All language subtitles for Cold.Case.S07E06.ROKU.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Santana singing
"Oye Como Va"]

[indistinct chattering]

(male #1)
'Oh, God, grant us such health'

'of mind and body'

'that those evils
that we suffer for our sins'

'we may overcome'

'through thine assistance.'

Let us pray.

Glory be to the Father

and to the Son
and to the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning,
it is now, and ever

'shall be, world without end.'

Amen.

♪ Oye como va ♪

♪ Mi ritmo ♪

♪ Bueno pa gosar mulata ♪

♪ Oye como va ♪

♪ Mi ritmo ♪

♪ Bueno pa gosar.. ♪♪

Do you hear that, mi hijo?

That is why
we do what we do.

I already walked
the track, Poppa.

'Just be careful around
that clubhouse turn.'

They should fire that
new tractor guy, huh?

Turn is rockier
than my second marriage.

[bugle blowing]

Just keep him tight
on the inside, Poppa

and then give him
his head and let him run.

You worry too much, Jose.

(male announcer)
'The 37th annual running'

'of the William Penn
Million Dollar Derby.'

One more, mi hijo..

...then I go home to Mexico.

I'll have your saw.
You give me a call.

Construction crew
doing renovations

at the Franklin
racetrack here

dug up this old
horse grave.

Well, right here,
outside the track?

Horse breaks
its leg in a race

weight's too much
for it to heal right.

They euthanized 'em
for humanitarian reasons.

- Hmm.
- Lot of dead horses.

Standard procedure
back in the day.

Nothing standard
about these remains.

M.E. says it's small
for a femur.

Adult male,
maybe five-two.

Decomposed silks,
riding pants, leather boots.

They shoot
jockeys back then, too?

Hmm, it's a money clip

initialed "S.S."

- Maybe a hundred bucks.
- ID?

Nah, just a couple of old
business cards.

(Rush)
'Uh, track comp cards
for guests and family.'

Hmm. Ten digits.
It's pretty faded.

Could be a bank account,
phone number.

Racing silks, boots..

...all decked out
and rarin' to go.

Well, someone didn't
want this jockey

to make it to the finish line.

[theme music]

The money clip belongs
to a jockey

named Sonny Sandoval.

ME's checking dental
to confirm ID

said the guy had over
30 healed bone fractures.

Hmm, except these.

Multiple puncture wounds
at the back of the skull.

Got CSU looking into it.

Well, the son, Jose, tried
to file a missing persons report

back in '86
that didn't fit the criteria.

He was a legal adult,
no sign of foul play

no indication he was in danger.

Last seen Labor Day,
right after he lost

the William Penn Derby Cup.

Sandoval had lifetime earnings
over three million dollars.

yet his house was about
to be foreclosed on.

- Hmm, bank account statements?
- Still digging.

His bank got bought
out twice since '86.

Last one went belly up,
taken over by the Feds.

Well, Jose states
that his father might've

taken a flyer
here and there.

Around all that action

sooner or later
you're gonna shake the baby.

Gambling problem,
multiple ex-wives--

Gee, I wonder
where the money went.

Yeah, could've been
in deep to somebody.

- Made sure he paid up.
- Dug his own grave.

You know for a guy
who liked to shoot the works

Sandoval's record's clean,
not even a parking ticket.

Yeah, no official record.

Sonny "Mil Hombres" Sandoval.

Mil Hombres

"Strength of a thousand men?"

Uh, he needed it,
keep up with the ladies

he was pulling down.

Sonny was a rock star.

Women, money, cars..

He got mixed up in any trouble

PPD gave him a pass just like

Iverson and Barkley.

Come on. Jockeys?

Those knee knockers
get the ladies?

Hmm, still
a man on a horse.

Confident, athlete..

...winning combo.

I'm saying this town
loves a winner.

Somebody shoot me.

I'll beat the bushes with the
local bookies and loan sharks.

See what falls out.

You know says here
it took Jose 30 days

to report his father missing.

He's still a trainer there.

Let's hit the track.

[instrumental music]

[horse neighing]

You know at first I thought
he went back to Mexico.

When I couldn't find him, I knew

something bad
had happened to him.

Just didn't think
it happened here.

You know anything about
that grave, Jose?

No, just there
was a barn back there

for the old horses,
but Poppa always

got the ones on the way up,
not the ones on the way out.

