Bet Your Life Page #2

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Look at this town.

Gambling is a fifty-five billion

dollar a year industry.

Question is why.

Why do we do it?

Why do you do it?

What do you want?

Who are you people?

The question is, who are you.

Sonny Briggs.

Former pro quarterback

until an injury

in the second half of that playoff game

put an end to all your dreams.

Tell me, is that when you got bit by

the gambling bug, Sonny?

Looking for one adrenaline

rush to replace another?

When you place a bet, are you back on

that field, your life ahead of you.

So full of potential...

- possibilities.

- How do you know all that stuff about me?

It's a little gambler's

database we use here.

You know, I lost a bet on

that playoff game.

Guess I should have

bet against you, huh?

Screw you.

I'm outta here.

Just one last question

before you leave.

How does it feel

to kill a man?

- What are you talking about?

- Let me refresh your memory.

Broke, burdened by gambling debts,

desperate for cash,

murdered a man in the

alley of this casino tonight.

You then proceeded to take his

player's card, the very same

card that is in your

pocket right now.

The same card that has your

fingerprints all over it.

Sonny...

- or should I say Mr. Patterson?

- Peterson.

Peterson.

Does any of this sound familiar?

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

You're nuts.

I'm just telling you what I saw in the alley...

and I did see you take that poor man's card.

It was you. You're the damn shooter.

You killed that guy in the alley.

I wonder what the cops will think when

they're presented with this evidence.

I don't know what's

going on here.

And to be quite honest, I really

don't want to know.

C'mon, it's too late for that now.

I didn't even see your

face out there.

We'll forget any of this

happened, alright?

Alright. Go right ahead.

Go on, go, go home.

It's going to take a lot more than money

to patch things up with Salvatore.

Wonder just how long you're gonna

last with his goons gunning for you.

What do you want from me?

Bingo.

Gambling and football are games.

One requires luck,

the other skill.

But what they both share in common

is that the game stays

the same, only the

outcome changes.

That's what keeps us

coming back for more.

That's why we're

hooked, right?

Why are you telling

me all of this?

Because I want to play

a game with you.

What kind of game?

A game where the outcome won't

depend on the spin of the wheel

or the roll of the dice.

It'll depend on you Sonny.

Your moves. The decisions you make.

Be just like old times.

- What are you getting at?

- You ever read any Hemingway?

It's fascinating,

the carnal behavioral patterns

during the thrill

of the kill.

The love of the hunt, even for the prey.

I'm afraid I'm not following you.

Quite simply, I want to hunt you.

I want to hunt you down

like an animal, Sonny.

I want to match my wits

against yours.

If I catch you, I kill you

If you can outmaneuver me, stay

alive for the next twenty-four hours...

you will win two point

four million dollars.

That is one hundred

thousand for every hour.

Now, the stakes are high,

but so are the rewards.

This is some kind of joke, right?

Only if the dead guy in the alley

is a punch line, yeah.

He was playing

your game?

And quite well I

might add.

If he had stayed alive for another ten

minutes, he'd be a rich man now.

Why do you do this?

I'm a gambler, like you.

No, I don't-I don't

hurt people.

Really? What about

your ex-wife?

Your friends, family and all that people

you conned and borrowed money from.

I bet they'd have a

different story to tell.

Nothing personal, but you're insane if

you think I'd sign up for this.

Ah, let me show you something

that might change your mind.

Two point four million dollars.

Minus a two percent

transaction fee.

They always get you with those hidden

fees, don't they Alex?

Yeah. It's a b*tch.

I hope this isn't a deal breaker.

- We don't have a deal.

- Think about it for one second, alright.

What do you really

have to lose here?

You owe large sums of money to

several banks and institutions.

If the government

catches up with you,

you will probably be

jailed for unpaid taxes.

Not to mention the strong possibility

of doing life in prison

for the murder of a man in

a Las Vegas alley.

That's if the loan sharks don't

catch up to you first.

- Why do you want to kill me?

- I don't want to kill you.

If I wanted to kill you I'd do

it right here, right now.

I want to hunt

you, Sonny.

I'm giving you the opportunity

of a lifetime here.

Look you can take your chances with

me and possibly turn your life around.

Or you can go back to your old life,

what's left of it that is.

Twenty-four hours. Just survive

twenty-four hours, that's it?

- To the second, yeah.

- And I get two point four million?

You got it kid.

- How long a head start?

- Fifteen minutes.

- Alright, I'm in.

- Splendid.

I never had a doubt.

- What is this?

- Paperwork.

It's an agreement which contains all

the rules of the game.

Call it honor among thieves.

All you need to do is autograph that

and we should be ready to go.

Oh, one more rule.

Uh, no police.

If you contact the cops, we might harm

one of your friends or relatives.

Anything else you want

to share with me?

No. That's it. I hate a complicated

game, don't you?

That's your copy. Keep it

with you at all times.

You're going to need

that to collect.

If I were you, I wouldn't waste much

time, the clock is ticking.

Get moving.

Ah, Sonny, don't make such a face.

It's going to be fun.

Yeah, I bet it will.

- See you in twenty-four.

- You bet your life.

Viva

Viva Las Vegas

C'mon. Faster.

C'mon, c'mon.

Go. Go.

Are you out of your mind?

Thank you for visiting

the ToWer Casino.

And remember, What happens in

Vegas, stays in Vegas.

See I told you.

- You're late.

- You're early.

- Come on.

- Whoa, what's the big rush man?

- So where's psycho-chick with the gun?

- I've been asking myself the same.

- How would you like that sir?

- I don't care just make it quick.

- Where you parked?

- Out front.

I gotta first drop off a couple

of prom kids at an after-party.

Don't sweat it.

I'm taking a cab.

Sir, are you interested in upgrading

your Player's Club Membership?

Buddy, don't you see

I'm in a hurry here.

I'm sorry. Just get me

my money, OK.

What's gotten into you?

I've never seen you like this.

I gotta get to the airport ASAP.

What?

I thought you were broke.

Man, who did you rip off?

For putting up

with my crap.

Gee, thanks. Now you only owe

me like what, six gees?

Don't push it.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

You know what, those two

prom kids can wait.

I'm not gonna let my best friend wait

for a cab when I have a limo here.

Thanks, but it's too dangerous.

Too dangerous? To the airport?

We ride.

Ready to have some fun.

Wait a minute.

We're... missing something.

Alright.

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