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Ohh.

Boom!

At the buzzer,

Wayne "Captain Clutch" Rigsby
nails the 3.

And the crowd goes insane.

I hate the night shift.

Hey, Jane. Teach me
a card trick, will ya?

Card trick?

Say, "pick a card."

Okay.

Pick a card.

Okay.
Put it back in the deck.

Place the deck very gently
on your forehead.

Now try to visualize
the card that I picked, Hmm?

Just focus and see it.

What springs to mind?
Um, the, uh...

- What card do you see?
- 9 of hearts.

9 of hearts.

Oh.

That it?

Huh. How'd I do that?

Very good.

Very, very good.

Let me try.

All right.

Pick a card.

Now.

Memorize it.

- Jack of diamonds.
- Nope.

Mm?

Are you sure?

- Yep.
- Well, uh, Cho,
could you, uh--

It's a card trick.
Not interested.

Well, I guess
card tricks are lame.

Yep, when they don't work.

We're up.

What do you think,
Doc?

Your basic blunt force trauma.
Baseball bat type of deal.

- Mugging gone wrong, maybe?
- Don't think so.

His wallet's gone,
but he did have this on him.

It was wrapped in an napkin
with a note written on it.

Eh, the mysterious case
of the jilted jockey.

Don't be flippant.

- You think he's a jockey?
- Oh, I know he is.

Why, because he's small?

Small, bowlegged...

Hungry-thin
in a thousand dollar suit,

deep tan from working outdoors,

raccoon eyes
from wearing goggles.

And that is a horseshoe
on that napkin, probably from

a-a bar in town that
has "horseshoe" in the name.

Well, he could be
a racecar driver.

Racecar drivers
have soft hands.

Why a jilted jockey?

Because it alliterates it,
and that is always a little fun.

And who else
but a forsaken lover

would ask for forgiveness
on a cocktail napkin?

With a ring, no less.

Golden Horseshoe Restaurant
about a mile away.

Et voilà.

Sorry, agents, wait.

I just found this
in John Doe's jacket pockets.

Uh, I-I don't know why
I didn't notice it before.

Thanks.

I figure it's some kind of
message maybe from the killer.

That's my card.
How did you do that?

Huh? What?

Card tricks?

A man has lost his life.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

Oh.
Uh...

- Shame.
- Never mind.

Shame. Shame.

So shameful. Terrible.

♪ The Mentalist 3x05 ♪
The Red Ponies
Original Air Date on October 21, 2010

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Flashy clothes,
about 5'5", skinny--

like maybe
he could be a jockey.

Sounds like Bill Button.
No, it's... Sutton.

That's the name.

He used to date Delinda--

girl who works here
as a hostess.

He came in last night
looking for her,

had a couple of drinks.

Tried to leave something
for her,

but I told him
I couldn't accept it. Policy.

Did you see what it was?

Yeah. It was a ring
with a note on a napkin.

"Forgive me."

Forgive him for what?
Do you know?

Men. It was always something.

- So what's happened to him?
- Well, he's ad.

The girlfriend--Delinda.
What's her full name?

Um...

It's... Lecure.

Delinda Lecure.

She wasn't working
last night?

No. He--he kept...

Coming in, hassling her
to get back together with him.

So she started switching shifts
to avoid him.

He get heavy with her?

Physical.

No. No, no. He was always
a gentleman--what I saw.

But I-I stay out of that stuff.
You know... T.M.I.

She have any other boyfriends?
Anyone else interested?

Not that I know of.

You have an address
for Delinda?

Yeah, I-I got it here
somewhere.

Cho and Rigsby are talking to
the ex-girlfriend, Delinda, now.

Anything else on the victim?

A William Q. Sutton
is scheduled to ride a horse

in for fifth race
at Redwood Downs today.

So he is a jockey.

Yep. Riding for a man
named Cobb Holwell.

Jane, we're going
to Redwood Downs.

Yeah, yeah, you were right.
He's a jockey.

- You coming or not?
- I grew up around horses.

Fine. You can drive.
I'll meet you out there.

I could come with.

See what you can find out
about this Cobb Holwell, okay?

Why does horse manure
smell so good?

It doesn't.

Excuse me.

You seen Cobb Holwell
around here?

You're here about Bill, huh?

Yeah. We're with the CBI.
We just have a couple questions.

And you are...

Sam Starks. I'm an apprentice
for Mr. Holwell.

