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I was born into horses.

I grew up with them.

I could adjust a bridle
before I could fasten my shoelaces.

Back then my parents had
beautiful stables.

My father was one of
the best trainers in Normandy.

Horses were their life.

Our life.

MY LUCKY STAR

Aside from that, Madame la Marquise

Everything is tickety-boo...

Easy does it, Louise.
That's right.

There. See?

That's it, darling.
She senses your authority.

My father thought my mother rode
with absolute grace.

It made her laugh.

She said he was a romantic
but that was why she loved him.

Aside from that, Madame la Marquise

Everything is tickety-boo...

-Did you enjoy today?
-Yes!

You were great.

It always amazed me

how horses obeyed her
more than they did my dad.

She never had to chivvy them

and was never afraid.

And they could sense that.

The time has come
to part with Hélène,

mother of Louise, husband of Pierre,

friend to you all, and horsewoman.

It is a sad moment

but hope must burn within us

for we shall meet Hélène again

when God reunites us
in the great joy of His kingdom.

Let us dwell a moment

on all that we have
been through with her,

on what she means to us,
what she means to God.

My deepest sympathy.

I was very fond of your mother.

Be brave.

You'll be fine, dear.

The day she was admitted to hospital

she joked that she would have
a brand new heart.

When Dad got home,

he put his arms around me
and held me tight.

He had my mother's bracelet.

She gave it to him for me,

to show me she'd always be there

as before.

I knew that nothing
would ever be the same again.

My mother was dead, full stop.

Hello, Mr Barthélemy.

Mademoiselle...

What happened at Cabourg?

We were nowhere!

I said not to enter.

But you always have to race.

And pay you.

Yeah... we've been in the prize money
three times.

That's not bad.

Get real, your horse is no ace.

Nor is his trainer.

You're starting to bug me, Froissard.

A trotter needs time to recover.

But your lust for cash
has sickened him.

Money, money... He's fed up of it.

You'll get no more winnings
out of your Golden Black.

He's had enough, and so have I.

So go and fetch him
and get out of here!

Whoa! Calm down.

No more stable fees from me!

You're a pain!

He may be a bastard
but he was one of our last clients.

I can't pay you this month,
or the arrears.

Yeah, well...

Chill out.

In the years following
my mother's death

we lost a lot of contracts.

Our horses stopped winning races.

Yet my father
poured all his energy into it.

It was his way of forgetting.

Robert and I helped him
as best we could.

But something was broken.

I dropped out of school.

I did correspondence courses
and spent my time with the horses.

Especially Gracieuse,
my mother's mare.

She had to be cajoled,
and talked to constantly.

She loved my voice.

Beautiful girl.

You'll give us a lovely foal,
won't you, Gracieuse?

Everything's fine.

Just fine.

Where the hell's the vet?

Calm down, he's doing his best.

Don't worry, she's always been brave.

All right, my beauty... you'll be fine.

-Here he comes.
-About time.

-Good evening.
-Come on, Louise.

Right.

It's the year of the Ms.

What shall we call it?

M... M... go on!

Macumba.

A bit exotic
for a pure-bred French trotter.

How about Marquise?

Right.

Marquise it is, then.

Good idea, eh, Robert?

Excellent... Excellent idea.

What if it's a colt?

Marquis?

Well?

It's a beautiful filly.

But Gracieuse has internal bleeding.

I can't save her... I'm sorry.

She won't survive without her mother.

I'll take care of Marquise.

-What do we do, Pierre?
-Keep the filly.

See to Gracieuse.

Come on, honey.

Come on, Marquise.

You mustn't see this.

Come on... that's it.

Louise!

Louise!

Well?

Coming!

-How many?
-A dozen.

Pay you at the end of the month?

As usual!

Did the bank say
we could buy horses?

I doubt it. They want me to mortgage
the property.

I refused.

Three generations of Barthélemys
born at La Ferronnière.

To hell with those vultures.

So what do we do?

Hope for a miracle
from one of our horses.

They're useless,
you said so yourself.

We'll find other lodgers.

Every problem has a solution.

As your mother always said.

I cared for Marquise day and night
for a month.

She became the centre of my world.

Fighting for her
helped pull me through.

Marquise made memories of my mother
less painful.

You're going to learn... yes!

