Dream Horse (2020) Movie Script
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[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]
[HEARTBEAT POUNDING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[CHEERING GROWS LOUDER]
[HORSES' HOOVES GALLOPING]
[MAN SNORING]
[ALARM CLOCK BEEPING]
[BEEPING STOPS]
[SNORING CONTINUES]
[DOG WHINES]
[SHOWER RUNNING]
[PANTING]
[SIGHS]
And how are we today?
[QUACKING]
You feeling better? Hmph.
Be good.
[DOOR OPENS]
[]
[SNORTS]
[SCANNER BEEPING]
Sixteen eighty-three, please.
Thirty-two pound 28, please.
[SIGHS]
Hi, Jan.
Hi, Jan.
All right, Cath? Anne?
JAN: Mam?
[VACUUM WHIRRING]
Are you all right?
I'm fine, love.
I just knelt down
to try and light the fire.
Couldn't get up again, heh-heh.
As I was here, I thought
I'd have a little sit-down.
Oh! Quite comfy, really.
She looked a goner to me.
If I'd tried to get her up,
I'd have ended up
on the floor myself.
So I said, "Best get Jan."
And I said, "Don't bother her.
She'll be at Tescos."
JAN:
Co-op, Mam. I work at the co-op.
And how many times have I told
you to leave the fire to me?
I hate for you to feel you
have to do everything for us.
BERT:
Rubbish. All she's got
is that useless lump
Brian to look after.
She hasn't even got
the pigeons anymore.
Besides, what's a daughter for
if it's not
to look after her mam and dad?
[SPEAKING IN WELSH]
I told you before, son, if you
lived closer, I could do it
and you wouldn't need
to pay for a babysitter.
All right. Ta-ta. Bye-bye.
Bye, bye, bye.
[SIGHS LOUDLY]
State of my parents.
Dad calls,
said Mam's had a fall.
Dashed round,
thinking she'd had a stroke.
She all right?
Yeah. Just another funny turn.
It'd be so much easier
if they moved in here with us.
We got the room, now Dennis
and Sasha have flown the nest.
I know you and Dad
under the same roof
might not be
a bed of roses but...
Didn't use a glove in my day.
It was just spit, rub and shove.
[COWS BELLOWS]
There was that time
I lost my watch up there, mind.
Brian.
I've won the EuroMillions.
[LAUGHS]
I'm having an affair
with John the post.
Absolutely bloody clueless.
[SOFTLY] I'm leaving you, Brian.
I've seen it all now.
What's for tea, love?
[COW BELLOWS]
[PETE DRAKE'S "SLEEPWALK"
PLAYS ON STEREO]
WOMAN:
The arms nice and straight.
Set and twist.
[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
WOMAN:
Yeah, at the waist.
HOWARD:
I nearly crashed the car.
Those wild ponies are
down off the mountain again.
Lured by chips and curry sauce.
[MEN LAUGH]
Cheer up, Gerwyn,
might never happen.
You mean, you paying
your bar tab?
I'd already drawn
that conclusion.
No more credit.
HOWARD:
I'm telling you, boys.
Our horse, Sweet Gemma,
was in the race of her life.
You know what gave her the edge?
Her good breeding.
Bona fide thoroughbred she was.
Coming round the far bend,
she's still going well,
about four lengths clear
of the third horse.
I'm already
running down to the front.
And then I lose sight of her.
I think she's gone down.
My horse has fallen.
And so I panic and I'm fighting
my way down to the track,
and there she is, Sweet Gemma,
giving it everything she's got,
and she comes through
on the outside and wins!
I duck under the rails...
KEVIN: Totally illegal.
HOWARD: Totally illegal.
And I run across the track
to congratulate her.
She was my horse, and she won!
[ALL LAUGH]
Haven't seen him in here before.
KEVIN: You gotta dream big.
Howard Davies, accountant-type.
Used to drink at the Cross Keys.
Started coming in here
Thursdays after squash.
Owns a racehorse, does he? Owned.
Part of a syndicate
till it all went tits up.
What happened?
He doesn't like
to talk about that bit.
JAN:
Oh, aye.
GERWYN: Word is, he
almost lost everything.
Pile of cash, house, missus.
[TAP BURBLES]
Bitter's gone.
HOWARD: Who's having one more?
Before we go?
[MEN LAUGHING]
INSTRUCTOR:
Bend your knees.
MAN: Right. Well, I'll
tell you a story...
[MAN CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
Six Stella, please.
Howard, is it?
That's right.
Owned a racehorse, I gather?
Couldn't help overhearing.
Must be an expensive business.
What?
To buy one.
Well, let's see,
Sheikh Omari just shelled out
16 million for French Over,
winner of
the Welsh Grand National.
Mind you, that was dollars,
not pounds.
So it's, uh, more affordable
than you think.
Bring them over,
can you, please? Thanks.
You got arms, haven't you?
Gerwyn said
to put it on my slate.
[BRIAN SNORING]
[WATER BOILING]
[]
WOMAN:
There's a spillage in Aisle 6.
It looks like chicken korma.
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[SIGHS]
[DOOR CREAKS OPENS]
What's for tea, love?
Just starting on it now.
Hello.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
You are not gonna believe this.
The goat's got ringworm.
And now this duck's got
bumblefoot like the others.
[QUACKING SOFTLY]
[SIGHS]
[MAN SPEAKING IN WELSH ON TV]
BRIAN: Here, this fella's
making a complete balls-up
of castrating this alpaca.
It's a two-man job, see.
One to hold him down by the legs
and the other
to nip off the squealers.
Could you turn that off?
[ALPACA BLEATING]
[TV SHUTS OFF]
I want you
to help me buy a mare.
Oh, you'll never
learn to ride at your age.
I'm going to breed a racehorse.
And I'm gonna play fly-half
for Wales next Saturday.
I bred budgies, rabbits,
whippets.
Won prizes, didn't I?
And pigeons.
First woman to win
the Welsh Open back in the day.
Let's get you another pigeon.
Or two, even.
I'm breeding a racehorse.
I've done my research.
Lot more to learn, I'm sure,
but this fella
that comes in the club...
What fella?
Howard.
Bit arrogant,
but he's an expert,
and I'm hoping he'll help.
[LAUGHS]
It's absolute madness.
I mean, to even think
of breeding a racehorse,
you'll need to buy
a thoroughbred mare.
Now, where you gonna
get one of those?
"Retired pedigree racehorse
for brood mare."
Three hundred pound?
Oh, Jan, man.
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BRIAN:
Three hundred pound.
[CAR RATTLING]
Could have gone
to Benidorm for that.
DYLAN: Top racehorse, she was.
Come on, girl.
JAN: No, she wasn't. I checked.
[WHINNYING]
But she got good ancestry.
Her father's father's father,
what a stallion.
His semen has gone
all over the world.
Oh, you're lovely.
Yes, you are.
Where the bloody hell
are we gonna keep her?
[HORSE NEIGHS]
MAUREEN: What?
[STICK SHIFT CRUNCHES]
What the hell is that?
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MALDWYN: Oi.
Ooh!
I hope you got planning
permission for that, Daisy.
Sod off, Maldwyn.
According to
council regulations,
a wooden outbuilding
should not exceed
a maximum eaves height
of 2.5 meters.
[CAR HORN BLASTS "LA CUCARACHA"]
Oh, what's that racket?
[CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
MALDWYN: I hope it's got
its emissions certificate.
No business bringing a vehicle
that size down here.
[JAN SIGHS]
Thanks for the help, Goose.
You're lucky the box
was available, Jan.
Been using it all winter
to store hoovers.
All totally legit, mind.
[CHUCKLES]
Hello.
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Hello.
All right.
Come on, Rewbell. Come on.
[SIGHS]
[REWBELL SNORTING]
Come on, Rewbell.
Come on, Rewbell. Come on.
Come on, lovely.
Here, let me.
WOMAN 1: How many animals
do they think they need?
WOMAN 2: Hope they're
gonna clean up after it.
BRIAN: Don't worry about
this bloody circus.
They can't get
the bloody thing out of there.
What about one of these?
You like that?
Wanna come down, yeah?
Down we go.
Yeah.
Turn around.
Good girl.
Come on. There you are.
Not much, but it's home.
[CHUCKLES]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
All right. Two pints, please.
So made a start, haven't I?
Sorry?
Rewbell, she's called.
Found it working on the beach
with the other donkeys
down Barry Island.
Keeping it on
the bloody allotment, I heard.
[LAUGHS]
You've gone and bought a mare?
Gotta find
the right stallion now.
Seen a couple
I like the look of.
Here.
You got the ten grand
for the stud fees, have you?
Vet's charges?
Stabling, insurance?
That's all
before it starts racing.
If it ever does.
But I read up about it.
There's ways of doing
these things, isn't there?
We set up a syndicate,
'cause if, say,
20 people in the village put in
a tenner a week for two years...
I know it's complicated, but...
Yeah, it is.
Most people in the village
haven't got two beans
to rub together.
It's normally
wealthy, professional men
who go in
for this kind of thing.
Bring them over, would you?
I wasn't asking
for your help anyway.
[GENE LATTER'S "HOLDING A DREAM"
PLAYING]
Sounds good
I saw the smile
On your face
[GROANS]
And the look in your eye
Hi.
When you passed by today
But you don't realize
That I'm hurt
Deep inside...
I told you if I saw her with
you again, I would kick you out.
And that's what I'm doing.
I'm going to kick you out!
You say
That I don't need you
I want you more
Than need you...
Don't judge me, Jan.
They're my only solace.
[CHUCKLES]
Have a look at that.
When I dream, it's of you
What do you think?
Sorry, Jan, no call
for it these days.
Not since that scandal
with the lasagna.
Happily take those geese off
your hands, mind. Dead or alive.
I'm holding on to a dream
Yes, I am
Holding a dream
I'm holding on to a dream
Yes, I am...
The tax compliance framework
for Sinclair Beatty.
Need that done by 3.
[COPIER WHIRRING]
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I need this one done
by lunchtime.
[]
[GOAT BLEATS]
[DUCKS QUACKING]
[GEESE HONKING]
It's that fella from the club.
All right?
I, uh...
I thought maybe
I was a bit hasty in the club.
Lucky I've got thick skin, then.
This is Brian.
But you can call me Daisy.
Oh.
[TICKING]
[SIGHS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
GERWYN:
Just as I thought.
Having to beat them back
at the door, are you?
Very funny, Gerwyn. Well, Jan,
no one can say
you didn't try, love.
One more minute, Brian.
Your missus know
you're doing this, Howard?
No danger of losing your house
with this nonstarter.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Oh.
Evening, all. Gerwyn.
I'm fully briefed
and ready to assess
the viability of this venture.
[DOOR OPENS]
Maureen!
Glad you could make it.
Nothing on the telly.
I just got to say,
I know absolutely sod all
about racehorses.
That's all right. I've done
the research for all of us.
[DOOR OPENS]
BRIAN: Well, well...
JAN: Hiya, Goose.
All right?
Have a seat.
Goose, is it?
GOOSE: Yeah.
Howard.
Nice to meet you.
Goose.
Maldwyn.
I'd have been in sooner, only
I had to de-gunge the mincer.
You can't mix your meats.
Hello.
Take a seat, Nerys.
Sorry, Howard.
Got totally lost, mate.
Hello. Peter.
Daisy.
Bloody sat nav tried
to send us into the lake.
Oh, they will do that, yes.
HOWARD: Peter and
Gordon, mates from work.
And this is Kev,
he's my neighbor.
Right. Welcome, everyone.
Let's crack on.
[DOOR THUDS]
KERBY:
Ha!
God's sake.
If you lot are good enough
to own a bloody racehorse,
so am I.
It's a tenner every week,
Kerby, you pillock.
KERBY: Oh...
So the purpose of this meeting...
[BRIAN GROANS, THEN ALL GROAN]
JAN: Brian, have you got 50p?
Where's the organization here?
There you go.
KERBY:
No one touch my tenner.
There you go. Bob's your uncle.
[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]
MALDWYN: Not sure I
understood that last point.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
I still don't quite understand.
Jan is the owner
of the mother, yes?
When the foal is born, then
everyone will be the owners.
We'll all have an equal share.
So who would take
the critical decisions?
Which critical decisions?
The horse's diet, for example.
Look here.
"Racehorses should be given
a high-energy feed
rich in nutrients.
Excess consumption of grass may
lead to colic and flatulence."
We have enough of that
with Kerby.
[GOOSE CHUCKLES]
But this foal doesn't exist yet.
So who's the daddy?
Bien Bien he's called. American.
Ten year-old, won $2.3 million
before he retired.
They wanted three grand stud
fee, but I knocked them down.
Which we will pay.
Gonna rob a bank, are you?
JAN: Which we will pay
out of our retirement fund
until the syndicate is up and
running and can reimburse us.
HOWARD: One thing I must
stress above all else,
if you do join, don't do it
expecting to make money.
There's a less than 1% chance
this horse will ever win a race.
So do it for the hwyl.
That's what this is all about.
You mean, like, the craic?
With respect, the hwyl
is not the same as the craic.
The craicis a Gaelic term,
whereas the hwyl
comes from the Brythonic branch
of the Celtic languages
and means "a feeling
of emotional motivation
and energy."
Right.
I'll do it for the hwyl.
Of course I will.
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Yeah, go on.
We'll both do it for the...
What's it called again?
The hwyl.
[KERBY CHUCKLES]
English.
Yeah.
In.
Yes.
Yeah, me too.
In.
Gerwyn?
Well...
if there's gonna be
a circus in town,
may as well
have a ringside seat.
[ALL CHUCKLE, APPLAUDING]
HOWARD:
All right. There we go.
GERWYN: There we go.
KERBY: You're in.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING
AND CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
JAMES:
Mrs. Vokes?
I'm James.
Sorry we're late.
That's all right.
This won't take long.
Bien Bien doesn't mess about.
Oh, God. He's handsome though.
And this is Rewbell.
I'm not gonna lie, one of us has
left a present in the corner.
BRIAN:
Come on, then, girl.
What do you think?
BRIAN:
Here we go. Here we go. Yeah.
Here we go.
Well...
Bien Bien is known
to upgrade his mares, heh.
Go get him, girl.
Brian.
We should have watched.
Would you like to be watched?
I'm not a stallion.
[LAUGHS]
You can say that again.
I've had my moments, haven't I?
[CHUCKLES]
Still, having
a bit of fun now, aren't we?
Never knew how much I missed
messing about with horses.
It's more than "a bit of fun"
and "messing about," Brian.
Yeah. What do you mean?
I don't know, I mean...
I need something to look forward
to when I get up in the morning.
To remind me
that things can change.
[JAMES WHISTLES]
That was good cover!
I hope he bought her
a drink first!
[LAUGHS]
[]
[DUCKS QUACKING]
[HEARTBEAT PULSES ON DOPPLER]
[REWBELL WHINNIES]
What are you looking at?
What do you want?
Hey. What do you want?
Oh, I know.
I know, it's my mints
you're after, isn't it, eh?
