Kill Bill Page #19

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Bill looks inside and sees a fancy hotel room converted into

a crap game. A crap table has been erected in the middle of

the suite. SEVEN MEN stand around the table trying their

luck. All playing has stopped at the opening of the door.

One woman in a beautiful black dress, stands at the head of

the table...It's her game...her name is L.F. O'BOYLE.

Bill stands in the doorway. ALBURT the doorman, who wears a

tux, waits for L.F.'s word.

L.F. O'BOYLE

Are you a policeman, Bill?

BILL:

Not anymore?

L.F. laughs.

L.F.

Let him play, Alburt.

Bill steps inside and the game continues in earnest.

L.F.

(to the players)

We now return to the game already

in progress. The point is nine

gentlemen, nine is the point...

As Alburt frisks him, Bill takes in the room. There are five

other men all wearing black tuxedos, all carrying samurai

swords(as is Alburt), all working for Miss O'Boyle. In his

hand Bill holds his sheathed Hanzo sword. Referring to the

sword;

ALBURT:

I'll take that.

BILL:

You'll have to.

The two men stare...

L.F.

Now now boys...Mr. Bill, do you

intend to start any sh*t with that

sword?

BILL:

I give you my word of honor, I will

start nothing.

L.F.

Good enough for me.

(back to game)

ALBURT:

Miss O'Boyle required a two-hundred

dollar membership fee.

BILL:

That's rather pricey.

ALBURT:

You wanna play for free, go to

Vegas. You start now you'll be

there by sundown.

Bill takes out a roll of bills that would choke a rodeo bull

to death. He peels off two hundred.

BILL:

I think I'll stay here. I'm

thirsty.

ALBURT:

That way.

Bill walks over to the suite's bar, a YOUNG WOMAN tends it.

BILL:

Beer.

BARTENDER:

Twenty dollars.

BILL:

Twenty dollars for a beer?

BARTENDER:

High cost of living shooter. You

don't like it, go to Vegas. You can

get a prime rib dinner there for

3.95.

BILL:

What am I going to do, I'm thirsty.

(throws a 20 on the bar)

Pour the beer.

The Bartender produces a dixie cup, and a can of Budweiser.

She pops the top and fills the cup, leaving half of the beer

inside the can. She then offers only the cup to Bill.

BILL:

(pointing to the can)

I don't get that?

The Bartender slowly shakes her head, no.

He lifts the dixie cup to his lips, and says;

BILL:

Cheers.

Bill approaches the table with his dixie cup of beer.

L.F.

Gentlemen, let's see if the new kid

in school wants to play right away.

(to Bill)

How bout it new kid, you wanna

handle my bones, or do you just

like to watch?

Dropping his money roll on the table...

BILL:

I came to play.

Color L.F. impressed.

L.F.

Boys take a look at this man, he's

what Webster's calls, a gambler.

The dice belong to you , sir.

With her table stick, she pushes the dice to Bill. He takes

them and inspects them.

L.F.

I hope you're not implying

anything, friend?

BILL:

(as he inspects dice)

I'm not implying anything.

Alburt starts to move from his position by the door.

ALBURT:

That did it fuckhead, you're out

the door --

L.F. motions him back to his position.

The players watch L.F. And Bill, an opposite ends of the

table, trade quips.

Bill looks from the dice to L.F.

BILL:

You looked me over when I stood in

your doorway. I'm looking you over

as I step up to your table. If I

don't know, I don't throw.

L.F.

Are you satisfied?

BILL:

More or less.

L.F.

I think we're getting into a

antagonistic relationship.

BILL:

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were

trying to take my money, and I was

trying to take yours.

L.F.

It's just a game.

Bill throws ten thousand dollars on the table, the room

reacts.

BILL:

If you're game, take my bet

sportsman.

L.F.

Covered.

Bill smiles as he rolls the dice in his hand, then

throws...7...The room reacts...L.F. smiles and pushes the

money and the dice back to Bill with her stick. He picks up

his winnings, tosses them back on the table, and says;

BILL:

Shoot it all.

The room reacts.

L.F.

Covered.

He holds the dice in his fist...and throws...5...

L.F.

The point is five, gentlemen, five

is the point.

Bill throws...5...more reaction...more money...

BILL:

Shoot it all.

L.F.

Covered.

He shoots again, he wins again...

L.F. MOVES THE MONEY in front of him.

Bill picks up the stack of moola...L.F. Stands behind her

table, stick in her hand, eyes on her opponent.

In the midst of this silence, his beeper goes off. His eyes

go to it. It reads; ELLE DRIVER.

He raises his eyes from the beeper to L.F., casually tosses

the green on the felt and says;

BILL:

Shoot it all.

L.F.

Pretty lucky tonight, huh?

BILL:

Play a game of luck long enough

you're bound to meet some lucky

people.

L.F.

You know we've never been properly

introduced, I'm L.F. O'Boyle.

BILL:

And I'm not interested.

L.F.

No, you're rude. Why so rude rude

boy, I'm only trying to be

friendly.

BILL:

I didn't come here to make friends.

I came here to shoot a little crap.

But then your boy over there hits

me up for a two hundred dollar

privilege to play fee --

L.F.

-- That's a membership fee, good

for --

BILL:

-- You and nobody else. You sell at

the bar a half can of warm piss, at

twenty bucks a shot. How much did

the six-pack cost you? 5.60, 5.65?

You're greedy O'Boyle. You're just

too Goddamn greedy. You know what I

like to do when I meet greedy

people? Take every f***in thing

they got. Leave em with nothing.

L.F.

So that's your game, you want to

teach me a lesson?

BILL:

I wanna burn you down. When I'm

through with you, you won't have a

pot to piss, or a window to throw

it out of. You'll thumb a ride out

of L.A. wearing a barrel.

L.F.

I could always save myself this

horrible fate by not taking your

bet.

BILL:

To be replaced by a different fate.

The embarrassing truth that you run

a gutless game. I won't forget it.

I'm sure these gentlemen won't

forget it. I'm sure they'll tell

people who won't forget it. And we

won't come back. If we don't come

back, you won't get our money.

Couple of weeks, you won't have a

game.

L.F.

You got a big mouth, lucky boy. And

the idea of taking everything

you've won away, and sending you

out the door with nothing but a red

face, is so appealing to me, that I

will take your bet. But.....not

with those dice.

BILL:

Oooohhh, that's....

L.F.

The house's perogative and you know

it.

She holds out her palm and two new pair of dice(black) are

placed in her hand by one of her bodyguards. She sets the

dice on the table, and moves them in front of Bill with her

stick.

Bill looks down at them.

L.F.

Maybe you would like to change your

bet?

BILL:

Yes I would.....Shoot it

all.....Against myself.

His hand scoops the dice off the table.

He catches the young lady by surprise.

L.F.

What?

BILL:

Did I stutter, I'm changing my bet.

I'm betting I don't make it.

From the door Alburt says;

ALBURT:

You can't do that.

BILL:

Oh yes I can. It's the shooter's

perogative, and she knows it.

L.F.

Covered.

He throws....

....................BOXCARS.

The spectators go apeshit.

Bill scoops up his money and looks to the lady who's game he

just busted.

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