shan't see you there today.

They're running Proud William after all.

- They are, sir?

We'll beat him.

- Well, I hope you're right.

But it's gonna be tough, though.

He's won his last three races.

- Afternoon, sir.

- He's got 10 pounds in hand on the book.

Oh, Benny, this is young Georgie Crain.

He's having his first ride on the Duke today.

Take him inside and see that he's all right.

- Yes, of course.

- And I'll see you in the paddock, Crain.

- Yes, sir.

- Come with me, son.

I'll introduce you to old Tom, the valet,

and he'll fix you up all right.

I hope you got your life insured.

He's a real old terror, that Duke.

- Aw, what's the matter with him?

- Mean to say you've forgotten that day at Sandown?

- No, you fell off.

- Get out.

Hey, Tom.

This is Georgie Crain.

Fit him out, will you?

He's gonna ride the Duke of Agincourt.

I've broken the news to Sir Gordon.

He's now trembling at the knees.

- I doubt your boots'll fit him, Benny.

I can help him, though.

I got an old pair here belongs to Manny Mercer.

- Good luck, son.

Don't worry, nothing to it.

- Hold on a minute, Ted.

- All right.

- Morning, milord.

- Sam Lilly, I thought we'd warned you off Newmarket Heath.

- I'm still on a public highway, milord.

- You're an impertinent fellow.

- Yes, milord.

I was born a jockey, that's why.

Uh, begging you pardon sir, is there any chance

I'll be one again soon?

- Go away, Sam.

You're an embarrassment to me.

- Good luck, milord.

I hope you win the first.

Here are the runners for the first race.

- These boots have kicked home a few winners,

I can tell you.

There we are.

Now then, stand up.

How do they feel?

- All right.

- Turn around, let's have a look at you.

Might be a better fit, but this ain't the Derby, is it?

10 runners.

Number one ridden by T. Moore drawn three.

Number two, M. Grey drawn six.

Number three, P. Derwin drawn eight.

Number five, M. Nack drawn seventh.

Number six, P. Bullen drawn fourth.

Number seven, J. Daddle drawn one.

Number eight, G. Crain drawn two.

Number nine-

- Well, there you are, son.

All that's left for you now is to ride the winner.

And remember, there's more races lost with these

than won with them.

- He swore to me he wouldn't run Proud William today,

and I stood that fellow a brandy, a large brandy.

I suppose it'll give the boy a bit of experience,

even if we don't win the race.

- We'll win it, sir.

- We will not win it, sir!

- You don't want to win?

- Yes, of course we do, Crain, if you can.

- What an impossible child.

- Now listen, son.

You've got nothing to worry about.

This is what I want you to do:

jump him smartly out of the gate,

try and take a nice position, about fourth or fifth,

ride him just the same as you do at exercise, you see?

And when you get to the bushes,

you know where the bushes are?

Send him on for all you're worth.

I don't think you've got any chance with the favourite,

but you make him chase you all the way home,

and don't stop riding 'til you get to the winning post, see?

Now remember what you've got to do.

- Yes, sir.

We'll win.

- You'd better now.

- Good luck, Georgie.

- Thank you, madam.

- Hello, Lukey boy.

- Hello, Sam.

- I thought you'd be more north Newmarket Heath.

- Oh, they won't touch us here.

- Here they come.

- Proud William.

- What are you talking about?

Proud William don't go.

- Of course he goes.

Number one, that's him.

- I never noticed.

Uh-oh.

That's done it.

- Bullen four.

- Yes, sir.

- Darrow, one.

- Yes, sir.

- Crain, two.

- Yes, sir.

- Parrish, three.

- Yes, sir.

- Now make a line.

Steady.

Now walk in.

Steady.

That oughta do.

Steady.

- Nice work, Georgie.

I couldn't have done it better meself.

- So far, so good.

- He's taking the lead.

- Proud William's still on the bit.

- Your boy's in front.

- Keep him there, my son.

- Boy on Proud William hasn't moved yet.

He's moving now.

- There comes the favourite.

- All over.

- I don't know so much.

- Certainly keeping him at it.

- Come on, Georgie.

Come on!

- Good boy!

Good boy!

- Come on, Georgie.

- Georgie! Georgie, ride him!

Georgie, come on!

- Come on, Georgie! - Come on, keep him at it!

Keep him at it!

- Photograph.

Photograph.

Number 14.

- Just-just about beat you.

- I-I don't reckon you did.

- Did we get it?

- I wouldn't like to say.

- By jove, the way that boy pushed-

- Who found him for you, eh?

Who found him?

- That one, that one!

I won.

I know I did.

- Well, he rode a good race.

- I only hope he didn't give me a heart attack for nothing.

- Oh well, we shall soon know, Georgie.

- Well done, Crain.

- All right, sir?

- Yes, you rode him well.

- Seven stone, four.

- Trained by Tyler?

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

First, number one.

Second, number eight.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- That's all right, son.

You did jolly well.

You carried out your orders.

- If it's any consolation to you,

you've shortened my life by a week.

Come on, the drink's on you this time.

And the distance is a short head

and three lengths.

- Hard luck, Sam.

Been a good one for you, that one would.

- Short head.

Oh, that kid musta rode a fine race.

You should have seen him, Bar.

A little bit more weight, and he'd a carried that horse

past the stick.

- It all sounds wonderful, Sam,

but it's cost you 100 pounds.

- Oh, you don't wanna worry about that.

Hello, Bernie.

- Evening, Sam.

- Evening, Wally.

- Hard cheese, that one you gave Todd.

- Yes, wasn't it?

