Luck (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 3 - Ace Meets with a Talented Whiz Kid - full transcript

LUCK
Episode 3

Thanks.

- Morning.
- Morning.

They close this place up for you?

If no one's here when I come in,
they close it 20 minutes.

People make adjustments.

Now I used to know my way around
a weight room.

I wouldn't know
what half this stuff is for.

Got a piss test here.

- Do poppy bagels make your test bad?
- When you have them?

- A couple of days ago.
- Not a problem.



- Leave it open.
- Not necessary.

Fresh apples over there.

Go on.

Morning. Norman here early leases
for... Hang on a second.

Fourth race, 3-year old maiden,
special weight, 6 furlongs.

Colt's name, "Getting Up Morning"
by Delphi

out of All Boats.

Foal's registration's on file.

- Owner?
- That would be me. Walter Smith.

I'm also the trainer.
And put Ronnie Jenkins down to ride.

- Everything in order?
- Yes, sir.

The white cap. He rolling now.

Switching in leads is good.

What's that?



- What the fuck was that?
- Look out. Look out! Fuck.

Jesus!

- Was it that close?
- It didn't look close to you?

He work a'like what you pay for him.
Tell whoever you want.

And for what just happened here,
say he show he got a good mind.

He isn't restricting your activity, but
remember, your skull is fractured.

A hundred percent bum.
A hundred percent unreliable.

- Any special diet we should feed him?
- He hasn't indicated any restrictions.

Basic human consideration.
A total stranger.

- Hey! How you doin', Lon?
- Hey! Jerry!

- No complaints, considering.
- Yeah. Mr. Late for me is prompt.

- Yeah, I was looking for Goose.
- You've received your valuables.

I don't suppose you told that cowboy
you'd be late seeing him?

It's 8:15, Marcus.
I told him some time this morning.

- Or Escalante either?
- Not yet, mom.

Forgive me for trying to stay current on
matters I'm being asked to underwrite.

We're in the midst of maybe buying
a racehorse.

Yeah. I'm the lucky point man.

You've gotta stay in the wheelchair
until you clear the building.

Thanks for your helpful care.
Thank you very much.

Yanking our chain the last three days.

Was I not supposed to square us
with Goose, first?

So we wouldn't hurt his feelings,
Goose,

if we buy this horse
that he wouldn't get to train.

- That's good. That's considerate.
- Fall down drunk.

Can't remember where he leaves his bike
but we have to walk on eggshells.

Jerry's position. Escalante hasn't
trained this horse we want to buy.

Escalante knows his ins, outs
and his quirks.

We're thinking of buying
a racehorse.

- Good morning, Mr. Bernstein.
- Good morning, Mr. Chairman.

I'd like to thank my employees
for the work while I've been away.

Is the 5% position still requiring
a filing with the FCC?

- It's actually a little...
- Anything over 5%, yes, sir.

As a presently passive participant
in the operation of my company,

I recommend the board consider
buying one share more than 5% interest

and the holding company owns
a horse track over here at San Anita.

And freeing of $50 million in cash
for the purposes of that transaction.

- The chair would make a motion affect.
- Second it.

- Favor.
- I.

What are our price parameters
in the holding company purchase?

The purpose is to buy a percentage side
of weak forces filing with the FCC.

What it costs you to get that done
is your price parameters.

The motion being offered and carried,

execute the purchase
within a business week.

Accumulating a registrable position
in that short of space of time.

I assume we mean to draw attention.

- Sir?
- He's here based on what?

- You want me to get rid of him?
- Don't answer with a question.

- He's brilliant with muni derivatives.
- Send him up to my place.

What time do you want him?

Gentlemen, this is race four
in the book. Going to race three.

- Caves Creek.
- Caves Creek. Post position three.

- Mr. Brake.
- Mr. Brake, Post position six.

- Midnight Wind.
- Post position four.

- Good morning, Mr. Smith.
- Good morning.

- You mind if I watch a draw with you?
- No.

- Dusty Roads.
- Post position two.

- Any preferences to post?
- Sure as hell don't want the rail.

Morning.

