Luck (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 9 - Two Prized Colts Go Head-to-Head - full transcript

LUCK
Episode 9

Irish horse entered they give a look
to in that Derby today.

Some Greek's horse over from Ireland.

- You hear me?
- Yeah.

Ace... There's half a chance this here.

Could be Israel.

- Where?
- "Body Found off the Marina."

We gotta go.

- Morning, Turo.
- How you think you're feeling?

- Good. How are things at the barn?
- You know. Big day coming up.

- How's Eduardo?
- Fucking goat disappear!



- He helping him look for him. The kid.
- Pint of Plain loves that goat.

- Is he upset?
- Never mind. You have problems enough.

- I come back and see you.
- Win two for me today, Turo.

- They get the Racing Channel?
- I'll work it out. Don't worry.

- Say hello to Eduardo for me.
- I say hello to him.

Give me three seconds here.

Jesus! Look who's here.

Look, Ace.
Look who showed up out of the blue.

- Hey, gramps.
- What are you doing here?

Someone thought it would be
a nice surprise for you.

You go ahead, kid. You tell him.

Gus sent me an airplane ticket
so I could come see your horses race.

- Maybe it's not such a nice surprise.
- From left field, kid. That's all.

- You got the elevator key?
- Let's get out of this crowded lobby.



Up to your grandfather's apartment.
That's why he pays all that rent.

Don't worry about your bags.
I'll take care of them.

How are you? How you doing?
All right?

Yeah. Ten-hour plane ride will take
a little but out of you.

Some hair you got.
You look like a fucking baboon.

Can you believe this?
Look what these bastards did.

Brought my grandson here.
Fuckers!

That evil prick, Michael.
It's okay, Ace. We'll work it out.

Sit with him. Keep him stayed put 'til
I think through what the fuck to do.

They gonna look to hurt him. You'd
halfway think they'd have done it.

- You no-good miserable prick.
- Who's winning?

"Fuck you" is winning.
What do you make of the card?

Shakin', Lon?

I was goin' across to the drycleaners.
Anyone want a doughnut?

Excellent betting card.

Jelly-glazed, please. No!
Cream-filled!

- Two chocolate rainbow sprinkles!
- Cream-filled, two chocolate sprinkles.

- Time's your mom's bus?
- Eleven-twenty. I got some leeway.

Jerry!

What do you think?
You think Mon Gateau's got a chance?

A hundred percent objective,
I put us right in the mix.

- Goddammit!
- You all right? You got it?

- Objective. Is that a fact?
- Yeah. With that girl, maybe 20 to 1.

That's rich.
Wouldn't that be something?

Jerry very much likes our chances.

Yeah, that and fifty cents will get you
a towel at the Y.

What time do you pick up your mom?

I got a little leeway. I'm gonna go
wait for Lonnie and the doughnuts.

You want to know how I feel? Today's
the day they take it all away from us.

Brent?

Emailed with Gus the entire transaction?
You didn't think to call and verify?

Verify what, Gramps? I thought
this is what you wanted.

Listen. Various reasons, probably not
a good idea that you come to that race.

Like what reasons?

Gus don't sometimes think through
all the ins and outs.

There's scrutiny from my parole.

One factor. Maybe I'm secretly
involved, this horse's ownership...

- I start bringing family with...
- How about this, Gramps?

Gus was looking to make peace between
us that you're not ready to make yet.

- How's that for a reason?
- Half smart's worse than fucking stupid.

- Me you're referring to, or Gus?
- Whatever shoe works.

It was good to see you, Gramps.
Jesus, you're a pisser.

Stay the fuck here!

You want to watch the race
you watch it on television.

- Can I answer the door for roomservice?
- Yeah... Stay a fucking smartass.

How many times you told me you hoped
to bring this kid home?

- The right moment, situation.
- Now is gonna have to do.

The situation being what it is
and nobody getting any younger.

We gotta check to see
if this is Israel.

- How's it go, Jack?
- Great.Jumpin' out of his fucking skin.

- Morning, Escalante.
- Good morning.

- Gonna be one kind of horse race.
- It sure is.

- Nothing bothers this fella.
- Old pro. He's seen it all.

-Awful grateful you give me this chance.
- Good. Don't louse it up.

Turn him around and let him
settle down right here. Good.

Atta boy.

How you doing, kid?

Leaving for Portland tonight,
after I first watch Rosie's race.

