Luck (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 4 - Ace Meets with a Colleague - full transcript

LUCK
Episode 4

Jerry, you're not strong.

Why time come, you show your ass?
You pay for some baby reason.

How come your baby reason and
you play when the cards don't let you?

You say, fuck cards! Maybe I get lucky.
I wanna be lucky for my baby reason.

That's how I know you show
your ass to me, Jerry.

The thing you want to be careful with,
Leo,

Is that my baby reason don't wind up
splitting your head open for you first.

- Hello, boss,
- Jesus, girl. Today of all days.

- How's he doing?
- Well, see for yourself.

Here, give him one of these.



Morning, pops.

I suppose we might as well run him.

You ready to run today?
Are ya?

Are you ready to run today?
You are?

- Here he comes.
- Escalante.

- With our horse?
- If so, I don't see him.

You see Escalante, but you don't see our
horse? When would if so enter into this?

- He should lower his binoculars.
- What are you afraid of ?

He said he didn't want us
Cramping his training style.

We own a horse in his barn. And
how long has this been our hang-out?

- He makes a good point.
- Where is Jerry? As if I didn't know.

He's good, your horse. He's healthy.
I jog on him I said before.

Can we visit him later, in the barn?

You could visit him,
but maybe go shop for a wiener dog.



This is our regular hang-out.

How hard could it be
to text where are you?

- Work with it, Turo.
- No.

I heard that horse is back in your barn,
The one we run the two race for you.

Those gamblers bought him. I'm giving
him some time off. Then he'll run again.

That makes sense. Him having run
the two so close together.

- I got to watch my horses.
- Sure.

Here he is.

Is he gaining weight?

Bug?

No, that Mormon girl used
to sing with her brothers.

Let me tell you something.

That kid is rigorous about his exercise,
his diet regimen

and every single other aspect
of his whole approach.

So I tell the kid, time comes for the
Horse to run back, he's back on.

Yeah, that's up to you.

Jesus, Leon!
What's the other fucker look like?

Good luck today.

I called you a dozen times since
your Houdini from the hospital.

I turned my phone off to get some rest.

- You're fucking loaded, Ronnie.
- I'm dealing with a lot of pain.

Getting strung out again is what you'll
deal with, without my support.

If that ain't incentive enough to
stay high, I don't know what would be.

I got two jocks, Ronnie. It's not enough
That the bugger's gaining weight.

It's gonna be a shit-heel
too like you to worry about.

Joey, can you hear me?

Get the fuck away from me!
I'm having my morning coffee.

That a girl. Just get into it.
Yeah...

That's good.

I guess that's out of her way,
Bruiser.

Both hands on the wheel, girl, for
Christ damn sake. Right, Bruiser?

She looks good. Yeah.

All right...

You're as if this is hers.

She knows she can trust you,
like you've worked for her a long time.

This is a fucking person.

Good morning.

The 75$ ain't a problem, Ma.
I'll send 250$.

My concern is the steps down the road.

And at Saint Eloishes, ain't the bingo,
Which is the invariable jump-off.

Next thing, you're in Reno on the slots.
No, don't do that. No.

Okay. Ten, 15 minutes.
Boyles Street, Western Union.

Ma... How you doing with that
Filter cigarette experiment? Ma?

Fold.

I'm out.

I fold.

Action to you? Three thousand.

Unbelievable.

Got middle pair again, Jerry?
Go ahead. Shove.

- Why don't you fuck yourself?
- Come on, Jerry. Jesus.

- That's when you say floor.
- Exactly.

I don't call floor or time. I want
you to talk yourself into playing.

Why don't you concentrate on fucking
yourself up your sideways wink ass?

- You're not gonna call floor?
- I would.

Call me, Jerry. I got Rex.

- Now Jerry almost a man.
- Will you shut the fuck up?

Why so much?

- I'm out.
- Almost man. What a baby we see.

- Floor!
- Unbelievable.

- Is everything okay here?
- Jerry's steaming. He should muck.

- I'm sorry.
- Jerry's sorry.

Should we play some cards, Naomi?

You give the chairman there, a rags,
aces and faces.

The cherry's worth five
on the hand for you.

You come to my restaurant.
Private game.

We clean fish together.
Then play heads up.

100 thousand freeze out. Play one 2,000.
I give you the button all the time.

You want? We bring Naomi to deal.
Fresh deck all the time.

Best action ever in your life. Top edge!
You not too much be the baby to step up.

