Came a Hot Friday

Pound for a win on number two.

Ten bob on number three, mate.

Pound on number one.

Go!

going out early.

a little bit ..

Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.

Ah, gentlemen.

Now the lot on--

Speak to me, speak to me, oh ancient gods of chance.

Give me a sign.

A sign!

A sign!

Give me a sign.

If you're going to bet, bet.

If not, piss off.

It is like water divining or--

--the laying on of hands. [PHONE RINGING]

It's a similar sort of thing to that.

It's coming to me. Yes, I'm almost there.

It's there.

Is there a Gaines in the bar?

Mr. Gaines?

Come-- it's coming.

Race two, number seven on the nose, gentlemen.

This is the national program.

The time is 1:00.

Time for the afternoon summary of racing results.

One result in Plymouth, the Maiden's Mile.

First, number seven, Wickham's Folly,

five pounds, eight shillings, and--

I knew it!

I knew it!

Oh, gentlemen, I appear to have cleaned up.

Not from me, you haven't.

That bet was late, 10 minutes late.

10 minute-- no, no, sir, a few seconds, perhaps a few seconds.

Where's your mate?

Mate?

The mate you're running this little scam with.

Scam? No, there's no scam.

This is all perfectly aboveboard.

Gentlemen, I have witnesses.

Everybody saw me.

I mean, I put the--

look, I'm not going to argue the issue, I have an urgent--

Excuse me, I have an urgent meeting.

Yah!

Ooh!

Hey!

Crikey, Wes, that was good.

Where were you? Why didn't you ring?

You left me standing around in there like some prize dog.

Well, I had to run for ..

The phone was miles away.

The phone?

I could have been killed in there.

We'll get it this time, Wes, promise!

This time!

Look at the stars and they're smiling down.

They're telling me, don't you see?

Life's too short to shag around.

You gotta take a chance if you wanna be free.

Looking for the big one, you better move fast.

Gotta be in to win.

So roll the dice and deal the cards,

and give that wheel a spin.

'Cause this time, the wheel of fortune's going to spin for me.

This time Lady Luck's gonna dance with me.

This time the wheel of fortune's going to spin for me.

This time, Lady Luck's going to dance with me.

This time, this time, this time.

What we need is a course with a closer phone.

I reckon.

The phone.

It's the phone.

It's always the phone.

A small still voice, Cyril

tells me that our dry spell may be over.

Perfect.

Isn't it a bit small, Wes?

Just a bit ,, don't you think?

It's not the size of the track, Cyril

It's the size of the divvies.

Hop into the Jockey Club tomorrow.

It's .

It's on the wireless.

Oh, great.

And there, Cyril .

Not a hop, step and a jump away, a telephone.

.

Occasionally, Cyril, your powers of observation

are truly astounding.

Thank you, Wes.

Good lad.

What a magnificent landscape.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

All we need now is a nearby town.

With a pub.

Oh, and a wealthy bookie.

I can feel it in my bones, Cyril ..

Great gambling's .

You've really made a mess of your life,

haven't you, Morrie?

You any idea how far you're on account with me?

Sel.

Claire, tell you brother how much he owes me.

Go easy on him, Sel.

Oh, I'll fix you up, Sel.

Yeah.

Here, what with, Morrie?

Empties?

No, Sel, don't!

OK, let's call it quits.

You do a little job for me, and we call it quits,

what do you say?

Shut up

Lunatic!

The Assyrian came

down like a wolf on the fold.

Don't rub too hard, Don.

It might drop off.

Afternoon, Mrs. Melton.

Who is that vision of maidenly delight?

It's Dinah Melton, the boss's new wife.

The swine.

Oh, crikey, Dinah.

Oh, darling!

What you figure on, ??

The Oldsmobile.

Another rag.

899.

Oh, you've got to be joking.

It's only one year old.

Yeah, but I'm not.

Cyril--

Oh, Wes!

Oh, hello, young fellow.

Is this Tainuia?

This is Tainuia.

Tell me, if two well-heeled young fellows such as Sel

and myself were in the mood for an evening

of unbridled debauchery, where would we start?

The boozer.

The boozer.

The boozer!

But of course, why didn't we think of that, Sel?

No idea. - Wesley Pennington.

Cyril Kidman.

Oh, Don Jackson.

Corker.

Take it easy, Cyril.

Calm down, we don't wish to antagonize the locals, do we?

Soften them up a little.

Right.

After you, Wes.

Thank you, Cyril.

Gentlemen!

Ale, my good man.

City jokers, eh?

Yep, we sure is, .

By way of introduction, a few holiday snaps.

Holy Moses!

This guy's got enough ..

-poses for these things?

Careful sir, you're talking of the woman I love.

Hey, Norm?

Norm, cast your eyes on ..

Hey, we got a photo of your Mrs. over here, George.

Yeah, we got your Mrs. here, look at that.

These yours?