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Hey, Wilson! Hey!

Skinner.

You're outta here.

Get your property and report to R and R.

Okay.

Mind if I borrow your socks?

Too bad you already washed these.

I'd go another knot.

Good luck.

If this all works out,

you can have my shampoo.

Hello, Skinner.

Wyatt says you got a ticket on the bus.

Well, I'm here to punch that ticket.

Come and get it, Skinner.

This time you ain't gonna be so lucky.

What's he paying you this time, Kelso?

Four packs of KOOLs and a CD player.

Come on!

Break it up!

Back door.

That's the last warning!

Here's the shampoo, Cave.

And call me as soon as you get out.

Last boarding call for flight 1270

and boarding gate 17...

Mr. Mark Baker?

Telemarketing sales conference?

- What's your name? - Fred.

Why don't we stop off at Ocean Downs on the way?

- Very good, sir. - Good idea?

They say it's the prettiest racetrack in the state.

But you know, the ponies ain't running today, Mr. Baker.

Wait here too, Mr... Baker?

Actually, we've already made some cost control changes...

The racing board doesn't wanna hear about that.

First you cut salaries, now you're asking for more money.

Earl, what we want you to see here is how that savings

plus a modest budget increase...

Mr. Skinner.

I'm back.

I'll be in my old office.

Well, he's just trying to cut down on smoking.

You know how that is.

Could we continue this over lunch tomorrow?

Forget her, Neil. She's a done a good job of forgetting you.

Put yourself in my position.

I was in your position once, Ebbet.

I couldn't even get you a job as a gate guard

much less resume a partnership.

Besides, I already have a partner as you well may know,

and she loves it here, Neil.

All of it.

Afternoon, Bonnie.

Why don't you go back to selling secondhand Jaguars?

That's where your talents really lie, Neil.

And you still say you didn't do it?

Well then. If you spent four years in prison

for something you didn't do,

- what does that say, Neil?! - I'm going to take you.

You won't know where and you won't know when,

but you'll feel me over your shoulder.

You'll wake up in the middle of the night from a bad dream

and you'll know I'm coming.

Lunch tomorrow with Stuart and Gary.

Yes, Mr. Berens.

I hope my ex-partner's not going to be trouble.

He thinks you double-crossed him to get the business.

He knows for sure I did something worse.

All you did was fall for me.

Come on, Freddie. This'll only take a minute.

Let's look at that one over there.

- What do you think of this one? - No, you don't like it?

Let's try this one down here. What do you think of this one?

- You're not really Mr. Baker. - Just loosen up, will you?

Now look at this baby. I always wanted a red convertible.

Huh? Let's have a look inside. Jeez, it stinks.

Number one is It's a Dilly, and Black Canary

is saddling along at number two.

Three in the lineup is Clam Chowder...

Mr. Berens?

- No sign of him yet. - He'll come.

God damn it, Stuckey!

I keep on stepping in gobs of tobacco juice.

I thought I told you to stop chewing that stuff in here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Durfee.

And keep this goddamn gate closed!

Worthless old fart!

Don't call me an old fart.

Gotta teach that muscle head a thing or two.

Hey, Stuckey. Fish bait.

I'll be goddamned!

- I heard you was sprung. - How you doing, Stuckey?

I ain't getting laid as often, but it's lasting longer.

They've certainly beefed things up around here, haven't they?

- Yeah, I'm coming out. - Okay.

Hey! Yeah, look at you.

You still smoking that camel dung?

Can't get away from it.

Well, I didn't figure you'd still be working for SB.

I just about ain't. That son-of- a-bitchin' partner of yours

thinks Stuckey's getting too old.

He's got me handing out weapons

to a bunch of minimum wage bozos.

Stuckey!

- Come on, I'll buy you lunch. - Steak. How about it?

- Big one, fat one. - Stuckey!

That's Dizzy Nellie breaking in between horses...

Screaming Clam goes for the early lead...

Give me one of these things here.

What happened to Delaware Dancer?

He's not here no more.

- He's not tying the ponies? - He don't do that no more.

Know where I can find him?

What?

By the ambulance right outside the grandstand.

- What's your name? - Fats.

- How you doing? - Hey, so far so good.

- Lady, yeah. - Hi.

Black Canary coming through on the inside

makes it three across the track, down the home stretch.

Followed two lengths back by Mighty Merger

and it's back to Lucky Comet, Runaway Delight

and Clam Chowder is the trailer.

They say Best Escape in the fourth is a sure thing.

The fourth? Nah. Baker's Game is a lock.

I didn't even see a horse with Escape...

Holy shit! Hey!

- How you doing? - You shady black Irish mick.

Why didn't you call? I could have picked you up in...