- Okay. You're on. Let's go!
- We're gonna play poker.

Fuck you. We'll see.

Thank you.

Socializing prisoners by housing and
caring for horses

that would otherwise
be slaughtered, it's...

I'm sure you can imagine how a program
like this could change convicts lives.

Also better uses, some people might say
the money could go to...

Times being what they are,
the system being broke.

I wouldn't call the system broke
so much as broken.

Right.

I guess you could say...
either word.

Two horse farms near the prison
in Tehachapi are willing to participate

but the corrections department won't
cover the cost of the guard

who would be needed at the farm
of the liability insurance... for it.

- So... how much would...
- The prisoners transport.

... figure come to?

I could provide itemized budgets
within an hour.

By 3:00 would be plenty of time,
and I'll provide the money back.

It's 220,000 dollars

Is there a laundry problem?
You mind cash?

That's something I
that might compromise...

- No, joking. Bad-bad joke.
- Thank you very much. I'm...

You're welcome. Would you like
to stay for a real breakfast?

No. Thank you.

Ever I'm unavailable, or Gus,
reach out to Maurice.

- Three o'clock.
- Three o'clock.

- I'm back by then?
- Easy.

- Unless I kill the prick.
- We'll be busy getting rid of the body

- That kid called. Can he push til 6:15?
- He calls eight hours ahead?

He says he copying stuff.

Tell him 6:10 and no later
or the offer's off the table.

Mike.

- There he is.
- He looks great. Very good.

Glad he passed the test,
how he looks to you.

I think we're getting the cold shoulder.

- Do we give him carrots again today?
- Si.

- He look healthy to you?
- Si.

- What about all this global warming?
- Si.

Here, give me some carrots.
He wants one.

Male of female?

Jerry could jeopardize his winnings,
this degenerate prick.

Instead of being here
with us, feeding carrots.

- Heading out to the trails, Joey.
- Good.

See my sweat?
I'm running around the track.

I'm rowing upstream trying to get you
Back on that horse of Escalante's.

- You're kidding.
- No.

- We won twice for him on that horse.
- Bug looking habit, he says to me.

- That's damn bullshit.
- What bullshit you putt on weight?

- No, me not getting back on that horse.
- I didn't say that.

- I rode that horse good.
- I know you did.

I'm just making an illustrative point.
People notice you're gaining weight.

- Like I don't?
- I know you do.

I know you're taking certain measures.
It's just that this is a zero sum game.

Didn't I fall and break my head
hitting the box?

Nobody gives a fuck how hard you try.
You either make weight or you don't.

- You're on the horse or you're not.
- I'm running every day.

You've got plenty of time today
Because we ain't got no mounts!

I'm going to run!

- I'm saving up to put in a pool.
- Nice.

How are you and still they call you
Chester?

- Go ahead.
- Too tawdry.

Pretend we could get back to that. I'll
call you Ace now, like everybody else.

- Something to drink, sir?
- No, thanks.

- Sit down.
- I'm fine.

Please. Sit down.

This noob of yours, they told you
what I want to try.

Your horse idea, buy a racetrack, bring
a casino gaming,

minority participant, in there,
minority participation.

That's it.

Maybe you won't find unnatural Ace,
one's wondering

if you're arranging some fun
at the expense of our wild colleagues?

- No.
- No, you won't?

- Or you wouldn't be surprised?
- Not what I'm looking to do, Mike.

Ace, even the son of a man
and gets simony,

so sweat it a pair against temptation.

He's seen blood poured
from him to the ground.

Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Ace,
was tempted to anger.

How is one to wonder if you might be
pissed off, these gutless mother fuckers,

The ones I blame for you doing 3 years,

afraid to take a wrist slap
to keep me out of the slam?

Let me try to fuck
these cunts up the ass.

I said, that's not
what I'm looking to do.

You can practice on a couple of these.
Fuck that one up the ass. Charlotte.

- Or take both of them at sea.
- Not the way I operate.

No sweat, Ace Bernstein.
I'm like Jesus Christ.

Where your there... you prick.

How so you know I didn't fucking sweat?

- You feel better, I see.
- I told you what I'm gonna do.

I take no less than 51 percent. You want
a piece, it comes out of their 49.

I do want a piece.

I'll let them know the number,
what I pay.

Partners?

How's your grandson, Ace?

He's all right.

I hope he appreciates what
you did for him.

- Don't talk about him anymore.
- Understood. Glad he's well.

Better fucking pray he stays that way.

Eight wins.

