All language subtitles for Dream.Horse.2020.PROPER.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG2_English

[helicopter whirring]

[indistinct voice
over loudspeaker]

[heartbeat]

[crowd cheering]

[heartbeat pace increases]

[horses galloping]

[snoring]

[snorts, sighs]

[alarm clock beeping]

[beeping stops]

[dog whimpers]

[water running]

[sighs]

And how are we today?

[quacking]You feeling better?
[chuckles]

Be good.

[door opens][quacks]

[horse blusters]

[whirring]

[scanner beeping]

£16.83, please.

£32.28, please.

[sighs]

[neighbor 1] Hi, Jan.[neighbor 2] Hi, Jan.

All right, Cath? Anne?

[vacuum cleaner whirring]Mam?

Are you all right?[woman] I'm fine, love.

I just knelt down
to try and light the fire.

Couldn't get up again.
[chuckles]

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 Tesco's."

[Jan] Co-op, Mam.
I work at the Co-op.[vacuum cleaner stops]

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.

[man] 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 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. Bye-bye.

[sighs]

State of my parents.

Dad calls,
said Mam's had a fall.

Dashed round
thinking she'd had a stroke.

She all right?Yeah. She's just had
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.

[cow bellows]

There was that time I lost
my watch up there, mind.

Brian?

I've won
the EuroMillions.

[Brian chuckles]

I'm having an affair
with John the post.

[Brian]
Absolutely bloody clueless.

I'm leaving you, Brian.I've seen it all now.

What's for tea, love?

[cow on TV bellows]

[speakers:
instrumental music playing]

[instrumental music
continues playing]

[chattering]

[man] I nearly
crashed my car earlier.

Those wild ponies are down
off the mountain again.

[man 2] Aye. Lured by chips
and curry sauce.

Cheer up, Gerwyn.
Might never happen.

You mean you paying
your bar tab? I'd already
drawn that conclusion.

No more credit.

[man]
I'm telling you, boys.

Our horse, Sweet Gemma,
was in the race of her life.

And you know what gave her
the edge? Her good breeding.

[man 2] Bona fide
thoroughbred she was.

[man] Coming round
the far bend, she's
still going well.

She's 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!

[men laughing,
chattering]

I duck under the rails--[man 3] Totally illegal.

[man] Totally illegal,
and I run across the track
to congratulate her.

She was my horse,
and she won!

[laughing]

Haven't seen him
in here before.

[man 3]
You gotta dream big.

Howard Davies,
accountant-type.

Used to drink
up 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.

Word is, he almost
lost everything:

pile of cash,
house, missus.

[tap gurgles]Bitter's gone.

[Howard] Who's having
one more? Before we go?

[men chattering]

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 more affordable
than you think.

Bring them over
can you, please? Thanks.

You've got arms,
haven't you?

Gerwyn said
to put it on my slate.

[Brian snoring]

[whirring]

[woman] There's a spillage
in aisle six.

It looks like
chicken korma.

[sighs]

What's for tea, love?Just starting on it now.

Hello.

You are not
gonna believe this.

The goat's
got ringworm.

And now this duck
has got bumblefoot
like the others.

[man speaking on TV]

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?

[TV off]

I want you to help me
buy a mare.

You'll never learn to ride
at your age.

I'm going to breed
a racehorse.

Aye, 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.

Then let's get you
another pigeon.
Or two even.

I'm breeding a racehorse.
I've done my research.

A lot more to learn,
I'm sure.

But there's this fella
that comes in the club.

What fella?Howard. Bit arrogant.

But he's an expert,
and I'm hoping he'll help.

[laughing]
It's absolute madness.

I mean, to even think
of breeding a racehorse,

you're gonna need to buy
a thoroughbred mare.

Where you gonna get
one of those?

"Retired pedigree racehorse
for brood mare."

£300?

Oh, Jan, man.

[Brian] £300.

Could have gone
to Benidorm for that.

[man] Top racehorse, she was.[Jan] No, she wasn't.
I checked.

