The Million Dollar Bet (2024) Movie Script
1
[wind blowing]
[curious music]
- Did you know that
the probability for a hurricane
to hit Las Vegas is
1 in 23 million,
a sandstorm at 1 in 1,200,
and a drunken driver at 1 in 10?
When you see the world
in numbers and percentages,
like I do, playing the odds
becomes something like a drug.
And even if you think
that you're in control,
everything can get
out of hand very easily.
[tires squealing]
[electricity crackling]
- It's your cut.
- Call.
- Call.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- I will call security.
- OK.
I don't even like it here
anyways, you know?
- All right.
I fold.
Good luck, guys.
Hank?
[games chiming]
- This fucking machine
is broken.
- [speaking indistinctly]
You got to go.
- All right.
- Hey, man. Hey.
Hey, what--hey, what happened?
- He just needs some fresh air.
- All right, I got it. I got it.
Hank.
- Assholes!
- Hey, what the fuck
is wrong with you, man?
- That party I was at
was so boring, but--
but they had a great open bar.
- OK.
- Everything's fine.
- Yeah, it looks fine.
Hey, come on.
How about we get you
something to eat?
How about it?
[jazzy music]
I had returned to Vegas
after a long break,
getting back to the world
of poker--my world.
I took care of my friends
and our house off the strip.
I was earning a lot of money
doing what I liked to do.
I had built a great reputation
and 300K in cash.
I thought that things
were under control.
[rock music playing]
[car door closes]
[knocking]
Oh, Jesus.
Come on, man. Come on.
- You're the best mom
I never had.
- No, you have a mom.
Eat your eggs, man.
Come on.
- More coffee, Hank?
Oh, rough night?
- You bet.
- [slurps]
- Look at that guy.
- What guy?
- That guy.
I like his shorts.
- [chuckles] That guy?
He's out there every other night
training for a marathon.
You should go out there.
Help you sober up a bit.
- Hank? No. No.
He's not a long-distance guy.
He can't stick
to anything that long.
- Dude, I'm a born athlete.
- Born athlete?
No, you were born
to sit at a poker table.
That's what you're good at, man.
Stick to it.
- What do you guys think
about all that Janet business?
- How do you know my sister?
- Sandstorm Janet.
It's a big one.
Never happened before--
they say, in Vegas, anyway.
Climate change and all that.
- When did they start
naming sandstorms?
- I hope Janet comes to Vegas.
Give me a day off.
- Yeah, right.
That'd be wild.
[siren wailing]
[smooth music]
- Spare some change?
- [chuckles]
Yeah, I can help you out, man.
- Thank you.
[engine starts]
[knocking]
- All right, double or nothing.
Red, you get your money back.
Black, you give me another 20.
- Seriously, man?
Take that money and get yourself
something good to eat,
all right?
- Wait.
Wait.
- No, no.
- Good morning, Janet.
- I had a strange
relationship with Hank.
- Yeah.
- He was like a child,
whereas by 5,
I was already an adult.
I admired him
for his easygoingness,
his intuitive game,
but I also hated him for it.
- Oh, perfect.
Right where I left off.
Hey, you want to race?
- Nah, I'm good.
I'm gonna go straight to bed.
Oh, yeah.
By the way, I extended the lease
on the apartment
for three months.
- That's perfect.
[video game beeping]
- Mm!
[spits]
Ah, fucking gross!
- Spoiled?
- Oh, God, I'm gonna
have to return it.
I paid $4 for this.
[video game beeping]
Hey, get some sleep.
You look like shit.
- I feel fine.
- All right.
- No, seriously, I feel--
I feel good--
physically, I mean.
- I bet.
- All right, good.
I feel good.
[dog barking]
[alarm buzzing]
- Making its way into Las Vegas.
Already problems in California.
Major traffic backups.
Everybody preparing.
We're asking you to stay inside
as Sandstorm Janet makes
its way towards Las Vegas.
Be careful.
Reporting live here--
- [sighs]
- 3 to 1, man. Come on.
It must be profitable for you.
[phone ringing]
Oh, can you hold on one second?
I gotta get this call.
- Jack, what do you think?
- What do I think about what?
- What do you think is
a good quote
betting against Hank running
70 miles in 24 hours?
- Hey, did you get my message?
- What is he talking about?
- Hank's gonna run
70 miles in 24 hours,
and he's looking for someone
to bet 100K against him.
Milk has a really funny taste
today, by the way.
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, does 3 to 1 sound
fair to you guys?
- A 3 to 1 against
you making it?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, that seems
pretty fair to me.
- It's a hugely profitable bet.
I'm giving you 3 to 1 odds!
It should be 1 to 1,
but you know,
I really want to do it,
and--and we're friends.
- Nah, I don't know.
I don't like it.
It's--sorry, man, I--
I got to catch up on some sleep.
- [groans] Yeah, yeah.
All right.
Hey, how much are you
gonna buy in?
- What, me?
- Yeah.
- Uh, I'm not buying shit, bro.
I'm not a prop bet guy,
you know that.
Why don't you ask Tony?
- Well, I can't.
We have a bet
against us having bets.
- Really?
- It's true.
- Jesus, what's wrong
with you guys?
- You said it was
more than fair.
- I did, but I don't--
I don't want to bet against you.
- Don't be such a wimp.
How much?
- Look, have you--
have you ever run
an entire marathon?
- No, of course not.
- That's crazy.
70 miles is like--
it's like three marathons,
back to back to back.
You--there's no possible way
you can do that.
- Says you and how much?
[indistinct TV chatter]
Jack, Jack, listen to me.
You're wrong. I can do it.
I--I did 5 miles the other week,
and it was a walk in the park.
And--oh, and I was--
I was a wrestler in high school.
You remember that?
So I can take heavy fatigue.
That's what that means.
It's 70 miles.
I can do that, no problem.
And I really want to do it,
so come on.
What's the most you can do?
[suspenseful music]
- All right, I'll do 50.
My 50K to your 150.
- All right, booked.
- What?
Dude, this is gonna be harsh.
- Nah, he'll realize pretty soon
that he can't possibly do this,
and he'll try to buy out.
- I don't know, man.
You know him.
He's not gonna stop
unless his heart does.
- [scoffs] Right.
- OK.
- [sighs]
OK, I'm ready.
- Oh, he's motivated.
- Where should I run?
- Well, Echo Bay is, like,
70 miles away.
We could meet you
there tomorrow.
- Are you nuts?
I don't want to get hit
by a truck.
- Run around the block then.
- Here?
- Yeah, you know, so you can
take breaks and stuff.
- He's getting pretty serious
about this.
Ow! Jeez.
- Whoa. Whoa.
What the fuck, man?
- What?
You just bet 50K
like it was nothing.
Now you're freaking out
over some sunglasses?
- These aren't just
any sunglasses.
These are my Ray-Ban Olympians.
I got these with
my first real poker win.
- OK, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
Get a case.
- I had been in
this situation before.
I had seen Hank make
lots of silly prop bets,
and I've seen him get burned
countless times.
I knew him.
I knew that look in his eyes
and that resolve in his voice.
And I'd come to realize
that I couldn't stop him
from doing any of these things.
- OK, I can run here.
I can track my progress
with this app.
- That makes sense.
What are the rules?
- Well, I'll start it at 12:30.
And no walking,
but I can break
as many times as I require.
- OK.
- OK.
- And just ask us
when you need food.
- Anything else?
- Uh, no, I think, uh--
I think that's
all we need for now.
- Deal.
- Deal.
- All right.
All right, I'm starting.
- Now?
[upbeat music]
- Good luck, Hank!
- I'm out!
- Hey, this is the worst bet
I've ever seen you make.
But I'm gonna let you
make it, man.
- That's good.
- This is silly.
- Yeah, I'm gonna sit.
Ah.
Ah, OK.
- Yeah, that's a good idea.
Gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
This is--[laughs]
This is such a stupid bet.
- I don't know, man.
- [chuckles]
- I think he's gonna do it.
- Nah, that pace was too fast.
[laughs]
He'll tucker out real soon.
Easy money.
- You got it, Hank.
- [laughs]
One round down.
- And about a gazillion to go.
- How long do you think
he'll last?
- I don't know, man.
Hank's an animal.
- Well, the entire block
is about 100 meters,
give or take.
- Meters?
- OK, it's 320 feet,
approximately.
The sides are about
66 feet each?
So that's 772 feet.
And 70 miles multiplied by
the number of feet in a mile,
it's 5,280 divided by 772.
[laughs]
That's 478 rounds.
- That sounds about right.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Yep.
I don't think this is
humanly possible,
and he's giving you 3 to 1?
- [laughs] Yeah.
- That's a crazy son of a bitch.
- Well, his loss.
- Life doesn't make much sense.
- Hey, Stevie.
- I mean, why do I have to
wake up every single morning
just to live another boring day?
- I'm--I'm gonna go
put on some pants.
- You're gonna have to answer
that one for yourself.
- Look, I'm serious, OK?
I'm having
an existential crisis.
- Wow. What happened?
- Nothing.
Look, see, that's the problem.
When nothing happens,
you have a lot of time to think.
[upbeat music]
Hank!
Can I run with you?
- Sure.
- I need some change in my life.
[indistinct TV chatter]
- You know,
I know what he's doing.
[sighs]
You know, he's trying to--
he's trying to make this
bigger than it is.
He--he's trying to be a hero.
Hey, has this painting
always been here?
Hey, Tony?
Tony?
- I--I don't know
what you're talking about.
I'm really stressed out about
the food situation right now.
I know pretty soon
we're gonna need some proteins,
and we're running
really low on carbs.
So I have no idea what
the hell you're talking about.
[smooth music]
- This is crazy, guys.
They say there's a 20% chance.
- Wait.
What--how--how do you know?
- It's all over the news.
- What? The news?
- They're--they're talking
about him on the news?
- "Him"?
What the hell's wrong
with you guys?
It's a her.
They named it after me.
[TV beeps]
- Watch as we are tracking
Sandstorm Janet,
just 20 hours away
from striking Las Vegas.
- Dudes, you're so wrapped up
in your lousy poker world.
This is huge.
- They--they really
named it Janet?
- Oh, my God, I--
you know, I--I thought you were
talking about your brother.
- Hank?
Why would he be on the news?
Where is that useless prick,
anyways?
[plane engine roaring]
Can you stop for a minute?
- I can't.
