All language subtitles for Leverage - S01E03 - The Two Horse Job (1080p AMZN WEB-DL HEVC 10Bit)

Dad?

Dad!

Dad, are you all right?
You have the horses?

It's too late.

- Nine dead.
- One horse survived.

Baltimore,
with smoke in his lungs.

My family's been training
horses since the Civil War,

never had anything
like this.

But you didn't own any
of those horses, right?

That's not how it works.

Trainer's raise them, they break
them, they race them,

but they don't own them.
It's a rich man's game.

Well, I always dreamed
of having my own horses.

So when this Wall Street guy
came to town, Mr. Foss,

said he wanted to start
his own horse franchise...

Mr. Ford, he offered me 10
percent ownership. Real ownership.

I took the deal.

And six months later, the horses
aren't running to Foss's liking.

He burned nine horses, Nate, nine
of them, to get his investment back.

And he's running around
blaming me for the fire.

Bad enough
I lost my stable,

no one will ever hire me
again. I'm uninsurable.

Yeah. Well, Foss is up for a two
million dollar insurance payout,

so we can get you
a piece of that money.

I don't want a dime
of Foss's money.

Well, I'm sorry,
what is it that you do want?

They scream.

In a fire, Mr. Ford,
the horses scream.

Foss only has one horse
left alive.

Get Baltimore for me,
I'll take care of him.

That's all I want,

is for that son of a bitch to never
be in the horse business again.

Nothing more.

You called him?

We need him.
Yeah, no, we don't.

I forgot how much I liked
these Southern welcomes.

Eight years. No phone calls, no letters.
You don't earn a homecoming parade.

How's your husband, Aimee?

Gone. It seems I have a weakness
for men with one foot out the door.

Excuse me.

So, when you said
you knew the family,

you meant you knew
the family, huh?

Please tell me you weren't
engaged to her.

No.

May have given her
a promise ring or...

A what?
For the...

No, no, never mind,
never mind.

There's no way we're gonna do this if
I have to worry about you being stupid

because you're
too involved with...

I'm not involved,
I'm...

I want to help Willie. Did
you hear the guy's story?

Scout's honor.

Wrong hand.

Alan Foss, hedge fund manager
for Smith & Markin in New York.

He made 40 million
in the last two years.

And he picked up some pretty
high cost, high profile hobbies.

Started with high stakes poker
and now owning racehorses.

I think I have a fever. Can I be
excused from this one?

Come here,
let me feel your head.

No, don't feel her...
What are you...

What's the deal?
What are...

I once saw a horse
kill a clown.

No, no!

I'll give you more money.
No!

I just really don't like horses.

Moving on.

Six months ago, Foss poured a pile
of cash into buying all the horses

from Willie's stable.

After the fire...
The massacre. The massacre.

Hmm, you are a bit hot
on this one.

Oh, okay, hi, yes.

Everybody, you all want
to take over the briefings?

Okay, I go through a lot of trouble
to make these things interesting,

have a little something visual for the
visual learners, and the auditory learners,

and you all,
it's just interruption...

Hey, IYS.

Your old insurance company holds
the policy on Foss's horses.

Is that going
to be a problem?

No. If I can find a way to stick
it to my old boss, it's even better.

Our mission is to take
Foss's last surviving horse

and deliver it
to Eliot's friend, Willie.

Meet Baltimore.

Three wins, two places,
insured for $200,000.

Thank you very much, that concludes
this briefing, appreciate your attention.

Now how do we get
the damn horse?

Well, what do we know
about Foss's schedule?

According to his online
calendar, he's going to a big race

at Kensington Racetrack
this weekend.

Hmm.

Miss Devereaux, how is
your Southern belle?

And they're off and running, a
10 horse field on the stretch...

How you all doing?
Well, hi there.

How are you?

Nice to see you again.

He's got
trip threes.

No. If I wanted a glass of
ice, I would have ordered that.

Okay? So try again.
Thanks.

And a bourbon, straight.

Wow. Like it.