Nice animal.

What's his name?

Castor's Folly.

Ah, yes. Castor's Folly.

Sutton was gonna ride him
in the fifth race.

Bill was so good with Cass.

They had a deep bond.

Oh.

Poor soul.

He's grieving deeply.
Aw.

How do you know that?

He knew something was wrong,
so I told him.

Okay.

What happened to Bill?

No idea yet.
What's your guess?

I don't know.

You think Cass might have
some kind of idea?

Because we're pretty sure
Mr. Sutton's death

had something to do
with horses.

Excuse me.
Cass has to finish his ride.

You can find Mr. Holwell's
stables over there to the left.

Nice.
Teasing a grieving girl.

Prodding, not teasing.
She could be the culprit--

fiendish killer,
for all we know.

Hell of a thing.

Bill was a good man.
A good jock.

Mr. Holwell, uh, did Sutton have
any problems with anyone here?

No. Well liked.

How about women?

Nothing I heard about.

- Well, how long did he--
- Could he have won?

Castor's Folly
in the fifth race--

did he have any chance
of winning?

Always.
There's always a chance.

Cass broke his maiden
by three lengths.

Ah.

Some problems since,
but he's finding his form.

He could have won.

Damn it. He would have won.

Uh, never mind.

There'll be another race.
We'll find another jock.

- How long did he work for you?
- About three weeks.

- That's all?
- Oh, I'd known Bill for years.

He'd been out of the game
for a while.

When he came back,
I hired him but quick.

Gave him 20 grand to ride
for me exclusive.

One final question--
where were you last night?

- Here at the stable.
- All night?

Ma'am, I am
the last independent stable

in this part of the state.

I got one decent horse
and a hundred creditors.

I don't sleep much.

Jane, do you have any...
Questions.

Thanks for your time.

Black blizzard in the sixth.
It's a lock, trust me.

And where's that tip from?

Somebody who knows.
What are you, a race track cop?

Does it seem legit?

He's a groom at the track
stable. Sounds pretty good.

Well, he works around horses.
I guess he might know something.

You betcha.
I got all the inside poop.

20 bucks buys you a lock
in the 6th. A lock.

Huh. How much you betting?

Well, you said it's a lock.
How much are you betting? Oh.

All that poop inside, and you're outside
hustling for lunch money, huh?

I'm trying to make a living
here, guy.

- Move right along, why don't ya?
- You used to ride, didn't ya?

Did you--
did you know Bill Sutton?

So you are a cop.

You don't look like one.

Yeah, I knew Sutton, and I'll
say it even though he's dead.

He was a lowdown cheat.

Now walk away, pal. I'm trying
to work with my friend here

Save your money.

I'm a better judge of horses
than mister, uh..

Ellis Barnes. Screw you.

Patrick Jane.
Nice to meet you, too.

I will bet you that I can pick
first, second, and third horse

any race you choose, Mr. Barnes,
and you're my witness.

Next race.
500 bucks says you can't.

Ooh.

See you at the pay-out window
after the race.

Delinda Lecure,
apartment 28.

Why would anyone date
a jockey?

Hungry little guy,
smells like horses.

Don't like horses?

They're like dogs,
but bigger.

You don't like dogs?
It's all an act with dogs.

They do it for the food.
Ah. Everybody does.

That's deep.

Ma'am?

We're from the California Bureau
of Investigation,

and we'd like to--

excuse me, ma'am.
Do you live here?

Oh, no, not today!

Hello?

Hello?

This is so ridiculous.
I don't understand.
Take it easy.

Hey, just get off me! Okay?
I have my rights.

Hey,
this is police brutality!

What are you gonna do?
Hey!

Oh.
Hey, what's going on?

Hey, uh...
Can you get me a lawyer?

I kinda got this bench warrant
thing out on me.

What bench warrant?

We wanna talk to you
about your boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

What bench warrant?

Wait, are you talking
about Brandon?

- 'Cause he is not my boyfriend.
- Are you Delinda Lecure?

Nuh-unh. She is.

Okay, who are you people?

Where have you been?

Here, there.
Making new friends.

I'll bet.
Come on. Let's go.

One brief moment.
In 25 seconds,

come over and insist
I must leave immediately.

What? Jane...

One, two, three.

One, two, three.
He did it.

Do it again.
Some other time.

How much did you bet?
50.

50 large?
No. 50 cents.