I'd like to meet the bloke who invented the camera.

Us, too.

Always seem to be on the wrong one.

Come on, Wally.

- Who are those two?

- They work for Todd Fenwick,

that bloke I had the bet with.

- Sam, can you pay back that 100 pounds?

- Well, I don't have to.

Not 'til next Friday.

I'll get it back by then.

Oh, Barbara, you should have seen your son.

You'd have been that proud of him.

- Well, you've got a pretty useful colt there, Mr. Travers.

He ought to be a good thing for that Epsom Handicap.

- Who shall we get to ride him, Archie Stevens?

- Yes, unless you'd like to take a chance

on the boy who's just ridden him.

Who is he?

Crain.

He had his first ride on Duke of Agincourt.

- Are you crazy?

Put him up on one of mine to take him out for an airing

if you like, but Black Pirate?

- Well, you can't make a jockey without

giving a boy a real chance occasionally.

- Well, please don't do it at my expense.

I wanna have a go on this one.

Try and get Archie Stevens.

- He's your horse.

- These horses'll do.

- Evening, Sam.

- Bernie.

Now I wonder what you'd be wanting.

- It could be the trifling matter of 100 pounds.

- But it's only three weeks since I've owed it.

A bloke like Todd Fenwick can't be pushed as all that.

- I hope not.

No, Sam, it's just the principle of the thing.

You know what Todd's like about principles.

Ah, Blue Dolly.

First filly I ever loved.

But if things are a bit tight with you,

I think Todd'll be quite prepared

to forget about the filthy lucre.

- Yeah?

Well it sounds to me

as if there's something else filthy coming up.

- Mm, what a squalid way to describe a beautiful friendship.

- What are you talking about?

- That dear little boy in Tyler's stable.

Oh, don't look so shocked, Sam.

There's much the governor doesn't find out.

- Now look, you tell Todd Fenwick for me-

- Don't get so worked up.

It's only a little more information he wants.

After all, last time you gave it to him

without even being asked, now, didn't you?

- Yes, well, I haven't heard nothing since then.

- Hmm?

Nothing about a trial that boy rode in on Black Pirate?

- If he did, well, it's news to me.

- Black Pirate beat Double Touch a length

with Rapidly and Look Away third.

Course, that doesn't mean much

unless we know the weights they carried.

- Yes, well, a kid wouldn't know that.

- Oh Sam, really.

Did you ever ride in a trial

without soon finding out a thing like that?

- Now look here, Bernie.

There's one thing I don't do, 100 pounds or no 100 pounds.

I don't touch on Georgie Crain.

That's kid's straight,

and I'm gonna see that he stays that way.

Now you can tell Todd Fenwick that,

and get a good laugh afterwards.

I don't care.

- You don't care?

Seems to me you're forgetting it's Todd

who's owed that 100 pounds.

I should say he was the one to care.

- He'll get it next week, all right?

- I hope so, Sam.

I hope so.

A gentleman's agreement, after all.

Todd hates having to forget that he's a gentleman.

- And you know that other horse he does, Black Pirate?

It's running at Epsom tomorrow,

so he's coming home after stables tonight.

- He said Black Pirate was gonna win.

- No, he didn't.

Sam, have you paid back that money yet?

- Oh, don't you start on me.

- But it's nearly a month.

- I know, I know.

There are plenty of people around to remind me about that.

- Excuse me.

I had a word with the governor, Sam.

That's all right.

Long as he gets it by Friday.

- He'll get it.

- Golly dee.

Sorry to butt in.

- Oh no!

- You know what it'll be next time.

- Oh, he's cut your lips, the dirty swine.

There's nothing in your eyes, is there?

- No, no, I'll be all right.

- Sam, what did he mean, "next time"?

He meant races, didn't he?

Oh Sam, don't worry, Sam.

Everything will be all right.

- Hello, Mom!

- You said eight o'clock!

How'd you get in?

- Window.

- Oh, put that away.

I'll get you something nice and hot.

- How's Sam?

- Oh, he's all right.

- Mom, are you on early this week?

Can you get away in time for the races?

- Oh, Georgie.

I'd like to see you there.

- I got a cert for you.

Black Pirate.

Governor says he'll walk it

'cause there's nothing else in the race can beat him.

He'll start hot favourite.

Plus, he won't be much of price.

Only about two to one.

- Now you know I never bet horses.

- Oh, go on, have a couple of bob on this one.

He's my horse.

- You gonna ride him?

- No, I mean he's the one I'd choose.

- Oh, go on, off my table.

- You will come, won't you, Mum?

- Well, it depends what sort mood Mr. Bailey's in tomorrow.

- All right, Barbara, you pop off.

I'll take over 'til Betty arrives.

- Oh, thank you, Mr. Bailey.

I've made up my money.

It's 53 pounds 10.

- Right, I'll check it later.

Put it in the safe, will you?

- Yes, Mr. Bailey.

- Have a good time.

- Thank you.

- Have you backed him?

- No.

- Go on, make yourself a couple of bob.

He'll win.

- You're sure?

- Sure I'm sure.

- Georgie.

- Yes, Mr. Bruce?

- Governor wants you.

This is Mr. Ross who trains at Lambourn.

How would you like to ride for him?

- I'd like it fine, sir.

- I saw that race of yours at Newmarket the other day.

Nearly stole it, didn't you?

If you get as near today I'll be happy.

- Today, sir?

- Young Wheeler's just come in with his leg gashed.

He was going to ride Cresta Queen for me.

I take it you can do six 12.

- Yes, sir.

And claim seven pounds.