If I stop, I'll fall asleep.
- Come on.
Is this some kind of joke?
You suck at running.
- I don't suck at running.
- [speaking Spanish]
Hey!
- All right,
well, it's your money.
Love you, Hanky.
- Was he always like this?
- [chuckles] Yeah, pretty much.
Like, "not from this world,"
"impossible is nothing"
kind of crazy.
That's Hank.
- So, uh, how's, uh--
how's work at the casino?
- No idea.
Stopped working there
months ago.
Yeah, it just wasn't for me.
Fucking gamblers
yelling at you all the time.
Can't stand them.
Now I'm a go-kart mechanic
at Gene Woods.
- [laughs] No way.
- Yeah, look at my hands.
- Wow.
- No more dirty money,
only dirty hands.
- Ha! I get it.
I get it.
My batteries are dead.
I'll--I'll be right back.
[siren wailing]
- Janet.
- Jack.
- I haven't seen you
in quite some time.
- It's been a while.
- You look different.
- Yeah?
So you're betting
against my brother?
- [scoffs]
Well, he didn't give me
a choice.
He kind of forced my hand.
- Come on, I know you.
You'd never take
a shot in the dark
if you didn't like the odds.
- Touch.
- Are you sure you know
what you're doing?
- Always.
[door closes]
- You guys want to get a bite?
[light music]
- Where at?
- Yeah, I could be
down for that.
- Well, what do we do
with Hank?
- I think he's old enough
to run on his own.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna grab my coat.
- Sweet. Shotgun.
- Whoo! Go, Hank!
You got this!
You can do It!
- Yeah.
- Keep going, buddy!
- Thanks.
- All right!
- Go again.
- Whoo! Whoo!
- [laughs]
- You're giving up already?
- Yeah, I don't
really like running.
Just don't give up, OK?
I'm rooting for you.
[soft music playing]
- Your friend? Sleeping?
- No, he's running.
- Running?
- [chuckles]
- Jesus.
From what, the storm?
- No, from growing up.
- I bet. More coffee?
- Yeah.
[notification chimes]
- Oh, speak of the devil.
- What happened?
- Hank wants to up the bet
and see if other people
want to get involved.
- Yeah?
He must be pretty confident.
- Yeah, he--[laughs]
He wants to know if
I want to buy more action
before the others do.
He's upping the bet
to $1 million.
- What?
[coughing]
- Oh, my God. Hey! You OK?
- [coughing] Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm cool, I swear.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah. [coughing]
- I need to--
- I swear, I'm good.
[coughing]
- God.
You have to pay attention.
- [coughing] Why? I'm--
- I don't want anyone
dying in here.
Frank, the bucket!
- [coughing]
- You OK?
- Yeah. 1 million.
- Yep.
- So what now, Jack?
- I don't know.
This fucker's self-destructing.
He wants all or nothing.
- No surprise there.
- [coughing] Oh, my God.
I almost died.
Whew!
You're not gonna--you're not
gonna buy more, are you, Jack?
That's all he's got.
- Hey, come on.
It's not personal, man.
It's like sitting
at a poker table.
What do you want me to do?
I--I don't soft play.
- This isn't poker.
- This is exactly like poker.
And I'm just calling his bluff
because he's representing
a hand he can't possibly have.
[siren wailing]
All right, let's go.
[suspenseful music]
OK.
My 333K to your 1 million.
Why are you guys
looking at me like that?
What was I supposed to do?
Well, someone was gonna
buy that action.
You know him--
he would have pestered
the whole fucking poker world.
- He's an animal.
- We're not betting on
whether or not he's an animal.
We're betting on whether
he can run 70 miles in 24 hours.
- You keep saying we.
I didn't bet anything.
It was just you.
- OK, yeah, whatever, man.
- Can you pull over?
I want to get some cigarettes.
- Sure.
- Some major weather alerts
for Sandstorm Janet.
Dust advisories,
reporting as Janet appears
and also is in sight
for Las Vegas.
It is a likely chance
that Janet--
- [speaking Spanish]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Jack...
I think I'm in love with her.
- What, Janet?
Oh, man.
She's like Hank with boobs.
- She's different.
I--
- OK.
- I'm hungry again.
[soft music]
[indistinct TV chatter]
- Hank?
Oh, there he is.
Hank, why aren't you running?
- I'm just resting.
- See? I knew it.
I knew--I knew that
this was gonna be
a little bit too much for you.
- You sure you want to do this?
- Oh, yeah. I'm sure.
- All right, well,
if you really want this action,
I have two conditions.
- All right, hit me.
- Condition one:
you have to think
there's a 0% chance
I would cheat you.
And that doesn't mean
there's a 1% chance
and you just live with it.
You have to literally think
there's a 0% chance
I would cheat you.
- Yeah, man, I know you.
You're not gonna cheat.
What else?
- Second condition is that
this doesn't affect
our friendship.
So if I win,
we're still friends.
- [sighs] OK.
But, uh, if you lose,
will we still be friends?
- Yeah, sure.
- You know, if I lose,
I won't hate you.
So, yeah,
we'll still be friends.
All right.
- Here you go, Hank.
[splashing]
I got another one.
[plane engine roaring]
- [sighs]
[sighs]
[vehicle beeping in distance]
[can clanking]
[helicopter rotors thrumming]
[siren wailing]
[curious music]
- Here we go.
Come on. Go left.
That is left.
- Yeah, drop it.
- OK.
- Oh.
- You said drop it.
- Yeah, this is fine.
- VIP seating
for the million dollar bet.
- All right. OK.
- Super neat.
- [sighs]
[bird chirping]
- Hello.
- Who's she?
- No idea.
Oh, shit! I forgot.
I gotta go pick up my prize.
- You won a prize?
- Yeah.
You guys want to come?
- But only if we can go to mine,
pick up my stuff.
It's gonna be a long night.
- Yeah, of course.
Let's go. Come on, Hank!
- Are you some kind of
a gambling hippie commune?
Do you have sex together?
- No! No, no, no.
- We did.
I actually still do.
- Ma'am, we don't do that.
We just gamble.
- Well, that's what
Vegas is about--money, right?
- Oh, this bet is about money,
but, you know, it's--
it's about other things too.
- How much money?
- A lot.
- A lot, how?
A lot 100?
A lot 1,000?
- A lot 1 million.
- What? You're kidding me!
Well, if that's true,
I'd like to get
a piece of that pie.
[light percussive music]
- Ma'am?
Oh, my God. Oh.
Ma'am?
[wheels rolling]
Ma'am?
Ma'am? Ma'am. Ma'am.
Ma'am. Ma'am.
OK, are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm OK.
It's these scooters.
They're always so stubborn.
- Oh, God.
Um, maybe--maybe--
maybe we--maybe we should
take you to the hospital.
- No, I'm OK. Really, I'm OK.
- Oh, not again. Ma'am?
Oh, look, I got to go
to the hospital, man.
I'm sorry.
- So you're that runner guy?
- Uh, what?
- Nancy told me
all about your bet.
- Oh. [chuckles]
- Nothing wrong with her.
I think she acts out a bit
because she's lonely.
She's been coming here a lot
since her husband died.
- So there's--there's
nothing to worry about?
- You're running 70 miles
in 48 hours
for 100K, untrained?
I'd say you might have
something to worry about.
- Oh, well,
it's $1 million and 24 hours.
And it's not me,
it's my friend, so...
- Listen, I'm an urgent care
doctor in Vegas.
I know all about those
"my friend" stories.
You should tell "your friend"
to get trained,
otherwise, he could
seriously hurt himself.
- Wait, wait, wait--
he can really get hurt?
- When an untrained heart
experiences
an extreme amount
of high-intensity cardio,
SCD can occur--
sudden cardiac death.
- What? Death?
- Yes, death.
It's fatal.
But maybe your knees
might give out.
Who knows?
It's not worth the money.
Hang it up.
[dramatic music]
[dog barking]
- [coughing]
[panting]
I can do this.
I can...
[tires screeching]
- What the hell?
It seems like you're
letting this get to you.
You can stop at any time.
- No, I--I can't stop.
I'm right in the middle.
And look, I know
exactly what I'm doing.
- I don't think you do.
You need someone to help you.
- No, I don't think so.
- Yes, you do.
The doctor gave me these.
It relaxes everything.
- [groans]
[sighs] I'm Jack, by the way.
- I know. I'm Nancy.
Where are you from?
- A small town
in Mexico, Missouri--
Audrain County.
- Never heard of it.
- Well, it's farmland, mostly.
Family grew up poor--
poor as poor can be.
You know, I would have
worked at the mill,
like all the other kids
in my school,
if I wasn't such an ace at math.
But, you know, being the only
Black kid in my school,
they couldn't believe that I got
a full ride to Northwestern.
[laughs]
So...where are you from, Nancy?
Nancy?
OK, let's get you home.
- [grunts, sighs]
Oh!
[dogs barking]
- Hey, are you OK?
- Yeah, yeah.
I just--I need a break.
I--I hurt my foot.
Glad to see you're well, ma'am.
- I wish I could say
the same thing about you.
You're gonna lose that bet.
- Hey, dude, what?
- Do we have band-aids?
- Yeah, yeah, in the house.
- You better give up
while you're still breathing.
- Is she moving in now?
- Eh, she's fine.
Hey, sit down.
- I can--I can do it
myself, you know.
- Sit down.
- All right.
- Look, man, I just--
I just talked to a doctor,
a real doctor, and...
She said what you're doing
is dangerous.
- Well, you're betting on it.
- I know I'm betting on it,
and I feel like an asshole, man.
You could actually die.
- Oh, come on.
I'm not gonna die.
I'm just running.
Everything's gonna be fine.
- OK--
- Ow!
- But I'm--
I--I don't know if
I can do this anymore.
- You're chickening out?
- No.
No, it's not--
it's not like that.
That's not what I'm doing.
- Then what's it like?
- It's like I give a fuck
about you, Hank.
All right? You can get SCD.
Sudden cardiac death,
it's a thing.
You can--you can die.
- All right, well, I think
you just realized
you're gonna lose,
and now you're trying
to buy out.
- No.
No, on the contrary.
I just realized that
I'm gonna win, for sure.
[solemn music]
- All right.
- All right, look,
if you feel weird or anything,
you'll stop, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna take a nap.
I'll talk to you later.
I'm gonna win.
- You stubborn son of a bitch.