- Jane, let's go. Now.
- I won the trifecta

I got a little cash to collect.

Cool. Go ahead then.
We have plenty of time.

Okay.

I'm kidding. Come on.
Let's go.

Cough up.

Thank you.

Bye.

Do I wanna know
what that was about?

Uh, no.

Since when do you know
about horses

I'm not one to brag.

How'd you do it?
Analyze the form?

Ah, I just picked
the coolest names.

Come on.
Tell me how you won.

Think about it.

I hate it when you say that.

How'd they do it?

Kill him?

Baseball bat to the head,
most likely.

Oh, God.

Any names spring to mind?
Enemies he may have had?

We're trying to look into
Bill's finances, but we can't

find any credit cards,
not even a bank account.

No, Bill was funny that way.
He just... didn't trust banks.

Cash only.
Had a safe in his closet.

How long had you known him?

November 6th would have been
4 years.

Was that before or after
he had left horse racing?

Bill didn't leave horse racing.

They suspended him
two years ago.

There was a-a pile-up
going into a turn.

They said it was Bill's fault,
which it wasn't.

They banned him for a year.

That must have been
hard on him.

It was a real dark time.

You know, all Bill
ever wanted to do was ride.

He struggled with his temper.
That's a fact.

Is that why you broke up
with him?

The, uh...

The day he got that job
with Holwell?

We thought we should go out
and celebrate, you know? Sushi.

Except we got in a fender bender
on the way, and, uh,

the other driver--
he's getting all macho

and trying to intimidate Bill.

And Bill just went at him
like a crazy person.

You know,
he really hurt the guy.

Broke bones.

And when I tried to stop him,
he got mad at me.

And we went home,
fought half the night,

and I left the next day.

I'm from an abusive family,
so, uh...

I see that coming,
and I'm out the door.

You catch the guy's name--
the guy he beat up

No.

Did you see what kind of car
he was driving?

I don't know. Uh...
Some kind of gold muscle car.

Black stripes, maybe.

When was the last time
you saw Bill?

I never really saw him again
after I left.

He tried to talk to me,
but I didn't want to.

When he died, he had a note
for you in his pocket.

A note?

"Forgive me."

And this...

Ohh.

I should have stayed.

I should have tried
to h-help him.

You do what's right for you,
okay?

Guy gets beaten up that bad,
maybe he holds a grudge,

decides to go back
for round two.

Guy gets beaten that badly,
he goes to the E.R.

Check admissions
from that night.

Also cross-check D.M.V. records
for gold muscle cars

Yeah, you got it.

I checked Sutton's apartment.
That safe in the closet's empty.

- No money anywhere.
- Almost 20 grand missing.

- Mm-Hmm.
- 20 grand is motive.

Holwell's running
Castor's Folly

at the Montague Pineapple Juice
Stakes this Sunday.

What does that have to do
with anything?

Well, it's a big race.
Big step up for horse and rider,

rider being Sam Starks.

The apprentice. You think
getting to ride could be motive?

Let's ask her.

Are you sure you just don't
wanna go to play the ponies?

No playing.
Strictly business.

Sheepdip.

I grew up around horses.
I could come with if you--

Grace, could you check
into that incident

where Sutton got suspended
two years ago? Thank you.

Get the hell
off my property.

Whoa, whoa!
What are you doing here anyway?

Easy, Cobb, old buddy.

Is there a problem here?

Yeah, I caught Lockhardt here

sneaking around my stable
spying.

Spying? On your horses?

Like I'd learn something.
I was just being neighborly.

Frank Lockhardt,
owner of Ad Astra Stables.

Say, aren't you that cop
that knows about horses?

Jane.

Jane.

Yeah, I've been hearing about that
trick all day. Very impressive.

Trick? It's no trick.

I actually listen
to the animals.

They're very expressive beasts.

Did you hear that?

Doesn't like your suit.

Well, however you did it,
congratulations on your choices.

Two of them were my horses.

It only takes one horse,
Lockhardt.

- You'll see that on Sunday.
- Really? That donkey?

With a little girl
in the saddle?

You sure know
how to pick 'em, Cobb.

Sutton wasn't any good either.
The only person who'd hire him

was Holwell here.
Take a hike, Frank.

No disrespect, Cobb.

We need people like you
in the horse business.

I mean, without fools
and dreamers,

where would we be? Can't have
winners without losers, right?

Castor's Folly is gonna win
on Sunday. You'll see.

