The Winner Page #4

of articles becomes a book.

I write for a major, uh...

Metropolitan daily newspaper.

This is the kind of feature

I've been lookin' to write.

A major metropolitan

daily newspaper.

That's right, Phil.

I'm flattered.

Can't do this right now though.

I can't do an interview

right now.

It's a human interest piece

is what it is.

What the readers

are dying to know is

how'd you get so damn lucky?

I really never was before.

That's interesting.

Those are the kind

of comments, foresight...

And interesting thoughts

we need for this piece.

Is that thing rolling?

It's rolling.

Why... Sundays?

Why do you only

play on Sundays?

I first won on a Sunday.

And, why did you first play?

I don't know.

Nobody's really ever

asked me that before.

The night that I first won,

I was depressed.

Now that I think about it,

I was incredibly depressed.

I thought that the world

for me would always be...

A lonely place full

of deceit and suffering...

I'd never understand.

I felt lost in a

huge crowd of strangers...

I couldn't penetrate.

Soon it seemed the wheel was...

was calling out to me.

That... that it

was pulling me...

Into the world,

and I wouldn't

be allowed to resist.

And how did it feel?

How did it feel to win?

Like I might finally know

what it's like to be happy.

I thought that the world...

go on. Don't stop.

Let it out.

I felt lost in the crowd

of the world.

And I wanted to leave.

Vegas?

The world.

I haven't thought about

this in a while, but now

that I think about it,

that night I first won

I had planned to kill

myself at midnight.

I've thought...

I've thought about that too.

I think all great men have.

For your out-of-state,

cheque-cashing needs,

the money market is here...

whether you have

a personal cheque, two party,

government, cashier's cheque

or payroll cheque,

the money market

will cash it for you.

He has the ticket.

Money

market at the casino cashier...

Will help you with your needs,

letting you get back

to the action.

Oh, my God!

Oh! My God! Jesus!

- Everything wrecked.

- Well, they left your jewelry.

My mother gave me this

the last time I saw her,

Philip.

We should

call the police.

No!

I owe some people

a lot of money.

Louise!

Think they're gonna kill me?

You know, I mean, I...

we should leave!

I'm tired of running.

How much do you owe?

I can't even tell you,

Philip.

A quarter of a million dollars.

Louise.

Oh, don't.

Thank you, Philip.

I thought I still had time.

I've been paying them off

in slow increments.

My mother

died last year.

Oh.

And then my father

three days later.

He couldn't live without her.

It was all up to me to take care

of the funeral arrangements.

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