All language subtitles for The.Galloping.Major.1951.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Sometimes
in the very heart of London,

the persevering explorer will
stumble upon a quiet backwater;

recalling the days when
the busy capital was but a village.

Lamb's green.
How tranquilly rural it sounds.

The ponies and traps,
and the lambs themselves,

may have been displaced
in the ruthless march of progress,

but the modern inhabitants
are still, to this day,

a closely knit community...

Sharing, week by week,
their simple joys and pleasures.

Bound together in single-minded
sympathy by their sorrows.

And in their fond hopes.

Yes, lamb's green still has its green.

Of course, among modern
comforts and conveniences,

there is no longer merry dancing
round the maypole.

But the village green
still attracts its visitors.

And there is still the same
warm welcome for the passer-by.

And for the villagers themselves,

each day begins with a friendly greeting.

Morning, soldier.

Morning, Harry.

Morning, Joe.

Good morning, sir!

Arthur hill, widower,
owner of lamb's green pet stores?

Yes.

Pffh! Terrible smell in here.

Just my luck, can't stand animals.

In that case, what can I do for you, sir?

It's all written down there.

Permission to enter said premises

and to seize all that in them is,

with the exception of...
Wearing apparel, bedding,

and the tools and instruments
of the judgment debtor.

Will you please tell the person
that sent you that I pay my debts

and there's no need
for this sort of thing?

I'm very glad to hear it, sir.

I don't fancy staying here.

Staying here?!

Don't be absurd, man.

Come back later,
there's a good man.

Oh, my daughter. Come back later.

Please go.

Not without £34, seven and eight.

Daddy, you're not buying more animals.

No, I'm not... not buying
any more animals.

Now run along, darling.

Then what does he want
£34, seven and eightpence for?

I know.

It's what we did owe James & pike.

It's what you do owe 'em.

Daddy, you promised.

Horses again?

Will you take 16 shillings?

No, 15 and threepence on account?

Wait here.

Hm, horses, eh?

Do you mind minding your own business?

All right, all right,
no need for unpleasantness.

I was only thinking that
if we've got to live together,

we might as well have
something in common.

Mind your step, sweetheart!

Always getting in the way!

What's up? Goldfish on fire?

Oh, bill! I thought I was
going to miss you.

Hello, mate,
I thought I was going to hit you.

Bill, have you got
my money on you?

Yeah, what about it?

I want it.

What, now?

Well, what about your bike?

Please, bill.

All right, mate, it's your money.

There we are, 15 and threepence,
wasn't it?

There you are then.

Oi!

Some girls have all the luck!

Daddy, I've got...

Hmm?

Bobbie |||, yes?

No! Irish jig.

No, no, it's not a stayer.

Montana miss, now then,
there's a stayer.

Don't make me laugh. Montana miss?

Daddy, I've got the money.

I wouldn't mind owning it.

She couldn't run a race
in a thousand years.

- Daddy, 15 and threepence.
- —no, run along, darling.

Run along. We're busy.

And I want a receipt too!

Mind out, miss.

Daddy, the money, look!

Hmm?

Sue, how did you get that money?

It's mine.

I was saving it up out of housekeeping.

I was going to buy a bicycle.

Oh... oh, thank you, darling.

You keep it.

One of these days
I'll buy you a spanking bike.

You see if I don't.

But, daddy, what about
the bill from Jones & pike?

Yes... what?

Well, mr temple...

Very kindly, he's going to...

Aren't you?

That's all right, miss.

Don't you worry about that bill.

With your dad's knowledge of horses

and thanks to my last client,

we'll have made enough
money by this evening

to buy up
the whole of Jones & pike.

Daddy, you always
said betting was a mug...

Mug's game.

Yes, I know, darling.

But sometimes, sometimes
you find an absolute certainty.

Montana miss?

- Yeah.
- Huh!

That's right, Montana miss.

She could have won
the derby on three legs.

But the owner knew what he was doing.

He was saving her up
especially for the 2:30 this afternoon.

Montana miss, there's the winner.

Don't let's go over all that again.

She's been beaten twice by Irish jig.

Oh, form isn't everything.

But I know a horse when I see one.

- Now look, you've won us £35 so far.
- Mm-hm.

And this race is my turn.

Get the best price
you can on Irish jig.

Oh, she's beautiful!

There's no such thing
as a certainty in racing.

But I'd settle for her.

Here, £5.

Put it on Irish jig.

Irish jig!

- Ah!
- All right.

And the man said
she could have won the derby,

but they were saving her up
till this afternoon.

How do you save a horse?

Oh, look at you, messy!

What was the name again?

Montana miss.

Here it is. It's in the 2:30.

Ta for the tip, ducks.

I can always use a bit of extra cash.

Star news standard!

- Hello, gorgeous.
- Hello.

Here, I've finished with these.

Oh, ta, very much.

I can curl up with these for hours.

I'm a terrible bookworm.

Here, want to do yourself
a bit of good?

Montana miss, 2:30.

Hot tip straight from the owner.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah, it suits you, that curly bang.

Oh, I don't know.

Suits you, that curly bang.

So what?

She gave me a good tip, didn't she?

Huh! That'll go down.

No, it's all right.

You got me through the queue Monday.

Here, Montana miss, 2:30.

Not on your life.

I'm telling you though, special girl
got it straight from the stable.

Star news standard!

15 Bob on the nose,
Montana miss, 2:30.

Half a quid with Montana miss.

Can I have a Tanner
on Montana miss?

Save it, Sonny, buy yourself a lollipop.

Star news standard!

Blimey, what is this?

Montana miss...

Star news standard!

