1:26:01
But it can't have been right
for your father...
1:26:04
...to pour spirits down her throat like that.
1:26:07
It might have killed her.
1:26:09
Not her. Gin was mother's milk to her.
1:26:13
Besides, he poured so much down
his own throat he knew the good of it.
1:26:18
Do you mean that he drank?
1:26:20
Drank? My word. Something chronic.
1:26:26
Here, what are you sniggering at?
1:26:30
The new small talk.
You do it so awfully well.
1:26:33
Well, if I was doing it proper,
what was you sniggering at?
1:26:38
Have I said anything I oughtn't?
1:26:42
Not at all, my dear.
1:26:43
Well, that's a mercy anyhow.
1:26:48
I don't know if there's time
before the next race to place a bet...
1:26:52
...but come, my dear.
1:26:54
I have a bet on number seven.
I should be so happy if you would take it.
1:26:57
You'll enjoy the race ever so much more.
1:26:59
That's very kind of you.
1:27:01
His name is Dover.
1:27:02
Come along.
1:27:07
## There they are again #
1:27:09
# Lining up to run #
1:27:11
# Now they're holding steady #
1:27:13
# They are ready for it. Look! #
1:27:16
# It has begun ##
1:27:24
Come on. Come on, Dover.
1:27:26
Come on.
1:27:28
Come on, Dover!
1:27:29
Come on!
1:27:34
Come on, Dover!
Move your bloomin' arse!
1:27:45
Oh, my dear.