When's the last time
you saw your old man?

When he lost the William
Penn Derby in '86.

I mean, it really tore him up.

You two close?

Poppa was my hero.

I wanted to be
a jockey just like him

but I hit a growth spurt
when I was 14.

Only kid
in America upset about it.

So close, yet it took
you nearly a month

to file a police report.

Look, it wasn't uncommon
for Poppa to take off

after a tough loss.

He was always talking
about going back to Mexico.

Figured he just put himself
out to pasture.

Understand Sonny liked
the ponies on and off the track.

It's not worth rehashing.

Let's just say he liked
a lot of things

that weren't good for him.

Mil Hombres con Mil Vicios.

Sorry, man, no hablo Espanol.

Born and raised in Philly.

Me, too.

Your dad in big to anyone?

I-I wouldn't know.

Poppa kinda told me things
on a need to know basis.

Anyone else have
a beef with your old man?

Oh, Poppa usually carried
the beef.

You know, he had
a big heart

but people liked
to take advantage.

People like who?

Poppa's bug boy.

I mean, I told
the cops back in the day

gave that guy everything,
did nothing but betray him.

Bug boy?

He's a jockey's apprentice
to your dad?

Angelo Rivera, turned out
to be a worthless ingrate.

- Had to have the guy arrested.
- Yeah, for what?

I mean, he stole Poppa's money
and jewelry

to feed his drug habit.

Guy was a fiend.

[instrumental music]

Que en paz descanse.

'Sonny was like
a father to me.'

Cut from the same cloth..

Two poor kids from Mexico.

Well, sounds like
you learned a lot from him.

The man I am today...
is because of Sonny.

That why you stole
from him, Angelo?

They had you arrested.
Pressed charges.

Esperate. Esperate.
You got that wrong.

(Rush)
'It wasn't your first time
to the dance.'

You got popped twice
on meth charges.

I broke my collarbone riding,
I started taking painkillers.

I have that kinda brain, you
know, that can't shut it off.

Before I knew it, I was snorting
it, I was shooting it.

- I just got lost.
- Well, I'll say.

One more strike and you were
lookin' at some serious time.

(Scotty)
'Yeah, but Sonny disappeared.
Case got thrown out.'

Lucky for you,
he wound up in that hole.

(Lilly)
'You knew about that
horse grave?'

I heard the rumors,
but I never saw it.

Not drawing
a very convincing alibi, Angelo.

I was messed up, man.

Bottomed out, baking donuts
in the Badlands.

You trickin' for drugs?

Look, the only person
I hurt was myself.

After Sonny disappeared,
I got help.

- Feeling guilty?
- No. Fed up.

I got clean..

...and dedicated my life
to helping these kids.

These kids need somebody
to believe in them

like Sonny believed in me.

(male announcer)
'An unbelievable finish'

'as the rookie
from Esteros, Mexico'

'Angelo Rivera gets
his first win riding'

[cheering]

"Can't" he said, huh?

Born with it.

This kid is the next
Mil Hombres. Huh?

[laughing]

- Te dije hijastro?
- Si. You told me.

Told him what, wanker?

Box me in,
grab my horse's bridle?

That's taking food off
my family's table.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You
boxed yourself in, Ric, okay?

Don't blame the kid because
you tied one on last night.

That was
a Mil Hombres move.

Even tugged his head.
You taught him that.

Do what you got to do to win.
It's the name of the game.

Maybe I'll take
your advice, Sonny.

Do what I gotta do.

[instrumental music]

Ric Yanko, rival jockey.

Always eating Sonny's dust.

Should've put that shrimp
on the barbie.

- Aussie still around?
- He owns a bar near the track.

- Still riding?
- 'Nah.'

But he had his day.

Ric never got a good horse
until Sonny disappeared.

Then he became
the track's number one rider.

Looked like
an S and M joint back there.

All those whips and leather.

Riding crops.

Eh, same thing.

Well, whip's meant
to inflict pain..

Riding crop's to motivate.

Uh, you're startin'
to scare me, Lil.

You don't strike me
as the "National Velvet" type.

Well, after my dad left,
uh, my mom needed a job.

'She didn't notice
she was juiced. So..'

She became a ticket taker.

Your ma worked the track?

Races were over I'd wait for her
to count out her drawer.

Sit in the stands,
do my homework.

