Luck (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 2 - Ace Meets with a Potential Investor - full transcript

Chafing under his parole conditions but eager to move forward in the racetrack deal, Ace shows off his famous temper during a contentious meeting with one-time colleague Nick DiRossi and a ...

LUCK
Episode 2

Have you engaged in activities that may
violate the terms of your parole?

I haven't.

Any change in residence
or contact information?

No.

- How are you settling in?
- Okay, good, thanks.

You're going
to have to give me a urine sample.

I have difficulty if someone's looking.

- What did you do inside?
- People made adjustments.

Shy kidneys.

Thank you.



You just got invited to lunch.

As far as Escalante is concerned,
we could make that another day.

We'll fit this in.

- How'd it go in there?
- Guy seems decent.

Yeah it's me. Yeah, my friend said
to say, "That's fine." Yeah okay.

Bolster put me back on my heels.
Flying in without notice.

Two thousand.

When's the old man decide
who's riding him?

- What's it look like I'm doing?
- I mean riding him when he runs.

Well if you'd put me in,
he's about to run right now.

- Riding him in the afternoon?
- Ya' limp dick egious.

Why don't you stick to loading
and let the old man train his horse?

- He's supposed to be a good one.
- Yeah? Get used to the view darling.

Sit down bigger table Jerry;
maybe you sell your house?



- My aunt died.
- Condolence. Sorry for your loss.

Yeah well we weren't that close.
How about time?

- Player calls time.
- Usually I come in short money.

Stop by three, five dollar game. Bring
some Jerry's chips to play over here.

- 'Cause this is your century Lester.
- Minute to play Lester or you're dead.

I got next 88 years.

Come on. Come on.

Lord, heaven help us all.

- Fifteen seconds Lester.
- Make my flush on the river Jerry.

- Oh yeah? Congratulations.
- I'll show you after you fold.

Why don't you show me
how you take a raspberry douche?

I put Jerry all in.

- Call.
- Call.

Straight.

Player has a flush.

Wouldn't lie to you Jerry.
Too much respect for your game.

Jerry on tilt. Maybe go get more
money from Auntie's shoe box.

Ace, with all you've been through
coming out looking so good.

- No tea party.
- No, it was a disgrace.

They draw the line nowhere.

The Greek having fun
off that jackpot he won?

Oh the life of Riley. We're driving out
after this to see the horse he bought.

As many stunts as our four guys pulled

so that his guy could be
the guy that played that slot.

You wanna fix yourself a plate Ace?

Before we start Ace, can I quick
interject a message from Mike?

Mike sends his best.

Anything you wanna do he will support
in any form or fashion you suggest.

Should we start? The U.S.
economy is in the fucking toilet.

The New York bankers
with their Three Card Monty bond swaps

about brought
the whole fucking walls down.

Tremendous structural damage,
the tax base, unemployment,

plus my impression, tremendous
compression of the leisure gaming dollar.

One hundred percent accurate.

Well then why look to buy a racetrack
with all the added arguments against.

The churn is slow; the unexploited
square footage; he stables;

the racing surface;
the grassy grounds and flowers.

Because in California, established
and passed by the legislature,

horse racing is legal
and casino gaming isn't.

Leaving aside for the rain dances
and like the whole state economy,

the track is desperate for new streams
of revenue - the perfect Trojan horse.

To bring in slots and table games.

I put up the money; your name's on
the signs; your end's ten points,

plus you've got a 12-month option,
up to 39 more;

my purchase price, plus my costs.

This isn't fucking costs, this is a full
court press in Sacramento.

The last I understood, option means your
choice, 12 months stands for a year.

Here comes
the famous Bernstein temper.

What you get for your ten points
if you decide to nix the option,

you get for us being friends.

And for our name on the signs.

Because I'm a fucking felon. Anything
else you want to explain to me?

No.

What part Mike wants, he can
take a piece of your piece.