Hey wait a minute, Best Escape?

Nah nah nah.

I did my time. Every minute of it.

Welcome back to the real world.

It sucks and I'm living proof.

I got a bad back, athlete's foot,

liver like a panda, boils, bunions.

- Anything else? - Yeah, Nixon's still alive...

ah... and the ponies piss in my soup

on a daily basis.

You bet that horse to win?

I didn't bet to lose.

Look, Neil.

I don't know whether you did it or didn't, but whatever.

You're good for a couple of hundred from me.

- Hey, no, hey hey. - Till you get straightened out.

No no no, I still got some money the lawyers didn't take.

- It's okay. - Lawyers! Lawyers!

l... lawyers...

Yeah! Here it is.

Number four horse in the fifth, Attorney at Large. Let's go!

- Come on. - Supposed to stay here?

Hey, I get a hunch, I play it.

I'll wait up there, Dancer. Remember that jockey

- we're always touting? - What jockey?

The one who kept falling off his mounts.

- You mean Ramirez? - Must be your best customer.

How many times have you picked him up off the track this year?

He doesn't ride anymore. Lost his nerve.

The sport of kings, my friend...

conversation, companionship,

conviviality.

Everything here is just this much bigger than life.

Two on three in the fifth.

- To win? - I don't bet to lose.

They still collect before the fifth?

Sure, before the fifth.

Are any of my guys still here?

- Russet? Travis? - Nah.

No, they didn't work cheap enough.

Berens got into a little money crunch

when he took the firm high-tech.

So he killed two birds with one stone,

fired everybody he didn't like.

The only reason I'm driving the meat wagon for him

is because he's holding a marker on me for 20 grand.

I'm still holding one on him for four years of my life.

How about a nice warm racetrack beer?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Tell me, where do I find Ramirez?

He's out at the barns. They got him walking ponies now.

Ramirez? How you doing?

What do you want?

Saw you ride once. You were good.

So? You want an autograph?

Okay okay.

Maybe it wasn't you. Maybe it was the mounts you had.

Yeah, Ramirez is just a pissed off little guy.

Don't listen to him.

I gotta start all over again, figure out what to do.

Makes me grumpy.

What do you do?

What do I do? Um...

I just got out of prison.

I used to run the security here.

- So... - Yeah.

Even tall guys like you fuck up.

That's right.

I know every inch of this place...

track, barns,

security setup,

how the money gets from the take window

to the main gate, where it is every minute...

Hey, don't touch the horse, man.

...how many men are looking after it.

You want to be a walker all your life?

lmmigration!

Let's talk about it once I finish running from these guys.

Easy.

Just get in the truck.

Get in the truck.

There are a lot of little lines here.

The fatter ones are freeways. They're your best bet...

Well, I be damned. If it isn't Lewis and Clark.

...to get you out of town the fastest.

What does he do, point north?

Ahem.

Now how am I gonna explain that to the rental company, eh?

Me? I like a sense of humor.

We're going to miss that when you're gone.

Where's the bedroom?

In there.

I'll do this for you, Neil. You just stand there.

You're a lot tidier than you used to be. I'll give you that.

Yeah, the advantages of the prison regime.

I'm glad you learned something in there. Shaving things?

Listen, um,

I'm not leaving.

Oh yes, you are. Nobody wants you back,

not Ebbet, nor those gorillas he sent to warn you off.

- And I don't want you back. - Not straightaway, you won't.

I mean... you still think I'm guilty,

that honest Ebbet Berens didn't set me up

to get his hands on the business.

You know, I don't care if you did it or not.

It's history, like you are.

You still keep your pocket change in the nearest ashtray.

Do you still make that funny little noise when you make love?

You'll never know.

Just sign off on my life, God damn it,

like I forced myself to sign off on yours.

You look good in yellow.

Not bad, not bad.

Move it, lady!

What's he up to?

He's trying to look inconspicuous.

Just keep him in sight.

They're off!

It's Faith Horizon out in the front.

Look at it go! Look at it!

Come on, go!

Didn't you like my map?

Told you we'd have to earn this one.

Now we get to persuade him.

You know what I love about San Diego?

It's the variety of retail stores,

like the one where I got this.

Move over there, sunshine.

Move over. That's it. Nice and easy.

Okay... strip.

Huh?

You want music? Take your clothes off.

Come on. Jackets first.

That's it, that's it. All right. Huh-uh...

be very gentle with the shooters, boys.

Okay, hurry it up, guys.

It's not an audition for ladies' night.

- Leave our shorts on? - Please.

Now for a little swim, eh?

I can't swim.

Of course not. You're a hunter, aren't you?

Come on, little man. In you go.

Come on, smile, sucker.

In you go.

Watch out for the undertow!

