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Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who went to the police academy...

Two in Los Angeles,

the other in San Francisco...

And they were each assigned very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that, and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Thad? You better geld that stallion.

Yeah, he's acting kind of "studdish," isn't he?

- Valerie. - Mr. Gillis.

I thought you were still at Wellesley.

Oh, I am. Just visiting Dad during the semester break.

Les, how did an old racetrack bum like you...

ever father anything so elegant?

Well, like you always said, Mr. Gillis, class tells.

Oh, I can't deny that.

Must be something in the air.

Now Perdition's acting up.

Thad, are you still training Perdition?

Yeah. He's been up at Golden Gate. Do any good?

Nah. He still came in last.

I gotta check on some feed. I'll see you later.

Yeah. Dad, if I get up...

at this ungodly hour, I deserve to be fed.

I'm sorry, honey.

Here. Get the car. We'll grab some breakfast.

Great. Nice seeing you, Mr. Gillis.

You too, honey.

See you later.

Trying for another heart attack, eh, Gates?

Morning. Top of the morning, sir.

Is there something the matter, Mr. Ferrar?

There just might be.

I think I'll have a word with Thad.

Put him in with the stallion. We'll make it look like an accident.

Come on, bucko. Give me a hand.

Thad?

Oh, God. Oh, God!

No!

We're all deeply sorry about your father, Miss Ferrar.

Can you tell us why you think his death wasn't an accident?

My dad knew horses.

He wouldn't have put himself in jeopardy...

by getting too close to that stallion.

Stallions are sometimes very unpredictable.

I know that, and Dad knew that.

He wouldn't have gone in the stall.

What did your father do at the track?

He bet the horses.

Excuse me. Your father made his living betting horses?

Yeah. He always has.

He used to say he stole his system from Dr. Dolittle.

What's that? He talked with the horses.

He really loved them...

and understood them.

Do you remember anything unusual happening that morning?

I mean, something out of the ordinary?

No.

Except besides the stallion, one of the colts was acting up.

Um, Perdition, I think, was his name.

Dad happened to notice it.

He seemed very puzzled by it.

Oh, really, there's no use going on with this.

I know my father was murdered,

but it seems that nobody believes me.

Why should I expect you to? I'm sorry if we gave you that impression.

From what you've told us, I think your father's death does deserve investigation.

I suggest you go back to school as you planned.

But first, you and Sabrina might go through your

father's things. See if you can find any leads.

- Okay? - Okay.

What do you suppose is in this one?

Oh, that's Dad's private file.

He made elaborate notes on every mark and characteristic...

of every horse on the circuit. He did, didn't he?

The official stud book should be so thorough.

You can take it if you like. Okay.

All right. I probably better.

Oh, and this... this is stuff that was on Dad.

The police brought it.

Let's see what's in here.

Who's the letter from? Me.

What is "White SPT, LL, CHK"?

Oh, I think that means "white spot, lower left cheek."

I sent this over a month ago.

Oh, Charlie's right.

I have to go back to school.

Dad would have wanted it. Yeah.

And I have to look for a horse with a white spot on his left cheek.

Yeah.

Pretty, huh? Mm-hmm.

Sabrina Duncan?

Oh, yeah, that's me. I hear you're looking for me.

Uh, you must be Mr. Roper. Right.

This is Kelly Garrett. Hello. Hello.

Heard you need a good exerciser. Well, you heard wrong.

Oh, no. I got it from a very reliable source... guy up at the coffee shop.

I got all the exercise boys I need right now.

Hey, you know, if you discriminate against me...

because I'm a woman, it's against the law.

Why do you want to be an exercise boy?

I don't want to be an exercise boy. I want to be a jockey.

Wait a minute.

I'll start out as an exercise boy,

and I'll win your confidence, hmm?

Okay. Okay, let's see what you can do. Come on.

Oh, Ryan.

Thank you.

All right.

Remember, don't press. Let the horse pace himself.

Sure.

She seems to have the feel of the horse.

He admitted reluctantly.

Thad, your new boy makes that horse look very good.

That new boy is a female.

