Flutter Page #6
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2011
- 86 min
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A bet's a bet, John.
Come on, Stan. Have a heart. We're
talking about my marriage here.
Which is up sh*t creek 'cause you
sent a f***ing picture to Helen.
And why would you do that?
- Actually, that wasn't me. That was Bruno.
- Yeah, but why?
Why do you think?
- It was a bet.
- Exactly.
And a bet's a bet.
You agreed to it.
I agreed to it.
You knew the risk
you were taking, John,
and you have to follow a bet
through to the end.
Adrian knew that.
What do you mean,
Adrian knew?
Oh, my God.
You did kill Adrian.
No. Electricity killed Adrian.
Greed killed Adrian.
I just gave him
good odds.
Wagner was right.
"Wagner was right. "
Oh. Look at the time. I
think you're gonna enjoy this.
Is that Wagner?
What the f*** is going on?
You're just in time
for the first race.
Which one do you like?
This is sick.
What are you doing?
Come on, John. I'll give you
a free bet on this one.
Can't believe
you're doing this.
I quite like trap five.
Seems eager.
Stan.
Go!
Yeah!
Whoo!
Told you. Trap five. This is disgusting.
Oh, lighten up, John.
It's just a little flutter.
Come on, Stan. Give me back my
wedding ring. Please. I'm begging you.
Now, I'm not
an unreasonable person.
Maybe I could offer you
a solution.
Go on. Anything.
Oi. Just let me do
this one more bet,
and you can have
anything you want.
Unfortunately,
you have nothing to bet with.
You can have anything you want
as a stake, Stan. Just name it.
Anything?
Anything.
Okay.
What about you?
What do you mean, what about me? You.
You put yourself up as
a stake. I don't get it.
Your soul.
What?
Your soul.
That's the stake for the bet.
What are you talking about, my
soul? You can't bet on a soul.
That's the stake.
Take it or leave it, John.
All right. What the f***. I don't
even believe in the soul anyway.
So come on then.
What's the bet?
Think you'll like
this one.
Bruno?
Oh, what the f***
are you doing?
Stop!
Freddie's not looking so good,
is he, John?
I said what the f***
are you doing with him?
One last bet.
That's what you wanted.
So here it is,
double or quits.
What's he doing here?
Isn't it obvious?
He's the bet.
- Wh-What are you doing? -
Relax. There's nothing in there.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing but air.
So what's the bet?
Simple, really.
Chances are Freddie's
not gonna get any better.
So I'm betting you can't do
the decent thing...
send him on his way.
What, kill him?
Such a brutal way
of putting it.
All you have to do
is push the plunger down...
and the oxygen bubbles
in his bloodstream...
will send him off
quickly and peacefully.
Really, you'll be
doing him a favor.
F*** off!
I'm not gonna kill Freddie.
Then you lose the bet
and I take your soul.
Take my soul? What's that
even supposed to mean, Stan?
If you lose, you'll be beholden to Stan
for the rest of your mortal span and beyond.
You're hers.
You can't be serious.
Do you think I want
to be here, with her?
You think I enjoy
any of this?
F***ing hell.
You wanted a bet, John.
So what are you gonna do, huh?
- I'm not gonna kill Freddie.
- Then you're mine.
No, I'm not yours.
Then kill Freddie.
No. You're insane.
I'm not doing it.
Bet's a bet, John.
I could make it
so you win every time.
I'm not killing him. What
else do you have left, huh?
Helen's gone.
I'll win her back.
You've lost her...
and your unborn son.
- I can't kill him.
- I could give you more money than you've ever dreamt of.
- No.
- You could start again. You could find a new wife.
- No, I'm not listening to you.
- All you have to do is the merciful thing, really.
No.
Then you're mine.
Stop saying that!
You've lost everything. You
have nothing left here, John.
Why are you
doing this to us?
You do it
to yourselves.
This is
your last chance, John.
Kill Freddie, and you could
have anything you want.
Don't do it,
and you're mine.
It's time
to make a decision.
Time's up.
Kill him.
You're mine now, John.
Get the f*** away
from my dad!
You come near him,
and I'll kill you.
I doubt it.
But it's okay.
I've got what I wanted.
You lost, John.
Come on, boys.
I'm s...
I'm so sorry.
See you around, John.
For the first two weeks,
I turned up at 10:00 AM,
until someone pointed out
work started at 9:00.
I had no idea.
I thought everywhere opened
the same time as the bookies.
Do I like the job?
No. I hate it.
Hi. My name's Rob.
I'm a compulsive gambler.
And I joined Gamblers Anonymous, tried
to make sense of everything that happened.
And sometimes they won,
sometimes they lost.
Mainly they lost.
For a while,
I was on Freddie's sofa.
He got better pretty quick.
The old bugger even started
getting out of the house.
Then, thank God,
I graduated to our own sofa.
And then finally
she let me back into bed.
Stan never turned up again.
And we never went
near the track, just in case.
Don't know if I believe in the
soul and whether I've lost it.
But I do know life
and I know Helen
still doesn't really trust me.
But hopefully,
one day soon,
when the baby comes,
our luck will change.
Just don't ask me to bet on it.
Boys, I told you the market
couldn't keep going on like that,
but you didn't listen.
So, double or quits,
like we agreed.
Two of these have parachutes.
One of them
has Bruno's lunch.
Really can't beat those odds.
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