Get Carter Page #8

Jack quickly grabs Mike’s gun, pulls him as a shield, and

faces off with Cyrus. Cyrus knows how to drop it.

CYRUS:

He was just gonna smack you around

and put you in the car. Jesus

Christ.

Jack walks over to Cyrus and gets in his face.

JACK:

Something tells me you designed

this getup. Give me the lowdown.

The cameras, the photoelectric

sensors, the entire configuration.

Beat. Jack casually slips Mike’s gun into Cyrus’s mouth.

JACK:

If at first you don’t succeed...

CYRUS:

(mumbling)

There’s cameras on the front,

rear, and sides. Sensors behind

almost every oak tree.

(CONTINUED)

46.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

How many in all?

CYRUS:

Four cameras, six sensors.

Jack looks towards the back of the estate.

JACK’S DISTANT POV

A service elevator.

JACK:

pulls Cyrus closer and gives him a vicious charlie horse

with his knee. Cyrus falls to the ground, wailing,

holding his thigh in bitter pain.

JACK’S POV

Forty yards exposed to the mansion.

JACK:

times the sweep of the mounted video camera. It crosses

his path and Jack breaks into a run behind the lens.

INT. SECURITY ROOM -BANK OF MONITORS

The guard doesn’t pick up Jack’s crossing.

INT. MANSION -STAIRWELL

VOICES ECHO close by. Jack looks around the beautiful

house with appreciation. He knocks on a door and there’s

no response, so he opens it.

EXT. EXTRAVAGANT OFFICE -JACK’S POV

SCANS the wall.

JACK:

appreciating the Van Gogh, Renoir, and Henry Matisse.

(CONTINUED)

47.

CONTINUED:

He examines the aged wood of the desk and feels the silk

material of the curtains. He then sees a Picasso in the

corner and shakes his head.

JACK:

Pablo, you fooled them all, you

fraud.

INT. HALLWAY -CONTINUOUS ACTION

Jack heads upstairs and out into a long, painting-lined

upper corridor. A hydraulic THUMP upstairs stops him.

A DING marks the opening of an ELEVATOR DOOR and he

freezes.

Cyrus limps out of the service elevator, pain-stricken.

Jack gives him some distance before he follows.

INT. MAHOGANY-PANELED GAME ROOM -POKER TABLE

In a black, band-collared shirt, a DEALER dishes cards to

five wealthy MEN. Ten other party goers converse, drink,

and gamble in the b.g.

Cyrus enters and approaches JEREMY KINNEAR, 50s,

turtleneck and jacket. Jeremy stops fiddling with his

vast pile of chips as Cyrus whispers in his ear.

JEREMY:

(an English accent)

So where is he now?

CYRUS:

Somewhere in the f***ing house.

Jeremy sees Jack appear from behind Cyrus. He smiles.

JEREMY:

See what it’s like these days, Mr.

Carter? You just can’t get the

material.

Cyrus stares at Jack, ready to kill.

JEREMY:

Please... sit down.

Jack nods and joins Jeremy at the poker table.

CYRUS:

Hey, motherf***er.

(CONTINUED)

48.

CONTINUED:

JEREMY:

Hey, Cyrus! Piss off!

Cyrus stares at Jack and exits the room.

JEREMY:

Sometimes I think I’ll just

retire. Buy an island in the

Bahamas and let somebody else

employ these degenerate fucks.

JACK:

I’m sorry, but... I don’t think

I’m as famous as you.

JEREMY:

Oh, on the contrary, Mr. Carter.

Jeremy Kinnear.

JACK:

(shaking hands)

Call me Jack.

GERALDINE (O.S.)

What are you having to drink,

Jack?

They both turn, mesmerized by her beauty.

JACK:

Bourbon. Please.

GERALDINE:

Jack Daniels, Maker’s Mark -

JACK:

That’s it.

She nods, turns and makes her way over to the bar. Jack

carefully watches her backside.