I like when a woman knows
how to order a drink.

Katherine Beth Lovrey.
But you can call me Kitty.

Alan Foss. And you can
call me whatever you want.

So you here for
business or pleasure?

A little of both.

I'm a blood stock agent.
You in the market for a horse?

Anything fast?

I don't deal
with sprinters.

No, no, no. I like
mine to finish the mile.

I'm sorry, um, I don't really
recognize the last name.

What ownership
do you work with?

I brokered the deal for
the last two derby winners.

Good for business, but I'm
a little shy of publicity.

He's got a 50,000 limit.

He bet on Kentucky Thunder.

In fact, one of the horses
racing today was my sale.

Kentucky Thunder.

Yeah, I hear
he's a great horse.

I have a couple of thousand
in spare change on him.

Well, that is my kind
of spare change.

After this race you, uh,
let me buy you a drink.

Sadly on this occasion
I have to run.

See, I host a monthly
poker game here at the track

for some of my
higher end clients.

Uh, I'd like in
on that, then.

He's got 50,000.

It's awfully high stakes.
50,000 buy in.

Yeah, I'd like in.

Evening, gentlemen.
Mr. Foss,

this is our friend,
Sheik Khalin, Dubai.

His daddy did business
with my daddy.

Oil first, then horses.

Pleasure is mine. Good luck. Thank you.

And this here is Brad
Mackie. Brad Mackie.

One of the best trainers in town.
Oh, Miss Kitty.

Oh, really, really? Then why
doesn't he work for me, then?

Well, evening, ladies,
you didn't have to wait for me.

Because I work for him.

I'd have caught up.

Uh! Bob Gibson,
who are you?

Bob, this is Alan Foss,
the investor from New York.

Oh, yeah, the one whose, uh,
stable burned down, right?

You're the guy that had the stable
burn down, all them horses got...

Yeah, well, I know you're new
around here and everything,

so why don't I just
give you a little tip.

Don't let your stable
burn down there, Fossie.

All right, why don't
we play some cards?

Actually, uh, why don't you
just hold on one second, please?

You mind if I, uh... Anybody mind?
I got this out of a gift shop today.

Play with a fresh deck.

That's a rookie move, but I don't mind.

I don't have a problem
with that. Sheikey?

Why don't you just hand him
the deck there, uh, Fossil?

Yeah, sure. So we can play some
cards and you can lose some money.

All right, uh, I'm 40,000
light. But I'm sure, uh,

this'll just be worth...

We play for cash
or we play for horses.

Now you still got
one of those left?

Or did you
lose that one, too?

Cute. All right.

I'm going to put in
my last horse, Baltimore.

Witness it.

Thanks, darling.

See, 'cause that's how we do
it from where I'm from, hoss.

You're bluffing.

I don't know.
Is four nines good?

Damn.

See you.

You're a cheating
son of a bitch!

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Why don't you make sure Jersey
boy gets me my horse, number one.

And you play, you can come back
and play with us any time you want.

Okay, you know what? This
isn't binding, so good luck.

Oh, that's not binding, huh? No.

You had four nines, and I had
four jacks. Four nines, four jacks.

Four nines... Four jacks, I
believe, is better than four nines.

I'll tell everybody from,
from Vegas to Houston

that Alan Foss welshes on his
bets, is that what you want?

I'll tell them.
Pleasure doing business.

I owe you one.
Thank you.

We're done.

Hello, Nate.

Sterling.

Why are you playing poker
with my client, Nate?

Alan Foss is your client.

The fire, you're investigating the
stable fire for IYS, you got my old job.

Actually I have your
old office. Very roomy.

Allow me to rephrase, why is an
ex insurance agent playing poker

with the subject of an open
insurance investigation?

Open investigation. Local
cops think it was an accident.

Local cops don't have to write
a check for two million dollars.

It's my job to make sure
that doesn't.

Oh, Nate, that's pathetic.

This is another one of those complicated,
little games that you like to play.

All right,
so you're hustling Foss,

trying to prove arson
or get him on the fraud.

