Luck (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 8 - Ace Counters Smythe's Move with His Own - full transcript
Ace ices out Smythe, DiRossi and Cohen as partners in the racetrack deal, but Smythe has other ideas. Weathering the ownership claim, Walter enters Gettin'Up Morning in the $1 million ...
LUCK
Gus?
Israel check in?
Gus?
Did we hear from the kid yet?
-My car waits here.
-Yes, sir.
-Welcome to the Morongo, sir.
-Thank you very much.
I got it. Good to have you here.
How was your trip?
It was fine.
-Here he is, right here.
-I've been looking for you.
I thought I'd make better time.
I remember when that Meatloaf album
came out, "Bat out of Hell".
-I can ask him to come say hello.
-I'd like to do that.
Being a party to the arrangements
organized by Mr. Bernstein,
it seemed good we might meet.
I go back with Ace.
I rely on him doing what he says.
Acts of God, force majeure,
we plan to go forward
with Mr. Bernstein's plans
exactly as he had outlined.
That deal or terms, I don't know
if they're transferable.
From respect
for your history with Ace.
A long-time to build up a trust.
We'd like
to up that number considerably.
Hypothetically, you made me
a gesture of commitment.
That could open
a further conversation.
As far as Sacramento...
Those crooks are your problem.
Our nickel, agreed, absolutely.
We'll secure the votes in Sacramento.
Ace?
How'd it go with the chief?
Plus, we got an email from that kid.
For personal reasons,
I have to resign my position
as go-between between Mr. Bernstein
and Mr. Smythe and his associates.
Sons of bitches.
Serving two masters has put me
in an untenable position.
Bullshit.
Yes? Who?
Ace? DiRossi.
Yes, send him up.
I've also decided to relocate
and don't wish to be available
for further contact.
It's important for me to say
my belief
that for their own personal reasons,
everyone involved in this
has acted in full good faith.
It would distress me...
Where's my coffee?
If my leaving
undermines anyone believing that.
Does he expect us to buy that?
They killed him, Gus.
They fucking killed him.
The horses on the merry-go-round
are going to get dizzy and fall.
It's called a hot walker.
There's the goat.
I got a colic
and two million in next race.
I got the Irish horse, Breson,
in next set,
and you bring to my band a monkey
on a bike likes the chocolates.
What monkey? What bike?
Where's the colic?
The colic's in 16. In the movie
on the bike it crosses the moon.
Rosie, there's no need to
unless you want to.
-I know that Mr. Smith.
-Alright, as long as you know that.
-Morning, Rosie.
-Hey. Oh here, I'll get it.
As far as getting this guy rolling,
he won't be having to ask.
Smooch him once and he'll quicken,
which he'll fool you,
because you'll think he's dogging.
I'll be home early, mom.
Screw you too, Ronnie Jenkins.
-Home like you brought him out.
-Home like we brought him out.
It's probably just a bruise.
Thanks.
There you are. Okay.
That was something.
Cofie.
-You okay?
-Yes.
He talked to us on your instruction,
told us you were meeting the Indian,
laying the groundwork for Sacramento.
Bright kid.
And suddenly
there's a follow up message.
He finds his situation untenable,
he's serving two masters.
Sent us the same message.
We should believe
Mr. Bernstein's on the square,
and that he wants to be partners
with us exactly how he says.
Very highly strung.
Ace always remarked that with him.
So, Mike sends me out of a cannon,
assure no disruption with Ace
and, next, our go-between
will pay for the therapist.
-Can you take a ride with us, Nick?
-If I clear my calendar, sure.
Business with Gus's horse.
Let's take a ride.
Mr. Smith? Walk with you a minute?
Yes, at 10:15 I'll be there.
Ronnie, jog him back
past the seven-eighth,
break him off at the three-eighths
and then let him strut
a little finishing.
It's right up
against the goddamned...
And for the race it's steward.
Bowman has made a settlement offer.
I've got nothing to settle with him.
He has this affidavit
from a guy named Sloan
that he intends
to submit to the stewards.
Where is that no good son-of-a-bitch?
Tell that goddamn little bastard
to submit it!
Do you know
it's given by a horse killer?
We're going to give this
a wide berth, alright?
You're just going to let me
do our business at the hearing.
-You've got a colt to work, sir.
-Yes, sir.
-It'll be alright.
-Yes.
No idea where Israel would be now,
Nick, huh?
Zero, no.
I wonder where his people are from.
Gus will find everything out.
Gus Demitriou on the case.
Old man lucked
into the best horse of his life.
Here we go.
Now let him strut some, son.
I'll check on this guy
in the morning.
-Keep the one with colic walking.
-Si, doctor.
Eduardo, time to go.
I'll just do the last eat
and then go.
-So, what do we do about you?
-I'm back to my rounds.
Business is coming.
Who is taking him to work?
You're cutting it close.
Come here for a while,
I want to ask you a question.