Absolutely.

He's got me three months on Wednesday,
Tommy Swanson.

He's the best agent out there.
He'll hustle for you twenty-four-seven.

I'm glad it's Rosie Escalante's putting
on Mon Gateau. Better her than anybody.

God bless you
for your positive attitude.

- All right, Joey.
- All right, kid.

I'll be back once my weight's right.

There you go.
Sounds like a plan.

Ace, here's how it might happen.
You know they've been watching us.

They've clocked your routine. He's
a regular here, he's a regular there.

They park their car here, he goes to the
Track on Monday, Thursday and Friday.

Just assume they know everything.

They pick the spot where they'll take
their shot, where you're open, alone,

where there's little risk of interference
from passers-by or surveillance.

And where they got good escape routes.
Maximize the certainty, minimize the risk

Someplace they know you're gonna be.
That's how it's likely to happen.

Show me his routines.

Here's his daily.

He's a creature of habit,
down to his underwear.

And things don't much change
even on a race day, like it is today.

I understand they race here
the opposite direction from England.

You mean the right way.

So what do you think,
put the show on the road?

Time to unholster the Brioni.

What the hell was I thinking,
inviting that ragdead doctor?

- What's wrong with inviting him?
- Minimum, he'll be a distraction.

Hell, Renzo's inviting his mother.

Last night, I lie awake wondering if
he maybe couldn't have secret motives.

Why? How much does he bet?

No, I'm not talking about him
lousing up our odds.

He never omits to mention
transcendental meditation

and other types
of fucking peace of mind.

When I'm at the E.R., doesn't it
strike you as strange?

You think he's gonna start praying
at the races?

That he should suddenly befriend me.

You don't foresee any problem,
like being blown to smithereens?

- You think he might be an extremist?
- What am I, an airport profiler?

Maybe he just like you, Marcus. And I
wouldn't trade our chances with nobody.

Ma!

Never again. No air conditioning.
Here, give me a kiss. This for me?

Here's the car.

See my badge?

You look like an ex-con.

Would you look at this?
Where you in a fire?

Ma, you can get back on the bus
if you want.

- If your not immediate family, sir...
- We know he was at the marina.

We haven't heard from him now in three
days. His family's across the country.

We're the next thing to a family.

Why don't you come through these two
doors? Maybe they have to transfer him.

- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.

My God...

One step at a time, Ace.
You'll do what you have to do.

Pull over for a minute, Gus.

Punch in her number, will you?

Thanks.

- Hello.
- How are you today?

I'm at the horse farm.

I took your advice, and I went away.

- Tell me what it's like up there.
- It's really clear.

I'm just spending some time
with the horses.

- We're going to see Gus' horse run.
- I know. I've got everything crossed.

All right.

It's good to hear your voice.

I'm always happy to hear your voice,
Chester.

I'm glad your boys' horse isn't running
against these Derby horses.

The Derby's a later race.

Although, to go by the odds, you're
outclassed in this race to,

Soon as they bet, we'll go saddle.

Two's the key, all single-unit plays.

Exacta-wheel, tri-wheel, super,

plus wheels in the double and triple.

My Renyo feels that your friend Jerry
is a very smart horse-picker.

No sense of proportion, how he bets,

but credit where is due,
tremendous handicapper.

I'm glad you boys have found
each other.

Key exactas over three-five-seven.

Two on top ? Two on top.

Two is us. Our horse, Renz.
We're on top of everything.

Keying doubles with what?

Keying doubles with four-nine,
and triples those numbers with two.

- Keying two on top.
- Two on top.

My Renzo sent me a lovely present when
you boys won your Pick Six.

Is that so? Good for him.

- Would your parents still be with us?
- No. They are both gone.

- Hey, buddy!
- Hey, Cody.

Cerebral palsy, that girl.

- Here you go, ma.
- Thank you, darling.

What the hell became of that Arab?

The big race they got today... A
friend of mine has got a horse running.

- If you want, I can leave you a pass.
- I can't be accepting no gratuities.

- You tell your friend good luck.
- Thank you.

Pint of Plain.

Are you suggesting
I might know a bookie?

The Western Derby.

I got two guys out here, covering you.
Tommy's brother is in the grey Chrysler.

Bagwell in the SUV.

Go back inside
through the metal detector.

Come out the other side of the building
in exact seven minutes.

Another ten seconds,
and I was on a plane back home.