You tell him
that he can work that out with you.

Chester Bernstein ladies and gentlemen;
the ace is back in place.

Are they moving the way you predicted?

Yes, they're going to move
on the racetrack. The hook is sunk.

They swindle Mike with your idea for
a poker room, he'll swallow it whole.

Nothing Mike likes better,
taking someone else's idea.

I still don't know how you ever
got involved with this guy.

25 years ago a different person and
the best head for business by a lot,

until he started making it big,
really big.

- That's what happened with that condo.
- With that what?

- The condo.
- Co-op, co-op.

We had it in New York for business,
entertainment.

When we split up, I kept
the co-op, he took the plane.

And then the grandson at NYU
starts using it,

and Mike starts using
my co-op to stash his dope.

- He could've stashed it anywhere.
- You can't see his perverse logic.

And my grandson's swinging
from the chandelier with six broads

and then someone upstairs drops a dime
and they bring the K-9s, find the stash.

My grandson says it's not his.
And he wasn't lying, it was Mike's.

All's I remember from that time
is this little boy

that was running around
with his shoes untied.

Six kilos of cocaine?

You couldn't send him buy dog food
the shape he was in four years ago.

- Well the feds had to know.
- Of course they knew.

They want me to roll over on Mike
and his offshore bullshit.

I roll over on Mike
or the kid takes the fall.

After you take door number three where
you claim the dope and you do the time,

the question is Ace,
what if it was all turned around?

And the answer is Mike would've
given me up in a heartbeat.

I never ratted on anybody and I
wouldn't do it with that cocksucker.

Still don't know why
you wouldn't let me kill that prick.

- Stop it. Stop it.
- Hypothetic I'm saying, hypothetic.

That's enough. And it's hypothetically.

Easy body, always got his head out his
stall. He going to take everything in.

Okay, I'll let him clock the action.

Jogging him wrong to the wire,
standing him as long as he wants.

- Well how was it?
- Fast.

Did you see him charge and head
to the other two when we broke out?

Broke great, no hesitation.
No he stretched out well.

A gentleman going in Mr. Walter,
stood there perfect.

- When they it he left like a champ.
- He wouldn't blow a match out now.

And I'm saying out loud,
us two really get along.

Whatever you think that's worth.

Well anyways
take him on home to the barn, okay.

Begging
like some chancer on the dog.

Who he was Chalkie, the bay just piss
on his company working out the gate.

That would be Getting Up Morning
El Presidente.

He's a three-year-old colt
by Delphi, yet to start.

By Delphi?
He got a right to be okay.

I must need a vacation; I nearly
understood everything you just said.

Puto. Did you understand that?

- He's okay. He's decent.
- Worked faster last week.

Couldn't stay with that bay. Did you
want me to ask him and get him sour?

I didn't want to waste a workout.
Get him back to the goddamn barn.

Ain't I glad I got up early to hear you
bitch and moan?

You ain't been fooling with those Dale
Carnegie charm school they got out here.

- How are you Mr. Smith?
- I'm all right.

- Good to see another Kentucky face.
- You've got yourself a fast 3-year-old.

He's a promising type.
Heard you took a bad fall.

- I'm up and at 'em now.
- That's good.

- Why don't you stop by the barn?
- You've got it boss.

We'll tell each other some lies.

Slickest trader on the grounds enters
his horse cheaper off a win this week,

which is like hanging a please buy
this nag sign off the animal's neck,

and you propose we claim him.

Yes for the reason he was key
to our jackpot pick six success.

How about if we get sentimental, we all
hold hands around a men's room toilet,

flush the eight grand we blow on the
claim and save ourselves the sales tax?

- So you'd have reservations?
- Hmm, nothing gets by you.

- It's Jerry. Hey Jerry.
- Hey.

- Looking half dead.
- Geez, I feel like a million bucks.

I'm going for a smoke.

So what was the hit?

- You assume I lost.
- What size game you were in?

