Luck (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 6 - Ace Pitches a Deal - full transcript

LUCK
Episode 6

Want me to order you some breakfast?

- Morning, sir.
- Morning. How are you?

Do you want me to order you breakfast?
How long, my time in Siberia?

- I asked you to drive that woman home.
- I did.

And then go home to sleep yourself.

I took a nice little snooze while I was
in the car waiting for you, come on.

Patient, well-mannered gentleman,
that horse.

Studies you up so close he could
take a bite off your cheek.

- Instead he just breathes on you.
- And we get the purse for the win.

- Israel.
- All right, we got a lot to do.



I gotta give Israel
final marching papers,

the parole guy I gotta see, even before
I go see the boss at the track. Get in.

Morning, gentlemen.
Congratulations on the win.

Greatest fucking country in the world.

To any of our Foray Stable racing team
who might be interested...

which I would say especially our trainer
and all his assistants in the barn...

- Grooms.
- Grooms.

- And the doctor...
- Veterinarian.

She's taken wonderful care of Mon Gateau
since before we even owned him...

This ain't the goddamn Oscars.

We brought out t-shirts for everybody

to wear, optionally,
in our horse's race this afternoon.

- Bad news, probably.
- Maybe a wrong number.

Loaded for bear tomorrow,
Mister Smith?



There was a letter for you
in the mail room, Mister Smith.

Your colt gonna air on 'em
like the last time, Mister Smith?

Your race tomorrow. Can't wait to see
the big guy strut his stuff again.

Spoutin' a bunch of goddamn nonsense,
is what you're doin'.

Wait? Wait to go Greek?

What the hell does that mean?

Yeah, that's what it says.
Wait to go Greek.

Michael, DiRossi,
and Cohen on the card.

The three stooges. Wait to go Greek.
You going somewhere I don't know about?

Where am I going?

- Where am I going?
- I heard ya.

Could "Wait to go" mean "Way to go?"
Like, congratulations your horse won?

It doesn't say "Way to go." It says
"Wait to go Greek." Read it.

- Read. What is the first letter?
- That's a W.

- And the last of the first word?
- ...ait.

No, T.

He means maybe like when they called
the bakery, there was an icing error.

Oh, ice this.

Hey, Gus.
Order Miss what's-her- face roses.

- Claire?
- Claire.

You. Sit down, I'm gonna give
you your marching orders.

No icing error, this.

Hello?

Keep breathing heavy, Brian. I'll
disconnect this fucking phone line.

Don't hang up, Lynn.
D-don't hang up. It's me, Joey.

- What do you want, Joey?
- I'm just glad I caught you at home.

The hotshot pissant got suspended, and
I'm missing three days of fucking work.

- Suspended, huh?
- I'm really swamped, Joey. Okay?

I guess you didn't get my messages
from yesterday, huh?

- No, I guess I didn't.
- I called to say hi and...

I wish that things had worked out
between us because...

It would have been great if things
had worked out with us. You know?

Are you shitfaced, Joey?
It's eight o'clock in the morning.

No. No, I'm not shitfaced. No, honey.

Just give my best to the kid.
And tell him to clean up his act.

Okay. I'm hanging up
the phone now, Joey.

I looked into it. There's no preclusion
as far as you being on parole.

Thank you.

Not to say that a felon buying
into a race track,

that the state licensing board
ain't gonna have a hard look.

That's for me to make my case with 'em.

You make your case with the board
members pretty good, huh?

I generally do all right.

When you think about what you're gonna
do, how does that make you feel?

- Good.
- Good? What kind of good?

Good like it's good to have
some fun, enjoy life?

Or I'll rub those motherfuckers
nose in it, who did this to me?

I saw him record "1958 Miles." Live.

- Persian Room, Plaza Hotel, right?
- September 8th... 9th, 1958.

I didn't figure you for a jazz fan,
Chester.

Did you ever look a horse in the eye?

Never near a horse. I have
a lifetime ambition to keep it that way.

Let me ask you again, Chester. How do
you feel, going after that race track?

Good. Both ways.

