James, who has just burned his last bridge and now lacks both a job and a wife, teams up with friend Eoin on a for-hire mission to the racetrack on behalf of slippery raconteur Timmy Thomas. In a clumsy attempt at sleight of hand by a pair who wouldn’t know a winning hand if they saw one, the boys screw up royally, putting themselves under heavy obligation to a clutch of gangsters. There’s a new angle when a bold lady with a soft spot for the sound of Irish and the hots for greenbacks sets her sights on James.

"The luck of the Irish just ran out."

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