Luck

There's five in there from the owner.

- Split this with that bug. - Turo.

I can't believe I'm off that horse.

Yesterday I gave my book to my new agent.

Hey, honey. I've been missing you a lot lately.

- Lynn: Leave a message. - ( Beeps )

You the person having trouble getting sex?

- Morning, pops. - Might as well run him, huh?

You ready to run today?

Yes!

Come back tomorrow. Tell me everything you did between now and then.

If I like what I hear, I'll give you $1 million to work for me.

What am I going to be doing to earn my keep?

You're gonna meet somebody.

Your horse idea, buy a big race track, bring in casino gaming.

I still don't know how you ever got involved with Mike.

You claim the dope and you do the time.

I wonder if you mightn't be pissed off.

Oh, God, he's bleeding. Right hind.

- The jock should pull him up. - He is still running.

That is some wonderful horse.

Now pray he come out in one piece.

We'll do the ultrasound in the morning.

- You're gonna stay here? - I'm fine.

good morning, sir.

Want me to order you some breakfast?

- Morning, Mr. Bernstein, Mr. Demitriou. - Morning. How are you?

- Hi, kid. How you doing? - Good, good.

Do you want me to order you some breakfast?

How long, my time in Siberia?

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

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,

and instead he just breathes on you.

And we get the purse for the win.

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

Israel there, I gotta give his final marching papers,

the parole guy I gotta see,

even before I go see the boss at the track. Get in.

- Morning, gentlemen. - Come on.

- Congratulations on the win. - Yeah.

Greatest fucking country in the world.

Renzo: To any of our foray stable racing team

who might be interested,

which I would say especially our trainer

- and all his assistants in his barn... - Ahem, grooms.

- Grooms. And the doctor... - Veterinarian.

Who she's taken such wonderful care of Mon Gateau

since before we even owned him...

you know, this ain't the goddamn Oscars.

We brought out t-shirts for everybody

to wear optionally,

in our horse's race this afternoon.

- So if... - ( Crying )

Bad news, probably.

Maybe a wrong number.

Loaded for bear tomorrow, Mr. Smith?

Woman: Okay, thank you for calling Santa Anita.

There's a letter for you in the mail room, Mr. Smith.

Your colt going to air on 'em like the last time, Mr. Smith?

- What? - Your race tomorrow.

I can't wait to see the big guy strut his stuff again.

Spouting a bunch of goddamn nonsense,

is what you're doing.

Ace: "Wait"?

"Wait to go Greek"?

What the hell's that supposed to 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." - ( Cell phone beeping )

You going somewhere I don't know about?

- Where am I going? - Huh?

- Where am I going? - I heard you.

Could "wait to go" mean "way too"?

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?

Hello?

Yeah, keep breathing heavy, Brian.

I'm gonna disconnect this fucking phone line, I swear to God.

N-no, don't... don't hang up, Lynn.

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

What do you want, Joey?

I-I'm just glad I caught you at home, huh?

- ( Car skidding in video game ) - Yeah, well,

the hotshot pissant got suspended,

and I'm missing three days of fucking work.

- So... - Suspended, huh?

Yeah. You know, I'm really swamped, Joey. Okay?

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

No, I guess I didn't.

Yeah. Okay, listen. I just...

I-I called to say hi and...

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

because it... it would have been great, you know?

If things had worked out with us, you know?

Oh, my...

are you shitfaced, Joey?

It's 8:00 in the morning.

No, no, I'm not shitfaced.

No, honey.

Listen, I just want you to... to give my best to the kid, okay?

And tell him to clean up his act.

Yeah, okay. I'm hanging up the phone now, Joey.

I looked into it like you asked,

and there's no preclusion as far as you being on parole.

Thank you.

Not to say that a felon buying into a racetrack,

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

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

You make your case with 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 good like I'm gonna 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.

Oh! September 9th, 1958.

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

Did you ever look a horse in the eye?

Never.

Never near a horse.

And I have a lifetime ambition to keep it that way.

Let me ask you again, Chester.

How do you feel, going after that racetrack?

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?

Yeah.

Going over to red's.

Want to hear what you missed at that phone booth?

Hard for you to mind your business, huh?

Her son was killed in Cuernavaca walking home from school.

- He was 12 years old. - 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 all the answers to keep your hands in your pockets.

He's already dead.

You wake up with that no matter where you wake up.

- Whoa! - ( Horse grunts )

- ( Dog barking ) - ( Horse bellowing )

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

Would you stop shaking the fucking table?

It ain't me this time!