I said let's go and get him in the alley.

But no, you said let's go and get him at the beach.

- There you go, buddy. - Thank you.

My friend, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway

And more, much more than this

I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few

I'm so sorry to mention

I'm sure you knew, but I did...

Oh bollocks!

Room service, huh?

Anonymous call.

Ex-con holed up with a gun.

You're back to make trouble for me, Skinner?

Anonymous call, huh?

- That's how we met last time. - And there were the emeralds.

That my partner planted in my car.

To get your half of the business.

You never heard of a hostile takeover, for Christ's sake?!

Ex-con with a gun tries to jump investigating officer,

one DOA, no witnesses.

Ebbet was using the fact

that I was going over the border every weekend!

- Huh?! To Rosarito Beach? - Come on, come on.

You're still singing the same old song. No new tune?

No new lyrics after four years?

You didn't listen to me four years ago

and you're not listening to me now!

His people down there put the emeralds in my car

as part of the money-laundering racket

he used the business as a front for!

Now get it straight! Back off, Jack!

My slate is clean.

It was then and it is now!

I've done my time.

You get something straight. Nobody wants to know.

You know what you sound like? You sound like any other con

whining he got a bad break.

Even if you were as white as snow back then,

nobody gives a damn.

Case is closed and I don't want to know.

You don't want to know? Why take it so personal, huh?

This isn't personal! This is professional!

You stay away from your ex-partner,

stay away from the ponies, and in particular

stay away from your ex-girlfriend!

I don't want any...

I don't want any crime of passion on my beat...

any more than I want to see a shooting war

between you and Berens.

Let me see the tellers.

Go back to that last one.

Christ, I don't know.

- All them guards. - Yeah, and all that money.

How much money?

I used to work their armored car.

Hell, we'd haul out 3 million on a lousy day.

Tell me about it.

I've been making deposits at Ocean Downs most of my life.

- And kissing ass to pay for it. - Like you don't?

You've been Berens' welcome mat since you took the job.

Hey, pinche, that's life.

You're gonna be stepped on if you don't got the money.

Even taking only 20s and up,

there'll be more cash in that money room than we can carry.

But getting it out of there is the problem.

There's no way to hijack it once it's left the money room.

There's too many guards, too many guns,

armored trucks, the works. So it has to be taken

from the money room.

Now I've timed this all out.

Before the end of the fifth race the cashiers bring the take

from all around the track. They all wait outside the money room

till everybody's returned and then they go in together.

I've got this one chance to get even,

get the cash,

and take Berens in a way that will really hurt.

You just do your normal jobs... drive an ambulance,

load shotguns,

ride a horse...

to lose.

Thirsty work, eh?

You're gonna make that bunch of losers

an even bigger bunch of losers, Skinner!

Hey, don't shout at me, man. I'm not married to you.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

150?

140.

I got up to 60 straight bench presses in prison.

Great place to get in shape.

I used to bet on the ponies inside,

moonshine, red eye,

tobacco, dope.

When we couldn't get credit for those,

we'd bet on sit-ups, bench presses.

This one guy,

he's a 115-to-lifer.

He lost 17,000 bench presses

- on last year's Kentucky Derby. - Fascinating.

Yeah... yeah.

I learned a lot inside.

I learned I still love you,

and in the teeth of the evidence

I persist in believing you still love me.

I would if you could only believe if I didn't do it.

I told you I don't care if you did it or not.

Unfortunately,

the only way I can establish my innocence

is by getting you to help me steal a large sum of money.

What did you say?

A very large sum of money.

If I never commit another crime as long as you know me,

that'll only tell you that I'm scared of going back to prison.

It won't tell you that I'm innocent.

But if I stand at the Ocean Beach gate

with the $5 million taken from the money room,

and you see me set it down and walk away, you'll believe

that I'm honest and I was framed.

You spent four years thinking like this?

And you never came to visit me once,

and all my letters came back.

Neil, you were caught red-handed.

Even worse than that, you tried to blame it on Ebbet,

and I couldn't handle that.

You convinced yourself that I was a crook and a liar.

Well, I wasn't and I'm not now.

And the only way you can prove it is by robbing a racetrack?

Ah, not any racetrack.

Ebbet's racetrack.

Hmm?

Nobody knows how your body works better than I do.

You realize that, huh?

What's he saying?

Something about grabbing her body.

What else?

- What? - What is he saying?

Quick!

Nobody's gonna get shot.

Nobody's even gonna get hurt.

I had enough of that inside.

If Ebbet realizes I'm gonna heist the track,

he's gonna want in, believe me.

But if you're right about him,

wouldn't he double-cross you?

Not any racetrack,

Ebbet's racetrack.

Have you seen these?