Standard.

20, Montana miss.

20, Montana miss.

What price is the Irish jig?

Irish jig, £12 to three. 125.

At 16, Montana miss.

- What? 16?
- £2, Dickie wick.

I bet 16, Montana miss!

I bet 16, Montana miss!

Montana miss.

Bernie, do you still
want your paper?

- No.
- —I'ii give you a penny for it.

Ta. Montana miss?

Evening news.

Montana miss?

Oi, oi! Queuing, all prices.

Six, lucky charm.

- £24 to six, Dickie wick.
- Dickie wick.

- Montana...
- £24 to six, Dickie wick.

- Roll up, roll up!
- £20 to five, Irish jig.

£20 to five, Irish jig, 122.

- It's ten, Montana miss.
- Ten?

- Yeah.
- I bet ten, Montana miss!

I bet ten, Montana miss!

- Roll up!
- —no, I won't. I'm sorry.

£50 to five, Montana miss.

Make your mind up, guvnor.

Scrub that out and put a £50 to five,
Montana miss, 122. Thank you, sir.

I bet four! I bet four, Dickie wick!

Two Bob each way.

Ooh, er! Sorry, all sold out.

Late start.
I'll be here at half past four.

Come on, Irish jig!
Irish jig, come on!

Come on, Irish jig!
Come on, my boy! Come on!

Irish jig, come on!
Come on, Irish jig!

Go on, my boy! Come on!

Montana miss!

Montana miss!

Montana miss! Montana miss!

Oh, come on, Irish jig!

Montana miss. I'm sorry.

I'm not. I bagged him £50 to five!

25, 30, one, two,
three, four and five.

And that settles my account
with Jones & pike.

Home sweet home for me.

But you're mad.
We can't stop now when our luck's in.

I've told you before, I'm not
all that interested in betting.

I love horses.

If only I could have a horse
of my own and train it.

Ah, what's the use
of talking rubbish?

You'll never own a horse.

Ah, well, if you're leaving,
I'm going to stay.

I haven't got a home sweet home
to go to now anyway, thanks to you.

What do you mean?

What do you think
I'm doing this job for?

I haven't got another job
coming up till Thursday.

That's all right.

Come and stay with us for a few days.

Do you mean it?

Yes, of course I do. Go on.

Carry on.

I'll wait for you.

- Ah...
- Hmm.

All right, sir, good afternoon.

- Try this.
- Oh, thanks.

What a beautiful animal.

She ought to pay for her keep.

Montana miss?

Yes, that's what I keep telling him.

- But he's bent on selling her.
- What do you think she'll fetch?

Oh, he wouldn't take less than 300.

That shouldn't be difficult.

300?

You can't go wrong at that price.

Perhaps I'll get the bank
to lend me £300.

Only if they've gone balmy too.

Well, I could sell my stock.

That would buy you half a saddle.

There must be some way out.

Oh, daddy, have you bust it?

- Whose is it?
- It's mine.

Don't talk nonsense.

It's mine.

What are you talking about?
How did you get the money?

Well, it isn't exactly only mine.

You see, we all gave
seven and sixpence each.

And there's 30 of us.

And each girl has it
one day of the month.

And when there's 31 days
in the month, then I have it two days,

because it was my
idea to form a syndi...

Syndi... syndi-something.

She's got it!

Wonderful, sue!

Ho-ho! Wonderful, wonderful!
Isn't she clever?

Well, don't you see? A syndicate.
That's how we'll buy Montana miss.

What, with 30 people
paying seven and six?

No! Two or three hundred,
putting a pound in each.

And where will you find
300 people fool enough?

Give us a chance!

Everyone'll get paid.

I think you'll find them.

'Ere, what is it? Take that back.

Give us that ticket.

But look.

79, 80.

81, 82, 83,

84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90.

93!

Cor, that's not bad for a start, eh?

No, not at all. But I don't see
how we're going to raise

at least £300 by Wednesday.

My birthday!

Yes, darling, I know.
And the next day there's a race meeting.

Montana miss may come up for auction.

300 quid by Wednesday?
Why it's easy!

We'll have to get cracking.

Anybody got any ideas?

I know.

Buckingham Palace!

George!

Hey, George! Coming!

Ooh, I've got so much to tell you!
We've had a lovely idea!

We've all got together and we've
bought this horse. You see...

A pound each! It's a lovely idea.
We can all make a lot of money!

Tickets, please.

Three more.

Can't stop or my blue rinse
will have a blue fit.

Hi. Manners!

Ah, it is good of you.

All the tickets gone?

Well, a tiny few to go yet.

Well, here's another seven.

Bill's out now,
trying to Polish off the rest.

And if he can't?

Be careful.
Mind my new dress. Come on.

Shh!

Oh, isn't it lovely?

Look, she made it herself.

We mustn't spoil her day. You two go on.

I'll come in later.

Five, six, seven,
eight, nine, 10, 11, 12.

Mr rimmel said to give you these.

Oh, thank you.

Anything else?

Well?

Is that right, it's Susan's birthday?

That's right.

Would you like a piece of birthday cake?

Yeah!

All right, go on.

Come on, everybody.

If you don't eat them before they melt,
you'll have to drink them.

But bill isn't here yet.

Well, if he can't be here on time,
that's his look out.

Sue, here's another guest.

- Oh, hello, Albert.
- Hello.

Hello, you decrepit old lady.

Now then, ready, steady...

Blow!

Go on!

Go on! Go on! You can!

Well done!

I'll do it.

Now then, here...

Here's the first instalment
for your own bike.

The bike will come later.

Oh, thank you, daddy.