Whatever, as long as the company
doesn't have to write the check.

You're trying to get
your old job back.

Okay, you have it
all figured out.

I'll just back off
from now on. Hmm?

Nah, it's too late for that.

Tell you the truth, though,
kind of given up on Foss.

I like the trainer
for the fire, Willie Martin.

Willie Martin's
an innocent man.

We're insurance men, Nate. We don't care
about who's guilty or who's innocent.

Just who pays.

Sterling.

Sophie Devereaux.

I haven't seen you
since, what was it?

Little coup
in Sierra Leone?

This is getting
very interesting.

We need a...
New plan.

Is it true Sterling spent
three days in the trunk of a car

waiting to catch someone?
No, no.

It was five.
What?

Look, I'm not saying that he's
better than you were, but...

Were? I'm sorry. Well, we need
to get Willie that horse back,

and get out of here
very, very quickly.

Well, it's a little
too late for that.

I mean, Sterling thinks that I'm
trying to get my job back, right?

He doesn't care about
the claim anymore,

he's just going to mess
with anything I do.

If I try to keep
Baltimore for myself,

he's going to try to get
Baltimore back for Foss.

If I give Willie the horse,
Willie becomes the target,

and believe me, you don't want to
be, you know, the target of Sterling.

I thought... That's great.
So wait, wait, you're saying

Willie loses the horse
and Foss stays in business?

Nice.
No, no, no, listen,

I think I know a way
we can tackle both, I think.

Sophie, try to
get Foss here,

and you guys keep
a tab on Sterling.

Run interference.

Eliot, find us a stable.

Aimee got us the horses. We
need her help to pull this off.

So all of these
are mine?

Well, no. Trainers work with
a lot of different owners,

so only a few of them
will be yours.

But the stables belong to
the trainers, not the owners.

So his office would be
right down there.

You can't even
say my name now?

No, siree.
Whatever.

Uh, and the logos that...

Well, like she said,
my stable.

These stables
are all identical,

the only way to tell them
apart is by trainer logo.

So Hardison faked a couple
of them up this morning.

Anything else you need
so you can wrap this up

and go back to being a
somewhat disappointing memory?

I thought you said
you were fine with this.

I thought you said you were
coming back in three weeks.

Oh, boy,
this is perfect.

Where
the hell is he?

Incoming.

And Sterling.

Electronic locks.
Electronic throttle.

Power steering,
keyless entry.

Oh, you know
what runs all that?

Computers?

Oh, yeah.

Hello? Police?

Listen, I'm at
the racetrack.

Yeah, I just passed
a black van.

I can't be sure, but I think
I heard screaming from inside.

Yeah, and there was blood,

like, all over the back
of the doors.

Sure, yeah,
they could have had guns.

Who knows? Uh, yeah, black
van. Yeah, sure, I'll hold.

He's like Nate.
Evil Nate.

Flee now, talk later.

I sure do appreciate you
coming on such short notice.

Well, how could you...

Gibson. Gibson, listen, we
need to talk about my horse.

And how nice he looks in
his new home here? Huh?

Is that what we gonna talk... Whoa!
Yeah. Not as nice as you, darling,

but good thing there's not a rule
about short skirts in horse stables.

Yeah, let's go talk.

You, I don't remember your
name, but I need your office.

You asked me...
Today.

Today,
not tomorrow, today.

All right, go.

All right, look, my insurance
guy is a real prick. Okay?

He says until
the claim clears,

I can't sell
that last horse.

Yeah, well,
of course he did.

All right, anyway, whatever. Um, I would
like to buy Baltimore back, please, okay?

So here is $40,000.

No, the price went up.
It's two million.

What? Say what?

I got this big deal coming
up, don't I, darling?

And I could use the liquid
cash. Two million bucks.

You know what? You're
ridiculous. You're a joke.

Well, that's the way
we play where I come from.

Listen, why don't you and I,
why don't we go talk about

how much money you're going to make me?

And you, why don't you
call me when you're serious?

