Reindeer Games Page #17
Rudy watches as a Chevy Blazer parks and two drunk FISHERMEN
get out. The truck's bumper sticker reads "Ice Fishermen Do
It All Year Long."
Rudy watches the good ol' boys stumble toward the hotel. He
turns back, surveys his new prison cell
RUDY:
They've never done a robbery...
(nods)
Christmas is looking up.
INT. RUDY'S ROOM - MORNING
The bed has been dragged to the door to the bathroom, the
comforter and pillow are on the floor, "Miracle on 34th St."
is on the TV, and Rudy lies asleep on the ground, ankle still
cuffed.
INT. HALLWAY - MORNING
Rudy is brusquely dragged out by Jumpy and Merlin, passing
Ashley, who lies asleep in the hall, head on a pillow.
MERLIN:
Having romance problems, Romeo?
RUDY:
Not with you.
They march him onward. Rudy glances over his shoulder at
Ashley.
Who spent the night at his door.
INT. GAME ROOM - MORNING
A wood-panelled room adjacent to a small indoor pool, with
arcade games and a dart board. Gabriel's with Pug, tossing
darts, as Jumpy and a chain-smoking Merlin haul Rudy in.
PUG:
Goddamn, Merlin. There any part of
the day you don't smoke?
MERLIN:
There anytime you don't got a mouthful
of sh*t?
PUG:
Cancer-sucker.
MERLIN:
Acid-chewer.
Gabriel THWAPS a dart into the board, to shut them up.
GABRIEL:
Take a look what Pug's bought for
ya.
Pug empties a shopping bag on a pinball machine. Cowboy boots,
spurs, a black cowboy hat, a black rhinestone jacket and a
longhaired wig tumbles out.
RUDY:
A cowboy. You're going to send me
into an Indian casino disguised as a
cowboy. Have you thought this entirely
through?
GABRIEL:
Put it on.
Merlin and Jumpy shove Rudy toward the merchandise. Gabriel
slams another dart into the board, then turns:
GABRIEL:
You're a country-western singer up
from Nashville for the the holidays.
Visiting your Grandma on the lake,
driving into the Tomahawk for some
scotch and slots. You only play the
slots, you got that? Don't want no
dealer friend of yours recognizing
you, you sidle up to shoot some craps.
RUDY:
What kind of half-ass cowboy plays
the slots?
GABRIEL:
You do.
RUDY:
GABRIEL:
Shut the f*** up. You play what your
girlfriend plays. Ashley's going in
with you. You talk to her, otherwise
you don't talk to nobody. You walk
the room as many times as you want,
but the second you come out, I want
to know the run of the place.
Rudy examines his new hair and cowboy gear.
RUDY:
Do I get a country-western name?
GABRIEL:
You get recognized, convict, You get
a country-western funeral.
The Chevy Nova crunches into the parking lot in the shadow
of the gaudy neon axe.
INT. NOVA - DAY
Rudy's in "disguise": paste-on goatee, tinted shades and
black cowboy gear. Very Nashville Network.
He's wedged between Jumpy and Merlin, wearing handcuffs.
Gabriel, Ashley and Pug in the back.
RUDY:
Y'know what, guys? I woke up this
morning, I got a really lucky feeling
going on. I mean it, I'm feeling
that good. I wouldn't be surprised
if I walk in there, pull a handle
and hit jackpot. Hell, we wouldn't
even have to --
GABRIEL:
Get out.
Rudy stamps feet, shivering in the cold, as Merlin unlocks
his cuffs. Gabriel reaches to help Ashley out --
ASHLEY:
Get your goddamn hands off me --
She edges toward Rudy, then stops. A chill still there.
GABRIEL:
You got one hour.
RUDY:
I'm gonna need some money.
Gabriel hands a bill.
RUDY:
Ten dollars? What do I do with ten
dollars?
GABRIEL:
Don't tip.
RUDY:
Monster. If we're working together
here, we gotta be working together.
I can't walk in there looking like
the Lone F***ing Ranger with ten
bucks to throw down. You don't want
me getting noticed, right? Not getting
noticed costs a guy at least a couple
hundred.
Gabriel glares, turns to his crew. Mutters, rubs his fingers
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