The shot opens on a peculiar revolver. It slowly cranes out from the gun as the credits are rolling in the foreground. The shot pans, and the door opens as a very exhausted GAMBLE stumbles through. Shutting the door, he drags himself towards a coat hanger and begins to take off his trench coat, suit jacket and tie. He throws them carelessly onto it and the tie falls to the floor. The office is very worn down and dilapidated. It is also very blank in terms of decoration. There is a desk, a chair, a couple of cabinets, a typewriter, a lamp, a bottle of whiskey and a picture portrait. The paint on the walls are slowly peeling off and the ceiling is dripping onto a bucket that has been placed right under it. As he rolls his sleeves up, he slouches onto his desk chair. Noticing the gun on the desk he picks it up and starts to examine it. He slowly takes all the bullets out one by one very carefully, until only one is left. He takes a moment and looks up and sees the portrait of his deceased family. Sadness corrupts his face. As he couldnt bear with the fact that his family portrait was in front of him, he gently folds it on to the table. With a nervous intake of breath, he spins barrel and cocks it into place. Slowly placing it onto his head, he shuts his eyes and pulls the trigger.