Where might there be a place that I
could have a private conversation?
-With who and who?
-Some place private.
Me, Mr. Bernstein's friend.
-Listen to me.
-You need to talk to his friend.
Privately, yes.
It's what Mr. Bernstein wants.
-We've got to go up here a second.
-I got to move the car.
Don't touch the GPS.
I've got that thing all fixed up.
We got a short cut.
Alright now, pick it up.
You lying SOB.
Please.
What the fuck is this now?
I don't know. I guess it's where they
used to keep the saddles and stuff.
I don't need no extra trouble.
30 years ago outside a track in New
York I used to buy carrots from you.
I don't think I remember you.
Talked to Charlie Lacey
to get you going as a groom.
That's Charlie.
Why did you get me a job?
I thought maybe you'd be good.
What a great trainer, Charlie,
and what a lousy gambler.
That's how I knew him;
I used to book his bets.
-And now you're giving me his horse.
-This is Gus's horse.
Now I've got to go someplace
and two-to-one
I can't find it
or what the fuck is going to happen?
There. Oh, there's the cars.
Am I getting hurt here, Gus,
for events I had nothing to do with?
You keep on insulting my intelligence
and that'll get you a good smack.
Let me have your cell phone.
Isn't the important thing to settle,
to verify in Ace's mind
our partnership's viability,
its absolute forward thrust?
-Ready to navigate.
-You do your job; I'll do mine.
Yeah, like poor relations he treats
us, this arrogant Peruvian prick.
Between our horses training and a
handicap of 75,000 on the under card
and his horse he trains in the derby.
They're different races.
How ain't Escalante's horse
gonna be his major focus?
His major focus
on that limo driver's horse
doesn't mean he has to short change
us, Escalante.
He says he's smoking out off field
before he decides if he'll run.
I say the post position pick
on the derby
where Escalante is temporarily tied
down, we insist on consultation.
Turo.
Problem come out with their weights.
112, Turo? They don't give
the horse no credit.
No way jockey can do.
Maybe 116.
One more monkey only stop the circus.
Your girl can do that weight?
She can do 11 all day, that Rosie,
and she won't hurt you on the odds.
Holy cow. I never think of that.
The board is considering a protest,
the entry of Gettin' Up Morning.
Present are Walter Smith,
whose counsel Mr. Hartstone
has presented the full certificate,
and a Mr. Dennis Bowman,
claiming reversion of title
for board and stallion service.
I have documentation of that stallion
stud fee
and the rates the farm
charged for board.
I was given that breeding
by the colonel, free, gratis,
on a handshake and board for my mare
and for my years of service
to that farm.
Does Mr. Bowman have proof
of these bills ever having been sent
to Mr. Smith?
It seems to me, you come before us,
you'd have to prove the Agister claim
in a Kentucky civil court.
I'd like to present an affidavit
concerning some related events.
What rock did you find
that horse killer under
to run your little shakedown?
The fact a man's incarcerated doesn't
prevent him from having a story.
I ran Jamie Sloan off that farm
every damn time I laid eyes on him,
that's what the hell I did!
My hope here, sir, is Mr. Smith
respond to a good faith offer
to settle all these open questions.
Mr. Bowman's hope is to harass
and embarrass Mr. Smith
into some kind of nuisance pay off.
Protest is without standing.
Entry in the western derby is allowed.
-Walter Smith is the owner-trainer.
-It's over. Get to the draw.
There's the fetal heartbeat,
which is essentially regular.
Some placental distortion; that would
be due to the trauma of the kick,
and there's some irregularity
of the uterine wall.
Let's be cautious and watch you
here for six to 12 hours.
I've got my assistant
and little boy in the waiting room.
You'll be in an observation unit. It's
alright if they keep you company.
Welcome to our drawing post positions
for a $1 million western derby
at the track on Saturday.
Everyone please enjoy the food.
How come at the barn you don't say
you're going to take her
to the hospital?
So you keep me posted what's what.
Or, is your silent point
you're conveying, Gus,
that you and me are in limbo until
some outside something takes place,
which is reasonable grounds
to hope for?
Is that what I'm supposed
to be getting?
That I would understand completely.
You're telling me to just sit tight.
Let the major players work it out.
There's grounds for patience and hope.
Here we go, the post position draw
for the derby's 75th running,
$1 million guaranteed.
And assisting our western derby queen
will be the connections
of our race co favorites,
owner-trainer Walter Smith
and trainer Turo Escalante.
Turo, will you get us started?
First horse drawn is Kayden's Friend.
Turo, back to you.
Gettin' Up Morning is drawn.
And what post will he be breaking
from, Mr. Smith?
Gettin' Up Morning
draws post position one.
The favorite draws
the difficult rail.
I guess I don't give nothing away.
Ronnie Jenkins the jockey there.
Turo.
Gus Demitriou's Pint of Plain.
