Reindeer Games Page #26

RUDY:

I'm no threat without a gun.

GABRIEL:

No, you're not.

RUDY:

There'll be people in that casino.

I can't keep them from leaving if I

don't get a gun. I don't need bullets,

Monster... but I gotta be a threat.

ASHLEY:

What's the matter, Gabriel? This is

what you wanted him for, isn't it?

Gabriel's eyes don't leave Rudy's.

GABRIEL:

No gun.

RUDY:

Well. What you guys have to plan

out, then... is how you're going to

get to that cage and that security

level before anybody realizes

anything's wrong. Running in with

ski masks and bullets flying ain't

gonna do it.

GABRIEL:

That part, Nick... was planned out

the day I read your letters.

RUDY:

What. We all gonna dress up like

cowboys?

GABRIEL:

Not cowboys, Nick. Not cowboys.

Gabriel smiles.

GABRIEL:

Not on Christmas Eve.

INT. GABRIEL'S RIG - TRAILER - NIGHT CLOSE ON STORAGE LOCKER

Pulled open to reveal FIVE SANTA CLAUS SUITS, hanging side-

by-side. Red polyester coats and pants, white felt trim and

black buckles, black boots and red caps.

WIDEN TO REVEAL TRAILER

As Gabriel lifts a Santa Claus suit and presses it against

Rudy. Ashley, Merlin, Jungy and Pug look on.

RUDY:

You gotta be kidding me.

GABRIEL:

'Tis the season, convict.

He puts the suit back in the locker, pulls another. Finding

Rudy's size.

GABRIEL:

Can't be attracting attention, right?

RUDY:

What, we walking in there and

delivering toys?

He turns to see Merlin open another locker. This one stacked

with rifles, carbines and handguns.

MERLIN:

Hell yeah.

INT. RUDY'S ROOM - NIGHT

CLOSE ON SKETCH:

of a floor plan, a sheet of paper overlaid on Gabriel's map

of the casino. A pencil draws a boxy room and labels it

"Security Video Room." Then an eraser wipes it out.

WIDEN TO REVEAL RUDY

still cuffed to the bedframe, pulled close to a desk. He's

sitting, working on the security level map.

The door opens; Ashley enters, looking worried:

ASHLEY:

He wants to see your map.

RUDY:

I'm almost done.

ASHLEY:

He says he wants it now.

RUDY:

If he wanted a photographic memory,

he shoulda kidnapped one. I'm working

on it here.

Ashley walks over, puts her arms around his neck. Whispers:

ASHLEY:

How are we gonna do this, Nick?

RUDY:

You're the getaway girl. The money's

gonna get to you eventually. Gonna

be my job to be the guy who walks

outta there with it. But I can't do

that without a gun. Any luck talking

to him?

ASHLEY:

Bullets or no bullets, he won't do

it.

RUDY:

Is there any way you could get into

his truck?

ASHLEY:

No.

RUDY:

We need a gun, Ash. We need a gun...

Rudy studies his map, then quickly pencils in the "Security

Video Room," in a totally different place than he drew it

before. Hands the paper to her.

RUDY:

Here's the Picasso. Is he in his

room?

ASHLEY:

They all are. Football's on.

RUDY:

(nods, thinks)

Keep 'em there for a little while.

Ashley takes the map, frowns. Rudy kisses her gently.

RUDY:

We're gonna get you out of Detroit,

Ash. Get you out of beauty and

fragrances.

(smiles, then)

Remember that. After all this is

over, when you know me, when you

really know me... remember it was

me.

She searches his eyes, not quite understanding. But smiles.

Rudy smiles back, nods toward the door. Ashley slips out.

When she's gone, Rudy stands and turns to the window. Outside,

the Blazer with the "Ice Fishermen Do It All Year Long" bumper

sticker still sits parked.

Rudy reaches for his jeans pocket, and pulls out-one of the

game room darts, flecked with blood.

HE GIVES IT A SOLEMN STARE

INT. RUDYS ROOM - MOMENTS L&TER - NIGHT

Rudy lies on his back, under the bed frame, dart in hand. He

tears off the plastic feathering, to get at the cross-shaped

end, furthest-from the tip. Four protruding metal edges.

He finds the Phillips screws on the bedframe, and tries to

work the dart-end into the grooves. It scrapes and jags, but

with pressure he's able to do a quarter-turn at a time.

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