What do you think'll be our strategy
today, as far as strategy?

- Come from out of it, like before.
- Get out run fast, turn left run faster

No... fastest.

Why don't you go eat breakfast?

Going over to Red's.

Want to hear what you missed
at that phone booth?

Hard for you to mind your business.

Her son was killed in Cuernavaca,
walking home from school. He was 12.

- Did you give her money to go home?
- Hard for you to mind your business.

She'll get into Mexico,
but don't bet she gets back out.

And when she can't, you know
what she's going to think?

It's my fault my family can't eat,

my kids can't go to school now because
I was selfish with my grief.

That's what your money
you gave her's gonna buy.

You got ail the answers to keep
your hands in your pockets.

He's already dead. You wake up with
that no matter where you wake up.

- Stop shaking the fucking table!
- It ain't me this time! Oh my gosh!

- Earthquake! Earthquake!
- Get off the banquette.

Your horse, he's fine. Tell your friends
the shaky-shaky don't bother him.

Now I'm gonna hang up on you.

- Who?
- Did you feel that? Is everything okay?

Listen. Any news about your horse,
I'm gonna call and tell you with.

- No news from me is good news, senor.
- We'll see you later.

Why?

- He says that the horse is fine.
- I want to see how Irish is.

You believe this shit?
You think it's okay to go now?

Is this your first earthquake?

- Are we okay, Mister Smith?
- Yep. He didn't turn a hair...

But I just got favored
with a lawyer letter,

claiming I owe a stud fee and two
years' board at a 145,000 dollars.

- Jesus !
- I got the whole damn thing in writing.

The Colonel bequesting me the stud fee
for years of service.

Now the no-good son-in-law's
questioning the Colonel's competency.

That trainer, Hartstone, here, sir...
He lawyers some too.

Might be somebody
you'd want to talk to.

Whereabouts might I find him at?

Unlikely in what regard?

That you would be cleaning
a loaded weapon.

Some people come home and they watch
TV, or cook, or knit...

And that the quake caused
your pulling the trigger.

What matters is the event
in its entirety.

- In its entirety? Meaning what?
- I'm not completely sure as yet.

Mister Rathburn, either you persuade
the next doctor you see

you are not a continuing danger
to yourself,

or he's gonna file you as a 51-50
and put you onto a 72-hour hold.

I sense the event as a positive, doc.
I can tell you that much for a fact.

Hello. My name is Joey Rathburn.

Hello. My name is Joey Rathburn.

Tommy Bahama. 100 percent cotton.
Extra large. Made in China.

Machine wash cold water.
Do not use chlorinated bleach.

My name is Joey Rathburn.

It's about time.

Lonnie and I want to have a brief
conversation about scratching.

- Jesus Christ.
-Escalante says the horse is doing good.

Is it absolutely possible to know
how he's doing after an earthquake?

- Only if the horse keeps a journal.
- Could it have been a sign not to run?

Absolutely. For our horse,
and for none of the other horses,

if we're who's stupid enough to scratch.

- Vote ! Run!
- Run.

- Run. All right.
- Run.

-You vote against your own proposition?
- I try and keep an open mind.

- You see, Ace? The horse looks good.
- There he is.

Good morning.

Guess he didn't hear me.
How are you, champ?

Look at this, Ace. Detention.
It's like the horse did something wrong.

I told you, his legs is okay.
He handled that shaker like a pro.

Does that mean it's this guy's turn,
now?

If it's okay, maybe you can move over
with your business,

and we can finish getting ready
this horse?

- Come on. We got that appointment.
- I got a date. I got a date.

You gonna give me a nuzzle?
Give me a nuzzle. Atta boy, atta boy.

Look at us, hobnobbing elbows
with the rich and the famous.

Yeah. Please don't let me die
in this fucking shirt.

- He's two-to-one, our horse.
- They gave him actual brass nuts.

I choose to believe, Mister Israel,

you'll forgive my seeing you while
also entertaining others

in what might be described
as a business context.

- Mister Israel, Mr. DiRossi and Cohen.
- How do you do?

Nick DiRossi, Mister Israel.