But she got good ancestry,
though.

And her father's
father's father,
what a stallion.

His semen has gone
all over the world.

You're lovely.
Yes, you are.

Where the bloody hell
are we gonna keep her?

[horse whinnies]

[gears grinding]

[woman] What the hell is that?

[man] Oi.[groans]

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.

[truck horn honking]

Oh, what's that racket?

I hope it's got
its emissions certificate.

[gears grinding]

No business
bringing a vehicle
that size down here.

[engine off]

[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.

Hello.

Hello.

All right.

Come on, Rewbell.
Come on.

[Rewbell blustering]Come on, Rewbell.

Come on, Rewbell.

Come on.

Come on, lovely.Here, let me.

[woman] 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.

[woman] They can't
get the bloody thing out.

What about one of these?

You like that?

Wanna come down, yeah?
Down we go.

Yeah.

All right.

Good girl.
Come on. Come on.

There you are.

Not much,
but it's home.

[chuckles]

[door opens, shuts]

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.

You mean, you've actually gone
and bought a mare?

Gotta find
the right stallion now.

Seen a couple
I like the look of.

Yeah?

You got the ten grand
for the stud fees, have you?

Vet's charges,
stabling, insurance?

And 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 mean, I know
it's complicated, but--

Yeah, it is.
But 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.

["Holding A Dream"
by Gene Latter playing]

♪ Sounds good♪

♪ I saw the smile
On your face♪

♪ And the look in your eye♪

♪ When you pass by to me♪

♪ What you don't realize♪

♪ That I'm hurt deep inside♪

Right.
And that's what I'm doing.

I'm going to kick you out.

♪ You said that
I don't need you♪

♪ I want you
More than need you♪

Don't judge me, Jan.
They're my only solace.

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♪

[woman] The tax compliance
framework for Sinclair Beatty.

Need that done by 3:00.

And I need this one done
by lunchtime.

[goat bleats, geese honking]

[chickens cluck]

[yelps][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.

[horse blusters]

[sighs]

[Brian sighs]

[footsteps approach]

Just as I thought.
Having to beat them back
at the door, are you?

[Brian] Very funny, Gerwyn.

Well, Jan, no one can say
you didn't try, love.

One more minute, Brian.

[Gerwyn] Your missus know
you're doing this, Howard?

No danger of losing your house
with this non-starter.

[footsteps approach]

Oh.

Evening, all. Gerwyn.

I'm fully briefed
and ready to assess
the viability of this venture.

Maureen!
Glad you could make it.

Nothing on the telly.

I just gotta say,

I know absolutely sod all
about racehorses.

That's all right, Maureen.
I've done the research
for all of us.

[door opens]

[Brian] Well, well.[Jan] Hi, Goose.

All right.Have a seat.

Goose, is it?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.

Take a seat, Nerys.

Sorry, Howard.
Got totally lost, mate.

Hello. Peter.

Daisy.

Bloody satnav 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.

[Jan] Right.
Welcome, everyone.

Let's crack on.[door slams open]

[man] 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.Oh.

So-- [clears throat]
the purpose of this meeting--

[all grunt]

[Jan] Brian, have you got 50p?

[Maldwyn] Where's the
organization in this place?

[Brian]
There you go, love.

[Kerby]
No one touch my tenner.

[Maureen] Oh, yes.[Kerby] There you go.
Bob's your uncle.

[all chattering]

[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'll have
enough of that with Kerby.[Maureen laughs]

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
dollars before he retired.

They wanted
three grand stud fee,
but I knocked them right down.

-Which we will pay.
-Gonna rob a bank,
are you, Daisy?

[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
one percent 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 "craic"
is 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."

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.

[laughing, chattering]

[gears grind]

[engine off]

[horse whinnies]

[man] Mrs. Vokes?

I'm James.Sorry we're late.

Oh, 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. Yeah.

Well, Bien Bien is known
to upgrade his mares.
[chuckles]

Go get him, girl.Brian.