It's probably not the best
place to leave a kid alone.

Eh, not all bad.

Got to know some of
the old-timers.

The railbirds.

They all had
one thing in common..

Pfft, yeah. Compulsive gambling.

Dreamers.

Always hoping,
tomorrow's better than today.

[instrumental music]

♪ Ain't no thing ♪

♪ She's gonna leave me ♪

♪ Ain't no thing ♪

Ric Yanko?

♪ If you turn and walk away ♪

Depends who's asking, mate.

Oh, yeah?

Well drinks are on
the house, Johnnie.

Food you pay for,
like everybody else.

Detectives, mate.

And we ain't here
for the cuisine.

- Sonny Sandoval.
- Oh, yeah?

That bloke finally show up off
his face in Mexico somewhere?

Found Sonny's remains
in an old horse grave

'at the back of the track.'

No kidding.

And that concerns me how?

Career really took off
once he was gone.

[scoffs]

I didn't need to kill
Sonny to beat him.

The old git was
falling off all on his own.

'Maybe you were in a hurry.'

Or maybe you should
get your story straight.

'Cause Sonny made me
a better rider.

'No, like when the
rookie whipped you'

and Sonny manhandled you
in front of the other jockeys?

Manhandled me?

I've broken every bone
in my body twice, mate.

You want a medal?

Twelve hundred pound horse.
Shattered my pelvis in '92.

If you've got
something to say, say it.

I hope the horse was okay.

Look here.

There was a lot
of money on the table.

People lost their cool.

But all said and done,
we were still jockeys.

And you wore
funny costumes. So what?

[scoffs]
People have no idea
what we endure..

Flipping to make weight.

You know what it's like
to weigh 110 pounds?

Not since fifth grade.

It's a brotherhood. Jockeys.

And there was no better friend
a jockey could have..

...than Sonny Sandoval.

Vamanos, huh?

[Santana playing "Evil Ways"]

So the doc tells me..

...that he wants
to put a pin in my knee.

What do you need that for?

So I could keep kicking

your dingo ass, Yanko.

[laughing]

Broke my kneecap so many times.

He thought I would
be crippled for life.

Told him, "Go to hell."

[laughter]

Won over a hundred
races since then

and can still dance
the Jarabe Tapatio

with the best of 'em, huh?

[cheering]

♪ You've got me running
and hidin' all over town ♪

Hey, it's Baxter.

'Hide your money.'

Send that tab over to my table
if you will, partner.

And just cut him off.
He's got to make weight

and these beers
ain't helpin' him.

I'll take care
of the tab, Chris.

And another round for everyone.

You forget who owns you, Sonny?

Don't have a problem
when I'm winning.

But you're not.

So I suggest you better..

...turn it around
before you have a problem

that can't be fixed.

Owners, jockeys..

Love-hate relationship.

You got to hand it
to old Sonny, though.

That bloke had a pair.

Why didn't Baxter
just fire Sonny

for being such a thorn
in his side?

Couldn't.

Sonny had a three year contract.
Paid him, win or lose.

Sweet deal for Sonny.

Especially since
he was in a slump.

Baxter came back that night

found Sonny at the bar.

Told him he was worth
more dead to him than alive.

[instrumental music]

Randall Baxter?

I'm gearing up for
the Melbourne Cup there, fellas.

I ain't in no mood
for no interviews today.

Well, get in the mood.

You remember
Sonny Sandoval?

Yeah, I heard about that.
That's a terrible thing.

I understand you buried
a few of your horses back there.

Well, sometimes horses
have to be put down.

How about jockeys?

[chuckles]
Now, hold on here.

Why would I want to get rid of
Sonny? He was one of my best.

Well, way we hear it, he was
losing more than he was winnin'.

Guaranteed contract
was costing you major moolah.

Sonny was a champion, you know.
you can't teach that.

Well, he still had
the ability to pull it out

if he just had
his head on straight.

Sayin' it wasn't?

Well, he started
losing focus, you know?

And his...his sense of
priorities were whacked out.

- Why is that?
- Why else?

He started listening to a woman.

Should have never hired
that female trainer.

Bad luck.

[Santana playing
"Black Magic Woman"]

- 'A couple of minutes ago.'
- Who told you?

- 'One of the farmhands did.'
- 'Fine. Here, hold-hold it.'

