And they're off!
Lucky lady is in the lead, second place is sneaking up fast, lucky lady and second
place are not getting there. Here comes a late surge on the outside from like a
bird, like a bird moves past sometimes late, past thanks ma'am. And here they come down the
home stretch with wild roses in the lead, followed closely by thanks ma'am and sometimes late.
And lucky lady does it again, I guess second place date true to her name.
Louis Bach? Who wants to know? Hey, don't be smart with us, why this guy just answered the fucking question.
Hey, look, all I've got is 150 bucks, just take it. You think we're robbing you? We're not here to
take your freaking money, so just relax. Yeah, relax, Louis, and nobody gets hurt. Shit for brains,
nobody's hurting fucking nobody, alright? Don't be fucking stupid. Relax. Come along with us,
we'll talk a little business, alright? Let's go. Someone wants to meet you, Louis. We're gonna have a
little conversation. You're like a new friend. Where are you guys taking me? You seem to be a lucky
man, Louis. Lucky people make a lot of money. Our boss is very interested. Why do I feel like my
luck's about to run out? Loosen up there, Louis. Your luck is just beginning.
Wait here, I'll just get him.
Mr. Bach, so very nice to meet you. My associates tell me you have a very lucky gene.
You could say that. I'm curious about luck. It always seems to follow wrong people around.
People like yourself. What do you suppose makes you so lucky? What's your trick? My trick? There's
no tricks, no cheating involved. I've just been lucky as long as I can remember. Yes, I see.
Follow me.
Wait. Sit. Relax.
Fucking spaz.
Sorry. Coffee?
Not sure. Black?
So have I done something? No, you haven't. Not yet, anyways.
But I need you to do something for me. You see, Louis, I'm a rich man. I can make life
much more lucrative for someone with your talents. All I need from you is a little favor.
A favor? What could I possibly do for you?
Don't be so modest, Louis, from what Frankie and Joey tell me. There's a lot you can do for me,
or more precisely, your lucky street cat. I need you to work for me now at the racetrack.
Oh, oh no. I won't cheat for you. It's not who I am. I believe in doing things properly.
What's improper about this? Who said anything about cheating? I just need you to place a back
for a friend. I don't know. It just doesn't sound right. Here's the deal. I give you money to place
bets for me. I pay you four grand a month plus 10% of whatever you win. If you start to lose,
you're off the gravy train. Eh?
I don't know. Great. We got a deal. Frankie and Joey will pick you up tomorrow at noon.
No, no, wait. Can we? Come on, get up. Let's go. I just want to get him, come on.
Can you? I'll stop at the stutter. Jesus, he sounds like an idiot. Shut up, Joey. Shut up.
We've been at this for a month and he hasn't lost yet. He must be cheating.
With us watching his every move? I don't think so.
Well, then you explain it. Explain what? How he's winning. He keeps betting and winning every
time. It just doesn't make no sense. Wow. Hey, check her out. Man, I'd like a piece of that.
She saw you. Check out? Just keep your eyes on Louis over there. I wish I had that guy's luck.
Then I'd have all the chicks I want. Oh, yeah. Look at all the chicks around them.
They just can't keep their hands off of them. He's a loser. Pathetic loser, too.
Well, here it comes. We quit for today. I'm feeling kind of queasy.
Oh, he's feeling queasy. Maybe we should take him home to Mommy. What do you think this is?
Joey, Joey, Joey, don't be an asshole. He's worked hard for the day. Okay?
Okay, you can go home, but if you walk ahead of us, we'll be right behind you.
The less contact we have, the better, okay? Go. You wanted to see us, Lieutenant?
Yeah, come on in.
Well, it looks like we're finally starting to get an avenue to the Big Boss's organization.
I mean, getting reports of a new employee who's been working for him down at the track.
Who is this guy? He looks nothing like one of Big Boss's usual thugs.
All right, some new employee. I haven't figured him out yet, but his name is Louis Bach.
And he's been placing bets for Big Boss at the track, but more importantly, he has been winning
most of the bets that he places. How do you know that he's working for Big Boss?