Dad?

Supposing we run out of money?

Do you need anything?

No, but...

That's all right, then.

When she was two,
Marquise was ready for training.

I believed in her,
she was perfect for racing.

My father was sceptical.

It's never easy at first.

Here she is!

She's looking good.

She's a good size
for a two-year-old... Not bad.

Let's see... Hi, Miss.

Hello.

Don't look at me like that.
I won't bully her.

I'll go easy on her.

Don't worry, he's nice.

Let's see what she can do.

Over here, Louise.

Let's see now.

Oh, come on!

He's a top man. Yes!

-Stubborn!
-No, she's just afraid.

-She's unhappy.
-She's fine.

Enough.

Stop!

-I'll take her.
-Careful, it's dangerous.

Thanks.

-What she's doing is dangerous.
-Leave her to it.

If you like,
but that mare is trouble.

Let's leave her to it,
it's her mare.

That's not how you train a horse.

It's going well now
but it can all turn bad.

It's a dangerous way
to train a horse.

-All right, Matthieu?
-Kind of.

It's going well now,
but Pierre goes his own sweet way.

She's not stubborn.

Slowly but surely
Marquise drew me out of my shell.

I decided to go to Bronec's,
the best jockey school around.

I'd taken the aptitude tests
and wanted to test myself.

So tell me...
where did you get the cake?

-I stole it.
-It shows!

"Even if it was the first you downed."

I wanted to say: "Hats off to you!"

You wear makeup?

No need to scowl.
I'm grown-up now.

Blow.

-Here.
-Thank you.

-To you. To your life.
-To our jockey-to-be.

-To good fortune.
-To you, Pierrot.

Here we go.

-What's that?
-Open it and see.

You're mad!

They're beautiful.

I want you to feel proud at Bronec's.

-I don't need these for that.
-I know.

Thanks, Dad.

Here.

My old crop.

It's not much
but it'll bring you luck.

You're a sweetheart, Robert.
Thanks.

Shall we dance?

-She's crazy!
-Come on, Dad.

Excuse me.

But...

Don't worry.

It's the dress.

The dress your mother was wearing
when they met.

-What do you think?
-Good.

Better stop her now.

OK, that's enough. Go easy on her!

But she isn't tired!

Stop it, I say.

What do you think?

Not bad.

Not bad? She's wonderful!

Now wait...

I've seen plenty of talented youngsters.
It means nothing.

Let's not get carried away.
Right, Robert?

He's right.

She's coming along, but be patient.

Patient!
That's all you ever say!

She's unbelievable!

Everything's tickety-boo...

Don't sulk, you're going to be fine.

My baby.

Marquise, I'm going away

but I promise I'll be back,
every weekend, every holiday.

I'm not abandoning you,
understand?

Robert and Dad will take
good care of you, I swear.

Everything will be just fine...

You're so lucky,
landing a place at Bronec's.

I know, Dad, you already told me.

He's a top man,
but it's no easy ride.

Only the best come through.

Dad, you always talk
as if I don't know a thing.

I can manage.

I just wanted to tell you...
be careful.

With the boys, I mean.

Because they're only interested in...

I don't want to talk about that.

OK.

-Here, take this.
-I don't need it, Bronec's paying me.

Just take good care of Marquise.

Marquise... Marquise...

-Marquise!
-Dad...

Don't worry.

-Off you go, then.
-I'm going.

Don't stay there!

I'm going.

Dad had always protected me.

But he was the fragile one now.

It was my turn to help him.

Julien, where are you?
Come here, please.

Hello, Mr Bronec.
Louise Barthélemy.

My, you've changed.

You were knee-high
when I last saw you.

How's your father?

-Stroppy as ever?
-Fine!

I've heard good things about you.

-Ready for action, then?
-Yes.

See you tomorrow for training.

I'll take a look at you on Jaïpur.

Julien Gaudin, my stable boy.
Louise Barthélemy, the new girl.

Show her to her room and fill her in.

-See you then.
-See you then, Boss.

Here's how we work.

We start at 6, come rain, come shine,
come snow, like it or not.

Girls and guys are treated the same.

This place looks great!

Well, it's not quite the same
when you work here.

Here it is...

your room, your bed, your cupboard.

Your friends.
Louise... Ketty and Madeleine.