- Well, run along and get changed.

- Find Wheeler's valet, Charles.

He's got the colours.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- Are you backing it?

- Cresta Queen?

Good heavens, no.

She's just out for an airing.

I'm backing yours, Black Pirate.

- Harry, I gotta raise some money.

- No.

- I've got to.

I'll pay you back after the next race, I promise.

- Give it up, Sam.

Do me a favour?

It's blokes like you that ruin me.

If I could only get the right price for this lot

you wouldn't see me within 20 miles of a racecourse.

- But Harry, I'm telling you I've never had anything

as good as this.

Black Pirate's sure to win.

- Just find me a mug that'll buy me out.

That's all.

- Harry, will you listen-

- All right.

I'll let you have two.

But I'm warning you, it's the very last time.

- Two quid?

Look, this horse is as good as past the post.

Can't you make it 50?

- 50?

There is a correction.

- Get away, Sam.

I don't wanna know.

By permission of the stewards,

in the next race, G. Crain, allowed seven pounds,

will ride number 10 instead of S. Wheeler.

- Georgie?

- She's rather apt to run in snatches,

but she's got a turn of speed, if she'll use it.

Doubt it's enough to catch Black Pirate.

Well, keep in close to the rails and hope for the best.

- Thank you, sir.

- Good luck.

- Keep out of trouble, Archie, and you're a good thing.

- If Black Pirate wins, there's 100 for you, Archie.

I've backed him good and proper.

- Thank you, Mr. Travers.

- And a platinum mink for me, Ted.

Don't you forget.

- As if I could.

- Black Pirate, 50 pounds.

Black Pirate.

They're under starters orders.

- This is the one you've been doing, Georgie, isn't it?

- That's right.

- I won't half give you a bashing if he blows up.

- What have you drawn, son?

- Number three, sir.

- Come in with me, then.

You'll be all right.

They're off.

- He's away, all right.

- Mine's there with him.

- Come on, Archie.

- Come on, Cresta.

Come on, Georgie.

the favourite.

- Second now.

- That's what I wanted:

second or third around Tattenham Corner.

- Easy boy, easy.

Hit your stride.

- Come on, Archie.

Now.

- Home and dry.

- You know, I think a blue mink might be prettier.

- Get up!

- Who's that one in orange and green?

- It's mine.

- And my apprentice.

- Ride him, Archie!

Ride him!

- Come on, Archie.

- Come on, Georgie.

Come on, Georgie!

Come on, Georgie!

- Oy!

- Georgie!

- Black Pirate.

- Georgie, come on!

Come on, Georgie!

Georgie, come on!

- Come on, Archie! - Archie!

- Archie! - Come on, Archie!

- Lay over!

- Who won it, mister?

- Black Pirate, I think.

Winner, number five.

- Yes, yes, Black Pirate.

Second, number 10.

Third, number 21.

And the distance is half a length.

- Well done, boy.

- He leaned on me, sir.

I couldn't use me whip.

- I know, I know.

I saw what happened.

- Here.

- I won!

I won!

- Wait til the all-right.

- The what?

- Might be an objection.

- Objection.

- Squeezed for room, he was, the boy on the second.

There is an objection to the winner.

The second objects to the winner on the grounds of bumping-

- I had to put the whip down, sir.

I thought he'd have me over the rails.

I hit them once.

- Thank you, Crain.

That'll do.

Send Stevens in, would you please, Meadows?

- Stevens.

- Come in, Stevens.

Ah, now Stevens, the objection against you

is that you bored Cresta Queen over towards the rails

in the last half furlong.

- No, milord.

That's not right.

I kept a straight enough line.

The boy swung out.

- How did he come to have the mark of the rail on his boot?

- Well, I don't know, milord.

Probably got there earlier.

- But you saw him stop using his whip.

- No, milord.

He was at work right up to the finish.

Thank you, Stevens.

That'll do.

Number five, Be Sharp.

- Meadows, did you get a clear view from where you were?

- Yes, sir.

No doubt in my mind, sir.

- You should have heard what I said.

I said to 'em, I said, "You look at this.

"seeing is believing."

That's what I told 'em.

I had to say it, Mr. Stevens.

- Cheer up, Georgie.

Don't look so worried.

- What did you tell them?

- Anything but the truth.

- I'm sorry, I had to do it.

- Of course you did, son.

I'll do you the same way one day.

- That's just my luck.

Your two quid I had on it,

and guarantee the tough will pay out over 50 to one.

I never had a winner yet on an objection.

Objection sustained.

- My two quid!

- Blimey!

The result of the third race

- My two quid.

Is first, number 10.

- All up, my dear.

Get it back on the next race.

Third, number three.

- Bet three to one!

Three to one alone!

- Here, 100 pounds.

You boys wanna patronise a tote like me.

57 to 1 they paid on that last race.

You're wasting you time here, Santella.

- Why, of course.

His boy it was, rode Cresta Queen.

- Useful boy to know.

- What am I gonna do, Sam?

They're bound to find out on Saturday morning.

That's when the money's banked.

- If only I hadn't paid 'em back that 100 quid.

I reckon Todd Fenwick must bring me another 50

if I ask him now.

- No, Sam.

Not that man again.

I won't let you get mixed up with him.

This is my funeral.

- Yeah, but you did it for me, didn't you?

- I must have been mad.

I didn't mean that.

I don't know what I'm saying.

They'll send me to prison, won't they?

- Oh, now Bar, it's gonna be all right.

I'll fix it so nobody'll know.

After all, what's 50 quid to a bloke like Todd Fenwick?