Past due, past due.

Past...

Nobody knows how your body works better than I do.

You realize that, huh?

Who knows how your body works better than me?

Ah!

He's been thinking about trying this

as long as I've been waiting for him to try it.

This couldn't possibly be

because you want that money yourself.

- What? - Just a thought.

Give him enough rope, see what he does with it.

So I go along with him? It's as simple as that?

Not as simple as that. This is one very...

twisted pretzel, this guy.

He's been spending four years

figuring how to heist the track.

Now he's gotta figure that I figured that out

so he knows I got that covered.

He's setting me up.

He jumps you and you jump him by bringing it to me.

Maybe that's how he jumps me.

Which brings us to an interesting fact

that you were his lady.

I don't trust you where he's concerned

because can you trust yourself?

God damn it, Stuckey! How long does it take

to load a box of shotgun shells?

Worthless old fart!

Fender head.

You've got the huevos, boss,

but aren't you taking a hell of a chance on Dancer?

He's embarrassed Parkinson. He's got lint in his ears.

You're the only one I don't ever have to worry about, Stuck.

Thanks. Okay, roll it.

All you have to do is what you always do...

more or less.

This can get you 10 to 15 years.

We know what he's going to do, how he's going to do it,

and the criminal genius says he's gonna use to do it.

But you don't know when he's gonna do it

or you wouldn't be here, right?

Wise up, Dancer. You guys are tangled up with Berens.

You got a hair up your ass about Berens and Skinner?

Is that why you're riding this thing so hard?

I got a hair up my ass about somebody

knocking over Ocean Downs for 5 million.

Couldn't possibly be because you scratched the wrong guy

and put him in the clink?

That sort of thing just doesn't happen.

But if it did,

there'd be one sore cop, right?

- Skinner? - Yeah.

It's Cave. I'm out, buddy.

I got my parole.

Wondering if you still need me.

Look, you don't have to do this.

What are you talking about?

I gotta pay you back for the bottle of shampoo, don't I?

Okay, but don't come to the motel. I'm being watched.

Yeah, it sounds good. Always did.

Like the way you play chess, always 10 moves ahead.

Now you've worked with a bunch of amateurs.

That's rough. But if you say you got it covered, I'm in.

But there's someone else that bothers me in this.

- Berens? - No, man. The woman.

She jumps the wrong way, she could fuck everybody up.

You know how these corporate acquisitions are.

One banks absorbs another.

The guy who loads the guns is definitely in on it.

Stuckey, is that his name?

My guess is he's going to send the guards out with blank loads.

Stuckey is someone else with a reason to hate you.

Congratulations.

I put in a cashier's check. I don't know.

Now if I wanted to get into the money room,

get in without shooting that is,

I don't know.

Maybe I just walk in

when the door opens for the head cashier.

- Well, Earl... - Yeah yeah.

So I'm in the money room and I'm grabbing anything I can

before the fifth race 'cause somehow that's important...

the fifth, because he's saddling Ramirez for the fifth race.

Earl, can I get back to you this?

I'll find out who screwed up and we'll get it straightened out.

Ebbet?

Talk about a type A personality.

- Say what? - I'm trying to figure

how he'll to use the ambulance and Dancer in this.

- There's the ambulance. - Okay, that's the ambulance.

- Money room... - Ramirez.

- exit gates, okay? - Clear as a bell.

Ramirez falls off the horse during the race,

lands in the dirt and look who comes to the rescue

- but our old pal Dancer. - Oh.

Picks him up, puts him in the ambulance.

Now the money's already in there.

And who would stop an ambulance with an injured jockey?

And how did the money get in there? Who put it in there?

Ah, the kitchen.

He showed a lot of interest in the kitchen area.

The kitchen is next to money room.

He takes the cash from the money room

through the kitchen to Dancer.

Oh, you really are very clever at all this.

Who knows better how the butcher thinks

than the game warden, my dear?

- Oh. - Me oh my.

Look at us now. Aren't we the perfect couple?

Mm, even though you still don't trust me completely.

Well, pays to be cautious.

Which is why I don't buy all this.

It's too damn see-through.

I smell a large domestic rodent!

Or maybe he's keeping it simple because

he knows you'll expect the opposite.

But then again, with the first hit the temptation

is to plan what one might call

a fatal excess of ingenuity.

First hit?

First since he got out.

Oh, man. That shit could make your eyes bleed.

I saw the spread on this in last month's "Home Beautiful."

I'm illegal.

- Wanna try living like this? - I did.

Four years.

- I've got a ride for you. - No. Really?

Yup, Chocolate Balls in the fifth.

I know. The horse is a dog.

- He's Elmer's glue! - Runs on three legs.