- Isadore Cohen.
- No jokes about the Catskills.

- Drink, Mister Israel?
- Thank you, no.

I will drink... to purposes
guessed at, if not yet spoken.

I wonder... A man gets out of jail, 3
years, first thing he maybe takes a girl.

Any money waiting, maybe takes
a trip to some island somewhere.

Outside ail the time,
never wears any shoes...

You get out a month,
buy a piece of my race track.

Five-point-one percent.

- Please.
- Thank you.

For the money people right now,
as a place to get involved,

horse racing is not on the list.

Everything you do make sense
to the money people?

I don't know you well enough to say
the money people take it up the ass.

So let me guess, combine the race track
with casino gambling?

- Maybe that's what you're thinking.
- It's a possibility.

Whatever idea you got, five percent
ain't where you're stopping.

Consider it
a friendly knock on the door.

I wish I had a better prognosis
on my prostate.

A knock on the door is all you'd get.

I think maybe Mister Bernstein,
something else is going on here.

Something personal. And my track is
only the stage where it ail plays out.

That's some good thinking.

To business, then.

Mister Bernstein prefers
to not use email or telephone.

What's he got against showing up
in person?

He's at the track now,

offering 125 million dollars
for the plant, operation, and grounds,

plus 350 million dependent on
legislative approval of slot machines.

Which would include the agreement
of the Indian Gaming Lobby?

I'd assume that is the case before
legislative approval would be granted.

Fair of me to believe, Mister Israel,

that when you went to work
for Mister Bernstein,

you imagined your responsibilities less
as in the sphere of message delivery,

and more managing multi-million dollar
hedge funds and derivative investments?

-One doesn't have to exclude the other.
-You're willing to make adjustments?

-Be adaptable, pursue an ultimate goal?
- I think everyone has to.

How about adjusting to
getting two paychecks instead of one?

They're heading for the gate.
Do we have enough time?

- Yeah. Let's do it.
- Ready. Marcus, we're the Seven.

I know we're the Seven. So give me
the Seven, the Two-Three-Five-Six-Eight,

ten dollar Tri, Seven with the Two-Six
cold for fifty,

200 dollar daily double Seven-Seven.
That's 500.

Give me a fifty dollar Double Wheel,
Seven all,

and a cold Seven-Two-Six Tri for
a hundred. That's eight hundred.

A "Brains Housing" mimic, 500.
Plus a Pick-Three,

us with All-All for five bucks.

Do that for me, too. 500 mimicking
Marcus. And Lonnie's... you're...

- It's three hundred.
- Can we get to the window, please?

Did it occur to you that by mimicking my
play, you reduce my prospective payout?

- You know, I-I never thought of that.
- Just forget about it. Let's just cash.

Hope he gets it right.

- Never even asked us to name a figure.
- What's important, he's in our pocket.

What's important is what Bernstein's
got in his pocket.

The fuckin' Indian Rain-Dancers,
right Mike?

Congratulations.

You win the Amana Deep Freeze
and a free trip to the Caribbean.

The Indian Gaming Lobby.

The Indian Gaming Lobby is the way
he'll swing Sacramento

behind casino gambling
at the track.

- He bought the fucking Indians.
- Fucking Bernstein.

We gotta take the fucking Indian Gaming
Lobby out from under him.

We're gonna put the Indian
Gaming Lobby in our pocket.

The horses have now reached
the starting gate.

And away they go.

They broke in a good line, but
nobody's in a hurry to take the lead.

That's Castelian Spring now taking
the lead with Omaha Rainbow alongside.

Here's the favorite Mon Gateau
with a good spot, tucking in third,

while Champ E is there
in the front rank as well.

Mon Gateau continues to travel well.
They've reached the head of the stretch,

with Mon Gateau on the outside,
up to take on the leaders.

- Is that him?
- Where is he?

Shut up.

- Mon Gateau appeared to duck inward.
- Shit.

There he goes!

Mon Gateau has won it convincingly.
Burnfoot Pride's second...

- The fuck's the matter with you?
- There may be a flag on the play.