See you tomorrow.

-Only just finished?
-We've done well, this is early.

Good job you're here, what with
70 boxes to muck out every day.

All the hay and dung...

-One more won't do any harm.
-There are 70 horses?

And another dozen on the way.

Ten of us get to do all the work.

-You'll sleep easily enough!
-When do we get to ride?

When the boss says so.
Early morning usually.

-But if you're not a good rider...
-You sweep up dung.

And let me tell you...
they make plenty of shit!

-Where are you from?
-Beaumont-en-Auge. Dad keeps trotters.

Madeleine's dad, Desrue,
has some aces: Isis Day, Désiris...

Ready Love, Silver Dream...

Quintilius...

At this point, your social security
contributions are in arrears

to the tune of 12,384 euros.

I don't have it.

I wrote and asked to defer payment.

My client refuses,
you're already way behind.

So will you pay?

Are you deaf?
I told you, I can't.

Then I must inventory
your possessions.

Sure.

Go ahead.

Shouldn't take long,
it's all been sold.

The horse boxes are worthless.

And the car's good
for the scrap yard.

Let's try indoors.

-No.
-Why not?

No assholes in my house.

Does that satisfy you?

Now beat it, I'm busy.

I'll be back with the police.

Come back with whoever you like.

I've got something for you.

If you don't want to leave empty-handed,
take that barrow of dung.

Take it... That's mine.

-Who was that?
-A bailiff.

A bailiff!

Good job he didn't see Louise's mare
or he'd have inventoried her.

-How did she work?
-Badly, as usual.

It's a pity, she has plenty of vim
but she always breaks stride.

She can't go 50 metres
without starting to gallop.

-Change her harness.
-I already tried that.

Hey, you skipped two stalls.

-Don't think I'm doing them!
-I'll go.

No, saddle up Jaïpur,
the boss is waiting.

And be quick about it!

I'm coming.
No need to shout.

Wait...

There. That's better, isn't it?

-Feeling good?
-Yes, Boss.

Jaïpur takes a bit of getting to know
but he's a good horse.

Take the 500 metres, left hand track,
breeze him up to 250.

-Got it?
-Got it, Boss.

Relax, it won't kill you.

She's cute.

Relax, Louise.

There you go.

That's it. Good.

Keep your line.

That's it.

Very good.

The kid's good, eh?

Mr Bronec?
Mr Lachemier is here.

Coming.

Good.

Well, did he say anything?

He said you've got work to do.

-What do you think?
-Same, only worse.

Right, I'll do the stalls.

Shit, shit, shit!

Did you get into trouble?

I'm sick of that asshole.

Dissing Bronec
won't get you very far.

I mean Julien!

Always yelling, never happy...
Who does he think he is?

He's not so bad,
once you get to know him.

Yeah, right!

He's a grumpy bear but he's shy.

Yeah, well, I'm no bear trainer.

He's cute though, isn't he?
Oh, come on.

-Who's that?
-Thomas, silly!

"See you later."

"Forget it, pal, I've got my period."

Dot, dot, dot...

Refined as ever!

Quit being so goody-goody,
you're worse!

Got a boyfriend?

-Ever slept with anyone?
-That's none of your business.

Don't get mad, it doesn't matter.

Anyway we can soon fix you up here.

Ketty!

Am I wrong?

Come on, Sébastien, wake him up!
He's asleep!

Go, Francis!

All right? Out with the girls?

Be careful,
they don't know each other.

Don't crowd us!

Catch her!

Are you hurt?

Be careful!
That's a 600,000-euro horse!

You cut me up!

-Louise, it's fine.
-But it was his fault!

-It's OK.
-Learn to ride, then we'll talk.

-Don't apologize, asshole!
-Calm down.

You know they're hiring hairdressers
in Trouville.

You should be able to find
a job then, candy ass!

-Who is that idiot?
-Young Lacassagne.

His father's a banker,
they've got their own stables.

I don't give a damn.

-I wanted to apologize.
-Don't bother.

Let me buy you a drink.

It's everyone for himself
in this job.

Bronec's isn't making you
any chattier.

You haven't said a word
since the station.

I'm dead beat.

I've lost Mum's bracelet.

Don't worry.

Hello there, gorgeous!

How are you?

