Bet Your Life Page #2
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2004
- 120 min
- 48 Views
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
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
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.
All you need to do is autograph that
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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