And a mop handle. That horse has got parking tickets!

That's right, but he's your ticket out of here.

Well, I guess it is better

to fall off a slow horse.

- Good morning, sunshine. - Hey hey hey!

- Watch the undertow, friend. - We made it back from the sea.

Little man, eh?

- Come into my office. - We'll have a little chat.

- Something to show you. - Easy easy easy!

One, two, three!

Stop that.

- What's going on? - Come on, you apes.

- Oh, Ebbet! Yeah! - Something you had for lunch?

lmpeccable timing, Ebbet.

Would you like to go for a little chat, Neil?

Huh? Oh. Hi.

Well, you guys take off, get some coffee.

We don't drink coffee.

How about that, huh?

Isn't that beautiful? Kept it in mothballs all these years.

Identical Jaguars to celebrate

the first year we billed seven figures.

You're just a sentimental kind of guy, aren't you?

Aw, yeah.

You bust my nut, Neil.

Can't sleep at nights worrying about you and Sheila

and wondering when you're going to heist the track.

I don't need the aggravation. I want you out of my life.

Well, you can go with him if you want. I'll buy you out.

Guess that means I got to make some kind of

financial arrangement with you too, huh?

You're holding the reins, Ebbet.

- Remember Kowalski? - Yeah.

- Yeah. - I had the privilege of sharing

the same exercise yard for a couple of years.

Is that right? What a coincidence.

Well, Kowalski committed a couple of robberies wearing

the uniform of the security personnel of this company.

Well, Kowalski robbed one particular gentleman

who happened to be holding a large amount of a commodity

exported from Columbia, emeralds.

Let me guess.

He panicked and he asked you to help out

on a score that was way out of his class.

Three quarters of a mil out of his class.

And it's right here,

well hidden in the bulkhead of the trunk of this car.

You son of a bitch, Berens.

You took four years out of my life.

You used the company to smuggle in this shit

- Oh, now come on! - and God knows what else!

He's doing the same thing he did at the trial.

Now why do you do that, Neil?

Let it go!

Yeah.

I don't know.

Here you go.

See if he wants to go with you.

Thank you.

The inlet port on the third valve's a little choked.

We get on the interstate,

you make another anonymous phone call,

the highway patrol's on our tail,

they tear the car apart and I'm doing 20 years for possession.

Oh, what is the matter with this guy?

He gets the lady, the car, the money.

You're gonna walk away from all that?

You're a very twisted man.

It wasn't me who put you in jail for four years

and stole your girl, was it?

That's what it's all about, isn't it?

What you feel for me doesn't even figure in this.

You're not here because you love me,

but because you hate him!

Which is a very creepy thing because somehow

that makes you and him closer almost than you and I ever were!

You make me sick, the pair of you!

- He threw you out? - Nobody throws me out,

not even you.

What choice did I have this afternoon?

I want a life with you,

but Ebbet's in the way.

I could've explained all this if you'd come to see me inside.

How could I visit you when I believed you were guilty?

And if you weren't guilty...

You chose the man who put me there.

These are the keys to your Jaguar.

Please take them.

You don't have to take me.

But then again, with the first hit the temptation is to plan...

First hit?

First since he got out.

Honey?

It's tomorrow.

Mr. Berens, Mr. Berens, he's here right now.

What's he doing?

Talk to me.

He's headed for the main gate.

All right, stay with him. Let me know when he gets there.

Hey, guys, how are you? Come on, we're way over there.

- He's here. - Keep on him.

Never the problem, moving right along like mice on rice.

Hey, no, I got that for you.

My buddy's here. Can you just take those?

Go straight through. Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

It's the Cucamonga Hawaiian Boys' Choir, right here.

- Uh... - What is it?

- Uh... - What's the problem?!

Uh, nothing.

Everything's fine.

- There you go, Fats. - Y'all have a nice day.

- Uh, no, he crashes everywhere. - No no no.

Harry, can I please get you to come back to security?

Sterdeben, get you some tea.

204.

Sterdeben Parkhurst.

Bless you.

How is your hammer hanging, boys?

Oh, Stuckey.

I guess you guys are going to be working the cash room, right?

It's just my luck. The room is always full of smoke.

- Here you go, Lutz. - No fresh air there, Stuckey.

Here, partner.

Who used up all my ginseng?

Great, big Korean fellow came in and drank all of it.

He left with the damnedest hard-on

you've ever seen in your life.

Let's go, move. Move! Jesus Christ!

What the fuck do I gotta do around here?!

Hey hey hey!

Everybody has a right to be a pain in the ass, Durfee.

You abuse the privilege.

The horses are on the track for the first race.

First half of the Daily Double,

it's our three-year-old allowance horses

going six furloughs.

You got a winner today?