Oh? Rides well for a girl.

Rides well, period... He said, happily surprised.

Oh, uh, Miss... Oh. Garrett. Mr. Gillis.

How do you do? Excuse me. Work calls.

Do you rate everything to gender, Mr. Gillis?

No, I don't.

It's an involuntary verbal tic...

Activated by a desire to make a good impression.

I've never seen you around here before. Are you an owner?

Oh, no. I'm here visiting my friend Valerie Ferrar.

Unfortunately, there was a death in the family.

Her father was killed by a horse.

Yeah, I know... the incident with a stallion.

Oh, you were here? Yes.

Mr. Gillis, I'm a magazine writer,

and I intended to do a piece on Valerie's father...

You know, horses and horse people. Perhaps I could help.

Well, I was hoping you'd offer.

Did you know Valerie's father?

Well, uh, slightly.

He was one of those, uh, dreary characters...

who was always hanging around racetracks.

More interested in making a quick profit than improving the breed.

Oh. Do you have any idea why Mr. Ferrar went in the stall? I'm afraid not.

I have to speak to the racing secretary for a moment.

Uh, perhaps we could continue this over breakfast.

Oh, well, if you have time.

I do. And even if I didn't, I'd make time.

Okay.

Let me give you a hand. Thank you.

Me name's Ryan... Kevin Ryan.

Sabrina Duncan. Sabrina? Has a ring to it.

Tell me, Sabrina, why would a fine lady such as yourself...

be wanting to exercise racehorses?

Well, I'm working up to becoming a jockey. How about you?

Oh, I'll be owning me own stable someday.

At least, that's why I come to this land of opportunity.

Do I detect a note of discontent?

In Ireland I was a man respected.

Here, horses are a rich man's sport.

Without money or connections, a real horseman has no chance.

But I'll be owning me own stable yet,

and I'll make you a lady jockey.

What say you to that, Sabrina Duncan?

Well, the luck of the Irish be with you, Kevin Ryan.

Hmm. Tell me something.

Which one's the horse that killed a guy?

Oh, the owners took him home.

Was he really a killer?

Aye, they can all be killers.

Big, powerful beasts, they are. You have to know how to handle 'em.

Did he have a white spot in his left cheek?

- Uh, he had no cheek marks. - Did you know the man who was killed?

Well, sort of. He was a friend of Mr. Roper's.

A real regular at the rail.

Name of... Les Ferrar.

Nice fella.

I heard he was. It was awful.

Take care of that for me? With pleasure.

Thank you very much. Nice to talk to you.

I don't like the sound of that.

White marking on the lower left cheek?

But she was talking about the stallion.

It was the right marking.

It was the wrong horse.

I still don't like it.

'Twas a strange coincidence, perhaps,

but we'd best find the truth.

Either she's here to learn or to poke into our business.

Maybe I'd better find out if the pretty lady jockey...

is really serious about her riding, eh?

Hey, hup. Thank you.

All right. Now remember, Sabrina, you're being clocked,

so get all you can out of him. Yes, sir.

Ready, Miss Duncan? I think so, Mr. Ryan.

Hey, there's Sabrina.

There they go.

Bosley, he's crowding her.

Ho.

What's the matter with you?

You've got a lot to learn, love, but you'll make it.

Yeah, well, you do that again, and you won't.

Well, I... I thought you'd enjoy watching the workouts from up here.

Well, it's great, but from the looks of it, this place isn't even open yet.

The chef came in especially to make brunch for us... as a favor.

You're kidding. Oh, I never kid about a chivalrous gesture.

Well, my compliments to the chef,

and the gentleman the chef does favors for. Thank you.

Must be fabulous to be born into a dynasty.

What's the expression? "To the manor born"?

Why are you laughing?

No, no. My father was a thick-handed stable boy.

A lucky break got him started, and he parlayed it into a fortune.

I'm to the money born, not the manor.

You must be very proud of your father...

A self-made man and all.

Well, he made the fortune, but he didn't make much of himself,

and all we ever had in common was the money.

You know,

I remember how his fingernails were always dirty.