You only want me for my mints.
WOMAN: Just a minute. Thank you.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
MAN: Take three boxes out front.
Brian?
Oh, my God.
I said... Didn't I say it?
It'd be this week.
I'm on my way.
Jan! Jan, can I have a word?
Jan!
[GASPING]
[]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Hello.
Oh, God.
He's gorgeous, isn't he?
Oh, hello.
Where's Rewbell?
We've lost her, love.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
I come down first thing,
and the foal had been born.
There he was,
bright as a button.
But I could see straightaway
that Rewbell wasn't right.
So I called Ron, and, um...
There was nothing we could do.
No.
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[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Lovely, isn't he?
Maureen.
Goose.
[ALL CHUCKLING
AND CHATTERING SOFTLY]
[WHINNIES]
HOWARD: Look at that.
I wasn't sure we should carry on
after Rewbell. Poor old girl.
But look at him.
He's a real fighter.
MALDWYN:
Yeah, will you look at that?
PETER:
What about Foal Throttle?
Butcher's Boy.
BRIAN: Daisy Chain.
Lost Youth.
Colt Leader.
Don't Tell The Missus.
GOOSE: Welsh Wind!
GERWYN: Kerby's the
expert on Welsh wind.
[ALL LAUGHING]
What about Colin?
[ALL QUIET]
After Colin Jackson.
I used to love seeing him
fly over those hurdles.
[CHUCKLES]
What about Dream Alliance?
It's our dream
and we're all in it together,
like an alliance,
so Dream Alliance.
Very good.
I like that, that's good.
Nah.
Let's have a vote.
"Cefn Rocket," three votes.
"Kerby," one vote.
Worth a shot.
[LAUGHS]
"Dream Alliance," 12 votes.
Hey!
[ALL CHEER]
So I am completely chuffed
to the bollocks
to announce
the winner is Dream Alliance.
[ALL CHEER]
Dream Alliance!
Dream Alliance.
ALL: Dream Alliance.
Dream Alliance.
HOWARD: Dream Alliance.
MAN 1: Go on dreaming.
MAN 2: Go on, Dreamy boy.
So you got a name.
Dream Alliance.
What do you think?
[DREAM ALLIANCE WHINNIES]
[DREAM ALLIANCE SNORTS SOFTLY]
One time, when I was a girl,
Dad and me
took Sammy and Murphy,
our whippets,
to a dog show in Pontypridd.
Didn't think
we had a hope in hell,
us nobodies
from the back of beyond.
But we got
first and second prize.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Dad was so proud of me.
Took me for a milkshake
at Gambarini's caf
after to celebrate.
Mmm. Seemed like
anything was possible.
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
[WHINNIES SOFTLY]
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
I've got a fire in my heart
Though I'm falling apart
Still, I've got a fire
In my heart for you...
[SIGHS]
Hungry, are you, boy?
I've a butterfly stomach
For you
And as the cars fly by
I just break down and cry
Still, I've got a fire
In my heart for you...
There's a good boy.
Well
The monkey puzzle tree
Has some questions
For the watchdogs
Of the profane
And I ask is it sad
That I'm driving myself mad
As this fire in my heart
Turns blue?
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
[CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
I've got a fire in my heart
For you...
BRIAN: This driveway's
longer than our high street.
Are you sure about this, love?
JAN: Philip Hobbs is the
best trainer in the country.
This is where Dream should be.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
[CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
JOHNSON: Hello?
You've, uh, missed the turning.
It's a mile back down the road.
No, mate, no.
I've come about
the position of trainee jockey. Pardon?
We've made an appointment
with Mr. Hobbs.
Uh, I'm afraid
the governor's with an owner.
Let's get him out, Brian.
Aye.
JOHNSON: Governor?
Excuse me.
JOHNSON:
They've got an appointment.
I'm afraid
I know nothing about this.
Howard arranged an appointment
with your office.
Who's Howard?
Howard Davies.
Helps me run our syndicate.
[DREAM ALLIANCE WHINNIES]
Come on, then, boy.
Come on, let's show them.
This is our boy, Dream Alliance.
You've actually brought
the horse with you?
I'm sorry, I'm busy right now.
If an appointment was made,
it would have been
for a preliminary chat,
so you could view the facilities
and discuss our charges.
I know about your charges,
and I'm sorry we didn't
come in a helicopter.
We'll take our custom elsewhere.
Brian.
BRIAN:
Come on, boy.
BRIAN:
Back to the valleys for us.
Look, you've obviously come
a long way.
Johnson, get the horse saddled
up and put him in the arena.
I'll give you an honest opinion.
Brian!
What?
Get him out.
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Come on, boy. Come on.
Here we go, come on. Whoa!
[NEIGHS]
Whoa.
[NEIGHS]
Hey, hey.
Calm. Come on, boy, come on.
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
With a bit of work...
be worth giving him a crack at
your local gymkhana. Good luck.
[NEIGHS]
Come on. Walk on.
He's not having it, Jan.
Come on, boy. Walk on. Come on.
Come on, lad.
Come on. Whoa!
Come on. Come on, boy. Walk on.
Come on. That's it! Come on.
Come on. Good boy.
Good boy.
[]
Governor?
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[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Well?
He's pretty rough
around the edges...
but he's definitely got
something about him.
It's, uh... spirit.
Character. Like his owner.
[WHINNIES SOFTLY]
We'll take him for a couple
of months, see what we can do.
No promises.
Thank you. That's all I wanted.
Johnson will sort you out
with a stable
and, uh, we'll go from there.
I'll miss you, Dream.
I'll be thinking of you
every day.
This is
what you were born to do.
Be brave and brilliant.
Okay.
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Walk on.
JAN: Hello?
[DOOR CLOSES]
ELSIE:
Any news about your pony, love?
Racehorse, Mam. No, nothing.
Oh, thank you.
Howard calls occasionally,
and all they say is,
they're still assessing him.
BERT:
A horse raised on an allotment
has got a cat in hell's
chance of ever racing.
Howard says while they've
still got him, there's hope.
Brian had a horse once,
didn't he?
Lovely big teeth it had.
Now he hasn't got the horse
or the teeth.
Let me, Brian. You get off home.
It's damp.
[GROANS SOFTLY]
Well, a fat lot of use he was.
ELSIE:
He can't help his arthritis.
He could have helped getting
our Janet in the family way
when she was only 17.
Oh, it's been 30 years, Dad.
Can you just leave it now?
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
[QUIETLY]
Hello?
We're going to the races.
What?
Philip Hobbs just e-mailed us.
But he's gonna put Dream
in a bumper race for beginners.
Oh, my God, he's gonna race.
Our horse is gonna race!
Whoo!
[LAUGHS]
[HORN HONKS]
HOWARD:
Right, I'm off!
Was Davina okay
with you taking the day off?
Oh, yeah. Not to worry, love,
all taken care of.
How come
you're leaving so early?
Chepstow's not that far.
Kev and I just wanted
to make a real day of it.
Savor the atmosphere.
Have a couple of bevvies
and a bar snack.
Ta, love.
[SIGHS]
You still haven't told Angela?
Well, I'll let her know in time.
She'll be
absolutely fine with it.
[]
[SNORING]
MEN:
Daisy's got his teeth in!
Daisy's got his teeth in!
La-la-la-la
Good luck, Jan!
Thanks, lovely!
John!
MEN: We're off to
see Our horse race
We're off
To see our horse race
La-la-la-la
[ALARM CLOCK BEEPING]
[SNORTS]
GOOSE: Here he comes!
NERYS: Fine figure of a man.
[ALL EXCLAIM, THEN CHEER]
I'm here. I'm here.
GOOSE:
Slept in, did we, Kerby?
No, no, you're not sitting here.
[ALL LAUGH]
Your flies are undone.
The cage may be open,
but the beast is asleep.
HOWARD: Room for two more?
ALL: Hey!
All right! All right!
[ALL LAUGHING]
Come on, you two.
GERYWN:
The dynamic duo.
We are off to the races!
[ALL CHEER]
Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
Oh, I haven't been so excited
since Wales beat England
that day in Wembley.
Shat on them, we did.
[ALL LAUGHING]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: followed by Acaruna,
Belt and Braces, and In For A Penny.
One more lap to go
in this three-mile
Handicap Chase.
GOOSE: Here we go.
Oh! What a sight.
Jockeys are so small.
HOWARD:
Come on, everyone.
Owners' and trainers' bar,
here we come.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]
[CROWD CHATTERING]
GORDON: I suppose we
should put a bet on.
GERWYN:
Ten-to-one Kerby gets drunk.
PETER: Know how to make a
small fortune out of horses?
Start with a large fortune.
Eh, sorry, sir. Owners only.
I am a bloody owner.
May I look in your bag?
You haven't asked
to look in their bags.
You can't bring alcohol
to the course.
Who says I've got alcohol?
Cheese sandwiches, that's all.
BRIAN: He's gonna get
us all chucked out.
All right, then.
Bloody knew it.
Come on, mate.
GORDON:
Oh, look out. Welsh champagne.
Slow down on them cans, Kerby.
We'll be here all day, man.
You'll be pissing like a horse.
Come on.
Don't mind them, come on.
[ALL CHEER, LAUGHING]
GOOSE: Classy in here, innit?
Nice soft lighting.
BRIAN:
All the big knobs are in here.
I, uh...
I seem to have misplaced mine.
No admission into the owners'
enclosure without a pass, sir.
MAUREEN:
Oh! Finger food, is it?
Some for later?
Brian.
They're free, love.
BRIAN:
Here he is.
Had to get Philip Hobbs
to vouch for me, didn't I?
How about this, eh?
Do you think that Clare Balding
off the telly will be here?
GERWYN: Thirty-eight
quid, the cheeky buggers!
That'd buy a drink for the whole
bloody room in my club.
Look, look, look.
It's Lord Avery.
He owns White Knight
and Conquering Hero.
And most of Oxfordshire.
Pals, are we?
We're Lord Snooty's
bloody equal today.
GOOSE:
Whoa, look out, he's off again.
I'm sorry, have we met?
We have now, butt.
Tempt you to a can?
Nice to share a drink
with a fellow owner.
Ah, you're an owner.
How many?
Well, there's about 20 of us.
ALL:
All right?
[ALL CHUCKLE]
I mean, how many horses
do you own?
Oh, heh-heh, just the one.
Excellent.
Well, enjoy it.
A little tip before the race.
Ah, go on.
If you're using the gents', give
the first cubicle a few minutes.
ANNOUNCER:
The horses for the bumper race
are making their way
to the paddock.
NERYS: We're up next.
Got your bets on?
ALL: Yeah!
Wait! We must have a toast.
That's right.
To us.
ALL:
To us.
GERWYN: Come on.
To Dream.
To Dream.
Come on.
We're moving on
here in Chepstow.
The conditions are good, so we
should have quite a tussle
in this race for beginners.
The jockeys are mounting
and making their way
down to the start.
He's up on the big screen.
There he is. There he is.
[ALL EXCLAIM]
They're all on the racecourse
and should be good to go.
GOOSE:
Come on, Dreamy boy.
Horses are circling
at the starting line.
Number six, Inarco,
in the purple and orange.
Dream Alliance, number three,
in the red and white.
And Forgive Me Mary,
an impressive winner at Kelso.
A bit reluctant to join
the others is Dream Alliance.
He's become a bit playful
down at the start.
Oh, God.
Tapes are across.
Starter's getting up there.
Perhaps they'll have
to go round again and walk in.
Hopefully with Dream Alliance.
He doesn't look happy.
His first race,
bound to be a bit edgy.
Edgy? He's facing the wrong way.
[NEIGHING]
Let's see if he settles down.
Keeps going in that direction,
he'll end up
back in the village.
They are under orders.
Turn round, boy.
Dream Alliance still having
a bit of bother.
Will he let them go?
GERWYN: Turn him round.
Turn him round!
Just turn around.
MALDWYN:
He's at the back!
NERYS:
He can't let them go, can he?
[CROWD CHEERS]
Turn round, come on!
Turn round, man!
He'll be in front if he waits
for the next race to start!
Come on!
It's a disastrous start
for Dream Alliance.
He's about ten lengths behind.
MALDWYN: I hope you're
gonna give us a refund, Jan.
KERBY:
Come on, Dream boy!
In the back three
we've got Cousin Nicky.
Then on the inside,
Forgive Me Mary.
And still trailing by six,
possibly eight lengths,
is Dream Alliance, looking very
green at the back of the pack.
GERWYN: Daisy could run faster.
It was fun while it lasted.
PETER:
Oh, what a waste of money!
Neck and neck
with Penelope Star.
Inarco and Forgive Me Mary
in the middle of the field.
[]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Look at him now.
He's found the accelerator.
Clawing back some ground
is Dream Alliance,
beginning to run with purpose.
Here's our boy!
Come on, lad.
Come on, my boy.
He's coming! He's coming!
Dream Alliance pushes forward.
And he's on Inarco's heels now.
And as Cornell goes for broke,
Penelope Star in second.
Inarco slips back.
MAN: Come on!
Go on, Dream.
Dream Alliance battles his way
into fourth.
Go on, Dream!
Come on, Dream!
Dream Alliance,
making a real challenge
to get amongst the top three.
Come on!
Cornell takes it...
[ALL CHEERING]
Dream Alliance coming in
a strong fourth place.
Fourth! Fourth! Fourth!
Strong finish
for Dream Alliance.
With a better start, he could
have placed in the top three.
GOOSE: Yes!
MALDWYN: I won 20 quid.
No bloody chips!
Well done, my boy. Your mam
would have been so proud of you.
[MANIC STREET PREACHERS'
"A DESIGN FOR LIFE" PLAYING]
We don't talk about love...
ALL:
We only want to get drunk!
And we are not
Allowed to spend
As we are told
That this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
GERWYN:
We're gonna need a bigger bus!
[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
GOOSE: Come on, Dream!
[GERWYN LAUGHS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Hi, love. How's things?
Angela?
You promised me you'd never ever
even think of doing it again.
You can't
possibly have forgotten
what it was like last time?
Coming this close
to losing the house.
Having to raid
the kids' uni fund
to pay off the mortgage arrears.
All for some bloody horse.
And worst of all,
you've lied to me, Howard.
I know. I shouldn't have lied.
I swore I'd leave you
if you ever
got into another syndicate.
I've learnt my lesson.
And this won't get
out of hand, I promise.
I'm gonna have
those words written
on your bloody gravestone.
It's different this time.
There's a few of us
just chipping in a tenner a week
to have a bit of fun.
That's all it is.
Nothing is more important
to me than you.
This family.
Well, you have to make
your own choices.
But I don't want
anything to do with it.
And if you dare jeopardize
what we've got again...
[CHOIR SINGING SCALES]
[]
[GOOSE LAUGHING]
GOOSE: That was when I pinched
Dai Fats's prized cock!
[ALL LAUGH]
KERBY: Have a look at this!
HOWARD: We made the front page!
MALDWYN: Must be building a
tidy balance in the bank now.
