Casino Page #13

The SIGNALER is slammed down face first on the bench and the

two GUARDS spread his arms out on the table.

SIGNALER:

(In pain)

Oh, God! Oh!

Another GUARD starts up a power saw and approaches the

SIGNALER who is now pinned to the table. He starts to scream.

SIGNALER:

Hey, no! No! No!

ACE walks toward the table, gesturing for the GUARD to turn

off the saw.

ACE (V.O.)

We had to make an example of these

pricks that the party was over.

ACE:

(To relieved SIGNALER)

I'm just curious. I saw you shuffling

your checks with your right hand.

Can you do that with both hands?

SIGNALER:

No.

ACE:

Can't do it with both hands?

SIGNALER:

No, Sir.

ACE:

Can you do it with your left hand?

SIGNALER:

Well, I... I never tried.

ACE:

So, you're a righty?

SIGNALER:

Ye-yeah.

ACE nods to one of the GUARDS. Instantly a large rubber mallet

smashes onto the man's right hand four times to the sound of

screams. ACE watches.

ACE:

Now, you're gonna have to learn with

your left hand.

SIGNALER:

God!

(He moans and sits

back.)

WINNER (O.S.)

(From following scene)

It's a hundred...

INT. CASINO CASHIER'S CAGE AREA - NIGHT

The WINNER has been standing outside the cashier's cage

waiting for his $110,000 in chips to be cashed. SHERBERT

walks up behind him.

WINNER:

...a hundred ten.

CASHIER:

Yes, it is.

WINNER:

I think.

CASHIER:

Yes.

WINNER:

Okay.

SHERBERT:

Hiya. That's a lot of money to be

counting out in public.

WINNER:

Yeah.

SHERBERT:

(To CASHIER)

Why don't I take him over to the

office and verify it, huh?

CASHIER:

Yes.

SHERBERT:

A little privacy. And, by the way,

send over a... nice bottle of

champagne on ice, huh?

CASHIER:

Sure will.

SHERBERT:

Real special. Somethin'...

(To WINNER.)

By the way... I'm Billy Sherbert,

your casino manager.

He shakes hands with the WINNER.

WINNER:

Hi.

SHERBERT:

Having a good time?

SHERBERT leads him away from the cage.

WINNER:

Yes, uh...

SHERBERT:

You'll want to count the money in

privacy. You know, you don't need...

WINNER:

Uh, I have a plane to catch to

Cleveland... Can I get my winnings?

INT. BASEMENT MAINTENANCE ROOM - NIGHT

The WINNER is pushed through the door by two GUARDS followed

by SHERBERT and sees his pal moaning in pain and holding his

broken hand.

SIGNALER:

Look what they did to my hand, man!

ACE:

(Walks over to the

WINNER)

All right, I'm gonna give you a

choice. You can either have the money

and the hammer or you can walk out

of here. You can't have both. What

do you want?

SHERBERT stands next to the WINNER

WINNER:

I just wanna get out of here.

ACE:

And don't forget to tell your friends

what happens if they f*** around in

here. You understand?

WINNER:

I'm sorry. I made a bad mistake.

ACE:

You're f***in' right, you made a bad

mistake. 'Cause if you come back

here - we catch either one of you -

we're gonna break your f***in' heads

and you won't walk out of here. You

see that f***in' saw? We're gonna

use it. You don't f*** around in

this place. You got it?

WINNER:

Yeah.

ACE:

Get out of here.

WINNER:

Thank you.

The GUARDS usher the WINNER out of the room.

ACE:

(To the GUARDS,

referring to the

SIGNALER)

Throw him out in the alley. And

just tell the cops he got hit by a

car.

INT. ACE'S TANGIERS PENTHOUSE

ACE and GINGER are alone in the living room. The apartment

looks out on the glittering neon signs of the Strip.

ACE (V.O.)

Within no time, everything was set

in place. We got rid of the freelance

scamsters. The per was way up. The

gods were happy, or as happy as the

gods can ever be. And I, I decided

to complicate my life. For a guy who

likes sure things, I was about to

bet the rest of my life on a real

longshot.

ACE:

We're not getting any younger. Don't

you think it's time? Aren't you

gettin' tired of all this sh*t?

Bangin' around, hustlin' around?

GINGER:

What, are you trying to handicap me?

ACE:

I'm gonna do you one better. I'm

trying to marry you. You want to

marry me?

(GINGER looks doubtful.)

I'm serious. I mean, I - I want to

settle down. I want a family.

GINGER:

(Sighs, laughing)

You got the wrong girl, Sam.

ACE:

I know I'd be a good father. I know

you'd be a good mother.

GINGER:

You don't know me. What, you've known

me, two, three months. What do you

know?

ACE:

I'm forty-three years old. I don't

want to wait. I know you well enough

to know that I really love you very

much. And I can't think of anybody

better to be with. And I don't feel

like waiting anymore.

GINGER:

You know a lot of happily married

people, Sam? 'Cause I don't.

ACE:

Yeah, I know all that.

GINGER:

I care about you, a - But I just

don't have those kind of feelings

for you. I'm sorry. I'm not in love

with you.

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