Come on there, Kitty.

Oh, you're just
going to go with it,

'cause, yeah, he's a real
charmer. Have a good time.

I'm sorry. I've just
seen that look before.

That's a Bob Gibson special.

What, are you serious? How
do you even put up with that?

He's a little worse this week 'cause
he's got this deal and he, uh...

Anyway, I'm sorry he didn't
sell you your horse back.

And what is this
deal with Kitty?

I can't help
you with that, Mr. Foss.

See, this industry
is changing.

Yep. Wasted my time
with that petty ante crap,

cheap horses, low rent trainers. Okay,
well, you know what I did, though?

I called my hedge fund
buddies up,

and we're going to form investment
portfolios only with horses

and not stocks.

Modernize the sport.
So guys like Bob Gibson

won't know what hit them when
New York money comes to town.

So you do me a favor,
here's how I can help you.

You either join
the revolution,

or you get the hell
out of my way. See ya.

Great news. Not only is Foss
not out of the horse business,

he's bringing in more
money and more partners.

Caught that,
working on it.

You're working on it? You
said that you had a plan.

He just said
he's working on it.

Right, but you convinced my dad
that things were going to be okay,

things have only
gotten worse.

Now, I appreciate you trying
to help, but if you don't know

what you're doing,
just walk away.

At least I know
you're good at that.

You can't let it go, can
you? Can't let it be the past.

No, I was fine until the long
lost hero came back into town.

Your dad called me.
You could have said no.

When did I become
the bad guy?

Huh? You... I left
because you got married.

Oh, yeah, and the first
15 times you left?

I came back, all right?
You're the one that moved on,

so I don't even know why... No
phone calls, no letters, nothing.

Eliot, what kind of
a person does that?

What reasonable
justification could you have

for just dropping off
the planet? Huh?

I was working.

Not good enough.

Hey, just listen to me
just, don't... Oh, don't.

...start with your stuff. You know
you can't get out of this, stop.

Come here.

What about that thing
you did in Kazakhstan?

No, Sterling knows
about that one.

And you're sure this isn't about
sticking it to your old rival?

Because, you know, it's really not
worth putting the rest of us at risk.

No, listen, you know, Sterling is
going to do everything in his power

to take us down,
all right?

And he's going to
take Willie with him.

So, I'm just trying to
come up with some plan

that he doesn't see a mile
away with a blindfold on.

No, same thing as a zebra. They
bite and they never let go...

...in the jungle. Hold it, whoa,
wait, wait. What about Mr. Ed?

Yeah, a talking animal that nobody
else can hear? That never ends badly.

It didn't
turn out badly.

Wilbur loved Mr. Ed.

He loved him like a second
cousin twice removed.

That's it.
That's it, that's it.

What? A talking horse?

No, the lost heir.

What's that?

Classic European scam.

You pose as a long lost
descendent of the royal family,

and when you pull it off, wow,
the payoffs are really good.

Loads of parties, money,

and a fabulous Faberge Egg.

What does that have
to do with horses?

Well, with horses
it's all about bloodlines.

The lost heir
of the royal equine family.

It's going
to be worth millions.

We are going to sell this guy the
greatest horse that never lived.

Go ahead, I know you're
itching to say something.

I like Aimee. I do, I
mean that, I like you both.

I just... I don't know what comes
of chasing the past, you know, Eliot?

Well, Sophie, sweetie,

I don't think you and Nate get
to serve me that particular meal.

Ouch.

We're using Baltimore
as the lost heir.

I hacked into
the IFHA website,

that's the database with
all the horses' bloodlines.

Now all that information
is linked on numbers

to microchips
in the horse's neck.

Now we'll link Baltimore's
microchip number to a fake horse

with a great bloodline.

Then we'll disguise the white
stripe on his face with some paint...

No, that's not going to work. His
lungs are still messed up from the fire.

Well, he can still run.

He can run, but Foss is
going to see how slow he is.

That paint thing, that's
not going to hold up

if he gets close enough
to scan the chip.