Bluegrass connections, Joey? Mr. Smith
ever use your jock in Kentucky?

- I don't believe Ronnie ran for you.
- No.

Tremendous buzz
on this horse's works.

Sure impressed Ronnie the other day.
Breezing against him.

- Gettin' up Morning
- Post position one.

God damn it. Is that an adequate amount
of bullshit to print in your newspaper?

Good luck with the race.

Eh, inside hasn't been, been too,
too bad pa-past couple of days.

Good luck on Saturday!

Talk to you for a minute,
Mr. Escalante?

- Why?
- My name is Jerry Boyle.

A horse you used to train, Mon Gateau.

Yeah. You won with him for ten.
Dropped him down and won for eight.

- So what?
- We're thinking of buying him.

Your opinion's worth something to us.

Next race,
he don't get around the track.

So if we bought him, you-you wouldn't
want him back to train?

Why I would want him back to train if
I just told you he can't run no more?

A guys asks me about a girl I used
to see, maybe I still got eyes for her,

I'd tell him she's got crabs.

Come to a price with that cowboy
I tell you who should examine him.

- Thank you, Mr. Bernstein.
- Nice meeting you.

Best to Gus. Tell him the guys
at the garage are rooting for his horse.

Thank you.

Mr. Bernstein.

Mr. B, hello!

- Hello!
- You wanted me to meet you here?

- Mr. Demitriou.
- Can we hold for him?

Floor?

- Lose your key?
- This floor is private now.

Mr. Bernstein, I'm on behalf of a
thorough-bread retirement foundation

which uses former prison inmates
for broken down race horses.

Give him your card.
He keeps track for me.

- I'd be very glad to do that.
- Memory's gone.

- What's your name?
- Claire LeChea.

- Pleased to meet you. How do you do?
- Thank you.

That must happen all the time!

How did that go?
What you were interested in?

Excellent, our friend said.

What's up?

Jerry Boyle? I called you
about that horse you claimed.

Yeah. Been away a couple a years.
Must'a had some problems.

And I'll tell ya, that son of bitch's
legs have gone cold.

- So that's a good thing.
- Bevo?

Would 20 buy him?

I talked to my people after you called.
They ain't interested in selling.

At no price?

- 40 they were saying.
- Would they split the difference?

- Between what and what?
- Twenty and forty.

So thirty is your offer
with me staying on as trainer?

Thirty's our offer for the horse.

Well, you tell your people

that if he stays in my barn,
thirty-five gets it done.

How 'bout your people get twenty-five
for the horse

and I buy this barbeque off
you for five thousand?

25 for the horse, 7,500 for the barbeque
And you can go get your vet.

- Three horse worked A bullet.
- Becerra's always run good first time.

- Here's the one you should bet.
- You should move up off that last one.

- Checked. Lacked room.
- I'm on a fucking race horse, Joey.

- I absolutely agree.
- Breeze the other morning was money.

- This is the opportunity we hoped for.
- Easy for you to say.

- Ball break me now.
- And that one you put me on afternoon.

Just trying to get the rust off.

Why did I get locked up?

What were the charges, or why do I
think they went after you?

Can't be straightforward? More important
to him, you see he's in college.

Four kilograms of cocaine.

You think this comes
from a job at McDonalds?

Not from McDonalds
and not from selling narcotics.

- The charge was possession for sale.
- Not selling.

They thought to protect a family they'd
get you to cooperate in prosecution.

And instead, I went away. Never lived a
day, gonna tell me why I did something.

- Very strong in muni derivatives.
- I think that's a little restrictive.

- He thinks it's restrictive.
- As describing my strenghts.

Make a difference between junk
and derivatives.

- Define junk.
- A Chinese sailboat.

Don't have much
of a sense of humor, do you?

A person who saw
no important difference

between a fire outside a Neanderthal's
cave and a thermonuclear reactor

might tell you that junk bonds and
derivatives serve to energize capital.

I'd like to use the lavatory.

America, kid.

Excuse me.

- Said excellent? Escalante ?
- Plus he said, he's got a good head.

He dealt with some horse
that went beserk at the track.