[Rewbell nickers]

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?

[laughs]

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.

[hooves clopping]

[James whistles]

That was good cover!

I hope he bought her
a drink first! [laughs]

[quacking, honking]

[heartbeat on
ultrasound scanner]

[Rewbell nickers]

What are you
looking at?

What do you want,
then? Eh?

What do you want?[nickers]

Oh, I know.[sniffing]

I know. It's my mints
you're after, isn't it?

Eh? You only want me
for my mints.

[bleats]

[phone vibrating]

Brian?

Oh, my God. I said!

Didn't I say it'd be
this week? I'm on my way.

Jan.

Jan, can I have
a word?

Jan![gasps]

Hello.

Oh, God, he's gorgeous,
isn't he?

Hello.

Where's Rewbell?

We've lost her, love.

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...

There was nothing we could do,
was there, Ron?

[chattering]

[Brian]
Lovely, isn't he?

Maureen. Goose.

[chuckling]

[nickers][all] Aw.

I wasn't sure we should
carry on after Rewbell.

Poor old girl.

But look at him.
He's a real fighter.

[man] Will you look at that.

[man 2]
What about Foal Throttle?

Butcher's Boy.[Brian] Daisy Chain.

Lost Youth.[man 3] Colt Leader.

Don't Tell The Missus.[Goose] Welsh Wind!

Kerby's the expert
on Welsh wind.

[all laugh]

What about Colin?

After Colin Jackson.

I used to love seeing him
fly over those hurdles.

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, Jan.
That's good.

Nah.

Let's have a vote.

"Cefn Rocket,"
three votes.

-"Kerby," one vote.
-Worth a shot.

[laughing]"Dream Alliance,"
12 votes.

[all] Hey!

So, I am completely chuffed
to the bollocks

to announce the winner
is Dream Alliance!

[all cheer]

Dream Alliance!

Dream Alliance!Dream Alliance!

[man 4] Go on, Dream.[man 5] Go on, Dreamy boy.

So, you got a name.

Dream Alliance.
What do you think?

[Dream nickers]

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.

Dad was so proud of me.

Took me for a milk shake
at Gambarini's café after
to celebrate.

Mmm. Seemed like anything
was possible.

[Dream nickers]

["Fire in My Heart" by
Super Furry Animals playing]

♪ I've got a fire in my heart
For you♪

[nickers]

♪ 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♪

[song continues playing]

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 you go, 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♪

♪ I've got a fire in my heart
For you♪

♪ I've got a fire in my heart
For you♪

[song fades]

[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.

[exhales]

[man] Hello?

Well, you've 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 guv'nor's
with an owner.

Let's get him out, Brian.Aye.

-[man] Guv'nor?
-[Philip] Excuse me.

[man] They say 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.

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 only 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.
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.

[clicking tongue]

Come on, boy. Come on.
[clicks tongue]

[whinnies][rider] Whoa.

Whoa.

-[whinnies]
-Eh, eh.

Calm. Come on, boy.
Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

With a bit of work...

be worth giving him a crack
at your local gymkhana.
Good luck.

[whinnies]

Come on. Walk on.

He's not having it, Jan.

Come on, boy.
Walk on. Come on.

Come on, lad.

[rider] Come on.
Ooh! Whoa.

Come on. Come on, boy.
Walk on.

Come on. That's it.
Come on.

Come on. Good boy.

Good boy.

Guv'nor?

Well?

[Philip] He's pretty rough
around the edges...

but he's definitely got
something about him.

It's...

spirit.

Character.

Like his owners.

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 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.
[clicks tongue]

[Dream blusters]

[Jan] Hello?[door shuts]

[Jan's mom] 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.

[Jan's dad] 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.

[Jan] Let me, Brian.
You get off home.It's damp.

[Brian grunts]

Well, a fat
lot of use he was.

[Jan's mom] He can't help
his arthritis.

He could have helped getting
our Janet in the family way
when she was only 17.

[scoffs]
It's been 30 years, Dad.
Can you just leave it, now?