Aye, all that prize money
but no mention
of when we'll see any of it.
KERBY:
You must be a witch, Jan Vokes.
Gotta be some reason
you got so lucky.
We'll win the Cheltenham Gold
Cup one day. I swear, we will.
[ALL CHEER]
KERBY: Come on.
MALDWYN:
Let's play some dominoes.
[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
[]
Hello, gorgeous.
How are you doing?
Oh...
You're looking lovely.
The other day at work,
I spent two hours
stacking tinned sweet corn.
And all I could
think about was...
[SNORTS]
Well...
all my life...
I've never been me.
I've been Elsie's daughter,
Dennis and Sasha's mother...
or Daisy's wife.
But watching you race...
I'm Jan.
PHILIP:
Mrs. Vokes.
Don't wanna disturb you.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
He's your horse.
Anyway, glad you dropped by.
Got some news for you.
Really? Newbury?
[]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
GERWYN: Where's the owners' bar?
BRIAN: There, boy.
My God, Howard.
You weren't wrong.
This really is something else.
Have any of you
spotted Clare Balding?
She must be around somewhere.
There's a rumor
Mick Jagger's here.
MAUREEN: Oh!
Not that I'm bothered, mind.
I suppose you're used to this.
Hanging out with the big knobs.
How do you mean?
That's what you do, isn't it?
Telling them rich buggers
how they can avoid paying tax.
Bit more complicated than that.
I call it
legalized robbery, myself.
I've just had a pee
next to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber.
I told him I thought Evita
was a far superior work
to Phantom of the Opera.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
Right, so look here. Dream's
still way out at 16-to-1.
Fearless Pursuit
is massive odds-on.
He's one of
His Lordship's horses.
Won the last nine
out of ten races.
This time he really is
up against the big boys.
She bred the damned horse
on an allotment!
On an allotment?
[MEN CHUCKLING]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]:
It's almost time
for the main event
at Newbury Festival.
The King Edward Challenge,
over two miles.
Lord Avery's horse,
Fearless Pursuit,
is the bookies' favorite.
Hoping for yet another victory.
He's shaping up to be
a true legend of the track.
You all right, girl?
It's a big race, Brian.
Hurdles and everything.
He's never done that
on a course this size.
No.
Out next is My Heaven,
in the light blue,
followed by reigning
champion Fearless Pursuit,
number four,
in yellow and lilac.
Owned, of course, by Lord Avery.
WOMAN:
Come on, Fearless Pursuit!
And the horse raised on
an allotment, Dream Alliance,
number three, in
the red and white striped cap.
Come on, Dream Alliance!
The horses taking a look
at the first hurdle
in the King Edward Challenge.
A wide range of experience
amongst our runners today.
For some of them, this is
their first time over jumps.
They're being called back now.
Come on, boy!
And they'll soon be good to go.
There we go.
Come on, hurry up.
Dream Alliance
yet to win a race.
Fearless Pursuit looking
every inch the aristocrat.
Trained at
the Berkshire Court stables,
let's see if Fearless Pursuit
can reign victorious again.
I think we're good to go for
this race. The flag is raised.
KERBY:
I've got sweaty palms. Feel.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Bunched neatly together.
It's a pretty good start.
Chauncey Lad taking
the early lead at the front.
A certain amount of jockeying
for position in behind.
Now muscling past Spring Morning
is Lord Avery's
Fearless Pursuit, number four,
asserting his dominance early
as they approach
the first hurdle.
My Heaven in third,
then Kelly's Nan,
then Justice Jones
and Dream Alliance
in the middle of the pack.
First jump, always a challenge.
[CROWD CHEERS]
The leaders are over, followed
by the rest of the pack.
HOWARD:
Good job.
GERWYN:
Come on now, boy!
Fearless Pursuit
and Spring Morning,
neck and neck as they
come over the next hurdle.
That's a nasty fall,
Jeanguin out of the race.
Both rider and horse up on
their feet, that's good to see.
Dream Alliance takes it
pretty smoothly.
[]
Setting a fast pace
is Fearless Pursuit,
who won this race in
commanding fashion last year.
They approach the next jump.
Dream Alliance inching his way
up the pack.
You can do this, boy.
Come on, my boy.
Dream Alliance muscles past
and finds his way into fourth
as they round the far bend.
GERWYN: Go on!
Come on!
Oh, my God, he's doing it.
Yes!
Heading round
to the final straight.
[ALL CHEERING]
Dream Alliance
giving all he's got.
Come on, Dream! Come on, my boy!
Dream Alliance showing
real spirit.
The boy from the valleys
scrapping his way
past My Heaven
and Spring Morning.
Letting Fearless Pursuit know
he's got a real fight
on his hands.
Dream Alliance threatening
the reigning champion,
Fearless Pursuit.
This is now a two-horse race
as they take the second last.
Come on, Dream!
They're over the last hurdle.
It's a titanic battle.
He's gonna do it!
Dream Alliance pulls ahead
of Fearless Pursuit.
He's gonna do it!
This rank outsider digging deep
and showing his class.
We did not see this coming!
Fight back! Come on, boy!
Could we be witnessing
the arrival of a new champion?
The young novice is powering
ahead, a length clear.
Now two lengths!
Dream Alliance,
he smells victory.
Untouchable now
as he pulls ahead.
And wins!
[ALL CHEERING]
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Dream Alliance stealing the
crown from Fearless Pursuit,
in a remarkable turn around
here at Newbury.
They'll be dancing
in the Welsh valleys tonight.
ALL: He's only gone and
done it La-la-la-la, hey!
La-la-la-la, hey!
Please welcome
to the winner's enclosure
the King Edward Challenge
champion, Dream Alliance!
[ALL CHEERING]
[LAUGHING]
[ALL GASPING]
MAUREEN:
Not on my hat!
GERWYN:
Behave yourself!
I am so proud of you. So proud.
And now it's time to present
the Challenge Cup
to Janet Vokes
and the Alliance Partnership.
[ALL CHEERING]
GOOSE:
Is that real gold?
[EXCLAIMS]
And not forgetting, of course,
the check for 26,250.
[ALL CHEER]
MAN: Split evenly, of course.
Yeah! Yeah!
AVERY: Congratulations.
Thank you.
Bad luck about
your Fearless Pursuit, butt.
[LAUGHS]
Has it occurred to you
this might be time
to take a tidy profit?
JAN:
How do you mean?
I'm prepared
to make a substantial offer.
Oh, God.
I'd never sell him. Never.
You haven't heard the offer yet.
I wouldn't sell him
for 500 million.
Well, if you change your mind...
[JAN CHUCKLES]
Hang on a minute.
That's not right.
The idea of selling Dream?
No, it's bloody ridiculous.
No, I mean, him offering
to buy him off Jan.
Horse belongs to all of us.
MALDWYN: Correct.
Any financial offer
should be put formally
to the syndicate
for consideration.
We're not selling him
and that's that.
With respect, Jan,
that's not for you to say.
Are you deaf, Gerwyn?
She's just bloody said it.
Legally she has no right to.
But morally she has every right.
Surely we can
all agree about that?
I...
Well...
HOWARD:
Come on, boys,
let's just celebrate our win.
[GABRIELLE'S "DREAMS" PLAYS
ON KARAOKE MACHINE]
ALL:
Dreams can come true
Look at me, babe
I'm with you
You know
You've got to have hope...
Oi, Rossi, feet off the chairs.
HOWARD: It's absolute
pandemonium in here.
I don't recognize half this lot.
I know.
People didn't even want to admit
they came from this village,
now half the valleys reckon
they live here.
How much do you reckon
Lord Snooty would've
offered us for Dream?
Tens, maybe
hundreds of thousands.
[WHISTLES]
[LAUGHS]
Thanks for standing up
for me before.
Oh, that's okay.
We both know
this has always been
about something
much more important than money.
Dreams can come true...
[ALL CHEERING, APPLAUDING]
[TOM JONES' "DELILAH" PLAYING
ON KARAOKE MACHINE]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[LAUGHS]
I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window
ALL:
La-da-da-da, da-da-da
I saw the flickering shadows
Of love on her blinds
ALL:
La-da-da-da, da-da-da
She was my woman
La-da-da-da
As she deceived me, I watched
And went out of my mind
My, my, my Delilah
E-mail you sent yesterday
to Sinclair Beatty.
Care to read it?
[CLEARS THROAT]
"Just quit moaning
and pay up, you bastards."
They had a tax bill.
I'm a tax advisor.
I advised them to pay it.
You know, Howard,
I've started to wonder lately
why you came
into this profession.
Oh, you're not the only one.
'Cause I have no idea why I sit
behind this desk all day...
helping rich bastards,
who can well afford
to pay their share,
save millions in tax.
While people out there
can barely afford
to put food on their tables.
You know, it's...
legalized robbery.
Howard, mate. No.
Has to be something better
I can do with my life.
[CLEAR THROAT]
MAN: He's taking the lamp.
Why is he taking the lamp?
Resigned?
What were you thinking?
I wasn't thinking, that's
the whole point. I was just...
[SIGHS]
It's what I feel.
It's what I felt for years.
I can't do that job anymore.
This is that bloody horse again,
isn't it?
Being involved with Jan and
the syndicate has made me feel
like I'm part
of something important
for the first time
in years, and...
And it's bloody fabulous.
It's selfish! And it's reckless!
I can work it out. We'll manage.
Oh, how exactly? On my wages?
JAN:
So I've been talking to Philip,
and he reckons Dream's bouncing,
in the form of his life.
Howard reckons it's partly
that new probiotic food
they got him on.
And they've got him in
that new equine swimming pool.
Dream absolutely loves it,
apparently.
Howard says swimming's brilliant
for building up muscle strength
in the hind quarters.
Brian?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV]
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Come on, spit it out.
[TV SHUTS OFF]
I miss him, is all.
Dream. It's stupid, isn't it?
Missing something
I didn't even know I wanted.
No, it's not stupid.
But still,
that's the way life is.
I shouldn't grumble.
But life's not like that, Brian.
That's the whole point.
There's a whole world out there
you don't see 'cause
you're watching the telly.
You what?
Look, when Dream arrived...
I saw you light up.
Look, I know you miss him.
But don't just...
settle back
into your old ways again.
I shouldn't have said anything.
[SCOFFS]
I don't mind, I'm happy enough.
No, Brian,
you're always "happy enough."
You lost your job, you said,
"Another one'll come along,"
and it never did.
You got arthritis,
you said, "Oh, well,
we all get old and ill
sooner or later."
I mean, when I first met you,
you were a fighter.
And now you just accept things.
You don't fight anymore.
So, what your dad said
was right.
You could have done
a lot better for yourself.
[TV CLICKS ON
AND MAN SPEAKING IN WELSH ON TV]
[SCOOTER ENGINE REVVING]
[BRAKES SQUEALING]
So I can evade tax,
but I can't avoid it?
Other way round, Nerys.
Avoid, not evade.
Evasion they don't like.
Got it.
Um, things are a little tight
cash-wise these days, so...
best sirloin.
Cheers, Nerys.
Enjoy.
Hello, Nerys.
Jan.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Whoo, heh!
It's looking very smart, Howard.
Well, the, uh, refurbishment
is, um, ongoing.
How come though?
You had a good job
in Cardiff, didn't you?
Uh, well, I realized
I couldn't do it anymore.
And I wasn't gonna live a life
of lost chances like my dad.
What happened to him?
Uh...
Ran away from home at 14
with a dream
of being a famous jockey.
Lied about his age,
got a job at a racing stables.
The coppers tracked him down,
brought him home.
Became a lifer at the steelworks
and that was that.
"Don't let them crush
your dreams," he used to say.
At least I've had plenty of time
to keep on top
of the syndicate finances.
Believe it or not,
we're showing an overall profit
of about 100 grand.
Good God.
I never in a million years
thought we'd make
this kind of money.
That's not the only good news.
Philip Hobbs wants to race Dream
at Aintree on Saturday.
Oh, my God.
I know, I know.
[SIGHING]
ELSIE: A wedding, is it?
JAN: No, Mam.
It's two
of the yellow ones, Dad.
I've taken two.
No, you've only taken the white.
ELSIE: Sasha. Is our
Sasha getting married?
No, Mam.
I told you, I'm off to Aintree
'cause Dream's racing there.
Aintree!
Bert, did you hear that?
We'll watch it
on the telly, Jan.
We love doing that.
[BIRD CHIRPING]
I need you to pick up my
prescription from the chemist.
Is that all you can say, Dad?
What?
The horse I bred
is racing in the biggest meet
in the calendar
and that's all you can say?
I'll see you later.
[]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]:
Welcome to Aintree,
where we've got
a record-breaking attendance
on the course of 75,000 people.
Here to celebrate the very best
of British racing.
The going is good
as the horses gather
at the starting line
for the next race.
A three-mile, half a furlong
handicap over hurdles.
GERWYN:
Look at that.
[ALL CHUCKLING]
There he is!
Looking good.
All right, Daisy?
Tidy enough, thanks.
Horses coming out onto
the course led by Real Charmer.
Very much on his toes,
keen to get on with things,
alongside Aurora's Encore,
a winner here just two days ago.
Dream Alliance, in his now
familiar red and white colors,
is number three on your card,
and number one is...
Come on, boy.
Hey, he's looking good.
Over there, look.
Come on, Dreamy!
Starter is calling them forward.
HOWARD: I got a good feeling.
Come on, Dream!
Flag's up.
And they're off and racing.
[ALL CHEERING]
Come on, Dreamy boy!
Come on, Dream!
A good start.
Dream Alliance challenging
According To Pete,
racing in
the blue and white colors,
currently in the middle
of the field.
Come on, Dreamy boy.
Deep Focus edges past
Buena Vista now
while Dream Alliance tries
to make ground
on the outside
of According To Pete.
Approaching the next flight...
[CROWD GASPS]
Deep Focus is out of the race.
Takes a hefty fall.
Horse and jockey look okay.
Is he up?
Quickly on their feet.
Come on, Dream!
Buena Vista sets a steady pace,
with the pack, as they approach
the next flight of hurdles.
Yeah!
Dream Alliance is jumping
with real confidence.
Come on, Dream. Come on, boy!
Chased hard
by both Superior Wisdom
and then comes Aurora's Encore.
Go on, Dream!
Come on, Dream!
Come on!
Dream Alliance just a length
and a half behind.
Dream Alliance and According
to Pete neck and neck.
Nothing between these two
as they take the next.
Dream.
And the field
head round the final bend.
Buena Vista continues
to lead the way.
According To Pete
on his outside.
Superior Wisdom in third and
behind them Aurora's Encore.
BRIAN: Where's Dream?
I can't see him either.
JAN:
Howard, can you see anything?
HOWARD:
He's not there.
GERWYN: Can you see him?
Oh, Jesus.
What? What's happening?
Let me see.
They're putting screens
round him.
MALDWYN:
Oh, no.
Means they're gonna
shoot him, don't it?
MALDWYN:
Stay calm, everyone.
JAN:
The vet's arrived.