- Oh, you lucky thing!
- That's nice.

Would you like this?

Look! Isn't it smashing?

Bill!

Sorry I'm late, mate.

Here you are.
Happy birthday and many of 'em.

My own horse ticket!

Look.

Look, everybody.

Look what bill's given me.

Look, my own horse ticket.

Well, I've double checked it.

I can't make anymore.

These are the final figures.

Depot, 27.

Barbers, 11.

Radio mart, 15.

Milk bar, 38.

Well done, Maggie.

Temple, two.

Haven't you got more friends than that?

In my profession, I don't like friends,

only acquaintances.

- That makes it 228 in all.
- 228...

We're still a long way
from 300, aren't we?

I told you it was mad.

Better give them all
their money back.

What, after all this?

We've scraped the bottom
of the barrel in lamb's green.

We can't give in now.

We've won bigger battles than this.

It's no use hollering, "up, guards!
And at 'em and on with the light brigade."

You can't get what isn't there!

The light brigade.

I wonder if the chaps at the club...

Oh, they'd never remember me.

I don't know. It's... it's worth trying.

They were always a lively lot.

Great Scott!

Arthur hill.

Nosey Parker!

Horsey hill.

Great Scott, where have you been
all these years, eh?

What have you been doing
with yourself, hill?

Oh, messing about with animals,
you know, sir.

Big game hunting, eh, my dear fellow?

Lion? Elephant?

No, white mice... goldfish.

I... I sell them. Sort of, sort of shop.

Great Scott!

I think this calls for a drink!

Never heard such nonsense.

Leaving you on your birthday
to go on a wild goose chase.

It's not a wild goose chase.

My daddy can make anybody do anything.

Huh!

So I thought, what we people
in lamb's green lack

was a little excitement.

So I said, what about having
a bit of a fling this summer?

After all, the spirit
of adventure isn't dead.

But what's a better adventure?

What's greater fun
than to own a race horse?

Jolly good idea!

- Top-ho!
- I'll take two. One for my boy too!

Rubbish, rubbish!

Stuff and nonsense!

Now what's all this nonsense about?
Another raffle, is it?

I don't know what this
confounded club's coming to.

What are we going to have next,
coconut shys? Hm? Hm?

Are you a new member, sir?

No, sir Robert,
but I haven't been here for a long time.

Ooh, wait a moment.
I remember you.

I never forget a face.

Arthur Dale.

Hill, sir.

That's right!

Dale, sandhurst, '14, wasn't it?

You did very well.
Are you doing well now?

Well, not too badly, sir.

Good. Now, look here, Dale,

stop selling these things in the club.

Or I'll have to report
you to the committee.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Pity, good chap.

Won the grand military,
'23 I think, his father's horse.

What's he doing now?

Keeps a pet shop, I believe,
in lamb's green.

Well, that doesn't surprise me.

Funny family, they keep anything.

Do you know what his father did?

Kept a French woman in dieppe.

Yes, I remember. It was dieppe.

Oh, I'm so happy.

Hello, sue.

Did you have a lovely
time at the club, daddy?

Yes, thank you.

Were they all pleased to see you?

Yes, I... I suppose so.

Don't you feel proud
selling all the tickets?

The trouble is, I haven't.

But the man told me you had.

What are you talking about?

What man?

The old gentleman.

What, what old gentleman?

Not as old as all that.

Sir!

Took a taxi, beat you to it.

Terribly sorry I was rude
to you at the club.

You know, gout and all that sort of thing
plays the devil with one's temper.

Well, don't stand gawking there.

To whom shall I write out the cheque?

The cheque, sir?

What cheque, sir?

To make up the £300.

I'll pay the difference.

Don't see why you want to drag
those chaps at the club in.

Keep it to ourselves. Mm-hm?

Well, I can't thank you enough, sir.

But that means 72 tickets.

Don't worry about that, Dale.

I'm not a rich man
but I might as well enjoy all I've got.

No one to leave it to,
excepting my daughter.

She does Morris dancing.

Can't stand it.

All right then, major hill's unanimously
elected the president of our syndicate.

Thank you very much indeed.

Now, I'm going to nominate mr temple

as our honorary treasurer.

I think you shall agree
that his profession

makes him eminently suitable.

I feel very honoured to be honoured
by this honour in this way.

Hey, wait a minute.
You haven't been voted for yet!

- For him!
- All right, you're in.

- I feel very honoured...
- All right.

And one final bit of good news.

Tomorrow,
Montana miss runs in a selling plate.

I feel very honoured...

Montana miss! Montana miss!

Montana miss! Come on, Montana!

Come on, Montana!

He's done it! He won!

Do you realise what this means?

- I won 20 Bob.
- Oh!

It means Montana miss
is coming up for sale now.

That's why it's called a "selling plate".

Now, here we have Montana miss,

winner of last season's mulberry stakes.

A really beautiful filly.

Now, who will start me off
at 100 guineas?

Thank you, sir, 100 guineas.

That's him there, look!

- Major hill?
- Yes.

- Nelson, of the mail, sir.
- Hold it!

260, I'm bid, 260.

270.

400.400, I'm bid. 400, 400.

Any advance on 400 guineas?

For the last time, 400 guineas.

400 guineas once, 400 guineas twice.

Sold for 400 guineas.

Now I have to offer
this six-year-old gelding.

- Know anything about him?
- Yeah, he's slow, gone off completely.

One of Charlie mott's lot.

Oh, come on.

What's wrong, man?

She'll tell you what's happened.

Well, you see, it all started when
daddy tripped over my bicycle.

230!

230!

Any advance on 230?