[phone vibrates]

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?

[shouts]
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, anyway?

Chepstow's not that far.

Well, Kev and I just wanted
to make a real day of it.

You know,
savor the atmosphere.

Have a couple of bevvies
and a bar snack.

Ta, love.

You still haven't told Angela
about all this?

You know,
I'll let her know in time.

She'll be absolutely fine
with it.

[engine starts]

[snoring]

♪ Daisy's got his teeth in
Daisy's got his teeth in♪

Good luck, Jan!Thanks, lovely!

John!

♪ We're off
To see our horse race♪

♪ We're off to see
Our horse race♪

[alarm beeping]

-[Goose] Here he comes!
-[Nerys] Fine figure of a man.

[all] Ooh...

[all cheer]

[Goose]
Slept in, did we, Kerby?

No, no.
You're not sitting here.

Your flies are undone.

The cage may be open,
but the beast is asleep.

-Room for two more?
-[all cheer]

[chattering]

[Gerwyn] Oh, the dynamic duo.We are off to the races!

[cheering]

[man] Oggy, oggy, oggy![all] Oi, oi, oi!

Oh, I haven't been
so excited

since Wales beat England
that day at Wembley!

Shat on them, we did![all laugh]

[indistinct announcer over PA]

Whoo!

[Goose]
Here we go, here we go!

[Maureen] What a sight.
The jockeys are so small.

[Howard] Come on, everyone.
Owners' and trainers' bar,
here we come.

[crowd cheering]

[announcer on PA continues]

[Gordon] I suppose
we should put a bet on.

[Gerwyn] Yeah, 10-to-1
Kerby gets drunk. [laughs]

[man] Do you know how to make
a small fortune out of horses?

Start with a large fortune.

Sorry, sir.
Owners only.

[chuckles]
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
onto 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.
-[man] Come on, mate.

[Gordon] Look out.
Welsh champagne.

Be here all day.

[Gerwyn] You'll be pissing
like a racehorse.

[man 3] Come on.

Never mind him. Come on.[all cheer]

[Goose] Classy in here,
ain't it? Nice soft lighting.

[Brian]
All the big knobs are in here.

I seem to have
misplaced mine.

Strictly no admission
into the owners' enclosure
without a pass.

[Maureen]
Ooh, finger food, is it?

Some for later?Brian.

They're free, love.[Kerby chuckles]

[Brian] Oh, 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] 38 quid,
the cheeky buggers!

Ooh.[Gerwyn] 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] Oh, look out.
He's off again.[men laughing] Ooh...

I'm sorry.
Have we met?

We have now, butt.
Tempt you to a can?

It's nice to share a drink
with a fellow owner, isn't it?

Ah, you're an owner.

How many?

Well, there's
about 20 of us.

[all] All right!

[chuckling]

I mean, how many horses
do you own?

[chuckles] Just the one.Excellent. 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 over speaker]
And the horses
for the bumper race

are making their way
to the paddock.

Here we go.[Nerys] We're up next.

Everyone got your bets on?[all] Yeah.

Wait. We must have a toast.

That's right.

To us.

[all] To us.

To Dream.

To Dream.

Come on.

[announcer on PA]
We're moving on here
at Chepstow.

The conditions are good,
so we should have

quite a tussle
in this race for beginners.

Jockeys are mounting
and they're making
their way down to the start.

So, he's there. He's up on
the big screen. There he is.

[Jan] Oh, look, there he is.

They're all on the racecourse
and should be good to go.

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 at this stage
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 around 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.

[Dream whinnies] Let's see if he settles down.

If he keeps going in
that direction, he'll end up
back in the village.

- They are under orders.
-Turn around, boy.

Dream Alliance still having
a bit of bother.

Will he let them go?[Gerwyn] Turn him around!

Turn him around!

[Maldwyn]
He's at the back! Look!

[Nerys]
He can't let them go, can he?

[crowd cheering]

Turn around. Come on.

Turn around, man!
They've all gone!