Fifth looks real good. A lot of long shots running.

- You bet to win? - Not today.

Uh-huh. What?

It's a trifecta. Look at this combination.

There's seven horses, 30 to one.

The eight horse was 40 to one at the morning line.

Money is running away from him. And the 10 horse,

the 10 horse is up at something like 60 to one.

Do you know what that would pay if that would come

- in 10, eight, seven... - You bet the number 10 horse?

I know, I know, it's a sucker bet.

But the $50 trifecta would be something like

30 to 40 grand...

Mm?

- Dancer? - Yeah?

The number 10 horse is Chocolate Balls.

Chocolate Balls.

Ramirez.

Our very own.

- Probably not a good bet. - Well, it's a little iffy.

Yeah.

Think I should cover with China Trail?

Six to five, but at least I'll have a winner.

Just... be cool today.

You'll be a winner.

Promise?

Icy calm.

It's not there.

They're off in the second race.

Hey, put that muscle magazine away and do something.

Go out and guard, will you?

Go ahead, move it! Get out there and guard something!

- Yes, sir. - What the hell is this?

If we were being robbed, the crooks would have to

- come in here and look for you! - Stop the shouting, okay?

They're standing around drinking formaldehyde.

Just come on! What's the matter with you?

Royal Pain in second.

What a Spain in third on the turn.

Royal Pain! Royal Pain once again!

Hey! Everybody pays, buddy.

- You okay? - Okay.

Good. You look great.

At least you don't have to worry about staying on the horse.

Don't even worry about me, man.

You just make sure those other guys do their stuff.

Okay. All right.

Breathe, breathe. Breathe, that's it.

He's in a Hawaiian shirt.

Hawaiian shirt.

Yeah.

Well, check 'em out!

Check 'em out?

...Capital Flight holding on.

Here comes Rule Brianta...

Party of Two on the extreme outside...

Capital Flight down on the rail,

but Rule Brianta is there...

- Hey, what's up? - How you doing?

Oh, Mr. Durfee?!

Oh, Mr. Durfee?!

You know it's your... Whoa! Whoa!

Listen here. Okay, open the door.

Open the door. That's it.

All right, all right. Keep your hands up.

Keep your hands... where's your gun?

l... it's locked up. I don't have a gun.

Okay, good. All right.

Down here. Over here.

Good Lord, what's going on here?

Stuckey, he's got a gun.

So what? We got a whole roomful of them.

Put your hands up, otherwise the kid gets it in the nuts.

Oh.

Maybe I'm just too old to give a shit.

Let's see what you got, mister.

Oh, please. Please don't say, "Make my day."

Sorry, sonny.

I guess I'm that useless old fart you always said I was.

No, sir. You're not a worthless old fart!

You're a great guy! You're a great guy!

See? You're not an old worthless fart.

Okay, say it with more feeling.

You're not a worthless old fart! You're a great guy!

Up! Hey, Officer, come on.

They're off!

On the extreme outside, that's Can of Worms

sprinting up for the early lead.

Okay, Mr. Durfee.

In there! In there! Get in!

Yeah.

- You stay in there! - Okay.

All right, old timer!

You get in here!

Okay!

What the hell is going on?

Nothing yet.

- You're a mean old buzzard. - Feel 20 years younger, though.

Morgenthal, check the lower concourse.

It's a race to the wire!

Gasoline Alley and Whatnot!

Gasoline Alley on the inside, Whatnot on the outside...

Whatnot the runner-up,

and Can of Worms third.

Security.

It's Lutz. Look, I'm sick as a dog.

I've had the flu all week. You gotta let me go home.

You know the procedure, Lutz.

We have to keep three guards in the money room.

- Can't you get a replacement? - Okay.

I'll get the petty officer.

- Yeah? - You gotta get me out of here.

- I can't do that. - You want me to lose my lunch

- all over this money? - Nobody here but Draper.

- Send him down here. - Hate to put a gun in his hand.

The guy thinks he's Rambo.

Please, just send Draper down, okay?

Hey, what's the name of that dog food you're riding?

- Alpo? - That's a good mount for him.

Nice and slow.

He'll be so far out of traffic,

he won't even get bumped.

Hey, boss. Did you see his face when I said,

"Show me what you got"?

Cut the crap, Stuckey, and keep moving.

Elliot here.

Coming in with the cashier from the lower grandstand.

- Where's Jacobson? - He's moving kind of slow.

He'll be here. Over.

Every day it's the same thing.

Okay, keep your shirt on. We're coming.

We're just waiting for Jacobson.

- The horses are on the track... - Oh, come on.

$150,000 added, Ocean Down Stakes,

a mile and three-quarters.

Morgenthal, talk to me.

