Flutter

Why are you

doing this to us?

I'm not gonna kill him.

I can't!

Some people are casual gamblers.

They just enjoy

the occasional flutter.

For me, it's about

playing the odds,

taking a calculated risk.

Morning.

It lives.

Barely.

I take it

we didn't win.

If we'd have won,

I would've woke you.

So who won?

Magnetic Moll.

Top of the head,

nine to four.

Well, let's hope you have

some better luck tonight.

- It's not luck. It's a science.

- Whatever you say, dear.

Oh, f***in' hell!

What's wrong?

What have you done?

I feel

I've cracked a tooth.

Well, you shouldn't

read and eat, should you?

Can we sue 'em?

There's a disclaimer

on the box,

and the apple's blue

to stop idiots eating it.

Got a new client the other day. He's

a dentist. You should go and see him.

- You know I hate going to the dentist.

- Stop moaning. Just go see him.

I'll call you later.

All right?

All right.

Bye.

11:
37 AM. I've got bets

on dogs across the country.

Southern Terry, Here Today, Contact

Man, Baron Dom and Magic Christian,

all to win.

12:
10. Fourth, third,

sixth and second.

Down another 250. Tooth feels

like it's been split in half.

One last chance.

12:
15. Photo finish.

Second.

What I need now

is a good tip.

This way,

Mr. Marlowe.

Oh.

First time's a charm.

Nancy, would you

prepare the GIC?

Thanks.

I don't think that should

take too much to fix.

You into dog racing then?

As a matter of fact, I am. Why?

You a greyhound man yourself?

Yeah, I, uh, enjoy the occasional

flutter every now and then.

Well, I have two passions

in my life...

dentistry and dogs.

Or canines and canines.

So to speak.

Funny.

No, my practice

affords us...

a small but, if I may say so,

successful kennel.

You can always

tell our dogs because...

we've named them after teeth.

We have The Incisor.

We have Lower Molar.

Come to think of it, we have

a young b*tch running tonight...

named after

the very tooth you damaged...

Upper Wisdom.

Really?

- She worth a go then?

- I'd say. Go ahead and rinse.

She's drawn

the inside.

Nothing'll

catch her.

And there it was.

A tip straight from

the dentist's mouth.

How could I possibly

ignore that?

All right, John. Thanks, mate.

There's only one place you can

make the most of a good tip.

That's the track. That's where

you'll find the serious money.

All right, John?

Evenin', fellas.

All right, John? Terry.

All right.

What you reckon?

No, mate, it's a mutt. No stamina

over that distance. Fair enough.

Whereas that is a much better

dog than they're letting on.

In fact, I'm gonna have

a piece of that. Nice one.

All right, Zaf, mate. What you

doin' on the five dog in the 8:30?

I'll do you six to four. Yeah, go on.

There you go.

Thanks, mate.

You all right, John? Usual? Yeah.

Busy night, innit? Yeah.

Can't complain, mate.

Adrian's upstairs.

No,

you're all right.

Yes, mate?

Told ya.

Yeah. Cheers, mate.

"Friends and relatives in the world of show

biz were shocked and distressed yesterday... "

Don't start.

"by the sudden death of the comedian

Hank Hardy, who passed away on Tuesday. "

Hank Hardy.

You're f***ing kidding me.

Basic rule of having a death

pool... never choose the pope.

It's a novice's mistake,

John.

I'm surprised at you.

Well, you're not getting paid

now. All my money's tied up.

Charming.

Well, shall we

adjourn to the track?

Form please, Wagner!

In the 7:
30

dog six is the favorite.

He's not very good in the wet.

There's gonna be five dogs.

This race is classed

as a grade-A4 race.

If you look at the form,

he's doing way better...

What the f*** is that? What's what?

That's Stan's spot.

What's she done with Stan?

- She's better looking than Stan.

- I've run things over that are better looking than Stan.

I'll go and investigate,

shall I?

The dogs are out now for our

fourth race on the race card.

It's the 8:
15... Danny

Chapman and Wedding Stakes.

Distance tonight is 480 meters

and is classed as a grade-A2 race.

All right?

Where's Stan?

What?

- I said, where's Stan?

- I'm Stan.

No, Stan was fat and bald,

and you're... you're

neither of those things.

I'm the new Stan.

So where's the old Stan?

He had some,

uh, bad luck.

All right, what are you, uh...

what are you doing on Upper Wisdom?

- Do you tens.

- Yeah, all right. I'll have some of that.

Eight hundred to win.

I'm John.

I'll have

number two dog, please.

Isn't Stan a bit of an

odd name for a woman?

Considering your name means "toilet,"

I don't think you're one to judge.

What you doing

on trap five?

Do you fours.

Won't be too long

till they're off now.

- So?

- What was she like?

Well, she's American,

and that's Stan.

That's not Stan. Stan was fat

and bald. That's what I said.

But that's the new Stan, and she's

offering tens on Upper Wisdom...

when everyone else

was offering nines.

- You can't argue with that, can you?

- Upper Wisdom? You're mad!

- She's got no form.

- What, at tens, mate?

I hate

those printed receipts.

All the f***ing poetry's been

drained out of this sport.

Here we go.

Away they go!

Come on, come on,

come on.

Oh, look out!

Come on. Come on.

F***in' hell.

8,000.

Number two, Lover's Charm.

You could at least have the

decency to gloat, rub it in a bit.

Come on.

We would.

8,000,

plus your stake... 8,800.

F*** me. Look at all that money.

I almost feel guilty

taking this much off of you.

- Could always give it back.

No, you're all right.

Come on then.

Least you can do is buy us

all a curry. Yeah, why not?

Thanks.

Gonna buy me one

too?

I mean, you did take

all my money.

It doesn't seem right,

a woman being a bookie.

Why not?

It isn't natural.

Actually,

it's a wonderful thing.

All I do is bat my eyelashes and I take

double the money of any other bookie.

I wouldn't bet with someone

just 'cause they were a woman.

Yes, you would.

Yeah.

Yeah, I probably would, yeah.

Who's the lucky girl?

Uh, that's Helen.

She's, uh... She's great.

Gonna treat her to something

nice with your winnings?

Yeah, of course.

Have to keep

the little lady happy, huh?

But the whole point is that the

injury has to be caused by negligence.

So? Negligence by your employer.

We have to prove it was their fault.

Then we can claim compensation.

Mmm.

You've already stated that at lunchtime you

drank in excess of nine pints of lager...

and that your fall was "almost certainly

a result of your 'intoxification'."

So how exactly is that

negligence by your employer?

They shouldn't have asked me to do

any work in that state. I was hammered.

Where were you

last night?

I'm sorry, love.

Things got a bit stupid, and

I ended up on Adrian's couch.

Oh, I see.

With Wagner.

Promise.

I've got something to

show you. Follow me.

Just look into my eyes.

Follow me.

Don't trip off the curb.

And sniff the roses.

What's all this?

How much did we win?

It doesn't matter. Yes, it

does. You know the rules.

Always tell Helen the truth.

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