Croupier Page #17
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- 1998
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JACK:
(firmly)
Look Bella, I don't know anything
about this. You should talk to
Matt.
BELLA:
You're all scumbags.
MARION:
I agree.
Without looking at MARION, BELLA suddenly kisses JACK on
the lips. BELLA looks hard at JACK, then leaves. JACK
pursues her.
EXT. BASEMENT - NIGHT
BELLA runs up the iron stairs to the gate at the top.
JACK:
Bella!
Without looking back she flings the gate shut, goes off
down the street. JACK turns.
MARION:
Go on. Go after her!
MARION slams the door to the flat. JACK is half-way up the
stairs, alone.
EXT. PICCADILLY DEPARTMENT STORE - EVENING
The rush hour. 6 in the evening. JACK watches MEN and WOMEN
coming out the store.
JACK'S VOICE
Jack had no idea where Marion was
staying, or with whom. He realised
he knew little about her life. But
then, he had never asked about it.
JACK now sees MARION. He is about to go up to her, moving
through the flow of the crowd, then he stops.
A MAN in his 30s, tall with a moustache, greets MARION.
He's been waiting for her. JACK watches the two of them,
unseen.
The MAN and MARION exchange a few words. She smiles, takes
his arm. He leans forward to kiss her.
JACK'S VOICE
For the first time in a long while
Jack thought about his mother.
She'd left when she couldn't take
it any more. His father had said
'Don't worry, Jacko, she'll come
back.' She didn't.
JACK'S VOICE
But Marion wasn't his mother...
INT. CASINO - CROWS NEST - NIGHT
JACK stands behind REYNOLDS who is playing back a video of
the earlier incident in which MATT cheated with the GREEK.
JACK:
He's paying out in stacks of 25.
REYNOLDS:
I can see.
He freezes the frame, presses a button, zooms in on the
detail of MATT's hand covering the chips.
On another video monitor MATT is dealing blackjack. REYNOLDS
looks at the screen.
REYNOLDS:
Little sh*t.
JACK'S VOICE
Chapter Three. His existence was
forming an interesting pattern of
betrayals. Sometimes he was unsure
whether he was the betrayer or the
betrayed.
REYNOLDS looks up from the screen.
REYNOLDS:
(grudgingly)
Thanks for the information.
JACK:
A pleasure. Pity about Bella.
REYNOLDS:
She was a real asset. But what
could I do?
JACK lights a cigarette.
REYNOLDS:
(shakes his head)
Sorry. No smoking in the Nest,
Jack.
INT. JACK'S FLAT - DAY
Working at his computer, JACK lights one cigarette from
another. He pauses from his typing. On the desk beside him
is the note with JANI's phone number. He picks up the phone,
starts to dial, then stops, replaces the receiver. He looks
distracted, lost. On the table MARION'S flowers are dead
in the vase.
INT. BOOKSTORE - DAY
JACK comes downstairs from the upper floor. He is looking
at a book he has selected: 'SCARNE ON CARDS'.
Across from the cash desk near the entrance a book signing
is in progress. A small crowd surrounds a Middle Eastern
author called HABIB dressed in a kaftan. GILES is with
him. A PHOTOGRAPHER is there. A few camera flashes.
GILES sees JACK at the cash desk. He is uncertain for a
moment, then smiles.
GILES:
(calling)
Jack!
Hearing his name, JACK turns. GILES comes over.
GILES:
I thought it was you. It's the
hair!
JACK:
(touching the back
of his neck)
I'm working on that soccer story.
GILES:
(vaguely)
Right.
(suddenly)
Look, I must get back to Habib.
JACK:
Habib?
GILES:
My author. He's a Terrorist. He's
written a kill-and-tell book.
(puts his hand on
Jack's shoulder)
Take care.
GILES heads back to the signing. The CASHIER puts JACK'S
book in a bag. GILES stops, thinking of something. He comes
back to JACK.
GILES:
Jack, look, next weekend I'm having
a house party. Here...
(removes a card
from his pocket
book)
It's near Oxford. Why don't you
come? It'll just be social. No
business.
(conspiratorially)
Bring a friend. I've plenty of
room.
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