We need to find a horse that can
run like a champion, I mean...

What about that horse
from the other day?

Uh, Kentucky Fried Chicken?

Kentucky Thunder.

Well, that's what I said.

Oh, we steal an actual
championship racehorse

in order to fake another
championship racehorse.

Ooh, I like it.

Ooh, Todd.
Lena Waters.

Todd Hazen, right?
Kentucky Thunder's trainer?

Yes, can I help you
with something?

Great, well,
we're all set.

Set?

Well, you are ready for
the interview, aren't you?

Excuse me?

Well, my office has been
calling you all day.

I've set up an interview
with Sports Illustrated.

A couple years ago
all the cell phone companies

went digital with
their voicemail systems.

Man, it was like somebody put a
brand new swing set on my playground.

Damn it.

Like I said,
been calling you all day.

I heard you, ma'am.

So, listen, the reporter's going to
be at the turf club any second now...

I hear you.

Thank you. Um, listen,
if he's not there,

please wait for him
for half an hour.

Maybe an hour or two.
Have a snack.

Any sign of Sterling?

No, all clear.

Parker?

Nope.

What about these guys? Any
trouble getting them here?

Well, the little one has a
bladder the size of a peanut.

She had to go to the bathroom
three times on the way.

And once
when we got here.

You ever hear of
the Beijing Jockey Club?

Yeah, flew out there a few years
back with a couple of buddies.

Met with the founder,
J.P. Chang.

He was trying to start
this horse hedge fund.

He had the right idea,
wrong investment.

Yep, imported 600 horses. All
the best bloodlines in the world.

Yeah, for all the good
that did them.

Communist government cracks down a
year later, kills every single horse.

Six hundred thoroughbred
racehorses dead,

and nobody makes one cent
on the insurance payouts.

That is the real tragedy,
my friend.

They didn't kill
600 horses.

They killed 599.

What?

That's the surviving horse.

That time beats every derby
winner in the last decade.

His name's Fei Kuai,
born September 15th.

That's a month before
the others were killed.

Those are
the original owners.

They're trying to unload him
before the government finds him.

What? And they're trying
to sell it to Gibson?

For a fraction
of what he's worth.

No, no way,
not happening.

Do you get Internet
on your phone, Mr. Foss?

Yes.

Pull up the IFHA website,
I'll tell you why.

Every thoroughbred worldwide has
their bloodlines registered there.

Punch in that number
right there,

that'll give you the
bloodlines of this horse.

8-9-9-3-3.

Native Dancer, War Admiral, Secretariat.

You got to be...
This horse is a Kennedy.

Yeah. You're going to
start a franchise, Mr. Foss,

this is the horse
you need.

What did we find out
about his investment group?

Six investors.

They each matched Foss, two
million dollar seed money.

They put Foss in charge.

All right, Sophie,
get in there.

He's got $12 million
with your name on it.

Mr. Foss, how nice
to see you again.

Brad.
Miss Katherine.

Pardon us, but, uh, we need to get
this horse back to his stable now.

Hold it right there,
Kitty Cat.

I want to buy your horse. Whatever Gibson
offered you, I want to give you more.

I'm sorry
to disappoint you,

but Mr. Gibson offered them
$11 million.

Great,
12 million by tomorrow.

If you have the money by
tomorrow, the horse is yours.

Yes. Slap it, slap it.

Of course.

In the Chinese culture it is
customary to take a picture together

when you transfer property.

What are you... Hell, yeah,
come on, let's do it right now.

Take it. Let's do it.

Smile.

You got to go again?
Of course, you do.

It's right on in there, right around
the corner. Go on. Go on ahead.

You know, I couldn't
believe it at first.

Sterling. Welcome.

But then again, you did drink
yourself right out of a job.

Lost your house, your wife,
plenty of money troubles.

Keep talking. You'll get
to the point eventually.

You crossed the line. Nathan
Ford is a common criminal.

Oh, common.
Well, that's just hurtful.

I spoke to my client tonight. Do
you want to know what I told him?