[music continues]

Why did you scratch
Firewalker, Baxter?

'Cause Firewalker can't win.

That horse would rather
die than lose.

Well, then his legs ain't
as strong as his heart anymore.

First time he's been
healthy in a year.

Tell you what.
He loses, you keep my money.

No, I can't risk that, Sonny.
It's too big a race.

We had a plan.

Well, the plan's changed.

Firewalker's going out to stud.

Hell, we should
all be so lucky.

Either Firewalker races,
or I quit.

You better check
your contract, Hombre.

'Cause you race for me,
or you don't race at all.

'Now, you're on Sapphire,
so deal with it.'

Sapphire's too young.

You're racing her too much.

You're taking her
along too fast.

'She's gonna end up
with the same injuries'

Firewalker got.

When did you become
such an animal lover, Sonny?

Put that on the list of things

you don't know
about me, Randall.

You saddle up on Sapphire

or you sit out the remaining two
years of your contract, unpaid.

♪ Got a black magic woman ♪

♪ Got a black
magic woman ♪♪

That was the...beginning
of the end.

He lost his competitive edge.

That old girl filled his head
with all kinds of ideas

about how horses
should be eating organic hay

and drinking
room temperature water.

The horror.

Lady Macbeth got a name?

Yeah. Kristi, uh, Duren.

She made him soft.

It's the last thing
a jockey can be.

Sounds like she wasn't
just grooming the horses.

Yeah, the last I heard,
she moved in with him.

I fired her ass a day too late..

...if you ask me.

Hey. Located a Kristi Duren.

Trainer in Saratoga.

She's in the city.
On her way down now.

(Vera)
'Who sent the goods?
What have we got?'

(Jeffries)
'You have a message'

from the Pennsylvania
Treasury Department.

And the boss wants to see you.

What?

Your mama didn't
teach you how to share?

[phone ringing]

You rang?

You get a hit on
that number yet?

Sonny had a safe deposit box
at another bank branch.

State escheated it
due to inactivity.

It's been sitting up
in Harrisburg

at the Pennsylvania Treasury
Department the last 20 years.

Alright, get a subpoena,
send a uniform up there.

'Uh, one other thing, Nick.'

I just saw this.

'Oh, yeah.'

That joker Sadowsky
in Vice took this

after I worked a double last
week. I was up all night.

It got e-mailed
around the department.

Eh, guy's are
breaking my balls.

It made its way up to
the Deputy Commissioner.

He wants you to get a physical.

A physical?

What's that got to do
with me taking a few winks?

Pencil pusher wants
to send a message.

You opened the door.

Just a bunch of bull.

Just do it, Nick.

[instrumental music]

Hard business for a woman
to break into back then.

Sonny helped me get
my first training job.

He saw something in you.

The man had a good soul.

Loved horses.

- Loved horse people.
- Like you?

Stayed with him whenever
I wasn't on the road

and needed a place to crash.

Well, that come free,
or with benefits?

What happened to Sonny?

Found his remains
in an old...horse grave.

Back of the track.

[gasps]

- Horse pit.
- 'That what they called it?'

For the horses
they put down at the track?

That, and the old horses that
got slaughtered for their meat.

Slaughtered? For meat?

From stable to table,
in Japan within days.

(Kristi)
'Racing's dirty little secret.'

Well, Sonny know
about that back then?

'Suspected as much.'

Horse is an investment.

Some owners try to eke out
every last dollar.

I just opened
Sonny's eyes to that reality.

Baxter didn't appreciate it.

I'm getting the feeling
that you and Sonny

were more than just...bunkmates.

[sighs]

Fell for the old guy.

Taught me so much
about horses, life.

I knew he needed someone
to take care of him.

(Rush)
'Cared so much
that you didn't even'

come forward,
when he disappeared.

Only 'cause Sonny
had already pushed me away.

Where the hell is Jose?
I called him three times.

Stop worrying.

Relax.

You should take that job
in Saratoga, Kristi.

Can't. I'm training
you and Sapphire.

'Ah, Sapphire's had trainers.'

But you break that maiden
there with its bloodline

you got a career.

I want to be with you.

Ten years ago, I'd give you
a run for your money.

But this ride is
slowing down to a light trot.

You're the best jockey
I've ever seen, Sonny.

Aah! What has it gotten me, hmm?

'Doesn't matter how much money'

how many races I win..