And to the day he died, he...

He never understood why it bothered me.

Never understood that.

You... You know, Kelly, there's a...

A feeling about racing that men like my father never understand.

Oh, I know they work off it, and they live at it,

but without ever sensing...

its grace and elegance.

You know what I mean?

But they know horses and probably love them.

Oh, they manufacture horses... and merchandise them.

What is it?

I was just looking at that lady exercise boy.

Is she in trouble?

On Perdition? Not likely.

A little fractious prancing is about as lively as he ever gets.

Come on. Breakfast.

Thank you. There you go.

Thank you.

Well, he wants to run. I think he's a winner.

No. No, he's got all the motions,

but unfortunately he just does not have the heart.

Gosh, I find that hard to believe.

Then I'll believe it for both of us.

Where you been?

You were supposed to be here to work Perdition. So?

So? The girl worked him.

Gates, you mustn't get in such a dither.

Remember your weak ticker.

It's my future you're fooling around with.

From now on, you be here. You work that horse.

You understand?

Come on, bucko.

Hiya. You and Perdition looked great out there.

Gosh, I love him, but I seem to be the only one who does.

What do you mean? Well, Roper says he hasn't got any heart.

It's like we're talking about two different horses.

Wait a minute.

What did I just say? Huh?

Well, uh, isn't there such a thing as switching horses in races?

Well, yeah, but I mean, not very likely today.

The racing commission watches those things very carefully.

Hang on a minute. Valerie said the morning her father was killed...

he noticed something odd about Perdition...

Something about the way he was behaving.

Then he wrote down that thing about the white spot on the left cheek.

- Did Perdition have that marking? - No!

But maybe he should have.

Oh, I see your point.

Okay. I'll have Charlie do a computer readout on Perdition.

All the paperwork... his breeding, his age, et cetera.

While you're at it, why don't you see if Gates

and Ryan figure into Perdition's background?

Yeah, well, that might take some time. Then let's speed it up.

Why don't you try to buy Perdition? That could prove interesting.

Ready for the coffee I promised you? Yes, I am.

Mr. Gates, these people need some information I'm not able to give them.

Maybe you could help 'em. Very nice to meet you. Yeah, same here.

Nice meeting you. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Howdy, Mr. Gates. My name is Bosley.

This is Miss Munroe. We're buyers in from Arizona.

- What can I do for you? - Well, that, uh... The colt.

The one that the girl was working out... Perdition.

Perdition? He's a dog.

Oh? Well, he didn't work out like a dog.

Well, he's a morning glory.

Works out fast, and then he runs slow.

His record's terrible.

- Good. Then maybe we can get him cheap. - "Get him"?

I think my client would go about $10,000.

You mean, buy him? Or claim him.

As a matter of fact, my people would, I'm sure, go 12,000.

Wait a minute, folks. This is dog meat you're talking about.

Then I would think the owners would be pleased to get a firm offer.

- Well, I don't know. - Can I talk to them?

Well, you'll have to talk to the trainer. That's Thad Roper.

Um, the owners are out of town for a few days.

I think they are. Yeah, I'm sure... I'm sure they're out of town.

Well, listen. I got work to do.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

You know, around here it's very hard to buy a bad horse.

I noticed.

You're staring at me. Hmm.

I'm wondering. Well, what are you wondering?

If you'd be after me job.

Why? Because I worked Perdition today?

You know I've been working him. Uh-huh.

Now, I don't mind if it's a lady jockey you'd be,

but don't be using me as a stepping-stone.

Oh, no, no, no. I wouldn't do that.

Why is Perdition so underrated?

Hmm. So the darlin' kicked up his heels and run like the wind for you, did he?

He ran like a champ.

Well, Sabrina, me love,

now, all horses have their up days and their down days.

Oh, he's a will-o-the-wisp.

If you clocked him today and bet him tomorrow, you'd lose your shirt.

Yeah, but if you clocked him yesterday and you bet him today...

Huh.

Thank you. Well, now,

that's what makes a horse race, isn't it?

Are you through, love? Mm-hmm.