- So, what, Jack and Hank
are your heroes and--
and you study them?
[laughs] That's hilarious.
- What's so funny?
They're great.
- Ha! They're like children.
Just, like, constantly playing
games against each other.
[turn signal clicking]
- Wait, wait, wait.
Uh, Janet--
- What's up?
- I, uh...
I think I like you.
- Oh, shit!
Aw.
Oh, that's--it's sweet.
- Yeah?
- Tony, thank you.
Oh.
Ah! Please stop.
- OK.
- Uh...
I like you too.
I really--
I really, really do, Tony.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, sure.
Um, just--I worked at a casino.
And I know you guys,
and I know my brother,
and it's weird, so...
Uh, I'll step out.
Kay, bye.
- All right.
- Hey, pretty girl.
- Hi, ma'am.
You're still here?
Where's my brother?
- Is he the runner
or the pensive one?
- The runner.
- They had a little accident.
They're inside.
[pensive music]
- Hey.
[door closes]
You OK?
- Yeah.
I'm thinking Mom and George
should be here.
- Why do you want them here?
- I just really feel
like they should be here.
- OK, I mean, cool.
It's your bet.
You know what to do.
- [scoffs]
Actually, I don't really
know what to do.
That's the problem.
I feel lost somehow.
I don't know how else
to explain it.
I feel totally lost in my life.
- Oh, come on.
Don't give me that shit.
You're 30. You're good.
You got time.
You're--you're really serious?
- Yeah, I think so.
Everything I do in my life
just seems to depress me.
- Mm.
Well, then stop.
Change shit up.
I did it.
And really, it really did
make me feel better--
at least for a while.
That's what this is
all about, isn't it?
Just putting the bar
where you can feel something.
- I'm gonna get through this.
Don't worry about me.
- I know, Hanky, I know.
You've done a lot
of stupid shit in your life,
and you're still here.
[laughs]
Never really about the money,
though, was it?
- Yeah.
[siren wailing]
[indistinct TV chatter]
- Pair of jacks.
- Hey, is he sleeping?
- No, I don't--
I don't think he'll be able to,
but my parents are coming.
- [laughs] Wait, what?
Here?
- Yep.
- Well--well, I thought
they were in LA.
- Yeah, they just left.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Uh, how's your foot?
- It's good as new.
- What?
- And he's back at it.
- There he is.
[jazzy music]
[siren wailing]
- You one of us now?
- The tall one wouldn't
let me on the bet.
I'll have to go somewhere else
to get some action.
[sighs]
- Good luck, Hank!
- Thanks, Stevie.
- Are you following me?
You're freaking me out.
You want to join the bet?
- See? They are all the same.
[dog howls]
The only thing that counts
is the thrill.
You don't give a shit
about anything else, right?
- I wouldn't put it that way.
- [chuckles]
[dog barks]
I bet you do.
Goshi, get in.
- He's gonna need drugs
to finish this, huh?
- Yeah, probably.
- Don't forget, he's an animal.
- Hey, how can you be
so calm right now?
- I'm not the one betting,
and I'm not the one running.
- She's right.
- OK, so it's just
all my fault then, right?
- Come on, Jack.
Relax.
This is just between
you and Hank.
It's that simple.
- It's--it's not simple.
- Well, I mean,
it's pretty simple, right?
It's just--it's just a bet.
- Yeah.
- Whose side are you on, Tony?
- I'm not taking sides, Jack.
- OK.
- I'm trying to be
with you both equally.
- All right, man.
I'm--I'm hungry.
Let's--let's get
something to eat.
- Yeah, I'm down.
But someone's got to watch Hank.
- I will, but I'm sure
he'll be fine.
- All right, I'm driving.
- Yes.
- Wind's already picking up
here in Las Vegas,
as we are tracking
Sandstorm Janet,
now less than 12 hours away.
Winds already starting to be
a big issue for Las Vegas.
Already a huge issue
in California,
as Sandstorm Janet now
making its way into Nevada.
[pensive music]
- Here you go, Hanky.
- Thanks.
[windchimes clinking]
- Hey, kiddo.
What you doing out at this hour?
- I'm just waiting
for the storm to come.
- Ah. You and me both.
Scared of it?
- No, no, no.
I mean, now something is
finally happening with my life.
- I hear you.
I think it might get
out of control.
- Maybe, but you can't
control everything.
- You know, you're right.
Parents home?
- Yeah, yeah.
We're, um, actually
gonna get out of town,
so we're getting ready.
- Right, storm.
- Yeah.
So I gotta go.
Bye.
- Bye.
Be safe.
[windchimes clinking]
[helicopter rotors thrumming]
- [singing indistinctly]
[soft music playing]
- So what are you gonna do
with your million?
- [laughs]
Well, I don't know
if I'm gonna win yet.
But when I do, I don't know,
I'll probably just buy a car
and put the rest away.
You know I got
a big-ass family, man.
- What, like an expensive car,
like a Viper or something?
- Nah, man.
Like a--like a 30K car
or something, you know.
Hey, I gotta hit--take a piss.
- Money is wasted on the rich.
30--you got $1 million.
You could have, like,
a really nice car.
Thank you.
- So is Hank still running?
- Oh, yeah.
You're--you're still working?
You've been here forever.
- [groans]
Well, it's, uh, my third shift.
[sighs]
All the money goes to my kids.
- Is that legal,
three shifts in a row?
- Is having to pay
for medical insurance legal?
- I don't know.
- Mm.
You got insurance?
- I don't think so.
- Slow down, Tony.
- Thanks for saving my life,
by the way.
- Got you, boo.
- It hurt,
but it was really nice.
[jazzy music]
At least get a BMW M6.
- Aw, come on. Just drop it.
- Oh, they're here.
[indistinct TV chatter]
[door closes]
- Hey, hey. Uh, they here?
- Yeah, they're upstairs
in his bedroom with him.
- Um...
do they know about the--the bet?
- Yeah. I mean,
he--he told them about it,
but he didn't really
go into much detail.
He's acting really strange.
Like, he's super tired,
but he can't sleep.
I've never seen him like this.
[door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
- Hi, I'm Julia, Hank's mother.
- Hi, I--um, I'm Tony.
- I'm Jack.
Uh, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
[dog barking in distance]
[lighter flicking]
- Mind me smoking in here?
- You already lit it.
- So this is gonna be
a long day.
I can't believe
what Hank's doing.
I can't believe
he's being so reckless.
But more than anything,
I can't believe
the people that are
making him do this.
- Oh, yeah. [laughs]
Actually, um--um, we're--
we're the people
who are making him--
well, we're not making him.
It was his idea,
but the--yeah, it--
- He didn't tell me that.
Oh, my God.
I can't believe this.
You bet against him?
- I didn't.
- You say you're his friends?
- I didn't--
- No, boys.
You're not--you're not friends.
- Mom, just calm down.
You know Hank was
gonna do this either way.
- You be quiet.
I'm talking to his friends.
- Uh, sorry, Julia,
but Janet's right.
He was gonna do this whether
we tried to stop him or not.
So we--so, you know,
we're gonna help him.
We're gonna, you know,
make sure that he's safe.
- Listen, John.
- Jack.
- Whatever.
You stab someone in the back
and get him to the hospital,
genius.
I'm not gonna let you risk
my son's health
just so you guys can
have your payday.
My son is not doing this bet.
- All right, uh,
with all due respect,
ma'am, that is not your call.
- No?
You're wrong.
It is my call, John.
- [gulps]
- This bet is over.
Listen.
I'll--I'll figure out a way
to get you paid.
You'll get your money.
That's all you care about.
[tense music]
- Hey, man.
- I take care of Hank, don't I?
- Yeah.
- I'm his friend, right?
She was talking to me like
I was some slimy
piece of shit, man.
- To be fair, his mom also
talked to her daughter
like she's a piece of shit.
Janet's great.
So take it with a grain of salt.
You know, they're never gonna
understand what you're doing.
Like, would you ask them
how to play poker, ever?
- Right.
It's a good point.
[water running]
- [sighs]
- Everything OK?
- I'm just hungry.
- I'm taking you out to dinner.
- Mom, no!
We already talked about this.
Stop.
- He wants to eat pasta.
- What about the bet?
- I don't know.
I guess we'll see what happens.
- [sighs]
- Pasta.
Isn't that--
isn't that a mom's job?
- Ha!
Yeah, I don't think you want
to eat what she cooks.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'll--I'll do it.
[utensil clinking]
- Mmm.
You guys aren't gonna eat?
Guys, it's a bet.
It's not a funeral.
I feel good.
- [scoffs] OK.
[sighs]
[dog barking in distance]
- Hey, you guys want pasta?
- I think your mother would
probably like some real food,
like a nice, red steak.
- You could do with one too--
and you.
[door closes]
- Your dad seems like
an interesting guy.
- Uh, stepdad.
Yep, died in a car race
when I was seven.
- [sighs]
- I don't think anybody knows
the sheer size of Janet's--
- There he goes, back at it.
- All sorts of havoc--
[clinking]
- It's wonderful out here,
isn't it?
- Yeah.
Just wish he wasn't
running for his life.
There's something fatal
in his genes.
You know what I mean?
- I know.
- I think we should
call the police.
- [laughs]
Honey, you can't call the police
for running at night.
He'll be all right.
He's got us.
- I can't keep doing this
if you keep looking at me
like this.
- I'm waiting for you
to stop this nonsense.
- We already talked about this.
That fucking look.
Come on! Are you--ah!
[groans]
[dog barking in distance]
What are you doing?
- I'm running with you.
Is that the kind of support
you want?
- I--I want support,
but not like that.
- Jesus, I haven't run
in decades.
- Are you OK?
- Come here.
I think I got something
in my shoe.
I know why you're doing this.
- Can we talk about it
after I finish the bet?
- It's about your father.
- You know,
you don't understand.
It's not about him!
It's about me.
- That's it. I'm out of here.
[tense music]
- Leave me alone.
- See? I was right.
- No, you're not.
- I am.
Right?
[dog barks]
[dramatic music]
- Welcome to Las Vegas
and the main event
of the World Series.
A day when every
decision counts.
The journey has only just begun.
- [laughs] Look at that.
- Just watching
my favorite player.
It's all about strategy, right?
- It is day five--
- Hey, look,
this thing with Hank, it's--
it's not a game anymore, Tony.
- You said it yourself.
It's a game.