All right ten, twenty,
not that big a step up.

No photos, no ceremony
presenting us our pick six money,

all our precautions to keep anonymous

and suddenly you're Johnny Big Time
at the poker table?

- It's not like we robbed a bank.
- It's like this mope here.

Wants us claiming Escalante's horse.
Drawing attention on that front.

Yeah I saw Escalante's dropping
the horse down.

Not to mention Lonnie likely bragging
to those biddies that he's banging.

- Take it easy.
- Go fuck yourself.

Renz, you're obligated to absolutely
nothing until we claim the horse.

I need to look at the horse
in the paddock. All right Goose?

I know this horse of Escalante's
so well I know every pimple on him.

- You know Marcus right?
- He's a hall of fame ball buster.

He'd be one of the partners that I'd
hope to eventually involve, plus Jerry.

Of course Jerry. Brilliant handicap
and poker room whore.

I don't think you'd know Lonnie.

Horse ownerships tend to be fluid.
That's why pencils have erasers.

So some combination of fractions
depending, four partners, 25...

- You got the money on your own, right?
- Yeah.

All right, let's see.
Ball park, sales tax, 8,800.

- Can you handle that?
- Yes.

Which I will put up individually,
making the horse a present.

That's a beautiful and noble gesture.

- Let's go to the track. Come on.
- What now? Right now?

Okay there, oh good job, good job.

I just gave your 8,000 dollar horse
his 20 dollar shot of Lasix.

You think I'm losing him this afternoon?
Someone going to drop in a claim?

I don't know why you put him up
for claim in the first place.

I'm going running him with front wraps
this time, scare away these vultures.

- Bandages, sure old school head fake.
- Whoa back.

The money coming out
to see this one later on.

Ace Bernstein that they calling him
coming with his beard

to see what his two million bought him.

He's doing great Turo.

First he's to the track this morning,
showed up all eyes and ears.

Agua. Ace Chester Bernstein going
to look to butt in my business.

Okay Renz, first we need
to get your owner's license.

Let's get your fingerprints now.

Hey, looking like a million bucks.

- Well if that ain't right on the nose.
- Hey guys.

Want money, head up ass. It's as good
as flashing across a Snoopy blimp.

Who? What?

You putting yourself in that suit
to prove to those cock-struck broads

who probably you already hit it
at 50 different ways.

It so happens you got things backwards.
Those women bought this Brioni for me.

Oh sure they did
for your personal injury scam.

So when you take that insurance flip
your father's setting you up for,

you'll blend in with the foot traffic.

You think you're a real scamster?

Meanwhile they probably got you signed
to some life insurance policy.

No, you bought that suit. Putting on
airs and drawing scrutiny on all of us.

Maybe you're confused with my mother,
that I'm required to take your abuse.

Well than maybe you, your circus outfit
and your good fortune you had to do with

could put yourself in another section.

Yeah, maybe I'll go you one better.

Oh well perish that thought.
Be still my poor heart.

I appreciate our good fortune we had,

but ball-breaking over my wardrobe
is not my idea of fun,

and my mental adroitness is dulled
by this constant negativity.

What?

And don't think they mightn't have
bad intentions toward him either,

those insurance broads,
they find out he scored.

Mental fucking adroitness.

Lonnie!

- He got up on the wrong side.
- Yeah well tell me a day he didn't.

It's a new situation Lon. It's
a process of adjusting for everybody.

For me too! It feels like he's in a
movie falling off a building backwards.

If I said Lon, that we could continue
our partnership under a new concept,

what would you say then?

Renz, I'm OD-ing on concepts.
Thanks for the coffee.

With money comes responsibility,
if you think you can handle it or not.

With some of his money,
Lonnie bought himself a suit.

Yeah, and I have a right to object
of him drawing scrutiny on me.

- How does he draw scrutiny on you?
- From being included in his spotlight.

