Reindeer Games Page #2

NICK:

Got us a motel out Highway 5, bringing

her own damn sheets, you read that

part? Silk damn sheets. Lock ourselves

in the whole week, drinking wine,

taking baths, man, see if they got

those room service steaks... anything

I want to do. Remember when she wrote

that? Anything I want...

RUDY:

Yeah. F***in' Christmas.

Nick grins. They stand there, shivering. It's freezing, but

the time they get outside is too precious to give up.

RUDY:

All those pictures she's sent...

y'know... you sure they're all of

her, Nick? You hear sometimes they

don't send their real pictures. Could

be her cousin or something.

Nick studies him.

NICK:

Why you gotta say a thing like that.

RUDY:

I'm just saying.

NICK:

Why you gotta. We were gonna give

you a ride someplace, man. Now I

just don't know.

RUDY:

I'm just talking.

NICK:

F*** your hot chocolate, Rudy.

They trail off in silence. Nick looks out at the prison road

again. A snowy wasteland.

NICK:

I'm gonna marry this girl.

INT. PRISON CELL - DAY

Rudy lies in his bunk, staring at the same paper snowflakes.

NICK (O.S.)

Hey, hey, listen here. "I've made my

list and I've checked it twice, and

as long as you're naughty, it's gonna

be nice. These cold winter weeks

have been killing me, Nick, as I lie

here alone. It's not enough to have

your warmth in my heart anymore; I

need your warmth next to me. Work at

Penney's has been busy because it's

Christmas and that's when we do almost

half of our business for the whole

year -- ", okay, whatever, whatever --

(skipping on)

" -- my manager's still mad at me

for asking for the whole week off,"

whatever, whatever --

(smiles)

Here we go. "And all that gets me

through the day is to close my eyes

and imagine holding you, and kissing

you, and touching you, and tasting

you everywhere because I know at

that moment, I'll feel I've found

the reason for my whole entire life."

Rudy still stares at the stone ceiling.

RUDY:

For twenty-five, she sounds pretty

mature.

NICK:

Yeah. You grow up in Detroit, you

get matured real quick.

Nick's doing pushups on the floor below, smoking a cig,

reading sheets of pink stationery. With a new photo: of the

same GIRL, in a bikini by a lake. Vamping a childish pose.

NICK:

Sure as hell don't make me miss Millie

Bobek. Guess I owe Millie, though.

If I hadn't been rollin, her, I woulda

never ended up here. And I woulda

never met Ashley.

(studies photo)

That's the world for ya.

Nick climbs off the floor, paces back to the bunks, marvelling

at the latest letter.

RUDY:

What if she sees you, man, sees what

you look like... and it's not there.

You just don't do it for her.

NICK:

Me and her got a connection.

(hands page to him)

Read this part. Read the part about

stuffing her stocking.

Nick drops the page on his stomach. Rudy sighs, picks it up,

brings it to his nose.

RUDY:

She's using a new perfume.

NICK:

No, I think that's just oranges. She

writes here she's eating oranges.

RUDY:

Oh.

NICK:

Shoulda written to that magazine,

Rudy. I'm gonna walk outta here,

walk right into a relationship. Not

some one-nighter, man... a

relationship. You? You're gonna walk

outta here with bus fare. Searching

for the drunkest skirt in the room.

RUDY:

Mornin', gorgeous. More egg nog?

NICK:

Shoulda written, Rudy...

Nick drops back to his bunk, pasting the new lakeside photo

among his collage of pictures. Admiring his pen pal:

NICK:

Shoulda got yourself a girl.

Above, Rudy peruses the page Nick gave him. Some lipstick

marks pressed to the paper. He passes it back, closes his

eyes.

RUDY:

All I want... is to make it to Sidnaw,

and sit down for Christmas dinner.

Watch some ball with my old man,

sleep in my old bed, and have

leftovers for bout six months.

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