- Yeah, I know what I said.
But you can't die
in a poker game.
This changes everything.
What--what's the expected
value on that?
Huh?
It's infinitely negative
for everyone involved.
The only rational thing
to do is just to...
God, I don't fucking know
anymore, Tony.
- 569 players are down
to just 259.
Lots of money to be won
from here on out--
- I really like having
Janet around.
- Yeah, I know.
- No, not like that.
But, you know,
thank God for normal people.
You know, Jack?
- It's your table.
We don't need no stinking--
[notification chimes]
- That's me.
Hey, Curt.
What's up, bro?
Yeah, you're right.
I--I forgot.
But there's some big stuff
happening here--
- Oh, no.
Don't talk about the bet.
- What?
- No, nothing about the bet.
- Oh, I can't talk
about it, though.
No, I can't.
Yeah, I'll just see you in 20.
See you in 20, yeah.
Look, I--I know
you feel bad about it.
- What?
I don't feel bad about this.
- I mean, you do.
Take care of Hank.
- A look at Robert Heidorn...
[door closes]
Sitting on a stack
of $5.3 million.
Also in the field,
poker pro Lars Bonding.
He finished 22nd
in the main event back in 2011.
Hoping, of course,
to surpass that this year.
[TV beeps, turns off]
[siren wailing]
[lively music playing]
[helicopter rotors thrumming]
[solemn music]
- [sniffling]
[coughing]
[clears throat]
Mm.
- [singing indistinctly]
No, no.
[siren wailing]
- Oh...
Hank?
Hank!
Oh, God! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Hey, wait, wait, wait.
That's my best friend.
Wait, that's my best friend!
- Get back!
We're losing him!
- No, no. Let me talk to him!
Hank, man. I'm sorry, man.
- 2 million.
- What?
- Let's make it 2 million.
- Did you--do you guys hear him?
He's--he's crazy.
He's--he's--he's crazy.
He--he's doing this
to himself, guys.
- 2 million.
Are you in, or are you out?
- No.
No, I'm out. I'm out, man.
I'm out. This is stupid!
Hey, Hank.
Hank!
No, no, no! He did this!
- 2 million.
- No!
[gasps]
[alarm dinging]
Fuck.
He really is an animal.
[birds chirping]
[keys jingling]
- No, it's...
Hank took my toy rabbit,
and it's gone...
[door closes]
[brakes squeaking]
[tires screeching]
- Whoa!
What the fuck, man?
What, are you trying to kill me?
- Are you trying to die?
What's wrong with you, Hank?
- Nothing.
I've run 77% of the distance
in 78% of the time.
[engine revving]
[pensive music]
[dog barking]
Ju--just--huh!
[breathing heavily]
- [screams]
[screaming]
[panting]
[phone ringing]
- Jack, what's up?
- He's catching up.
- I know, I saw.
- I'll come pick you up
for breakfast.
- Great. Where are you?
- I'm downtown.
Look, I'll come by
and pick you up at the corner.
I can't be around
Hank's parents right now.
- Yeah, I don't want
to walk past that woman
ever in my life.
I'll see you in a few minutes.
Just finishing up some...
thing.
- We've never seen
anything like this.
The sandstorm's quite a bit,
but the sheer size of--
- Jesus, it's getting worse.
- I know.
- It's kind of exciting,
though, right?
- Yeah.
- Strong winds--
- Hey, have you--
have you seen Hank?
- Yeah, seems like
he's in a good mood.
- Yeah, I think
he's gonna make it.
- Yeah.
- Less than two hours away.
It's hard now--
- Hey, uh, Janet?
- Yeah?
- Check this out.
- Winds already causing
a major impact for the state.
Drivers are seeing
traffic backups right now--
- Quick hands, see?
- Neat.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Don't waste my smokes, though.
- OK. It's not wasted.
- This will cause problems
for hours--
- Why is it wet?
- It's not.
- See a hurricane. Several--
[pensive music]
- [laughs] You're a beast, Hank!
Morning.
- Morning, my boy.
- I totally knew it, man.
Keep it up.
- Then why the fuck did you bet
against him, you fuck?
- Ma'am--Mrs. Griffin,
uh, I don't know how many times
I have to tell you,
I--I didn't bet
against your son.
- You didn't stop him, either.
That makes you an enabler,
just like the other one.
- Don't be so hard on them.
They're just kids.
- Do they look like kids
to you, George?
Think before you speak.
- I think Hank's mom's
gonna kill us.
- Hey!
You giving up?
- I told you,
I'm not gonna stop.
- Clearly.
Get moving.
You got less than
10 miles to go.
- Thanks, Mom.
[horn honking]
[knocking]
- Thank God.
- Sorry, boys.
We had to close.
- What--what happened?
- They just gave a warning
about Janet a half hour ago.
Every public place must close
until further notice.
- Are you serious?
- I'm not thrilled
about this myself.
Sorry, guys.
- Son of a bitch!
This story will never end. Look.
"I've ran 60 miles
with 3 hours left.
"I'll run 10 miles in 3 hours,
no problem.
I'll let you buy out
for 200K as a favor to you."
Fuck!
Dude, I--I'd have to pay 133K
to have a shot at a million.
I--I need a 10% chance
for that bet to be
profitable, man,
1 in 10.
No, it's got to be
better than that.
It's got to be--
they said the last 10 miles
are the hardest, right?
Right?
- That--that--that sounds right.
- Right.
Yeah, like hell I'm taking that.
- But--but you should take it.
He's--he's gonna finish.
- No. No, I can't stop now.
- I mean, you can stop now.
What are we gonna do for food?
- There's a gas station
on the corner.
- A gas station?
- Yeah, you can get
a churro or something.
- We are already
in the heart of the storm,
as Janet already making its way
into the city as we speak.
Hard to see anything at all.
We can't see the mountains.
Very hard to see
the Las Vegas Strip.
- This is gonna cause
some serious damage.
- Come on, what are the chances
that a sandstorm
is gonna devastate Las Vegas?
- Can now be seen in Las Vegas.
- Look.
- We're asking you
to stay indoors
and do the best you can
to be safe
as Janet make it--
makes its way now
through the city as we speak.
My cameraman and I are
gonna have to seek--
seek some shelter
before we lose communication.
[continues indistinctly]
[wind blowing]
- He stopped.
- What?
- He--he stopped running,
but he's not home.
- Shit, um...
let's go.
[tense music]
- There he is!
Hank!
Hank!
- Oh, shit.
My legs just stopped.
- You OK?
- What the hell, man?
You almost gave me
a heart attack.
You tried to con me with
that buy-out thing, didn't you?
- No, man. You know me.
I'd never do that.
OK, here's the thing.
I--I thought it would be cake.
Three hours left.
Oh, my God.
You were right not to take it.
How much time do I have left?
- You got about an hour
to run 4 miles.
[wind gusting]
We gotta get going.
Janet's tearing up the city.
Everything's closed,
even the casinos.
- The casinos?
- Yeah.
- What the hell, man?
Now he's back
to being all right?
This is fucking ridiculous!
- He's just giving it
all he's got.
- Come on, man!
Whose side are you on, Tony?
- I'm not on a side, Jack!
- Whatever!
- What do I do with the car?
- Figure it out, all right?
[tense music]
- Hey there, Jack.
- I parked your car over there.
- Fuck.
[sighs]
- Just look at this shot.
It kind of looks like
the city was on fire.
Like there was a wildfire
burning there.
But that's really
just a wall of sand.
An amazing sight out there.
There is literally
zero visibility on the ground,
and also for planes.
Can you can imagine
how difficult it is
for people to get around?
Also, zero visibility
for planes.
Everything brought
to a standstill.
All that sand blowing
into the city.
A scary situation.
[sirens wailing]
- There is a county
stay-at-home order.
Please seek shelter immediately.
[siren wailing]
There is a county
stay-at-home order.
The Governor--
What in God's name are you
doing out here?
- We're just finishing a bet.
- A bet?
Of course, it's a fucking bet!
Not a day goes by
without this kind of bullshit.
Go inside now!
- Let 'em go.
We got too much going on
right now.
- So you are all out here
risking your fucking lives
for a lousy bet?
- Hey, I wouldn't call
$1 million a lousy bet.
- What?
- It's a million-dollar bet.
- Unbelievable.
It would take me
50 years of service
to make that kind of money.
What for?
- Just a few laps
around the block.
[tense music]
- Is that your runner?
I wouldn't bet $10 on him.
Unbelievable.
Where is he running to?
Hey!
Hey, stop!
You all seek shelter right now!
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, sir, please!
- Put your hands down.
- I'd rather keep them up.
Thank you.
- Wait! Sir, wait, wait!
Wait, please! Wait.
You gotta let him finish.
You gotta let him
finish the bet.
You gotta let him finish!
In that moment, I knew
I was supposed to lose.
I deserved to lose.
Somewhere in all this,
there was a lesson
I needed to learn.
I needed to see clearly
that I was holding on
to nothing.
[panting]
[siren wailing]
[bird chirping]
- Hey, so you're leaving?
- Yeah, man, it's, uh--
it's the end
of a long run for me.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
How are you, man?
- Well, I--I'm good.
I'm just, uh--
my knees are a little sore,
but, uh, I'm good.
- If you need something,
you can call me.
- Thank you.
You too.
[birds chirping]
- [sighs]
- Hey, did you ever notice
that crane over there?
- Oh, yeah, they're doing, uh,
construction
over at Stevie's house.
- Huh.
I bet I could climb
up to the top
and jump into her pool.
What do you think?
- No.
- I'm serious.
- No, I know you're serious.
- I'm--
4 to 1?
- [laughs] Fuck you, man.
[engine starts]
Bye.
[soft music]
- For all of you that are still
suffering Sandstorm Janet,
I can assure you
that every storm brings
something different to you.
It gave us metrologists
a lot to calculate,
but in the end,
nothing was harmed.
But the next comes, for sure,
if we don't change our habits.
But we wouldn't be living
in Las Vegas if we would.
This is Radio 24 from Las Vegas.
Have a wonderful day.
And don't forget,
life is too short
for not gambling.
- Spare some change?
- Yeah, uh...
Uh, I'm sorry, man.
Looks like I had
a bad beat myself.
- Ain't got anything
for an old gambler?
- Here.
Good luck.
- Thanks, buddy.