Same as you running up your come
and get me flag at that poker joint.

- That puts scrutiny on you?
- You sit down at a bigger table right?

Because you didn't win
your bigger bankroll there,

they recognize you won it here where
you and me are known associates.

You want me to sit
in a different section?

You're going to end up broke
and alone if you know it yet or not.

Does he ever actually wash his clothes?
Or you like them where they rot?

What is it to you you
pig-faced paper-bag-looking cunt?

Yeah you mind your business
or you'll find out what happens.

I'd better back off. You may cough at me
violently while struggling for breath.

Hey, we're talking Kagel.

Let me leave you with a song.
Three points a week.

Put your cash to work on a streak boys,
and make yourselves 3 points a week.

That 7,000 I just lost for the week,
I'm 650 grand ahead.

You just lost 7,000?

Maybe broke and alone is
what you're afraid of,

and that's why you're carrying what you
carry in that fucking laundry bag.

- I have no idea what you talk about.
- My ass. See ya Renz.

- When are you coming back?
- Probably not today.

I'm this moment's excuse you're going
back there to get your teeth kicked in.

- It's your fucking problem now.
- I'm claiming that horse Marcus.

You're kidding right?

You're invited to buy him with me
in partnership. It's a yes or no.

No. And where do you think
you're positioned to do so

with no license or trainer and
never mind the mental wherewithal?

You might be surprised where people
were positioned

if you weren't busy wading through their
feelings left and right, hurting them.

- I was thinking of getting a bear claw.
- No, no bear claw.

No I don't need you overweight
riding back today for Escalante.

Well I was thinking I could
do some extra road work.

It looks like Ronnie had a good friendly
back-and-forth with that old man.

Yeah, that's good. Did Mr. Escalante
say how that horse is doing?

It's not our place to ask.

Dropping him in
we're cheaper off a win.

And I'm saying you and me trying to
handicap a trainer like Escalante...

You remember what
I told you that was called?

Heavy lifting with light equipment.

You're worried
might the horse be unsound?

- I guess I am a little.
- Let me give you some advice.

Acts of God and so forth,
bad luck like that spill you were in,

to worry yourself afterwards about those
can affect your ongoing performance...

You worry about everything Joey.

Putting yourself in even more
of the way of getting hurt

which was a factor with Ronnie, and
only now he's coming back from, I hope.

Don't spell nothing wrong or
the claim will be null and voided.

For owner I put my name until my friends
get licensed, and for trainer I put you.

Yeah, right there, yeah.

He's got those bandages on.
I can't see his front legs.

- What would that be a sign of?
- He didn't wear them in his last race.

Either he's got a problem

or Escalante is pretending he has
a problem so nobody will claim him.

Why is he pretending
if he doesn't want him claimed?

So he looks broken down so the odds
go up, but he keeps the horse. Let's go.

-That's Escalante huh?
-He puts his pants on one leg at a time.

Gentlemen, happy afternoon.

-.Turo Escalante, Chester Bernstein.
- Good to know you Mr. Bernstein.

- Mucho gusto, we say in my country.
- Stick to your routine.

I know he bring you to show you
his champion in my barn.

First I have to run
this 8,000 dollar bum.

He looks like new money. I wouldn't
say that just to get you to claim him.

Now comes the jockey. What we calling
him a bug, for just starting out.

- Tell him your name.
- Leon Micheaux.

- How are you gentlemen today?
- Yeah, good. You?

- Nice to meet you.
- Come here.

Good luck! Safe trip!

Ace, what is a claiming race?

They set a price where you can buy
any horse in the race.

- And when do you put up your dough?
- Before the race you put your claim in.

And then after he runs
you can pull your offer.

No, you own him no matter what,
unless there's more than one claim.

- But you knew that.
- I knew that, yeah.

- Should I warm him up real good?
- Why you ask a question like that?

No reason.

You should be as sound
as this fucking horse.

Riders up!