Well, these goons. Frankie and Joey. Now, they've been spending almost every day
over the last few months at the track. And on a few occasions, we've seen them talking to
Mr. Bach. If we can find out this Louis's story,
we might be able to use him to get inside. Exactly. Now, what I want you two to do is
to start spending some time following this guy around. I want you to find out everything that
you can. And if you have to, bring him in for questioning. We'll get right on it, Lieutenant.
Oh, hey, Louis. Where do you think you're going?
I have to go to the bathroom. You better not be trying to get away from us.
I told you, I just have to go to the bathroom. All right, Joey escort him to the washroom.
Why don't I escort him? Because I fucking said so. Now go do your fucking job.
Hey, let's go. Fuck. Okay.
Hey, doll. How you doing? You're doing a lot better once you get lost.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You don't mean that? Why don't you and me go find a little
private corner and get to know each other? What's going on here? Is this quick bothering you?
Jerk won't leave me alone. Just having a little conversation.
Hello, Mr. Vock. You're going to have to come with me. We have a few questions to ask you down
at the station. Why me? What do you want? You've got some pretty nasty stuff.
You know who the fuck I am? Yeah, I know who the fuck you are,
you're some oily-haired fucking pansy ass. Just fucking stay away from my girl.
You do it again, I'll fucking kill you. I dealt with a lot of fucks like you.
Hey, Rick. Hey! It was the fuckest Louis. Whoa, he was right here, I swear.
Yeah, but he's not here now, fuck. Wait a minute, he's probably in the wash.
I knew I shouldn't have trusted you, you fucking shit.
Relax, fuck.
What the fuck is he? He was right here, is he here? No, he's not here, is he? Is he here?
Oh, fuck! You're going to stay here? You're either the stupid shit or the fucking dick.
Stupid fuck.
You're fucking listening to me. You're fucking listening to me. I thought you wanted to just
work on myself. I'm a mistake. I'm a mistake. I'm a fucking dick. That's what a fucking mistake is.
No.
No.
No.
Six.
Ever.
Thank you.
You know, you don't look like Big Boss's usual type of hired fuck.
Thanks.
I think.
How does a guy like you get involved with someone like Big Boss, huh?
I can't figure it out.
What does he need with a loser like you?
Maybe you can explain.
I don't know what you're looking for.
I think you do.
I've been doing my homework on you. You live at the track and haven't held a job since you were 16.
I've got nothing to tell. I just happen to be a very lucky man.
You must be pretty lucky to survive all these years by betting on the ponies.
Hey, you know what? I think the nice people at the track, they'd like to know about our natural winner here.
You must be terrible for business.
I bet you they'd also like to know that you're working for Big Boss, considering he's banned from the site.
The race track is my life. Don't screw that up for me. That's how I make my living.
Tell us what we need to know.
I don't know anything.
I don't buy it. You know something. Why are you hiding?
Nothing.
I've been watching you for a while. I've seen the people you've been hanging out with.
Nice friends. Someone who keeps this kind of company can't be on the up and up.
Look, you can keep your winning formula a secret.
If you cooperate with us, they'll hurt me.
You can secure your safety if you help us. Otherwise, we're just going to have to end your little betting career.
Wear it. We'll take care of the rest.
This guy's going to kill me for sure if they catch me wearing this thing.
How did I get into this mess? Am I going to get out?
I've got to figure a way to lose.
I've never been able to lose.
If you come across a penny on the ground, it is usually viewed as lucky if it is heads up.
If you leave it on the ground, bad luck.
Another variation says that if you find a penny with till sight up, that picking it up can bring bad luck.
I bet those superstitions are all bullshit.
I guess we'll see now if this superstition actually works.
What happened to you yesterday?
The next time you take off or feel sick, you let us know before you go flutter off.
I want to know where you are at all times.
The next time you take off or feel sick, you let us know before you go flutter off.
The next time you take off, you let us know before you go flutter off.
You lost, Louis. I knew you were a fucking loser.
So I guess that's it. I mean, you guys won't be needing my services anymore.
It ain't going to be that easy, Louis.
You see, Big Boss had 15 fucking thousand dollars on the line today.
Since he come up with that money, we're not even going to discuss your situation.
We've only got seven grand from the other races today. I'll have to get the rest to you later.
You got one week to come up with it. We'll be watching.
One week, but I could just a bit...
Hey, listen here, Louis. You better not pull that disappear and act shit on us again.