[upbeat music]
[thudding]
[siren wailing]
[wind blowing]
[curious music]
- Did you know that
the probability for a hurricane
to hit Las Vegas is
1 in 23 million,
a sandstorm at 1 in 1,200,
and a drunken driver at 1 in 10?
When you see the world
in numbers and percentages,
like I do, playing the odds
becomes something like a drug.
And even if you think
that you're in control,
everything can get
out of hand very easily.
[tires squealing]
[electricity crackling]
- It's your cut.
- Call.
- Call.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- I will call security.
- OK.
I don't even like it here
anyways, you know?
- All right.
I fold.
Good luck, guys.
Hank?
[games chiming]
- This fucking machine
is broken.
- [speaking indistinctly]
You got to go.
- All right.
- Hey, man. Hey.
Hey, what--hey, what happened?
- He just needs some fresh air.
- All right, I got it. I got it.
Hank.
- Assholes!
- Hey, what the fuck
is wrong with you, man?
- That party I was at
was so boring, but--
but they had a great open bar.
- OK.
- Everything's fine.
- Yeah, it looks fine.
Hey, come on.
How about we get you
something to eat?
How about it?
[jazzy music]
I had returned to Vegas
after a long break,
getting back to the world
of poker--my world.
I took care of my friends
and our house off the strip.
I was earning a lot of money
doing what I liked to do.
I had built a great reputation
and 300K in cash.
I thought that things
were under control.
[rock music playing]
[car door closes]
[knocking]
Oh, Jesus.
Come on, man. Come on.
- You're the best mom
I never had.
- No, you have a mom.
Eat your eggs, man.
Come on.
- More coffee, Hank?
Oh, rough night?
- You bet.
- [slurps]
- Look at that guy.
- What guy?
- That guy.
I like his shorts.
- [chuckles] That guy?
He's out there every other night
training for a marathon.
You should go out there.
Help you sober up a bit.
- Hank? No. No.
He's not a long-distance guy.
He can't stick
to anything that long.
- Dude, I'm a born athlete.
- Born athlete?
No, you were born
to sit at a poker table.
That's what you're good at, man.
Stick to it.
- What do you guys think
about all that Janet business?
- How do you know my sister?
- Sandstorm Janet.
It's a big one.
Never happened before--
they say, in Vegas, anyway.
Climate change and all that.
- When did they start
naming sandstorms?
- I hope Janet comes to Vegas.
Give me a day off.
- Yeah, right.
That'd be wild.
[siren wailing]
[smooth music]
- Spare some change?
- [chuckles]
Yeah, I can help you out, man.
- Thank you.
[engine starts]
[knocking]
- All right, double or nothing.
Red, you get your money back.
Black, you give me another 20.
- Seriously, man?
Take that money and get yourself
something good to eat,
all right?
- Wait.
Wait.
- No, no.
- Good morning, Janet.
- I had a strange
relationship with Hank.
- Yeah.
- He was like a child,
whereas by 5,
I was already an adult.
I admired him
for his easygoingness,
his intuitive game,
but I also hated him for it.
- Oh, perfect.
Right where I left off.
Hey, you want to race?
- Nah, I'm good.
I'm gonna go straight to bed.
Oh, yeah.
By the way, I extended the lease
on the apartment
for three months.
- That's perfect.
[video game beeping]
- Mm!
[spits]
Ah, fucking gross!
- Spoiled?
- Oh, God, I'm gonna
have to return it.
I paid $4 for this.
[video game beeping]
Hey, get some sleep.
You look like shit.
- I feel fine.
- All right.
- No, seriously, I feel--
I feel good--
physically, I mean.
- I bet.
- All right, good.
I feel good.
[dog barking]
[alarm buzzing]
- Making its way into Las Vegas.
Already problems in California.
Major traffic backups.
Everybody preparing.
We're asking you to stay inside
as Sandstorm Janet makes
its way towards Las Vegas.
Be careful.
Reporting live here--
- [sighs]
- 3 to 1, man. Come on.
It must be profitable for you.
[phone ringing]
Oh, can you hold on one second?
I gotta get this call.
- Jack, what do you think?
- What do I think about what?
- What do you think is
a good quote
betting against Hank running
70 miles in 24 hours?
- Hey, did you get my message?
- What is he talking about?
- Hank's gonna run
70 miles in 24 hours,
and he's looking for someone
to bet 100K against him.
Milk has a really funny taste
today, by the way.
- Oh, my God.
- Hey, does 3 to 1 sound
fair to you guys?
- A 3 to 1 against
you making it?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, that seems
pretty fair to me.
- It's a hugely profitable bet.
I'm giving you 3 to 1 odds!
It should be 1 to 1,
but you know,
I really want to do it,
and--and we're friends.
- Nah, I don't know.
I don't like it.
It's--sorry, man, I--
I got to catch up on some sleep.
- [groans] Yeah, yeah.
All right.
Hey, how much are you
gonna buy in?
- What, me?
- Yeah.
- Uh, I'm not buying shit, bro.
I'm not a prop bet guy,
you know that.
Why don't you ask Tony?
- Well, I can't.
We have a bet
against us having bets.
- Really?
- It's true.
- Jesus, what's wrong
with you guys?
- You said it was
more than fair.
- I did, but I don't--
I don't want to bet against you.
- Don't be such a wimp.
How much?
- Look, have you--
have you ever run
an entire marathon?
- No, of course not.
- That's crazy.
70 miles is like--
it's like three marathons,
back to back to back.
You--there's no possible way
you can do that.
- Says you and how much?
[indistinct TV chatter]
Jack, Jack, listen to me.
You're wrong. I can do it.
I--I did 5 miles the other week,
and it was a walk in the park.
And--oh, and I was--
I was a wrestler in high school.
You remember that?
So I can take heavy fatigue.
That's what that means.
It's 70 miles.
I can do that, no problem.
And I really want to do it,
so come on.
What's the most you can do?
[suspenseful music]
- All right, I'll do 50.
My 50K to your 150.
- All right, booked.
- What?
Dude, this is gonna be harsh.
- Nah, he'll realize pretty soon
that he can't possibly do this,
and he'll try to buy out.
- I don't know, man.
You know him.
He's not gonna stop
unless his heart does.
- [scoffs] Right.
- OK.
- [sighs]
OK, I'm ready.
- Oh, he's motivated.
- Where should I run?
- Well, Echo Bay is, like,
70 miles away.
We could meet you
there tomorrow.
- Are you nuts?
I don't want to get hit
by a truck.
- Run around the block then.
- Here?
- Yeah, you know, so you can
take breaks and stuff.
- He's getting pretty serious
about this.
Ow! Jeez.
- Whoa. Whoa.
What the fuck, man?
- What?
You just bet 50K
like it was nothing.
Now you're freaking out
over some sunglasses?
- These aren't just
any sunglasses.
These are my Ray-Ban Olympians.
I got these with
my first real poker win.
- OK, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
Get a case.
- I had been in
this situation before.
I had seen Hank make
lots of silly prop bets,
and I've seen him get burned
countless times.
I knew him.
I knew that look in his eyes
and that resolve in his voice.
And I'd come to realize
that I couldn't stop him
from doing any of these things.
- OK, I can run here.
I can track my progress
with this app.
- That makes sense.
What are the rules?
- Well, I'll start it at 12:30.
And no walking,
but I can break
as many times as I require.
- OK.
- OK.
- And just ask us
when you need food.
- Anything else?
- Uh, no, I think, uh--
I think that's
all we need for now.
- Deal.
- Deal.
- All right.
All right, I'm starting.
- Now?
[upbeat music]
- Good luck, Hank!
- I'm out!
- Hey, this is the worst bet
I've ever seen you make.
But I'm gonna let you
make it, man.
- That's good.
- This is silly.
- Yeah, I'm gonna sit.
Ah.
Ah, OK.
- Yeah, that's a good idea.
Gosh.
Oh, my gosh.
This is--[laughs]
This is such a stupid bet.
- I don't know, man.
- [chuckles]
- I think he's gonna do it.
- Nah, that pace was too fast.
[laughs]
He'll tucker out real soon.
Easy money.
- You got it, Hank.
- [laughs]
One round down.
- And about a gazillion to go.
- How long do you think
he'll last?
- I don't know, man.
Hank's an animal.
- Well, the entire block
is about 100 meters,
give or take.
- Meters?
- OK, it's 320 feet,
approximately.
The sides are about
66 feet each?
So that's 772 feet.
And 70 miles multiplied by
the number of feet in a mile,
it's 5,280 divided by 772.
[laughs]
That's 478 rounds.
- That sounds about right.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Yep.
I don't think this is
humanly possible,
and he's giving you 3 to 1?
- [laughs] Yeah.
- That's a crazy son of a bitch.
- Well, his loss.
- Life doesn't make much sense.
- Hey, Stevie.
- I mean, why do I have to
wake up every single morning
just to live another boring day?
- I'm--I'm gonna go
put on some pants.
- You're gonna have to answer
that one for yourself.
- Look, I'm serious, OK?
I'm having
an existential crisis.
- Wow. What happened?
- Nothing.
Look, see, that's the problem.
When nothing happens,
you have a lot of time to think.
[upbeat music]
Hank!
Can I run with you?
- Sure.
- I need some change in my life.
[indistinct TV chatter]
- You know,
I know what he's doing.
[sighs]
You know, he's trying to--
he's trying to make this
bigger than it is.
He--he's trying to be a hero.
Hey, has this painting
always been here?
Hey, Tony?
Tony?
- I--I don't know
what you're talking about.
I'm really stressed out about
the food situation right now.
I know pretty soon
we're gonna need some proteins,
and we're running
really low on carbs.
So I have no idea what
the hell you're talking about.
[smooth music]
- This is crazy, guys.
They say there's a 20% chance.
- Wait.
What--how--how do you know?
- It's all over the news.
- What? The news?
- They're--they're talking
about him on the news?
- "Him"?
What the hell's wrong
with you guys?
It's a her.
They named it after me.
[TV beeps]
- Watch as we are tracking
Sandstorm Janet,
just 20 hours away
from striking Las Vegas.
- Dudes, you're so wrapped up
in your lousy poker world.
This is huge.
- They--they really
named it Janet?
- Oh, my God, I--
you know, I--I thought you were
talking about your brother.
- Hank?
Why would he be on the news?
Where is that useless prick,
anyways?
[plane engine roaring]
Can you stop for a minute?
- I can't.
If I stop, I'll fall asleep.