Oh, God, they can't shoot him.
They can't.
If his leg's broken,
they'd have to, Jan.
I'm calling Philip.
GOOSE:
What they saying?
HOWARD:
Pick up, Philip, pick up.
Philip?
Put him on speaker.
HOWARD:
What's happening?
They can't tell how bad it is.
Looks like
he's severed a tendon.
HOWARD:
That's serious, isn't it?
PHILIP:
If confirmed,
he'd never run again.
[DREAM ALLIANCE NEIGHS]
VET: Philip?
Yeah. Hold on.
Oh, please, God,
we can't lose him.
We can't lose him. We can't.
It's kinder to put
a horse down immediately
#you know?
In these circumstances, @
WOMAN: All right.
VET: Whoa, stand clear!
[WHINNIES]
Hello, Howard.
Vet thinks the tendon
may not be completely severed
and there's a chance
it could be repaired.
Then try, for God's sake,
if there's the faintest chance
of saving him.
I have to warn you, If the
tendon can't be repaired,
he'd still
have to be euthanized.
Right, Philip.
And if we remove him
from the course
and the operation does fail,
you would lose
the insurance money
and, of course,
face substantial bills.
VET: Philip, we don't have time.
I really need an answer.
How much is he insured for?
Currently, 120,000 pound.
Maybe we need to discuss this.
No, there's nothing to discuss.
What's there to discuss?
Well, 120 grand, to start with!
That's a hell of a lot of money.
MALDWYN:
He belongs to all of us,
and any decision
about what happens to him
should be taken collectively.
NERYS: Fair point.
But...
Like it should have been
that day
Lord Avery offered to buy him.
You're not still on about that?
Wait. Listen.
This is the second time, innit?
He's out there right now!
[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]
Everybody be quiet
and just listen to Janet!
Look, before Dream...
who were we?
Gerwyn?
Kerby?
We lost our jobs, our community.
Even lost our pride.
And then Dream came along
and reminded us all
what life is like
when you have hope.
Dream's out on that course
in agony,
his life hanging by a thread,
and you're talking about
putting a gun to his head
so you can have a couple
of grand in your pockets.
Too bloody right.
Dream's never asked us
for anything before.
He's just given us his all.
HOWARD: Yeah.
Dream has given me
a second chance.
He's given us all
a second chance.
And now...
I think we need to give him one.
GERWYN: Fair enough.
Yeah.
Hmm? Right.
Philip.
Tell them they gotta do whatever
they can to try and save him.
VET:
Steady on! Steady, Dream.
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BRIAN:
Anything?
[SIGHS]
Brian, I...
It's... It's all right, girl.
Dream's had an accident.
They've been operating on him
through the night.
[ANGELA SIGHS]
[CROW CAWING]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING AND RINGING]
Philip? What's the news?
I see.
Right.
Okay, thanks.
Well?
We hope he'll be able
to walk again.
Yeah.
But you do understand,
the chances of him racing again
are virtually nonexistent.
All I care about
is he gets well.
Yeah.
BRIAN: Oh...
PHILIP:
And if the tendon won't heal
and he's lame...
Well, then we'll have
to consider his quality of life.
Oh...
Hello.
God, Dream, you had me worried.
[BRIAN SIGHS]
[MEIC STEVENS' "LOVE OWED
[AKA LOVE ODE]" PLAYING]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
I would not ask
A wish of you
It would only
Bring you sorrow
Turn my face from today
Again until tomorrow
[SIGHS]
But I will walk
And I will run
You know
I'm gonna have my fun
And I will stay
And I will pray
For you
You are my only one
[SCANNER BEEPING]
MAN:
Thank you.
CASHIER:
Okay.
[SCANNER BEEPING]
Mrs. Davies?
Angela? I'm Jan.
From the syndicate.
Oh, right.
Hi.
How's Howard?
Haven't seen him in a while.
Not since what happened
with Dream.
Yes, I, uh... I heard.
I was, um, so sorry
about his accident.
Thanks. He's alive,
that's the main thing.
Yes.
Well, I...
I just, um, wanted to say
I think it's brilliant.
Supporting Howard
the way you did
with the syndicate
and everything.
I mean, after the last time,
a lot of wives
wouldn't have done that.
It wasn't until
he told me that story
about his dad running away
and becoming a jockey
that I really understood why
this mattered to him so much.
But I guess
you knew that all along.
Yes.
Well, uh, thanks.
That's 18.90, please.
Thanks.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING AND RINGING]
Brian?
Listen, Jan, it's your dad.
I'm sorry. I've called
an ambulance, but...
I'm two minutes away.
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[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[JAN SIGHS]
[CRYING]
[SNIFFLES]
[SNIFFLES]
[GULPS]
[SIGHS, THEN CRYING]
[COMPUTER CHIMES]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
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Well, there he is.
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Oh, good God.
You said he could walk, but is
he really up to being ridden?
[WHINNYING]
Oh, he's going
pretty well, isn't he?
Well done, boy.
Unbelievable!
[GASPS]
My God.
[CHUCKLES]
I swear, he winked at me.
HOWARD: It's miraculous.
PHILIP: The stem cell treatment
was a complete success.
The vet thinks
the tendon's stronger now
than before the injury.
He's running faster than ever.
How come you never mentioned
he was coming on so well?
Didn't wanna raise any
false hopes until we were sure.
Of what?
We think he's ready to race.
HOWARD: You're joking?
We're thinking
The Welsh National.
That would be incredible.
But after all
you've been through...
I need to be sure
it's what you want.
Can't bear the thought
of him risking his life again!
I don't see the problem.
[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]
I don't think we can take the
risk after all that's happened.
But it'd be the comeback
of all comebacks!
That's rich from you.
You were ready to write him off.
We'd all written him off.
You saw him on the gallops.
And you heard what Philip Hobbs
said, it's miraculous.
I mean, surely it's a sign.
Dream wants to keep going.
He lives to race.
It's in his blood, innit?
GERWYN: Out on that
track, when he was hurt,
you said we owed him a chance
because of
what he'd done for us.
What was that chance for
if not to let him race again?
JAN: But not at The Welsh Grand
National, it's too dangerous.
Tell him, Brian.
It's just too big a risk.
I would, Jan.
But I can see
what they're saying.
[WHISPERS]
How could you?
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[DOOR OPENS]
That's why I'm single, see?
Jan.
I thought you cared about Dream.
I do.
Of course I care about him.
When Dream come along,
took me right back
to when I was young.
Wanting to be a farmer.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
All those hopes I'd given up on.
And it hurt like hell
when he went
to live at the stables.
Almost as much as it hurt
when he fell at Aintree.
You spoke for him then,
when he couldn't.
But if Dream was here now
and he could speak...
[CHUCKLES]
He'd tell you
he wants to race.
It's in his blood.
You know I'm right.
Let him run, Jan.
I just can't bear the thought
of him getting hurt again.
I know.
But you were right.
We can't stop ourselves
from dreaming of bigger things.
[SNIFFLING]
Come on, love.
Come on.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[]
There you go.
See you.
Where's your glad rags?
You better get a shift on
or you'll miss the coach.
I'm not going.
Can't afford it, butt.
You gotta come.
We'll have a whip round.
Bugger off.
I'll put the money I'm saving
by not going on Dream.
Twenty quid,
Dream Alliance to win.
I'll watch it in the club
with a pint in my hand.
Now you tell our boy
to run the race of his life.
Right, I'm off!
Why are you all...?
We thought
we might come along too.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
ANGELA:
What the hell is that?
[LAUGHS]
What do you reckon?
Angela and the kids in there.
Howard, you're lying down
in the hearse.
Couldn't fit you all
in the coach!
We had to think laterally!
Ha-ha!
HOWARD:
Come on, follow me.
In you go, love.
KEVIN:
Come on! Giddyup.
You didn't wake up
This morning
'Cause you didn't go to bed
You were watching the whites
Of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall
Is ticking...
ALL: We're off To
see our horse race
We're off to see
Our horse race
[BUS HORN HONKS]
It's gonna be all right,
isn't it?
Good luck, Jan. Good luck.
Cheers, John.
HOWARD: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
HOWARD: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
MAN:
Has it started?
Yeah, it's starting now.
Excuse me...
[ALL CHATTERING]
This is the day
When things fall into place
[ALL CLAMORING]
This is the day
Your life must surely change
This is the day when
Things fall into place...
I should never have said yes
to putting these bets on
for the boys in the club.
Here you are.
You start down that end.
Tenner each
on Dream Alliance to win.
Sharpish,
we can't miss the anthem.
Uh, tenner on Dream to win.
Tenner on Dream to win.
This is the day
Ooh!
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: Welcome,
everyone, to Chepstow.
To the greatest day
in the Welsh race calendar!
The day
of the Welsh Grand National!
[ALL CHEER]
And welcome back to the course
from a serious injury,
from the valleys,
Dream Alliance!
[ALL CHEER]
And to his breeder, Janet Vokes.
[ALL CHEER]
Now please join with
that great voice of Wales,
Katherine Jenkins,
in the singing
of the Welsh National Anthem.
[DRUM ROLL OVER SPEAKERS]
[SINGING IN WELSH]
[ALL SINGING IN WELSH]
[ALL CHEERING]
Go on, my boy!
MAN: Dream! Dream! Dream!
Oh, dear! Oh!
Oh, my God.
Is that Rod Stewart?
Oh, he never misses the Welsh.
ANNOUNCER [ON TV]: The horses
circling now, raring to race.
There they are.
This year's runners and riders
in the Welsh Grand National.
Dream Alliance. First race back
after a long convalescence.
Looking a little bit unsettled.
Oh, God, there he is.
There he is.
His ruptured tendon the cause
of his nerves, perhaps.
Understandable.
Le Beau Bai, number nine,
is the bookies' favorite
after a great year for him.
Tapes go across
and we'll be
under starter's orders.
Anxious wait while
the starter raises his flag.
HOWARD:
Under starter's orders!
[WHINNYING]
BRIAN:
After a fire. Come on, boy.
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GERWYN:
Come on, then.
[HORSE WHINNIES, ECHOING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Come on, Dream.
A grueling race
that's seen plenty of drama
in its time.
Come on, Dream. Go on, boy.
Come on, Dream!
Leading is Operation Houdini,
in the yellow and black.
Get around safely, eh?
Get around safely.
Having work to do
at the rear of the pack
is Dream Alliance, number three.
Come on, Dream. Go on.
Come on, boy. Come on.
As they head to the first bend,
Operation Houdini
still holds his position
in the lead.
He's coming over the rise there.
Come on.
Pack are now climbing steeply
on this punishing course.
GERWYN:
Come on, Dream!
Ahead of them looms the
challenge of the first fence.
Coming to the first now.
Come on, Dream!
[CROWD CHEERS]
GERWYN:
Come on, Dream!
[NEIGHS]
[ALL CHEER]
Dream Alliance,
still the back marker,
approaching the second fence.
[ALL CHEERING]
He's got it.
Yes!
[ALL GASPING]
And they're all clear.
Approaching the far bend,
Operation Houdini slipping away.
JAN:
Come on, lad. Come on, my boy.
Dream Alliance looks like
he's making a move!
Muscling through,
pushing Cornish Chef,
then Nositch out of the way.
That's the way!
HOWARD: Come on, Dream!
The pack rounding the far bend,
and Dream Alliance sneaks
past Hello Bud and Old Benny.
Go on! Go on, boy!
Look, Jan!
Dream Alliance battling his way
past Operation Houdini
as he barges into second place!
This is incredible!
Silver By Nature has got
a real scrap on his hands now!
[ALL CLAMORING]
Dream Alliance and Silver
By Nature locked in a duel
as they approach
the second to last.
Come on, boy! Come on.
All right! Come on!
Dream Alliance
tightening every sinew
as they take the final jump.
Oh, a slip by Silver By Nature,
and Dream Alliance lands ahead
and steals the lead
for the first time in the race!
[ALL CHEERING]
Yes! Yes!
Come on! Come on!
Dream Alliance in first place
but Silver By Nature
is fighting back!
Come on, Dream!
He's pulling away
from Dream Alliance!
Go, my boy!
Go on! Go!
Both horses giving it
everything they've got!
My boy.
Dream Alliance pulling ahead!
[ALL CHEERING]
Go on!
The boy from the valleys
proving he's up there
with the best in the world!
Go, Dream!
[ALL CHEERING]
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Hey!
[ALL CHEER]
First place, Dream Alliance!
A fairy-tale return from injury
to conquer
this Welsh Grand National!
Oh, lovely.
ALL [CHANTING]:
Dream! Dream! Dream!
[ALL CHEERING]
I bloody knew he was a champion
right from the start!
[LAUGHING]
You did it.
Hey, well done, girl.
Well done.
GERWYN:
Unbelievable.
[ALL CHATTERING, LAUGHING]
Please give a rapturous welcome
to the horse
born on an allotment
and now the Welsh
Grand National champion,
Dream Alliance!
[ALL CHEERING]
GOOSE:
Come on, Dreamy boy!
You gorgeous, clever,
lion-hearted boy, you.
Well done! Well done.
I told you, he's got spirit.
Who'd have thought, eh?
Well done.
Oh, thank you.
PHILIP: Bloody well done.
[EXCLAIMS, LAUGHING]
[LAUGHING]
He's crying.
No, I'm not.
Where's Howard?
GOOSE:
All went well, Dreamy boy.
I love him.
Come on now, let's go.
[LAUGHING]
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ANGELA: Howard?
All right?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Just needed a moment.
Quiet word with Dad...
about how this win was for him.
He'd be very proud.
Dream's a beauty, isn't he?
Proper valleys boy.
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[MARCHING BAND PLAYING FANFARE]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Hey! Best day of my life!
[LAUGHING]
Oh, what a day!
Whoo!
Hey.
[ALL SINGING IN WELSH]
[ALL CHEERING]
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[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[TOM JONES' "DELILAH" PLAYING]
I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows
Of love on the blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me
I watched
And went out of mind
ALL:
My, my, my Delilah
La-da-da-da, da-da-da
Why, why, why Delilah?
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
I could see that girl
Was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave
That no man could free
At break of day
When that man drove away
I was waiting
I crossed the street
To her house
And she opened the door
She stood there laughing
ALL:
Ha-ha-ha-ha
I felt the knife in my hand
And she laughed no more
ALL:
My, my, my Delilah
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
Why, why, why Delilah?
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
So before they come
To break down the door
Forgive me, Delilah
I just couldn't take anymore
Forgive me, Delilah
I just couldn't take anymore!
[ALL CHEERING]
ROB ROSSI: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
ROB ROSSI: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
Oi, oi, oi!
ROB ROSSI: Oggy!
ALL: Oi!
ROB ROSSI: Oggy!
ALL: Oi!
ROB ROSSI:
Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL:
Oi, oi, oi!