240.240.

Thank heavens,
we're just in time! 250!

250, thank you, sir.

250 guineas.

Ha-ha! That gives us £50 to play with!

Excuse me, sir. Yes.

250 twice!

Sold for 250 guineas!

It's the wrong horse. What's happened?

Your name, sir?

- Horse.
- Really?

Uh, hill.

- Major hill.
- Put down major hill.

Have you got him?

Got the wrong one.

Which one have you got?

Father's folly.

By bachelor knight out of maiden's ruin.

Sounds a proper string
of accidents to me.

Fiddlesticks!

Is that it?

Yes.

Bit common looking.

What's he say?

Says it's a bit common looking.

Anyone can see that.

Hark at who's talking.

There you are.

He isn't a bad 'UN really,
just a bit highly strung.

He won't concentrate.

Rubbish! With proper handling,
any horse can be made to concentrate.

Well, to... to be frank,

some of the owners would prefer
to sell and cut their losses.

But if... if you think it stands
a chance, they might...

Every week he's being trained, he's
costing the fund more and more money.

Hear, hear!

Why don't some of you
stop nagging and grumbling?

Well, if he's made a muck of it,
why don't somebody else have a go?

Who? You?

No. Ernie smart.
He's got an horse, hasn't he?

What, him? He don't know
his horse from his elbow.

Why don't they get rid of this horse?

Now, look here!
I'm quite willing to resign

if that's the wish of the syndicate.

In the meantime,
I must carry on as best I can.

Hear, hear!

Hear, hear!

Stop that horse!

Oh, daddy, daddy!

Whoa! Now you see what I mean
about highly strung.

Well, highly strung or not,

we've got to make up our minds
once and for all.

Either we sell him
or try him on the 15th.

Well, he'll be as ready
on the 15th as he'll ever be.

And with a Charlie smirke in the saddle,

he might even get
into the first half dozen.

Well, as fund treasurer, I still think
that it's just wasting money.

All right. All right?

- Yes, yes.
- Mm!

- Yes!
- All right!

Good! Well, here's to the 15th.

There it is, Alexander park
runners and riders.

- Now where's ours?
- Crikey!

Here it is, father's folly.

Oh, blimey!
Montana miss is in the same race.

Oh, that's where my dollar's going.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

I reckon anybody who backs
Montana miss is a fifth columnist.

Hear, hear!

Oh! I've got some in my eyes!

I hate it, I tell you! I hate it!

I don't care if you do hate it.

Your dad said I was to get you decent.

You know what they say?

You've got to suffer to be beautiful.

I don't want to be beautiful.

I wish I could be ugly,
and be a man and drive a bus.

I'll tell bill that.

He'll love the ugly part.

You beast! Don't you dare!

You, uh, putting any money
on our gee-gee tomorrow?

Everybody's gone daft about that horse.

Gnashing about it day and night.

You're going though, aren't you?

Oh, I'm going all right.

Just because bill's going.

And that's quite enough from you,
sore spot.

Bill and me's mates on the bus
and that's all there is to it.

You put any money on him, Sam?

What, without knowing who's riding him,
24 hours before the race?

What's that to you?

He'll have a good jockey, won't he, sir?

Well, we're... we're trying our best.

Lucky to find any jockey to ride
a horse with a name like that.

What's the name got
to do with it, you clot?

Oh, here, steady on!

Look, I won't be called
a clot in me own shop.

Here, I've got ladies back here.

And the shop's only half yours.

They're off again.

What's it about this time?

Oh, they're worrying
cos they haven't got a jockey yet.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Daddy.

Here, miss, you're not
supposed to be in here.

What about Charlie smirke?

What about dick turpin?

But, daddy, mr Peters said
that if Charlie smirke was...

He was only just joking.

- No, jockeys like Charlie smirke...
- But, daddy, have you tried him?

- —Well, I haven't got the nerve.
- Well, I have.

- What?
- I wrote to him yesterday.

Send her a telegram, will you?

Just saying, "I know
all about your syndicate."

Stop.

"Will consider it a privilege
to represent lamb's green."

And you'd better add,
"with all my love from Charlie."

Big race special, runners and riders!

Charlie smirke to ride
lamb's green horse racing sensation.

- Star! Big race! Star!
- Big race special!

- Charlie smirke to ride...
- —runners and riders right here!

Charlie smirke to ride
lamb's green horse.

- Get your paper! Star!
- Big race special!

- Charlie smirk to ride...
- Big race special!

Here we are!

Wasn't it nice of them
to let us have the old bus?

They made 'em to last in those days!

Without a sunshine roof,
they'd have marked it "export only".

All right, all right!
Don't rush me.

I suppose it's the first time
you've heard about it?

Yes, yes.

Oh!

There he is! Mr smirke!

Hello, darling, how are you?

I don't get this from
all the other owners.

I... I hope it brings you luck.

I hope it does.

Please, not just before the race, Susan.

Don't get him any more excited.

He's bad enough as it is.

Charlie, here's money for Peter simple.

£20 to one, father's folly.

Father's folly,
£20 to one, ticket number 49.

- —Father's folly, sir?
- Five bet, Montana miss.

All right. Um... here.

Ten Bob, father's folly.

Members and owners only!

Hm? Hm?

Members and owners onlyll

well, what do you think we are, horses?

Look, number 11. Look!

Well, I knew Charlie smirke
before you were born, my dear.

Come on, you two. What's the matter?
We... we shall miss the race.

Frightfully sorry.

Twenty father's folly, I'll lay.

Twenty on father's folly.

Four, Montana miss...

Twenty, father's folly.