Not fuckin' stupid, this kid.
Brains and ambition.

And thinks that's supposed to get him
somewhere. No fucking style at all.

This is the type of kid that'll
iritate the shit out of Mike.

Don't be poaching my ketchup.
You got ketchup of your own.

If things would work out, what
would you think for our stable name?

- Four Amigos.
- The Four A's Stables.

- Not Four Amigos?
- No, Four A's is a bigger tent.

Four Amigos, Four Assholes.
Hey Jerry!

Par for the course.
He doesn't call ahead with the news.

- We got a deal.
- Oh my gosh.

- What's the figure?
- Thirty-two five, all in.

- Pending he clears the vet.
- Escalante's vet gonna do the exam.

That's good. You need to compare
His current and previous condition.

If she gives the okay, we pay the
Cowboy, Escalante picks up the horse.

- A lot of good legwork.
- The details are out.

- Should I look for Goose now?
- No, he texted me. He made a time.

- Almost horse owner's, Lon.
- Let's hope she certifies him healthy.

And then we enjoy good health
to enjoy him.

Riders! Let's go, riders!

- You too, Jenkins!
- Fuck you, Charlie!

Get the double bowed sucker for eight.

Feed him for three days. Turn around
and sell him for twenty-seven grand.

I guess you feel you made
the right deal, huh?

If that ain't a week's work and
something to put in the basket on Sunday

you better call me
a greedy mother fucker.

Let's get him out and job him
and we'll be done.

I know you not gonna flunk him,
account of me being halfway fresh.

That'll make us both
Unprofessional assholes.

Good luck, Ronnie!

- Hey, Goose!
- Seven minutes late.

- No problem. Don't worry about it.
- How's the four horsemen?

Good. That horse,
you and Renz got out, shook on?

Yeah, Mon Gateau means
my cake in French.

Yeah. He passes the vet,
we're buying him off that cowboy.

I wish you guys the best of luck.
I like to put my hat in to train him.

- Well, Escalante'll train him.
- I see. Makes sense.

- Renzo wants you to have 5%.
- Can't handle my weight on the bills.

- 5% of the purses. Bills are on us.
- That's a deal I can afford.

Man, that's a blessing in disguise.
The stress was killin' me.

- Gotta go.
- Thanks, Jer.

All right. See ya, Goose.

Granted any morning, you can go to
the bar and find hat horse a cripple.

Two races since he's back. He stopped
cold. He still wins the first race.

Shows great determination and courage.
Wins the next one for fun.

But I can break his balls all I want.

It's a tremendous upside gamble.
And it was meant to going about it.

- He's really shown me something.
- I'm very excited.

Thank god
it don't compromise your appetite.

Plus, the last several nights,

he ain't out till all hours
looking to step on his prick.

That poker place does Jerry no good.

My accident may have shook him up.
In some type of wakeup call.

- There he is.
- Relax.

- Hey, what's up?
- Vet passed him.

I meet the cowboy at the paymaster,
he gets the money.

- They bring it to Escalante's barn.
- Everybody relax.

- Everything's everything with Goose.
- Thanks. Thanks a lot, Jerry.

And look right.

- Tell me the last thing you remember.
- Ah, breakfast.

You don't remember passing out?

- What did you have for breakfast?
- O.J.

Reach up for me with your left hand.
Good.

Wiggle the toes on your right foot.
Good.

You need to drink two to three fluid,
Leon, and you need to some salt.

- Are you booked to ride tomorrow?
- Don't sit him. Kid's starting to roll.

I'll write it off
as orthostatic hypotension.

-He doesn't have to take off his mounts.
-Thanks an awful lot, doc.

But I wanna see you in the morning
before you get on any horses.

- He'll be here with bells on.
- Here goes Ronnie, Joey.

Mind if I watch for a sec?

- The guy from The Times?
- He's, he's right here.

I apologize for being short
with you before.

I caught you at the wrong time.

As far as Ronnie Jenkins, I was about
done by the time he got going.

I always knew he could horseback.

- Let's back 'em up. Let's go.
- Closing.

Easy now. I'm an old man.

Come on, Ronnie. Get him home!