[ALL LAUGHING, CHEERING]
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[]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]
[HEARTBEAT POUNDING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[CHEERING GROWS LOUDER]
[HORSES' HOOVES GALLOPING]
[MAN SNORING]
[ALARM CLOCK BEEPING]
[BEEPING STOPS]
[SNORING CONTINUES]
[DOG WHINES]
[SHOWER RUNNING]
[PANTING]
[SIGHS]
And how are we today?
[QUACKING]
You feeling better? Hmph.
Be good.
[DOOR OPENS]
[]
[SNORTS]
[SCANNER BEEPING]
Sixteen eighty-three, please.
Thirty-two pound 28, please.
[SIGHS]
Hi, Jan.
Hi, Jan.
All right, Cath? Anne?
JAN: Mam?
[VACUUM WHIRRING]
Are you all right?
I'm fine, love.
I just knelt down
to try and light the fire.
Couldn't get up again, heh-heh.
As I was here, I thought
I'd have a little sit-down.
Oh! Quite comfy, really.
She looked a goner to me.
If I'd tried to get her up,
I'd have ended up
on the floor myself.
So I said, "Best get Jan."
And I said, "Don't bother her.
She'll be at Tescos."
JAN:
Co-op, Mam. I work at the co-op.
And how many times have I told
you to leave the fire to me?
I hate for you to feel you
have to do everything for us.
BERT:
Rubbish. All she's got
is that useless lump
Brian to look after.
She hasn't even got
the pigeons anymore.
Besides, what's a daughter for
if it's not
to look after her mam and dad?
[SPEAKING IN WELSH]
I told you before, son, if you
lived closer, I could do it
and you wouldn't need
to pay for a babysitter.
All right. Ta-ta. Bye-bye.
Bye, bye, bye.
[SIGHS LOUDLY]
State of my parents.
Dad calls,
said Mam's had a fall.
Dashed round,
thinking she'd had a stroke.
She all right?
Yeah. Just another funny turn.
It'd be so much easier
if they moved in here with us.
We got the room, now Dennis
and Sasha have flown the nest.
I know you and Dad
under the same roof
might not be
a bed of roses but...
Didn't use a glove in my day.
It was just spit, rub and shove.
[COWS BELLOWS]
There was that time
I lost my watch up there, mind.
Brian.
I've won the EuroMillions.
[LAUGHS]
I'm having an affair
with John the post.
Absolutely bloody clueless.
[SOFTLY] I'm leaving you, Brian.
I've seen it all now.
What's for tea, love?
[COW BELLOWS]
[PETE DRAKE'S "SLEEPWALK"
PLAYS ON STEREO]
WOMAN:
The arms nice and straight.
Set and twist.
[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
WOMAN:
Yeah, at the waist.
HOWARD:
I nearly crashed the car.
Those wild ponies are
down off the mountain again.
Lured by chips and curry sauce.
[MEN LAUGH]
Cheer up, Gerwyn,
might never happen.
You mean, you paying
your bar tab?
I'd already drawn
that conclusion.
No more credit.
HOWARD:
I'm telling you, boys.
Our horse, Sweet Gemma,
was in the race of her life.
You know what gave her the edge?
Her good breeding.
Bona fide thoroughbred she was.
Coming round the far bend,
she's still going well,
about four lengths clear
of the third horse.
I'm already
running down to the front.
And then I lose sight of her.
I think she's gone down.
My horse has fallen.
And so I panic and I'm fighting
my way down to the track,
and there she is, Sweet Gemma,
giving it everything she's got,
and she comes through
on the outside and wins!
I duck under the rails...
KEVIN: Totally illegal.
HOWARD: Totally illegal.
And I run across the track
to congratulate her.
She was my horse, and she won!
[ALL LAUGH]
Haven't seen him in here before.
KEVIN: You gotta dream big.
Howard Davies, accountant-type.
Used to drink at the Cross Keys.
Started coming in here
Thursdays after squash.
Owns a racehorse, does he? Owned.
Part of a syndicate
till it all went tits up.
What happened?
He doesn't like
to talk about that bit.
JAN:
Oh, aye.
GERWYN: Word is, he
almost lost everything.
Pile of cash, house, missus.
[TAP BURBLES]
Bitter's gone.
HOWARD: Who's having one more?
Before we go?
[MEN LAUGHING]
INSTRUCTOR:
Bend your knees.
MAN: Right. Well, I'll
tell you a story...
[MAN CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
Six Stella, please.
Howard, is it?
That's right.
Owned a racehorse, I gather?
Couldn't help overhearing.
Must be an expensive business.
What?
To buy one.
Well, let's see,
Sheikh Omari just shelled out
16 million for French Over,
winner of
the Welsh Grand National.
Mind you, that was dollars,
not pounds.
So it's, uh, more affordable
than you think.
Bring them over,
can you, please? Thanks.
You got arms, haven't you?
Gerwyn said
to put it on my slate.
[BRIAN SNORING]
[WATER BOILING]
[]
WOMAN:
There's a spillage in Aisle 6.
It looks like chicken korma.
[]
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[SIGHS]
[DOOR CREAKS OPENS]
What's for tea, love?
Just starting on it now.
Hello.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
You are not gonna believe this.
The goat's got ringworm.
And now this duck's got
bumblefoot like the others.
[QUACKING SOFTLY]
[SIGHS]
[MAN SPEAKING IN WELSH ON TV]
BRIAN: Here, this fella's
making a complete balls-up
of castrating this alpaca.
It's a two-man job, see.
One to hold him down by the legs
and the other
to nip off the squealers.
Could you turn that off?
[ALPACA BLEATING]
[TV SHUTS OFF]
I want you
to help me buy a mare.
Oh, you'll never
learn to ride at your age.
I'm going to breed a racehorse.
And I'm gonna play fly-half
for Wales next Saturday.
I bred budgies, rabbits,
whippets.
Won prizes, didn't I?
And pigeons.
First woman to win
the Welsh Open back in the day.
Let's get you another pigeon.
Or two, even.
I'm breeding a racehorse.
I've done my research.
Lot more to learn, I'm sure,
but this fella
that comes in the club...
What fella?
Howard.
Bit arrogant,
but he's an expert,
and I'm hoping he'll help.
[LAUGHS]
It's absolute madness.
I mean, to even think
of breeding a racehorse,
you'll need to buy
a thoroughbred mare.
Now, where you gonna
get one of those?
"Retired pedigree racehorse
for brood mare."
Three hundred pound?
Oh, Jan, man.
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BRIAN:
Three hundred pound.
[CAR RATTLING]
Could have gone
to Benidorm for that.
DYLAN: Top racehorse, she was.
Come on, girl.
JAN: No, she wasn't. I checked.
[WHINNYING]
But she got good ancestry.
Her father's father's father,
what a stallion.
His semen has gone
all over the world.
Oh, you're lovely.
Yes, you are.
Where the bloody hell
are we gonna keep her?
[HORSE NEIGHS]
MAUREEN: What?
[STICK SHIFT CRUNCHES]
What the hell is that?
[]
MALDWYN: Oi.
Ooh!
I hope you got planning
permission for that, Daisy.
Sod off, Maldwyn.
According to
council regulations,
a wooden outbuilding
should not exceed
a maximum eaves height
of 2.5 meters.
[CAR HORN BLASTS "LA CUCARACHA"]
Oh, what's that racket?
[CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
MALDWYN: I hope it's got
its emissions certificate.
No business bringing a vehicle
that size down here.
[JAN SIGHS]
Thanks for the help, Goose.
You're lucky the box
was available, Jan.
Been using it all winter
to store hoovers.
All totally legit, mind.
[CHUCKLES]
Hello.
[]
Hello.
All right.
Come on, Rewbell. Come on.
[SIGHS]
[REWBELL SNORTING]
Come on, Rewbell.
Come on, Rewbell. Come on.
Come on, lovely.
Here, let me.
WOMAN 1: How many animals
do they think they need?
WOMAN 2: Hope they're
gonna clean up after it.
BRIAN: Don't worry about
this bloody circus.
They can't get
the bloody thing out of there.
What about one of these?
You like that?
Wanna come down, yeah?
Down we go.
Yeah.
Turn around.
Good girl.
Come on. There you are.
Not much, but it's home.
[CHUCKLES]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
All right. Two pints, please.
So made a start, haven't I?
Sorry?
Rewbell, she's called.
Found it working on the beach
with the other donkeys
down Barry Island.
Keeping it on
the bloody allotment, I heard.
[LAUGHS]
You've gone and bought a mare?
Gotta find
the right stallion now.
Seen a couple
I like the look of.
Here.
You got the ten grand
for the stud fees, have you?
Vet's charges?
Stabling, insurance?
That's all
before it starts racing.
If it ever does.
But I read up about it.
There's ways of doing
these things, isn't there?
We set up a syndicate,
'cause if, say,
20 people in the village put in
a tenner a week for two years...
I know it's complicated, but...
Yeah, it is.
Most people in the village
haven't got two beans
to rub together.
It's normally
wealthy, professional men
who go in
for this kind of thing.
Bring them over, would you?
I wasn't asking
for your help anyway.
[GENE LATTER'S "HOLDING A DREAM"
PLAYING]
Sounds good
I saw the smile
On your face
[GROANS]
And the look in your eye
Hi.
When you passed by today
But you don't realize
That I'm hurt
Deep inside...
I told you if I saw her with
you again, I would kick you out.
And that's what I'm doing.
I'm going to kick you out!
You say
That I don't need you
I want you more
Than need you...
Don't judge me, Jan.
They're my only solace.
[CHUCKLES]
Have a look at that.
When I dream, it's of you
What do you think?
Sorry, Jan, no call
for it these days.
Not since that scandal
with the lasagna.
Happily take those geese off
your hands, mind. Dead or alive.
I'm holding on to a dream
Yes, I am
Holding a dream
I'm holding on to a dream
Yes, I am...
The tax compliance framework
for Sinclair Beatty.
Need that done by 3.
[COPIER WHIRRING]
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I need this one done
by lunchtime.
[]
[GOAT BLEATS]
[DUCKS QUACKING]
[GEESE HONKING]
It's that fella from the club.
All right?
I, uh...
I thought maybe
I was a bit hasty in the club.
Lucky I've got thick skin, then.
This is Brian.
But you can call me Daisy.
Oh.
[TICKING]
[SIGHS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
GERWYN:
Just as I thought.
Having to beat them back
at the door, are you?
Very funny, Gerwyn. Well, Jan,
no one can say
you didn't try, love.
One more minute, Brian.
Your missus know
you're doing this, Howard?
No danger of losing your house
with this nonstarter.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Oh.
Evening, all. Gerwyn.
I'm fully briefed
and ready to assess
the viability of this venture.
[DOOR OPENS]
Maureen!
Glad you could make it.
Nothing on the telly.
I just got to say,
I know absolutely sod all
about racehorses.
That's all right. I've done
the research for all of us.
[DOOR OPENS]
BRIAN: Well, well...
JAN: Hiya, Goose.
All right?
Have a seat.
Goose, is it?
GOOSE: Yeah.
Howard.
Nice to meet you.
Goose.
Maldwyn.
I'd have been in sooner, only
I had to de-gunge the mincer.
You can't mix your meats.
Hello.
Take a seat, Nerys.
Sorry, Howard.
Got totally lost, mate.
Hello. Peter.
Daisy.
Bloody sat nav tried
to send us into the lake.
Oh, they will do that, yes.
HOWARD: Peter and
Gordon, mates from work.
And this is Kev,
he's my neighbor.
Right. Welcome, everyone.
Let's crack on.
[DOOR THUDS]
KERBY:
Ha!
God's sake.
If you lot are good enough
to own a bloody racehorse,
so am I.
It's a tenner every week,
Kerby, you pillock.
KERBY: Oh...
So the purpose of this meeting...
[BRIAN GROANS, THEN ALL GROAN]
JAN: Brian, have you got 50p?
Where's the organization here?
There you go.
KERBY:
No one touch my tenner.
There you go. Bob's your uncle.
[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]
MALDWYN: Not sure I
understood that last point.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
I still don't quite understand.
Jan is the owner
of the mother, yes?
When the foal is born, then
everyone will be the owners.
We'll all have an equal share.
So who would take
the critical decisions?
Which critical decisions?
The horse's diet, for example.
Look here.
"Racehorses should be given
a high-energy feed
rich in nutrients.
Excess consumption of grass may
lead to colic and flatulence."
We have enough of that
with Kerby.
[GOOSE CHUCKLES]
But this foal doesn't exist yet.
So who's the daddy?
Bien Bien he's called. American.
Ten year-old, won $2.3 million
before he retired.
They wanted three grand stud
fee, but I knocked them down.
Which we will pay.
Gonna rob a bank, are you?
JAN: Which we will pay
out of our retirement fund
until the syndicate is up and
running and can reimburse us.
HOWARD: One thing I must
stress above all else,
if you do join, don't do it
expecting to make money.
There's a less than 1% chance
this horse will ever win a race.
So do it for the hwyl.
That's what this is all about.
You mean, like, the craic?
With respect, the hwyl
is not the same as the craic.
The craicis a Gaelic term,
whereas the hwyl
comes from the Brythonic branch
of the Celtic languages
and means "a feeling
of emotional motivation
and energy."
Right.
I'll do it for the hwyl.
Of course I will.
[]
Yeah, go on.
We'll both do it for the...
What's it called again?
The hwyl.
[KERBY CHUCKLES]
English.
Yeah.
In.
Yes.
Yeah, me too.
In.
Gerwyn?
Well...
if there's gonna be
a circus in town,
may as well
have a ringside seat.
[ALL CHUCKLE, APPLAUDING]
HOWARD:
All right. There we go.
GERWYN: There we go.
KERBY: You're in.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING
AND CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
[HORSE NEIGHS]
JAMES:
Mrs. Vokes?
I'm James.
Sorry we're late.
That's all right.
This won't take long.
Bien Bien doesn't mess about.
Oh, God. He's handsome though.
And this is Rewbell.
I'm not gonna lie, one of us has
left a present in the corner.
BRIAN:
Come on, then, girl.
What do you think?
BRIAN:
Here we go. Here we go. Yeah.
Here we go.
Well...
Bien Bien is known
to upgrade his mares, heh.
Go get him, girl.
Brian.
We should have watched.
Would you like to be watched?
I'm not a stallion.
[LAUGHS]
You can say that again.
I've had my moments, haven't I?
[CHUCKLES]
Still, having
a bit of fun now, aren't we?
Never knew how much I missed
messing about with horses.
It's more than "a bit of fun"
and "messing about," Brian.
Yeah. What do you mean?
I don't know, I mean...
I need something to look forward
to when I get up in the morning.
To remind me
that things can change.
[JAMES WHISTLES]
That was good cover!
I hope he bought her
a drink first!
[LAUGHS]
[]
[DUCKS QUACKING]
[HEARTBEAT PULSES ON DOPPLER]
[REWBELL WHINNIES]
What are you looking at?
What do you want?
Hey. What do you want?
Oh, I know.
I know, it's my mints
you're after, isn't it, eh?
You only want me for my mints.
WOMAN: Just a minute. Thank you.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
MAN: Take three boxes out front.
