Rat Race Page #2

- You didn't even gamble.

Not one quarter.

That's no way to live.

In fact, that ain't even livin'.

It's hiding.

- I'm not hiding from anything.

- Oh, no?

Okay, then prove it.

Do something, anything.

Break one rule.

Here. Look. Nick, a paper.

Come on. Take it.

Take it. Come on, Nick.

Take it.

I have a plane to catch, okay?

I'll see you in Chicago.

Oh, look, I won! I won!

Look at the money comin' down.

Look. Look, look, look.

What's-- What's--

"You're a winner.

See guest services."

What? A dollar?

Come on, baby. Come on!

Come on.

We won!

- We won one.

- What is this? This isn't money.

That's the prize?

A free buffet?

Actually, it's not a buffet.

It's a special reception at 10:00

in the penthouse conference room.

"Where a spectacular...

once-in-a-lifetime

opportunity awaits you."

That's all I know.

- What do you think?

- I think it's some kind of scam.

Good! A scam! We'll do it.

- I'll need to see some I.D.

- Okay.

There. I gambled.

Family vacation? These are

the moments you got to savor, right?

Family vacation? These are

the moments you got to savor, right?

- They'll never come around again.

- Exactly.

Excuse me.

Do you know what's going on?

Free grub.

That's what's going on.

This room is fabulous.

- Does anybody know why we're here?

- Beats me.

Oh, my God.

You should sue somebody.

I did it myself.

- What?

- He did it himself from a kit.

I knew I recognized you.

You're the referee-- the bonehead.

That's just the media

blowing it out of proportion.

My hairdresser's husband

lost $800 because of you.

- Everybody thinks we flip quarters.

- Can I have a picture with you?

It's really

a commemorative coin. Look.

- Smile.

- Please. You--

Am I too late?

Look. I won a coin.

A gold coin.

Isn't this wonderful?

Look at this room.

What a beautiful room.

Have you seen this room?

Yes! We're in it.

I am Enrico Pollini.

Now, I know what you are thinking.

Enrico is a girl's name.

- No, I wasn't.

- No pun intended.

- What pun is that?

- Food. Look at all this food.

What a beautiful party.

Little cockdoggies.

They're called

cocktail wienies.

Wienies. I'm so sorry.

My English is not so good.

But I'm learning.

That's it. Vera.

We're outta here.

-I want to say good-bye. Bye, y'all.

-Excuse me.

Thank you all for coming. I'm

Donald Sinclair. I own this hotel.

We don't have much time.

There's a meteor the size of North

Carolina heading straight for Earth.

The impact is going to kill every

thing and everyone on this planet.

I built a bunker in the basement

strong enough to withstand the blast.

There's room for eight people. I have

chosen the seven of you, plus me.

When this is over, we will repopulate

and re-civilize the planet.

I couldn't resist! I'm sorry.

A joke. He made a joke.

Do sit down, please. Merrill, you

and your mother can sit over here.

- How do you know she's my mother?

- Alas, there are no secrets anymore.

Actually, that's not quite true.

There is one secret, one last secret.

It involves all of you.

- I'm getting goose pimples.

- Hey--

Ah, Mr. Schaffer!

Curiosity got the better

of you, eh? Come and sit down.

- I'm fine. Thanks.

- You haven't missed anything.

We were just

cutting to the chase.

Cutting to the chase.

Well, you'll laugh later.

Now, as you know, the odds against

winning a jackpot downstairs...

or hitting the state lottery

are astronomical-- millions to one.

A serious person doesn't

even bother, but today...

you have the chance

of playing a game...

where the odds of winning

are one in six.

One in six.

It's one throw...

of the dice.

This is my attorney,

Mr. Grisham...

who tragically was born

without a personality.

Mr. Grisham insists anyone who wishes

to participate in our experiment...

sign this waiver, absolving the casino

from responsibility or damages...

personal liability,

blah, blah, blah.

So, who do you like, Claude?

The young woman in the black coat.

She looks desperate.

Yes, but she has

her mother with her.

- That could slow her down, hmm?

- Perhaps.

Now, 563 miles from here...

is a little town called

Silver City, New Mexico.

- Gold rush.

- Quite right, Nick.

Yes, they struck gold there

in 1860.

It was the second largest

gold rush in American history.

Very good, Nick. I think

Nick should be our captain.

In downtown Silver City,

there's a train station.

As you go in the front door,

there's some lockers on the right.

Mr. Grisham,

do you have the keys?

Six identical keys.

They all open the same locker.

That's locker 001.

Inside the locker is a red duffel

bag. Inside the red duffel bag...

is $2 million.

In cash, fifties and hundreds,

makes a pile about so big.

First one there keeps it all.

I put transmitting devices in

your key rings to keep track of you.

And that's it.

Go.

You just can't pick people

at random.

I can do anything I like, Owen.

I'm eccentric.

Go!

Wait, wait.

So, it's like a race?

A race. It's a race.

I hope I win.

What are the rules?

There's only one rule.

Are you ready? Here it is.

There are no rules.

Go.

Go!

So now when you say, "Go,"

you mean just go?

Begin, commence, start moving.

Theoretically, you have been

racing for about 40 seconds.

So far, Mr. Schaffer is winning...

because he's nearest to the door.

You're crazy!

A race! A race!

You have to pace yourself.

Carbohydrate is important.

Pasta is good.

Breathing is important.

Scusi. One--

It's some sort of joke.

It has to be.

What kind of jackass

just gives away $2 million?

Maybe it's a publicity stunt.

What kind of publicity?

He swore us all to secrecy.

-Maybe it's a secret publicity stunt.

-A secret publicity stunt?

Yes!

I don't know what his angle is,

but there's always an angle.

Donald Sinclair-- People like him

make millions of dollars...

playing people

like us for chumps.

- I'm nobody's chump.

- So you don't believe--

I'm gonna be on it.

You know what? He's right.

I'm not cuttin' short

my first family vacation...

in three years to go on

some half-assed wild goose chase.

Okay, so,

you're not goin' for it?

I don't think so.

- Not me, no.

- No. Great.

- I guess that's that, huh?

- Right.

It was nice meetin' y'all.

I'm gonna take the stairs.

My room's just two floors down,

so nice meetin' ya.

Hey, have a nice vacation.

You know, it's probably stuck.

I think I'm gonna

take the stairs too.

Crap.

- Go, go, go, go!

- Come on, Vera!

Watch out!

Comin' through!

Hold the door, please.

Take your time. No rush.

- Get up!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

If we're all gonna go for it,

why don't we go for it together?

You know, split the money 50-50.

- Fifty-fifty?

- You know what I mean. Whatever.

Yes, yes, that's a good plan.

It's a race. It's a race.

I'm winning. I'm winning.

And they're off!

No one-- No one is offering you

action like this.

A horse race with animals

that can think and plan...

and lie and cheat

and play dirty.

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