Two Minutes

Jimmy Moran is a Louisville real estate agent pushed to the edge — commissions dried up, reputation crumbling, a daughter, a son, and a business that isn’t paying the bills. The biggest single-day cash haul in American sports runs past him every year. During the week of the Kentucky Derby, nearly half a billion dollars are wagered at Churchill Downs, and Jimmy figures they won’t miss a little off the top. He assembles a crew of individuals each living inside their own version of “broke,” and during the fastest two minutes in sports — the running of the Kentucky Derby — while all eyes are on the race and not on the cash, they make their move.

Ten years ago, Jimmy Moran sold houses in Louisville’s Highlands neighborhood. Now he can’t afford to live there. Divorced and broke, he tears bread at Volare so his kids Ireland and Shamus can eat full plates — and neither of them notices. He doesn’t plan a heist because he’s clever. He plans it because he’s a father who’s run out of ways to say yes.

He recruits six friends, each carrying their own version of broke. Steve, his best friend, living on Jimmy’s couch and masking sadness with comedy. Riley — just fired, underestimated her whole life. Alex, a veteran whose stutter disappears when it matters. Anthony — Alex’s best friend, finishing Alex’s sentences before he can say them. Marco, a general contractor with a presence nobody can quite place. Teddy, Anthony’s brother, working inside the building.

On Derby Day, for exactly two minutes, 170,000 people watch the race and the entire building looks the other way. One cloned badge. A stolen ambulance. A fire alarm in Millionaire’s Row. A horse tunnel nobody remembers exists.