[Maldwyn] 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 the pack.

[Maldwyn] I hope you're gonna
give us a refund, Jan.

[crowd chattering]

[Kerby] Come on, Dream, boy.

Come on.[Gerwyn] He's miles
behind the others.

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]
Even Daisy could run faster.

[man] It was fun
while it lasted.

[Goose] Come on, Dreamy boy,
you can do it.

[Peter]
Mate, what a waste of money!

Inarco and Forgive Me Mary
in the middle of the field.

Look at him now.
He's found the accelerator.

Clawing back some ground
is Dream Alliance.

He'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.

Go on, Dream.

Dream Alliance battles
his way into fourth.

Go on, Dream!

Come on, Dream!

[crowd cheering]

Dream Alliance
making a real challenge

to get amongst
the top three.

Come on!

Cornell takes it,

second Penelope Star. [cheering]

High And Clear in third.

And Dream Alliance coming in
a strong fourth place.

[shouts]

Fourth! Fourth! Fourth!

I had him down for fourth!

Yes! I won 20 quid!

No bloody chips!

Well done, my boy.

Your mam would have been
so proud of you.

["A Design For Life" by Manic
Street Preachers playing]

♪ We don't talk about love♪

♪ 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!

[chattering]

[song ends]

[door shuts]

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.

And 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 completely 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]

[chattering][Goose laughing]

And that was when I pinched
Dai Fats' prized cock!

-[laughing]
-[Kerby] Have a look at this!

[Howard] We made
the front page of the Argus!

[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.

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]

[Maldwyn] Come on.
Let's go play some dominos.

[Goose] No, let's have
a game of darts.

[chattering]

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...

[blusters]

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?

[Gerwyn] Where's
the owners' bar, then?[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] Ooh.

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
all day, isn't it?

Telling them rich buggers
how they can avoid paying tax.

Bit more complicated
than that, Kerby.

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.

[chuckling]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.

He's won the last
nine out of ten races.

This time he really is
up against the big boys.

And she bred the damn horse
on an allotment!

An allotment!

[men laugh]

[announcer] It's almost time
for the main event here

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.

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.

And the horse raised on
an allotment, Dream Alliance,

number three, in the
red and white striped cap.

[cheering]

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, then, 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 famous race.
The flag is raised.

[Kerby]
I've got sweaty palms. Feel.

[crowd cheering]

Bunched nearly 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 right
in the middle of the pack.

First jump,
always a challenge.

The leaders are over,
followed by
the rest of the pack.

[man] Good job![cheering]

Fearless Pursuit
and Spring Morning,
neck and neck

as they come over
the next hurdle.[crowd gasps]

That's a nasty fall.
Jeanguin, out of the race.

Both rider and horse
up on their feet.
That's good to see.

-[jockey grunts]
- 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.

Come on.
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.

[cheering, shouting]

Oh, my God, he's doing it!

Heading round
to the final straight.

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 safely
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!

Oh, my God!

[cheering]

[shouting]

Oh, my God!

Dream Alliance
stealing the crown
from Fearless Pursuit

in a remarkable turnaround
here at Newbury.

They'll be dancing
in the Welsh valleys tonight.

♪ 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!

[cheering]

Not on my hat!

We are so proud of you.
So proud.

And now it's time to present
the Challenge Cup
to Janet Vokes

and the Alliance Partnership.

Is that real gold?

And not forgetting,
of course, the check
for £26,250!

[man] Split evenly.
Of course.

[Lord Avery]
Congratulations.Thank you.

Bad luck about your
Fearless Pursuit, butt.

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.

Hang on a minute.
That's not right.

What, the idea
of selling Dream?

No, it's bloody
ridiculous.

No, I mean him offering
to buy him off Jan.

The horse belongs
to all of us.

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, or what?

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?

[Gerwyn scoffs]Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Howard] Come on, boys.
Let's just celebrate our win.