Look, he may not even ask what I want it for.

Don't you worry, Bar.

Don't worry; leave it to Sam.

- Ah, hello Sam.

You again?

We're getting quite a couple of buddies, aren't we?

- Is the governor at home?

- Sure.

Come right in.

- Hello, Sam.

Well, this is a nice surprise.

- I'm sorry to butt in like this, Mr. Fenwick.

- Nonsense, Sam.

You're very welcome.

The wife's out shopping, and I'm the babysitter.

You haven't met my little darling, have you?

- No, it's a lovely kid.

- Yeah, she's daddy's own treasure.

Say hello to Mr. Lilly, Jennifer.

Come on.

Hand it, hand it.

No?

She's shy.

Well, what can I do you for, sir?

- Well, I'm in a jam, Mr. Fenwick.

- What, again?

The boys just told me you got nicely out of one.

- I need 50 pounds; I need it bad.

- 50 pounds?

Well, that's not so serious.

Here, catch darling.

Jennifer, catch.

50 pounds.

Well, let's see if we can find something

to earn it for you tomorrow, eh?

- Well, I was hoping you'd lend it to me.

I did you a favour once.

That time they had me up and I lost my licence,

I never mentioned your name.

You know that, Mr. Fenwick.

- You throw it back, Sam.

Have a little game with the nice gentlemen, darling.

Now, let's see, Lingfield.

Duke of Agincourt.

Gonna be pretty strongly fancied

after the way it run against Proud William.

But you can't make money out of odds-on favourites,

can you, Sam?

Unless, of course, you know which one

that isn't going to win.

Eh, darling?

- Now look, Mr. Fenwick,

there's not gonna be nothing like that.

- Like what, sir?

Did I say anything?

You didn't hear my say anything, did you, my sweet, eh?

- Mr. Fenwick, it's only 50 pounds.

It's not much, you said so yourself.

Can't you let me have it?

- Why, of course, Sam.

200 if you like, and as long as you like.

Just haven't got it by me now, that's all.

But if the Duke of Agincourt doesn't win tomorrow,

we'll send it round by Bernie first thing Saturday,

won't we darling, eh?

- Come in.

Caw, Sam!

- How are you, Georgie?

- I'm fine.

See me ride that winner at Epsom?

- Yeah, you did all right.

- I'm gonna win here at Lingfield, too,

tomorrow on the Duke.

But it won't be no price.

- No, odds on, I reckon.

What are you dolling yourself up for?

- Dance in the village.

- Oh?

Georgie, about Duke of Agincourt.

- What about him?

- I'm in trouble.

- You are?

Bad trouble.

- With the cops?

- Well, sort of.

It'll be all right if I get ahold of a bit of money.

- That's all right.

I've got some.

Mr. Ross, he gave me a present.

10 pounds.

I've only spent a little.

- No, no, no, no, no son.

I haven't come here for a touch.

Anyway, I'll need more than that.

- More than 10 pounds?

Where are you gonna get it from?

- Well, there's a pal of mine, he said he'd lend it to me

if he can get a good win tomorrow.

He's backing something in the first race.

- But there's nothing in that one to beat the Duke.

- That's what I'm afraid of.

- You never taught me how to pull a horse, did you Sam?

- Pull him?

Now look, son, don't you get any silly ideas like that.

Takes experience to hold 'em.

The best of us get rumbled even then.

- You don't want me to dope him.

- No, no, no, no.

Now look, get all this malarkey out of your head.

You ever heard of the water dodge?

Last thing tonight when you've done him,

you take his water away, right?

Now in the morning you gotta get there

before the feed man.

As soon as the Duke's been given his feed,

you take that away, too.

And you still don't give him any water

until an hour before the race.

Then you give him as much as he wants.

He'll be feeling peckish by then,

and start to eat his straw.

- But it's cruel!

- It won't do him any harm.

No real harm.

Now Georgie, you know what it's like

when you get a stitch?

Well, that's what it'll be like for him

when he's running in the race.

Just a little stitch.

He'll be as right as rain in half an hour.

- Please, Sam.

Please, please don't make me do it.

Aye, I'm only telling you, son, just in case.

If you don't wanna go through with it, it's okay.

We'll still be friends.

- You're the best friend I've ever had, Sam.

- Yeah, I wish I wasn't here

talking to you like this, Georgie.

I always wanted you straight.

Not like I was.

But I gotta have that money.

I just gotta have it, Georgie.

- Is that all it means, really?

Only just a stitch?

- I swear it.

Look, you, you don't have to make up your mind right away.

Probably won't get the chance, anyway.

Tell you what, is this your shirt?

Well look, I'll come by here tomorrow morning

at 10 o'clock.

I'll look up at this window,

and if I see this shirt hanging out there,

I'll know my pal's got a good chance of winning his bet.

Okay?

- Okay, Sam.

- Nearly finished?

- Just done.

- Get a move on.

I wanna lock up.

- I'm sorry, boy.

I just gotta do this.

I'm real sorry.

- Having a good time down there?

- Pardon?

- I just wondered if you had a tongue

as well as two left feet.

for the winner at Plumpton.

- Stoning earned there.

10 pounds won't stop him.

- All right, all right.

Who's there?

Hello, what do you want?

- I uh, uh, I think I forgot to water my horse.

- Let's see your card.

That's all right.

- Hey, which horse is it?

- Duke of Agincourt.

- Ha, the old Duke, eh?

It's gonna win tomorrow, they tell me.

- Hope so.

Hey, you're a bad boy.

You did forget about him.

It's a good thing you thought of it.