They're bringing the take in.

Never mind then! Tell me where Skinner is!

I don't know, Mr. Berens. I still can't find him.

But if there's a problem...

- I don't know where he is. - Come on, let's go.

Hey! Easy easy.

Excuse me. Coming through.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Where the hell are you? - Right here, Mr. Berens.

- Skinner? - We know he's here.

We're just having a little problem with the shirts.

What are you talking about, shirts?

Hi.

Okay, easy! Easy!

What the...

Drop it!

You drop it.

You drop it! Draper!

He put blanks in the gun! Drop it, Draper!

Drop the gun. Drop the gun now!

Put it on the floor! Put that on the floor!

Walk away! Walk away!

Okay.

...to avoid being shut out. Three minutes to vote time.

I got a feeling I'm going to win today.

Chinese.

Chinese...

Yeah, China Trail!

Move! Everybody!

Oh, Jesus.

Okay. Hey, Parkhurst, where are you?

Throw me the keys.

That's a good boy. Okay.

All right, everybody. Nice and calm.

Nice and calm.

No, ma'am. No, I haven't.

Thank you very much. Goodbye.

What's wrong with this?

Come on! Move it! Now!

That's it.

- Parkhurst, get up. - Okay.

Sterdeben, get up. Get the money out.

That's it.

The horses are at the starting gate

for the first race of the...

Hey, Ramirez! Loosen up!

Your knuckles are turning white as a gringo!

Get down, get down, get down.

Stay down. Stay down!

Go on, get in there.

Come on, pregnant lady.

What are you, betting for two? Come on.

But she had a lantern jaw. I mean a big lantern jaw.

You could have hung a lantern on it.

Quick! Two on four to win.

- Aren't you working today? - They're at the starting gate.

Two on four! I got an ambulance waiting.

Don't give me the money, give me the ticket.

They're off!

...Chocolate Balls breaking very slowly

from the outside post.

- Try the phones. - Phones have been ripped out.

Hit the backup system. The alarm isn't working.

Move!

Hey!

Eight Laine in third and there goes O'Hedder.

There goes Chocolate Balls now.

Chocolate Balls swings up on the...

Followed up by O'Hedder

and Hoddy Wanso at the quarter pole breaking away.

- The favorite is losing track. - Oh, he's dead.

Five China Trail is still there.

37,000 bucks! Come on Chocolate Balls!

Here's another one, Hoddy Wanso.

Look at this! A 16-to-one leader, Chocolate Balls.

It is a 40 to one, O'Hedder,

with Hoddy Wanso coming to the wire.

Chocolate Balls has the lead!

I did it! I did it!

What an upset here in the Ocean Downs Stakes.

We've been robbed!

Holy shit!

- They hit the money room! - They did what?!

Why didn't they sound the alarm?!

Switch to the backup!

Hello.

Code seven, this is an internal lockdown!

I hit it! I won!

Step back.

Ah! Hey! Here we are, Neil.

It's all over. Called a code seven.

Totally shut down.

So you decided not to get in there before me

and heist it yourself, eh?

I was tempted.

That's one hell of a big pizza to get a free slice of.

But, I couldn't risk it. You had four years

to plan some kind of big play in the end zone.

- You're just gonna hand me in? - It's what I'm going to do.

I'm going to hand you in and show the board

that I am their blue-eyed boy.

Ebbet!

Ah, just a little resisting arrest stuff.

You promised. I want him out of our lives in prison,

- not hospital. - Okay okay okay.

All right. Back off, boys.

Christ, Dancer. You really hit it.

Yeah.

Oh my God, what am I doing?

- What's the matter? - I gotta wait for the money.

Sure you do. You gotta fill out forms for the IRS,

Social Security, you know.

No, not that money. Here, give me that.

See, I get the girl.

Don't you just love a happy ending?

And you asked for it. I was going to give you everything,

but you blew it like you blew the heist

you spent four years planning.

You know, your broad strokes I did like.

But your choice of personnel, Neil...

Hell, you want to call these guys a "gang"?

That's an insult to the memory of some very great Americans.

I'm on my way there.

Let's see what you got here, Neil.

Beans. All right, where is it?

More beans. Morgenthal, check that out.

- Ugh. - All right.

Call the code seven. Wherever it is,

it ain't getting out that gate.

- Immigration! - The INS is here.

You're not going anywhere until I find it.

- Except maybe the lockup. - What are you going to do,

get him arrested for taking and running away with a food cart?

- Skinner, - Hey, man! Let me go!

Your ass is still in the fire.

I'm going to tear this place apart

till I find the money with your prints on it.

Just let me go! You don't know who you're messing with!

I still want to prove to you that I'm going to walk away

from here without the money.

Can you drive me off the track?