I'll bet 20 on father's folly.

Look, there!

[Announced
they're under starter's orders.

Let me!

There, 11.

They're going into the loop now.

I can see him quite clearly.

What a lovely coat
and his eyelashes!

What are you talking about?

Stewart Granger.

And the girl just next to him looks...

- Oh!
- Oh, she looks just like...

Charlie smirke is having trouble.

Look out!

He's bolted.

Come on, Montana miss!

Come on, boy! Come on, Montana!

First, number four.

Second, number nine.

Third, number 12.

Won by six lengths.

Sorry about that, major.

We should be sorry,
giving you a mount like that!

Ah, he's not too bad.

But why didn't you tell him
it wasn't the grand national?

What?

Didn't you see him jump
that barrier down there?

He might not be too hot on the flat,

but I tell you, he can jump all right.

Jumper?

The grand national.

Ah! Some people will never learn.

Order, please! Order!

That horse, wonder they
don't take it to parliament.

You'd think they was in parliament,
the row they're making.

Order, please! Order!

I repeat! I repeat!

I repeat, if it's the wish of the meeting,

I'm quite willing to resign.

But I think you ought to hear
what Charlie smirke said.

He told me, and he ought to know,

that father's folly is a born jumper.

Mr chairman, I protest!

What, again?!

I reckon as how there are people here
that don't like the truth.

That's because the truth hurts.

Why don't you stick to the point?

I'm coming to that.

I propose we move a vote
of no confidence against major hill.

Hear, hear!

I reckon the major's misused our money.

What do you mean,
he's misused our money?

I'm the treasurer, aren't I?

On a point of order, you can
only move a vote of confidence.

Who says?

I haven't got any confidence.

That's why I'm going to move
a vote of no confidence.

If a vote of confidence gets defeated,

it comes to the same thing, doesn't it?

Twerp!

On a point of order, mr chairman,

I object to brother Leon
calling brother Fisher a twerp.

Hear, hear.

Oi, oi, what's all this brother stuff?

Do we look like brothers?

This isn't a union meeting.

Well, it was beginning
to sound like one.

All right!

I change that to brother twerp.

Order, order, order, order!
Please, order!

Now, will anyone propose a proper
vote of confidence in major hill?

I will, mr chairman.

Known the boy 35 years.

Promising youngster at sandhurst,

good soldier, fine horseman.

Level-headed and as straight as a die.

Anything wrong with that?
Hm? Hm?

I second that.

I third that.

Can we have a show of hands?

There you are.

Major hill, the meeting says carry on.

Thank you very much.

And I give you my word,

we'll do everything to make our horse
a jumper that all sportsmen will remember.

Even if he is called father's folly.

Did you hear that?
We don't like the name either, major.

- No!
- Well, what about it?

- —Shall we change its name?
- Yeah!

What do we like?

Why not call it Evelyn?

Why not call it Evelyn?

Why not call it Evelyn?

But, madam, it's a he.

So was my late husband

and he was called Evelyn.

I... I... I've got a suggestion to make.

The galloping major.

J“ bumpety, bumpety, bump
riding about on me charger! J“

J“ bumpety, bumpety,
bumpety, bumpety, bump j“

j'as proud as an Indian rajah! J“

j“ all the girls declare
that he's a gay old stager! J'

j' hey, hey! Clear the way!
Here comes the galloping major! J“

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
before we get too carried away,

there is one thing we must not overlook.

This new training is going to cost money.

Then there's the entrance fees.

And if we really want
to make the grand national,

it will cost £100 alone to enter him.

There, don't say I didn't warn you.

Oh, why don't you shut up?

Is there anyone here who backed

Montana miss this afternoon?

Well, I did.

And as we need to open
a training fund, here goes.

For the galloping major.

Good idea!

Oh, you!

Well, I said I might back it, didn't I?

I'll take my stake back anyway.

Now, come on, everybody, own up!

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

In my profession, you learn a thing
or two about human nature.

£106, eight and fourpence.

That's not enough to pay for the training
and the grand national.

There's only one thing for it.

We shall have to train
that horse ourselves.

Training a race horse in London

is difficult without official blessing.

Park keepers like to keep
things off the grass.

What about rule 19?

- Now, it says...
- —that's all right.

We've thought of everything.

The major was forced to be
almost continuously in the saddle

as the training schedule expanded.

Timetables went overboard
to cope with additional request stops.

And the green belt had
to be pulled in several notches

while the syndicate combined the duties
of landscape gardeners and scene shifters.

Everything was sacrificed
to the galloping major.

And when father went out with the pram,

mother was left holding the baby.

There he goes.

- Jumped it clean today, didn't he?
- Oh, hisjumping's all right.

But they've nowhere near enough
space to work on his speed.

Not enough space.
What about Hyde park?

But as the strenuous training
began to make its Mark,

lamb's green racing stable
met powerful opposition.

There was that day in November

when official indignation nearly
put an end to their efforts.

Then came the prolonged cold spell
when training came to a dead stop.

Snowbound days kept them indoors

and they began to wish that instead
of a horse, they had a reindeer.

How they longed to start
filling in his racing calendar.

And how everyone in lamb's green
trembled and prayed

when the galloping major
caught pneumonia.

But it was not all worry and anxiety

that the chaser
brought to lamb's green

throughout that long winter.

There were also rewards.

And so at last came spring.

And the hopes
of lamb's green began to rise

to unprecedented heights.

Encouraged by their steeplechaser's

fine performance
in one or two minor races,

they made the big decision.

The galloping major was
entered for the grand national.

Two shillings, these.

Well done. Thanks a lot.
Good afternoon, madam.