I've got loads to tell you!

My beauty...

Have they been looking after you?

Oh yes, you like a good scratch.

Oh, my beauty.

How I've missed you.

Hey, what about us?

Hey, Robert!

How are you?

What's this?

That's Gaston.

King of the sheep.

A neighbour lent him to us.

Marquise is much calmer
with him around.

-Eh, Gaston?
-But she's going to stink!

You're not eating.
Something wrong?

I'm fine... just fine.

Why don't you tell her the truth?

Drop it, Robert.

Tell me what?

She's entitled to know.

It's not her problem.

What are you talking about?

The stables are dying.
We've got nothing coming in.

A couple of resident horses

plus a nag that doesn't earn its oats
don't cover expenses.

So that's it.

That leaves Marquise
but she just won't listen.

Stubborn as an ass!

I'll talk to her.

Sure you will.

You might have bottle-fed her
but she's still an animal.

We'll see.

It's good you've decided
to do this job.

Is that what Dad thinks?
He never says anything.

You know what he's like.

A man of few words.

But let me tell you,
it's what he wanted, believe me.

Marquise...

We have to pass the qualifiers
and go racing.

You have to win,
it's very important for us.

Now we start
some serious training, OK?

You're completely mad!

-She understands.
-Sure she does.

Marquise was our lucky star.

Our last chance.

I wanted to prove it to them.

We had no choice.

Not bad!

She won't break any records

but on ground like this,
it's not bad.

Yeah, it's not bad.
She's coming along.

You were good on the track
the other day.

Bronec says you're talented.
And he knows his stuff.

-He said that?
-Yep.

Here.

You lost this.

Thank you.

Shit, come on!

Come on.

Hold him back!

Have you seen the paces of this colt?

Looks promising. What do you think?

Beautiful horse.
But Alexis is too hard on him.

As I keep telling him.

You tell him, he won't listen to me.

Go easy, Alexis!

Stop. You'll break Millésime,
working him like that!

He won't listen,
he's stubborn as a mule.

He won't obey.

You better obey,
or you can forget riding that horse.

Let's go eat.

I know a place nearby.

Do you like white truffle?

Hey, Alexis, would your dad
have a job for me?

Good job we're the same size.

No basketball players in our job.
We're all midgets!

-Here, you next.
-No, it's too much!

Keep still, or it'll look awful.

There. Keep still!

Wow! You look beautiful, girls.

Like I said, this is gonna be hot!

Hi, a blue lagoon and a beer, please.

-Fancy a drink?
-No, let go.

-Come on, have a drink.
-Let go, I said!

Good.

Good performance.

Yeah, if she does that in the qualifiers
she'll blow them all away.

Come on, good girl.

-20 euros on No.4, to win.
-A daring bet, my dear Robert!

-Cicero! It's been ages.
-You're a rare face nowadays.

I only come when it's worth it.
Bet on Marquise.

Have you seen Lacassagne's horse,
No.7?

By Taras Bulba out of Marinette.
A real thoroughbred!

-It's Millésime, all the way.
-You've been warned.

100 euros on No.7.

And 20 on Marquise, No.4.

You're not that confident, then.

Come on.

No.2.
68.7 kilos. Checked.

No.4.

No.4.
53.4 kilos. Checked.

Thanks.

Hello. No.7.

No.7...

They're under starter's orders,
they're just clearing the start area.

Come on, honey.

Ready...

They're ready.

They're lining up.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Go!

...off last, but showing well
in the early stages...

-Shit, Louise.
-Marquise is out of it.

Marquise is losing a lot of ground...

Don't do this to me.

Come very bon, honey...

That's it. He's leading!

She's coming!

Come on... Come on!

Come on, hang in there, Alexis!

Louise Barthélemy has made up
a huge amount of ground!

Go on.

Go, Marquise!

Go on!

And they're neck and neck!

No!

It's a job for experts.

Errare humanum est.
She's a great mare, my compliments.

He talks funny.

He's a former Latin teacher.
We call him Cicero.

He's been trawling racetracks
for 40 years.

What a recovery!

She was unbelievable
in the home stretch.

She gave it her all
for her first victory.

Pierrot.
The photo, please!

Louise!

What? She mentioned a colleague,
not a boyfriend.

You think it's funny?