Thank you very much.

Gates? What do you think you're doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Now, look, bucko.

We agreed. You can't drink. Because when you drink you get drunk.

When you get drunk your mouth works too much, and your ticker works too little.

That's a little bit too dicey for me taste.

That girl rode that colt. She knows!

I don't think so!

That's stupid.

Look at you, you poltroon, you. You're shakin' in your boots over nothin'.

Those buyers from Arizona... They saw her ride him. Now they want to buy him.

If you want to be killing yourself,

you wait till after the horse race.

Okay. Okay, Bos.

Get again. "5-7-9-7."

Got it? Yeah. Well, that should tell us something.

Listen, couldn't these tattoos be forged like the wrestlers used to do?

I guess they could, but I think the important

thing is that white mark on the left cheek,

which is definitely not there.

Well, we'll check this number. Okay.

- See you later. - Let me know, huh?

Oh, ho, hello.

Okay, nosy lady jockey.

Couldn't leave it alone, could y...

If Gates hadn't had that heart attack, I think I'd be dead now.

Did he say anything when he came at you?

He said something about "lady jockey can't leave it alone,"

so I figure maybe he could have been talking about Perdition.

Indeed he could. Your hunch was right. Perdition is a twin.

A twin, Charlie? Are you sure?

Mm-hmm. The other foal was sold to a rancher in Mexico.

Well, where does that lead us?

Wait a minute. When I had lunch with Ryan, I noticed his wallet.

- It could have been Mexican. - Like maybe he just bought it in Mexico?

Yeah, but you don't have to be in Mexico to buy a Mexican wallet.

Unless you're there to pick up a horse.

- Uh-huh. A twin horse. - Perdition's twin.

Who does not have a white spot on his left cheek, and who runs like a champ.

You know, it is possible. Even the racing commission...

would have a hard time telling the difference if the horses were twins.

I agree, Bosley. But before we tell the track stewards, we'll need proof.

So let's find out when and how the switch was made.

It better be soon, because Perdition is due to race day after tomorrow.

Hi, Mr. Roper.

Hello. Don't you have a workout?

Oh, no, sir. I'm finished.

- Mr. Roper, you mind if I ask you a question? - No.

I was wondering, uh, what is it makes you so sure Perdition's a dud?

I'm his trainer.

Whose idea was it to send him up north? The owner's?

Well, Ryan suggested it, and I agreed.

Figured he'd run better in easier company.

- He didn't. - Ah. Did you drive him up?

No, I had Gates take him up. I guess I figured it would be a wasted trip...

Broken-down horse and a drunk with a bad heart.

Why do you ask?

No reason. Just curious.

Thanks. Got work to do.

See you later.

- Yeah? - Kris, it's me.

Gates drove Perdition to Golden Gate on the inland route.

Now, I found a receipt in Roper's books...

from Fred's Cabins in Foreman's Cove,

so Gates must have stayed there one night on his way back.

Well, finding Fred's Cabins in Foreman's Cove shouldn't be too difficult.

But finding Perdition... I don't know.

That might not be easy. I mean, maybe they just destroyed the horse.

No, no, no. I don't think so. Look, it's a good game.

You run Perdition. He loses, so the odds go against him.

Then you run the ringer, and you really pull it in. Sweet plan.

- I'll say. Good luck. - Okay. Bye-bye.

Well, let's try and find Fred's Cabins.

How far is it to Foreman's Cove?

About 60 miles. Okay. Gates stayed there one night...

when he brought Perdition back from San Francisco.

Maybe he left Perdition somewhere near Foreman's Cove.

Make sense? Yeah. It makes sense.

You don't say that with much enthusiasm.

It makes sense. It's still a long shot. Yeah.

Hi there.

Two rooms or one?

Well, actually, we need some information.

TV's extra. No water beds.

We're looking for a horse. I got no horses.

- Well, actually, we're looking for a man. - Make up your mind.

You looking for a man or a horse?

Okay. We're looking for a man with a horse.

Stopped by here, oh, a couple of nights ago. Six days ago.

Who's telling it? You or her?

