Reindeer Games Page #24

Rudy studies her hopeful face, attending to his wounds. still

weak and distant:

RUDY:

Guy I was in with... car thief... I

used to read your letters to him. I

know they were private... I know,

but... you spend twenty-four hours a

day with somebody, you gotta talk,

y'know? You gotta share. Or the room

gets even smaller.

(beat)

And sometimes, I'd be reading them,

and he'd close his eyes, get a smile

on his face... and I'd know somewhere

inside he was pretending you were

writing to him -- He'd see your face,

your pictures on the wall...

(beat)

Some nights I think he fell in love

with you, too.

Rudy touches a hand to her hair.

RUDY:

You gave a couple guys hope, Ashley.

And with hope, there ain't nothing

you can't survive.

Ashley stares, touched, still kneading the cloth into his

chest.

Rudy struggles up, his face level with hers. She kisses him

tenderly. Lingering.

And this time Rudy responds, mouth seeking, working down her

neck.

Her eyes flutter closed.

ASHLEY:

I'm sorry, Nick... I'm so sorry...

RUDY:

Don't say my name...

ASHLEY:

I love you, Nick...

RUDY:

Ash. Don't say it. Don't say my name.

Ashley hesitates. Carefully strokes his chest. He's still

kissing her, softly, still somewhat delirious.

ASHLEY:

(a small frown)

I love you...

As he returns to her lips, mouths joining. Ashley's eyes

close again, as they fold into each other...

...and move slowly, tenderly, back to the floor.

EXT. KNIGHTS INN HOTEL - DUSK

A bitter cold sunset. Through a room's window, Rudy and Ashley

lie tangled in sheets on the carpet.

INT. RUDY'S ROOM

Ashley nestles against him. Rudy stares skyward. Hard.

RUDY:

They'll have guns.

ASHLEY:

What?

RUDY:

You said they've run guns, in their

trucks. So they'll have guns. To do

this robbery. They'll have serious

guns.

ASHLEY:

I don't know...

RUDY:

We'll need one.

Ashley frowns. There's a new look in Rudy's eyes.

RUDY:

I'm going to have to be inside that

casino. When it happens. I'll need

to be part of it. I can't just be

drawing some map.

ASHLEY:

Nick, what are you talking about?

RUDY:

We need to find a way to make me

part of it.

ASHLEY:

Part of... with them?

Rudy meets her eyes.

RUDY:

If we're helping them with their

robbery, we're gonna be doing more

than just walking away. Like that's

some Christmas bonus.

He nods, scheming the way he's always known.

RUDY:

You want him outta your life? You

want a real New Year to look forward

to?

(bravely)

If we're gonna do this... we're gonna

do it to get it all.

INT. KNIGHTS INN RESTAURANT - NIGHT

A medieval-themed biergarten. A happy FAMILY of five sits at

a booth, singing along to "Good King Wencelas."

In the booth beside, Merlin and Pug are holding court.

Merlin's puffing smoke rings. Pug watches dully, chewing:

PUG:

Knew a guy in Joliet, smoked ten

packs a day like you. His lungs got

so black they couldn't find 'em with

an x-ray.

MERLIN:

That right? Sh*t. I used to run rigs

for a guy loved your chaw there.

Sh*t rotted out his tongue, had to

build him one outta silicon so the

poor boy could talk. You ever see a

motherf***er with a silicon f***ing

tongue?

The Happy Family stops singing. Pug considers, spits a wad.

PUG:

Hell. The guy from Joliet, those

black-ass lungs were the least of

his problems. Got so much smoke in

him his lungs couldn't even hold it.

Got into his system, man. Into his

blood. Coming out his ears, man,

coming out his eyes. Guy'd be walking

the row, smoke'd be puffing out his

skin.

The Happy Family trade discomfited looks. Merlin shrugs,

takes another drag.

MERLIN:

This trucker? Met a girl in a bar

one night, she didn't know his

situation. He's drunk, she's drunk,

they get to mackin' hot and heavy

and the woman swallows it. His tongue.

Sucks it right down.

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