Dad... Julien. Julien... Dad.

-Say hello.
-Hello.

Congratulations!

Thank you.

Nice race, good recovery.
Well done!

-If you want to...
-She's not for sale!

Ah! She's not for sale.

-Sorry.
-Not today.

Let's go and celebrate.
Robert, Louise...

-Pierrot...
-What?

No...

-Dad...
-Come along then, boyfriend.

Come on!

-Let's go.
-Thank you.

-For you.
-Thanks, Dad.

Not everyone will be pleased.

That's for sure.
Did you see Lacassagne's face?

Right. A little souvenir photo...

Come on, Pierrot.

Watch the birdie.

And another...

Two birdies.

Cheers!

To your good health.

-To my daughter.
-Thanks, Dad.

To our good health
and to Marquise!

A bit of extra money coming in
is no bad thing.

-It'll come in handy.
-That's for sure!

Time for a slap-up meal.

That's the spirit! Tuck in.

So tell me...

-Julien, right?
-That's right.

How did you get into horses?

Oh well... I was hooked from birth.

-Really?
-My dad's a trainer.

He's got stables,
near Arromanches.

-Lemon?
-No, thanks.

-What's his name?
-Gaudin.

Félix Gaudin.

Do you know him?

-Crab? You fancy a crab?
-We're leaving.

-What's up?
-Nothing. We're leaving.

-Dad?
-You're never to see that boy again.

-You're joking...
-Enough!

-That was a long time ago, Pierrot.
-Dad!

What on earth is going on?

It's nothing. It's just...

I'll tell you later.

What did you do?

Me? I didn't do anything.

Pierrot!

-Well, proud of yourself?
-Drop it, Robert.

You can be a real jerk at times.

It's not Louise's or the kid's fault.

Out of ten million,
she has to choose him!

Robert told me everything.

Twenty years ago, he and Félix,
Julien's dad, were friends.

One day, during warm-up,

his sulky crashed into Robert,
breaking his leg.

It put an end to his career

but Robert eventually forgave him.

My father didn't.

His lousy temper again.

I resented him, clinging to the past.

We needed to talk.

But we didn't have time.

Robert! Fire!
The extinguisher, quick!

Don't mind me! Spray it!

Fucking shit!

I knew it. I should have rewired
the place months ago.

We had other priorities.

We'll put the horses out to pasture

until the insurance pays up
and we can rebuild.

-The insurance?
-Yes, the insurance.

We stopped paying it three years ago!

Then we're in the shit.

Have you told Louise?

I don't want to drag her into
our problems.

What the hell do you want?

I'm here to seize property.

Seize what?
I haven't got anything!

Calm down! You think I enjoy this?

And what about me?

Hey! No, don't touch my horses!

Don't touch my horses!
Get out of here!

Beat it!

-Calm down!
-It's shameful!

Shameful! Clear off!

No! Let go of me!

No! No!

What are you doing?

Cool it!
You know it's not our fault!

-What the hell's going on?
-Get your hands off her!

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Let me handle this.

OK, OK.

Let's go.

But she's my mare,
you can't let her go! Dad!

I hate you, you're pathetic!
This is all your fault!

Louise! Louise!

Come on.

Going at 13,500 euros...

Sold!

Now for lot 12,

Marquise, by Irkutsk
out of Gracieuse, born 4/2/2004.

If your dad knew I was here
to buy your mare...

12,000!

12,000 bid...

-20,000.
-20,000 bid on the left...

-22,000!
-22,000 bid.

23,000.

25,000!

-30,000!
-30,000 bid...

Sorry, I'm out, I can't keep up.

Julien...

30,000 to Mr Lacassagne!
Next, lot 13...

I kept away from my father
for months.

I heard he'd mortgaged
La Ferronnière.

I didn't care.

Vitamins, please.

I was moving on.

-I've got good news and bad news.
-Who cares?

The boss has given you Jaïpur
for the 2100 metres.

And the bad news?

Marquise was disqualified at Dieppe
after 500 metres.

Thanks.

I know what you're thinking...
There'll be other horses.

So, what's up with Jericho?

How come she's limping?

No idea. She must have hurt her foot
during the race.

I don't believe it.

Didn't she have pads?

-That's the stable boys' job.
-No, it's your responsibility!