Pride and love of these animals
beats your money

and corporate charts
any day of the week.
Come on.

That's enough, gentlemen.

We need to speak
with Sam Starks.

Do you know where she is?
We need to--

Oh, no.

Watch it! He'll kick.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Sorry, Mr. Holwell.
I don't know what happens.

It's not your fault.
He's just not ready.

Is that Castor's Folly?

No, it's Pollock's Dream.

It's his twin.

His evil twin.

But we'll fix him, eventually.
Right, Sam?

Yes, Mr. Holwell.

Ms. Starks, I'd like to
ask you some more questions.

Um, I don't know if...

No, go ahead, Sam.
Talk to the lady. I got this.

Twins.

That's rare, huh?

Yep. Temperaments are
completely different,

but each like their dam
in their own way.

Hmm.

Someday they'll both be
winners like she was.

If this bastard will ever let
a rider on him, that is.

So Frank Lockhardt's wrong
about your horses.

Well, the great thing
about racing is, uh,

the more
they underestimate you,

the better the odds are
when you win.

The more money you make.

And win we will.

Mark my words.

It's gotta be expensive,
though--

the upkeep on a horse that
won't let himself be ridden.

Well, people say I'm an old fool
for keeping Poll around,

but screw 'em.

The boys are like mirror images
of each other.

The flaws of one are
the strengths of the other.

Keep 'em together,
and they'll rub off

on each other.
I've seen it happen

So this one...

Keeps this one
from going crazy.

And what does this one
bring to the mix?

Oh, he runs like
the North wind.

Ah.

Hello there.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Jane?

Shh.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Really?

Oh. Oh. Excuse me.

We'll talk again soon.

Okay. Grace.
Good to hear your voice.

I got the scoop on
that pile-up Sutton caused.

Three jockeys were injured--
one of them pretty badly.

Ah, that'd be Barnes.

Yeah. He had
multiple broken bones

and spent almost a month
in the hospital.

Ouch.

With Sutton dead, you're getting
a big break as a jockey.

Must be pretty exciting,
huh?

I guess. Sure.

Come on. You had to have
known with Sutton gone,

that Holwell would
probably go to you.

You don't understand.

Bill was the closest thing
to a family I've ever had.

I'd give anything
to get him back.

But I can't.
Riding's all I have.

It's all I know.

Must be a lot of pressure
on you

I can handle it.

Then what are you
so afraid of?

I'm not afraid.

Mm... are too.

Is somebody threatening you?
We can help.

I'm fine. I don't need help.

Are we done?

- Can I go?
- Sure.

Tough girl. Scared, though.

Terrified, even.

Of what?

Ah, there's the rub.
Of what is she so scared?

And the answer is...

Well, it's a rhetorical
question. I have no idea.

Well, I do have an idea,
but I'm not gonna tell you,

because that
would be premature.

And I am not going to amuse you
by demanding to know, so there.

So we're both happy then.

So this could be the guy
that Sutton beat up.

Philip Debolt came through E.R.
with a broken jaw

and contusions,
wouldn't say what happened.

He's got a couple
of disorderly conducts.

Gold muscle car
with black stripes.

Symbol of bullying jerks
the world over.

Nice new rims.

Mechanic's gone for the day.
Open tomorrow at 8:00.

Nice chrome rims
on that Mustang out there.

- You're, uh, Phil, I'm guessing.
- Yep.

Expensive, those rims.

And that bling you got there
must have set you back.

There a problem?

Yeah. Here's the problem.

Man's dead,
and 20 grand is missing.

Looks like you and your car
are wearing it.
Who's dead?

Well, take a wild guess.

Wait, not--not Bill Sutton.

He's dead?

Yeah. That's what happens when
you hit someone that hard, Phil.

Look, I didn't hit him.
He hit me.

And he broke your jaw,
humiliated you,

so you went after him,
got your revenge.

No, it wasn't like that. I mean,
yeah, when I saw the guy,

I wanted to beat the hell
out of him, sure.
You talked to him. When?

He came to the hospital.
His girlfriend had left him

Wait. He visited you
at the hospital?

To get things right with me.

To make amends.

I mean, everything in his life
was screwed up,

but he wanted to fix it.

Gave me $18,000.

Said he was gonna live his life
straight from then on.

Hey, look, guys, uh,

don't tell the guys
I got beat up.

Kinda said
it was a car accident.