I'm still just a monkey to
Baxter's organ grinder.

That's not true.

Then why am I not riding
Firewalker in my last race, hm?

Oh! 45 years old, and I can
barely climb out of the tub.

[sighs]

Oh.

Oh!

Take the job, Kristi.

(Jose)
'I'm here, Pop.'

Don't look back.

[Sonny and Jose
speaking in Spanish]

Next day, I was out
as Sapphire's trainer.

Packed my stuff,
went to Saratoga.

Been there ever since.

What were Sonny
and-and Jose fighting about?

They always spoke in
Spanish when they didn't

want me to
understand.

- In Spanish?
- Had to guess.

It was probably about
Jose's money problems.

Oh, like father like son.

The gambling problems
run in the family?

No, just Jose.

Sonny had a lot of vices.

But gambling wasn't one of 'em.

CSU says these puncture wounds

at the back of Sonny's skull
are equally spaced.

Likely caused by some
sharp instrument.

Well, could be a rake.

Pitchfork?

'Something from the stables.'

(Vera)
'Bunch of cashed checks
made out to Jose'

from Sonny's bank account.

Sonny didn't have
a gambling problem.

Jose did.

So, why did he lie about that?

Or speaking Spanish?

And what else does
Jose got to hide?

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

(Valens)
'Perdon, que hora es?'

Son veinte despues de las..

Hola, Jose.

Sure sounded
like Spanish to me.

(Valens)
'What, you ashamed
of being Mexican, boss?'

My mother came to this country
and cleaned people's homes.

'Wanted me to assimilate.'

Speak English.

Still no reason
to lie about it.

Every time I speak Spanish,
it reminds me of Poppa.

It hurts too much.

Kinda like his
gambling problem.

There's no need
to dredge that up.

(Rush)
'Oh, because it wasn't
his problem.'

It was yours.

Your pop got tired of
digging you out. Cut you off.

It took you a month
to file a police report.

Waiting for that trail
to go cold.

No, it wasn't like that.

What was it like, Jose?

Starting to lose track
of all your lies.

'Look, I had a problem, okay?'

And I caused my pop
a lot of pain.

But he made damn sure
I paid him back.

- With what?
- 'My back.'

He needed a new
trainer for Sapphire.

And I needed to prove myself.

[Santana playing "Se A Cabo"]

(Jose)
'Let's go, Sapphire.'

Okay, cool her down.

- She's a little washy.
- Anxious.

That's because she's
been raced too much.

She's probably getting
shin splints already.

[sighs]
Listen, poppa.

I'm done this time, for real.

- No short cuts, Jose.
- Uh-uh.

Man has to have
a purpose, a calling.

It's a gift to have
un don con los caballos.

Special bond with the horses.

Si, and you have it.

[Sapphire neighs]

The horse knows
who to trust..

'Who to fear..'

'Who to lay it all down for.'

Like Firewalker.

- When I first uh, saw him run..
- Mm-hmm?

...this old, uh,
dust track in New Mexico

just a two-year-old,
small for his age...

not the fastest,
not the strongest horse.

'38-1 odds.'

'Won by three lengths.'

- It's unbelievable.
- Mm-hmm.

taken that horse from last

to first, more times
than I can remember.

(Jose)
'A scrapper.'

(Sonny)
'Warrior.'

Leaves it all on the track.

Why isn't he racing
in the derby then?

Ah, people don't care
about what you did.

'They only care about
what you're doing.'

[horse neighing]

You'll win with Sapphire,
though, right?

Sapphire hasn't lost
a race yet.

If she loses, it's my fault.

[neighing]

[music continues]

Largate, sinverguenza!

Largate! Andale!
Largate!

No te metas en lo
que no te importa!

Largate! Largate!

Suelta la pala a ver que pasa!

Yeah, fine!

Vete! Ver a te!

[music continues]

It only took him 20 years to
tell me I was good at something.

It was like we just
turned a corner..

...and then he was gone.

So, who was the guy in
the truck, spooking the horses?

Juan Diaz.

He worked out of the back barn.

Seeing if we were
selling any old horses.

Sold off to market
for the meat?

Yeah. People turned
a blind eye to what happened

to the old horses.

Poppa said he couldn't
do it anymore.

He had Diaz banned
from the track.

That back barn...is near
where the horse grave was?

Until it burned down.