Hey, you clowns give it a rest
'til the race is official.

He just ran so good, I got excited.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please hold all tickets.

The stewards have posted
the inquiry sign.

He did nothing.
He didn't do a god damn thing.

Why not flag him for bad breath? Or
maybe-maybe being owned by assholes?

Being owned
by a bunch of assholes. Jesus Christ.

Eh, it was ticky-tack, Marcus.
They can't take him down for that.

They can and they have.
These three human blind fucking mice.

What the mother fuck,
you falling asleep out there?

He was moving so fast he forgot to swap
jigged in a touch on that was stopping.

Go tell him your cockamamie story,
see if they believe it.

Fuck.

- Had to give it a "kinahora."
- What is that?

-It's Jewish for premature celebration.
- Like giving it a "mush."

This horse maybe got broke-down legs,
but he run with a good horse's heart.

Yes sir. Yes sir.

No, sir.

- What hand you had your stick in?
- Left, sir.

- You give that other jock a holler?
- Don't think I had time to, sir.

- Okay. That's all.
- Thank you, sir.

It's like talking
to someone who wasn't there.

How many'd that horse
he bothered beat?

Beat two. He was going backwards,
time of the incident.

- Unanimous, then?
- Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the stewards have ruled

that there will be no change
in the order of the finish.

Come on, come on.
Let's go down to the Winners Circle.

Come on, get on the horse.

Go count your lucky stars, Bug.

Turo, congratulations!
Me and the guys are stoked.

- What are you doing here?
- Minority owner in this fine animal.

- Goose!
- Renz! We did it! Congratulations!

You guys wanna scootch together
for the shot?

Jesus. Take another one, will ya?

Just give him a good shot, all right?

Geez, I feel like a landing strip.

One more.

- Don't they teach you how to steer?
- Fuck you, man. You saw me getting in.

That's one. There's no two.

Do you understand
the position you're in now?

- I think so.
- Say what you think you understand.

- I'm still in your employ.
- And also in theirs.

Did you set a salary figure with them?

It's probably the right move.
Makes him look like an amateur.

Nice imitation, kid.

Did you get 'em
to ask about the Indians?

The Indian Gaming Lobby.
Yes, they did.

- They know the lobby's in your pocket.
- All right.

You did very good.

If I'm gonna feel sick all the time?

-I don't know if I wanna do this.
- You feel sick?

'Cause you're an honest man...
so far.

It sounds strange, but he's got
a pretty face. I'm just saying.

He was unbelievable out there.
Did you see him?

Oh, couple more olives please, doll.

Gentlemen!
I'd like to propose a toast to Leon.

You will be on that horse, as a rider,
wherever he goes.

- From us, his buddies what own him.
- Great ride, kid. Great ride. Leon!

Just one more thing, Leon. We'd
like to give ya two hundred extra.

- We bet a little for you.
- Thank you sir, that's not necessary.

It's Lonnie, Leon. Lonnie McHinery...

Well, it sounds like McHinery,
but it's spelled M-C-H-I-N-E-R...

M-O-R-O-N.

- He's a kidder.
- Thanks again for the drink.

No, no. Come stay, talk.

Good evening, one and ail!

Lorelei, I'll have the usual, please.
Thank you. Just the usual for me.

Nice ride, kid.

- Peter Piper picked a pack of peppers.
- Pickled peppers, asshole.

On his toes today, Boss.

Paco! Give him a turn there.

Listen. You just keep him settled,
coming up to the gate.

Now he's gonna do the rest ail
on his own, so...

- Safe home, Rosie.
- Thank you, Mister Smith.

Easy does it, big man.
Easy now. Come on.

That's it. That's good.

And away they go...

Gettin'up Morning goes to the front,
joined along the inside by Mack's Hero.

Now Mack's Hero takes command, with
Gettin'up Morning taken back to second

ahead of Eve's Revenge and Dereliction.

Mack's Hero continues to eat out
a decent pace.

Gettin'up Morning's right there to keep
him honest.

Now Dereliction moves up to challenge.

Picking up the pace now
with three furlongs to run.

Dereliction and Gettin'up Morning
go with him.

