FADE IN:

INT. CASINO - NIGHT

A roulette table. The PUNTERS place their bets. TWELVE

PLAYERS, nine men, three women. The FACES of the men, all

ages, intense, hopeful, fearful. Which of them is JACK?

JACK'S VOICE

Now he had become the still centre

of that spinning wheel of

misfortune.

A MAN'S hand spins the wheel. The ball is thrown against

the spin. Hands, faces, chips...

JACK'S VOICE

The world turned round him...

leaving him miraculously untouched

The little white ball circles the

spinning wheel.

The PUNTERS'S faces as the ball starts to bounce. All eyes

are on the bouncing ball.

JACK'S VOICE

The croupier had reached his goal.

He no longer heard the sound of

the ball.

The back of the CROUPIER'S hand, his slicked-back short

hair, razor cut. The CAMERA moves around to his face...

JACK'S VOICE

To begin with he was Jack Manfred...

whistling sound takes Jack back in time.

INT. PUBLISHER'S OFFICE - DAY

JACK is walking through a maze of open-plan partitioned

offices. He ls casually but fashionably dressed, hair dyed

blond long, a nervous elegance about him, almost

unrecognisable from the croupier's face.

He searches for the right office. He finds it. The name on

the open is GILES CREMORNE.

INT. GILES' OFFICE - DAY

GILES CREMORNE, a public schoolboy in his late twenties

comes forward and vigorously shakes JACK'S hand. Jacketless,

he wears yellow braces. Next to his tidy desk is a slot

machine.

GILES:

Take a pew, Jack. You look well.

What's it been, two years since we

broke bread?

GILES has an upper-class accent, but an acquired street

manner.

JACK:

Three years, two months. March

'93.

GILES:

What a memory you've got. Maths

always was your strong suit. What

happened to the moaning Lisa?

JACK:

She went back to South Africa.

GILES:

(digging)

Did she?

(smiles)

You were pretty thick at one time.

JACK:

We all played the field.

GILES frowns at a memory, an implication. GILES'S mobile

phone buzzes. He picks up.

GILES:

Hi-ya... I'll call you back.

(to Jack)

Now then...

JACK:

(suddenly)

I want a job, Giles.

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