- Yeah.

You uh, you don't have to say nothing, do you?

- Well, I should, by rights.

- I did remember.

- Ah well, better late than never.

All right, son, I'll forget about it.

I'll lock up when you're finished.

They're under starter's orders.

- Now steady.

Steady.

Make a line there.

Make a line.

Come on, Crain.

Bring him in.

- Yes, sir.

- No need to get windy, son,

just 'cause you're on the favourite.

- I'm not windy.

They're off.

And the first-

- Hello, Sam.

- Hello, Lukey.

- Done your old friend in this one, Duke of Agincourt?

- Hoo hoo, I should think so.

Last I heard, they was asking nine to four.

- Favorite's doing well.

- Yeah.

- They won't beat that one.

- Yes, he is going well.

- Moving up now.

Come through when he wants.

Favorite's taking the lead.

He's running wide!

- Georgie! Georgie!

- You know him, do you?

- Yeah, is he all right?

- Nothing serious, as far as I can tell.

- Do you want a hand?

- All right, mate.

- Is the doctor here?

- I'm the doctor.

- Lilly!

Lilly!

You've no right to be here.

- Just a minute, milord.

I-I-I...

- Well?

- Well, just a minute milord

so I can see what the doctor says.

- What's that boy to you?

- Nothing, milord.

I just know his folks, that's all.

- They'll be informed.

On your way.

- I'm not going 'til I know.

- As steward of this meeting,

I'm ordering you off the course.

- Yes, milord.

- You don't have to look so worried, Mom.

Don't hurt.

- I'm not worried.

- It happens to us all, one time or other.

Look at Sir Gordon; he fell off and broke his leg once.

Out for the rest of the season.

- You and Sam never told me it was so dangerous.

- 'Course, if ever I put on weight

and have to take up jumping, now that is dangerous.

One of 'em had pretty near every bone in his body broken.

Had both his collarbones taken away,

got so ground off with them.

- Shut up, Georgie.

Oh, Sam.

You got it?

Oh, Sam.

Thank you, Sam.

- I uh, I come to see how the invalid was getting on.

Come in, Sam!

- Go on, Sam.

- Hello, son.

How are you?

- All right.

Doctor says I'll be riding again in a few weeks.

- That's my boy.

Here, I brought you a present, "The Sporting Life."

Have you heard from the stewards yet about the inquiry?

- Inquiry?

- Eh, they always have to inquire into an action.

It's just routine.

It's nothing for you to worry about.

- Just tell them the truth, Georgie.

That's all they want to know.

Tea, Sam?

- I gather from Mr. Tyler that you don't remember

much about the fall.

Your horse ran wide, you tried to straighten him,

next thing you knew you were in the ambulance.

- That's right, sir.

- Speak up, boy.

Speak up!

- Yes, sir.

- You haven't remembered anything else since?

- No, sir.

- Didn't have a bump with any other horse?

- No, sir.

I was well clear of the field.

- Seems to be an accident in which no one was to blame.

You agree?

- Yes, sir.

- All right, then.

- Thank you, sir.

- Just a moment, Crain.

How long have you known Sam Lilly?

- Who, sir?

- Don't try and bluff me, boy.

You know Sam Lilly perfectly well, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

You do, eh?

- Are you aware that Sam Lilly

has been warned off Newmarket Heath?

- Yes, sir.

- Do speak up, boy.

- Yes, sir.

- Then you must also be aware

that he's a very unsuitable person for you to mix with.

- No, sir!

He's the best bloke that ever breathed, Sam Lilly is.

I don't care what anybody else says about him.

He learned me a lot.

There's nothing he hasn't done for me.

Paid for the horse he learned me on,

paid me rail fares, paid for the saddle, too, Sam did.

And him wanting money badly all the time

'cause he hasn't ever got any money.

And when he had a chance to do himself a bit of good,

he gave it all over to me.

That's why it was me who rode the Duke in the Sandown,

'cause he couldn't fix me up in the stable any other way.

Spent half his time trying to fix me up, Sam did.

And nobody wouldn't listen to him

'cause they're all like you.

They think he's crooked.

But he ain't!

He's the best bloke that ever breathed!

And now you can take my licence away, too.

But I ain't ever gonna stop seeing Sam Lilly.

- How old are you, Crain?

- 13, sir.

- You're lucky.

13's an age which still provokes

a certain measure of tolerance.

But if you go on riding until you're 70,

don't you ever dare talk like that again to the stewards.

- You're not gonna take my licence away?

- We'll think it over.

That'll do.

- Thank you, sir.

- You think it's true?

- 'Course it's true.

I never heard a story

with more damn truth sticking out all over it.

- Certainly throws a new light on Sam Lilly.

- Henry's getting sentimental.

The next thing we know,

he's gonna have that monkey back again.

I'm prepared to bring the matter up

at the next Jockey Club meeting.

- Yes, I think the time's come to discuss it.

By the way, are you running that filly of yours

at Nottingham today?

- I think she goes.

- Is she trying?

- Well done.

You rode a grand race.

- Come on, Georgie! - Come on!

- It's my son!

Drawn 10, and number 18, G. Crain,

allowed five pounds, drawn three.

- 18 twice each way.

18 twice each way.

Thank you.

- 18 to win, fives times.

18 to win, five times.

Thank you.

- Number 18, win please.

Number 18 win.

First, number 18.

- 15, 16, 17, 75.

- It's nice to know I can beat you occasionally.

And it's still Blue Song in the lead

from Noontime with Gunga Din coming to challenge.

And Blue Song's beaten there,

and now it's Gunga Din from Noontime.

