Croupier Page #6
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JACK:
Is that your idea of arithmetic?
DEALER:
I'm not a mathematician. I'm in
business.
JACK:
Eight-fifty.
DEALER:
Seven-fifty.
The DEALER looks at JACK. JACK stares back. It's as if one
is waiting for the other to blink first. Neither blinks.
JACK'S VOICE
He suddenly wanted to be rid of
it. 'Hang on tightly, let go
lightly'. It was a saying Jack
remembered.
JACK leans into the open car and takes out his hat and
cigarettes. He has accepted the offer. The music begins...
INT. UNDERGROUND - NIGHT
... And continues. JACK stands, with an unlit cigarette,
in a crowded moving train. He looks at the faces, MEN and
WOMEN. He sees PEOPLE reading books. He looks at the TITLES:
Romantic fiction, Classics, Business Management, Thrillers,
Self-Help, Cooking....
JACK'S VOICE
Jack imagined people reading his
book. One day he would enter their
heads, play with their imaginations,
test their feelings...
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
JACK crosses the road. He turns down a side street where
Victorian houses have been converted into flats. There are
scores of 'For Sale' and 'To Let' signs down the street.
JACK'S VOICE
He would tell them you have to
make a choice in life. Be a gambler
or a croupier. And then live with
your decision come what may.
He goes down into a basement, closing the iron gate behind
him.
INT. JACK'S BASEMENT FLAT - NIGHT
JACK unlocks the door, goes in, to the accompaniment of
street sounds and a dog barking.
JACK'S VOICE
Marion saw life differently. She
was a romantic. And thought he was
too.
INT. JACK'S FLAT - NIGHT
Radio music is playing from another room. An orchestral
version of 'Try a Little Tenderness'. JACK comes in, hangs
his hat up, looks around. He sees a neatly arranged vase
of flowers that wasn't there before. He goes to the bedroom.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
JACK sees on the bed, an open box and a carrier bag from a
designer department store. Among the white tissue paper is
a simple black silk dress and lace-decorated black
underwear. He smiles and picks up the knickers. He goes to
the open bathroom door, from which comes the music.
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
A radio plays beside the bath. The water is draining away.
MARION NEIL, a red-haired woman in her mid-thirties, wearing
a bathrobe with the name MARION on it is examining the
lines on her neck in the half-steamed bathroom mirror. She
sees JACK, turns with a smile. JACK holds up the black
knickers.
MARION:
I couldn't resist them.
JACK:
You mean I won't resist them.
JACK goes to her.
MARION:
No, no. I'm not ready for you.
There's some vodka in the freezer.
JACK:
You want me drunk?
MARION:
(laughs)
I won't be that long.
She pushes him gently with the flat of her palms towards
the door.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
JACK comes back into the bedroom. MARION pushes the bathroom
door, not quite closed. JACK tosses the knickers onto the
bed.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
JACK takes the vodka bottle out of the freezer, pours
himself a glass. He sees two bottles of wine opened, food
neatly prepared, ready to cook, an open cook book. He pours
a glass of wine.
JACK sits drinking his vodka. Looking up through the barred
window he sees women's legs passing on the street above.
On the desk beside the computer is the glass of wine.
MARION materialises in the door to the bedroom. She is
made up, wearing the black dress and high-heeled black
shoes, a black scarf around her neck.
JACK takes the glass of wine and gives it to her.
JACK:
You really are a beautiful woman.
MARION:
(pleased)
It's not just inner beauty, is it?
JACK:
Turn around.
MARION whirls to show off her dress.
JACK:
You're all I desire.
He reaches for an envelope on the desk. He gives it to
her. MARION opens it. There are several fifty pound notes
inside.
MARION:
Where did you get it?
JACK:
I. sold the car.
MARION:
You shouldn't have done that. I
know what it meant to you.
JACK:
I owe you for the rent. It's only
a car. I can get another.
MARION:
Take it back. Till you sell your
book.
JACK:
Come on, Marion. Let's face the
truth. Nobody's going to publish
it.
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