Croupier Page #2
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JACK nods, extends his hand. A firm handshake.
JACK'S VOICE
Jack had three words for, Giles.
Go f*** yourself.
Meeting over. GILES smiles goodbye, pockets his slot machine
winnings.
INT. JACK'S BASEMENT FLAT - SITTING ROOM - DAY
The untidy evidence. To the accompaniment of the music, a
discordant version, three dog-eared copies of 'The Invention
Of The Wheel', A Novel by JACK MANFRED. Worn furniture. A
pile of literary magazines. Two elegantly arranged vases
of flowers. Women's fashion magazines. Books everywhere,
including 'Scarne on Gambling', 'The Education of A Poker
Player', 'Delta of Venus' and other books by Anais Nin. A
woman's dress, back from the cleaners. A framed etching of
Cape Town, South Africa, in the eighteenth century.
Finally...
Beneath the iron barred window, with a view of the iron
steps down from the street, JACK sits at the dining table.
In front of him is a word processor. He toys with a glass
of vodka, smoking a Gitane, and leafing through a soccer
fan magazine. He starts to touch-type, looking at the
screen, not the keyboard. Words appear, letter by letter...
THE BALL... A NOVEL... BY JACK MANFRED. He pauses to drink.
A MAN, face unseen, steps into a phone booth. CLOSE ON:
his hands. It is impossible to tell where he is.
He opens his pocket book, addresses, diary etc., and
searches through for something.
He finds what he's looking for: a small photograph, among
others of girls, of a ten year-old boy in school uniform.
On the back are three phone numbers, two of them crossed
out. The MAN lifts the receiver, inserts coins. He starts
to press the numbers. There are CLOSE-UPS of his finger
pressing the sequence of digits, each one CLOSER, longer
than the one before, until...
INT. JACK'S SITTING ROOM - DAY
The phone rings. JACK looks to the answering machine, waits
for the voice.
MAN'S VOICE
Jacko, if you're there, pick up. I
want to talk to you. It's important.
JACK hesitates, then picks up.
JACK:
Dad, I'm here.
The MAN is handsome, tanned, 50ish, white shirt, dark tie.
He is JACK'S father.
JACK SR.
How's it going?
The subsequent conversation is INTERCUT between SITTING
ROOM and PHONE BOOTH.
JACK:
Great.
JACK SR.
Found a job?
JACK:
No.
JACK SR.
Well I've got something for you.
In London, I mean. I've been
chatting to some friends. Do you
know the Golden Lion casino? It's
in Bayswater, I believe... They're
looking for a dealer, a croupier.
JACK SR pulls out a cigarette - a Gitanes.
JACK:
That's not what I want to do, dad.
JACK SR.
(lighting his
cigarette)
Don't be stubborn. The pay won't
be grand, but it's regular. That's
what you need, isn't it? I know
you don't like taking my advice...
JACK:
(drinks)
It's not that.
JACK SR.
I've set this up for you. Call the
Golden Lion and ask for Mr Reynolds,
he's the Manager. I don't know him
personally, but I've spoken to his
boss. Don't say no, Jacko. Give
yourself a break.
JACK reaches for a cigarette.
JACK:
All right, I'll think about it.
I won't. Goodbye, dad.
JACK SR.
Just do it. You've got the knack,
you've got the personality, you
got that from me.
JACK lights up.
JACK SR.
You understand the punters. Think
about it, you can write during the
day and sleep knowing the bills
are paid.
As he speaks, he watches passing WOMEN.
JACK SR.
For Christ's sake, Jacko, don't
look a gift horse in the mouth.
Have you written that name down?
Reynolds, at the Golden Lion.
(exhales)
JACK:
(exhales)
All right, dad. Yes, I'll call
him.
JACK is not enthusiastic, but he scribbles the name down
on a pad.
JACK:
So how are you doing, dad?
JACK SR.
Great. I've just started a new
company. Solid financing. It's
good.
(pause)
I love you Jacko, you know that
JACK:
Yes, I know that.
JACK SR.
Don't let yourself down.
JACK:
I won't. Goodbye, dad.
JACK hangs up.
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