- Come on.
Is this some kind of joke?
You suck at running.
- I don't suck at running.
- [speaking Spanish]
Hey!
- All right,
well, it's your money.
Love you, Hanky.
- Was he always like this?
- [chuckles] Yeah, pretty much.
Like, "not from this world,"
"impossible is nothing"
kind of crazy.
That's Hank.
- So, uh, how's, uh--
how's work at the casino?
- No idea.
Stopped working there
months ago.
Yeah, it just wasn't for me.
Fucking gamblers
yelling at you all the time.
Can't stand them.
Now I'm a go-kart mechanic
at Gene Woods.
- [laughs] No way.
- Yeah, look at my hands.
- Wow.
- No more dirty money,
only dirty hands.
- Ha! I get it.
I get it.
My batteries are dead.
I'll--I'll be right back.
[siren wailing]
- Janet.
- Jack.
- I haven't seen you
in quite some time.
- It's been a while.
- You look different.
- Yeah?
So you're betting
against my brother?
- [scoffs]
Well, he didn't give me
a choice.
He kind of forced my hand.
- Come on, I know you.
You'd never take
a shot in the dark
if you didn't like the odds.
- Touch.
- Are you sure you know
what you're doing?
- Always.
[door closes]
- You guys want to get a bite?
[light music]
- Where at?
- Yeah, I could be
down for that.
- Well, what do we do
with Hank?
- I think he's old enough
to run on his own.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna grab my coat.
- Sweet. Shotgun.
- Whoo! Go, Hank!
You got this!
You can do It!
- Yeah.
- Keep going, buddy!
- Thanks.
- All right!
- Go again.
- Whoo! Whoo!
- [laughs]
- You're giving up already?
- Yeah, I don't
really like running.
Just don't give up, OK?
I'm rooting for you.
[soft music playing]
- Your friend? Sleeping?
- No, he's running.
- Running?
- [chuckles]
- Jesus.
From what, the storm?
- No, from growing up.
- I bet. More coffee?
- Yeah.
[notification chimes]
- Oh, speak of the devil.
- What happened?
- Hank wants to up the bet
and see if other people
want to get involved.
- Yeah?
He must be pretty confident.
- Yeah, he--[laughs]
He wants to know if
I want to buy more action
before the others do.
He's upping the bet
to $1 million.
- What?
[coughing]
- Oh, my God. Hey! You OK?
- [coughing] Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm cool, I swear.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah. [coughing]
- I need to--
- I swear, I'm good.
[coughing]
- God.
You have to pay attention.
- [coughing] Why? I'm--
- I don't want anyone
dying in here.
Frank, the bucket!
- [coughing]
- You OK?
- Yeah. 1 million.
- Yep.
- So what now, Jack?
- I don't know.
This fucker's self-destructing.
He wants all or nothing.
- No surprise there.
- [coughing] Oh, my God.
I almost died.
Whew!
You're not gonna--you're not
gonna buy more, are you, Jack?
That's all he's got.
- Hey, come on.
It's not personal, man.
It's like sitting
at a poker table.
What do you want me to do?
I--I don't soft play.
- This isn't poker.
- This is exactly like poker.
And I'm just calling his bluff
because he's representing
a hand he can't possibly have.
[siren wailing]
All right, let's go.
[suspenseful music]
OK.
My 333K to your 1 million.
Why are you guys
looking at me like that?
What was I supposed to do?
Well, someone was gonna
buy that action.
You know him--
he would have pestered
the whole fucking poker world.
- He's an animal.
- We're not betting on
whether or not he's an animal.
We're betting on whether
he can run 70 miles in 24 hours.
- You keep saying we.
I didn't bet anything.
It was just you.
- OK, yeah, whatever, man.
- Can you pull over?
I want to get some cigarettes.
- Sure.
- Some major weather alerts
for Sandstorm Janet.
Dust advisories,
reporting as Janet appears
and also is in sight
for Las Vegas.
It is a likely chance
that Janet--
- [speaking Spanish]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Jack...
I think I'm in love with her.
- What, Janet?
Oh, man.
She's like Hank with boobs.
- She's different.
I--
- OK.
- I'm hungry again.
[soft music]
[indistinct TV chatter]
- Hank?
Oh, there he is.
Hank, why aren't you running?
- I'm just resting.
- See? I knew it.
I knew--I knew that
this was gonna be
a little bit too much for you.
- You sure you want to do this?
- Oh, yeah. I'm sure.
- All right, well,
if you really want this action,
I have two conditions.
- All right, hit me.
- Condition one:
you have to think
there's a 0% chance
I would cheat you.
And that doesn't mean
there's a 1% chance
and you just live with it.
You have to literally think
there's a 0% chance
I would cheat you.
- Yeah, man, I know you.
You're not gonna cheat.
What else?
- Second condition is that
this doesn't affect
our friendship.
So if I win,
we're still friends.
- [sighs] OK.
But, uh, if you lose,
will we still be friends?
- Yeah, sure.
- You know, if I lose,
I won't hate you.
So, yeah,
we'll still be friends.
All right.
- Here you go, Hank.
[splashing]
I got another one.
[plane engine roaring]
- [sighs]
[sighs]
[vehicle beeping in distance]
[can clanking]
[helicopter rotors thrumming]
[siren wailing]
[curious music]
- Here we go.
Come on. Go left.
That is left.
- Yeah, drop it.
- OK.
- Oh.
- You said drop it.
- Yeah, this is fine.
- VIP seating
for the million dollar bet.
- All right. OK.
- Super neat.
- [sighs]
[bird chirping]
- Hello.
- Who's she?
- No idea.
Oh, shit! I forgot.
I gotta go pick up my prize.
- You won a prize?
- Yeah.
You guys want to come?
- But only if we can go to mine,
pick up my stuff.
It's gonna be a long night.
- Yeah, of course.
Let's go. Come on, Hank!
- Are you some kind of
a gambling hippie commune?
Do you have sex together?
- No! No, no, no.
- We did.
I actually still do.
- Ma'am, we don't do that.
We just gamble.
- Well, that's what
Vegas is about--money, right?
- Oh, this bet is about money,
but, you know, it's--
it's about other things too.
- How much money?
- A lot.
- A lot, how?
A lot 100?
A lot 1,000?
- A lot 1 million.
- What? You're kidding me!
Well, if that's true,
I'd like to get
a piece of that pie.
[light percussive music]
- Ma'am?
Oh, my God. Oh.
Ma'am?
[wheels rolling]
Ma'am?
Ma'am? Ma'am. Ma'am.
Ma'am. Ma'am.
OK, are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm OK.
It's these scooters.
They're always so stubborn.
- Oh, God.
Um, maybe--maybe--
maybe we--maybe we should
take you to the hospital.
- No, I'm OK. Really, I'm OK.
- Oh, not again. Ma'am?
Oh, look, I got to go
to the hospital, man.
I'm sorry.
- So you're that runner guy?
- Uh, what?
- Nancy told me
all about your bet.
- Oh. [chuckles]
- Nothing wrong with her.
I think she acts out a bit
because she's lonely.
She's been coming here a lot
since her husband died.
- So there's--there's
nothing to worry about?
- You're running 70 miles
in 48 hours
for 100K, untrained?
I'd say you might have
something to worry about.
- Oh, well,
it's $1 million and 24 hours.
And it's not me,
it's my friend, so...
- Listen, I'm an urgent care
doctor in Vegas.
I know all about those
"my friend" stories.
You should tell "your friend"
to get trained,
otherwise, he could
seriously hurt himself.
- Wait, wait, wait--
he can really get hurt?
- When an untrained heart
experiences
an extreme amount
of high-intensity cardio,
SCD can occur--
sudden cardiac death.
- What? Death?
- Yes, death.
It's fatal.
But maybe your knees
might give out.
Who knows?
It's not worth the money.
Hang it up.
[dramatic music]
[dog barking]
- [coughing]
[panting]
I can do this.
I can...
[tires screeching]
- What the hell?
It seems like you're
letting this get to you.
You can stop at any time.
- No, I--I can't stop.
I'm right in the middle.
And look, I know
exactly what I'm doing.
- I don't think you do.
You need someone to help you.
- No, I don't think so.
- Yes, you do.
The doctor gave me these.
It relaxes everything.
- [groans]
[sighs] I'm Jack, by the way.
- I know. I'm Nancy.
Where are you from?
- A small town
in Mexico, Missouri--
Audrain County.
- Never heard of it.
- Well, it's farmland, mostly.
Family grew up poor--
poor as poor can be.
You know, I would have
worked at the mill,
like all the other kids
in my school,
if I wasn't such an ace at math.
But, you know, being the only
Black kid in my school,
they couldn't believe that I got
a full ride to Northwestern.
[laughs]
So...where are you from, Nancy?
Nancy?
OK, let's get you home.
- [grunts, sighs]
Oh!
[dogs barking]
- Hey, are you OK?
- Yeah, yeah.
I just--I need a break.
I--I hurt my foot.
Glad to see you're well, ma'am.
- I wish I could say
the same thing about you.
You're gonna lose that bet.
- Hey, dude, what?
- Do we have band-aids?
- Yeah, yeah, in the house.
- You better give up
while you're still breathing.
- Is she moving in now?
- Eh, she's fine.
Hey, sit down.
- I can--I can do it
myself, you know.
- Sit down.
- All right.
- Look, man, I just--
I just talked to a doctor,
a real doctor, and...
She said what you're doing
is dangerous.
- Well, you're betting on it.
- I know I'm betting on it,
and I feel like an asshole, man.
You could actually die.
- Oh, come on.
I'm not gonna die.
I'm just running.
Everything's gonna be fine.
- OK--
- Ow!
- But I'm--
I--I don't know if
I can do this anymore.
- You're chickening out?
- No.
No, it's not--
it's not like that.
That's not what I'm doing.
- Then what's it like?
- It's like I give a fuck
about you, Hank.
All right? You can get SCD.
Sudden cardiac death,
it's a thing.
You can--you can die.
- All right, well, I think
you just realized
you're gonna lose,
and now you're trying
to buy out.
- No.
No, on the contrary.
I just realized that
I'm gonna win, for sure.
[solemn music]
- All right.
- All right, look,
if you feel weird or anything,
you'll stop, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna take a nap.
I'll talk to you later.
I'm gonna win.
- You stubborn son of a bitch.