Yes, Crain on Gunga Din's coming away.

As they pass the post it's Gunga Din!

- That's a fine way for a mother to carry on.

Excuse us, then.

- Oh, it's lovely, Sam.

- You ain't seen nothing yet.

Wait'll you see the bathroom.

Oh, oh,

- What's the matter with it?

- Oh, nothing, nothing.

I think it's lovely.

Only, I was trying to imagine you in it.

- Well, you didn't ought to.

And this is where I sleep.

- Oh, it's like a palace.

Oh, it must be costing you a tidy sum.

- Yes.

Uh, Bar-

- Look at these lights.

Oh, and central heating.

- Bar.

I uh, I don't know quite how to say this,

but um, well, I reckon you've thought about it, too.

Have you?

About you and me getting together?

- Well Sam, I-

- Will you marry me, Bar?

Come and live here with me?

Aye, I know I'm not the romantic type,

the sort of bloke you would look up to, but-

- Oh, Sam, that's got nothing to do with it.

You ought to know that.

- Don't you like me enough, then?

- Well, yes, Sam.

I think I do, but...

- Well then.

- No, dear.

It wouldn't work out.

- Why not?

- Look, supposing we was to get married.

How long would we be here?

A lovely place like this one day,

and we're out in back in our rotten old dump

like your last one.

No, Sam.

I couldn't bear it.

- Do you know how much I made last week?

Close on 300 quid.

- Yes, and as like as much you'll strike a bad patch

next week and lose 300.

- Now look, Barb-

- I know all about good patches and bad patches.

I've had some of it with George's father.

And it's the bad patches that count.

Up one day, down the next,

never knowing where the next meal's coming from,

if it comes at all.

And he had a regular job, too.

You haven't even got that.

- Regular job.

Where can I get a regular job?

Only one job I know, and they won't let me do it.

- Now, there's lot of things you could do.

That pal of yours, the one who wants to sell his snack bar.

You could buy that now.

- What?

Throw away good money on a sandwich waggon?

- You see what I mean, Sam?

We'll never see eye to eye.

You're a gambler, and you'll never be anything else.

And I couldn't take it, Sam.

Straight I couldn't.

- So you'd sooner go back there and live on your own

in that dump in Battersea?

You know what?

If I was you, I'd marry anybody to get out of there.

- Goodbye, Sam.

- Oh, Barbara!

Now don't go, Barbara!

Barbara!

Barbara!

Bar!

Ba-

Not you, Ma, I said Bar!

I want Mrs. Crain.

- Mrs. Crain sleeps at the back.

- Oh, sorry, Ma.

Barbara!

Barbara!

Barbara!

- Why don't you turn it up?

Barbara!

- Hey, not so much of it.

- Bar, let me in!

- Don't you let that man in this house.

- Put a sock in it, can't you?

- No, wait a minute.

I gotta see-

- Sam!

What's the matter with you?

- I've got a regular job, Barbara!

- You're drunk!

- Of course I'm drunk!

I've got me job back!

A regular job, look!

- Truly?

- "Temporary licence to ride under Jockey Club rules

"until the termination of the current season,

"after which,

"application for a full licence!"

Oh, Sam!

- Whoopee!

- Well, I really believe

we got Fair Noon right again at last.

Crain.

- It's always out best that give the most trouble, sir.

- They always seem to belong to Lord Logan.

Did he move freely?

No more sign of that stiffness?

- No, sir.

He strode out well.

Gonna win the Leger, aren't you, boy?

- Now don't go right.

Oh, by the way,

your friend Sam Lilly's got his licence back.

- What?

- I don't expect you've seen the paper this morning.

- Good old Sam!

- That's right, boy.

Give him to the poor old groom.

- Sir, can he ride Dortegay at Lingfield?

Benny's going to York, and I'll be at Chepstow,

and you said you had to run another rider for Dortegay.

He can do the weight, Sam can.

- I see.

We run the stables now.

That's gonna be very nice for Mr. Tyler.

Bright boy like G. Crain to fix his jockeys for him.

You'll be able to take it easy, sir.

- Well, it's an idea.

We might think about it.

- Good old Sam.

- Good luck, Sam.

- Hold it.

- Hello, Sam.

- Anyone'd think you won the Derby, Sam.

- Maybe I will next year.

- Ah, Lilly.

Welcome back.

- Thank you, milord.

And I'm told it's you I've gotta thank for being back.

- Oh, just put in a couple of words.

Fixed up some mounts yet?

- Oh, yes.

One or two promises here and there.

- Good.

What weight are you riding at now?

- Uh, eight stone 12, but I'm getting it down, milord.

- That's all right.

They all carry nine stone in the Leger.

- The Leger?

- Yes, I need a jockey for Common Law

now that Collin Gray's broken his collar bone.

- Common Law?

He's got a wonderful chance, that colt.

- If he can beat Fair Noon.

- Ah, you don't wanna worry about that, milord.

I know the boy that does him.

I'll get young Georgie Crain

to slip him a couple of sleeping pills.

- Sam, you're in corrigible.

- Yes, milord.

- Tyler here.

What?

He's brought the French horse?

To run in the Leger, of course.

Yes, it certainly is serious.

He's got first claim on Bennie Loder.

Well, thanks for telling me all the same.

- So you've heard?

- Yes, we've lost Loder for the Leger.

- I knew this would happen.

All the top lot are booked already.

Who's going to ride Fair Noon?

- Well, I'd put up Crain.

- I believe you would.

You need your head examining.

I'm talking about the Leger.

The Leger!