Thanks for your time.

Working late?

- Um, just finishing up.
- Stay a while. Chat.

- Let go of me.
- Nobody rides for Holwell, see?

- You ride for him, you don't ride again.
- Let go.

Most riders are smart enough
to listen.

Don't be one
of the stupid ones.

You don't understand.
I don't have a choice--

Look what happened to Sutton.
You want that to happen to you?

Let her be, Barnes.

Oh, you're a nasty piece
of work, aren't you?

Ah? I knew that from the moment
I saw you,

but I didn't think you'd stoop
so low to threaten young girls.

Okay, I've had enough of you.

Hang on. No, no. Whoa, whoa,
that's not fair.

Stop! Drop the weapon.
Put your hands in the air

where I can see 'em!

Huh?

And good thing for you
you're a terrible liar.

It's all about
the eye contact.

That close. Huh?

Stop it.

Really? Put it down.

Ellis Barnes has a temper.
Popped twice for assault,

got probation. Tough guy.

Hold up.
I've got an idea.

Look what happened
to Sutton.

You want that to happen
to you?

Bill Sutton had his head
bashed in.

Did you have something
to do with that

This is all a misunderstanding.

I was just saying
Starks should be careful.

Friendly advice.

Friendly advice not to ride
for Cobb Holwell.

Why would you care
about that?

I have many interests--
some large, some small.

One of which is hating
Bill Sutton.

We know he put you under
at that race, Mr. Barnes.

Ended your career.

He did it on purpose.
I know he did.

Somebody did that to me,
you know what I'd do?

I'd kill him.

Well, that's you.

So is there anything else,
or ar we done here?

Just one more thing.

Mr. Barnes...

I'm from
the California racing board.

We contacted the C.R.B.
when we brought you in.

It's routine.
I don't understand.

You've been selling
inside information to bettors,

Mr. Barnes. Either that
information is genuine,

which is a heinous breach
of your contract,

or it is false, and you are
simply defrauding people.

Either way,
pending a full investigation,

I am obliged to ban you
from all state tracks--
no, I'm a groom.

How am I supposed to earn?
However.

Agent Lisbon has asked me to
exercise some discretion here,

based on your willingness
to assist her

in this... murder investigation.

All righty then.

Wait.

I didn't kill Sutton.

All I did is threaten him
and threaten Starks.

Who asked you to do that,
Mr. Barnes?

Talking to people
is no crime

Who?

Frank Lockhardt,
owner of the Ad Astra Stable.

Grace?
Hmm?

Where is everybody?

Oh. Somewhere else
doing interesting things

Okay. Come on. Let's go.

- Go where?
- Come on.

Wait. Did you okay this
with Lisbon?

I certainly did. What kind
of question is that, anyway?

It's almost like
you don't trust me.

We have to stop by your place on
the way, get a different outfit.

An outfit for what?
Uh...

Sam Starks, Grace Van Pelt.

Grace, this is Sam Starks.
Hi.

Hello.

Grace used to ride.
She grew up around horses.

Dressage, mostly.
A little jumping.

So let's get her a ride, huh?
Um... a ride?

Yeah.
Um... I don't know.

Sam... we're cops.

We're police officers.

Okay.

- There we go. Thank you.
- I guess.

Now we're talking. Have fun.

Hi.

This is Castor's Folly.

Be safe.

Look, I'm a businessman.

Horses are nothing
but a hobby for me.

Right. You're a developer.

Commercial, mostly.

You wanna get your hands
on Cobb Holwell's stable.

I wanna beat him, sure.

I like winning races
as much as the next man.

Not your hobby.
Your business.

You wanna develop
the Redwood Downs complex.

Holwell has his own stable there
and he won't sell to you.

Well, there was some discussion
about developing Redwood Downs,

but nothing concrete.
It's just talk.

Talk that could lead
to millions in revenues.

But first you'd need
Holwell's stable.
So?

So you'd like seeing Holwell
out of business.

That's why you paid
Ellis Barnes

to stop jockeys
riding for him.

Let's say Barnes told jockeys
that if they ride for Holwell,

that means they won't ride
for me.

So what? It's the truth.

No law's been broken.

Bill Sutton was responsible
for the accident

that crippled Barnes.

Did you know that?
Barnes was angry about it.

Very angry. Now you sent
a very angry man

to threaten the person
he was angry with.

How'd you think
that would turn out?