Now, let's see
where you'll be running from, Turo.
And Pint of Plain draws
post position number two,
with leading rider Ricco Ramirez
on board.
Our two co-favorites
will start side by side.
117.6, Joey.
I think it's the right
fucking direction.
So Escalante has taken a fire, kid.
That one they're running
on derby day?
He's in for 112 pounds,
so I don't have to tell you,
you and I both know
that we can't make that.
-Let me try to pull the six pounds.
-Physically impossible.
Plus a weak breeze blows you
right off the animal.
Upside is that Escalante
has all but guaranteed
that you're going to be
on that horse next out.
Who's he putting on?
Who he puts on you don't allow it
to be pertinent to your state of mind.
-Are you going to answer my question?
-Rosie.
Rosie he's putting on,
which you could've knocked me
over with a feather.
Rosie!
I'll never get there. Fuck!
In times to come, which they will,
you wonder why you got yourself
an agent,
you try to keep this moment in mind.
What's going on then, Joey?
I maneuvered you
the mount on Escalante;
the overnight stake on derby day.
Don't you fucking tell me! Yes!
What about Leon?
Horse got 112.
The kid's five pounds over.
-Come on! Okay, who's got a six?
-Go fish.
-Who's got any fives?
-Go fish.
You stay with him.
-This is crazy. This is really nuts!
-You're in the zone.
-Yes, $45, you said you saw.
-That's before post time, yes.
There it is, 47-20.
Yes!
Come with me and get some popcorn.
Pink baby!
-Pink rules, you told us, yes.
-Yes, I know.
Doesn't she have a day shift?
I'll deal with it.
Right now she's running so hot.
-Go somewhere else.
-I like to be among my friends.
Your friend is just about ready
to roll himself off the roof.
You know the kind of situation, Gus?
You keep meaning
to eventually reach out.
My daughter
I've grown apart from.
This type of occasion reminds me
to get that off the dime.
Paco, go out
and give him a couple times.
Okay, boss. Come on, big guy.
Yes, they told him.
No standing
and no goddamn begging.
Crawl back into the mud, you
goddamn parasitic son of a bitch.
-Hey there, boss.
-Hey Rosie.
I just got myself a piece
of good news:
that overnight stake race
on derby day...
-Escalante gave me a ride.
-Good on you. That's fine.
I'm moving way up in company.
My mount, he's been running
in with the cheap ones.
Running and winning, I hope.
He has a few in a row, and got
himself a touch of back class.
Mon Gateau, he's called.
Maybe I'll bet a couple of bucks.
The thing is, Mr. Smith,
even not riding in the derby,
I'll be riding on derby day,
which is a pretty damn good feeling.
Yes, it is.
And having you to thank
for the chance
because it got me seen
when I was up on him.
Rosie, you did it yourself.
But here's Emmet's Daddy
opening up two, three lanes.
I watched Jenkins do this in
the '92 derby and it worked then.
-Ronnie's out there winging it.
-He's looking half way out of gas.
It could be.
That horse is worn out, man.
Emmet's Daddy
now would seem in deep water.
Thank you, Ronnie Jenkins,
you washed up, run out has-been.
Hang on, oh ye of little faith.
Emmet's Daddy in command.
Would you look at this? Well done.
Emmet's Daddy is all alone
at the end,
Ronnie Jenkins,
an impressive performance!
Oh boy, Ronnie.
-You got yourself the right jock.
-Yes, he's a good jock. Yes.
That Jenkins fellow is a maestro.
Yes, he is Rosie, when
the spirit moves. You understand?
Paco, come on, let's go home.
Aren't you ashamed,
stealing these children?
-Just an old man treading water.
-And I'm banging Hannah Montana.
-Ace? By yourself, are we?
-I want to talk to you.
I can't help but register the absence
of the indispensable Mr. DiRossi.
How about a drink, Ace?
Maybe the ladies can leave.
What one word did that kid tell you
any different
from what I've been saying?
He must've opened my eyes, Ace,
that young man's presentation;
a freshness and conviction
I did find illuminating.
So you went bat shit
and took him out.
I choose to believe his email. We've
lost him in a spasm of wanderlust.
You took him out, about which
toward you I'd feel very different
if I wasn't co-responsible.
I sent him to you.
I put that kid in harm's way.
I'm as guilty as you
for what happened to him.
There's not going to be any blood.
Seeking forgiveness? Confessing, Ace?
No Old Testament wrath.
I am explaining
why you are getting a pass
so that you will believe me
about what is next.
-Pray tell, what is that?
-You're out.
The move on the track, you, Izzy,
Nick, all of you,
all the other money.
Stay the fuck away
and stay the fuck away from me.
You ain't my partners no more.
Peacemaker Chester Bernstein.
Ace always gets his partners their
peace, cutting us out of this move.
What's on the disc, Ace?
