Smoking Guns

Synopsis: Friday afternoon in North London, Jack makes one final bet at the bookies. He goes all in for a treble win - A risky gamble at best - but in the event his horse wins all three races, Jack and his friends are set to net a small fortune. When it looks as though the odds are finally turning in Jack's favour, there is a sudden vested interest in his betting slip. Jack must do everything within his power to keep his betting slip out of harm's way and rightfully claim his winnings.
Genre: Comedy, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Savvas D. Michael
  5 wins & 2 nominations.
93 min

[man sobbing]

[sobbing continues]



[Jack] Gambling's got nothing

to do with making money.

It's about winning and losing.

[hard rock music]

[Jack] 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?

[Jack] 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.

F*ck it, you're right.

[Jack] I have the

right to risk my own life

if it means I have a

chance of saving it.

[guys speaking indistinct]

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...

[chuckles] You trying to

close us down again love?

[Jack] ...who won't be missed.

Good luck.

[announcer] 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.

[man] Jack. 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, f*ck 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?

F*ck 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.

F*ck 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? F*ck that.

Okay, so I won't ask you for

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