I think I want my attorney.

That was fun.

What horse is that?

Well, too bad you're so tall,

'cause Holwell could use
a second jockey

for Pollock's Dream here.
He's ready to be ridden.
I thought he was the crazy one.

Oh, no, no, he's just...

He's just
a little misunderstood.

He seems like a sweetie.

Isn't he?
Why don't you hop on?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, I know horses,
and he is 100% safe.

Look at that. See?
Yeah?

He's nodding. Jump on.

Oh, I don't know.

Come on.

Okay.

Yep. You ready?
One... two... three.

Okay.

Huh? See? Look at that.

See?

Hey! Get off that horse!

Are you trying
to get yourself killed?

I'm sorry, Sam.
I didn't know.

Relax, Sam.
Poll was telling me

he was ready. I was just
proving that Holwell was right

to believe in his horse.
There's no need to thank me.
Thank you?

You trying to get me fired
the day before my big race?

Yeah. Thanks.
Sam, I'm sorry--

Mr. Holwell is gonna be so mad
when he hears.

- Please... you have to leave now.
- Okay. See you, pal.

See you, Pollock's Dream.

What was that all about?

Clarity, Grace. Clarity.

- Hello, Lisbon.
- Where have you been?

Oh, horseback riding
with Grace.

Oh, that's nice.
We've been trying

to get confessions
out of Lockhardt and Barnes.

And how's that going for you?
It's not.

Oh, well, surprise.
You can set 'em free.

Because...

Because I come bearing
a practical and speedy solution

for all
your crime detection problems.
Really?

Really and truly.
We are off to the races.

Hey!

Everybody in position?

I'm here.

Van Pelt?
Here.

Cho?

Here.

Anybody got eyes on Jane?

Come on, people.

Your attention,
ladies and gentlemen,

the horses are now on their way
to the track

for the race of the day--

the $200,000 Montague
Pineapple Juice Stakes.

Wait a minute. I got him.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

This is the guy.
One, two, three.

This guy knows his horses.
Next.

Next.

Hmm. After you.

Oh, okay.

10 large on Castor's Folly
to win.

Castor's Folly, $10,000.

Castor's Folly.
100 to 1.

Next.

Castor's Folly.

Now don't let him have his head
in the early turns.

He'll wanna get out fast,
but don't let him.

I know you're behind
that police harassment, Holwell.

You might've had your fun
yesterday,

but I'm gonna own your stable
tomorrow.

Well, that's unless
he wins today

What?

Well, if he wins today,
then, uh,

he makes enough money
to pay off all his debts.

He's got exactly zero chance
of winning.

- It's 100 to 1.
- I know, great odds,
isn't it?

- I got $10,000 on him to win.
- What?

You're a fool. But hey...

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

Did you really bet
on Castor's Folly

Of course I did.

I mean, he's gonna win,
isn't he? What's wrong?

A bet that big
will shorten the odds.

I'll win less money.

What did you bet?

- Every Penny I have.
- Well, that's confident.

Desperate.

Well... not to worry.

He's a cinch.

I can guarantee it.

- Is that right?
- Mm-Hmm.

- How's that?
- A little switcheroo of the horsies.

What do you mean?

Castor's Folly
and Pollock's Dream--

I switched them
in their stalls.

Don't joke. It's not funny.

I know you don't think
Polly's ready,

but I'm telling you, he is,
and I know horses.

You said yourself
Pollock's Dream

is the faster horse.
Tell me you're not serious.

They look exactly alike. Even if
the steward suspected anything,

you would've been so surprised,
they would have thought

it was an honest mistake.
But they didn't.

So my plan
has worked perfectly.

And they're off. It's
Musketeer's Cat in the lead,

Calm Thunder in second,
Temper's Twilight in third,

Papa Gene in fourth.
Sheba's Ghost...

You meddling ass!

I already switched the horses.
You switched them back!

That's how Sutton
ended up dead, isn't it?

He refused to go along
with your plan.

So you killed him,
and you coerced that poor girl

into taking his place.

You son of a bitch.

That works as a confession,
doesn't it?

...Castor's Folly. Now it's
Musketeer's Cat in first.

Calm Thunder
and Temper's Twilight

in third by the rail.
Sheba's Ghost going up fourth.

Neck and neck with Papa Gene
on the outside

alongside Castor's Folly.
Coming into the turn,

it's Calm Thunder.
Musketeer's Cat in the lead.