Mack's Hero is game on the lead.

Sit tight, girl. Sit tight. Stay there.

Here's Dereliction putting up a fight
on the outside.

Gettin'up Morning between them
refusing to yield.

No, girl. Goddamn it, no!
Son of a bitch!

And look at this! Gettin'up Morning
has exploded away from those two!

It's going to be all Gettin'up Morning.
Here's a star in the making.

He's running another big one.
He'll win by six lengths at the end.

Dereliction holds on for second,
Eve's Revenge third...

The time on the board of one minute,
thirty-two-point-twenty-one seconds

establishes a new track record
for the distance and surface.

You picked the wrong day to have
a long lunch in Koreatown,

'cause you just missed the second
coming of Man of War.

Get that race up on the site right away.
We even got a picture of Walt Smith?

Congratulations!

Thank you!

Give me that stick.
Go on, get your picture took.

Okay, here we go.

This way, please.
Very nice.

Thank you.

- Joey. I got some straws over here.
- Don't need one, Ron. Thanks.

Come on. Give me the low-down, Joey.

If you must know, Ronnie...
I was thinking ab...

Thinking about what?

I was thinking about harming myself.

- But then I thought the better of it.
- J-J-Joey. Is your s-s-stammer back?

Leave it to you, Ronnie.

How he feel?

- Legs are tight and cold.
- Good.

- And Irish is doing fine.
- Good. I stand with him before.

They say people shouldn't go
to bed angry with each other.

Oh yeah?

'Course, all we do is fuck and run
anyway, so the point's kind of moot.

- Moot, huh?
- I'm sorry we argued, is my point.

- Don't worry about it.
- I'm... apologizing.

Okay, good.

There's room in the world for me to
apologize, and for you to be a jerk.

Thanks for the space to move around.

- You okay?
- I'm good. I'm great.

- Stay the fuck away from me.
- Yeah, good.

I'm knocked up, you stupid bastard.

Evening, gents.

- Rosie.
- Evening, miss.

Have a word with you, boss?

I'm sorry, what I done out there...
going to the whip.

I thought I told you,
you wouldn't have to.

I didn't think
I was pulling the trigger.

You gotta teach 'em, a race at a time,

what they need to know
for the race that they're in.

It's just that colt inside me
was just going so easy, and...

I guess anxious got the better of me.

I'm just so sorry for doing it.
After you told me to just sit still.

I could just kill myself.

Now, now then, Rosie.

I'm not saying we've ruined him.
I'm not saying that at all.

It just wouldn't be what shoulda
been done. That's all I'm saying.

Track record.

It's gonna get crazy now.

How's my horse?

Walter.

Thank you.

Your horse winning, overcoming
everything was so impressive.

Very... resilient.

I was hoping
that you'd have allowed me to stay.

I didn't want to impose.
No place for you to rest or the like.

Well, for what it's worth,
I've spent millions of nights in barns.

You wouldn't be imposing
to ask me to stay.

I would have made do.
I'm very self- reliant.

Well, it doesn't matter.

- I've hurt your feelings.
- No, no, no, no. No.

- No, aren't you hungry?
- I'm a vegetarian.

I do have such a big appetite,
but I've never let it bother me.

Really?

I have seen people profoundly changed,
simply by being in proximity to horses.

Their size, their virtue,
their complicated nature

bring out patience and respect.

Don't be afraid of that, Chester.

- Of what?
- Everything that can be.

Look at me. Oh, shit.

Ace? You okay?

What is it? What's the matter?

I couldn't sleep.

- That kid's in position, god help him.
- Israel?

And they think I've got the Indians.

Yeah.
I'm just glad I'm on your side.

What can be?
My horse could become champion?

My grandkid could come home?

I could...
Hey, Gus.

- Gus!
- I think that's right.

Don't pretend
to have a conversation with me.

If you're tired, for god's sake,
you go to bed. Go on.

- Okay. All right, I'll go.
- Go ahead! Please.

- You sure you're All right?
- Sleep well.

Goodnight, Ace.

What is fucking wrong with me?

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