Cohen trying to get
the Indian lobby
into continuing conspiracy
to bribe Sacramento
to bring casino gambling
into the track.
Sounds like a RICO prosecution to me,
Ace. Sad day to come too.
Yes, you invoking the law.
Why am I not hearing one last search
for common ground,
soldiering on in forgiveness
for the sake of a lucrative future?
I don't give a fuck what you think,
Mike, what you do.
You got the one pass.
There will be no blood.
You stay away from me.
You stay away from the track.
Be well, my friend.
I'll let myself out.
My honest, sincere opinion,
Mr. Smith, not to settle this now,
you'll miss yourself
a golden opportunity.
Goddamn you for a parasite!
The further your colt progresses,
the more races you and him win,
the bigger this affidavit
is going to play.
The colonel died.
The farm had money troubles.
The children ran it into the ground.
They insured this horse's daddy
for a fortune.
Died in its stall, they said!
It took a foot,
put it through the stall.
That's what they said.
I was sleeping in bed.
God, I wish I wasn't!
But it wouldn't do much...
wouldn't do absolutely nothing.
No more than telling lies
with a goddamn horse killer now.
I'm a target of opportunity, Bowman.
The court of public opinion, sir,
Geraldo Rivera and the like.
-Did you say Geraldo Rivera?
-ESPN, all them horse races.
Give them all my goddamned regards.
That there is an unprovoked assault.
We don't answer to you,
neither me nor him. You understand?
There comes a time
when he's entitled to a life!
You go ahead and you post
your bullshit affidavits.
Post them up. You just stay
the hell out of our life.
That horse is mine, old man. Mine!
Christ Almighty, Ace.
I hope this mean good news
or some kind of meeting of the minds.
Some fucking smell in here.
Got money for cab fare, Nick?
-Jesus Christ, absolutely.
-There's a phone by the guard shack.
-Nick had a cellphone malfunction.
-Cellphones are goddamn replaceable.
Give me some positive inkling,
some basis for optimism,
the outcome with you and Mike.
We'll see how things turn out.
Gus and I killed the clock, just sat
here and no one said nothing.
See how that sounds on the pope.
That little stake on the undercard,
Ronnie, I lost my goddamn mount.
I'm sorry to hear that, kid.
Rosie got to ride because
she can make the weight.
Toughest sport played outdoors.
What's the most specialist stuff,
Ronnie?
The most specialist stuff?
You know what I mean,
for pulling weight.
There ain't no most specialist stuff.
Their shit works some till it don't.
The most specialist stuff there is
because I tried
everything I heard of.
I won the Kentucky Derby.
Where I've been since...
This race coming up
is the biggest race of my life.
I ain't about to fuck up my own luck
ruining things for somebody else.
What worked for me today,
nursed my horse on the lead
and put him to sleep behind me.
Turo, you should speak to the head
nurse; she's down that way.
Doctor's doing a procedure
to try to save the pregnancy.
They say you've got a good chance
saving the pregnancy,
but you've got to stay here
and rest tonight.
Could you look out
for Eduardo tonight?
Yes.
You've got to believe me, Mike,
I didn't say word one.
I do believe you, Nick.
I only hope you do
because I recognize the stakes.
I doubt Ace would've had
the Greek press you.
Still world, as I'm sure
you would've been.
He was showing me, Nick,
how he'd had you in his control
and could trust himself
to let you live.
You had it figured
he'd play it like that.
Must've been bit when young,
maybe by the place itself
or who he went racing with.
If not this pretext for rupture,
he would've found another.
-Now we're out of his move.
-Out of his move, Nick? No.
It's Ace with whom
we're severing connections.
We're businessmen, after all,
and sovereign savage bands
are hardly in short supply.
We're going to take over
and multiply Ace's plans.
Bring in slots and table games; put
the sport on a sound fiscal basis.
While Bernstein is doing what?
My thought, Nick,
would be nothing at all.
For all he's contemptuous, Escalante,
disrespect's keeping us current.
Bottom line: we're all in harness.
He's cared for that horse two years,
been footing the bills himself.
My concern is who he's got riding.
If our horse belongs in the race,
the girl don't preclude his success.
Not to mention she doubles the odds.
If he's in above his caliber,
who's on him ain't going to matter.
Let him look good in the parade,
the kid makes a serious wager.
Your idea of what's good and a normal
opinion don't always coincide.
He's going to put
a knock on the old man.
-Sports jacket and slacks.
-I guess we should probably...
That stalker handicap broad
is texting me pictures
of what she's wearing.
-From the chief.
-Who is it?
That photo team that was
surveilling us outside the casino,
this guy was the spotter,
a hitter from Chicago.
You'd like to think my conversation
with Mike maybe would change things.
Sit still for being out of your play
costs his partners money.
He's got to watch his own back.
He's going to whack you, does Mike.
I'm going to need that back.
So from now on, you go nowhere
by yourself, including the gym.
