Smoking Guns

Jack...

Jack...

Gambling's got nothing to do with making money.

It's about winning and losing.

Dear God, I come to you in my hour of need,

not as a Christian, Muslim,

Jew or Hindu, just me, Jack Cameron.

I ain't given up yet,

even though you've ignored me for years.

I now realize for you to truly hear me,

I have to fear nothing and risk more than my job seekers allowance.

What you betting on, horses?

Yeah, Carlton fancies the favorite, two-to-one.

Two-to-one, that's a rich man's prize isn't it?

Today, I truly put my faith in you.

I'll risk the fall so I can know how it feels to fly.

The bet of my life.

Don't chase the big wins like the rest of the loser's in here.

Stay sharp, bet smart.

Fuck it, you're right.

I have the right to risk my own life

if it means I have a chance of saving it.

I'm chasing more than a castrated bet

like a two-to-one favorite.

I need more than a stay of execution.

I have to have the strength to go all the way

if I want to cut the shackles of contentment

and take the walk to glory and success.

Today, I'm finally ready to battle through my fear

in a place I feel closest to you, my place of worship.

Where I'm surrounded by my fellow brothers of faith.

Punters whose cries for help are heard

as often as the sound of a silver ball

spinning on the roulette machines.

The bookies, where I've gone from a scared

16-year-old boy, frightened of putting a pound on a ten-team accumulator,

To putting my life on the line for the bet

that would change my life and make it worth living.

If this wins, everything I've ever done in my life

up until this point has become a stepping stone

in the journey of achievement.

Another loss, and everything I've ever done

has been worthless, meaningless,

and I will disappear from the book of life.

Another loser from around the way...

You trying to close us down again love?

Who won't be missed.

Good luck.

And Rocket Fuel, the favorite,

has made a terrible start, he's already lost by one

and Paradise Lost has absolutely flown from the gate.

He's bolting clear!

Fucking come on Rocket Fuel.

Fucking actual fucking bollocks, Yiannis.

Fucking listening to you, that is.

It was just a freak race.

If they ran that race 100 times over

our horse would have won 99 times.

We were just unlucky.

No one predicted the winner of that race, no one.

Jack. Jack.

You gotta be strong to survive hell,

and even stronger if you wanna get out.

There's no room for weakness on the road to success.

Go on, fuck off, fucking muck.

- You fucking shit your pants. - No, I fucking never.

- Fucking did. - Didn't.

You did pants it a bit, mate.

I didn't fucking pants it though.

Why didn't you Wung Fu him?

Fuck off, Yiannis, I'll fucking Wung Fu you, brother.

What would your fucking old man

would have done if it happened to him, man?

He'd have fucking kicked the shit out of him.

- Exactly. - I know, alright. I fucking know, just leave it.

You need to fucking man up, man, seriously.

Fuck off, I've had enough of you boys.

Leave him...

What do you want? What?

I'm at a friend's house, Mom. I'm not at the fucking bookies,

I told you I'm at a friend's house.

Mom, I've told you a thousand times

I don't want to go to work with me dad, do I?

I don't wanna work in a stinky fucking fish and chip shop, do I? Fuck that.

Okay, so I won't ask you for a penny from now on then, aye?

Alright then, I tell you what then

you can stuff your fucking money you selfish bitch.

Ian's at that strange age

when you're suddenly expected to grow up

and become the man your father is.

But Ian ain't ready to grow up just yet.

Jack, Jack, where did your horse come?

Fuck knows.

Well, you gonna fucking check it?

Or give me the name and I'll check it for you.

Yeah.

What you, you won?

He didn't win a penny.

Was it, Jack, was that your horse,

Paradise Lost nine-to-one?

Yeah.

One down two to go, boys.

Jack, you're gonna sort me out if it comes off wouldn't you?

Course I will.

How much you gonna give me if it comes off?

I dunno 20 grand?

But I'd force you to enroll in some

kind of college course or something.

I wouldn't just give you the cash

'cause I know what you'd do with it.

Yeah, man, I'd sort you out.

Guess who, bitches?

Yes, Paul, what's happening, mate?

Last Friday of the month already, pal?

Your face. Who done that to you?

Well, someone needs to get fucked up don't they?

I'm up for a fight.

I mean, I haven't had a fight for 17 years

but for you, Jack, I'd come out of retirement.

That wasn't you, you little shit, was it?

How you doing, brother?

- Alright, yeah. - Yeah, good.

I had a crash this morning didn't I, just outside.

Yeah, if he didn't hit the lamp post,

he would have driven straight through the window

- and probably killed us all. - Oh, don't tell me.

You was rushing to put on a bet weren't you?

Hey, hey, what was it a hot tip, was it?

Yeah, yeah, something like that, Paul, yeah.

You maniac.

Hey, mate, heard about your cousin Chris, yeah.

Very sorry to hear that he was a lovely bloke,

he was a top man, and I know you two was close.

Yeah, yeah, we weren't that close at the time,

but, yeah, we were close as kids, you know what I mean.

Oh, sure, sure, it couldn't have been

that much of a shock really was it?

What with him being so fat and everything.

You can't say that shit, man.

Well, hopefully you'll last a bit longer than you did last month, Paul.

You were in and out of here within an hour.

Yeah, well, none of us can buy back

our past can we Yiannis, hey? Good to see you.

How's the life of contentment been treating you?

Phyllis, can you make me a lovely steaming hot

cup of coffee please, love, yeah?

Likely need lots of caffeine.

And stick some sugars in it, five sugars, yeah.

We ain't got any sugar.

Got some of this sweetener, tastes just like sugar.

Do you want a few drops of that?

Are you on fucking crack or something?

Sugar substitute got aspartame in it

and anyone who knows anything, knows aspartame gives you brain tumors.

I mean, it ain't bad enough they wanna

take all our money but her, this one,

she's trying to fry my fucking brain, as well.

Oh, sod off, it ain't that bad.

And, anyway, I don't want any distractions around me, alright?

I'm on a diet.

Oh, I didn't realize you was on a diet,

oh, you're on a diet sorry about that.

Well, I'm not you fat cunt, so put some sugar in me coffee.

Alright, lads, so I tell you what I'm buzzing you, Yiannis.

I'm a bit buzzing 'cause I had a very good month.

I don't like to boast but I'm gonna, right.

I've sold five houses, four flats,

a bungalow to some sweet little gray haired old lady.

She's looking for the downstairs,

she's looking for the upstairs,

there ain't one it's a fucking bungalow.

I've got 1,500 pound in my pocket,

which I'm telling you, right now, I'm gonna stick

a couple of zero's on the end of that

by closing time tonight 'cause me,

I'm ready to fucking gamble. Let's get ready to gamble!

Yes! So, who else has done what?

Come on, who's done their balls, who's made a bit of money?

Well, Jack, took a bit out of the roulette

and stuck it on a treble didn't he?

You stuck it on a treble?

Yeah, but listen, if all three horses come in...

- Yeah? - ...half a million quid over it.

His first horse just fucking come in...

Your first horse has... So what that's why

you wanna stick it on a single then isn't it?

Because horse trebles never come in.

You never know, Paul.

Mate, it ain't ever coming in, you know that.

Come on, who else has done what? What have you done?

I could never have a job.

Never work for a wage and have a boss.

It's the breeding ground of contempt,

and the steady process of ending dreams

and settling for a life of watching the pennies.

Marrying the first girl you meet, getting fat,

having kids, watching your wife get fat,

raising your kids 'til they get a job

and meet a girl, get married, get fat and have more kids.

It's the wage slave circle of life.