- Seems like a nice kid.
- No brain, but he can ride.

If you wanted to make a bet,
I wouldn't tell you don't go ahead.

Oh yeah? So you're pretty confident
with his chances?

If the bug don't fall off, they win
longer than you can throw a rock.

- Comprende? Do you understand?
- Si. Yes.

Gentlemen.

Stamp it.

- Hello.
- Yeah, back at ya.

- Who are you on?
- Uh, the four, yeah.

Jesus Christ. That lowball numb nut
you're going to use to train.

Right this way gentlemen.

- Okay kid.
- Okay thanks.

There isn't 300 people here today.

Ace this is the biggest bet I ever made
by 195 dollars. Do you believe it?

- Ready kid?
- Yeah, yeah.

That's our horse, right Goose?

No!

What the fuck?
Should be pissing on these cucarachas.

No! No!

Come on now you conyo.

Let's show him!

Come on doll.

Look at him go Goose!
Look at him go!

Look at this Ace. Come on horse.
Come on! Come on!

Come on now.
Come on with that horse.

Ace look at this. This horse
is going to win. Look at this.

Yeah!

The horse won.
Ace I had 200 dollars on this race.

- Good for you.
- Don't ever knock this country to me.

- Easy money, hey Escalante?
- He run good, yeah.

Hey, you won.

Leon.

Perfect.

- Can't we be in the photo Goose?
- First let's see if there's a shake.

- What's a shake?
- Just come on. Come on with me.

Gee Mr. Escalante, he got claimed?

You better hope I don't find out
you ran your mouth.

I didn't say nothing to no one.

You know, for a guy who just won,
he don't look none too happy.

- There's another claim in for him.
- Oh, oh my gosh.

It's us and Mulligan. We have
a fifty, fifty chance of getting him.

Ah my stomach's all butterflies.

Number one is Goose Kellogg.
Two is Chris Mulligan.

Two. Mulligan.

- We got outshook Renz.
- Mulligan gets him, not us.

I losing my horse to some fucking
cowboy with different sized haircuts.

-Congratulations that at least you won.
- Don't worry.

When I find who spilled out the beans,
I make the fucker a little sorry.

Yeah good.

Sorry I worry just a little second
with a problem of my own.

- When can he see his horse?
- Right away, I take you both right now.

The bees are 100 percent.
You might find a case to tell him?

I'm refreshed and I'm enthusiastic.

Jesus Christ Joey,
it's like you're walking me to school.

You go on ahead alone. Okay?

-We have no problem making our weight.
-Shut the fuck up.

I was going to give him to my friends.
I don't know what's going to happen now.

I know a guy. He's got a two-year-old
for sale. He says he can really run.

- He good looking ain't he?
- Of course it ain't a beauty contest.

Lucky for the two of us.
Just about the picture of her daddy.

Delphi, father,
stamps his gait, definitely.

Did I ever tell you a strange story
about you and this horse.

Well his second half mile at Keeneland,
which was the morning

of the afternoon you were in the middle
of that hell over at Pimlico.

Some A-l blue blood assholes
gave me a leg up on that hell.

Well you fairly had beaten them
in the Derby,

so they made sure the next one
was going to be hardball.

And then you were on the radio and
you laid into them getting interviewed.

And then you talked
about the Kentucky quality.

You had me laughing in the stall.

Being blue blood don't make the
Triple Crown your own private playpen.

That's when I first said to him that
he could be something special.

Delphi's son.

Kentucky quality killed his daddy.

When the colonel died, they took over
the farm and they spent all the money.

There was nothing left.

They took out an insurance policy
on Delphi for 30 million,

then they killed him.

They broke his legs.
They said it was his fault.

You know what breaking legs sounds
like? Branches snapping.

I always wondered if maybe I could've
done something, heard something.

Well you got a chance
with Delphi's son now sir.

Yeah and I want,...

- Uh, what'd you say?
- You got a chance with this one sir.