It ain't exactly the Ritz,
but the commode works.

You know how long I've wanted
to get in this room?

It's empty since Dottie got hurt.

- Marcel's gonna be your valet.
- I'm Rosie, Marcel.

Why they call him Marcel.

How you doin', Mr. Smith?

Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come,

your will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses

as we also have forgiven those
who trespass against us.

Riders!

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen!

Miss Shanahan?
You care to join us?

On my way.

See us through.

- 'Come from of it, yeah?
- I wouldn't get too far back.

Thanks for the ride, boss.

Good boy... Come on. Good boy.

That's a good boy.

Now, good boy. There you go.
Good boy.

Fuck!
Easy, pops. Easy.

- You see this?
- He's moving?

Come on!

Yes!

We gotta go.

- Where we going?
- To see the spruce Goose.

- Don't you feel well, Marcus?
- How do I feel? How the hell do I look?

- There he is.
- Here he is.

I got here early.

We're caution against traffic.
Gotta work.

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

- Is that for me?
- Yes. Can I just give it to you?

I'll write you the check upstairs.

I'd like for you to look at the budget
information and an accompanied note.

A note. What's the gist of the note?

I'd rather you read it.

Then you're a serious,
responsible person.

It's a big hold back for honest people.
Very tough for them to take yes.

That's fine, Mrs. Shay. I'll look over
the budget. I'll read your note.

Mr. Demetriou will get in touch
with you in the morning.

A little wacky.

The fuck?

- Emergency room, right? E.R.
- You're getting to be frequent fliers.

Marcus, are you short of breath?
Are you having sharp pain?

- Let's go to the card joint.
- Which card joint?

- What's wrong?
- Cards! For god sake!

- Card room, he was saying.
- Yes, where Jerry is. God damn it!

You want to get Jerry, we'll go get him.
Then we go to the ER.

- Don't get excited.
- Jesus.

Jerry plays cards here, right?
The guy who drives a yellow Camaro.

Yes. Here every day.

- China Town.
- China.

- Chan.
- Chan?

- Chan's Restaurant, right?
- Chinatown.

So?

Jerry, he's at a cash game
at this guy Chan's.

Good Chan. Not only can he lose all his
money, we can get out throats cut.

Baby...

Easy boy.

All right.
See you at the barn.

Jeez, this one a monster.

Seven and feckin' change, Leon.

- You rode him great.
- Yeah, my gate work, especially.

Green and in the one hale
is all that was.

If I had had a knife,
I'd a slit my throat.

And then there he goes, just turning
all of it into fucking nonsense.

Like he got shot from a cannon.

Only hoping we'd get close enough
that he's get dirt in his face.

At least let him get what that felt like
under his belt.

You closed so fast, I thought
you was gona clip heels.

Join the fucking club. Like we caught
him in a heartbeat, Leon.

One second I'm thinking just get dirt
in his face

and the next it was just get him wide,
or the both of you are going down.

You filthy pig. You loved it.

It's okay. There you go.
It's okay.

Here. Take a look.

- Why do this to me?
- Two and a half, maybe three.

- So not read him his last rights yet.
- I suppose.

- So what do we do, doc?
- Antibiotics, just as a precaution.

Lasik's?

If he runs, I wouldn't think
you need a debrides.

- You gotta win her, Mr. Smith.
- He appears into it.

- I'll see him in the morning.
- Thanks, doc.

What do we all live with?
Okay...

In the car, there was this woman calling
into some radio show.

She was sold an adjustable rate mortgage
that had reset a few months earlier.

- Payments ballooned.
- Yes. They were losing the house.

- Have the berry flambe, sir?
- Thank you.

My first thought was when they took out
a sucker mortgage,

what did they think was gonna happen?

- It's on them to read the contract.
- Didn't they read the contract?

That's an asshole
eight grade observation.

And what after that?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

- I guess nothing.
- Nothing.

Then what's next
in your eighth grade notebook?

- That's it.
- That's it?

- Then how did you sleep?
- I didn't go to sleep.

Then what did you do?

- I spoke with my parents.
- Why didn't you write it down?

I assumed because yesterday...

I didn't put much personal stuff
in this time.

I had a grilled cheese sandwich
for lunch. Right?

Like that.

He told me last night that if you read
out loud what time you had a dump,

he was gonna walk up behind ya,
hit you in the back of the head.

When you're done with your duck,
leave me your social security number.

What am I gonna be doing
to earn my keep?