[people singing]

♪ Dreams can come true
Look at me, babe
I'm with you♪

♪ You know
You've got to have hope♪

[Gerwyn] Oi, Rossi,
feet off the chairs.

It's absolute pandemonium
in here. I don't recognize
half this lot.

I know. Once upon a time,

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 have
offered us for Dream?

Tens, maybe hundreds
of thousands.

[whistles][laughs]

Thanks for standing up
for me before.

That's okay.

We both know
this has always been about

something much more
important than money.

[cheering][music ends]

["Delilah" playing]

[cheering continues]

Oh! [laughs]

♪ I saw the light on the night
That I passed by her window♪

♪ Ba, da, da, da
Da, da, da♪

♪ I saw the flickering shadows
Of love on her blinds♪

♪ Ba, da, da, da
Da, da, da♪

♪ She was my woman♪

[women] ♪ Ba, da, ba, da, ba♪

♪ As she deceived me I watched
And went out of my mind♪

♪ My, my, my Delilah♪

[song ends]

...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.

Has to be something better
I can do with my life.

[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 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?

[voices on TV][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 is
brilliant for building up
muscle strength

in the hindquarters.

Brian?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Come on, spit it out.

[TV 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

because you're just sat
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.

I don't mind really.
I'm happy enough.

No, Brian, you're always
"happy enough."
You lost your job,

you said, "Never mind,
another one will 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 on, man speaking Welsh]

[engine revving]

So I can evade tax,
but I can't avoid it.

Other way around, 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.

-Oh. Hello, Nerys.
-Jan.

[chuckles] Whoo.

It's looking very smart,
Howard.

Well, the 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,
bought him home.

Became a lifer
at the steelworks and...

that was that.

"Don't let them
crush your dreams,"
he used to say.

And 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 a hundred 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.

[gasping]

[Jan's mom] 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.

[Jan's mom] 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.

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 on 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.

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 According To Pete.

Come on, then, boy.
Hey, he's looking good.

Over there, look.
Come on, Dreamy!

Starter is
calling them forward.

I've got a good feeling
about this one.

Come on, Dream!

Flag is up.

And they're off and racing.

So, the field leave the tapes
bunched together.

Buena Vista,
the first one to show...

Take it easy.
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.

[gasps] Deep Focus
is out of the race.

Takes a pretty hefty fall.
Horse and jockey look okay...

Is he up? ...and quickly on their feet.

Come on, Dream!

...as they approach
the next flight of hurdles.

-[cheers]
-Dream Alliance is jumping
with real confidence now.

Come on, Dream.
Come on, boy! He's up into third place,

chased hard
by both Superior Wisdom,

and then comes
Aurora's Encore. Come on, Dream!

[whinnies]Come on, Dream!

Dream Alliance now 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.

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.

Where's Dream?

I can't see him, either.

Howard, can you
see anything?

He's not there.

[Gerwyn] Can you see him?Oh, Jesus.

Oh, what's happening?
Let me see.

They're putting screens
around him.

Means they're gonna
shoot him, don't it?

[Maldwyn]
Stay calm, everyone.

[Jan] The vet's arrived.

They can't shoot him.

If his leg's broken
they'd have to, Jan.

Okay, I'm calling Philip.

[Goose] What are they saying?

[Howard]
Pick up, Philip, pick up.

Philip?

Put him on speaker.

[Howard]
Philip, what's happening?They can't tell how bad it is,

but it looks like
he's severed a tendon.

[Howard]
That's serious, isn't it?

[Philip] If confirmed,
then he'd never run again.

[Dream whinnies]

[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

in these circumstances,
you know.

[Dream whinnies]

-Whoa! Stand clear!
-[whinnying]

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'd lose
the insurance money

and, of course,
face substantial bills.

[vet]
Philip, we don't have time.
I really need an answer.

Well, how much
is he insured for?

Currently,
120 thousand 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.

Look, he belongs
to all of us,

and any decision about
what happens to him

should be taken
collectively.

[Nerys] It's a fair point.Yeah, but--

Like it should have been
that day Lord Avery
offered to buy him.

