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Hey, looks like

that cowboy's a goner.

Mark Allen.

Chip Woolley.

You from around here?

No. You?

Hey!

Hey, darling.

Listen, if you're not busy...

All right then.

What do you say we finish this

and get the hell out of here?

Yeah. That sounds good.

Ow!

Whoo!

Been a pleasure.

You can say that again.

All right.

Thanks, man. You saved my ass.

I owe you one.

Is that you?

That's me.

You ride the circuit?

Bulls. You?

Bareback. I'll see you back

at the grounds.

Nah. No more rodeo for me.

Pop's into oil up in Alaska.

Thinks we're going

to strike it rich.

Yeah, you're gonna freeze

your ass off up there.

Yeah, probably.

Uh-oh.

Take it easy, man.

Yeah, you too.

Hey! Don't go picking

no fights with them grizzlies!

Whoo!

Well, how'd he do?

He's kinda lazy.

Looks like he's falling asleep.

When is the race?

Sunday.

You know, maybe, uh...

Maybe try some

of those vitamins.

You got it, jefe.

Well, with two claims, a bowed tendon,

and our biggest owner walking away...

I'd say we in a world of hurt,

little brother.

We don't get more horses to train,

we gonna be out of business.

Well, we got four running

this week.

Should be favored

on a couple of 'em.

We're 0 for 28 this meet.

We got three seconds.

See... What don't you

understand, huh?

Owners don't wanna run second.

They want their picture taken.

That'd be

in the winner's circle.

Give me another one, Gus.

We ain't running

the tab tonight.

Man, you sure are getting

tight around here.

Huh?

Last one.

You're in my will.

Uh-huh.

So, Chip, you got

any long shots for us?

Oh, you're kidding.

That's all he's ever got.

Last time he won a race,

my wife was a virgin.

Oh.

That's funny,

'cause I heard she still was.

Oh.

I'm all in.

Oh ho!

Looks like we a bit short.

I'll give you the rest

next week, Miguel. Sorry, man.

Hey, there, boys.

Lookee here.

Huh?

Who says gambling don't pay?

Where'd that come from?

That... That right there

is evidence of some

serious card sharking.

Those boys down at Gus's,

they don't know what hit 'em.

I drew two flushes,

two on the river,

and I wiped them suckers out.

Well, we got a race tomorrow

and you can barely stand up.

God! Stop your bitching, Bill!

I won, didn't I?

Our losing streak

is over. You?

You just gotta have

a little faith.

And it's Faith Be

Gone by a length and a half.

Well, you just don't see

that every day, folks.

Down and Dirty fell to his knees

and still won by five lengths.

And it's another win

by You Gotta Be Kidding Me,

giving him three wins in a row.

Twist the Night Away got up for second,

Topanga Canyon rallied nicely for third.

Don't worry, honey. It's just a slump.

Everybody has them.

Hmm.

Things will turn around for you.

Yeah, I don't know, Rosa Lee.

It don't feel like it this time.

Hmm. You'll see.

It's been

a lackluster year so far,

but sales are beginning

to pick up.

Two more of the highest priced horses at

auction in Ruidoso were picked up today

by Mark Allen

and his Double Eagle Ranch.

This past Friday,

12 horses were sold...

I know that guy.

What guy?

Mark Allen.

Sounds like he's putting together

a nice string of horses.

I don't suppose you remember me.

Chip Woolley.

I'll be damned.

How could I forget you?

Oh.

I can't believe it.

Charlie, this here's an old

friend of mine, Chip Woolley.

This is Charlie Figueroa,

this is my right-hand man.

Nice to meet ya.

Yeah, likewise.

Well, this is crazy.

Mm-hmm.

How you been?

Good. Real good.

You know, I heard you's back

from Alaska.

Seems you done all right.

Well, there's a lot of oil

up there.

I'll tell you though,

I miss the ponies.

Yeah? Well, the talk

is you got quite a stable.

Yeah, I think we got

a few runners. We will see.

How about you?

What have you been up to?

Well, me and my brother,

we got us a place down by Sunland.

Yeah?

I've been training some.

Yeah? How's that going?

Not bad.

Win some, lose some.

I hear ya.

You know, you, uh...

You ever need another trainer

or, uh, someone

to watch your back...

Well... I might at that.

Listen, why don't you

stick around tonight?

We got us a little party

going on.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Yeah? Good. Come on.

Yeah, you tell it.

You tell it. I'll tell it.

But you tell it better than me.

So I'm with my crazy cousin here...

You're gonna tell it anyway.

...at his favorite bar

in Mexico, right?

He's been ordering four

shots of tequila at a time.

Now, he's drinking two,

throwing the rest on me.

We are liquored up

inside and out. Right?

Kelly's gotta take a leak,

so he gets up.

I gotta go too,

so I follow him into the can.

Bano.

The place is packed.

There's nowhere to go and I can't wait,

so I start pissing all over

the back of Kelly's jeans.

No, no, no, no, no.

Now, I'm thinking it's funny

as hell until he turns around.

It ain't Kelly.

Sh*t.

You got a couple of good shiners

that night. Yes, I did.

A couple of broken ribs, too.

Hey, you're lucky you ain't dead.

Hey.

Here's my lucky charm.

How you doing, Mark?

I missed seeing you these last

couple of weeks. Where you been?

I've been at the races.

You're always at the races.

Well, baby girl,

that's the horse business.

Yeah? Well, when do we get

to horse around?

Uh-oh.

Oh.

So, what are we

waiting for, boys?

Ah! I can't get anything

to drop!

You boys still thirsty?

Hell, yeah!

Yes, ma'am.

That's my girl, Sandy.

You're the best, babe.

Sandy?

Who the hell is Sandy?

I said who the hell is Sandy?

You don't remember my name,

do you?

What?

Do you?

Is it Claire?

Oh, God.

Hey, man. Stop!

Ow!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Wait, stop! Wait!

It's Misty, right?

Oh, you son-of...

All right, it's Connie.

It's Sally and...

Hey!

Stop! Wait!

I'm kidding.

I... I know your...

Tammy?

Ah, Lord!

Ugh!

I got this.

Sh*t...

Yeah?

Hey, Mark, Keith Krupper here.

Sorry to call so late,

but a horse just crossed my desk.

This just couldn't wait.

Shoot.

He's a two-year-old thoroughbred,

won four in a row.

You know I race quarter horses.

I got no interest in thoroughbreds.

He's a stakes winner,

just voted the best two-year-old in Canada.

Name's Mine That Bird.

His daddy, Birdstone,

won the Belmont.

What's the catch?

He's all American,

bred in Kentucky.

He can't run the big races

in Canada as a three-year-old.

That's crazy.

But the kicker is he's eligible to

run the Juvenile Breeders' Cup.

A two million dollar race,

the whole world will be watching.

How much they want for him?

$500,000.

But I might be able

to get them to take four.

You need to see him, Mark.

Tell you what,

I'll send my trainer up to take a look.

But no promises.

Great.

I'll talk to you soon.

Tower, November 3-4...

Welcome, Mr. Woolley.

Please, make yourself at home.

Thank you.

Can I get you anything

to drink before we take off?

Mmm-hmm.

Bird's been real special

for me. He's real special.

Knew what he was supposed

to do from the word go.

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