Yeah, you're right.

You're right. I'll take it.
Let's go.

Thanks for going on this side.
I appreciate it.

Not often you get to go
on the wrong side is it?

I call.

Jerry love to gamble, love to draw.

Pair of queens.

Three tens.

What am I doing? What am I doing?

Deal.

Jerry got money to win back.
You're taking him forever.

Keep it up bug eater. I'll slap
the slant off your fucking face.

I only wish I could specifics how
my circumstances came to improve.

Your situation has changed.

You don't need our help any longer
with what we were trying to arrange.

I regret slip and fall insurance scam,
it didn't work out.

What I hope we can agree on,

we'll be eligible to occasionally
still have some laughs.

- Oh sure. Why not?
- That makes me happy. I'm relieved.

- What about now?
- As far as?

A few laughs.
He doesn't want to.

He's letting us down easy.
He's never going to see us again.

No, no that's happens to be bullshit
and not to represent my feelings.

The arrangements you made, the forms,
I'm sick you went through paperwork.

And I thought you liked
your cock between our titties.

Well hello to the emperor.

Are you trying to awake
the sleepy giant?

What are you trying to do embarrassing
yourself in front of him for?

What's that? I hear a voice
from inside my pants.

What about me the emperor
is saying. I'm white and 21.

When did I lose my right to vote?

Ladies, to laughs.

I got to say, he looks a lot better
than he did from last week.

A lot of time people feel something
they don't know about.

Like from knowing they still they go
ahead and run their fucking mouth.

Jesus Christ!

Keeping a civil tongue too tough?

I'm going to beg to keeping him
if that's what you expect me to do.

His cold did get better and his feet got
better. We're giving him better shoes.

He's got a hell of a stride on him
when he runs.

He showed me
some of the tapes of his races.

Very smooth action.
He move very good on the track.

Two years ago I got to start
paying all his bills myself.

The owner skipped.

The horse's both front legs had
went bad, bowed they calling it.

And how they was bowed we supposed
to give him away for nothing

to someone you don't like.

And you lost him? It looks like you
took a beat on that game you ran.

Ace, there's that goat. The one
with the nuts the size of pumpkins.

This horse likes that goat,
pushing him around with his nose.

He say that when this horse
go to the track,

the goat come to the horse's stall
and waits for the horse to come back.

He calling him Bisente

because he have the same full lower
legs like the exercise boy Bisente have.

- And what do you call him?
- Me? Goat.

What do they charge you for the carrots?
Now, not when you started 30 years ago.

Maybe 15 dollars a bag. What do you
care how much my carrots cost?

- You know I was in prison?
- That's what people say.

Maybe what else they're going to say,
this is some kind of mobbed up project.

What do I know? I'm from Peru.

- Can I pet him?
- Why couldn't you?

Got a very plain head on him.

- You can do it. Come on.
- Come on baby. Come on, do it.

Christ almighty this is
humiliating, fucking disgraceful.

- Why don't you help him Lynette?
- Let me diddle your asshole a bit.

- That never did it for me.
- Don't give up!

Let a veteran mouth go to work,

and if you're not careful
I might just take out my bridge.

- What the fuck you hit me for?
- Sorry.

Here suck my titty.
Suck my titty. Suck my titty.

What we insured, you moron,
was your life.

- Fuck man! Are you trying to kill me?
- Dammit!

You think you can double cross people

or lie on your word and your promises
like our Muslim President from Kenya?

- Christ you're bashing my skull.
- You're a fucking lying scum bag.

- Man help me! Hey man help me!
- What's up bro?

- You're fucking crazy man.
- I got money. I got money.

- You know them?
- The Oasis Motel.

- Twenty-five thousand.
- Sails up, ship's leaving.

- This is a ruling for this hand only.
- Do not try this at home.

By agreement of both players,

cash not on the table at the beginning
of the hand has been put into action.

