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While Molony was becoming legendary at Caesars, he was becoming more elusive to family, friends, and colleagues. Everyone had a different idea of where he was on a given night and how he spent weekends. He misled without actually lying. He told Brenda he was driving down to see Doug, letting her conclude he’d be in Sarnia for the weekend. “You’re kidding, Brian. You drove all that way just for dinner? And now you’re going to turn around and drive back?” There was something he had to be back for, Molony said, leaving Doug to imagine a wedding or family dinner. He could not tell anyone the truth. What if somebody asked the question he, in idle moments, came perilously close to asking himself: why return to the casino again and again when logic says the house advantage is insurmountable?
One part of the answer grew out of Molony’s emotional need for optimism. Once he had begun dipping into the bank, he could not admit the possibility of failure without risking the collapse of self-image. Staying psychologically intact meant deluding himself, holding to the belief that success was inevitable. In one sense each loss, each fraud, had the salutary effect of bringing the happy day closer.
As the months passed, however, as he became more deeply mired in debt and deception, he felt another looming inevitability. A branch was typically audited every twelve months or so, and Bay and Richmond was overdue. Molony didn’t know when the audit was coming, but each day he failed to win back the money brought it closer. The audit had the boding weight of doomsday. When it came, he was finished. He had to keep going back to Atlantic City, he told himself, because he had to win before the audit ruined him.
Another, less evident explanation of why he kept returning and losing has to do with the nature of the casino itself. As a drain on pockets and bank accounts, it is a formidable and underrated mechanism. No institution is more deeply rooted in human frailty, and none more richly nourishes itself on self–deception. One way we calculate the probability of a future event is by recalling its incidence in the past. We remember things that happen frequently more easily than things that happen infrequently. Why, then, do casino gamblers – assuming they want to win, and given that they usually lose – keep coming back?
Partly because other variables skew the equation. Ease of recall, for example, is just as important as frequency in shaping our judgement about the probability of future events. As evidence, take the psychological study in which people were asked to judge whether “k” was more likely to appear as the first letter of an English word or the third letter – do you happen to know? The preceding sentence contains three words with “k” as the third letter, only one that begins with “k,” and that’s the ratio for the language as a whole. Since “know” comes more quickly to mind than “likely” or “asked” or “take,” however, most people guessed incorrectly that “k” is found more often at the beginning of a word. The easier it is to recall instances of an event – even an infrequent event – the more probable we consider the event to be. This principle is exploited by every casino. A slot-machine payoff – flashing lights, sirens, and a prolonged spewing of coins – does more than obscure the fact that hundreds of other machines are not paying off at that moment. It makes the player’s winning pull far more memorable than his losing ones, impairing his judgement of future probability.
Our ability to envision a future event also affects our calculation of its true probability. The sandlot quarterback who dreams of playing for the Dolphins no doubt has a higher regard for his chances than the scout who has graded hundreds of sandlot quarterbacks. In a casino, the act of envisioning a big win obscures the likelihood of its taking place. The player is encouraged at every turn to picture himself a future winner. The “Slotbusters Hall of Fame” at Caesars, around the corner from the executive offices, includes photographs of Odell Chisolm (with his cheque for $1.5–million), Geraldine Hendrickson ($1–million), Dolores Perry ($1.36–million), Frederico Morales (no teeth, but $305,708) – just plain folks who put a hit on the slots. Many casinos display the gold, the Mercedes, or the cash you stand to collect in a big win. They do not, of course, depict self–contempt, cancelled vacations, or personal bankruptcy.