You're not still on
about that, Gerwyn?

Wait. Listen.This is a syndicate,
isn't it?

He's suffering
and all alone![all arguing]

Everybody be quiet
and just listen to Janet!

Look, before Dream...
[sniffles]

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.

[Brian] 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.

[Gordon] Fair enough.Yeah.

Hmm?

Right.

Philip.

Tell them they gotta do
whatever they can
to try and save him.

[grunting, whinnying][vet] Steady! Steady, Dream.

Anything?

Brian, I...

It's--
It's all right, girl.

Dream's had an accident.

They've been operating on him
through the night.

[exhales]

[phone ringing]

Philip? What's the news?

I see.

Right.

Okay, thanks.

Well?

We hope he'll be able
to walk again.

But you do understand,
the chances of him
racing again

are virtually nonexistent.

All I care about
is he gets well.

[Brian sighs]

[Philip] And if the tendon
won't heal and he's lame,

well, then we'll have to
consider his quality of life.

Aw.

Hello.

God, Dream.

You had me worried.

["Love Owed"
by Meic Stevens playing]

♪ I would not ask
A wish of you♪

♪ It would only
Bring you sorrow♪

♪ Turn my face from today♪

♪ Again until tomorrow♪

♪ 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]

[customer] Thank you.

[song ends]

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 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, thanks.

That's £18.90, please.

Thanks.

[phone ringing]

Brian? Listen, Jan.
It's your dad.

I'm sorry. I've called
an ambulance, but--

I'm two minutes away.

[Jan sniffles]

[sighs]

[cries]

[sniffles]

[sobs]

[message alert tone]

[inhales]

Well, there he is.

Oh, good God.

You said he could walk.
But is he really
up to being ridden?

[nickering]

Oh, he's going
pretty well, isn't he?

Well done, boy.

Unbelievable![Jan gasps]

My God.

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 want to raise
any false hopes
until we were sure.

Of what?

We think he's ready
to race again.

[Howard] You're joking.We're thinking
The Welsh National.

That would be incredible.But after all
he's been through...

I need to be sure
it's what you want.

I can't bear the thought
of him risking his life again!

[chattering]

I just don't think
we can take the risk.
Not after all that's happened.

But it'd be the comeback
of all comebacks!

That's rich. 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, 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.

[scoffs]

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...

[Jan 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.

[crying]

Come on, love.

Come on.

[bookie] There you go.

See ya.

Hey, Kerby.
Where's your glad rags?

You better
get a shift on, mate,
or you'll miss the coach.

I'm not going.
Can't afford it, butt.

You gotta come.
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.[chuckles]

[car horn honks]

[Angela]
What the hell is that?

[all laughing][Kevin] What do you reckon?

Angela and the kids in there.
Howard, you're lying down
in the hearse.

I couldn't
fit you all in the coach!
We had to think laterally!

[Howard] Come on. Follow me.[Angela] In you go, love.

["This Is The Day" by Manic
Street Preachers playing]

♪ 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 the days off♪

[all] ♪ We're off
To see our horse race♪

[coach horn honks]

It's gonna be all right,
isn't it?

[song continues playing]

Good luck, Jan.Cheers, John.

[Howard] Oggy, oggy, oggy![all] Oi, oi, oi!

Oggy, oggy, oggy!Oi, oi, oi!

[man] Is it starting?

Yeah, it's starting now.

[song continues playing]

♪ This is the day♪

-Excuse me--
-Let us watch this!

♪ Your life
Will surely change♪

♪ This is the day♪

♪ When things
Fall into place♪

[chattering]

♪ 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.

You start down that end.
Tenner each on
Dream Alliance to win.

Sharpish.
We can't miss the anthem.

♪ This is the day♪

[chattering]

♪ This is the day♪

[song ends]

[announcer on PA]
Welcome, everyone, to Chepstow

to the greatest day
in the Welsh race calendar,

the day of
the Welsh Grand National![cheering]

And welcome back to the course
from a serious injury,

from the valleys,
Dream Alliance!

