Croupier Page #3
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- 1998
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Stubbing out his cigarette, JACK SR. leaves the booth. We
now see where he is. A beach bar in South Africa. He walks
to the bar and....goes behind it, slipping on his barman's
jacket. A WOMAN in dark mirror glasses and a bathing suit
is waiting.
JACK SR.
(smiles)
Sorry to keep you. What'll you
have?
INT. JACK'S SITTING ROOM - DAY
JACK, disturbed by the call, pours himself a vodka. He
looks at what he's written: 'THE BALL... A NOVEL BY...
JACK MANFRED.'
JACK'S VOICE
Jack knew something was wrong.
He'd forgotten Giles' advice. Giles
said three words.
JACK inserts a word in the title. It now reads: 'ON THE
BALL'. JACK drinks. After a moment...
JACK'S VOICE
JACK'S VOICE No. Jack knew it still
wasn't quite right...
He types:
'IN THE BALLS'. Then, on reflection, deletes 'INTHE'. Through the iron bars JACK watches feet pass on the
street above. A drunk drops a beer can over. The can falls
in SLOW MOTION but the clatter is loud.
DRUNK'S VOICE
I want to f*** the whole world
over.
INT. CASINO - DAY
Reception area. The CAMERA turns around the fake glitz of
the interior:
brass, drapes, polished wood, mirrors, andJACK'S VOICE
Welcome back Jack... to the house
of addiction.
The door opens. Against a blaze of street daylight, JACK'S
silhouette appears. The CAMERA moves forward to greet him.
JACK removes his wristwatch.
INT. CASINO - MANAGER'S OFFICE - DAY
JACK shakes hands with DAVID REYNOLDS, a cold man in his
late forties, dead behind the eyes.
REYNOLDS:
David Reynolds, I'm the Manager
here. Sit down, John.
JACK:
Jack.
REYNOLDS examines a file in front of him.
REYNOLDS:
You've been recommended by the
management here. They know your
father. He has a bit of a
reputation, hasn't he?
JACK:
(frowns)
Has he?
REYNOLDS:
In any case, I understand you've
had some previous experience... in
South Africa.
(Jack nods)
You'll find the rules a little
different here. Before we start,
you haven't got a police record,
have you?
JACK:
No.
REYNOLDS opens the door. He lets JACK go on ahead.
REYNOLDS:
Where did you go to school?
JACK:
(surpised)
I was at Beadles.
REYNOLDS:
I don't think I know that one.
Private, I suppose.
The full overhead lights give the casino an exposed, tacky
appearance, devoid of mystery or glamour. The place has
roulette tables and blackjack counters. It is deserted
except for several CLEANING LADIES, vacuuming, emptying
ashtrays. REYNOLDS walks with JACK, talking.
REYNOLDS:
There are three types of casino in
the U.K. High volume. Small faction.
And MOTR. That's middle of the
road. Us.
JACK:
Do you have a Salon Prive?
REYNOLDS:
We tried. But there wasn't enough
business. The punters like company.
REYNOLDS goes to one of the tables with JACK.
REYNOLDS:
Let's see you handle the chips.
He slides open a box and tips 200 chips of varying
denominations onto the table.
JACK:
I have to assume the serial numbers
on the bowl and cylinder correspond.
REYNOLDS:
JACK:
Why four? And not three or five?
REYNOLDS:
(shrugs)
It's the procedure here. Now sort
the chips.
JACK starts to stack the chips in piles from a hundred
pounds to five. REYNOLDS watches. JACK'S fingers work fast.
In a matter of moments he has the lot stacked.
JACK:
Stacks of 20. Rows of 5.
REYNOLDS:
Any exceptions?
JACK:
25 pounds or 25 pence in fours.
REYNOLDS:
Give me 365.
He presses a stopwatch in his hand. JACK quickly sets out
four neat piles, three of 100, one of 65. All four piles
are in denominations of ten and five.
REYNOLDS:
Very good. Now take these colours...
He throws a pile of blue and white chips on the table.
The blue are 10, the white are 5.
REYNOLDS:
I want 780, but I want 500 in
denominations of 25.
JACK nods and gets to work. His fingers make Reynolds's
ticking watch seem slow.
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