Bet Your Life

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Pardon me for interrupting, but there's

something I have to explain.

That's me, Sonny Briggs.

And hoW I got here I can't

hardly believe myself.

You see, I usually try

to avoid trouble.

It Was just one of those things.

It sounded like a good

idea at the time.

I thought it was the

chance of a lifetime.

Making a new start, rolling

the dice one last time.

I Was barely getting by in Vegas.

Driving for a low-rent limo service...

hitting the casinos

between clients.

A habit I hadn't been able to break.

Jackson just landed

a right uppercut...

and I have a feeling Rodriguez

ain't getting' up!

At least until now, I never

thought it Would break me.

There goes the

rent money.

Never mind getting me killed.

Tell Mr. Salavatore

I have his money.

- Well, at least the interest.

- I had a little addiction problem.

And there Wasn't a cure,

not in my mind anyway.

I'm done protecting you Sonny,

you had your chance.

Staying one step ahead

of the loan sharks...

the one guy on my side

my best friend Chuck.

- I got a little problem.

- The bank of Chuck is closed.

Any bright ideas how I can

my hands on 20 gees

before one of Salvatore's boys

show up at my doorstep?

Man I told you to stay away

from that punk, man.

And then came that night.

Just tell her I'll be there

in five minutes.

When it all finally

began to unWind.

It all started When I picked

up a Woman named...

Ms. Rollins?

- So Ms. Rollins...

- Carmen.

OK. Carmen.

You traveling by yourself?

Is that your way of asking me

whether I have a boyfriend?

- Maybe.

- I like to keep my options open.

I hear ya.

What brings you to Vegas?

- I came to gamble.

- Lf you need a pointer, I'm your guy.

Yeah? Really?

Well, I might take you up on that.

I'm bettin' on it.

Jerk!

So, you're a gamblin' man?

To be honest, I never came

across a game I didn't like.

- Casinos must love you.

- I'm afraid so.

- What about the loan sharks?

- Excuse me?

Sorry, but uh, I think you took just

a little too long to close the deal.

- Is this a joke?

- Are you laughing?

- What's going on here?

- Mr. Salvatore sends his regards.

Listen, I know I'm late on my

payment, but I got the money.

Pull into the alley up there.

Do it.

- Sorry about that. You OK?

- He's gonna kill me.

Somebody's trying

to kill you too?

Oh my god.

What the hell

is going on?

Hang in there.

I'm going to get you some help.

- No police, promise me.

- What, what.

Time. What time is it?

- It's ten to twelve.

- Ah, I was so close.

C'mon. C'mon. C'mon.

Don't die on me.

You can't come in here buddy.

This is a private club.

- Sir, I apologize.

- Don't sweat it.

Good luck Mr. Peterson.

Excuse me.

Your card please.

Oh, um... I think I left my

card back at the hotel.

I'm sorry miss, but I can't let

you in without your card,

- this is an exclusive club.

- Couldn't you make an exception,

just this one time?

Believe me, I wish I could.

Uh. Beer please. You choose.

Wow, this place is

something else.

- Chuck.

- Yeah what is it now?

I just saw a guy get shot in the street

and some girl just tried to kill me.

- Not again.

- You've got to be kidding.

- You have to help me.

- What do you want me to do, Buddy?

You ever heard of the ToWer Casino?

Yeah yeah, a private club

slash casino, right?

Can't get in to save your life?

I got in to save my life.

Listen, I need you to pick me up.

Why don't you just walk out

the way you came in?

Remember the girl who tried to kill me?

She's waiting outside for me.

You forgot to get one of your stripper

girlfriend's a piercing on her birthday?

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