What the fuck are you doing, Ronnie!

- I can't hold him.
- Get outta here.

You all right, Ronnie?

I break this fucking collarbone more
than I get laid.

You could'a hooked those guys up
with Cantwell about that horse.

- Why we hooking him up with Cantwell?
- Why?

You been acting like looking
at me gives you a toothache.

I decided I think it wasn't you.

That day I'm losing him,
I think it wasn't you, you know?

Tipped that cowboy my horse was sound.

- You are a sick fucking creature.
- Don't worry about it.

I always look like I'm worried when I'm
concentrating on not throwing up.

I changed my mind. I just told you.

Two years we took care of that horse.

I passed him as racing sound.
Miguel can go pick him up.

Oh, uh, put on your to-do list:
go fuck yourself.

I do better with some help.

- 8,5% on top of everything else.
- It's the tax on $25 thousand.

- Yeah, I understand what it is.
- Uncle Sam.

- Mr. Smith.
- Could I trouble you for a phone?

I forgot to call that stammer when
his jock went down in this last race.

I left my eyeglasses in the barn.

I got all the agents on my phone.
You want me to call Joe Rathburn?

Aw, thank you. Thank you very much.

I saw Jenkins sitting out.
It looked like it might be too bad.

Oh, my horse runs in two days.
He's supposed to ride.

Good, cowboy tries for tax on his bribe,
I'm calling the cops.

Hang on just a sec.

Thank you.
I left my cellphone in the barn.

I'll get that barbeque cleaned up
for you.

Slow down. I can't understand
what you're saying.

Seven days a week. Eighty-five a day
for training including him hay a straw.

A hundred and twenty-five
for the blacksmith one time a month.

He then takes 75 to what we calling him
float his teeth so the horse can eat.

$3 dollars a day for vitamins,
$60 bucks a month for carrots.

And when he need acupuncture,

which if you was inside this horses legs,
you'd be screaming for that every day,

that's another $125.

The horse runs, the pony
who go with him costs 25.

You wanna him insurance? I wouldn't
do it 'cause his legs.

The horse run somewhere
except this track,

the van to taking him costs
another couple'a hundred.

You pay the veterinarian on your own
and you got to get yourself a silks.

We're thinking
what a silk should look like.

- For our jockeys, right?
- Yeah. Plus possible stable names.

I bill you every month.
You get behind, we got trouble.

Here he is.

He grazing him a little then
put him away. He has a stall.

What now should we expect,
As far as our next move racing?

Now? You should expect
I do what I do and not you.

How about petting him?

- You might wanna.
- No.

Zanahorias.

Carrots. He like them.

Your man there got my numbers. If I
only talk to him, that's okay with me.

Keep your hands open.

How is it, doc? What's that?
Not-not too bad, right?

- Four to six weeks.
- Christ.

For pain.

- Lavatory, doc?
- Down the hall to the right.

Your ma says you're gonna
Learn to land different.

- Six times.
- I saw many old breaks on the X-ray.

'Bout to get on one would've been
just what the hell I needed.

Derivatives.

You spin numbers off from
what they're supposed to represent.

But values, except for numbers,
go into the shitter.

Money becomes only a self.

All right, sir. Okay. I'll get
some overalls and some earthworms.

You want my tailors number or you
wanna tell me how much you make?

With my bonus?

Answers with a question. Do you make
a million dollars? Simple question.

- No sir.
- Go home. Come back tomorrow.

Tell me every fucking thing you did.
If I like what I hear,

I'll give you a million dollars for
the next 12 months that you work for me.

- Doing what?
- That's the first thing you write down.

Before I left here, I asked him
a stupid fucking question.

You don't shake hands?

- Pleasure to meet you.
- We didn't meet yet.

- Nathan Israel.
- Gus Demitriou.

- Pleasure to meet you, Nathan.
- Pleased to meet you, Gus.

Our rider got dropped. Jenkins.

Busted his collar bone.
No way he'll be able to ride.

You'll get a top jock, Mr. Smith.

Come here.

Give this peppermint,
so he don't raise Cain and hurt himself.

