-(horses whinnying) -(people laughing)
-Oh, Sarah. -Sarah makes great pancakes.
-Oh no. -But they're toxic.
-We won't survive. -That's right, you won't.
Make sure Hollis has that power of attorney order.
The estate's vulnerable.
I will.
I'll stay on it.
Mom, give granddaddy a hug for us when he wakes up.
[Penny] I will.
-I love you. -Love you!
-Bye, mom! -Be good.
[Child] We will.
(dramatic orchestral music)
-(horse whinnies) -Ms. Hamm, thank you.
[Elizabeth] Two sugars and cream.
How did you know?
It's how your daddy likes it.
You doin' all right, honey?
Yes.
No.
But I'll be alright.
(horse snorts)
These two are both pregnant by Bold Ruler.
And great colts come from great sires.
(horse whinnies)
Ms. Hamm.
My mother thought the world of you
and my father's trust in you was, is absolute.
I hope you'll stay.
Funny, I was about to tell you the same thing.
Ah!
Who the hell told you to bring this one out
the stable, put it back.
-Bring out the yearling in 18. -Yes, sir, Mr. Jansen.
Who are you?
Penny Tweedy.
Penny Chenery.
Oh, you're the daughter.
Better get back to work.
Excuse me, Mr. Jansen?
Could I talk with you a moment in private?
Oh.
About what?
I wanted to ask you about that sale
of those brood mares that my mother stopped a few weeks ago.
Missy, I know you and your brother
aren't horse people and you've suffered a loss and all
but you don't need to worry about this right now.
Apparently I do since they're my father's horses
and the sale would've been bad business.
No, it's bad business to come to a barn
and interrupt a trainer's work.
Not if you want to keep it.
I understand.
-But about that sale. -What about it?
They were worth twice what we were going to sell them for.
I couldn't sleep last night, so I checked the books
and then made some calls this morning to be sure.
Like you say, I don't own the horses.
Your father has to sell 'em.
But as trainer, you would know their worth
and that they were about to be sold.
What I'm wondering is why it had to be my mother
who stopped the sale and not you.
No, ma'am, your father, ask him.
I'm asking you!
My father's been sick for quite a long time now.
You've been paid to look out for his interests.
And I do.
Just 'cause this place is going downhill, it ain't my fault.
The sale was going to be to Oakworth Farms.
I learned this morning that the owners of Oakworth
were already talking about selling our horses
for twice the price they were going to pay us.
You train for them too, don't you?
I don't have an exclusive deal here.
I work for them sometimes, so what?
So if you arranged a deal that gave them four horses
at half their market value and they paid you back,
plus an extra share on everything they made,
that wouldn't just be disloyal,
that would be committing fraud.
Who the hell do you think you are,
coming here, accusing me?
Someone who knows enough law to know she's right.
And I'm not Missy Anything.
Why don't you get your things and get off my farm?
I have a contract and I'll sue you.
[Penny] If I ever even hear your name again--
-Yeah, yeah. -I will see
that you go to prison!
(car engine rumbling)
Where does Bull Hancock eat lunch?
At his club every day.
But it's gentleman only.
-(car engine rumbling) -(horse whinnies)
(men chattering)
Miss, uh, miss.
You can't, I'm sorry, Mr. Hancock,
I told her this, she, it's a gentleman's club and she just--
It's all right, Brenda, it's all right.
Thank you, sir.
I apologize for interrupting, really.
Oh, it's fine, I have friends here, Ms. Chenery.
Thank you.
Well, how's it going?
I fired Earl Jansen.
Do tell.
Does that mean you're selling the horses or keeping it?
The farm's in bad shape, as is daddy.
But I'm not willing to sell it unless I get what it's worth.
Well, a horse farm needs a strong hand on the reins,
but the hand that threw Earl Jansen
out the door looks pretty strong to me.
I've got a family back in Denver.
I need a good trainer just to get things stabilized.
You need to talk to Lucian Laurin.
He's a French-Canadian, dresses like Superfly.
He's trying to retire.
What do you mean trying?
(golf clubs thudding)
[Man 1] Man's playing well today.
[Man 2] Thank you.
(golf club thuds)
Mr. Lauren, excuse me, I'm Penny Chenery.
Chris Chenery's daughter and I need a trainer.
Bull Hancock suggested that I find you.
Yeah, Bull called me, but I tell ya,
I'm tired of babysitting half ton animals
who are nearly as stubborn and stupid as their owners are.
I've lost interest in racing, don't even follow it anymore.
Well, uh, I'm in a bit of a tight spot.
I wonder if you might just try it
for a few months and see how things work out.
Well, I don't need to try anything
and trainers don't go anywhere to work for a few months.
They go where there's a good horse.
Well, we have plenty of good horses.
No, you don't.
You have one or two that might be worth the time,
but you're a little short on people over there
who know what they're doing.
Well, that's why I've come to see you, Mr. Laurin.
Miss, you're not hearing me.
A trainer makes his living off commissions.