She's going to be disappointed
in not getting to go to the track.
-She who?
-Miss Lachey.
She'll live.
Now, would you mind please moving
the fuck away from the window?
Thank you.
Gus?
Israel check in?
Gus?
Did we hear from the kid yet?
-My car waits here.
-Yes, sir.
-Welcome to the Morongo, sir.
-Thank you very much.
I got it. Good to have you here.
How was your trip?
It was fine.
-Here he is, right here.
-I've been looking for you.
I thought I'd make better time.
I remember when that Meatloaf album
came out, "Bat out of Hell".
-I can ask him to come say hello.
-I'd like to do that.
Being a party to the arrangements
organized by Mr. Bernstein,
it seemed good we might meet.
I go back with Ace.
I rely on him doing what he says.
Acts of God, force majeure,
we plan to go forward
with Mr. Bernstein's plans
exactly as he had outlined.
That deal or terms, I don't know
if they're transferable.
From respect
for your history with Ace.
A long-time to build up a trust.
We'd like
to up that number considerably.
Hypothetically, you made me
a gesture of commitment.
That could open
a further conversation.
As far as Sacramento...
Those crooks are your problem.
Our nickel, agreed, absolutely.
We'll secure the votes in Sacramento.
Ace?
How'd it go with the chief?
Plus, we got an email from that kid.
For personal reasons,
I have to resign my position
as go-between between Mr. Bernstein
and Mr. Smythe and his associates.
Sons of bitches.
Serving two masters has put me
in an untenable position.
Bullshit.
Yes? Who?
Ace? DiRossi.
Yes, send him up.
I've also decided to relocate
and don't wish to be available
for further contact.
It's important for me to say
my belief
that for their own personal reasons,
everyone involved in this
has acted in full good faith.
It would distress me...
Where's my coffee?
If my leaving
undermines anyone believing that.
Does he expect us to buy that?
They killed him, Gus.
They fucking killed him.
The horses on the merry-go-round
are going to get dizzy and fall.
It's called a hot walker.
There's the goat.
I got a colic
and two million in next race.
I got the Irish horse, Breson,
in next set,
and you bring to my band a monkey
on a bike likes the chocolates.
What monkey? What bike?
Where's the colic?
The colic's in 16. In the movie
on the bike it crosses the moon.
Rosie, there's no need to
unless you want to.
-I know that Mr. Smith.
-Alright, as long as you know that.
-Morning, Rosie.
-Hey. Oh here, I'll get it.
As far as getting this guy rolling,
he won't be having to ask.
Smooch him once and he'll quicken,
which he'll fool you,
because you'll think he's dogging.
I'll be home early, mom.
Screw you too, Ronnie Jenkins.
-Home like you brought him out.
-Home like we brought him out.
It's probably just a bruise.
Thanks.
There you are. Okay.
That was something.
Cofie.
-You okay?
-Yes.
He talked to us on your instruction,
told us you were meeting the Indian,
laying the groundwork for Sacramento.
Bright kid.
And suddenly
there's a follow up message.
He finds his situation untenable,
he's serving two masters.
Sent us the same message.
We should believe
Mr. Bernstein's on the square,
and that he wants to be partners
with us exactly how he says.
Very highly strung.
Ace always remarked that with him.
So, Mike sends me out of a cannon,
assure no disruption with Ace
and, next, our go-between
will pay for the therapist.
-Can you take a ride with us, Nick?
-If I clear my calendar, sure.
Business with Gus's horse.
Let's take a ride.
Mr. Smith? Walk with you a minute?
Yes, at 10:15 I'll be there.
Ronnie, jog him back
past the seven-eighth,
break him off at the three-eighths
and then let him strut
a little finishing.
It's right up
against the goddamned...
And for the race it's steward.
Bowman has made a settlement offer.
I've got nothing to settle with him.
He has this affidavit
from a guy named Sloan
that he intends
to submit to the stewards.
Where is that no good son-of-a-bitch?
Tell that goddamn little bastard
to submit it!
Do you know
it's given by a horse killer?
We're going to give this
a wide berth, alright?
You're just going to let me
do our business at the hearing.
-You've got a colt to work, sir.
-Yes, sir.
-It'll be alright.
-Yes.
No idea where Israel would be now,
Nick, huh?
Zero, no.
I wonder where his people are from.
Gus will find everything out.
Gus Demitriou on the case.
Old man lucked
into the best horse of his life.
Here we go.
Now let him strut some, son.
I'll check on this guy
in the morning.
-Keep the one with colic walking.
-Si, doctor.
Eduardo, time to go.
I'll just do the last eat
and then go.
-So, what do we do about you?
-I'm back to my rounds.
Business is coming.
Who is taking him to work?
You're cutting it close.
Come here for a while,
I want to ask you a question.
Where might there be a place that I
could have a private conversation?
-With who and who?
-Some place private.
Me, Mr. Bernstein's friend.
