Reindeer Games Page #16

INT. HOTEL ROOM

-- his quarters. Jumpy marches Rudy to the bed, snaps a

handcuff around his ankle --

RUDY:

What the hell is this? What happened

to working together?

-- and snaps the other cuff to the bedframe.

GABRIEL:

Rather be back in the Mountain?

RUDY:

Might as well be.

GABRIEL:

Don't have Weather Channel in the

Mountain, Nick.

Gabriel tosses him a TV remote. Merlin rips the room's phone

out of the wall, takes it. They return to the hallway.

GABRIEL:

Sleep good, loverboy. Tomorrow you

got singing for your supper to do.

The truckers leave. Rudy tugs at his ankle cuff, sighs,

collapses back on the bed. Ashley has remained.

Rudy sits up, sees her.

RUDY:

Get your own room.

She approaches instead. Sits beside. Gently:

ASHLEY:

He said he wanted to talk to you.

When he found the letters... he said

"when your boyfriend gets out, I

wanna talk to him." I thought he

meant back in Detroit. I thought he

meant --

RUDY:

But you knew why. Knew why, didn't

ya.

Ashley stands her ground, guilty.

ASHLEY:

I thought we'd have a few more days.

RUDY:

For what? You to talk me into

"helping"? What, he promise you a

share of the winnings?

ASHLEY:

No!

RUDY:

Well, sh*t, Judas, you shoulda at

least gotten that --

ASHLEY:

Nick! He wants to know how to rob

it, and he'll leave you alone! That's

all he wants!

(breaking down)

I hate him, Nick... you know how...

RUDY:

So get him outta your life. Get out

of Michigan. They got perfume counters

in Chicago, don't they?

ASHLEY:

Not without you.

She reaches to touch him. Rudy turns his back on her.

RUDY:

Since when do some trucker pals start

thinking big, anyway?

ASHLEY:

They run routes mostly east, retail

stuff, warehouses. But Gabriel knows

some guys in New York, Miami, guys

he helps get guns to Detroit. Hides

'em with his regular loads.

RUDY:

He working for them on this one?

ASHLEY:

No. He wants to be working for himself

someday.

RUDY:

And I'm his ticket.

(considers)

What's the last place they took down?

ASHLEY:

What?

RUDY:

Gabriel and his guys. What's the

last place they robbed?

Ashley frowns.

ASHLEY:

I don't think they've ever robbed

anything before. I think they've

just driven guns.

Rudy looks at her with new interest.

RUDY:

They've never done a robbery?

ASHLEY:

(shrugs)

They're truck drivers.

For the first time in a long time... Rudy smiles.

RUDY:

Then they do need me, don't they.

They really need me...

ASHLEY:

We're gonna get out of here, Nick.

We're gonna get out of this...

RUDY:

We? What "we"...

Rudy stares at her. The smile gone.

RUDY:

Get your own room, Ashley.

ASHLEY:

Nick...

RUDY:

Get your own room.

Ashley pulls away, walks to the door. Turns back, wanting to

say something, but Rudy's not even looking her way.

ASHLEY:

If I'd told you what he wanted, you'd

have been gone. You'd have gotten on

that bus and stayed on it. And if

that's selfish, I am. If that's lying,

I'm a liar. But I been dealing with

f***ed-up brother and his f***ed-up

friends for a long time, and I was

stronger than him then and I'm

stronger than him now. 'Cause he

showed up for money. I showed up for

love.

(hard)

And if you're so ready to make me

your enemy... then what did you show

up for, Nick. What did you really

want... with me...

With a fiery look, she strides from the room.

Rudy stands, can't get far cuffed to the bed. Checks the end

table, finds a Bible and a deck of cards.

Out his second-floor window is a view of the rear parking

lot.

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