Brian?
Oh, my God.
I said... Didn't I say it?
It'd be this week.
I'm on my way.
Jan! Jan, can I have a word?
Jan!
[GASPING]
[]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Hello.
Oh, God.
He's gorgeous, isn't he?
Oh, hello.
Where's Rewbell?
We've lost her, love.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
I come down first thing,
and the foal had been born.
There he was,
bright as a button.
But I could see straightaway
that Rewbell wasn't right.
So I called Ron, and, um...
There was nothing we could do.
No.
[]
[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Lovely, isn't he?
Maureen.
Goose.
[ALL CHUCKLING
AND CHATTERING SOFTLY]
[WHINNIES]
HOWARD: Look at that.
I wasn't sure we should carry on
after Rewbell. Poor old girl.
But look at him.
He's a real fighter.
MALDWYN:
Yeah, will you look at that?
PETER:
What about Foal Throttle?
Butcher's Boy.
BRIAN: Daisy Chain.
Lost Youth.
Colt Leader.
Don't Tell The Missus.
GOOSE: Welsh Wind!
GERWYN: Kerby's the
expert on Welsh wind.
[ALL LAUGHING]
What about Colin?
[ALL QUIET]
After Colin Jackson.
I used to love seeing him
fly over those hurdles.
[CHUCKLES]
What about Dream Alliance?
It's our dream
and we're all in it together,
like an alliance,
so Dream Alliance.
Very good.
I like that, that's good.
Nah.
Let's have a vote.
"Cefn Rocket," three votes.
"Kerby," one vote.
Worth a shot.
[LAUGHS]
"Dream Alliance," 12 votes.
Hey!
[ALL CHEER]
So I am completely chuffed
to the bollocks
to announce
the winner is Dream Alliance.
[ALL CHEER]
Dream Alliance!
Dream Alliance.
ALL: Dream Alliance.
Dream Alliance.
HOWARD: Dream Alliance.
MAN 1: Go on dreaming.
MAN 2: Go on, Dreamy boy.
So you got a name.
Dream Alliance.
What do you think?
[DREAM ALLIANCE WHINNIES]
[DREAM ALLIANCE SNORTS SOFTLY]
One time, when I was a girl,
Dad and me
took Sammy and Murphy,
our whippets,
to a dog show in Pontypridd.
Didn't think
we had a hope in hell,
us nobodies
from the back of beyond.
But we got
first and second prize.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Dad was so proud of me.
Took me for a milkshake
at Gambarini's caf
after to celebrate.
Mmm. Seemed like
anything was possible.
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
[WHINNIES SOFTLY]
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
I've got a fire in my heart
Though I'm falling apart
Still, I've got a fire
In my heart for you...
[SIGHS]
Hungry, are you, boy?
I've a butterfly stomach
For you
And as the cars fly by
I just break down and cry
Still, I've got a fire
In my heart for you...
There's a good boy.
Well
The monkey puzzle tree
Has some questions
For the watchdogs
Of the profane
And I ask is it sad
That I'm driving myself mad
As this fire in my heart
Turns blue?
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
[CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
I've got a fire in my heart
For you
I've got a fire in my heart
For you...
BRIAN: This driveway's
longer than our high street.
Are you sure about this, love?
JAN: Philip Hobbs is the
best trainer in the country.
This is where Dream should be.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
[CLUTCH CRUNCHING]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
JOHNSON: Hello?
You've, uh, missed the turning.
It's a mile back down the road.
No, mate, no.
I've come about
the position of trainee jockey. Pardon?
We've made an appointment
with Mr. Hobbs.
Uh, I'm afraid
the governor's with an owner.
Let's get him out, Brian.
Aye.
JOHNSON: Governor?
Excuse me.
JOHNSON:
They've got an appointment.
I'm afraid
I know nothing about this.
Howard arranged an appointment
with your office.
Who's Howard?
Howard Davies.
Helps me run our syndicate.
[DREAM ALLIANCE WHINNIES]
Come on, then, boy.
Come on, let's show them.
This is our boy, Dream Alliance.
You've actually brought
the horse with you?
I'm sorry, I'm busy right now.
If an appointment was made,
it would have been
for a preliminary chat,
so you could view the facilities
and discuss our charges.
I know about your charges,
and I'm sorry we didn't
come in a helicopter.
We'll take our custom elsewhere.
Brian.
BRIAN:
Come on, boy.
BRIAN:
Back to the valleys for us.
Look, you've obviously come
a long way.
Johnson, get the horse saddled
up and put him in the arena.
I'll give you an honest opinion.
Brian!
What?
Get him out.
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Come on, boy. Come on.
Here we go, come on. Whoa!
[NEIGHS]
Whoa.
[NEIGHS]
Hey, hey.
Calm. Come on, boy, come on.
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
With a bit of work...
be worth giving him a crack at
your local gymkhana. Good luck.
[NEIGHS]
Come on. Walk on.
He's not having it, Jan.
Come on, boy. Walk on. Come on.
Come on, lad.
Come on. Whoa!
Come on. Come on, boy. Walk on.
Come on. That's it! Come on.
Come on. Good boy.
Good boy.
[]
Governor?
[]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Well?
He's pretty rough
around the edges...
but he's definitely got
something about him.
It's, uh... spirit.
Character. Like his owner.
[WHINNIES SOFTLY]
We'll take him for a couple
of months, see what we can do.
No promises.
Thank you. That's all I wanted.
Johnson will sort you out
with a stable
and, uh, we'll go from there.
I'll miss you, Dream.
I'll be thinking of you
every day.
This is
what you were born to do.
Be brave and brilliant.
Okay.
[CLICKING TONGUE]
Walk on.
JAN: Hello?
[DOOR CLOSES]
ELSIE:
Any news about your pony, love?
Racehorse, Mam. No, nothing.
Oh, thank you.
Howard calls occasionally,
and all they say is,
they're still assessing him.
BERT:
A horse raised on an allotment
has got a cat in hell's
chance of ever racing.
Howard says while they've
still got him, there's hope.
Brian had a horse once,
didn't he?
Lovely big teeth it had.
Now he hasn't got the horse
or the teeth.
Let me, Brian. You get off home.
It's damp.
[GROANS SOFTLY]
Well, a fat lot of use he was.
ELSIE:
He can't help his arthritis.
He could have helped getting
our Janet in the family way
when she was only 17.
Oh, it's been 30 years, Dad.
Can you just leave it now?
[CELL PHONE BUZZING]
[QUIETLY]
Hello?
We're going to the races.
What?
Philip Hobbs just e-mailed us.
But he's gonna put Dream
in a bumper race for beginners.
Oh, my God, he's gonna race.
Our horse is gonna race!
Whoo!
[LAUGHS]
[HORN HONKS]
HOWARD:
Right, I'm off!
Was Davina okay
with you taking the day off?
Oh, yeah. Not to worry, love,
all taken care of.
How come
you're leaving so early?
Chepstow's not that far.
Kev and I just wanted
to make a real day of it.
Savor the atmosphere.
Have a couple of bevvies
and a bar snack.
Ta, love.
[SIGHS]
You still haven't told Angela?
Well, I'll let her know in time.
She'll be
absolutely fine with it.
[]
[SNORING]
MEN:
Daisy's got his teeth in!
Daisy's got his teeth in!
La-la-la-la
Good luck, Jan!
Thanks, lovely!
John!
MEN: We're off to
see Our horse race
We're off
To see our horse race
La-la-la-la
[ALARM CLOCK BEEPING]
[SNORTS]
GOOSE: Here he comes!
NERYS: Fine figure of a man.
[ALL EXCLAIM, THEN CHEER]
I'm here. I'm here.
GOOSE:
Slept in, did we, Kerby?
No, no, you're not sitting here.
[ALL LAUGH]
Your flies are undone.
The cage may be open,
but the beast is asleep.
HOWARD: Room for two more?
ALL: Hey!
All right! All right!
[ALL LAUGHING]
Come on, you two.
GERYWN:
The dynamic duo.
We are off to the races!
[ALL CHEER]
Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
Oh, I haven't been so excited
since Wales beat England
that day in Wembley.
Shat on them, we did.
[ALL LAUGHING]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: followed by Acaruna,
Belt and Braces, and In For A Penny.
One more lap to go
in this three-mile
Handicap Chase.
GOOSE: Here we go.
Oh! What a sight.
Jockeys are so small.
HOWARD:
Come on, everyone.
Owners' and trainers' bar,
here we come.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]
[CROWD CHATTERING]
GORDON: I suppose we
should put a bet on.
GERWYN:
Ten-to-one Kerby gets drunk.
PETER: Know how to make a
small fortune out of horses?
Start with a large fortune.
Eh, sorry, sir. Owners only.
I am a bloody owner.
May I look in your bag?
You haven't asked
to look in their bags.
You can't bring alcohol
to the course.
Who says I've got alcohol?
Cheese sandwiches, that's all.
BRIAN: He's gonna get
us all chucked out.
All right, then.
Bloody knew it.
Come on, mate.
GORDON:
Oh, look out. Welsh champagne.
Slow down on them cans, Kerby.
We'll be here all day, man.
You'll be pissing like a horse.
Come on.
Don't mind them, come on.
[ALL CHEER, LAUGHING]
GOOSE: Classy in here, innit?
Nice soft lighting.
BRIAN:
All the big knobs are in here.
I, uh...
I seem to have misplaced mine.
No admission into the owners'
enclosure without a pass, sir.
MAUREEN:
Oh! Finger food, is it?
Some for later?
Brian.
They're free, love.
BRIAN:
Here he is.
Had to get Philip Hobbs
to vouch for me, didn't I?
How about this, eh?
Do you think that Clare Balding
off the telly will be here?
GERWYN: Thirty-eight
quid, the cheeky buggers!
That'd buy a drink for the whole
bloody room in my club.
Look, look, look.
It's Lord Avery.
He owns White Knight
and Conquering Hero.
And most of Oxfordshire.
Pals, are we?
We're Lord Snooty's
bloody equal today.
GOOSE:
Whoa, look out, he's off again.
I'm sorry, have we met?
We have now, butt.
Tempt you to a can?
Nice to share a drink
with a fellow owner.
Ah, you're an owner.
How many?
Well, there's about 20 of us.
ALL:
All right?
[ALL CHUCKLE]
I mean, how many horses
do you own?
Oh, heh-heh, just the one.
Excellent.
Well, enjoy it.
A little tip before the race.
Ah, go on.
If you're using the gents', give
the first cubicle a few minutes.
ANNOUNCER:
The horses for the bumper race
are making their way
to the paddock.
NERYS: We're up next.
Got your bets on?
ALL: Yeah!
Wait! We must have a toast.
That's right.
To us.
ALL:
To us.
GERWYN: Come on.
To Dream.
To Dream.
Come on.
We're moving on
here in Chepstow.
The conditions are good, so we
should have quite a tussle
in this race for beginners.
The jockeys are mounting
and making their way
down to the start.
He's up on the big screen.
There he is. There he is.
[ALL EXCLAIM]
They're all on the racecourse
and should be good to go.
GOOSE:
Come on, Dreamy boy.
Horses are circling
at the starting line.
Number six, Inarco,
in the purple and orange.
Dream Alliance, number three,
in the red and white.
And Forgive Me Mary,
an impressive winner at Kelso.
A bit reluctant to join
the others is Dream Alliance.
He's become a bit playful
down at the start.
Oh, God.
Tapes are across.
Starter's getting up there.
Perhaps they'll have
to go round again and walk in.
Hopefully with Dream Alliance.
He doesn't look happy.
His first race,
bound to be a bit edgy.
Edgy? He's facing the wrong way.
[NEIGHING]
Let's see if he settles down.
Keeps going in that direction,
he'll end up
back in the village.
They are under orders.
Turn round, boy.
Dream Alliance still having
a bit of bother.
Will he let them go?
GERWYN: Turn him round.
Turn him round!
Just turn around.
MALDWYN:
He's at the back!
NERYS:
He can't let them go, can he?
[CROWD CHEERS]
Turn round, come on!
Turn round, man!
He'll be in front if he waits
for the next race to start!
Come on!
It's a disastrous start
for Dream Alliance.
He's about ten lengths behind.
MALDWYN: I hope you're
gonna give us a refund, Jan.
KERBY:
Come on, Dream boy!
In the back three
we've got Cousin Nicky.
Then on the inside,
Forgive Me Mary.
And still trailing by six,
possibly eight lengths,
is Dream Alliance, looking very
green at the back of the pack.
GERWYN: Daisy could run faster.
It was fun while it lasted.
PETER:
Oh, what a waste of money!
Neck and neck
with Penelope Star.
Inarco and Forgive Me Mary
in the middle of the field.
[]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Look at him now.
He's found the accelerator.
Clawing back some ground
is Dream Alliance,
beginning to run with purpose.
Here's our boy!
Come on, lad.
Come on, my boy.
He's coming! He's coming!
Dream Alliance pushes forward.
And he's on Inarco's heels now.
And as Cornell goes for broke,
Penelope Star in second.
Inarco slips back.
MAN: Come on!
Go on, Dream.
Dream Alliance battles his way
into fourth.
Go on, Dream!
Come on, Dream!
Dream Alliance,
making a real challenge
to get amongst the top three.
Come on!
Cornell takes it...
[ALL CHEERING]
Dream Alliance coming in
a strong fourth place.
Fourth! Fourth! Fourth!
Strong finish
for Dream Alliance.
With a better start, he could
have placed in the top three.
GOOSE: Yes!
MALDWYN: I won 20 quid.
No bloody chips!
Well done, my boy. Your mam
would have been so proud of you.
[MANIC STREET PREACHERS'
"A DESIGN FOR LIFE" PLAYING]
We don't talk about love...
ALL:
We only want to get drunk!
And we are not
Allowed to spend
As we are told
That this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
GERWYN:
We're gonna need a bigger bus!
[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
GOOSE: Come on, Dream!
[GERWYN LAUGHS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Hi, love. How's things?
Angela?
You promised me you'd never ever
even think of doing it again.
You can't
possibly have forgotten
what it was like last time?
Coming this close
to losing the house.
Having to raid
the kids' uni fund
to pay off the mortgage arrears.
All for some bloody horse.
And worst of all,
you've lied to me, Howard.
I know. I shouldn't have lied.
I swore I'd leave you
if you ever
got into another syndicate.
I've learnt my lesson.
And this won't get
out of hand, I promise.
I'm gonna have
those words written
on your bloody gravestone.
It's different this time.
There's a few of us
just chipping in a tenner a week
to have a bit of fun.
That's all it is.
Nothing is more important
to me than you.
This family.
Well, you have to make
your own choices.
But I don't want
anything to do with it.
And if you dare jeopardize
what we've got again...
[CHOIR SINGING SCALES]
[]
[GOOSE LAUGHING]
GOOSE: That was when I pinched
Dai Fats's prized cock!
[ALL LAUGH]
KERBY: Have a look at this!
HOWARD: We made the front page!
MALDWYN: Must be building a
tidy balance in the bank now.