- Well, he knows the horse.

He's the best boy we've seen for years.

You said so yourself.

- Yes, but we must keep a sense of proportion.

He's still only apprenticed.

He hasn't had the experience.

Dammit, this is a Classic race,

the best chance I've ever had at winning one.

What about getting Deverson over from Paris?

- I'd sooner have Crain.

- For 20 years I've had one ambition: to win a Classic.

I've bred from the very best stock,

and five trainers between them have only managed

to get me a third in the Derby

and a second in the 2000 Guineas.

Now I've got Fair Noon, the best colt I ever had,

likely to start practically favourite in the Leger.

And you're asking me to gamble on the wits

of a small boy who's never even ridden in a Classic race.

For heaven's sake, let's be serious.

You do as you're told for once.

Get me Deverson.

- When you asked me to take over your horses, sir,

it was a wonderful opportunity for me.

I took them over on the strict understanding

that there would be no interference for the way I ran them.

You gave me your word about that.

I was to use my judgement, and mine only.

Now I don't expect you'd like Fair Noon

to change stables just before the St. Leger,

but as soon as the race is over,

I'm going to ask you to release me from my contract.

And I'll try to get Deverson.

- Put that phone down.

- Continental inquiries, please.

- Put that phone down!

If you imagine I'm gonna have you traipsing around

telling everyone I've broken my word,

you can ruddy well think again!

All right, Crain rides Fair Noon in the Leger.

- And I'm sure you're right, sir.

- For your sake, he'd better win.

- I haven't heard a word.

What have you done to him now?

- Darling, you didn't hate it too much

down in Lambourn, did you?

- Jeff, what are you talking about?

- Well, we're going to be lucky to get back there

if Fair Noon doesn't win the Leger.

- Oh, I see.

Georgie Crain's waiting to see you.

- All right, send him in.

- Come in, Georgie.

- You wanted to see me, Crain?

- Yes, sir.

Please sir, you know I'm riding at Sandown Saturday.

My mother wants me home for the weekend.

And I've fixed up with Mr. Voss with Tommy Adams

to do Fair Noon on Sunday, if you give the word, sir.

- That's all right, Crain.

You can go home.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

- Crain.

- Yes, sir?

- You're going to ride Fair Noon in the St. Leger.

- Me, sir?

In the Leger?

- That's what I said.

Now go on, get back to work.

- Yes, sir!

- Hello, Georgie.

- I don't know you.

- You know an old chum of mine, Sam Lilly.

- Who are you?

A chap you oughtn't to be seen with.

- What do you want?

- Oh, I thought I'd like to meet the crack apprentice.

Quite a fan of yours I am, Georgie.

You've won quite a lot of races for me.

Smart Nelly.

Lucky, though.

You must admit that.

If you hadn't been quite so lucky,

you might have been lying in bed with a broken neck

all these months.

- What are you talking about?

- Why, that day at Lingfield.

You come off at the turn, and what happens?

Just a bit of a shaking.

That's luck, that is.

Then you're up in front of the steward

and you get away with it.

More luck.

- That was an accident.

- Oh, sure it was.

Stewards said so, didn't they?

Good thing none of them saw this check, though.

See that date?

That was the day after your accident.

Pay Mr. Sam Lilly the sum of 200 pounds,

and there's old Sam's endorsement.

They might have thought of it, mightn't they?

I wonder if they'd have given Sam back his licence?

After all, they might even think of it now

they saw this check.

He's only on probation, so to speak,

until the end of the season.

- What do you want?

- I'm glad you asked me that

because I'm not the sort of bloke

likes beating about the bush.

Ask me a straight question, I give you a straight answer.

There's a certain gentleman I know,

using the term in its widest sense,

who wouldn't be at all pleased if you were to win the Leger

on Fair Noon.

- I'm not taking no more chances like that.

- Oh, no, not another accident.

That'd be too much to expect.

But well, in a long race like the Leger,

plenty of things can happen to a horse.

Why, I don't have to tell you.

- I won't do it!

- Oh, not for old Sam?

After all he's done for you?

You're quite ungrateful.

Oh well, if you won't, you won't.

Of course, the stewards may be lenient

when they see this check.

Personally, I wouldn't take a bet on it.

In fact, I'd lay 10 to one against Sam keeping his licence.

- Wait.

How much do you want for that check?

- Oh, my dear fellow.

I don't want money for it.

That'd be careless taking money from a boy

who's just starting.

- But if I do this, you'll let me have it?

- Well, isn't that what I've come all this way to tell you?

- How do I know I can trust you?

- You don't, Georgie.

Just have to take my word for it.

That's a fat lot of comfort, isn't it?

Oh, I'm not such a bad sort, really.

Keep that horse out of the winner's enclosure,

and this check'll be in the post for you the same night.

- Straight?

- Straight.

I like Sam Lilly.

I'm just as keen as you to keep him in the saddle.

Okay?

- Okay.

Golly dee.

Good night, Georgie.

Sorry to have troubled you.

- And today, as usual, Doncaster's famous Town Moor

is looking its very best as the thousand of visitors

and townsfolk pack its stands and enclosures

for the St. Leger, the final Classic of the season,

and the oldest one of them all.

And it's bound to be a great race

with those two fine three-year-olds,

Common Law and Fair Noon in a field which,

if it isn't as large as usual, is certainly distinguished.

- Fair Noon, I'll lay five to one, Fair Noon.

Fair Noon at five to one.

Six to one, Common Law.

- I'll lay five to one, Fair Noon.

Five to one, Fair Noon.

Nine to two, Pleasured Love.