-Listen to me.
-You need to talk to his friend.
Privately, yes.
It's what Mr. Bernstein wants.
-We've got to go up here a second.
-I got to move the car.
Don't touch the GPS.
I've got that thing all fixed up.
We got a short cut.
Alright now, pick it up.
You lying SOB.
Please.
What the fuck is this now?
I don't know. I guess it's where they
used to keep the saddles and stuff.
I don't need no extra trouble.
30 years ago outside a track in New
York I used to buy carrots from you.
I don't think I remember you.
Talked to Charlie Lacey
to get you going as a groom.
That's Charlie.
Why did you get me a job?
I thought maybe you'd be good.
What a great trainer, Charlie,
and what a lousy gambler.
That's how I knew him;
I used to book his bets.
-And now you're giving me his horse.
-This is Gus's horse.
Now I've got to go someplace
and two-to-one
I can't find it
or what the fuck is going to happen?
There. Oh, there's the cars.
Am I getting hurt here, Gus,
for events I had nothing to do with?
You keep on insulting my intelligence
and that'll get you a good smack.
Let me have your cell phone.
Isn't the important thing to settle,
to verify in Ace's mind
our partnership's viability,
its absolute forward thrust?
-Ready to navigate.
-You do your job; I'll do mine.
Yeah, like poor relations he treats
us, this arrogant Peruvian prick.
Between our horses training and a
handicap of 75,000 on the under card
and his horse he trains in the derby.
They're different races.
How ain't Escalante's horse
gonna be his major focus?
His major focus
on that limo driver's horse
doesn't mean he has to short change
us, Escalante.
He says he's smoking out off field
before he decides if he'll run.
I say the post position pick
on the derby
where Escalante is temporarily tied
down, we insist on consultation.
Turo.
Problem come out with their weights.
112, Turo? They don't give
the horse no credit.
No way jockey can do.
Maybe 116.
One more monkey only stop the circus.
Your girl can do that weight?
She can do 11 all day, that Rosie,
and she won't hurt you on the odds.
Holy cow. I never think of that.
The board is considering a protest,
the entry of Gettin' Up Morning.
Present are Walter Smith,
whose counsel Mr. Hartstone
has presented the full certificate,
and a Mr. Dennis Bowman,
claiming reversion of title
for board and stallion service.
I have documentation of that stallion
stud fee
and the rates the farm
charged for board.
I was given that breeding
by the colonel, free, gratis,
on a handshake and board for my mare
and for my years of service
to that farm.
Does Mr. Bowman have proof
of these bills ever having been sent
to Mr. Smith?
It seems to me, you come before us,
you'd have to prove the Agister claim
in a Kentucky civil court.
I'd like to present an affidavit
concerning some related events.
What rock did you find
that horse killer under
to run your little shakedown?
The fact a man's incarcerated doesn't
prevent him from having a story.
I ran Jamie Sloan off that farm
every damn time I laid eyes on him,
that's what the hell I did!
My hope here, sir, is Mr. Smith
respond to a good faith offer
to settle all these open questions.
Mr. Bowman's hope is to harass
and embarrass Mr. Smith
into some kind of nuisance pay off.
Protest is without standing.
Entry in the western derby is allowed.
-Walter Smith is the owner-trainer.
-It's over. Get to the draw.
There's the fetal heartbeat,
which is essentially regular.
Some placental distortion; that would
be due to the trauma of the kick,
and there's some irregularity
of the uterine wall.
Let's be cautious and watch you
here for six to 12 hours.
I've got my assistant
and little boy in the waiting room.
You'll be in an observation unit. It's
alright if they keep you company.
Welcome to our drawing post positions
for a $1 million western derby
at the track on Saturday.
Everyone please enjoy the food.
How come at the barn you don't say
you're going to take her
to the hospital?
So you keep me posted what's what.
Or, is your silent point
you're conveying, Gus,
that you and me are in limbo until
some outside something takes place,
which is reasonable grounds
to hope for?
Is that what I'm supposed
to be getting?
That I would understand completely.
You're telling me to just sit tight.
Let the major players work it out.
There's grounds for patience and hope.
Here we go, the post position draw
for the derby's 75th running,
$1 million guaranteed.
And assisting our western derby queen
will be the connections
of our race co favorites,
owner-trainer Walter Smith
and trainer Turo Escalante.
Turo, will you get us started?
First horse drawn is Kayden's Friend.
Turo, back to you.
Gettin' Up Morning is drawn.
And what post will he be breaking
from, Mr. Smith?
Gettin' Up Morning
draws post position one.
The favorite draws
the difficult rail.
I guess I don't give nothing away.
Ronnie Jenkins the jockey there.
Turo.
Gus Demitriou's Pint of Plain.
Now, let's see
where you'll be running from, Turo.
And Pint of Plain draws
post position number two,
with leading rider Ricco Ramirez
on board.