- So, what, Jack and Hank
are your heroes and--
and you study them?
[laughs] That's hilarious.
- What's so funny?
They're great.
- Ha! They're like children.
Just, like, constantly playing
games against each other.
[turn signal clicking]
- Wait, wait, wait.
Uh, Janet--
- What's up?
- I, uh...
I think I like you.
- Oh, shit!
Aw.
Oh, that's--it's sweet.
- Yeah?
- Tony, thank you.
Oh.
Ah! Please stop.
- OK.
- Uh...
I like you too.
I really--
I really, really do, Tony.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, sure.
Um, just--I worked at a casino.
And I know you guys,
and I know my brother,
and it's weird, so...
Uh, I'll step out.
Kay, bye.
- All right.
- Hey, pretty girl.
- Hi, ma'am.
You're still here?
Where's my brother?
- Is he the runner
or the pensive one?
- The runner.
- They had a little accident.
They're inside.
[pensive music]
- Hey.
[door closes]
You OK?
- Yeah.
I'm thinking Mom and George
should be here.
- Why do you want them here?
- I just really feel
like they should be here.
- OK, I mean, cool.
It's your bet.
You know what to do.
- [scoffs]
Actually, I don't really
know what to do.
That's the problem.
I feel lost somehow.
I don't know how else
to explain it.
I feel totally lost in my life.
- Oh, come on.
Don't give me that shit.
You're 30. You're good.
You got time.
You're--you're really serious?
- Yeah, I think so.
Everything I do in my life
just seems to depress me.
- Mm.
Well, then stop.
Change shit up.
I did it.
And really, it really did
make me feel better--
at least for a while.
That's what this is
all about, isn't it?
Just putting the bar
where you can feel something.
- I'm gonna get through this.
Don't worry about me.
- I know, Hanky, I know.
You've done a lot
of stupid shit in your life,
and you're still here.
[laughs]
Never really about the money,
though, was it?
- Yeah.
[siren wailing]
[indistinct TV chatter]
- Pair of jacks.
- Hey, is he sleeping?
- No, I don't--
I don't think he'll be able to,
but my parents are coming.
- [laughs] Wait, what?
Here?
- Yep.
- Well--well, I thought
they were in LA.
- Yeah, they just left.
Hey.
- Hey.
- Uh, how's your foot?
- It's good as new.
- What?
- And he's back at it.
- There he is.
[jazzy music]
[siren wailing]
- You one of us now?
- The tall one wouldn't
let me on the bet.
I'll have to go somewhere else
to get some action.
[sighs]
- Good luck, Hank!
- Thanks, Stevie.
- Are you following me?
You're freaking me out.
You want to join the bet?
- See? They are all the same.
[dog howls]
The only thing that counts
is the thrill.
You don't give a shit
about anything else, right?
- I wouldn't put it that way.
- [chuckles]
[dog barks]
I bet you do.
Goshi, get in.
- He's gonna need drugs
to finish this, huh?
- Yeah, probably.
- Don't forget, he's an animal.
- Hey, how can you be
so calm right now?
- I'm not the one betting,
and I'm not the one running.
- She's right.
- OK, so it's just
all my fault then, right?
- Come on, Jack.
Relax.
This is just between
you and Hank.
It's that simple.
- It's--it's not simple.
- Well, I mean,
it's pretty simple, right?
It's just--it's just a bet.
- Yeah.
- Whose side are you on, Tony?
- I'm not taking sides, Jack.
- OK.
- I'm trying to be
with you both equally.
- All right, man.
I'm--I'm hungry.
Let's--let's get
something to eat.
- Yeah, I'm down.
But someone's got to watch Hank.
- I will, but I'm sure
he'll be fine.
- All right, I'm driving.
- Yes.
- Wind's already picking up
here in Las Vegas,
as we are tracking
Sandstorm Janet,
now less than 12 hours away.
Winds already starting to be
a big issue for Las Vegas.
Already a huge issue
in California,
as Sandstorm Janet now
making its way into Nevada.
[pensive music]
- Here you go, Hanky.
- Thanks.
[windchimes clinking]
- Hey, kiddo.
What you doing out at this hour?
- I'm just waiting
for the storm to come.
- Ah. You and me both.
Scared of it?
- No, no, no.
I mean, now something is
finally happening with my life.
- I hear you.
I think it might get
out of control.
- Maybe, but you can't
control everything.
- You know, you're right.
Parents home?
- Yeah, yeah.
We're, um, actually
gonna get out of town,
so we're getting ready.
- Right, storm.
- Yeah.
So I gotta go.
Bye.
- Bye.
Be safe.
[windchimes clinking]
[helicopter rotors thrumming]
- [singing indistinctly]
[soft music playing]
- So what are you gonna do
with your million?
- [laughs]
Well, I don't know
if I'm gonna win yet.
But when I do, I don't know,
I'll probably just buy a car
and put the rest away.
You know I got
a big-ass family, man.
- What, like an expensive car,
like a Viper or something?
- Nah, man.
Like a--like a 30K car
or something, you know.
Hey, I gotta hit--take a piss.
- Money is wasted on the rich.
30--you got $1 million.
You could have, like,
a really nice car.
Thank you.
- So is Hank still running?
- Oh, yeah.
You're--you're still working?
You've been here forever.
- [groans]
Well, it's, uh, my third shift.
[sighs]
All the money goes to my kids.
- Is that legal,
three shifts in a row?
- Is having to pay
for medical insurance legal?
- I don't know.
- Mm.
You got insurance?
- I don't think so.
- Slow down, Tony.
- Thanks for saving my life,
by the way.
- Got you, boo.
- It hurt,
but it was really nice.
[jazzy music]
At least get a BMW M6.
- Aw, come on. Just drop it.
- Oh, they're here.
[indistinct TV chatter]
[door closes]
- Hey, hey. Uh, they here?
- Yeah, they're upstairs
in his bedroom with him.
- Um...
do they know about the--the bet?
- Yeah. I mean,
he--he told them about it,
but he didn't really
go into much detail.
He's acting really strange.
Like, he's super tired,
but he can't sleep.
I've never seen him like this.
[door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
- Hi, I'm Julia, Hank's mother.
- Hi, I--um, I'm Tony.
- I'm Jack.
Uh, nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
[dog barking in distance]
[lighter flicking]
- Mind me smoking in here?
- You already lit it.
- So this is gonna be
a long day.
I can't believe
what Hank's doing.
I can't believe
he's being so reckless.
But more than anything,
I can't believe
the people that are
making him do this.
- Oh, yeah. [laughs]
Actually, um--um, we're--
we're the people
who are making him--
well, we're not making him.
It was his idea,
but the--yeah, it--
- He didn't tell me that.
Oh, my God.
I can't believe this.
You bet against him?
- I didn't.
- You say you're his friends?
- I didn't--
- No, boys.
You're not--you're not friends.
- Mom, just calm down.
You know Hank was
gonna do this either way.
- You be quiet.
I'm talking to his friends.
- Uh, sorry, Julia,
but Janet's right.
He was gonna do this whether
we tried to stop him or not.
So we--so, you know,
we're gonna help him.
We're gonna, you know,
make sure that he's safe.
- Listen, John.
- Jack.
- Whatever.
You stab someone in the back
and get him to the hospital,
genius.
I'm not gonna let you risk
my son's health
just so you guys can
have your payday.
My son is not doing this bet.
- All right, uh,
with all due respect,
ma'am, that is not your call.
- No?
You're wrong.
It is my call, John.
- [gulps]
- This bet is over.
Listen.
I'll--I'll figure out a way
to get you paid.
You'll get your money.
That's all you care about.
[tense music]
- Hey, man.
- I take care of Hank, don't I?
- Yeah.
- I'm his friend, right?
She was talking to me like
I was some slimy
piece of shit, man.
- To be fair, his mom also
talked to her daughter
like she's a piece of shit.
Janet's great.
So take it with a grain of salt.
You know, they're never gonna
understand what you're doing.
Like, would you ask them
how to play poker, ever?
- Right.
It's a good point.
[water running]
- [sighs]
- Everything OK?
- I'm just hungry.
- I'm taking you out to dinner.
- Mom, no!
We already talked about this.
Stop.
- He wants to eat pasta.
- What about the bet?
- I don't know.
I guess we'll see what happens.
- [sighs]
- Pasta.
Isn't that--
isn't that a mom's job?
- Ha!
Yeah, I don't think you want
to eat what she cooks.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'll--I'll do it.
[utensil clinking]
- Mmm.
You guys aren't gonna eat?
Guys, it's a bet.
It's not a funeral.
I feel good.
- [scoffs] OK.
[sighs]
[dog barking in distance]
- Hey, you guys want pasta?
- I think your mother would
probably like some real food,
like a nice, red steak.
- You could do with one too--
and you.
[door closes]
- Your dad seems like
an interesting guy.
- Uh, stepdad.
Yep, died in a car race
when I was seven.
- [sighs]
- I don't think anybody knows
the sheer size of Janet's--
- There he goes, back at it.
- All sorts of havoc--
[clinking]
- It's wonderful out here,
isn't it?
- Yeah.
Just wish he wasn't
running for his life.
There's something fatal
in his genes.
You know what I mean?
- I know.
- I think we should
call the police.
- [laughs]
Honey, you can't call the police
for running at night.
He'll be all right.
He's got us.
- I can't keep doing this
if you keep looking at me
like this.
- I'm waiting for you
to stop this nonsense.
- We already talked about this.
That fucking look.
Come on! Are you--ah!
[groans]
[dog barking in distance]
What are you doing?
- I'm running with you.
Is that the kind of support
you want?
- I--I want support,
but not like that.
- Jesus, I haven't run
in decades.
- Are you OK?
- Come here.
I think I got something
in my shoe.
I know why you're doing this.
- Can we talk about it
after I finish the bet?
- It's about your father.
- You know,
you don't understand.
It's not about him!
It's about me.
- That's it. I'm out of here.
[tense music]
- Leave me alone.
- See? I was right.
- No, you're not.
- I am.
Right?
[dog barks]
[dramatic music]
- Welcome to Las Vegas
and the main event
of the World Series.
A day when every
decision counts.
The journey has only just begun.
- [laughs] Look at that.
- Just watching
my favorite player.
It's all about strategy, right?
- It is day five--
- Hey, look,
this thing with Hank, it's--
it's not a game anymore, Tony.
- You said it yourself.
