Harry Telford:
[answers his front door at Braeside and see's reporter Bert Wolfe]
Can't you blokes ever leave a man alone?
Bert Wolfe:
I've been trying to telephone you Harry, but you're always engaged.
Harry Telford:
I leave the bloody phone off the hook and you still do your best to drive me barmy.
Bert Wolfe:
Why did you scratch Phar Lap from the Caulfield Cup Harry?
Harry Telford:
He's run down, needs a rest.
Bert Wolfe:
You told me a few days ago he was at his peak.
Harry Telford:
Why don't you just clear off.
Bert Wolfe:
Harry, someone's put 50,000 on Amonis to win the Caulfield and Phar Lap to win the Melbourne. And they've got odds of 30-1.
Harry Telford:
Nothing to do with me.
Bert Wolfe:
I'd be a bit worried if I were you Harry.
Harry Telford:
Why?
Bert Wolfe:
[acknowledges Vi Telford appearing at the door]
Mrs. Telford.
[back to Harry]
Bert Wolfe:
If Amonis wins the Caulfield, the only way some bookies can save their necks, is to stop Phar Lap winning the Melbourne Cup.
Harry Telford:
No one would hurt a champion like Phar Lap.
Bert Wolfe:
You'll be surprised what people will do if they stand to loose a million pounds Harry.
[turns to leave, but stops and looks back]
Bert Wolfe:
Look after yourself. And your horse.
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