And away they go.

Here we go.
This is the owners.

How do you do?

- Good luck. Safe trip.
- Thanks a lot.

- Don't rush this horse, understand?
- Yes, sir.

Time come you get him outside the lane,
you fucking ask him,

he gonna give you everything he got.

Let's go get the money.

Riders up!

- Don't get him stopped, entiendes?
- Yes, sir.

-Lonnie! Did you hear what he told her?
- No, I couldn't make it out.

Irish, this lady jockey.

Number 2, the Foray Stables'
Mon Gateau.

- Did you bet, ma?
- No. I was just going to the lavatory.

Ain't you the sweetest sort of mover?
Good boy. That's a good boy.

The horses begin to load
For the South Bay Handicap.

- Sorry I'm late. We had an emergency.
- They're just about to run.

- How you doing? Hello.
- Who's this guy?

- How you doing?
- All right.

- Exciting!
- Yes.

Would you shut the door at the back?
He keeps going out.

B is Forbacon and Crow's Landing break
on top, drawing two lengths clear.

Bobbin Bill is in third, and
Time Starts Now fourth a length.

Then it's Mon Gateau fifth
along the rail.

- Oh boy...
- Number two's our horse, Mon Gateau.

- I see him. Number two, right?
- Where is he?

- Right there.
- Shut up!

Around the turn, and it's still Crow's
Landing half a length on B is Forbacon.

Bobbin Bill asked for run, third by 4.
Time Starts Now forth.

Mon Gateau boxed on the rail to his
Inside. The other are far back.

You'd think she might try to catch up.

Crow's Landing and B is Forbacon still
leading gap of 4 back to Bobbin Bill.

Two more back to Time Starts Now

and Mon Gateau traveling well enough
though a bit tight at the rail.

Wait, Rosie. Just wait.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Now you asking him for his run.

And here's longshot Mon Gateau
now quickening to join the fray.

Here. Now he's starting to catch 'em.

Dead aim! You go, girl!

Now that's more like it!

That's Mon Gateau getting free
and finding another gear.

This fugitive from the claiming ranks
seeming to have his rivals measured.

Come on, darling!

Go on now with him, jock!

Go ahead!

Open up with him, girl.
Don't take nothing for granted.

Come on!

Behave normal, completely normal.

Good lad!

- You see that? How this horse run?
- Well done, Escalante.

- How you feeling?
- You're halfway home.

Fourteen to one second,
Six to one third, favorite fourth.

- We "all'd" the gimmicks, correct?
- Absolutamente.

- Did you get a chance to bet?
- No. But it's all right.

- We bet for you, don't worry.
- Really? Yeah? Thank you!

The result is now official. The winner
of the sixth race, Mon Gateau.

- That's what I'm talking about.
- That girl did a lovely job.

- You bet a few dollars, ma?
- I might have bet a few dollars.

- I bet a few dollars for you.
- What do the gimmicks pay?

Just in the natural course
of gazing past.

Didn't see the tri, but the super's
14 thou, six-twenty-seven.

- I see. And what was your play-to-win?
- Substantial.

Some ride... That girl!

- How he feel, pulling up?
- Sounds as a bell of brass, boss.

- Congratulations, miss.
- Thanks a lot.

Be right back.

Bug!
We don't get here without you, kid.

Thanks a lot, mister Jerry.

Okay, jump up there.

- Still one-twenty, jock.
- No more blood in this turnip.

So this race is for someone to win
a million dollars?

No, that's the entire purse.
The winner hets sixty percent.

Six hundred thousand dollars. You didn't
run your horse here for so much money?

No, this race is the Derby. It's only
for three-year olds. Ours is already 5.

- These horses are worth a lot more.
- So you run your horse where it fits.

The Handicapper's Helper says

Gettin' Up Morning
is the horse they all have to bet.

It ran two monster races.
The last one, it set a track record.

Plus, it's got terrific breeding.

But you're going to bet number two?

The two horse is an Irish champion.
Plus it's got our trainer training him.

Plus, from our earlier bets, we combined
a lot of those bets to that horse,

where if it wins
it's tremendous payoff.

Why don't he just scream it
from the roof, in his Brioni?

Two's been really good to us.

- This time they got the mayo right?
- It was supposed to be on the side.

It's all right. I won't eat the bread.
Better that way.

You're gonna be so jumpy,
I'm gonna ask you to move.