It's a game.
- Yeah, I know what I said.
But you can't die
in a poker game.
This changes everything.
What--what's the expected
value on that?
Huh?
It's infinitely negative
for everyone involved.
The only rational thing
to do is just to...
God, I don't fucking know
anymore, Tony.
- 569 players are down
to just 259.
Lots of money to be won
from here on out--
- I really like having
Janet around.
- Yeah, I know.
- No, not like that.
But, you know,
thank God for normal people.
You know, Jack?
- It's your table.
We don't need no stinking--
[notification chimes]
- That's me.
Hey, Curt.
What's up, bro?
Yeah, you're right.
I--I forgot.
But there's some big stuff
happening here--
- Oh, no.
Don't talk about the bet.
- What?
- No, nothing about the bet.
- Oh, I can't talk
about it, though.
No, I can't.
Yeah, I'll just see you in 20.
See you in 20, yeah.
Look, I--I know
you feel bad about it.
- What?
I don't feel bad about this.
- I mean, you do.
Take care of Hank.
- A look at Robert Heidorn...
[door closes]
Sitting on a stack
of $5.3 million.
Also in the field,
poker pro Lars Bonding.
He finished 22nd
in the main event back in 2011.
Hoping, of course,
to surpass that this year.
[TV beeps, turns off]
[siren wailing]
[lively music playing]
[helicopter rotors thrumming]
[solemn music]
- [sniffling]
[coughing]
[clears throat]
Mm.
- [singing indistinctly]
No, no.
[siren wailing]
- Oh...
Hank?
Hank!
Oh, God! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Hey, wait, wait, wait.
That's my best friend.
Wait, that's my best friend!
- Get back!
We're losing him!
- No, no. Let me talk to him!
Hank, man. I'm sorry, man.
- 2 million.
- What?
- Let's make it 2 million.
- Did you--do you guys hear him?
He's--he's crazy.
He's--he's--he's crazy.
He--he's doing this
to himself, guys.
- 2 million.
Are you in, or are you out?
- No.
No, I'm out. I'm out, man.
I'm out. This is stupid!
Hey, Hank.
Hank!
No, no, no! He did this!
- 2 million.
- No!
[gasps]
[alarm dinging]
Fuck.
He really is an animal.
[birds chirping]
[keys jingling]
- No, it's...
Hank took my toy rabbit,
and it's gone...
[door closes]
[brakes squeaking]
[tires screeching]
- Whoa!
What the fuck, man?
What, are you trying to kill me?
- Are you trying to die?
What's wrong with you, Hank?
- Nothing.
I've run 77% of the distance
in 78% of the time.
[engine revving]
[pensive music]
[dog barking]
Ju--just--huh!
[breathing heavily]
- [screams]
[screaming]
[panting]
[phone ringing]
- Jack, what's up?
- He's catching up.
- I know, I saw.
- I'll come pick you up
for breakfast.
- Great. Where are you?
- I'm downtown.
Look, I'll come by
and pick you up at the corner.
I can't be around
Hank's parents right now.
- Yeah, I don't want
to walk past that woman
ever in my life.
I'll see you in a few minutes.
Just finishing up some...
thing.
- We've never seen
anything like this.
The sandstorm's quite a bit,
but the sheer size of--
- Jesus, it's getting worse.
- I know.
- It's kind of exciting,
though, right?
- Yeah.
- Strong winds--
- Hey, have you--
have you seen Hank?
- Yeah, seems like
he's in a good mood.
- Yeah, I think
he's gonna make it.
- Yeah.
- Less than two hours away.
It's hard now--
- Hey, uh, Janet?
- Yeah?
- Check this out.
- Winds already causing
a major impact for the state.
Drivers are seeing
traffic backups right now--
- Quick hands, see?
- Neat.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Don't waste my smokes, though.
- OK. It's not wasted.
- This will cause problems
for hours--
- Why is it wet?
- It's not.
- See a hurricane. Several--
[pensive music]
- [laughs] You're a beast, Hank!
Morning.
- Morning, my boy.
- I totally knew it, man.
Keep it up.
- Then why the fuck did you bet
against him, you fuck?
- Ma'am--Mrs. Griffin,
uh, I don't know how many times
I have to tell you,
I--I didn't bet
against your son.
- You didn't stop him, either.
That makes you an enabler,
just like the other one.
- Don't be so hard on them.
They're just kids.
- Do they look like kids
to you, George?
Think before you speak.
- I think Hank's mom's
gonna kill us.
- Hey!
You giving up?
- I told you,
I'm not gonna stop.
- Clearly.
Get moving.
You got less than
10 miles to go.
- Thanks, Mom.
[horn honking]
[knocking]
- Thank God.
- Sorry, boys.
We had to close.
- What--what happened?
- They just gave a warning
about Janet a half hour ago.
Every public place must close
until further notice.
- Are you serious?
- I'm not thrilled
about this myself.
Sorry, guys.
- Son of a bitch!
This story will never end. Look.
"I've ran 60 miles
with 3 hours left.
"I'll run 10 miles in 3 hours,
no problem.
I'll let you buy out
for 200K as a favor to you."
Fuck!
Dude, I--I'd have to pay 133K
to have a shot at a million.
I--I need a 10% chance
for that bet to be
profitable, man,
1 in 10.
No, it's got to be
better than that.
It's got to be--
they said the last 10 miles
are the hardest, right?
Right?
- That--that--that sounds right.
- Right.
Yeah, like hell I'm taking that.
- But--but you should take it.
He's--he's gonna finish.
- No. No, I can't stop now.
- I mean, you can stop now.
What are we gonna do for food?
- There's a gas station
on the corner.
- A gas station?
- Yeah, you can get
a churro or something.
- We are already
in the heart of the storm,
as Janet already making its way
into the city as we speak.
Hard to see anything at all.
We can't see the mountains.
Very hard to see
the Las Vegas Strip.
- This is gonna cause
some serious damage.
- Come on, what are the chances
that a sandstorm
is gonna devastate Las Vegas?
- Can now be seen in Las Vegas.
- Look.
- We're asking you
to stay indoors
and do the best you can
to be safe
as Janet make it--
makes its way now
through the city as we speak.
My cameraman and I are
gonna have to seek--
seek some shelter
before we lose communication.
[continues indistinctly]
[wind blowing]
- He stopped.
- What?
- He--he stopped running,
but he's not home.
- Shit, um...
let's go.
[tense music]
- There he is!
Hank!
Hank!
- Oh, shit.
My legs just stopped.
- You OK?
- What the hell, man?
You almost gave me
a heart attack.
You tried to con me with
that buy-out thing, didn't you?
- No, man. You know me.
I'd never do that.
OK, here's the thing.
I--I thought it would be cake.
Three hours left.
Oh, my God.
You were right not to take it.
How much time do I have left?
- You got about an hour
to run 4 miles.
[wind gusting]
We gotta get going.
Janet's tearing up the city.
Everything's closed,
even the casinos.
- The casinos?
- Yeah.
- What the hell, man?
Now he's back
to being all right?
This is fucking ridiculous!
- He's just giving it
all he's got.
- Come on, man!
Whose side are you on, Tony?
- I'm not on a side, Jack!
- Whatever!
- What do I do with the car?
- Figure it out, all right?
[tense music]
- Hey there, Jack.
- I parked your car over there.
- Fuck.
[sighs]
- Just look at this shot.
It kind of looks like
the city was on fire.
Like there was a wildfire
burning there.
But that's really
just a wall of sand.
An amazing sight out there.
There is literally
zero visibility on the ground,
and also for planes.
Can you can imagine
how difficult it is
for people to get around?
Also, zero visibility
for planes.
Everything brought
to a standstill.
All that sand blowing
into the city.
A scary situation.
[sirens wailing]
- There is a county
stay-at-home order.
Please seek shelter immediately.
[siren wailing]
There is a county
stay-at-home order.
The Governor--
What in God's name are you
doing out here?
- We're just finishing a bet.
- A bet?
Of course, it's a fucking bet!
Not a day goes by
without this kind of bullshit.
Go inside now!
- Let 'em go.
We got too much going on
right now.
- So you are all out here
risking your fucking lives
for a lousy bet?
- Hey, I wouldn't call
$1 million a lousy bet.
- What?
- It's a million-dollar bet.
- Unbelievable.
It would take me
50 years of service
to make that kind of money.
What for?
- Just a few laps
around the block.
[tense music]
- Is that your runner?
I wouldn't bet $10 on him.
Unbelievable.
Where is he running to?
Hey!
Hey, stop!
You all seek shelter right now!
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, sir, please!
- Put your hands down.
- I'd rather keep them up.
Thank you.
- Wait! Sir, wait, wait!
Wait, please! Wait.
You gotta let him finish.
You gotta let him
finish the bet.
You gotta let him finish!
In that moment, I knew
I was supposed to lose.
I deserved to lose.
Somewhere in all this,
there was a lesson
I needed to learn.
I needed to see clearly
that I was holding on
to nothing.
[panting]
[siren wailing]
[bird chirping]
- Hey, so you're leaving?
- Yeah, man, it's, uh--
it's the end
of a long run for me.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
How are you, man?
- Well, I--I'm good.
I'm just, uh--
my knees are a little sore,
but, uh, I'm good.
- If you need something,
you can call me.
- Thank you.
You too.
[birds chirping]
- [sighs]
- Hey, did you ever notice
that crane over there?
- Oh, yeah, they're doing, uh,
construction
over at Stevie's house.
- Huh.
I bet I could climb
up to the top
and jump into her pool.
What do you think?
- No.
- I'm serious.
- No, I know you're serious.
- I'm--
4 to 1?
- [laughs] Fuck you, man.
[engine starts]
Bye.
[soft music]
- For all of you that are still
suffering Sandstorm Janet,
I can assure you
that every storm brings
something different to you.
It gave us metrologists
a lot to calculate,
but in the end,
nothing was harmed.
But the next comes, for sure,
if we don't change our habits.
But we wouldn't be living
in Las Vegas if we would.
This is Radio 24 from Las Vegas.
Have a wonderful day.
And don't forget,
life is too short
for not gambling.
- Spare some change?
- Yeah, uh...
Uh, I'm sorry, man.
Looks like I had
a bad beat myself.
- Ain't got anything
for an old gambler?
- Here.
Good luck.
- Thanks, buddy.
[upbeat music]
[thudding]
[siren wailing]