Epilogue:

Face is sitting on the couch working his shoulder. The colder climate of Virginia often makes the old injury ache. Murdock glances his way, but doesn't comment on it. He himself often feels his old battle injuries play up, and the older he becomes the worse it gets.
With a cold beer in their hands they are practically glued to the television set watching the Kentucky Derby. Hannibal and B.A look on contently, while Frankie has no clue why the duo suddenly is so interested in horse racing.

"Did ya bet on the horse I told you to?" Murdock asks while taking a swig of his beer.
"I'm a grown man, thank you very much!" Face gripes at his best friend. "I can make my own decisions…!"
Murdock looks at his friend in disbelief. "Why don't ya trust me on this?"
"I… I don't know…" The conman sighs dismissively. "I beat you at cards every single time, why can't I beat you here." He adds with a whine.
"Because you like them slow ponies!" Murdock throws up his free hand.
"No, no, no, no… I picked a sure winner this time." Face whacks his friends arm. "Look they are going to start!"

"And their off!" The announcer starts rattling off names in quick succession and very soon a light grey horse takes the lead. "'It's a sure winner' is leading with two lengths, it sure is a sight to behold ladies and gentlemen…"
Face turns to Murdock with a wide smirk on his face. He salutes the pilot with his beer bottle and takes a swig.
"But what's this?! This new and upcoming runner is creeping up on 'It's a sure winner', I can't get a number… And…yes… YES he passed 'It's a sure winner'…" Face spits out his mouthful of beer, earning him a disgusted look from Frankie.
"It's number 17 in the lead with a head length… And it's down to the wire… Oh this is really something, oh my I've never seen such a tight race… and… Yes 'I love it when a plan comes together' wins the race…!"

Face is staring at the TV with his eyes wide open and his jaw slack.
Murdock starts giggling and soon ends up laughing so hard tears are running down his face. He sags to the floor clutching his stomach, laughing hysterically.
"How… hahaha… how much did ya bet…?" He gasps out between bouts of laughter.
Face looks at his friend on the floor and then to the colonel who is waving a betting sheet, looking like the cat who ate the canary. Seeing identical betting sheets, and matching grins, in both Frankie and B.A.'s hands, he angrily slams his beer on the table and storms out, making Murdock laugh even harder.

Hannibal turns to Frankie. "See I told you, I love it when a plan comes together."