The chopped chicken Caesar salad.

Do you remember that time in Chicago?

I think we got a similar situation.

Your phone's ringing. Answer.

You're finding out the kid left the
suite, maybe went to the gym downstairs

where he wouldn't have to go
through the lobby.

What? Well where did he go?
With gym clothes?

- He's supposed to stay in the suite.
- Just relax.

He probably figures the hotel,
he's obeying the letter of the law.

- No. Will you go give him an earful?
- I'll call you right back.

- What are you defending him for?
- I'm not defending him.

- Did you tell him to stay in the suite?
- I told him to stay in the suite.

- He's your grandson.
- You baby him.

- Don't make your problems my problems.
- Don't yell at me! You're yelling.

- Take care of your grandson.
- This isn't a game.

Baby my ass.

The fuck you looking at?

Now. He's in the bathroom.

- How's he doing?
- Ready to fire bigtime.

- Only thing, the goat went missing.
- He knows that, the goat's gone?

Like everyone else,
they got their routine.

They say some horses run like a
push-button. It doesn't happen like that.

- Not with anything. You understand?
- I do.

Yeah, we know. No goat.

You ever have children?

I have a grandchild alive.

I never did think I want a family
before. Now I think, maybe I do.

The fuck...
Who put this fucking bucket here? Rafa!

- Bring your horses for the eight race.
- Now we gotta go.

- You told him he's ready.
- Your Spanish is... muy bueno.

Except I told him I'm ready.
Christo?

First we own this place. Once
a month, we give a horse away.

- A horse away?
- I don't know the details.

But we'll have a drawing. Anybody
that comes out here can win a horse.

We pay the upkeep, as long as they
come out and see it.

We'll get us some horses.

Bring your horses.

You remember Mister Bernstein.
Mister Demetriou?

- How you doing?
- Good. You?

In the eight race, number one, Gettin'
up Morning is one pound overweight.

Not an issue, boss.
I pissed two times since then.

Don't worry about it. That's nothing.
He'll settle wherever you put him.

- How about the stick, Mister Smith?
- I can't take it from you.

But he's just a kid, this colt, so he's
liable to act the part.

I'll throw a couple crosses
before I try him.

Ace!

I understand you've had a busy day.

- Nothing I couldn't handle.
- Great gift, the capacity to adapt.

Do you find it all diminished,
As time begins to reel us in?

Riders up!

- Let's go, jock. Get the money.
- All right, boss.

More opportunities to come.
Every day a new challenge.

Just out of curiosity. How long you
think your people will stand for this?

I think I'm on quite a long leash, Ace.
Didn't we find that out three years ago?

Lovely horse, that.
Beautiful.

What a horse! Congratulations.

The horses now coming onto the track
for the eight race.

It's the 75th running
of the Wester Derby.

- You all right?
- How do you think the horse looks?

The hell do I know? I'm praying
that the goat shows up.

- Let's go watch him warm up.
- I'll catch up.

Number one, Gettin' up Morning,
ridden by Ronnie Jenkins,

owned and trained by Walter Smith.

Number two, Pint of Plain,
ridden by Rico Ramirez,

trained by Turo Escalante and
owned by Mister Gus Demitriou.

There two hooking him up,
you gonna see one for the books.

- Get his head straight.
- Tell 'em, Rico!

Hit this mother fucker!

And away they go. The field for
the Western Derby is sent on its way.

Atta boy! That's got him.

He's got him in a good position.

Both favorites are away in a good order
from their inside posts...

- What's happening?
- He's away in a good order, Lon.

- About where you'd want him.
- He's in good shape.

As the Derby field makes its way around
the first turn,

Sidehill Lie shows the way by a half a
Lenght under pressure from Oscar's Song.

Here's Gettin' up Morning, getting
a dream ride along the rail,

but Pint of Plain's tracking him
every step of the way.

They're followed by Hogsbreath,
six back of the leaders.

A half-mile to run in the 75th running
of the western Derby.

And that's Sidehill Lie
where he's been from the start...

All right, jock. Now you ask.

Wait. Just wait.

Now you go! Now you go!

A quarter mile to go and now Pint
of Plain strikes the front full of run.

Ronnie Jenkins on Getting'up Morning
just behind.

Gettin' up Morning is going
to beed room.

Now!

What a finish! A Derby for the ages.

Pint of Plain and Gettin' up Morning,
nothing to choose between them.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please hold all tickets.