Then Temper's Twilight
is falling back in fifth.

Castor's Folly's on
the outside surging ahead.

Then Ocean Strider pulling up
to seventh. Lucky Boy trailing.

Rounding turn number two, it's
Musketeer's Cat in the lead

and Calm Thunder in second.
Castor's Folly's coming in fast

on the outside running upon
Temper's Twilight.

Out of my way!
Aah!

Castor's Folly passes
Calm Thunder in second place.

Papa Gene is
trying to stay in it.

Sheba's Ghost
is holding in fifth.

Four lengths back, it's
Ocean Strider and Lucky Boy.

Coming into turn three,
it's Musketeer's Cat

by a length and a half.
Castor's Folly down the center

chasing in second. Calm Thunder
is holding off Papa Gene

at the rail. Sheba's Ghost
is still running in fifth.

Lucky Boy's making a run
at Ocean Strider.

In first, Musketeer's Cat's
in trouble

as Castor's Folly picks up
speed. Calm Thunder's trying

to stay in it.
Papa Gene's falling back.

Out of turn four, it's
Musketeer's Cat by a length.

Castor's Folly, second--
Calm Thunder. Castor's Folly

closing in fast
on Musketeer's Cat as they head

down to the wire.
Musketeer's Cat by half

a length. Castor's Folly
and Calm Thunder.

Musketeer's Cat,
then Castor's Folly.

It's neck and neck.
Musketeer's Cat Springs

for the finish. Castor's Folly
trying to take the lead.

Musketeer's Cat switching hard.
Castor's Folly's right there.

Pushing ahead
is Castor's Folly.

Castor's Folly takes the lead.
Castor's Folly wins by a nose.

Castor's Folly takes
first place.

Musketeer's Cat in second,
Calm Thunder in third,

and Papa Gene, Sheba's Ghost,
Temper's Twilight,

Ocean Strider, and Lucky Boy.

Mr. Holwell, you're under arrest
for the murder of Bill Sutton.

But you switched
the horses.

Uh, I just said that.
I didn't really.

Congratulations.
Your ringer won.

- Murder weapon?
- Yeah. Lug wrench
from Holwell's truck--

Sutton's D.N.A. is all over it.

That and Sam Stark's testimony
will put Holwell away for good.

He told her straight out
that he killed Sutton

to get her to cooperate
with his scheme.

Said that she'd never ride again
or end up dead if she talked.

She was young and naive enough
to believe it.

I still don't get the scheme.

Why didn't Holwell just run
the fast horse?
Well, the odds are no good
on a fast horse.

Everybody bets on him.
It's pennies on the dollar.

Yeah, you run the slow horse to
get the long odds, and then you

run the fast horse
to win the money.

But how did he switch
the horses?

Don't they check for that?

Well, Holwell gave the fast one
on a lip tattoo to match

the slow one, so the stewards
couldn't tell them apart.

Ms. Lecure.

I asked evidence
to release this.

Mr. Sutton wanted you
to have it,

and I think you should.

You know, I think
we would have been okay.

I mean, if we had... time.

I think we would have.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Fool to herself, that girl.
It was never gonna work.

Don't be so cynical.

Oh, you did let Sam Starks go,
didn't you?

She was a mere tool,
an innocent pawn.

Semi-innocent, but, yeah,
she's free and clear.

She'll be riding at
Santa Anita next week.

Excellent, and Holwell will soon
be riding a bunk in San Quentin.

Well, I vote whoever won
at the track pays for pizza.

The results were thrown out.
Jane didn't win anything.

Nah, he's still got the money
from the trifecta--

the one, two, three.

Well, uh, not so much.

It cost to, uh, win that.

I had to cover
every 3-way combination

of every horse in the race.
Cost me $5,000,

and I only won $486.

Wait a minute.

So... you can't read horses?

Of course not. But it's always
a good idea to seem like

you know what you're
talking about. Fosters trust.

Does that mean you put Grace
on a potentially wild horse

with no idea of what
could happen?

Well, I had an idea

that Holwell was putting a burr
under the saddle.

Very old school trick.

Very old school. That's why
I had Grace ride bareback--

to see if I was right,
and I was.

You took a terrible chance.

Well, I figured the odds
were 70-30.

I was right.
I wouldn't call that terrible.

A betting man
would call that risky,

but certainly not terrible.
Well...

So... pizza.

Nope.

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