Many gamblers are badly served by a faulty understanding of the laws of probability. Asked to create a random sequence of imaginary coin tosses, people tend to produce a sequence in which the proportion of heads to tails is much closer to 50–50 than chance would predict. They believe a small segment of random events will reflect the larger proportion, as does the losing gambler who believes a hot streak lies inevitably round the corner. Shown a sequence of imaginary coin tosses that includes a high number of tails, people tend to continue the sequence with a disproportionate number of heads. Many gamblers, too, assume the process is self-correcting, that deviations cancel each other out. The roulette player who watches black come up five times in a row and therefore bets the limit on red is acting on this fallacy. In truth, short-term deviations at a roulette table are not corrected by the subsequent spins, merely diluted. The chance that red will turn up on the sixth spin is precisely the same as that black will come up yet again.
Casino personnel promulgate such misinterpretations. The unifying lie in every casino – which employees perpetrate and gamblers long to believe – is that luck determines a player’s fortunes. Like all gamblers, Molony was constantly encouraged in the idea that he was due, his luck was certain to change. Of course, this banter was no more serious than the greeting, “How are you tonight?” At the same time, a casino is a house of mathematics. Casino personnel are well aware that a gambler faces the same disadvantage each time he plays and that luck is merely a euphemism for shortterm fluctuations in the inevitable long term. Their livelihoods are staked on the certainty that if a gambler stays long enough, or returns often enough, he’ll lose everything. A dealer at Caesars, asked if he could spot a losing gambler, replied, “Sure. Anybody you see more than twice.”
From the Trade Paperback edition.
McClelland & Stewart: Where did you get your information when researching Stung?
Gary Ross: I interviewed Molony at great length – four or five hours a day for months. Neither the bank nor the casino would talk to me, but there was a lot of material on the public record in Ontario and New Jersey because of the criminal charges and the civil suit the bank filed against the casino.
M&S: What was it about the story initially that caught your interest?
GR: I was senior editor at Saturday Night magazine at the time the fraud was discovered, right across the street from the Bay and Richmond (Toronto) branch of the CIBC. I assumed it was some sophisticated computer scam – how else could you liberate $10.2-million from a big bank? – and was intrigued to learn from Eddie Greenspan, Brian Molony's lawyer, that Molony was a compulsive gambler and that the frauds had been acts of improvised desperation rather than an elegant criminal scheme.
M&S: What were you most surprised to learn while conducting your research?
GR: That a gambling addiction can be every bit as devastating, and as hard to treat, as a drug or alcohol dependency. It's all the more insidious for being invisible, and it's far more widespread than most people understand. A lot of social security checks, pay checks, and even liquidated homes end up on the casino's bottom line.
M&S: How does the movie differ from how you envisioned the story?
GR: It's remarkably faithful to what actually happened. I assumed a great many liberties would be taken in the transition from pageto screen, and I'm pleased that the changes were minor and inconsequential. The pathos and grimness of what happened is there in the movie.
M&S: Is Philip Seymour Hoffman's portrayal of Dan Mahowny anything like the real Brian Molony?
GR: Remarkably so. They have the same stocky build, bushy moustache, glasses, slightly unkempt look, and earnestness. And Philip somehow managed to assimilate the psychic essence of Molony – a yawning emptiness that nothing except gambling was able to fill.
M&S: What happened to the real character after he was arrested?
GR: He pled guilty to fraud, was sentenced to six years, and is now making a life for himself with the girlfriend who stuck by him (Minnie Driver in the film), now his wife and the mother of their three boys. He hasn't gambled since the night of his arrest, twenty years ago now.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Picked this book up because of it deals wirh gambling as an addiction. Very well written; I could feel Molony's desperation growing and intensifying. Any addiction is difficult to explain especially when so many say "just stop", but the author does a suburb job of developing the story, the players, and the addiction itself. I would highly recommend this book to anyone dealing with gambling or any addiction.
Highly recommend; very interesting to follow his journey. Especially liked his journal entries and the Appendices.
I saw the movie 'Owning Mahowny' starring Phillip Seymour-Hoffman, which is based on the book. I thought it was an amazing story, Brian Molony was a machine when it came to gambling, the Iceman. I used this book for an oral presentation on in a Criminal Justice class, everyone seemed to enjoy his story.