All right guys, turn them over.

Ace, queen, two pair.

Kings.

Give him his chips.

One time ruling.
Normal house rules resume.

- Cash me out.
- Yes sir, Mr. B.

Jerry, make it back to Mr. B. Come back
tomorrow I wipe the white off your face.

The boss, out among 'em.

Rosie.

- Did he eat it up?
- Oh yeah, didn't leave an oat.

I'm red in the face putting you
on the spot about riding.

No, no Rosie, it was my fault.

I just left you out there by not
speaking up. I wasn't sure.

There's my answer.

There's your answer, with me saying
you done a lovely job to get him here.

I don't think anybody could've done it
any better,

and I'll be surprised if you don't turn
out one race-riding son of a gun.

At Portland Meadows and the like.

Well it's going to be an easier place
to start from.

- I think I'll have a beer.
- I'll spot you three at nine ball.

Now a while back,
that'd be an offer you'd regret.

- Well have one for me huh.
- I will Rosie.

Bud for me.

- Change!
- Keep it.

How are you sir? Joe Rathburn,
I got Ronnie Jenkins book.

- Hmm, sit down.
- Thank you.

You wouldn't know any jocks agents
up at Portland Meadows do you?

- Tommy Swanson should.
- Tommy, oh.

The girl who's been getting on my colt
is looking to try it up there.

- I've known Tommy for years.
- She's won some in Ireland.

She's real smooth
and she's got nice, quiet hands.

You have her call me.
I'll put the two of them in touch.

- Rosie.
- Rosie, yeah, that's an easy one.

Not once you get to know her.

You figure Jenkins will have rode
a few races by Saturday week?

- Yes, absolutely.
- Okay.

- The uh, race number four.
- Six furlongs, yes sir.

My bay the girl breezed this morning,

I was wondering if your guy Jenkins
would like to ride.

Yes sir.
We sure as hell would sir. Yes sir.

- How you doing?
- Good.

- We didn't get the horse.
- I saw.

- First rate pick your trainer.
- Goose, yeah. You saw?

Yeah did he make it to the hall
of fame yet, I forget.

Uh, yeah who is it?
There's someone at the door.

All right, yeah, good night.

Can you hang on a sec.
I'll be back, uh, if we could talk.

Jesus Christ, Lonnie!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I probably shouldn't be moved.
I think I got multiple fractures.

- Marcus!
- What?

- How can I help if I don't move you?
- I don't know.

- You got to get him inside.
- I don't wanna...

He's right. I got to lift you up gently.
Okay? All right.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Okay, okay I've got you.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Come on, get in here.

- You gonna leave him on a cot outside.
- I'm sorry.

I drive around to the track's back
entrance,

just for a chance to wind him up, knock
a nickel off his price of his carrots.

- He'd scream bloody murder, Escalante.
- Now there's a picture for you.

Escalante behind a pushcart
full of fruits and vegetables.

Him wanting to be on the inside
training horses.

He knew was he was in a strange
country, he hated selling vegetables.

And don't know to this day that it was
you who got him through the gate.

It's him took the bit between his teeth.
He's who made himself into something.

All I did was tell some trainer
whose bets I book,

hey there's a guy outside
you should hire.

Bring him in here into the stable
to shovel horse shit. Give him a start.

That's how I know what's waiting for
Mike. You don't leave no open contracts.

We need a go-between.

Between DeRossi, Cohen, Mike
and us? What about me?

- You get hot under the collar.
- Well yes granted, but...

- I take my colt.
- Okay.

We get someone we trust
or someone we don't.

Somebody about whom
that don't make a difference.

All that trouble getting them to fix
that slot so they think I'd owe them.

Set a meeting tomorrow
with my investment company.

I'll pick a go-between so we can do
what we need to do to get these guys.

- Please tell me I didn't let you down.
- I wouldn't bullshit you.

Then let's go get these cocksuckers.

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LUCK
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