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Well, I'm not really the sunbathing

type. What you doing on trap five?

- I'll do you sixes.

- Go on then.

- Is that all you got left?

- Don't start.

- Thought my luck was out.

- Your luck's never been in, mate.

They're off!

I really thought that three

dog at the end was gonna do it.

I could have told you

that dog was going nowhere.

- Why didn't you then?

- 'Cause I'm a bookie, you moron.

Can't believe

how skint I am.

Mmm.

Me too.

Did you ever think of doing

something other than the dogs?

What do you mean?

We like the dogs.

Yeah. We go for the

atmosphere as well, you know.

- Yeah, the dogs are what we know best.

- - Mmm.

Well, you know yourselves,

don't you?

- Meaning?

- Meaning, would you bet on yourself?

I'm lost.

Do you know what this is?

It's the wonderfully named

ghost chili.

Hottest chili

known to man.

So?

So, I'm willing to bet that one

of you can't eat the whole thing...

without crying

or drinking water.

What kind of a bet

is that?

The kind of bet

I like to make.

You can count me out.

My tooth's giving me

enough trouble as it is.

How much?

200 pounds.

- What if we lose?

- Normally we'd agree to a stake.

But tonight

I'll waive it.

Chilies want to be eaten

so their seed can be spread.

But they want it

to be spread far and wide,

so it's no good if it's

eaten by a lazy mammal.

No, what a chili wants is to be

eaten by a bird, and it will be...

because birds

don't have taste buds.

Mammals, on the other hand, do, and

that's how we know you're a mammal.

Shame.

- Really thought

you were gonna do it.

That's when I should have

walked away from her.

But I love a challenge.

Narrator ] The female lays

her eggs in the shallows.

Next, the male releases

a cloud of sperm in the water.

We've all done that,

eh?

Dad.

Sorry, love.

Go on, Freddie. Switch over.

Draw's about to start.

Eh?

I don't know.

Not so long ago someone was

giving me a bloody lecture...

about how the lottery was, uh, just a tax on

the poor, the soft and the bloody desperate.

I wonder who that could be.

Yeah, well, you know how it is.

Announcer ] Good luck, everybody.

What happened to your big win?

It's long gone.

Since then I've had nothing.

Not a sniff.

Next, after six weeks, it's number

18. Second time in the last month...

- F***in' hell.

- What's the matter with you?

I think that dentist was better

at giving tips than fixing teeth.

You'd better ask him

for another bloody tip then.

I'm gonna have to go see him.

This is killing me.

One. None. None.

I'll call you, Dad. See you later.

Don't forget to take your

pills. All right, love.

See ya, Freddie. Good night,

John. Good night, love.

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