Look, I don't know
if Diaz dug that grave

but he had to know
it was there.

[neighs]

We'll be in touch, Jose.

Hot date?

Uh, something
I gotta check on.

I'll meet you back
at the roundhouse?

[instrumental music]

'Viejo?'

'Nuevo.'

[laughing]
What's wrong?

Shoes didn't fit?

I don't think
I can return them.

Ah, no, no.

Look, ma tell you
she hurt her knee?

- Maybe. You know your mother.
- She talks a lot.

Some I hear,
some not so much.

This have anything
to do with her

taking cash from
our bank account?

Oh, just try to remember, Pop.

Oh, uh, I was watching
the Phillies game

the one that ended
in the triple play.

Kid on second base,
unassisted--

Uh, Bruntlett,
yeah, beat the Mets.

What happened with Ma?

She went to, uh,
Dayley's market late

to pick up some seafood
and rice to make me some paella.

She slipped and fell.

- And that's it?
- Yeah, she came home..

...took a shower
and went to bed.

What about the paella?

She said she was tired.

I had a frozen dinner instead.

That's Dayley's
on 19th and Fairmount?

No, the one on Spring Garden.

Your mom says they have
better produce there.

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, Pop.
Everything's fine.

Okay.

- Wow, estas flaco.
- Si, si, si.

Banana bread.

Put nuts in it this year.

Never misses an anniversary.

- The mother?
- Wanda Johnson.

Left for school,
never came home.

How long has it been?

Sixteen years.

Won't let go.

You call her back yet?

Just to break her heart
all over again.

No new leads.

'No sense to be made of it.'

[phone ringing]

Uh, you get ready to make
the call, use my office.

Yeah.

How the hell did you
end up in Williamsport?

Car's got GPS, Wayne.

Well, turn on the lights
and lead-foot it to Harrisburg

before the Treasury
closes at 6:00.

I need that box!

Knucklehead's gotta be
related to somebody.

Uh, looks like the meat man
got his ticket punched.

Juan Diaz, deported by INS.

Yeah, impounded
his truck back in '99.

And I found
a track parking pass..

...butcher tools
and a stunbolt gun.

Ah, put a horse down fast.

- Or a jockey for good.
- We even know if he's alive?

Just that Diaz got
deported to Esteros, Mexico.

And Angelo Rivera
is from Esteros.

And population, 2100.

Sonny's bug boy comes from
the same small town as Diaz.

Ends up working the same
place, 4000 miles away.

Angelo worked for the meat man.

Knew damn well
where that grave was.

(Angelo)
'Okay, that was good.
That was very good.'

Okay, you guys go
brush the horses.

Taco de caballo.

Ever make carne asada
from horse meat, Angelo?

Back in Esteros?

That's some kind of sick joke?

Sick alright, but no joke.

- You working with Juan Diaz?
- Know a lot of Juan Diazes.

Talking about the one from
your hometown, knucklehead.

The meat man.

Um, Diaz offered me
a way out of Esteros.

I needed a job,
willing to do anything.

Killing horses?

I never killed a horse.
Just buried what was left.

You know, it made me sick,
but it was part of the business.

That all you buried? Horses?

Come on, guys.

Look, all I ever wanted
to be was a jockey.

I owe my career to Sonny.

And your life to Juan Diaz.

Sonny had him
banned from the track.

- Lost his livelihood.
- Guy who gave you your start.

You dug that grave.

Put Sonny's body
where it'd never be found.

No.

Juan got me here.

But Sonny gave me my dream.

And I threw it all away.

[vomiting]

[panting]

Heard about what happened
to Firewalker.

Sorry.

It was no accident.

I'm not gonna let Baxter
get away with it this time.

Be careful, Sonny.

Don't want to see you
get blackballed.

End of the line
for me, mi amigo.

My last race, was gonna
ride Firewalker out.

Son of a bitch Baxter
has taken that away from me.

Firewalker deserved better.

Killing horses for money
has to end.

We all get thrown away
when we can't win anymore.

Unless you keep winning.

Slow down, kid.
You'll end up like me.

- One hell of a jockey?
- Broke, whizzing blood.

Lucky to have
one kidney working.

A 110 pounds.

Getting on a 1000 pound animal,
going 45 miles an hour.

And you're not even straight.

Like you always taught me,
do whatever I have to do to win.

