Tramps

And it's Rockin' With Dewey continuing to race in second.

Then comes Masherhal, Hand Over Bell and Perfect Alliance

is still at the back of the field in 56 and 3/5 seconds.

And now MF Happenstance leads the charge around the far turn.

MF Happenstance, three quarters of a length.

Mystery Woman second on the outside,

Rockin' With Dewey is third to the inside.

And they're being followed by Hand Over Bell, Masherhal,

and Perfect Alliance is still at the back.

And they're into the stretch, three quarters in 1:24.2.

And it is still MF Happenstance,

and here comes Mystery Woman to the outside.

- And in the center, Hand Over Bell... - No.

Come on.

It is Mystery Woman, Hand Over Bell on the far outside.

- Masherhal is closing late... - Come on, Mashy.

Here at the finish it's Hand Over Bell!

- Yeah, I got it. - Masherhal was next,

then came Rockin' With Dewey

and Mystery Woman in 1:51.4.

Seven. Or five for us?

On should tell you.

Okay. Bye.

Matko Boska.

Five?

What is it?

Five, for us.

Eleven.

I'm starting.

No, we wait for him.

Hello?

You have a collect call from the Atlantic County Correctional Facility

- from... - Darren.

Press one to accept.

- Darren. - Hey.

- Where are you? - Jail.

Jesus. What did you do?

No, it's nothing. I've been trying to call you.

You didn't pay your fuckin' cell phone?

Yeah, I get paid on Monday. What happened?

- I'm down in Atlantic City. - Ma.

Just some asshole, I ended up having to smash in his window.

Misdemeanor. Point is, I'm stuck here. I gotta spend the night.

Which is why I need you to help me out. I got this thing going on here tomorrow...

so you gotta do it and pretend you're me.

You'll get in a guy's car and deliver a briefcase.

Don't worry about anything.

There's $1,500 in it for me. You know I need it.

All right? I'll be very proud of you.

- What's in the suitcase? - It's a briefcase.

What's in the briefcase?

I don't know.

No, I'm not doing... You don't know?

It's just papers, man.

It's nothing major.

I'm not doing that.

- Put Ma on the phone. - No.

Danny!

- Put Ma on the phone. -

- - Miss, I already told you,

if you don't have a ticket you'll have to get off the train.

Daniel...

Your brother needs you. You're doing it.

Okay, look, just listen, all right?

There'll be a woman on a bench with a green purse.

And you swap your briefcase for hers.

- Green purse. - You're not writing this down, are you?

No.

Good. Don't be stupid, I really need this money.

I owe you one, all right?

I'll pay your cell phone bill.

All right? She's got a green pocketbook and...

All right, but whose... whose car am I getting into?

- What? - Wrap it up.

Just one sec. You just got to do this for me, okay?

I'm gonna do it. Who's the guy driving the car?

Promise me you'll do this. Danny? Promise me you'll do...

I'm doing it, but who's the guy driving the car?

You got a swipe? You got a swipe?

There's this one guy, like, from Philly, I think.

They got like a Philly vibe, and, uh...

Russell and Jimmy know him.

Russell's been a big pain in the ass, but Jimmy gets it, you know?

Like, he knows I can come through for him.

Shit's been weird since the bust, but this is a good situation

'cause these guys, they're professional.

Not like Howie, that fuck. That guy doesn't know what he's doing.

And the plan is intricate, you know what I mean?

It's like a clock, you know.

Everything fits together and everyone gets protected.

I want more money.

- No. - I'm driving.

I'm keeping the clock running.

What are you talking about? You came to me for work.

I mean, how'd you lose that job anyway?

Creative differences.

Really?

And how's, uh, Ricky's check cashing con paying off for you?

Because no one asked you to skip town to Pittsburgh

for some Greaseball shithead.

Yeah, well, he did.

I mean, if you don't go back to Pittsburgh,

I have a... queen size bed.

You've done worse.

Well, I'm going back to Pittsburgh, so I'm fine on the couch, Scott.

Just do the job.

- - Ah...

This is the phone. Don't make any outgoing calls.

And these are the keys to the Sentra.

- Thought you said it was an Altima. - It's a fuckin' Nissan. Doesn't matter.

It's, like, uh, gonna be the only red Nissan on the block.

- What's in the briefcase? - I don't know.

You can't know everything, Ellie.

Sometimes you gotta just do it.

Here you go.

Felicia, I can go?

Are you the guy?

Uh... yeah.

Yeah.

You the guy?

Yeah, I'm the girl.

Right.

I can see that.

Get in.

Do you know what the... the... the guy looks like?

No.

It is a guy, right?

- -

Keep the car on.

Roll this back window down.

- - He's coming back, he's coming back.

- Do you think they got the license plate? - I don't know.

Because, man...

Do you know who the girl is I gotta meet with the green bag?

- Good luck. - All right.

Come on, man.

Yeah, it's done.

Oh, my God... Oh, my God, it's you.

You don't even know what I just did.

Look, stop. Where are you goin'?

Look... Don't run, don't run, don't run, please don't run.

I just need a number or something, I just need...

I don't know, an address or something, like...

You're not gonna help me?

I just gave the briefcase to the wrong woman.

Exactly. What are we gonna do?

What am I gonna do? I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm not even supposed to be here, it's my brother.

- Do you know my brother Darren? - Don't fucking tell me his name.

Why don't you wanna know?

Look, look! Look, you're not gonna get your 1,500 either, okay?

- 1,500? - Yeah, 1,500. That's all I know.

- All I know is the green... - They're paying you fuckin' $1,500?

I think so. I don't even know.

Give me your phone. Give me your fucking phone.

I don't have a... I didn't pay my bill.

What are we gonna do?

You got a quarter?

I got a phone card. You gonna call him?

You're calling him?

- Fuck. - This is not fucking rocket science.

How hard is it? You walk up to the fucking platform,

- you exchange the suitcase. - I know.

I got an eight-year-old that can do it.

You give it to this fuckin' Pollack, look what happens.

- You're so fucking stupid... - Stop talking, Russell!

- Stop talking! -

Hold up. Who's this?

- Well, hello there. - I think we got a problem.

Yeah, no shit. $1,500, Scott?

Why is some idiot getting twice as much as me?

- He with you now? - Yes.

Do you have the thing?

No.

But I have the address where it's going.

I think we got it under control, okay? Just gonna take a little longer.

It's fine. We got it under control.

It's gonna cost you.

Okay. The full $1,500.

Twice that.

What the fuck do I care? It's comin' out of your share.

- Okay. - We need to see Darren, too.

And she brings Darren. I don't want him running around until this is done.

Okay, so you deliver the thing and you bring him with you tonight.

You can keep his share, too.

Okay. All right.

New Ebony Hotel, Room 1310, 10:00 p.m.

1310, got it. Let's go.

Wait, wait, you don't need me. You... You got the address.

Take the bag, I don't want it anymore.

What does the woman look like?

She's got blonde hair, she had a white shirt on.

- She's... - Yeah, exactly. Let's go.

What's the address on the pills again?