She's out of the next race.

-I didn't buy the nag.
-Enough!

You think you can do
what you like because you're my son.

What's happened to you?

Respect for horses has to come first.
I thought I'd taught you that.

You're a pain in the nuts!

Get out, dammit!

Shit!

For fuck's sake!

-Are you crazy?
-She's my mare!

Just go!

You do it, then!
She can't even get out of a box.

Easy does it... there.

Even a butcher wouldn't want her!

You asshole!

He's stubborn, doing a job like that.

I know a dozen owners
who'd love him as their trainer.

You know what his temper's like.

Hats off to him. Some guys
would have done something stupid.

Don't! What about his daughter?

-Does she know?
-Not yet.

I have to break it to her.

Dad?

Dad!

What are you doing?

Can't you see? I'm working.

Robert's right, you've lost the plot.

You think you belong here?

A job's a job.

So... how are things at Bronec's?

Well.

And...

-how's Julien?
-Fine.

And Marquise... Any news?

Lacassagne bought her at the auction.

You've got to go back to horses.

No...

I've turned my back on the past.

I'm through with training.

You can't say that, it's just wrong.

You're the best.

You can't abandon me.

You never mention your mother.

Well... no.

Why not?

When I was ten,
she left with her lover.

I never saw her again.

Do you miss her?

No.

We'd better cut our losses.

What an old nag! She's useless.

Be at the truck in half an hour.

Hello, Mr Lacassagne.
Would you agree to 25,000?

-We can't afford any more.
-What do you think this is? Marrakesh?

30,000 euros, not a penny less.

You've cleaned me out.

20 to 30 minutes.

You see?

Good shot.

That's teamwork for you!

Hey, that's Marquise.

...No.6, Marquise,

ridden by Alexis Lacassagne.
Things aren't going well...

They're messing her up.

Seen her right foreleg?

She should be put out to pasture.

Not Alexis's style.

Give her a break.

We can talk, we're among friends.

We're entitled to our views.

-Can't you just drop it?
-What did we say?

Hello, my lovely.

Look at what I've brought you.

It's tasty.

Look, I've got plenty more.

Not too fast.

Goodness. Look.

It's a serious injury.

Oh, my God.

There, there, honey.

You poor thing.

Our plan was to hide
and heal Marquise

on a farm Julien knew of.

We got caught
before even reaching Cabourg.

So... do we have a punch-up
or shake hands?

How about we sort the kids out first?

I must say I'm proud of them.

Absolutely.

Come on, let's do it.

The mare's owner
has lodged a complaint

but the prosecutor is a keen horseman
so you're in luck.

Your children will go before a judge,
who'll give a ruling when he has time.

Let's hope he's a horseman, too.

-And the mare?
-She'll be returned to her owner.

You have to cover
the costs of transport.

-There you are, gentlemen.
-Thank you.

Bronec underwrote a bank loan
for 30,000

so we could buy back Marquise.

Lacassagne had bet
we'd do nothing with the old nag.

Come on.

-Looking good.
-Not bad, but she's lost speed.

-I thought you'd quit the business.
-Oh, shut up.

Shit!
Tell them she hasn't got it in her!

You tell them.

Hey, you suddenly sped up.

See that? I burnt you off!

Out of the blue.

She's completely recovered,
hasn't she?

Not sure they approve!

Are you crazy?
You've got to take it easy.

Relax, the mare's fine.
She isn't injured anymore.

Go easy, Louise, like we told you.
Slowly!

I'm just saying,
your princess can't cope.

We had to cope,

not get discouraged,

get through qualifying heats,

keep going
till the Prix de Normandie.

-Hello.
-Hello, Maxime.

Is all tickety-boo, Marquise?

Did you see the home stretch?

She extended her back
and got it all exactly right!

The others were standing still.

Going backwards, you mean!

She's the best, so it was easy.

Nothing to do with me, then!

Hello. Blood test, please.

-Nice going.
-Thanks!

-2010?
-2010!

-Go on.
-It's nice.

-Easy!
-One for the road.

-Thank you.
-Tell me, Pierre...

You can afford a few horses.

-Oh yes. Loads of horses!
-Sure!

No, first I want to buy out my mortgage
on La Ferronnière.

That's 200,000 euros.