Or you'll be pushing up the daisies.
Look, one week. Could you make it two?
One week!
Easy, Frankie. There's people around.
Louis, I got a suggestion before Frankie gets mad.
Why don't you get the fuck out of here, and we'll see you in a week.
Fucking prick.
This close. I was this fucking close.
I'm sick of the horses. Let's get the fuck out of here.
Yeah, where you want to go? I don't know. Downtown somewhere.
Alright. Downtown it is.
Hey!
Well, tonight's your last night, eh? You put a fray of your lucky terms.
Don't worry. I'll get it back. Tonight's the night.
Yeah, well, for your sake, it better be, okay?
Lucky or not, I need you to do it.
He's talking to himself.
Probably afraid he's going to lose again.
He's better being afraid.
Yes!
I can't wait to fucking whack this fancy.
Just fucking hold the horses. You'll get your fucking shit.
Hold up who's here, it's Mr. Fucking.
Fucking no business here.
Are you fucking stupid?
Follow me. Let's go and we can talk.
They're moving him.
This isn't good. We're going to have to call for a backup.
Fucking jackass.
Let's see where they're taking him first.
There they go.
Here's the money I owe. That's it for me. I'm out.
Uh-huh, Louis. You're going to have to tell the big boss that's yourself.
Boss.
So, Louis, you got me my money.
Yeah, that's it. It's all there plus an extra five grand.
Now, just let me be on my way.
I'm afraid it's not going to be that simple, Louis.
You see, I know you've been double-crossing me.
So my voice, are you talking to the cops?
The cover's blown. You've got to do something.
Okay, I'm going to go in.
You stay out here and you make sure that they don't get away.
I'm not letting you go in there alone. The uniforms can stay out here.
Let's go, Louis. Stand up.
What do we got here, Louis?
What the fuck is this, Louis?
I knew it. You made a big mistake double-crossing me, Mr. Bach.
Frankie?
No, no, no.
Don't be fucking stupid, Louis.
Now, you don't want me to whack you. Here, now, do you?
So we're going to go outside and do this nice and clean.
All right?
Ow! Let's go, wise guy.
I'm looking forward to this, you dumb fuck.
Hold it right there!
Fuck me! Run for it or he gets it!
The game's over. Hand over, Louis.
Fuck you, pig!
Oh, no! Fuck!
It's okay. Try and stay still.
It's going to be okay. I know what it is.
Get an ambulance!
I'm with you, okay?
Yeah, but this is on its way.
Take your time. You're going to be fine.
You're going to be fine.
Okay, great.
I know what it is.
Welcome back, Louis.
You had us worried there for a while.
What happened?
You took a pretty good shot there.
The doctor said you were lucky to make it.
You're out of the woods now.
What about Big Boss?
He won't be bothering you where he's going.
They found this in your pocket when you came into the hospital.
I guess it's true what they say about these things.
I'm a junkie, I'm a flunky, I'm a doobie and monkey.
And I'm looking for a fix.
I'm a swizzle, I'm a weasel, I'm a full blown diesel
and I'm ready to turn in some tricks.
I'm sweating and fretting down in the alley.
I'm fleeing and I'm dreaming until I meet Sally.
I'm smoking and towing, I'm watching my TV.
I'm beating and weeding, you can't catch me.
I'm a flunky, I'm a junkie, I'm a doobie and monkey.
I'm a swizzle, I'm a weasel, I'm a full blown diesel
and I'm ready to turn in some tricks.
I can't look my way and I just keep walking
cause I gotta seek out the plan.
She's looking here, but I don't know
cause I got all some ball patents back.
I'm freaking out and I'm toking, and I'm watching my TV.
I'll be a weeding, you never can catch me.
I'm a flunkie, I'm a flunkie
I'm a two-bit munkie
And I'm looking for a fix
I'm a junkie, I'm a flunkie
I'm a two-bit munkie
And I'm looking for a fix
I'm a junkie, I'm a flunkie
I'm a junkie, I'm a flunkie
I'm a two-bit munkie
I found it, I tell you that
I'm gonna get back home
Yes, I'm a two-bit munkie
I'm a two-bit munkie
And I'm looking for a fix
I'm a two-bit munkie