Two aintree glories.

Oi, Maggie! Another aintree glory!

I suppose you're afraid it you try
something else one day you might enjoy it.

Why don't you leave me alone?

Because you sour
the earth with your misery.

What about that horse, eh?

If we'd have listened to you,
we'd have sold him months ago.

Now half the country's
got its money on it.

What have you got to say to that, eh?

More baked beans, miss. Hot.

You going to aintree?

Of course, I think it does you good,
a weekend away from home.

You want Brighton for that,
not aintree.

See that?

They're sending a special horse box
for the galloping major

to drive him to liverpool in the morning.

Give over.

They're only a penny outside.

Sue, bed.

Do you know what time it is?

Oh, please, no, daddy.
I've just finished this.

Can't I take it
to the galloping major now?

No, no, no, certainly not.

You can do it in the morning
before they come and fetch him.

Oh, please, daddy, please, please.
I wouldn't go to sleep, honestly.

- Fourteen and eightpence!
- And I haven't got to have a bath.

- That leaves £20 and sixpence!
- Oh, please, daddy.

Now, now, no more nonsense.

Bed, ah!

Right.

She'd stay up half the night if she could.

So I've noticed.

Goodnight, all.

Come on, daddy, please hurry up!

Come on. You'll be late for it. Come on!

Please, hurry!

Please, daddy, come along here, quick!

Come on!

I've worked it out. It's just 32 hours
and 17 minutes before the national.

Come on.

Ah, well, this is the day.

He's gone!

He's gone! He's gone!
I don't know where he is!

I swear I fastened the door last night.

I swear I did. And when
I came down this morning,

- I found it open.
- It's my fault, daddy!

It's all my fault!

I went to take the rug.

Sue, pull yourself together.

What happened?

I only wanted him to have the rug.

I didn't mean to.

I really didn't mean to.

I knew this would happen.

What a way to run a racing stable.

Never mind about that now.

Bill, you tell the depot.
I'll ring the police.

The thing is to find that horse.

The thing is to stop
wasting any more money.

Scratch the horse now.

Hey, what's that horse doing there?

He was wanted ten minutes ago.

All right, if everybody's ready.
Come on, boys.

- Light the eye.
- Red light.

Bells!

Stand by, everybody.

Now come on, boys. Let's go.

Faster!

You ready, gentlemen?

Turn those up!

Camera's running.

He's up.

309, take four!

Action!

What tidings,
lieutenant, of the arm-aa-da?

Cut it.

Oh, Jack, I'm sorry.

Who made a word like "arm-aa-da"?

Oh, Jack, I'm sorry.

I know it's armada, armada, armada!

It's...

What's that?

This is no good.

I asked for a grey.

It's nothing to do with me.

I just brought it along.

Why can't I have a grey?

I told gobbs.

That's all right.

I can manage.

Get it sprayed.

Get it sprayed.

Good boy. Hold still, boy.

Hold still, boy.

Come on, boy.

Then you take the shortcut
after bigham Abbey

and we'll see you in the morning.

Ok, guv.

Lamb's green horse still at large.

Papefl

Star news standard!
Lamb's green horse still at large.

No sign of him anywhere.

Now who's right?

You'd have listened to me,
we'd have sold that horse.

If your parents had had any sense,

you wouldn't be here to be listened to.

Any news from your friend
down the police station?

Doing what he can.

But they say they've got more important
things to worry about than lost horses.

It's all those crimes of passion.

Never mind about passion,
I'll have some bread and dripping.

- Here is a special police message...
- Shh!

About the missing racehorse
from lamb's green.

It's about us.

The animal is still believed
to be astray in the London area

and the police ask anyone
who might see the missing horse

to approach it gently.

Do not shout,

offer it sugar

and make a sound of this description.

Hoopalong, hoopalong.

Hoopalong,

on the Eve of the race, hope of its
being found in time is rapidly fading,

to the dismay of thousands
of punters everywhere.

The only optimists are
the people of lamb's green,

who go on hoping for
a last-minute miracle to happen.

While the search...

- Optimists, cor!
- Lunatics if you ask me.

Making fools of ourselves and leading
a lot of punters up the garden.

If I had my way, I'd tell the BBC now...

Well, you're not going to have your way!

I'm sorry, Harold, but...

I'm afraid you've got a point there.

Comes a time when you can't go on hoping.

- Come on! That's it over there!
- That's it over there!

They're after our blood,
that's what it is. They're after our blood!

It's not safe to go out.

We nearly caught 'em on that motorbike.

Didn't see their numbers, worse luck.

Who were they?

Sore about their bets, I suppose.

I don't blame 'em.

We'd better get it over.

I'll issue a statement,
the horse won't run.

We'd better lie low from now on.

What about these?

Can't we sell 'em?

I'll have mine now, if you don't mind.

I'm going to catch
the first train in the morning.

But you're mad! They'll murder you.

If there's going to be any trouble,
I'd rather be there.

What do you intend to do?

Be evacuated?

I'm not a coward.

I'll come.

I hear the outing's off.

You're telling me.

Wish they'd told me last night.

Bye-bye, darling.

Bill, I rang up the BBC.
They wouldn't take it over the phone.

- Will you take this there in person?
- Yeah, that's ok.

- I don't go on till eight o'clock.
- Right.

Can I come to the BBC with you, bill?

Her dad said she
was to go to school as per usual.

Oh, bill.

Oh, now, look, I'm sorry, mate.

It looks as though nobody's going
to have a holiday in lamb's green.

You'd better get to school.

This was going to be such a lovely day.

Yes, ducks, I know,
but brooding about it won't help.