- What do you think you'd be good at?
- Answers a question with a question.

You're gonna meet somebody

He's fucking sick, you tell him, and
He' never been sicker or worse shape.

- He is...
- Jerry.

I'd been driving to the bottom for the
sea with two millstones around my neck.

Or we say he's sick and never
Been sicker, meaning you.

So come out with us, out of here
where you are now, before it's too late.

- For Marcus.
- Before it's too late for Marcus.

He's at death's fucking door
out here in the van.

Go away from me.

- Or for Jerry.
- Go away.

- Nothing but weight in there, Leo.
- Some man, Jerry. I tell you right now.

- How much taller then me are you?
- Calling $50 thousand coming in.

Chan, right?

Play?

Poker.

- I'm the chief technician. Supervisor.
- Go with it. I'll pick it up.

Excuse me.

Another two round-eye suckers.

Jerry, ankle signal is going crazy.

Jerry, remote off the map.
Your EKG, two different ERs.

Your friends here, Jerry,
come to see you show your ass.

Jerry, Marcus is in the van.
He's sick as hell.

- His EKG, everything's fucked up.
- His, too?

Every fucking thing, Jerry.

Seriously.
Every fucking thing, Jer.

Anyway to fix up their deal.

Clowns.

Gettin' Up Morning continuing
this tremendous outside move.

He's going two to their one.
Wide and going wider. Looping...

- That's a freak.
- That's amazing.

He cool out good, I hope.

Cut it out, Turo.

All I say is I know you take care of
him. I hope he gone good from the race.

And look at the time on the board.
107 and 42, 100.

An incredible time for this horse,
making his first start of his career.

No way he keeps her on that horse.

Put the rider's shortcomings to the
side, her getting him left at the post.

Ignore that.

Put an inexperienced jock on a horse,
with unlimited protection for god sakes!

They're gona be lining up to knock her
Over the fence.

Some start freeing up that mount.
Hypothetically, I'm saying.

Among alternative possibilities.

That's enough for me.
You gotta learn your limits.

You gotta learn to live within them.

Fucking Ronnie...
And the fucking win.

Only question is who I hear from.
Bail bondsman or the fucking hospital.

No mistaking, Delphi. This is your son.

I hope to god you can see him.

Or hear me. Or feel.

Anyways...

He's your son.

God, I hope you know that.
I can barely stand to look at him.

Day after day because he reminds me
so much of you.

And it breaks my heart,
'cause he runs like you.

He moves like you.

He's got this big heart.

Just like you had.

I don't think I could lose two of you.

I couldn't bear it.

I hope you know it.

Should we be worried Jerry's got
a bathroom window?

- He's not a prisoner.
- I'll be okay pooling my share.

- We'll split up again.
- What are you? A communist?

- Absolutely not.
- I'm the farthest thing from it.

Whatever the fuck if wrong with Jerry,

you don't make him whole
by giving him money.

Whoever made him didn't make
him whole. That's the way he is.

And we better fucking recognize that,
Or else we're assholes.

- That plan came to you on the spot?
- Which?

- To get Jerry out.
- Yeah. It's clever at the tail.

Do that again, maybe next time
we should have some kind of signal

because you had me fucking fooled.

Yeah, like tugging his ear.
Or one of these... Just for a second.

And then you say I'm sick.
I'm in a health crises.

I'm sick right now with the two of you.
Notice I didn't wink.

- Thanks.
- Sure, Jerry.

And I'll do my best.

I have private reasons for what
I have hoped to participate in.

Please know I will strive
to be fully responsible

as steward for your kindness.

Then she breaks the salaries down,
on and so forth, insurance.

- Yeah, she seems all right.
- Have 'em write up a check.

Maybe her private reason is

that she's got some family member
doing a bit someplace.

That's Claire. Israel.

I don't envy that kid,
what's coming down.

A million dollars, Ace? For a million,
you could put me in a paper bag,

dump me off the Empire State Building
to see how high I'd bounce.

- You got a million dollars.
- When I was this punk's age.

Mike will probably try that bouncing
experiment on the kid.

Mike, with his fucking boat.
Evil prick.

I found a pleasant write-off.

Don't look at me like I've got intentions
like I haven't had for some time.

- How do you know I'm looking at you?
- I can tell.

For however I'm looking,
I apologize.

Sexual attraction, that shipped sailed
some time ago and left port.

If I could help the woman,
that's what I want to do.

She seems like a very nice woman.

I've been a bit confused about
my behavior for some time now.

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