10% off sales, 10% off winners.
To get a top trainer, you need a top horse.
Gonna have to go back to Bull
and see if he has any other ideas.
Mr. Laurin, two of our mares are pregnant
by Bold Ruler who happens to be
the finest stallion of his generation.
-Fore! -Hey!
-Fore! -Watch where you're hitting!
Well, I yelled fore, you idiot.
That's what fore means.
You see how I am, Ms. Chenery,
when I put myself in a position to do something poorly?
And I'm afraid at your stable,
I'd be yelling fore all day long.
Give my regards to your father.
(golf clubs thudding)
Fore!
(metal crashing)
-(objects thudding) -(car engine rumbling)
(dramatic music)
(horse whinnies)
[Jack] When are you coming back?
Soon, I need to talk to you about this coin toss thing.
-Coin toss? -Jack, listen.
Stallions cost more than mares.
No, they're, they're, they're more glamorous.
But Daddy knew that a great horse comes
just as much from the mare as the stallion.
He invested in mares, which is the first smart thing he did.
Second smart thing he did was he made a deal
with Ogden Phipps.
[Jack] Phipps? Richest man in America?
Yes, instead of paying a stud fee,
Daddy made a deal to breed Phipps'
best stallion with our two best mares.
When the mayors are close to term,
they toss a coin to see who gets which foal.
That coin toss is in two weeks.
What's the difference?
We don't have any idea which horse to choose.
I've been through the stud books, Jack.
Bold Ruler, that's the sire.
He was fast, but he couldn't last over distances.
Now the two dams are Hasty Matilda and Somethingroyal.
Hasty Milda is eight years old.
She's still young.
And since brood mares tend to produce
their best offspring while they're young,
that makes her foal the obvious choice,
since Somethingroyal's 17.
But her grandsire was Princequillo.
He had great stamina, Jack, do you know what that means?
-Penny, Penny! -What?
Sire and dam and Sam I am, what is this?
Come on.
We need you here, Penny, come home.
(horse whinnies)
Right after the coin toss.
-(phone clicks) -(dial rings)
-(horse whinnies) -(dramatic music swells)
-You about ready? -We're ready.
Okay, well, excuse me, mister.
I'll be making the toss.
Are you waiting on anybody else?
No, I came alone.
Well, we toss right on the hour.
-Good luck. -Thank you.
(men whispering)
Hollis, what are you doing here?
I called Jack about our tax issues
and he told me you fired our trainer.
How do you expect we can fetch a good price on the farm
if we don't have a training operation in place?
Hollis, he was dishonest, he had to go.
You came down here from Harvard because of a trainer?
This coin toss is big.
The foal could be worth a great deal
and I checked with some of Phipps people.
They think he wants Hasty Matilda's foal,
so that's who we'll choose.
No, Hollis, I think that's wrong.
Somethingroyal's colt could have an unusual--
-Penny, Penny. -Mix of speed and stamina.
Phipps has the best horse people in the world.
You think you know more than they do?
Please, don't take offense, Ms. Chenery,
but your father almost never won our coin tosses.
And I do hope you've inherited his luck.
All right.
We're all here now.
Mr. Phipps has the call.
He's the owner of Bold Ruler.
Now, the winner has the choice of the offspring
of Mr. Chenery's mares, Hasty Matilda or Somethingroyal.
Are we all in agreement here?
All right, here we go.
Toss, heads.
(coin clinging)
Heads it is.
I'll go with Hasty Matilda.
Ms. Chenery, please give my best to your father.
-(dramatic music) -Well, that's sad.
But I got what I wanted.
(cork pops)
You got what nobody else wanted.
-I'm gonna go home. -(Penny exhales)
Can I give you a lift home?
No, thank you, I have daddy's truck here.
-All right. -Bye.
(dramatic music)
So who won the coin toss?
Phipps.
He went with Hasty Matilda.
Of course he did.
Call me when she's ready to drop her foal.
-(airplane rumbling) -(tires squeaking)
Pigs, pigs!
They're all such pigs!
We've been putting on this protest pageant for a year!
And now the teacher says it's too political
and we can't put it on.
What do you mean you can't?
They have a rule that all theater projects
can't be political.
And when the teacher saw what we were doing,
Dad, can we like sue them or something?
If you didn't disclose until today,
they couldn't be held liable for a breach.
-What?! -(phone rings)
Honey, listen, if this is really important to you--
-Tweedy residence. -Mom, I--
Okay, can we talk about this some more?
-Yeah, okay, fine. -Penny.
For Ms. Chenery.
This is Penny.
[Eddie] It's Eddie.
Somethingroyal about to drop her foal.
All right.
-Thank you. -Goodbye, Ms. Chenery.
-(water splashing) -(children chattering)
[Child] What was that?
Somethingroyal's foal is on its way.
Kick hard.
Come on, kick, Chris, come on.
Good job, good job.
Hey, John, how would you like to come with me
and see a horse being born?
-Really? -Yeah.
-Okay. -(Penny laughs)