Wait a minute. Now what good is that going to do

if you're leaving the money here?

- Mr. Berens? - I thought the idea was

you take me and the money and the girl.

Ebbet!

There will be a slight delay

before the start of the sixth race.

- Hey! - Where was the money headed?

I can't tell you that.

I screwed up enough for the guy already.

Your screwing up was part of it!

He counted on that! You came through when you screwed up.

- I did? - Where is the money headed?

Go on, open it up.

It won't bite you.

Wait a minute.

- Who else knew about it? - Stuckey.

- Everything locked down here? - Nothing gets in or out.

I'm going to check up on Gomez at the main gate.

Quicker to use the access road than go around the inside.

Code seven says nothing or nobody, no exceptions.

That's exactly the attitude I want Gomez to take.

Oh, God. I wish you were rostered there now, George.

You gotta do it by the book otherwise what's the point?

That's exactly what I'm going to tell Gomez.

Nothing and nobody. Tell him no exceptions.

- That's right. Okay. - Okay.

Name?

- Wilmer. - Good work, Wilmer.

- Okay. - Well, thanks.

It's okay, I'm a cop.

- Buddy, no exceptions. - Yeah, but...

Where the fuck is Berens?

Where to?

Take the 5 straight to the border.

They're making the drop at that little caf� and bar, remember?

- No, which one? - The one south of the border

- with the great lobster. - Oh yeah yeah.

I told my old prison buddy to stash it in the green shed

behind the kitchen where they keep the lobster traps.

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh!

We did it. My God, we did it. We took 'em all away.

What was the take?

Uh... at least 1.5, possibly more.

And the money goes back?

We lifted it right from under his nose,

as if he didn't see it coming,

despite his goons and the fact that we couldn't be sure

he wasn't hearing every word we were saying.

Is the car bugged too, Ebbet, eh?

In case you missed it, Ebbet,

what you're about to hear

are the sounds of yours truly making passionate love.

I want you to listen very closely.

There's a little sound she makes at a particular moment

that I want you never to forget until your dying day.

We're at a gas station, Neil.

Ebbet? Don't go away.

This should be highly instructive.

Yum yum.

$10 supreme.

Hasta la vista!

No, darling, I told you never to phone me during a holdup.

Hasta...

Hasta la vista? Hell, what the hell is this?

I thought you're supposed to stick with him

till we knew where the money was and I was gonna take over.

Oh, speak up, Ebbet. It's a terrible connection.

I can't hear you.

Look, only a born crook would choose an INS van.

You couldn't possibly trust this guy now.

I don't and I don't trust you either,

so I'm gonna go and take the money

and get out of both your lives.

I only got in the way between you two, didn't I?

Bye.

Hmpf.

Where's Berens?

Security?

Yeah, I'm looking for Leland, Detective Leland.

- For me? - Yes.

Leland.

I know you hate anonymous tips, so just call me Cave.

- Cave? - Right. It's your lucky day.

- I wanna give you two for one. - What?!

I want you to meet me. Got a pencil?

Open the gate.

This is a test, Mr. Berens. You're checking on me?

Open the goddamn gate!

This is not a test, Mr. Berens?

Open it!

Oh, looky here, looky here.

Lady in distress!

Hasta la vista, toots!

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

All right, get me to south of the border now.

Woo! Let's go, yeah! Ay caramba!

I'm gonna take you.

You won't know where

and you won't know when.

How about that, huh? These identical Jaguars.

But you'll feel me over your shoulder.

Come on, move it!

Come on.

Hey, get that piece of garbage outta here!

- Going on through. - It's okay.

You'll wake up in the middle of the night from a bad dream,

and you'll know I'm coming.

Kill your engine, please. Hi.

Sir, what is your citizenship?

- I'm U.S., American. - You are.

Are you bringing back anything from Mexico today?

No, no, I just... actually I just went out, made a U-turn,

spent about... 2.9 seconds, sir, l-l...

Sir, are you transporting over $10,000 worth of currency today?

Uh, no no, sir, I'm not doing that.

Actually, I'm not re-entering, 'cause I didn't de-enter.

I see. May I see some ID, please?

Uh...

Yeah?

Which one of you monkeys is running this thing now?

Let me see.

Since nobody could find Berens, who's in charge here?

Well, I guess we are.

It's Skinner.

What?

Listen, tell them they're gonna get every last greasy bill back,

every dollar taken from the paying public

to the last dollar,

- do you understand? - Right, every one.

- Yes, every one, comprende? - Good.

Hasta la vista.

We're gonna get the money back.

There wasn't all that much to it, Officer.

The hard part was holding back the kid.

Mad Dog Durfee, that's what we call him.

Once.

Do it once.