Record crowds have poured into liverpool

and the weather experts promise
a glorious grand national.

Look!

It's him! I'd know him anywhere.

Oh, if only bill was here.

We must stop him
before he gets to the BBC.

But it doesn't say where
they're making the film.

I know, rosedale,

where they have
the silver screen smile contest.

You run after bill, ducks,
and we'll go and phone the studio.

No, no, it's on location today.

There isn't a phone for miles.

You'll have to wait, madam, until they get
in touch with us this evening.

I see. Thank you very much.

It's him all right.

And they've taken him away to Chester.
They're filming there.

Oh, blast it.

Chester?

That's near liverpool, isn't it?

So it is.

I never thought of that.

Well, what are we waiting for?

What about delivering the major's note?

Well, he won't mind if we deliver
the horse instead, will he?

Oh, I love you!

I'll see you at the depot.

Oh!

What's the matter with you?

I think he said that I love you.

Come on!

Oh, dick'll do my shift for me.

Well, if you go, they'll all want to go.

All right!

There you are, guv. There's a list
of volunteers to keep the service going

if you let the others go.

- Ok.
- Joe, you're lovely!

All present and correct, sir!

Great day, this, sergeant.

Just like mafeking!

- What about my fare?!
- There you are!

No reply, can't understand it.

Nothing on the wireless,
nothing in the midday papers.

Maybe they got bill
on his way to the BBC.

Bill's like the rock of Gibraltar.

If he says he'll do a thing he does.

And no reply from the milk bar.

There must be something in it.

There's still time to declare that horse.

Aren't you quoting a price
for the galloping major?

Eh?

I said, aren't you quoting
a price for the galloping major?

They had the sense to lose him.

Yes, but are you sure he's not running?

Nothing's been said
about his being scratched.

Look, I'll lay you 1,000 to one
on galloping major, do you want it?

How impertinent!

Come on. We don't want any trouble.

Six to the pound.

Are you laying the 1,000 to one
against the galloping major?

- Got money to throw away, have you?
- Yes, I have!

I'll have 5,000 to five.

5,000 to five,
galloping major, 334.

I'll take two.

Thanks, John.

Are queens wild?

He got out of the stable.

Yeah, but are you
or are you not the owners?

I told you, there are 300 owners.

But the horse is entered
in the name of major hill

and he's at aintree.

I can only hand the horse over to him.

Oh, blimey.
Well, you better come with us then!

Yeah, but the owner's got
to charge them, hasn't he?

Oh, holy smoke.
Well, bring him along as well!

Come on.

And what an occasion this is.

Of course, there's no place like aintree,

and no race like the national.

And with all the runners I've mentioned,

this is sure to be one of the most
exciting races of recent years.

Of course, bear in mind,
there may yet be another runner,

because there is a rumour
going about the racecourse

that the galloping major has been found.

And if he can get here in time,
he'll be amongst the starters.

Members of the lamb's green syndicate

have already been seen in the car park.

Hey! Two teas, fivepence!

- £18 to three down on Edwards.
- All right, Joe.

What about the galloping major?

I'll be generous, 200 to one.

All right, I'll have
two quid to win, please.

No, make it 30. Make that three tens.

700 to three and a half,
galloping major, 542.

Haven't got any inside information,
have you?

What do you think we give you
all that dough for, charity?

And now I just had some more
information about the galloping major.

He's on his way to the course
and every assistance to his progress

is being give by the county authorities.

Bill.

You know what you said to me?

What?

You know.

What about it?

Did you mean it?

Of course I meant it.

Wouldn't have said it
if I didn't mean it, would I?

Oh, bill!

Yeah, well, we can't worry
about that now, can we?

I hear some fairly terrific
news about the galloping major.

Everything's all right.

The horse box he's travelling in has been
spotted going through birkenhead

and he's, at the moment,
actually in the mersey tunnel.

Well, it can't take us long now.

Aye, if he knows
his way about liverpool.

Oh!

Oh!

I haven't come here
to be made a fool of.

'Ere, take this.

Well, that has put the lid on it.

I've never known a day like it.

Here is an announcement.

In view of the unusual circumstances,

though the galloping major
has not yet arrived on the course,

he has been accepted as a runner.

Jack!

You can't do this.

You know what it means to us.

You go in the paddock then.

Let 'em take the Mickey out of you.

I wish I could.

Eh, a great day this, Dale, great day.

Jack's walked out on us.

We can't run the major.

Can't run him after all this?

Rubbish!

Here, ride him yourself.

20 years ago, I wouldn't
have thought twice about it.

But not now.

I... I can't.

But you're in command.

You've got to be last to the post.

I mean, first to the post.
Come on! Hm, hm?

And here's the big news that
you've all been waiting for.

I've just received definite confirmation

that the galloping major is less
than half a mile away from the course,

and will certainly reach here on time.

Three minutes to go, gentlemen.

Oh, no, sir, no, no,
no, no, no, it's hopeless.

Nonsense! It fits you like a glove.

Daddy!

Daddy!

I hope we got here in time.

Darling, you've won
all your medals back now.

- We've only got a couple of minutes.
- Come on.

28 pounds ovenneight.

28 pounds?

This is madness.
We can't go through with this.

We've got to run
the horse now, major.

But it doesn't matter
if you don't win the race.

Rubbish! Of course he'll win.

Mr temple will faint if he sees you, dad.

He won't see him.

- Oh, look at him!
- He'll be all right.

- Are you all right?
- Hurry up!

Well, here ataintree,
the tension is increasing

as the big moment approaches.