I was wrong.

I'm worried about you, Angelo.

I'll be fine.
Never felt better.

Is that why you
stole from me?

I was gonna pay you back.

You want to pay me back?

Take care of yourself.

Sonny was right.

Horses, jockeys..

...were all disposable.

One day you're
on top of the heap

and the next, done for good.

Firewalker?
Sold off to Juan Diaz?

No, stable fire.

But everybody knew it
was an insurance job.

- How sick was Sonny?
- Pretty bad.

But a macho guy like that
never went to a doctor.

Now where was he getting
all the pain pills?

Track vets will hook you up
for the right price.

'But for him, it just
wasn't enough anymore.'

Neither is your alibi, Angelo.
Comin' in with us.

[instrumental music]

[phone ringing]

I understand
your...champion horse

Firewalker, died
in a stable fire in '86?

Uh, casualty
of the business.

You know, we can put
a man on the moon

but we still
make barns out of wood.

You were investigated
for insurance fraud in '94.

Stallion named Bloodline.

Lost three champion horses

'over a 13 year period
to barn fires.'

- Hmm..
- That's a lot of accidents.

Well, it happens
to the best of us, partner.

But I'm gonna tell y'all
just like I told them

insurance investigators.

Why in the hell would I
wanna kill a horse that I paid

nearly a million dollars for?

That's exactly what we
were asking ourselves.

Till we saw this.

This insurance claim.

Uh, you made two million dollars

when Firewalker
went up in smoke.

And another mil and
a half...from Bloodline.

Well, that right there
is just peanuts

in comparison to..

...what I spend
each year on stud fee.

Guess they outlive their use,
like Firewalker.

(Valens)
'You really know
how to squeeze'

a dollar out of a horse.

Dead or alive.

Well, I'm going to
take that as a compliment.

That is, unless y'all know
something those insurance

'investigators don't.'

Oh, we know Sonny was
going to rat you out

after that big race.

(Rush)
'Couldn't afford that
kind of attention.'

Open up another arson
investigation.

So, you put him in a hole.

[scoffs]

I didn't kill that old cuss.

But I should've.

Thank y'all for coming.

[trumpeting]

[Santana playing
"Jin Go Lo Ba"]

- 'Here.'
- 'Good luck'

[crowd cheering]

This is why they call
this the Sport of Kings.

Listen at 'em. They can't
wait to see those beasts run.

It's going to be
a good one, sir.

This goes well, you're going to
be training many of my ponies.

Thank you, Mr. Baxter.

[bell ringing]

(male announcer)
'And they're off and running!'

'The William Penn Million
Dollar Derby has begun.'

'Right out of the gate
veteran jockey Sonny Sandoval'

'fillin' the lane
with gusto riding Sapphire'

'to the front of the pack.'

Steady..

'First turn,
Sapphire holds his lead.'

'But Little Hope,
ridden by Angelo Rivera'

'makes his move on the outside.'

Come on, poppa!

'They enter the back stretch
Sapphire by a head'

'Little Hope
running a close second.'

He's going to break her
out of the pack.

No, not yet..

'They turn for home,
Sapphire breaks open'

'runnin' and gunnin' now, ahead
a length, a length and a half.'

[laughing]
That's him!

- Poppa!
- 'Go! Go!'

'Letting out all stops
in the final stretch..'

'Wait! Little Hope pulls
within a length of Sapphire.'

What the hell's he doin'!

'Little Hope suddenly
moves into the lead'

'as Sapphire begins to fade.'

[crowd cheering]

'Little Hope is ahead
by a nose, a length.'

'She's gonna pull
off the upset.'

'Little Hope wins!'

[crowd cheering]

Son of a bitch!
He pulled up on him on purpose!

Mr. Baxter--

Shut up!
Get the hell outta here.

I'm gonna have that taco bender
and your whole family deported!

(groans)

(Baxter)
'You know, that was the..'

...first of three heart attacks.

I spent a month in recovery
at Mercy Hospital.

Sonny choked on purpose?

Over a stupid horse.

Sapphire should've won
that race, sure thing.

Even his son bet
ten large ones on him to win.

So, why'd Sonny do it?

Crackpot, I think he wanted
to take Firewalker

back to Mexico with him.

Till you killed
Firewalker for the money.

Insurance investigators
said in all three reports

faulty wiring
caused those fires.

