Doc Most of the guys in here have nothing. Never had to start with. But you, you had everything they ever dreamed of. And you threw it all away. Doc Some of the boys have a crap in the night, wrap it and airmail it out the window. Doc Yeah, three across, four letters: acid. The governor lets Sykes get his "Racing Times" and other papers special delivery. He thinks it helps Sykes work out form and give him tips. He doesn't know that they're pre-soaked in acid.