This man was maybe looking for a place to pasture this horse.

- No maybes about it. - Say again?

- He was looking for a place to pasture his horse. - Oh. Did he find one?

Why does he keep interrupting?

Button up, Bosley. Did he find one? Nope.

No. I found him one. Gini's Place.

Gini's Place? Three miles up the road. She boards horses.

Fred, you're a prince.

Nice talking to you.

It was a slice of heaven.

Kevin, I need to tell you something,

but I don't want you to tell anybody else, all right?

You have me word.

I think Gates tried to kill me. What?

I said, I think Gates tried to kill me.

He had been drinking, but I think he knew what he was doing.

He said something about "I wouldn't leave it alone."

Did you tell this to the police?

What for? They can't arrest him. The man is dead.

Besides, I couldn't think of any reason that he wanted to hurt me.

Could you?

It was probably just the whiskey talking.

I don't think so. I think it was something about Perdition.

Now, you know Gates never wanted me to exercise him.

- You must have noticed that. - Can't say that I did, love.

Now, old Gates was a sour sort.

Not to speak ill of the dead,

but he had something eating at him...

which would make him strange at times.

Yeah, and it was something about Perdition.

You keep coming back to the subject of that horse, love,

and it's beginnin' to make me wonder.

About what?

About you, love.

Hi. Hi.

How about some coffee? Mmm! Good choice.

I just made some fresh... Ah.

Yesterday. Oh. You must be Gini.

- Every lovin' inch of me. - Uh-huh. Well, Gini, we were talking to Fred down the road.

Hmm. That's hard to do. What?

- Talk to Fred. - Oh, you, uh, noticed.

Hmm.

Listen, Gini. We're looking for a racehorse.

- Fred don't keep no racehorses. - Oh, no. I know.

An employee of ours was supposed to pasture this racehorse for us.

Yes, but unfortunately, he died...

before he could tell us where he left it.

Uh, yes, and Fred had sent him here.

Oh, I know. He was about that tall,

a ruddy complexion and not bad looking.

Of course, not as good looking as you are.

Uh, yeah, that's the guy.

You say he passed on?

Yes, a heart attack.

Oh, what a pity. Thought he was gonna come back at the end of the month.

- To pick up the racehorse? - Mm-hmm. I would have liked to have seen him again.

- Oh, that is sad. - Well, win some, lose some.

Is the colt here now?

Oh, yeah. Right out there. Go help yourself.

Ah. Thanks.

There you go.

Bingo.

Perdition... the real article.

What time is it?

Uh, 3:15.

And what time does the fifth race go off?

I told you, 4:00.

What are we gonna do with Perdition now that we've got him?

We'll talk that over with Charlie when we get to the office.

I told you never to contact me, except by telephone to my ranch.

Now, this had better be important.

It could be.

I thought it better not to be keeping it to myself, but to let you know.

- You'll be the judge. - Get to it, boy. What the hell is it?

The name's Ryan.

Mr. Kevin Ryan.

All right, Mr. Ryan. But that doesn't remove the odor of a stable.

Now you just tell me why you got me here.

That exercise girl... Sabrina?

She's been asking questions about Perdition,

like she's knowing more than she should.

She also told me Gates tried to kill her.

Kill her? When?

He was tryin' when he died.

He saw her with Perdition and he went after her.

Do you know how much he told her?

I don't know.

But I know she's been asking about the horse...

and what I might know about him.

No curious girl is gonna throw a wrench in things now,

not after I've gone this far.

And I think you should know,

the young lady you're seeing, that Kelly Garrett?

She was with Sabrina the first day.

What the hell are you talking about?

The exercise girl and Miss Garrett? Highly unlikely.

Miss Garrett is a lovely, refined lady,

and if they were together, it was just a coincidence.

Kevin?

Don't let that girl foul us up.

If you can't handle it, let me know.

Uh, before you go,

I'd be having a personal word with you.

You're no better than I am.

And don't be forgettin' I know the truth of you.

You're all words and fancy dress.