It's quite a coincidence.

So, another horse
dies in the fire.

Why don't we just call it
a return on my investment?

I beat that thing just like I
did in 1994 with Bloodline.

Statute of limitations,
detectives.

Is that right?

(Valens)
'How's your..'

heart...holding up, Randall?

You beat it in '94 'cause seven

years had passed
in that investigation.

(Valens)
'Seven years from when
the investigation begins.'

Not...when the crime
was committed.

Yeah, which in the case
of Firewalker was..

...hmm, an hour ago.

'When we called your
insurance company and..'

...decided to investigate.

Stand up, Baxter.

You're under arrest
for insurance fraud.

[dramatic music]

From the Treasury Department

I come bearing gifts.

Sonny's safe deposit box.

Inside..

'...a receipt for a plot..'

'..life insurance policy..'

..and a copy
of his last physical.

Blood in his urine..

...years of bulimia and pills..

That guy was a mess.

Uh, he was getting
his affairs in order.

And look who he left it all to.

Standard bow rake.

One inch width
between each tooth.

Same exact width
between puncture wounds

to the back
of Sonny's skull.

Somebody brained
your old man, Jose.

It's a terrible way to go out.

Ever cross your mind

your gambling might've cost
your dad his life?

I told you,
I cleaned up before that.

(Rush)
'Told us a lot
of things, Jose.'

Truth is you bet
large on your dad

and it cost you big.

The job with Baxter
and a lot of coin.

Old man had to go, so you took
him out with a rake like this.

Stable rake. Anyone at
the track had access to that.

Like Angelo?

What I told you from the start.

Angelo, who...won that
last race against your dad?

Yeah. So?

Angelo, who was
like a son to him..

...cut from the same
poor streets of Mexico.

Ah, y un verdadero Mexicano.

Wished he was his son. I mean,
Angelo was a real man. A jockey.

You? Americanized.

Too big to be a jockey.

A gambler, liar.

'You did nothing but cost him.'

At least I wasn't
a scumbag drug addict.

We found Sonny's life
insurance policy.

Life insurance?

- My old man?
- Oh, yeah.

Guess who he left everything to?

And I'd be worried if my son
was a...compulsive gambler.

[chuckling]
Why waste the money?

That makes perfect sense
who he left his money to.

- Yeah.
- 'Who?'

Kristi? Angelo? Firewalker?

- They all came before me.
- He paid off your debts.

To save himself
from embarrassment.

The great Sonny Sandoval
couldn't have a loser for a son.

Now if he'd just won that last
race, you'd have been rollin'.

Damn right.

But no, he had to pull up.

Just to make a point.

Yeah, that he never
cared about me.

You're wrong, Jose.

(Rush)
'The weight loss,
injuries, pills..'

had taken its toll.

Sonny's internal organs
were...shutting down.

Your pop was makin'
plans to take care

of those he left behind.

My father was dying?

Yeah. Still managed to make
that last payment, though.

And you...were sole beneficiary.

(Valens)
'Left you $3 million.'

(Rush)
'Even after all you
put him through?'

He still loved you, Jose.

[instrumental music]

I don't understand.

Why couldn't he just tell me?

[bottle shatters]

You happy now?

I'm free, mi hijo.

I borrowed ten G's.

What?

You promised me, Jose.
You gave me your word.

I bet it all on
you. To win.

Mi hijo, why?

When was the last time
you bet on me, poppa?

- Hmm?
- Son.

You're sick, okay?

- You need help.
- Okay, then help me!

- I tried.
- You tried?

By-by-by tanking the race
so that Angelo could win?

I'm your son! Not Angelo!

I-I couldn't win
another race for Baxter

after what he did to Firewalker.

But I'm the one that pays.

Poppa, it cost me
money and a job!

I have failed you.

I did not want
this life for you.

Wanted you to be
better than me.

I made so many mistakes.

It's time everyone knows
the truth, okay?

These horses deserve better,
and so do jockeys.

What are you talking about?

Poppa, if you do that,
they blackball me.

I'll never be hired
as a trainer again!

No, you'll get help.
It'll be okay.

- No, no, Poppa.
- Trust me. Don't worry.

I will take care of everything,
mi hijo. You'll see.

I'm so sick,
I'm so sick and tired

of waiting for you!

[Santana singing "Samba Pa Ti"]

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