That's far too close to call,
we'll have to wait for the photo.

- Did you see who won?
- What happened?

- What's it look like to you?
- The last jump he got us.

I think he migh've held on.
I think he might've held on.

I'm going downstairs. I guess you in the
john. I don't know if we win or lose.

So I see how he come back
And I be there in an hour.

- How it look to you?
- Hair's breadth, either way.

If I go down there before we know
is it gonna put a Maloccio on the photo?

- This isn't Italian superstition.
- Invented by the Greeks.

Gramps! Hey, Gramps!

Did you win?

Brent? Go. Go to the horse.

Go to where the people...
To where the horses are.

- There's horses everywhere.
- Go to where the people are!

Ladies and gentleman,
your attention please...

A primal, primitive scurrying.

Now for the results
of the photo finish.

Shut up and stay close to me.

Stay right here.

Finishing first, the winner...

Number two, Pint of Plain.

- That's us. Our horse wins.
- You won.

- So you won the Pick Four payoff?
- Ma'am, please keep still.

- Maybe I waited too long.
- No. Don't second guess yourself.

You moved right when you should've.
Don't do that to yourself.

Congratulations. Big win for you today.

- Western Derby. Got an amazing horse.
- Thank you very much.

Best fucking country in the world.

Ace! Come on,
take your picture by the horse.

Come over. Get over here.

I understand. You wanted to be here.
I understand.

One's impulse is to bulldoze and bury
this facility, and Ace's dreams with it.

Put up track houses in is place.

Though real estate being depressed,
casinos do seem a better plan.

That scared the shit out of me,
with that hell of a race horse you got.

- They put on a good damn show.
- Bobbing the head all it was.

That's the game we play.
Paco!

Put him in his stall.
See if he's ready to piss.

Your people looked
pretty damn pleased.

They must be making big plans.

Just like I'm sure they're coming at you
for your colt from every place.

Trying to buy a good thing
already made.

- They been coming at me already.
- Cock-a-roaches.

- Next time, more the same.
- Yeah.

Hell of a lot of fun, senor.

I may very well get you food soon,
Naomi. But you may not want me to.

I'm counting out money here
To give you.

This... is all...

For you.

For you are a Goddess.

This is so sick.

I took notice, Marcus. That sweet
disabled girl had eyes for you.

- You should take her out some evening.
- A riptide couldn't take that girl out.

Excuse me, Ryan Seacrest,
for suggesting.

- What's the bottom-bottom?
- Excluding the purse, four-seventeen.

That's a hundred-four thousand
and chance apiece.

- What's the story with us?
- In the long run, we all go broke.

Now I would like to ask also, have you
given any thought to blowing this dump?

Ma! Where would we go?

I'm kind of used.
I like us being next door to each other.

Well renting a home
is not exactly ridiculous.

- Could we get a place with a hot tub?
- With my condition and all?

- What, you afraid you're gonna melt?
- What, somebody have fish? Jerry!

Pocahontas is calling.
Jerry, come poke my hontas.

- Excuse me, ladies present.
- Yeah, I'd better.

Sorry, ma!

We could afford multiple hot tubs,
plus music upstairs and downstairs.

Not to mention the purse we won
from Mon Gateau winning the race,

Which I take pride in as the owner,

with a time faster
than the time in that Derby race.

To Mon Gateau,
which if his legs stay okay,

I believe can look any Derby horse
in the eye.

And to the small possibility
of not going broke.

- To Mon Gateau. Salute!
- To the girl who rode him.

Knock, knock! You asleep?

I got something for you.

I lost the baby, Turo.

Madre mio.

Fear the goat from the front,

the horse from the rear,

and man from all sides.

So, various circumstances,
we haven't been close.

We don't know that much about
each other's lives.

- Which I take responsibility.
- I take responsibility.

But going back, you didn't ask
to come into the world.

Didn't ask to lose your dad,
your mother not a part of your life.

And that respect, you're growing up,
I wasn't to you what I could have been.

That's over now, you understand?

Whatever complications,
this is where we are,

what we have to make our lives with.

The hands are dealt.
We get to see how we play then.

You feeling lucky, kid?

I'm feeling lucky.

- How'd it go?
- Okay, I guess. We'll see.

You know what I just seen, Ace?

That goat strolled by this guy's stall.

Subtitling
GEORGIANA VARBIU

LUCK

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