I don't think
you told him anything.

'Cause if you had proof that Foss
started the fire, you'd be gone already.

And I don't think you'd risk a two million
dollar payout just to stick it to me.

No, I think you probably
did what you always do.

You gave your client just
enough rope, just enough,

to hang himself.

Am I right?

This time, Nate, I think
there's just enough rope for two.

There's no way to fake
the numbers on that chip.

You faked it before.

No, no, no, I faked the
information on the database.

Okay, now when Foss scans that
chip, if it's not the same number

that showed up before...
Oh, we're screwed.

Basically. Now either we cut the chip out of
the horse and insert it into another one...

Or we deliver
Kentucky Thunder.

Well, we're not a library, we can't
just take horses in and out as we like.

Kentucky Thunder's gone.

What?
Racing?

Worse. Stud farm.

Oh, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

All right, we're not going to get
Foss to write a $12 million check

for an empty horse trailer. This
doesn't work without Kentucky Thunder.

So we're going to stall.

No.

What do you mean, no?
Sterling's going to catch on.

Foss is going to get
cold feet, man.

No, we have a chance,
we got to get this horse.

Okay, listen, I am not going to
jeopardize the rest of the team

because you have something to prove
to your high school sweetheart.

It's just not
going to happen.

Oh, and you're not trying to
prove something to Sterling.

You're not trying to prove
something to the world

every time we help
somebody out?

We're all trying to prove
something, just being here with you.

If it gets too close
I will pull the plug,

and you and you
will walk away.

And that will be that.

And you, or do you have
something to prove, too?

Myself, you arrogant
son of a bitch.

Can you hack it?

Hack the lock? Nice.

You still really don't
understand what I do, do you?

Parker, you're going to have
to go in through the air duct.

Drop down, let us in.

But the horses
are in there.

No, no, no. There's a back room,
there won't be any horses in there.

We need you to do this. I
need you to do this. Please.

Looks like Parker's going to have
to crawl through the air duct again.

God forbid anyone else
would have to learn

how to frickin' crawl on their
stomach through a tiny space.

It's not rocket science,
people.

Parker, you realize that
we can still hear you.

Aimee, I found
Kentucky Thunder.

He's a really, really big
horse. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, yeah, sometimes they keep them
in there before he gets teased.

I don't want to be in a stall with
a horse that's about to be teased.

We're running
out of time, Parker.

Oh, my...

Parker, hurry up.

See, you're not
dead, good.

Don't be silly.

Horses are much less murderous
than I originally thought.

Alan, when I met you at the races
the other day, I said to myself,

"Kitty, now this is a man who
is going to take you places. "

Are we going
the right way?

Darling, I'm quite
familiar with these stables.

We're just taking
a little shortcut.

Sterling is going
to meet us here,

and a few investors
are coming, too.

They can't wait
to meet Fei Kuai.

And here we are.

I've never come this
way before. It's funny.

I'm just going to go
check on the truck.

You stay right here.
Right here.

Hey, did you get him
turned around enough?

I think so.

He doesn't seem that
familiar with the stables.

Okay, Foss is in place.
Where are you?

We're close.
Any minute now.

Listen, the hauler's going
to be here in five minutes.

If you're not here, Foss is
going to open up an empty trailer

and there will be
no lost heir.

I said we'll be there.

Hardison, show me
what you're looking at.

I'll be damned.

We going to jail.

My father lost his job,
he lost his horses,

and now he's going to have
to visit me in jail. Great.

Well, on the bright side you have
all of us to keep you company.

Hey, nobody's
going to jail.

I promise you.
We're going to make it.

Where...

All right, all right,
we're not going to make it.

I'm pulling the plug. Eliot, bring
the horse back to the stud farm,

meet us at
the rendezvous spot.

Uh, boss, we might have
a hard time with that.

Why?

Oh, great. Great job not
getting emotionally attached

or doing anything stupid.

It's the front gate.
The hauler's here.

Oh, perfect,
right on time.

No, and we got Sterling
showing up any second.