It won't taste the same to him
from my hand.

Go on. Give it to him.

Jesus, you fuck this up,
every part and every damn aspect.

All right. I'll come back
and see him later.

Those women signed up
guys on life insurance, then kill 'em.

- Now they're headed to Philly.
- Philadelphia, huh?

- That's the most recent hit.
- Their last known whereabouts.

They kill their marks.
Those women that attacked me.

They're already entered in my diary.

Canadian.

Yeah. They headed across country,
'cause we're working on the case.

I don't think you'll see them again.
But any contact, I'm your first call.

- A beer, detective?
- No thanks. I'm on duty.

- We have bratwurst, hamburger...
- A cop never refuses a free meal.

We just bought a racehorse,
Detective Conaboy.

That will keep you out of trouble.
I could be had for a burger.

Yeah. Probably be here now
for god damn meal.

- I gotta go.
- For where?

- I'm on the lookout for fun.
- The fuck?

- I'll be home by midnight, mom.
- That's a lie.

- You're going to gamble.
- See ya, guys! See ya, detective!

- Where's Jerry going?
- The fuck you asking me for?

How many balls on the table?

Double vision's about gone,

but all water I drank, I might
start pissing through my ears.

Ronnie's in the wind.

The one thing you've gotta remember,

to enable you to lead your career,
everything in moderation.

When I was home for Christmas, Joey,

me and my brother got
to measuring pointing fingers.

Uncle Sam wants you the poster
you look like right bow.

How much bigger mine is than Donnie's,
and which Donnie weighs 160 pounds.

Your brother Donnie never trained
or disciplined his eating habits,

or the missteps and the decisions
an adult jockey has to,

as a personal, private adult.

Okay. Okay. Let's drop it.

Go get yourself some sleep.

Ronnie' s one of the quickest
healers I ever met.

Well I appreciate you telling me
how to get ahold Of Rosie's agent.

No problem, sir. Did you get
in touch with Tommy Swanson yet?

I'm trying to figure out
how to put it.

What I mean to say is

if it'll do any harm bringing
Rosie back from Portland,

if she's going good up there.

I'm just thinking if someone knows
a horse,

instead of some god damn jock
that doesn't know the hore at all.

Temporary arrangement.
It's a very good thought.

Very thoughtful ya that
you just have her the one ride.

- Ready for a seat, Mr. B?
- Uncle Ben still selling rice?

Neighbourhood watch. You're the person
having trouble getting sex?

Yeah. I'm him.

- How's Irish?
- He can run sooner than I thought.

Wanna do it?

- A pint of cutty.
- You got it, sir.

Essay. CUTTY.

He gave me your number.
Your friend with the stammer.

Yeah. Well, what I want...

Who would be call you? Me.

For any god damn reason?
Nonsense.

What,
are you afraid of this or that?

Because how big a god damn fool
they gonna let walk around

without being
in a god damn strait-jacket?

Is she doing all right?

Is the sole question I'm asking you.

They're supposed to keep an objective
lookout to what our situation is.

And prospects for success up there.

And stand up and look to her interests.

Yeah.

- Many welcomes, Jerry!
- I'll run 'em for you, Leo.

Miss you!

Is that your place that shut down
for serving marinated dog?

No. Business good at my restaurant.

So plenty fast food wanton
and get a free fortune cookie.

- Jerry's fortune bad, bad, bad.
- Yeah? What's my fortune?

Afraid to say. Maybe you'll throw
your dress your head, cry like a baby.

- Raise.
- Oh, my man Jerry back!

Kid like that the minute you look at you
wanna smack in the back of the head.

Speaking of Nathan...

What do you think, Ace?
You think he's up to it?

- The kid?
- Yeah.

As long as he don't know
what he's up to.

A million bucks, Ace...
I thought the guy was gonna faint.

I gotta call that woman. Remind me.

The one with the conson.
Broken down horses.

You see how she stood ah,
Maurice's greasy eyeball?

Kid place the big shot.
Lose your key. Jesus Christ.

I wanna call her in the morning.

I'm gonna call her
in the morning.

That's some beautiful fuckin' horse.

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