Reindeer Games Page #11

From the corner, Pug spits some chaw. Ashley wheels.

ASHLEY:

You're not gonna hurt him anymore!

Pug doesn't even look up. Still stroking Rudy's face:

ASHLEY:

Since Janey moved in... Gabriel...

he's come over more and more. To the

apartment. Janey's the divorced one,

'member, with the tit job --

RUDY:

What the f*** is going on.

ASHLEY:

He read the letters, Nick. Some day

I wasn't there. He went through my

room. He found your letters.

RUDY:

What's going ON!!!

The truck shakes.

ASHLEY:

He knows you worked in that casino.

Rudy stares at her. She's scared

RUDY:

You motherf***er.

ASHLEY:

Nick, no --

RUDY:

You sold him out.

ASHLEY:

Nick --

RUDY:

When'd you decide to do it, Ash?

After which of his letters, huh?

The fortieth? The fiftieth? The

first?!

ASHLEY:

Nick, what are you --

She reaches out for him; Rudy scrambles to his knees, tumbles

against the opposite wall of the trailer.

RUDY:

I'M NOT NICK!

(raging)

You thought you'd f*** him over?!

Well he's f***ed you! I've never

worked at some casino! I can't help

you! Because he's not me!

ASHLEY:

Nick, I love you --

RUDY:

JESUS CHRIST!

PUG:

Watch your mouth, man. It's Christmas.

RUDY:

I'M NOT NICK!

Ashley runs at him, wraps her arms around him tightly. He

tries to fight her off. She won't let go.

RUDY:

Get the hell off of me!

ASHLEY:

(hard whisper)

Nick, it won't work. It won't work!

Rudy stops fighting. She has a terrified look in her eye.

Checks to Pug:
he's watching them now, chewing slower. Ashley

turns them away from the little guy's view

ASHLEY:

He'll kill you.

RUDY:

You're not hearing me here --

ASHLEY:

My brother's killed people, I know

he has. Truckers. If you talk him

into thinking you're not you, you'll

only get yourself dead.

RUDY:

He didn't "find" Nick's letters, did

he.

ASHLEY:

Nick, please, it's me --

RUDY:

You told him about Nick's letters.

ASHLEY:

No, Nick, no --

RUDY:

You're in on this.

ASHLEY:

I love you!

Rudy stares at her coldly.

RUDY:

Y'know, in a way, I'm glad it's me.

'Cause you woulda broken his heart.

Ashley stares, panicked. Pug's still watching them.

RUDY:

Your pen palls dead, lady.

ASHLEY:

If you say that, if you keep saying

that, they will kill you. If they

think you're not you, they will kill

you. Don't you see? I know what you're

doing, but it won't work!

RUDY:

Nick died for me....

ASHLEY:

I won't let him hurt you! He just

wants what you know!

RUDY:

(ruefully)

...maybe I die for Nick...

ASHLEY:

Just tell him what you know, Nick!

That's all they want! And we'll get

out of this!

Rudy gives her a stone cold stare. Ashley crumbles, touching

his face, shaking her head, tears. Devastated.

ASHLEY:

He found them... I swear, Nick...

(helpless)

...he found them...

The truck shudders through downshifts, to a groaning stop.

Ashley embraces Rudy fiercely, holding on for the last.

The trailer gate RATTLES open into the truck's roof.

Ashley shuts her eyes.

EXT. REST STOP/INT. GABRIEL'S RIG - CONTINUOUS

The rig all alone at a snowy rest area. Gabriel, Merlin and

Jumpy climb inside as silhouette sentries. Gabriel surveys,

then lifts a piece of paper:

GABRIEL:

"My sweet, sexy Ashy-lashy, I have

been dreaming of you constantly, and

knowing you are out there makes these

walls not seem so close or so strong

or so cold..."

(to Merlin/Jumpy)

Women live for this stuff.

(reads on)

Dreaming 'bout your this, dreaming

'bout your those, gettin' X-rated on

me here, Nicky... where are we...

oh, right, other side...

(turns paper over)

"Someday I'm gonna take you up by

Lake S. Before I went in, before

goddamn Millie, 'fore I had my

situation, I used to work up at this

casino, working security. Used to

watch for people stealing chips,

counting cards, getting piss-drunk,

that kinda sh*t. Indian place, they

hired this reject outta Vegas to run

it, got about as much business sense

as a buffalo patty. Anyways, it's a

fun place to run some numbers and

play."

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