Now, listen, this
thing was... It's over.

So we're going to do the
blow off right now because...

Pony Express is
never late, boss.

Did I tell you
I was going to kill you?

Come on.

Okay, we're back on.

Gibson called.
He's upset.

He really had his eye
on that horse.

But I guess
the best man won.

Well, you know,
I have a way of...

Things have a way of
going in my direction.

Just lucky, I guess.
I guess.

Mr. Foss, I got something you
might want to take a look at.

Yeah, I figured
you would.

You might as well double check before
my insurance investigator takes a look.

You wouldn't want anything to
go wrong, right? Good thinking.

8-9-9-3-3.

Thank you.

So, ready to make
this official?

Yes, I am.

Just sign here
and initial there.

Now there's just that
small matter of $12 million.

Twelve million
coming right at you.

Why that is
a lovely string of zeros.

My friends will be
very pleased.

Right down here...

I'm afraid I have some
unfortunate news, Mr. Foss.

Hey, Sterling, not right now,
okay? I'm showing them the horse.

The horse you have in
there is not from China,

and it's definitely not the
lost heir of Secretariat.

What are you
talking about?

That horse is
Kentucky Thunder.

What?

That ain't
Kentucky Thunder.

Well, of course, it isn't,
it's Fei Kuai.

0-2-2-1-3.

Hey, obviously your
scanner isn't working.

0-2-2-1-3.

Okay, I just put
the horse in here.

How is this happening?

What is going on, Foss?

How am I supposed to know?
What horse is this?

They need a man like
myself to show them vision.

It's Baltimore.

Um, excuse me.

That's impossible. Because I
lost Baltimore in a poker game.

Well, it looks like
you just bought him back.

And you tried to insure
him for $12 million.

In a previous claim you insured
this very same horse for $200,000.

And that's insurance fraud.

I'm going to have to deny
your claim on the fire.

I think you owe these
gentlemen an explanation.

I think he owes us
$10 million.

Whoa, wait. Hold on!

If you just... This
is not... This isn't...

We're going
to get the money back.

Oh, we're going to get
the money back.

You're on the hook for fraud,
you'll pay the debt.

Ten million is all
I have left.

We'll settle for that.

Looks good, all right.

And, uh, we got you just a little
bit of cash to get your stable going.

Twelve million more will
be in your bank account.

And here is
your first horse.

This is legal?

Absolutely. The fraud
invalidates the second sale,

ownership reverts back to the previous
owner, me, and I'm giving him to you.

I don't know
what to say.

Next horse I get,
I'm naming him Mr. Ford.

Mr. Ford...

Well, uh, I look forward to
putting a little money on Mr. Ford.

All right, okay.

Eliot?

Yeah, uh, can I...
Could you give me a...

Yeah, yeah, just, yeah.

So, I was wrong.

I don't think I've ever
heard you say that before.

Wrong about what,
exactly?

You're never going to be
the kind to settle down.

But, uh, I'm glad
you found a family.

The... Those guys?

I'm just sorry
it couldn't be me.

* Livin' with me,
it ain't easy

* But I do it every day

* And sometimes even now

* I wanna run away

* But there you are

* You're tryin' to please me

* And you stand your ground

* It's more than I deserve

Nice move with the
tourists and the camera.

Did you have to hide in Hardison's
trunk all week to pull that off?

Your crack team
handed me that one.

Little sloppy letting her
have bathroom breaks.

And bringing
Kentucky Thunder's trainer?

Well, that wrapped
things up nicely for us.

Made you look like an
idiot, but helped us out.

And the paperwork that you had
Foss sign helped me save the company

a pile of money
in the payout.

And you know from personal experience
just how much they hate to write a check.

Look, it's terrible
what happened to your son.

No one's denying that.

Suffering doesn't
automatically make you a hero.

I never claimed to be.

You just think
you're above the law.

Oh, no. I like to think of it as
I pick up where the law leaves off.

I'm not going to be
so nice next time.

Hmm.

Neither will I.