Reindeer Games Page #15

PUG:

That's what it looks like!

RUDY:

Since when? What the hell is this

room?

MERLIN:

Buffet. Whaddya think it is?

RUDY:

Buffet is by the goddamn bar! What

the hell kind of map is this?!

Gabriel reaches across the booth, grabs Rudy's shirt, pulls

his face to table level:

GABRIEL:

We walked the place for a week.

RUDY:

And I worked there. For a year.

Neither man blinks.

PUG:

Map is kinda dirty, Monster...

RUDY:

They changed the layout.

GABRIEL:

What?

Rudy nods, pretending to be dawned upon.

RUDY:

They changed the layout -- whadda

they call you? Mr. Monster? They

remodeled the place. When I worked

there -- listen to me -- guy that

managed the joint, guy who ran it--

ASHLEY:

Jack. Jack Bangs.

RUDY:

Right, Jack Bangs. Uh... guy was

always talking bout fixing the place

up. Maybe get a better crowd. Musta

gone and done it while I was in the

Mountain.

(pushes map away)

I don't know this map, man. How the

hell am I supposed to tell you what

door goes where?

GABRIEL:

They wouldn't have changed the

security setup.

RUDY:

When I worked there, this was Bangs,

office. Back here. He kept a little

safe in the... uh, the wall, money

held take for himself, skim from the

Indians. Called it the... uh...

(stumbling)

...the Powwow Safe.

JUMPY:

The Powwow Safe?

RUDY:

His personal safe, he gave it a name.

Now you're telling me they've taken

his office, put the buffet there?

Then who knows what else they changed.

Gabriel stares at him, suspicious.

GABRIEL:

So what the hell good are you...

RUDY:

You'd have to get me inside.

(carefully)

Get inside, watch where the money's

moving, see where the guards are

going. Then I could work with your

map.

GABRIEL:

Wrong, convict. You walk in there,

they recognize you.

PUG:

So what?

GABRIEL:

They recognize him, they'll remember

him after the job goes down.

RUDY:

They won't recognize me.

GABRIEL:

Why not.

RUDY:

Trust me. They won't recognize me.

GABRIEL:

We'll trust you when we're rich. Why

not.

RUDY:

'Cause you're gonna get me a disguise.

Rudy locks eyes with Gabriel.

RUDY:

I give you the wrong information,

you're gonna shoot me. Well, I don't

know your damn map. So you can either

find a way to get me in there... or

you can shoot me right now.

A WAITRESS comes over, drops their check on the table. It

rests near Rudy. Rudy locks eyes with Gabriel.

And pushes the check his way.

EXT. SNOWY HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The "Motor City Monster" RUMBLES along a two-lane blacktop.

Across barren Michigan tundra. A sign reads "You Are Now

Entering Powahachee Indian Lands. No Littering."

INT. GABRIEL'S RIG - CAB - NIGHT

Gabriel drives, with Ashley beside him. Rudy sits in the

sleeper, Jumpy sitting guard.

OUT THE WINDOW:

they pass a brightly neon-lit building, with a parking lot

full of cars. The Tomahawk Casino, with a red neon axe

pointing the way.

And a marquee which reads: "10X ODDS ON CRAPS. $5.95 PRIME

RIB. PERFORMING TONIGHT: DAKOTA!"

The truck motors on by. Gabriel nods to Rudy:

GABRIEL:

Bring back some memories, Nick?

RUDY:

More than you know.

EXT. KNIGHTS INN - NIGHT

A Midwestern castles-and-Camelot-themed chain hotel, amidst

an outcrop of roadside exit civilization: fast food and gas.

The Great Lakes Trucking rig parked in the hotel's lot.

INT. KNIGHTS INN - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Faux stonemasonry and torches. "Regal" purple carpets. Gabriel

and his crew escort Rudy into --

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