Six to one, Common Law.

- Well, go on.

Have a bit on both of us.

One of us will win.

- No, Sam.

Never again.

- You're a case, you are.

In the next race

number 11 wears a red cap,

and the cover for number 17 are black

with light blue-

- Good luck, Sam.

- Good luck. - Good luck, Sam.

- Thank you, fellas

- Gonna win today, Sam?

- Put your shirt on it.

What's wrong with your horse, Georgie?

- Nothing, as far as I know.

- Still drifting in the market.

You can get six to one out there now.

- You can?

- Yes.

They've made mine favourite.

- You feeling all right, son?

- Sure I am.

Why shouldn't I be?

- Aye, you don't wanna get nervous

just 'cause it's a big 'un.

Once you get out there, it's just the same

as any other race.

- I've won a big race.

- Yeah, so you have.

The Hunt Cup.

- Big day for you, Sam.

- Yes, yes.

- Georgie, I uh, I wish I didn't have to say it,

but you're riding to win, ain't you?

So that's it!

Who's behind this, Georgie?

How much have they offered you?

- Oh, let me alone, can't you?

- What's the idea?

You're not gonna do anything silly again.

You'll kill yourself in this field.

- I know, I know, let me alone, Sam.

- You're gonna hook him, eh?

Is that it?

You little fool.

What do you know about hooking them?

And riding for a bloke like Lord Logan?

They'll have you out, Georgie.

They'll have you out forever.

- I can't help it-

- Shut up.

- Three to one, Common Law.

- This market, Freddie.

What's happened?

- Mine's favourite now.

I don't understand it.

- Neither do I.

Tyler says he's never had Fair Noon fitter.

- Stick in close to me,

and I'll try and cover you as best I can.

- Is it because we've got an apprentice up?

Might make him drift in a race like this.

- It might.

But five to two to six to one.

- What other reason could there be?

- None that I know of.

That's what worries me.

They're under starter's orders.

They're off.

- Mine's well away.

- So's yours, Freddie.

- Nothing's wrong so far.

- No, he's where I wanted him to be.

- Behind you, Sam.

- I'm lying about sixth.

- Mine's just behind you going very well.

- I'm moving up, all right?

- With you.

- Ah, now they're turning it on.

- They're still together.

- How's he going?

- Full of running.

- Well, keep him at it.

We've gotta make a show.

- Pleasured Love's beaten.

- Come on, Crain!

- Come on, Sam!

- Come on, Sam, I've got to lose!

- You're not beat yet.

They can see that clear enough.

Ride him out.

Don't let up.

- Come on, Sam.

Come on!

- Keep him at it.

I'm with you.

- It's you or me, Henry, and I think it's gonna be me.

Ride him, boy.

Don't look 'round, ride him I said!

- Come on, Sam.

Come on!

- Keep working, you little fool.

Keep working!

- Come on! - Come on!

- Come on, Fair Noon! - Come on, Sam!

- Come on, Fair Noon!

- Come on, Sam!

- Keep working!

- Come on, Georgie!

Send him on, George.

- Come on, George.

Come on, George.

Send him on now.

- No, no!

- He's lost his whip!

- Oh no, you don't!

- Oh, he won!

We won!

- Yes, we won, but...

- Oh, I don't give a damn for the bets.

We won!

Winner, number 11.

Second, number nine.

- Sam, what happened?

- Congratulations, Georgie.

The distance is three lengths.

- I've never seen anything so blatant in all my life.

- Well, now for the inquiry.

You'll have to take it, Walter.

We're interested parties.

- Of course.

- Right.

- Lilly, you're to go to the steward's room immediately.

- Well, if you won't talk, we can't make you.

You are suspended for the remainder of the meeting,

and you will be reported to the steward of the Jockey Club.

That's all.

And this time, it'll be for life.

Do we want to see Crain?

- It seemed pretty clear what happened.

Boy lost his whip.

- Hmm, lost his head, too.

- Very nearly lost the race.

- And therefore, so did Sam Lilly's book.

- I wonder what they paid him.

Here is a correction.

In the next race, number 14 will be ridden by G. Crain

and not S. Lilly.

Number 14, Golden Boy, G. Crain, not S. Lilly.

- Sam!

Sam, what did you do it for?

- It's just what I was gonna ask you.

Who was it, eh?

How much did you get?

How much they pay you?

- Nothing.

It was that check.

They said they'd take it to the stewards.

They said they'd have you warned off again.

- You did that for me?

- Why didn't you let me?

Now we're both in for it.

You're suspended, and they've still got that check.

- You don't wanna worry about that check, son.

That's got my name on it.

They can't pin anything on you.

- But what's gonna happen to you, Sam?

- Come on, Crain.

- Go on, son.

Don't keep a starter waiting.

They're off.

And Burma lost several lengths at the start.

Royal Wood was bent away on the rails from Greenstreet

with Golden Boy on the stand side.

- Sam!

- Bar.

At halfway, it's still Royal Wood

followed by Greenstreet and Golden Boy,

these three clear of Sator and Corvall.

With a furlong to go, Golden Boy is making his run,

and it's now Golden Boy and Royal Wood together.

A hundred yard to go.

Golden Boy and Royal Wood are still neck and neck,

but now Golden Boy draws ahead,

and at the post, it's Golden Boy the winner from Royal Wood

with Greenstreet a length away third.

- I knew I had a winner there.

- Did you back it?

- Jockeys are not allowed to bet.

- Come on, how much did you win?

- Just enough to buy a little old snack bar.

First, number 14.

Second, number 10.

Third, number eight.