Now that you've mismanaged that breeding ranch of yours into bankruptcy,

there's nothing left inside to sustain you.

Man to man, you never were me equal.

We got a long way to go together.

We'd better make the best of it.

The exercise girl, Sabrina...

If you have to, kill her.

All right. We agree that Perdition's trainer,

Thad Roper, is probably not involved.

So where does that leave us?

Ordinarily, I'd go directly to the officials,

but in this case we have nothing to offer...

except Perdition and a dead witness.

We still don't know who killed Les Ferrar,

or how many are involved in the whole scheme.

The officials could only disqualify Perdition's twin...

and launch an investigation.

Well, I'm afraid that could drive the guilty

underground, and they'd never be found.

I agree, Charlie. As a matter of fact, I think we would do the racetrack,

the racing commission and the public a great service...

if the real Perdition ran in that race.

Yeah, that way the race would be legal,

and maybe we'll get a chance to find out who's calling the shots.

Right. We just watch out for anyone who starts putting big money on Perdition.

Well, partner, looks like we do some fancy horse-trading.

Or is it horse-switching?

Coming in second by a length and one-half.

Now Ginger Place comes into third by a neck...

Ginger Place, Misty Babe, Ice Cream Social and Ladies Only.

As they head into the back stretch,

Pablo's Pride by a neck...

Whew! We did it.

No, we undid it.

Come on. Let's get to the track.

Sabrina!

As soon as you get Perdition to the paddock,

you can have the rest of the day off. Okay.

He's really looking good today, isn't he?

Indeed he is. Yeah.

Too bad he can't... run like he looks.

Well...

see you later, huh?

Here comes Ruthie's Cooking on the outside.

It's Pablo's Pride by a neck, Ruthie's Cooking by a length, and Misty Babe.

And it's Ruthie's Cooking across the finish line.

I can't believe I won.

Seems you're a good handicapper. Not really.

No? No. The only reason I bet Ruthie's Cooking...

is because I once had a friend named Ruth Cook.

Well, whatever works.

Oh, look at those odds.

Ten-to-one. How much will I collect?

Here. Let me see.

One hundred and 10 dollars. Oh, boy!

Well, where are you gonna take us tonight, big winner?

You name it. You staked me.

Waiter?

Ladies and gentlemen, betting for the fifth race,

the event for three-year-olds at a distance of a mile and five-eighths,

will begin in one minute.

Ladies and gentlemen, again let me direct your attention...

to our newly installed, computer-operated TV monitors.

Five hundred on number six.

Five hundred to win on number six.

Thanks.

Any old friends in the fifth you'd like to bet?

This is the race Thad Roper's colt Perdition is in...

Number six.

Cecil R. has possibilities. Cecil R., huh?

Well, if he's an old boyfriend, I'm warning you,

I've got very jealous bones in my body.

The fifth race is an exacta wagering event,

Probable exacta purses...

are seen in our TV monitors.

Ladies and gentlemen, bet early.

Don't be shut out.

Ladies and gentlemen, post time for the fifth race is five minutes.

Would you think about us until I come back?

Charlie got us a backup. Do you see the two guys at the bar?

They're detectives. So if you see anybody...

putting any heavy money down on Perdition, just let 'em know.

Kris and I are gonna go down to the pay windows.

Maybe we'll get an indication down there.

Okay.

Hey.

Post time for the fifth race is four minutes.

Now, why do you suppose Mr. Gillis is waiting around?

Well, it looks like he's waiting...

till just before the windows close...

to make a bet.

- So? - So? Don't you see?

I mean, if you're smart,

and you wanna make a big bet on a long shot,

you wait till the last minute,

so that you won't lower the odds noticeably...

and tip the crowd. Carter Gillis.

Ladies and gentlemen, the horses are approaching the gate... We'll soon know.

For the start of the fifth race.

There is still time to place wagers on the fifth race.

Final odds are visible on our new TV monitors.

You still have time to bet.

The horses are at the gate for the fifth race.

Did you see that, Bosley? He bet a fortune.

All on number six... Perdition.

Sorry I've been so long. Here's your $110. Oh.