You can feel it spreading
through the crowds

packing the stands and enclosures

as the horses turn out
to the parade one by one

and canter down to the start
for the calling of the roll.

That doesn't take long,
nor does the lining up.

For there's no draw

and the riders can pick
their own places in the line.

Let me have a look, please.

[Announced
in fact, the white flag is now up

and they'll be off at any moment
on this tremendous test

of man and horse.

I can see the galloping major well placed
on the inside, looking quite cool.

And so is his rider, major hill.

Look, there he is!

Now they're coming up into line.

It looks as though the starters
will get them off first time.

They're right up to the tapes.
Yes, they're offi

Yay!

Daddy! Come on!

With corn cob
and some fun just behind.

The galloping major got well away,
but he's not being pressed.

Over the first they go,
with troubadour and gay dawn in the lead.

Already down are Roberta Rose,
overtime, Fitzgerald and aragon.

And the galloping major's over.

And coming to the second now,
it's troubadour leading 'em a good gallop,

with mean lad,
Beau gest and scratcher well there.

Of course, the field
is spreading out quite a bit now.

Galloping major's
dropped back a bit.

It's neck or nothing in this race,

with the ground a bit treacherous
and the pace making it worse.

Coming down to the next, it's still
scratcher and gay dawn in front,

with mean lad and troubadour.

Into it and over.

No, down goes Jackie boy,

- as the field sweeps by.
- Can I see?

Just a minute.

On now to the next fence.
Gay dawn takes it well.

So does mariner.

But it's muscleman's turn to go.

Where's the galloping major?

What about the galloping major?

I can't see him, mate.
He must be there somewhere.

Still they charge on.

Irish Sheila's there
but down goes what for.

The field's thinning out fast.

Now there must be about 30 lengths
between the first and last horses.

Still going all right
is the galloping major,

although he's got a lot
of ground to make up.

Constable, constable,
I've got a train to catch!

- Oh, let them wait.
- Don't mess about.

Now it's troubadour in the lead again...

With gay dawn second,
as they're really eating up the ground.

Jackson's riding the race
of his life on this horse,

going better than ever
we've seen him before.

In line, right up with the leaders,

are Beau gest, corn cob, scratcher,

and then three lengths
behind is Irish Sheila.

I can't see any signs
of the galloping major now.

So that about puts paid
to the hopes of lamb's green.

Oh!

But the pace is
breaking up the field fast.

Gay dawn and troubadour are well over.

But now it's goodbye to believe me.

And the falls are
coming thick and fast.

In fact, there seem to be more loose
horses at this stage of the race

than for many years.

And now corn cob's refused.

And as they're coming up
to the next, it's Beau gest.

And down goes showcase!

Well, the field's cut right up now
and there are only a few left standing.

But they're keeping up this cracking pace.

And there goes mean lad
to narrow it still further.

Now they're heading at last for home

but they've got some way to go yet.

Still troubadour leading
as some fun drops out.

And that leaves only
a handful of horses in the struggle.

Now gay dawn's challenging
as they come up to the next.

Troubadour's over well.

So is Beau gest.

But mariner's out of it.

This is sensational!

Only four left in the race,

troubadour, gay dawn,
Beau gest and stretcher.

Oh, and there goes Beau gest.

Only three left in it now.

And there goes scratcher!

I've never seen anything like it.

Only two horses left.

And it's troubadour and gay dawn
only coming to the last but one. Oh!

Gay dawn unseats herjockey.

This is amazing,
only one horse left on its feet!

Troubadour's coming down
to the last fence.

And Jackson, his jockey, is off.

This is utterly fantastic!

All the horses
in the national have fallen.

There's never been anything
like it in the history of the race.

It's a clean sweep for the books.

Come on, mate. It's all over.

Look!

What's this?

I believe there is still
a horse on the course.

Everybody's rushing back
to the stands to have a look.

Daddy!

Come along, old boy.
Don't let them down.

By jove, it is! It's major hill...

On the lamb's green horse.

Yes, it's clearly the galloping major.

And he looks...

Hooray!

It looks as though
there'll be a winner after all!

Keep him going at top speed, major!

Oh, I'm afraid... though,
he's obviously almost exhausted.

What a tragedy, when there's
such a rich prize within his grasp.

The galloping major's actually stopped.

Hoopalong, hoopalong.

Come on! Get him up!

Go on! Come on, boy!

Yes, he's moving again!

Will he do it? Only one more fence.

No, he's stopped once more.

What can I do?

No, it's all right.
He's moving again.

And it looks as if he's
keeping it up this time.

Only one more fence.

No one else in sight,
not even a remounted animal.

Now he's heading for the jump.

The major's putting him into it.

No, he's refused!

This is really the most
incredible race I've ever seen.

Now the major's turning him round.

The strain on everyone is terrific.

Not only the syndicate
but everybody here

wants to see at least
one gallant animal

complete this famous course.

Come on, major, get him up!

Come along, major.
Come along, not far.

- Oh!
- Go on, kick it!

What can I do?

Yes, he's moving again!

And he's over!

By jove, he's over!

Whoopee!

Everybody else
is shouting and cheering.

Only half the run in, or shall
I say the crawl in, left to do.

Will he make it?

He's standing still!

Oh, please, gee up.

No, he's moving!

We've got a winner after all!

The galloping major has won.

But I don't know who's
the more exhausted, him or me.

Hey! Kiss me!

J“ bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump
riding along on a chargerj'

j“ bumpety, bumpety, bumpety, bump
as proud as an Indian rajah j“

j“ all the girls declare
that he's a gay old stager j”

j' hey, hey, clear the way
here comes the galloping major! J“