Better win the Prix de Normandie.

Why not the Prix d'Amérique?

The Prix d'Amérique!

As they say, let's go for it!

In the meantime,
let's drink to the Prix de Normandie!

Prix de Normandie!

It's Rémy.

Rémy, the stable boy.

A recorded delivery? Then open it.

What?

Marquise tested positive in Lisieux.

-What?
-No way!

Thanks, Rémy.

We've had it.
She's suspended for four months.

We can kiss
the Prix de Normandie goodbye.

But I never left her side!

-Are you sure?
-Of course! I just went...

Went where?

Give our friend Maxime here
another beer.

It's good to see him looking so well.

I'll say.

Now tell us who put you up to it
before I kick your ass.

-Pierrot!
-What?

-It's from the race stewards.
-Read it out!

"Dear Sir,
further to your request..."

-Shit.
-What?

"...we are compelled to continue..."
Fuck.

Despite Maxime having accused
Alexis...

they'll wait for the final meeting
before making a decision.

We won't know the answer
before the race.

Yes, but what can we do?

Come on!

Never mind, it doesn't matter.
Take her in hand!

Maybe I should change her harness.

Yeah, that's it!

No, I can't say it's going well.

No, she's always breaking stride.

Yes... I'm at a loss.

I'll call you back.

Yes... That's not bad.

Not bad. Hold her back!

No, Louise. That's no good.

What's wrong this week?

Last week was better.
What's going on?

Lengthen!
Lengthen her stride!

What on earth is she doing today?

Go on, Louise, loosen her up.

Loosen her up!

Not bad!

-Now listen.
-What?

Shut up.
Just listen up.

You have to rein her in
till you come out of the bend.

-That's what I'm doing!
-Be quiet!

-I've had enough!
-Shut up!

Then and only then
do you unleash her.

My arms are killing me!

I don't care, do it again!

One more time.
It isn't a walk in the park!

Hello.
Yes, it's me.

No, wait...
Is she back in, yes or no?

What's taking them so long?

You look great, girls.

It's about to start.

Number 6, 4th race.

No.6, to win.

Marquise? Have you seen the odds?

71 to 1. Fortune favours the brave.

Ad augusta per angusta.
I stand by my choice: Marquise!

Pierrot!

I've just seen Julien.
He's keyed up.

I've never seen him like that.

Ron is Lacassagne's driver.
Bad news for us.

Alexis has been looking glum
since he was sidelined.

He had it coming.

Ron's good. Goes like a rocket.

Give it a rest, will you!

-Cool it.
-I'm fine.

Sure you are.

Three minutes to go.
The racers are finishing their canter.

No.3 is among the favourites...

There's Louise Barthélemy
with Marquise,

looking good,
but they're drawn on the outside.

The race will start very shortly...

It's going to be fine.

The horses are under
starter's orders.

Get in line!

Almost there...

And they're off!

Come on! Come on!

Now! What are you waiting for?

Be quiet.

Robert's right.

Good!

She's catching up. Watch her go.

Come on!

That's good. Go, go!

Yes! Yes!

Bye-bye, my love!

Come on, Louise, unleash her, now!

Marquise is giving it her all,

coming up on the rails!

Go, Louise!

I don't believe it!

-Yes!
-No!

Marquise! Louise Barthélemy!
Unbelievable!

What rotten luck!

Thank you.

Well done!

That's my girl!
Well done, my lovely!

Fortes fortuna adiuvat.

I told you to trust your old mate!

Well done, gorgeous!

Congratulations!

Well done, Miss.

Bravo, Barthélemy.

Tell my daughter.

Being a parent can be so rewarding!

-And now, to the Prix d'Amérique!
-I'll be there.

Well done.

Congratulations.
Wonderful race.

-Well done.
-Thank you.

You ran beautifully.

The odds were stacked against us.

We had no chance.

We never should have succeeded.

And yet...

We bought back La Ferronnière.

That was our victory.

Yours too, Mum.

You mustn't be afraid.

You can fall, never mind.

What counts is having the strength
to pick yourself up.

You were right.

Right from the start,
you were always there for me,

every step of the way.

As before.

Everything is tickety-boo,
Madame la Marquise...

Everything is tickety-boo...

Very funny, Dad.

Everything is tickety-boo...