Aye, all that prize money
but no mention
of when we'll see any of it.
KERBY:
You must be a witch, Jan Vokes.
Gotta be some reason
you got so lucky.
We'll win the Cheltenham Gold
Cup one day. I swear, we will.
[ALL CHEER]
KERBY: Come on.
MALDWYN:
Let's play some dominoes.
[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
[]
Hello, gorgeous.
How are you doing?
Oh...
You're looking lovely.
The other day at work,
I spent two hours
stacking tinned sweet corn.
And all I could
think about was...
[SNORTS]
Well...
all my life...
I've never been me.
I've been Elsie's daughter,
Dennis and Sasha's mother...
or Daisy's wife.
But watching you race...
I'm Jan.
PHILIP:
Mrs. Vokes.
Don't wanna disturb you.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
He's your horse.
Anyway, glad you dropped by.
Got some news for you.
Really? Newbury?
[]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
GERWYN: Where's the owners' bar?
BRIAN: There, boy.
My God, Howard.
You weren't wrong.
This really is something else.
Have any of you
spotted Clare Balding?
She must be around somewhere.
There's a rumor
Mick Jagger's here.
MAUREEN: Oh!
Not that I'm bothered, mind.
I suppose you're used to this.
Hanging out with the big knobs.
How do you mean?
That's what you do, isn't it?
Telling them rich buggers
how they can avoid paying tax.
Bit more complicated than that.
I call it
legalized robbery, myself.
I've just had a pee
next to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber.
I told him I thought Evita
was a far superior work
to Phantom of the Opera.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
Right, so look here. Dream's
still way out at 16-to-1.
Fearless Pursuit
is massive odds-on.
He's one of
His Lordship's horses.
Won the last nine
out of ten races.
This time he really is
up against the big boys.
She bred the damned horse
on an allotment!
On an allotment?
[MEN CHUCKLING]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]:
It's almost time
for the main event
at Newbury Festival.
The King Edward Challenge,
over two miles.
Lord Avery's horse,
Fearless Pursuit,
is the bookies' favorite.
Hoping for yet another victory.
He's shaping up to be
a true legend of the track.
You all right, girl?
It's a big race, Brian.
Hurdles and everything.
He's never done that
on a course this size.
No.
Out next is My Heaven,
in the light blue,
followed by reigning
champion Fearless Pursuit,
number four,
in yellow and lilac.
Owned, of course, by Lord Avery.
WOMAN:
Come on, Fearless Pursuit!
And the horse raised on
an allotment, Dream Alliance,
number three, in
the red and white striped cap.
Come on, Dream Alliance!
The horses taking a look
at the first hurdle
in the King Edward Challenge.
A wide range of experience
amongst our runners today.
For some of them, this is
their first time over jumps.
They're being called back now.
Come on, boy!
And they'll soon be good to go.
There we go.
Come on, hurry up.
Dream Alliance
yet to win a race.
Fearless Pursuit looking
every inch the aristocrat.
Trained at
the Berkshire Court stables,
let's see if Fearless Pursuit
can reign victorious again.
I think we're good to go for
this race. The flag is raised.
KERBY:
I've got sweaty palms. Feel.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Bunched neatly together.
It's a pretty good start.
Chauncey Lad taking
the early lead at the front.
A certain amount of jockeying
for position in behind.
Now muscling past Spring Morning
is Lord Avery's
Fearless Pursuit, number four,
asserting his dominance early
as they approach
the first hurdle.
My Heaven in third,
then Kelly's Nan,
then Justice Jones
and Dream Alliance
in the middle of the pack.
First jump, always a challenge.
[CROWD CHEERS]
The leaders are over, followed
by the rest of the pack.
HOWARD:
Good job.
GERWYN:
Come on now, boy!
Fearless Pursuit
and Spring Morning,
neck and neck as they
come over the next hurdle.
That's a nasty fall,
Jeanguin out of the race.
Both rider and horse up on
their feet, that's good to see.
Dream Alliance takes it
pretty smoothly.
[]
Setting a fast pace
is Fearless Pursuit,
who won this race in
commanding fashion last year.
They approach the next jump.
Dream Alliance inching his way
up the pack.
You can do this, boy.
Come on, my boy.
Dream Alliance muscles past
and finds his way into fourth
as they round the far bend.
GERWYN: Go on!
Come on!
Oh, my God, he's doing it.
Yes!
Heading round
to the final straight.
[ALL CHEERING]
Dream Alliance
giving all he's got.
Come on, Dream! Come on, my boy!
Dream Alliance showing
real spirit.
The boy from the valleys
scrapping his way
past My Heaven
and Spring Morning.
Letting Fearless Pursuit know
he's got a real fight
on his hands.
Dream Alliance threatening
the reigning champion,
Fearless Pursuit.
This is now a two-horse race
as they take the second last.
Come on, Dream!
They're over the last hurdle.
It's a titanic battle.
He's gonna do it!
Dream Alliance pulls ahead
of Fearless Pursuit.
He's gonna do it!
This rank outsider digging deep
and showing his class.
We did not see this coming!
Fight back! Come on, boy!
Could we be witnessing
the arrival of a new champion?
The young novice is powering
ahead, a length clear.
Now two lengths!
Dream Alliance,
he smells victory.
Untouchable now
as he pulls ahead.
And wins!
[ALL CHEERING]
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Dream Alliance stealing the
crown from Fearless Pursuit,
in a remarkable turn around
here at Newbury.
They'll be dancing
in the Welsh valleys tonight.
ALL: He's only gone and
done it La-la-la-la, hey!
La-la-la-la, hey!
Please welcome
to the winner's enclosure
the King Edward Challenge
champion, Dream Alliance!
[ALL CHEERING]
[LAUGHING]
[ALL GASPING]
MAUREEN:
Not on my hat!
GERWYN:
Behave yourself!
I am so proud of you. So proud.
And now it's time to present
the Challenge Cup
to Janet Vokes
and the Alliance Partnership.
[ALL CHEERING]
GOOSE:
Is that real gold?
[EXCLAIMS]
And not forgetting, of course,
the check for 26,250.
[ALL CHEER]
MAN: Split evenly, of course.
Yeah! Yeah!
AVERY: Congratulations.
Thank you.
Bad luck about
your Fearless Pursuit, butt.
[LAUGHS]
Has it occurred to you
this might be time
to take a tidy profit?
JAN:
How do you mean?
I'm prepared
to make a substantial offer.
Oh, God.
I'd never sell him. Never.
You haven't heard the offer yet.
I wouldn't sell him
for 500 million.
Well, if you change your mind...
[JAN CHUCKLES]
Hang on a minute.
That's not right.
The idea of selling Dream?
No, it's bloody ridiculous.
No, I mean, him offering
to buy him off Jan.
Horse belongs to all of us.
MALDWYN: Correct.
Any financial offer
should be put formally
to the syndicate
for consideration.
We're not selling him
and that's that.
With respect, Jan,
that's not for you to say.
Are you deaf, Gerwyn?
She's just bloody said it.
Legally she has no right to.
But morally she has every right.
Surely we can
all agree about that?
I...
Well...
HOWARD:
Come on, boys,
let's just celebrate our win.
[GABRIELLE'S "DREAMS" PLAYS
ON KARAOKE MACHINE]
ALL:
Dreams can come true
Look at me, babe
I'm with you
You know
You've got to have hope...
Oi, Rossi, feet off the chairs.
HOWARD: It's absolute
pandemonium in here.
I don't recognize half this lot.
I know.
People didn't even want to admit
they came from this village,
now half the valleys reckon
they live here.
How much do you reckon
Lord Snooty would've
offered us for Dream?
Tens, maybe
hundreds of thousands.
[WHISTLES]
[LAUGHS]
Thanks for standing up
for me before.
Oh, that's okay.
We both know
this has always been
about something
much more important than money.
Dreams can come true...
[ALL CHEERING, APPLAUDING]
[TOM JONES' "DELILAH" PLAYING
ON KARAOKE MACHINE]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[LAUGHS]
I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window
ALL:
La-da-da-da, da-da-da
I saw the flickering shadows
Of love on her blinds
ALL:
La-da-da-da, da-da-da
She was my woman
La-da-da-da
As she deceived me, I watched
And went out of my mind
My, my, my Delilah
E-mail you sent yesterday
to Sinclair Beatty.
Care to read it?
[CLEARS THROAT]
"Just quit moaning
and pay up, you bastards."
They had a tax bill.
I'm a tax advisor.
I advised them to pay it.
You know, Howard,
I've started to wonder lately
why you came
into this profession.
Oh, you're not the only one.
'Cause I have no idea why I sit
behind this desk all day...
helping rich bastards,
who can well afford
to pay their share,
save millions in tax.
While people out there
can barely afford
to put food on their tables.
You know, it's...
legalized robbery.
Howard, mate. No.
Has to be something better
I can do with my life.
[CLEAR THROAT]
MAN: He's taking the lamp.
Why is he taking the lamp?
Resigned?
What were you thinking?
I wasn't thinking, that's
the whole point. I was just...
[SIGHS]
It's what I feel.
It's what I felt for years.
I can't do that job anymore.
This is that bloody horse again,
isn't it?
Being involved with Jan and
the syndicate has made me feel
like I'm part
of something important
for the first time
in years, and...
And it's bloody fabulous.
It's selfish! And it's reckless!
I can work it out. We'll manage.
Oh, how exactly? On my wages?
JAN:
So I've been talking to Philip,
and he reckons Dream's bouncing,
in the form of his life.
Howard reckons it's partly
that new probiotic food
they got him on.
And they've got him in
that new equine swimming pool.
Dream absolutely loves it,
apparently.
Howard says swimming's brilliant
for building up muscle strength
in the hind quarters.
Brian?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV]
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Come on, spit it out.
[TV SHUTS OFF]
I miss him, is all.
Dream. It's stupid, isn't it?
Missing something
I didn't even know I wanted.
No, it's not stupid.
But still,
that's the way life is.
I shouldn't grumble.
But life's not like that, Brian.
That's the whole point.
There's a whole world out there
you don't see 'cause
you're watching the telly.
You what?
Look, when Dream arrived...
I saw you light up.
Look, I know you miss him.
But don't just...
settle back
into your old ways again.
I shouldn't have said anything.
[SCOFFS]
I don't mind, I'm happy enough.
No, Brian,
you're always "happy enough."
You lost your job, you said,
"Another one'll come along,"
and it never did.
You got arthritis,
you said, "Oh, well,
we all get old and ill
sooner or later."
I mean, when I first met you,
you were a fighter.
And now you just accept things.
You don't fight anymore.
So, what your dad said
was right.
You could have done
a lot better for yourself.
[TV CLICKS ON
AND MAN SPEAKING IN WELSH ON TV]
[SCOOTER ENGINE REVVING]
[BRAKES SQUEALING]
So I can evade tax,
but I can't avoid it?
Other way round, Nerys.
Avoid, not evade.
Evasion they don't like.
Got it.
Um, things are a little tight
cash-wise these days, so...
best sirloin.
Cheers, Nerys.
Enjoy.
Hello, Nerys.
Jan.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Whoo, heh!
It's looking very smart, Howard.
Well, the, uh, refurbishment
is, um, ongoing.
How come though?
You had a good job
in Cardiff, didn't you?
Uh, well, I realized
I couldn't do it anymore.
And I wasn't gonna live a life
of lost chances like my dad.
What happened to him?
Uh...
Ran away from home at 14
with a dream
of being a famous jockey.
Lied about his age,
got a job at a racing stables.
The coppers tracked him down,
brought him home.
Became a lifer at the steelworks
and that was that.
"Don't let them crush
your dreams," he used to say.
At least I've had plenty of time
to keep on top
of the syndicate finances.
Believe it or not,
we're showing an overall profit
of about 100 grand.
Good God.
I never in a million years
thought we'd make
this kind of money.
That's not the only good news.
Philip Hobbs wants to race Dream
at Aintree on Saturday.
Oh, my God.
I know, I know.
[SIGHING]
ELSIE: A wedding, is it?
JAN: No, Mam.
It's two
of the yellow ones, Dad.
I've taken two.
No, you've only taken the white.
ELSIE: Sasha. Is our
Sasha getting married?
No, Mam.
I told you, I'm off to Aintree
'cause Dream's racing there.
Aintree!
Bert, did you hear that?
We'll watch it
on the telly, Jan.
We love doing that.
[BIRD CHIRPING]
I need you to pick up my
prescription from the chemist.
Is that all you can say, Dad?
What?
The horse I bred
is racing in the biggest meet
in the calendar
and that's all you can say?
I'll see you later.
[]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]:
Welcome to Aintree,
where we've got
a record-breaking attendance
on the course of 75,000 people.
Here to celebrate the very best
of British racing.
The going is good
as the horses gather
at the starting line
for the next race.
A three-mile, half a furlong
handicap over hurdles.
GERWYN:
Look at that.
[ALL CHUCKLING]
There he is!
Looking good.
All right, Daisy?
Tidy enough, thanks.
Horses coming out onto
the course led by Real Charmer.
Very much on his toes,
keen to get on with things,
alongside Aurora's Encore,
a winner here just two days ago.
Dream Alliance, in his now
familiar red and white colors,
is number three on your card,
and number one is...
Come on, boy.
Hey, he's looking good.
Over there, look.
Come on, Dreamy!
Starter is calling them forward.
HOWARD: I got a good feeling.
Come on, Dream!
Flag's up.
And they're off and racing.
[ALL CHEERING]
Come on, Dreamy boy!
Come on, Dream!
A good start.
Dream Alliance challenging
According To Pete,
racing in
the blue and white colors,
currently in the middle
of the field.
Come on, Dreamy boy.
Deep Focus edges past
Buena Vista now
while Dream Alliance tries
to make ground
on the outside
of According To Pete.
Approaching the next flight...
[CROWD GASPS]
Deep Focus is out of the race.
Takes a hefty fall.
Horse and jockey look okay.
Is he up?
Quickly on their feet.
Come on, Dream!
Buena Vista sets a steady pace,
with the pack, as they approach
the next flight of hurdles.
Yeah!
Dream Alliance is jumping
with real confidence.
Come on, Dream. Come on, boy!
Chased hard
by both Superior Wisdom
and then comes Aurora's Encore.
Go on, Dream!
Come on, Dream!
Come on!
Dream Alliance just a length
and a half behind.
Dream Alliance and According
to Pete neck and neck.
Nothing between these two
as they take the next.
Dream.
And the field
head round the final bend.
Buena Vista continues
to lead the way.
According To Pete
on his outside.
Superior Wisdom in third and
behind them Aurora's Encore.
BRIAN: Where's Dream?
I can't see him either.
JAN:
Howard, can you see anything?
HOWARD:
He's not there.
GERWYN: Can you see him?
Oh, Jesus.
What? What's happening?
Let me see.
They're putting screens
round him.
MALDWYN:
Oh, no.
Means they're gonna
shoot him, don't it?
MALDWYN:
Stay calm, everyone.