[cheering]

And to his breeder,
Janet Vokes.

And now please join with
that great voice of Wales,
Katherine Jenkins,

in the singing of
the Welsh National Anthem.

[all singing
"Land of My Fathers" in Welsh]

[singing continues]

[song ends][cheering]

Go on, my boy!

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 there.
First race back
after a long convalescence.

Looking
a little bit unsettled.

Oh, God, 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!

[nickers]

[Howard] Come on, Dream.

Come on, man.

[nickers]

[announcer]
The flag drops and we're off
on this Welsh Grand National!

A grueling race that has seen
plenty of drama in its time.

Come on, Dream. Go on, boy.[crowd cheering]

Leading now
is Operation Houdini,
in the yellow and black.

Get around safely, eh?
Just get around safely.

Having work to do
at the rear of the pack is
Dream Alliance, number three.

Come on, boy!

As they head
into the first bend,

Operation Houdini still holds
his position in the lead.

He's coming over
the rise down there.Come on, man.

The pack
are now climbing steeply
on this punishing course.

Ahead of them
looms the challenge
of the first fence.

Coming to the first now.
Here we are.

[Gerwyn] Come on, Dream!

-[whinnies]
-[cheering]

Dream Alliance
still the back marker
approaching the second fence.

He's got it!

And they're all over 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.

He's away![Howard] Go, Dream!

The pack rounding the far bend

and Dream Alliance sneaks past
Hello Bud and Old Benny.

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!

Dream Alliance
and Silver By Nature
locked in a duel

as they approach
the second to last.

Come on, boy! Come on!

Dream Alliance
tightening every sinew
as they take the final jump.

A slip by Silver By Nature,
and Dream Alliance lands ahead

and steals the lead
for the very first time
in the race!

[shouting]

-Yes, yes!
-Come on!

Dream Alliance in first place,

but Silver By Nature
is fighting back!

He's pulling away
from Dream Alliance!

Go, my boy!

Both horses giving it
everything they've got.

-My boy!
-Dream Alliance pulling ahead!

-Go on!
-The boy from the valleys

proving he's up there
with the best in the world!

Go, Dream!

[screams]

[cheering]

Hey!

First place, Dream Alliance.

A fairy-tale return
from injury to conquer
this Welsh Grand National!

Oh, lovely!

Dream, Dream, Dream!

[all] Yay!

I bloody knew
he was a champion
right from the start!

You did it.

Hey, well done, girl.

Well done.

[nickering]

[chattering, laughing]

Please give
a rapturous welcome to
the horse born on an allotment

and now the Welsh
Grand National champion,
Dream Alliance!

[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.

Yes! [laughing]

-[Maureen]
Oh, Maldwyn's crying.
-No, I'm not.

Where's Howard?

[laughing]

[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.

["Cwm Rhondda" by
Band Pres Llareggub playing]

[cheering][music continues playing]

Hey, best day of my life!

[laughs]

Oh, what a day!

Whoo!

[all singing
"Cwm Rhondda" in Welsh]

[song ends]

[cheering]

[no audible dialogue]

["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♪

♪ My, my, my Delilah♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na♪

♪ Why, why, why, Delilah?♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na♪

♪ 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♪

♪ My, my, my Delilah♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na♪

♪ Why, why, why♪

♪ Delilah?♪

♪ Da, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na♪

♪ So before♪

♪ They come to break down
The door♪

♪ Forgive me, Delilah, I just
Couldn't take any more♪

♪ Forgive me, Delilah♪

♪ I just couldn't
Take any more♪

[song ends]

[all cheering, applauding]

[man] Oggy, oggy, oggy![all] Oi, oi, oi!

Oggy, oggy, oggy!Oi, oi, oi!

Oggy!Oi!

Oggy!Oi!

Oggy, oggy, oggy!Oi, oi, oi!

-Whoo-hoo-hoo!
-[cheering, laughing]

Whoo!