Since I'm not betting this race,

I'll root for your horse.

His name wasn't Cecil R., I hope.

Jasper Quilt has broken through the gate.

There will be a slight delay.

For a man who knows all about horses,

aren't you taking a chance on a long shot like Perdition?

A strong hunch... Inspired by you.

When I saw you standing by the rail that first morning,

a line from Othello came into my head.

"Excellent wretch!

"Perdition catch my soul,

but I do love thee."

The flag is up. They're off and running.

Cocoa Dream takes the lead with Jasper Quilt second...

on the inside by a length and a half. I'm gonna check with Sabrina.

Maybe she's seen some heavy bettors on Perdition. Okay.

Okay. See you later. Cecil R. by half a length,

followed by Nunother, Lightenbrite, Tuesday Morning,

who's quickly passed Perdition, who fades back...

It's still Cocoa Dream first by a length as they go into the far turn.

A distance of a mile and five-eighths.

Jasper Quilt is second by two and a half lengths.

Nunother third by a length. In fourth place, Lightenbrite,

with Twice Johnny moving up and Cecil R.,

Perdition and Tuesday Morning as they enter the stretch for the first time.

It's Cocoa Dream first by a length.

Jasper Quilt second by two and a half lengths.

Nunother third by a length and a half. Lightenbrite, Twice Johnny,

Tuesday Morning, Cecil R. and Perdition.

It's Cocoa Dream by a length and a quarter.

Jasper Quilt second by two lengths.

Nunother third by a length followed by Twice Johnny.

Lightenbrite, Tuesday Morning, Cecil R. and far back is Perdition.

Tuesday Morning is making a move as they approach the turn.

It's Cocoa Dream first by a length.

Jasper Quilt second by two and a half lengths.

Tuesday Morning moves into third place by a nose.

Nunother, Twice Johnny, Cecil R. and Perdition...

Jasper Quilt makes a move on Cocoa Dream.

As they come out of the turn they're stringing out.

Jasper Quilt then Cocoa Dream fighting for the lead.

Tuesday Morning, Twice Johnny, Nunother, Lightenbrite, Cecil R...

and far back, Perdition.

Into the stretch it's Cocoa Dream and Jasper Quilt.

Jasper Quilt...

- Uh-uh. - Well, now.

What might you be doing with a gun, Sabrina?

Well, the game's over, Kevin, and it looks like you lose.

And how do you know I was even playing?

I know you have a pocketful of tickets on Perdition,

and the horse that's up there running's losing, 'cause it really is Perdition.

Ladies and gentlemen, please hold your tickets...

till the results are declared official.

Well, it seems...

like you've got it all figured out, Sabrina.

And what's the game now, Sabrina, me love?

Hold it!

Me hunch was right about you all along,

but those pretty brown eyes got in the way.

We better go.

That was the real Perdition.

There are two detectives over there at the bar.

Please. You have to understand why I did it.

It takes a great deal of money to live the way I have always lived...

The only way I know how to live.

Oh, Kelly, how did they find out?

A little white spot that nobody saw...

except Les Ferrar...

That dreary character that hung around racetracks.

He left a note.

It was your $10.

Mr. Gillis.

Keep the change.

Congratulations, Angels. You've chalked up another one in fine style.

Now, before you're briefed on the new assignment by Bosley,

I'd... No. Oh, I'm ready.

Uh, what's the question?

I was saying, I'd like to offer a word of caution.

Playing the ponies, as they say,

is an intoxicating pastime, right?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Uh, most definitely.

One to which we could easily become addicted.

No argument there, I'm sure.

Oh, no doubt about it. No doubt about it. Absolutely.

So I suggest a rule: No horses during office hours.

Earphone! Earphone! Oh!

Leading to a... radio! Aha! Radio!

Bosley, shame on you.

Now in the stretch, they're neck and neck.

And at the wire it's Corollary by a nose,

Ostracize by a neck and Somnambulator.

Bosley, who did you have? Did you win?

Fourth, Barefoot Dancer.

That's it. The bartender told me he got it right from the horse's mouth.