JAN:
The vet's arrived.
Oh, God, they can't shoot him.
They can't.
If his leg's broken,
they'd have to, Jan.
I'm calling Philip.
GOOSE:
What they saying?
HOWARD:
Pick up, Philip, pick up.
Philip?
Put him on speaker.
HOWARD:
What's happening?
They can't tell how bad it is.
Looks like
he's severed a tendon.
HOWARD:
That's serious, isn't it?
PHILIP:
If confirmed,
he'd never run again.
[DREAM ALLIANCE NEIGHS]
VET: Philip?
Yeah. Hold on.
Oh, please, God,
we can't lose him.
We can't lose him. We can't.
It's kinder to put
a horse down immediately
#you know?
In these circumstances, @
WOMAN: All right.
VET: Whoa, stand clear!
[WHINNIES]
Hello, Howard.
Vet thinks the tendon
may not be completely severed
and there's a chance
it could be repaired.
Then try, for God's sake,
if there's the faintest chance
of saving him.
I have to warn you, If the
tendon can't be repaired,
he'd still
have to be euthanized.
Right, Philip.
And if we remove him
from the course
and the operation does fail,
you would lose
the insurance money
and, of course,
face substantial bills.
VET: Philip, we don't have time.
I really need an answer.
How much is he insured for?
Currently, 120,000 pound.
Maybe we need to discuss this.
No, there's nothing to discuss.
What's there to discuss?
Well, 120 grand, to start with!
That's a hell of a lot of money.
MALDWYN:
He belongs to all of us,
and any decision
about what happens to him
should be taken collectively.
NERYS: Fair point.
But...
Like it should have been
that day
Lord Avery offered to buy him.
You're not still on about that?
Wait. Listen.
This is the second time, innit?
He's out there right now!
[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]
Everybody be quiet
and just listen to Janet!
Look, before Dream...
who were we?
Gerwyn?
Kerby?
We lost our jobs, our community.
Even lost our pride.
And then Dream came along
and reminded us all
what life is like
when you have hope.
Dream's out on that course
in agony,
his life hanging by a thread,
and you're talking about
putting a gun to his head
so you can have a couple
of grand in your pockets.
Too bloody right.
Dream's never asked us
for anything before.
He's just given us his all.
HOWARD: Yeah.
Dream has given me
a second chance.
He's given us all
a second chance.
And now...
I think we need to give him one.
GERWYN: Fair enough.
Yeah.
Hmm? Right.
Philip.
Tell them they gotta do whatever
they can to try and save him.
VET:
Steady on! Steady, Dream.
[]
BRIAN:
Anything?
[SIGHS]
Brian, I...
It's... It's all right, girl.
Dream's had an accident.
They've been operating on him
through the night.
[ANGELA SIGHS]
[CROW CAWING]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING AND RINGING]
Philip? What's the news?
I see.
Right.
Okay, thanks.
Well?
We hope he'll be able
to walk again.
Yeah.
But you do understand,
the chances of him racing again
are virtually nonexistent.
All I care about
is he gets well.
Yeah.
BRIAN: Oh...
PHILIP:
And if the tendon won't heal
and he's lame...
Well, then we'll have
to consider his quality of life.
Oh...
Hello.
God, Dream, you had me worried.
[BRIAN SIGHS]
[MEIC STEVENS' "LOVE OWED
[AKA LOVE ODE]" PLAYING]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
I would not ask
A wish of you
It would only
Bring you sorrow
Turn my face from today
Again until tomorrow
[SIGHS]
But I will walk
And I will run
You know
I'm gonna have my fun
And I will stay
And I will pray
For you
You are my only one
[SCANNER BEEPING]
MAN:
Thank you.
CASHIER:
Okay.
[SCANNER BEEPING]
Mrs. Davies?
Angela? I'm Jan.
From the syndicate.
Oh, right.
Hi.
How's Howard?
Haven't seen him in a while.
Not since what happened
with Dream.
Yes, I, uh... I heard.
I was, um, so sorry
about his accident.
Thanks. He's alive,
that's the main thing.
Yes.
Well, I...
I just, um, wanted to say
I think it's brilliant.
Supporting Howard
the way you did
with the syndicate
and everything.
I mean, after the last time,
a lot of wives
wouldn't have done that.
It wasn't until
he told me that story
about his dad running away
and becoming a jockey
that I really understood why
this mattered to him so much.
But I guess
you knew that all along.
Yes.
Well, uh, thanks.
That's 18.90, please.
Thanks.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING AND RINGING]
Brian?
Listen, Jan, it's your dad.
I'm sorry. I've called
an ambulance, but...
I'm two minutes away.
[]
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[JAN SIGHS]
[CRYING]
[SNIFFLES]
[SNIFFLES]
[GULPS]
[SIGHS, THEN CRYING]
[COMPUTER CHIMES]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[]
Well, there he is.
[]
Oh, good God.
You said he could walk, but is
he really up to being ridden?
[WHINNYING]
Oh, he's going
pretty well, isn't he?
Well done, boy.
Unbelievable!
[GASPS]
My God.
[CHUCKLES]
I swear, he winked at me.
HOWARD: It's miraculous.
PHILIP: The stem cell treatment
was a complete success.
The vet thinks
the tendon's stronger now
than before the injury.
He's running faster than ever.
How come you never mentioned
he was coming on so well?
Didn't wanna raise any
false hopes until we were sure.
Of what?
We think he's ready to race.
HOWARD: You're joking?
We're thinking
The Welsh National.
That would be incredible.
But after all
you've been through...
I need to be sure
it's what you want.
Can't bear the thought
of him risking his life again!
I don't see the problem.
[OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS]
I don't think we can take the
risk after all that's happened.
But it'd be the comeback
of all comebacks!
That's rich from you.
You were ready to write him off.
We'd all written him off.
You saw him on the gallops.
And you heard what Philip Hobbs
said, it's miraculous.
I mean, surely it's a sign.
Dream wants to keep going.
He lives to race.
It's in his blood, innit?
GERWYN: Out on that
track, when he was hurt,
you said we owed him a chance
because of
what he'd done for us.
What was that chance for
if not to let him race again?
JAN: But not at The Welsh Grand
National, it's too dangerous.
Tell him, Brian.
It's just too big a risk.
I would, Jan.
But I can see
what they're saying.
[WHISPERS]
How could you?
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[DOOR OPENS]
That's why I'm single, see?
Jan.
I thought you cared about Dream.
I do.
Of course I care about him.
When Dream come along,
took me right back
to when I was young.
Wanting to be a farmer.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
All those hopes I'd given up on.
And it hurt like hell
when he went
to live at the stables.
Almost as much as it hurt
when he fell at Aintree.
You spoke for him then,
when he couldn't.
But if Dream was here now
and he could speak...
[CHUCKLES]
He'd tell you
he wants to race.
It's in his blood.
You know I'm right.
Let him run, Jan.
I just can't bear the thought
of him getting hurt again.
I know.
But you were right.
We can't stop ourselves
from dreaming of bigger things.
[SNIFFLING]
Come on, love.
Come on.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[]
There you go.
See you.
Where's your glad rags?
You better get a shift on
or you'll miss the coach.
I'm not going.
Can't afford it, butt.
You gotta come.
We'll have a whip round.
Bugger off.
I'll put the money I'm saving
by not going on Dream.
Twenty quid,
Dream Alliance to win.
I'll watch it in the club
with a pint in my hand.
Now you tell our boy
to run the race of his life.
Right, I'm off!
Why are you all...?
We thought
we might come along too.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
ANGELA:
What the hell is that?
[LAUGHS]
What do you reckon?
Angela and the kids in there.
Howard, you're lying down
in the hearse.
Couldn't fit you all
in the coach!
We had to think laterally!
Ha-ha!
HOWARD:
Come on, follow me.
In you go, love.
KEVIN:
Come on! Giddyup.
You didn't wake up
This morning
'Cause you didn't go to bed
You were watching the whites
Of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall
Is ticking...
ALL: We're off To
see our horse race
We're off to see
Our horse race
[BUS HORN HONKS]
It's gonna be all right,
isn't it?
Good luck, Jan. Good luck.
Cheers, John.
HOWARD: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
HOWARD: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
MAN:
Has it started?
Yeah, it's starting now.
Excuse me...
[ALL CHATTERING]
This is the day
When things fall into place
[ALL CLAMORING]
This is the day
Your life must surely change
This is the day when
Things fall into place...
I should never have said yes
to putting these bets on
for the boys in the club.
Here you are.
You start down that end.
Tenner each
on Dream Alliance to win.
Sharpish,
we can't miss the anthem.
Uh, tenner on Dream to win.
Tenner on Dream to win.
This is the day
Ooh!
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: Welcome,
everyone, to Chepstow.
To the greatest day
in the Welsh race calendar!
The day
of the Welsh Grand National!
[ALL CHEER]
And welcome back to the course
from a serious injury,
from the valleys,
Dream Alliance!
[ALL CHEER]
And to his breeder, Janet Vokes.
[ALL CHEER]
Now please join with
that great voice of Wales,
Katherine Jenkins,
in the singing
of the Welsh National Anthem.
[DRUM ROLL OVER SPEAKERS]
[SINGING IN WELSH]
[ALL SINGING IN WELSH]
[ALL CHEERING]
Go on, my boy!
MAN: Dream! Dream! Dream!
Oh, dear! Oh!
Oh, my God.
Is that Rod Stewart?
Oh, he never misses the Welsh.
ANNOUNCER [ON TV]: The horses
circling now, raring to race.
There they are.
This year's runners and riders
in the Welsh Grand National.
Dream Alliance. First race back
after a long convalescence.
Looking a little bit unsettled.
Oh, God, there he is.
There he is.
His ruptured tendon the cause
of his nerves, perhaps.
Understandable.
Le Beau Bai, number nine,
is the bookies' favorite
after a great year for him.
Tapes go across
and we'll be
under starter's orders.
Anxious wait while
the starter raises his flag.
HOWARD:
Under starter's orders!
[WHINNYING]
BRIAN:
After a fire. Come on, boy.
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GERWYN:
Come on, then.
[HORSE WHINNIES, ECHOING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Come on, Dream.
A grueling race
that's seen plenty of drama
in its time.
Come on, Dream. Go on, boy.
Come on, Dream!
Leading is Operation Houdini,
in the yellow and black.
Get around safely, eh?
Get around safely.
Having work to do
at the rear of the pack
is Dream Alliance, number three.
Come on, Dream. Go on.
Come on, boy. Come on.
As they head to the first bend,
Operation Houdini
still holds his position
in the lead.
He's coming over the rise there.
Come on.
Pack are now climbing steeply
on this punishing course.
GERWYN:
Come on, Dream!
Ahead of them looms the
challenge of the first fence.
Coming to the first now.
Come on, Dream!
[CROWD CHEERS]
GERWYN:
Come on, Dream!
[NEIGHS]
[ALL CHEER]
Dream Alliance,
still the back marker,
approaching the second fence.
[ALL CHEERING]
He's got it.
Yes!
[ALL GASPING]
And they're all clear.
Approaching the far bend,
Operation Houdini slipping away.
JAN:
Come on, lad. Come on, my boy.
Dream Alliance looks like
he's making a move!
Muscling through,
pushing Cornish Chef,
then Nositch out of the way.
That's the way!
HOWARD: Come on, Dream!
The pack rounding the far bend,
and Dream Alliance sneaks
past Hello Bud and Old Benny.
Go on! Go on, boy!
Look, Jan!
Dream Alliance battling his way
past Operation Houdini
as he barges into second place!
This is incredible!
Silver By Nature has got
a real scrap on his hands now!
[ALL CLAMORING]
Dream Alliance and Silver
By Nature locked in a duel
as they approach
the second to last.
Come on, boy! Come on.
All right! Come on!
Dream Alliance
tightening every sinew
as they take the final jump.
Oh, a slip by Silver By Nature,
and Dream Alliance lands ahead
and steals the lead
for the first time in the race!
[ALL CHEERING]
Yes! Yes!
Come on! Come on!
Dream Alliance in first place
but Silver By Nature
is fighting back!
Come on, Dream!
He's pulling away
from Dream Alliance!
Go, my boy!
Go on! Go!
Both horses giving it
everything they've got!
My boy.
Dream Alliance pulling ahead!
[ALL CHEERING]
Go on!
The boy from the valleys
proving he's up there
with the best in the world!
Go, Dream!
[ALL CHEERING]
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Hey!
[ALL CHEER]
First place, Dream Alliance!
A fairy-tale return from injury
to conquer
this Welsh Grand National!
Oh, lovely.
ALL [CHANTING]:
Dream! Dream! Dream!
[ALL CHEERING]
I bloody knew he was a champion
right from the start!
[LAUGHING]
You did it.
Hey, well done, girl.
Well done.
GERWYN:
Unbelievable.
[ALL CHATTERING, LAUGHING]
Please give a rapturous welcome
to the horse
born on an allotment
and now the Welsh
Grand National champion,
Dream Alliance!
[ALL CHEERING]
GOOSE:
Come on, Dreamy boy!
You gorgeous, clever,
lion-hearted boy, you.
Well done! Well done.
I told you, he's got spirit.
Who'd have thought, eh?
Well done.
Oh, thank you.
PHILIP: Bloody well done.
[EXCLAIMS, LAUGHING]
[LAUGHING]
He's crying.
No, I'm not.
Where's Howard?
GOOSE:
All went well, Dreamy boy.
I love him.
Come on now, let's go.
[LAUGHING]
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ANGELA: Howard?
All right?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Just needed a moment.
Quiet word with Dad...
about how this win was for him.
He'd be very proud.
Dream's a beauty, isn't he?
Proper valleys boy.
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[MARCHING BAND PLAYING FANFARE]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Hey! Best day of my life!
[LAUGHING]
Oh, what a day!
Whoo!
Hey.
[ALL SINGING IN WELSH]
[ALL CHEERING]
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[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
[TOM JONES' "DELILAH" PLAYING]
I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows
Of love on the blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me
I watched
And went out of mind
ALL:
My, my, my Delilah
La-da-da-da, da-da-da
Why, why, why Delilah?
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
I could see that girl
Was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave
That no man could free
At break of day
When that man drove away
I was waiting
I crossed the street
To her house
And she opened the door
She stood there laughing
ALL:
Ha-ha-ha-ha
I felt the knife in my hand
And she laughed no more
ALL:
My, my, my Delilah
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
Why, why, why Delilah?
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da
So before they come
To break down the door
Forgive me, Delilah
I just couldn't take anymore
Forgive me, Delilah
I just couldn't take anymore!
[ALL CHEERING]
ROB ROSSI: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL: Oi, oi, oi!
ROB ROSSI: Oggy, oggy, oggy!
Oi, oi, oi!
ROB ROSSI: Oggy!
ALL: Oi!
ROB ROSSI: Oggy!
ALL: Oi!
ROB ROSSI:
Oggy, oggy, oggy!
ALL:
Oi, oi, oi!
[ALL LAUGHING, CHEERING]
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