Our two co-favorites
will start side by side.
117.6, Joey.
I think it's the right
fucking direction.
So Escalante has taken a fire, kid.
That one they're running
on derby day?
He's in for 112 pounds,
so I don't have to tell you,
you and I both know
that we can't make that.
-Let me try to pull the six pounds.
-Physically impossible.
Plus a weak breeze blows you
right off the animal.
Upside is that Escalante
has all but guaranteed
that you're going to be
on that horse next out.
Who's he putting on?
Who he puts on you don't allow it
to be pertinent to your state of mind.
-Are you going to answer my question?
-Rosie.
Rosie he's putting on,
which you could've knocked me
over with a feather.
Rosie!
I'll never get there. Fuck!
In times to come, which they will,
you wonder why you got yourself
an agent,
you try to keep this moment in mind.
What's going on then, Joey?
I maneuvered you
the mount on Escalante;
the overnight stake on derby day.
Don't you fucking tell me! Yes!
What about Leon?
Horse got 112.
The kid's five pounds over.
-Come on! Okay, who's got a six?
-Go fish.
-Who's got any fives?
-Go fish.
You stay with him.
-This is crazy. This is really nuts!
-You're in the zone.
-Yes, $45, you said you saw.
-That's before post time, yes.
There it is, 47-20.
Yes!
Come with me and get some popcorn.
Pink baby!
-Pink rules, you told us, yes.
-Yes, I know.
Doesn't she have a day shift?
I'll deal with it.
Right now she's running so hot.
-Go somewhere else.
-I like to be among my friends.
Your friend is just about ready
to roll himself off the roof.
You know the kind of situation, Gus?
You keep meaning
to eventually reach out.
My daughter
I've grown apart from.
This type of occasion reminds me
to get that off the dime.
Paco, go out
and give him a couple times.
Okay, boss. Come on, big guy.
Yes, they told him.
No standing
and no goddamn begging.
Crawl back into the mud, you
goddamn parasitic son of a bitch.
-Hey there, boss.
-Hey Rosie.
I just got myself a piece
of good news:
that overnight stake race
on derby day...
-Escalante gave me a ride.
-Good on you. That's fine.
I'm moving way up in company.
My mount, he's been running
in with the cheap ones.
Running and winning, I hope.
He has a few in a row, and got
himself a touch of back class.
Mon Gateau, he's called.
Maybe I'll bet a couple of bucks.
The thing is, Mr. Smith,
even not riding in the derby,
I'll be riding on derby day,
which is a pretty damn good feeling.
Yes, it is.
And having you to thank
for the chance
because it got me seen
when I was up on him.
Rosie, you did it yourself.
But here's Emmet's Daddy
opening up two, three lanes.
I watched Jenkins do this in
the '92 derby and it worked then.
-Ronnie's out there winging it.
-He's looking half way out of gas.
It could be.
That horse is worn out, man.
Emmet's Daddy
now would seem in deep water.
Thank you, Ronnie Jenkins,
you washed up, run out has-been.
Hang on, oh ye of little faith.
Emmet's Daddy in command.
Would you look at this? Well done.
Emmet's Daddy is all alone
at the end,
Ronnie Jenkins,
an impressive performance!
Oh boy, Ronnie.
-You got yourself the right jock.
-Yes, he's a good jock. Yes.
That Jenkins fellow is a maestro.
Yes, he is Rosie, when
the spirit moves. You understand?
Paco, come on, let's go home.
Aren't you ashamed,
stealing these children?
-Just an old man treading water.
-And I'm banging Hannah Montana.
-Ace? By yourself, are we?
-I want to talk to you.
I can't help but register the absence
of the indispensable Mr. DiRossi.
How about a drink, Ace?
Maybe the ladies can leave.
What one word did that kid tell you
any different
from what I've been saying?
He must've opened my eyes, Ace,
that young man's presentation;
a freshness and conviction
I did find illuminating.
So you went bat shit
and took him out.
I choose to believe his email. We've
lost him in a spasm of wanderlust.
You took him out, about which
toward you I'd feel very different
if I wasn't co-responsible.
I sent him to you.
I put that kid in harm's way.
I'm as guilty as you
for what happened to him.
There's not going to be any blood.
Seeking forgiveness? Confessing, Ace?
No Old Testament wrath.
I am explaining
why you are getting a pass
so that you will believe me
about what is next.
-Pray tell, what is that?
-You're out.
The move on the track, you, Izzy,
Nick, all of you,
all the other money.
Stay the fuck away
and stay the fuck away from me.
You ain't my partners no more.
Peacemaker Chester Bernstein.
Ace always gets his partners their
peace, cutting us out of this move.
What's on the disc, Ace?
Cohen trying to get
the Indian lobby
into continuing conspiracy
to bribe Sacramento
to bring casino gambling
into the track.
Sounds like a RICO prosecution to me,
Ace. Sad day to come too.