JEREMY:

You like that, don’t you?

JACK:

No. It’s terrible.

JEREMY:

Geraldine’s the future of CD Rom.

The Ginger Lynn of the 21st

Century. Loves talking dirty.

JACK:

Haven’t had the pleasure yet.

(CONTINUED)

49.

CONTINUED:

Jeremy laughs and makes a mental note. She looks over

and locks eyes with Jack.

JEREMY:

I stole her away from Brumby and

signed her to a two-year contract.

JACK:

Brumby?

JEREMY:

(smiling)

You know Cliff Brumby. Has that

wonderful bar for a front?

Jack is somewhat taken aback by this news.

JACK:

Everyone here’s a filmmaker.

HARRY (O.S.)

I thought we were going to play

cards here, Jeremy.

JEREMY:

Oh, Harry. Jack, I don’t want to

be rude but Harry has brought a

shitload of money with him.

JACK:

You can’t be rude if money’s

involved.

Jeremy laughs as Geraldine hands Jack his drink.

JACK:

Thank you.

GERALDINE:

You’re welcome.

Jeremy checks his hand and smiles at the dealer.

JEREMY:

Oh, I think I’ll stay as I am.

The other three players immediately fold. It’s just

Jeremy and Harry.

HARRY (MAN)

You’re bluffing.

(CONTINUED)

50.

CONTINUED:

JEREMY:

That’s what you pay to find out.

Right, Jack?

JACK:

If he can afford it.

Jeremy smiles. Harry looks to Jack.

HARRY:

Will you be leaving soon?

JACK:

Soon. When you’ve lost all your

money. Won’t be long.

HARRY:

Think you’re pretty smart, don’t

you?

JACK:

Only comparatively.

Jeremy laughs in earnest.

JEREMY:

No offense, Harry, but you

wouldn’t stand much of a shot

against Jack at the tables.

Jack’s one of the best poker

players in the world.

HARRY:

I’m sure.

JEREMY:

It’s true.

HARRY:

I’ve never heard of him.

JEREMY:

That’s because he’s not stupid

enough to enter those bloody Texas

Hold ’Em tournaments.

HARRY:

I like those tournaments.

(CONTINUED)

51.

CONTINUED:

JEREMY:

Of course you do, Harry.

Anyway... Caesar’s, Mirage, the

MGM Grand... they used Jack as a

shill to go against the Japs and

camel jockeys who flew in on a

whim.

ANOTHER PLAYER (MAN)

What’s a shill?

Jeremy and Jack exchange smirks. The duo understand that

all of them are easy prey.

JEREMY:

A shill is a bloke that casinos

bring in to keep high stake games

going strong. You see, casinos

want games to go on as long as

possible so they can grab a bigger

cut since there is no house. They

especially loved Jack because he

used his own money.

(after a long stare-off)

But then one day he got stupid.

He marked an ace with a dirty

fingernail, the cameras picked it

up, and Jack got banned from

Nevada for life.

Jack smiles and reflects on his past.

DEALER:

Holy sh*t. Is that true?

JEREMY:

If you believe the rumors.

The table stares at him for a good five seconds. Jack

sips his drink, speechless.

HARRY:

Okay! On that note, I’ll raise

five hundred.

JEREMY:

All right. If you want to play

that way, Harry.

Jeremy throws out a huge stack of chips.

HARRY:

What the hell’s that?

(CONTINUED)

52.

CONTINUED:

JEREMY:

See your thousand, raise nine.

HARRY:

Ten grand? You’re not gonna see

me?

JEREMY:

(smiling)

No, Harry.

Harry’s finally forced into thinking.

JEREMY:

How’d you fare at the track, Jack?

JACK:

Not bad.

JEREMY:

I bet.

Harry reluctantly pushes nine thousand to the pile.

HARRY:

All right. I’ll see you.

JEREMY:

Calling my bluff, are you, Har?

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