Yes, you invoking the law.
Why am I not hearing one last search
for common ground,
soldiering on in forgiveness
for the sake of a lucrative future?
I don't give a fuck what you think,
Mike, what you do.
You got the one pass.
There will be no blood.
You stay away from me.
You stay away from the track.
Be well, my friend.
I'll let myself out.
My honest, sincere opinion,
Mr. Smith, not to settle this now,
you'll miss yourself
a golden opportunity.
Goddamn you for a parasite!
The further your colt progresses,
the more races you and him win,
the bigger this affidavit
is going to play.
The colonel died.
The farm had money troubles.
The children ran it into the ground.
They insured this horse's daddy
for a fortune.
Died in its stall, they said!
It took a foot,
put it through the stall.
That's what they said.
I was sleeping in bed.
God, I wish I wasn't!
But it wouldn't do much...
wouldn't do absolutely nothing.
No more than telling lies
with a goddamn horse killer now.
I'm a target of opportunity, Bowman.
The court of public opinion, sir,
Geraldo Rivera and the like.
-Did you say Geraldo Rivera?
-ESPN, all them horse races.
Give them all my goddamned regards.
That there is an unprovoked assault.
We don't answer to you,
neither me nor him. You understand?
There comes a time
when he's entitled to a life!
You go ahead and you post
your bullshit affidavits.
Post them up. You just stay
the hell out of our life.
That horse is mine, old man. Mine!
Christ Almighty, Ace.
I hope this mean good news
or some kind of meeting of the minds.
Some fucking smell in here.
Got money for cab fare, Nick?
-Jesus Christ, absolutely.
-There's a phone by the guard shack.
-Nick had a cellphone malfunction.
-Cellphones are goddamn replaceable.
Give me some positive inkling,
some basis for optimism,
the outcome with you and Mike.
We'll see how things turn out.
Gus and I killed the clock, just sat
here and no one said nothing.
See how that sounds on the pope.
That little stake on the undercard,
Ronnie, I lost my goddamn mount.
I'm sorry to hear that, kid.
Rosie got to ride because
she can make the weight.
Toughest sport played outdoors.
What's the most specialist stuff,
Ronnie?
The most specialist stuff?
You know what I mean,
for pulling weight.
There ain't no most specialist stuff.
Their shit works some till it don't.
The most specialist stuff there is
because I tried
everything I heard of.
I won the Kentucky Derby.
Where I've been since...
This race coming up
is the biggest race of my life.
I ain't about to fuck up my own luck
ruining things for somebody else.
What worked for me today,
nursed my horse on the lead
and put him to sleep behind me.
Turo, you should speak to the head
nurse; she's down that way.
Doctor's doing a procedure
to try to save the pregnancy.
They say you've got a good chance
saving the pregnancy,
but you've got to stay here
and rest tonight.
Could you look out
for Eduardo tonight?
Yes.
You've got to believe me, Mike,
I didn't say word one.
I do believe you, Nick.
I only hope you do
because I recognize the stakes.
I doubt Ace would've had
the Greek press you.
Still world, as I'm sure
you would've been.
He was showing me, Nick,
how he'd had you in his control
and could trust himself
to let you live.
You had it figured
he'd play it like that.
Must've been bit when young,
maybe by the place itself
or who he went racing with.
If not this pretext for rupture,
he would've found another.
-Now we're out of his move.
-Out of his move, Nick? No.
It's Ace with whom
we're severing connections.
We're businessmen, after all,
and sovereign savage bands
are hardly in short supply.
We're going to take over
and multiply Ace's plans.
Bring in slots and table games; put
the sport on a sound fiscal basis.
While Bernstein is doing what?
My thought, Nick,
would be nothing at all.
For all he's contemptuous, Escalante,
disrespect's keeping us current.
Bottom line: we're all in harness.
He's cared for that horse two years,
been footing the bills himself.
My concern is who he's got riding.
If our horse belongs in the race,
the girl don't preclude his success.
Not to mention she doubles the odds.
If he's in above his caliber,
who's on him ain't going to matter.
Let him look good in the parade,
the kid makes a serious wager.
Your idea of what's good and a normal
opinion don't always coincide.
He's going to put
a knock on the old man.
-Sports jacket and slacks.
-I guess we should probably...
That stalker handicap broad
is texting me pictures
of what she's wearing.
-From the chief.
-Who is it?
That photo team that was
surveilling us outside the casino,
this guy was the spotter,
a hitter from Chicago.
You'd like to think my conversation
with Mike maybe would change things.
Sit still for being out of your play
costs his partners money.
He's got to watch his own back.
He's going to whack you, does Mike.
I'm going to need that back.
So from now on, you go nowhere
by yourself, including the gym.
She's going to be disappointed
in not getting to go to the track.
-She who?
-Miss Lachey.
She'll live.
Now, would you mind please moving
the fuck away from the window?
Thank you.