Reindeer Games Page #27

The screw starts spiraling out.

ANGLE ON BEDFRAME

As two metal pieces split apart, and Rudy wriggles his ankle

handcuff off the frame.

ANGLE ON CLOSET:

As Rudy's hand grabs a paper-covered wire hanger and rips

the paper off, untwisting the wire.

ANGLE ON ROOM'S WINDOW

As Rudy slides it open, and climbs outside.

EXT. KNIGHTS INN PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Light snow falling. Rudy drops from the second floor window

into some snowy shrubs and an empty parking space. He

stealthily darts ahead to the ice fishermen's Blazer.

AT THE FISHERMEN'S BLAZER

Rudy peers in the windows, spotting fishing rods, tackle and

gear boxes in the back seat.

He takes his wire coat hanger, now stretched straight, and

slips it between the driver's window and moulding, jamming

it around until it trips the door lock.

The lock pops up; Rudy pops in --

INT. BLAZER

-- and raids the gear box. Bait, reels, fishing wire. Boning

knives. A compass. A first aid kit. A switchblade.

RUDY:

Gun, gun, c'mon, boys like you gotta

be keeping a gun...

He rustles around in the backseat. Ice cooler, open bag of

pork rinds, another gear box. Nothing.

Some HEADLIGHTS sweep past the Blazer. Rudy ducks down,

pockets the switchblade. Munches some pork rinds.

EXT. PARKING LOT

Rudy scrambles out, heads to try another car, a pickup truck.

And then suddenly drops to the ground, seeing

MERLIN AND JUMPY

stride outside, talking casually, kicking snow on their way

toward the Nova. Voices too low to hear.

ON SCENE:

Rudy crouches behind the pickup, slips around the other side.

Merlin and Jumpy walk right by him.

Rudy criss-crosses through the parking lot, hidden by cars,

heading away from his room's window. His window. Rudy glances

back to see if the truckers notice that, but they don't seem

to. They stand at the Nova, talking.

Rudy shivers, waiting. They're not leaving. When their backs

turn, Rudy dashes twenty feet to the cover of the building.

He slips around the corner, out of sight.

AROUND THE SIDE OF THE HOTEL

Rudy hops through snowdrifts, pressed to the wall, moving

toward a side entry --

-- when he stops, hearing a woman's LAUGHTER.

Above his head are a row of windows. Reflections of rippling

water on the ceiling inside. It's the hotel pool behind this

wall.

Sounds of SPLASHES. Murmured VOICES.

Rudy stands absolutely still. His breaths stop frosting.

Because his breathing has stopped.

INT. HALLLWAY TO INDOOR POOL - NIGHT

Rudy creeps down the darkened hall, past a sign that reads

"Pool CLOSED. Open 9 am to 9 pm, No Lifeguard on Duty."

Rudy steps closer, back to a wall, standing in shadow. The

small pool becomes visible, flickering blue water. From an

unseen end, a figure splashes backwards into view --

It's Ashley. Hair wet, naked beneath the surface. Smiling

and splashing someone offscreen --

ASHLEY:

...and he's saying "We're not gonna

help him just to walk away. If we're

gonna help him... we're gonna get it

all...

She splashes again. Taunting --

ASHLEY:

...he wants to help now, he wants to

rob it now we could probably stay

right here, he'd go on and rob it by

himself --

As Gabriel steps into view, also undressed, moving toward

her in the pool.

GABRIEL:

He wants the money.

ASHLEY:

No, baby. He wants me.

Gabriel reaches her, puts his arms around her. She smiles.

ASHLEY:

He wants... your "sister"...

GABRIEL:

...whoever she is.

And they kiss, entwining together, reflections and ripples.

A steamy embrace.

ASHLEY:

Nick Mason's gonna help us more than

we ever dreamed.

ANGLE ON RUDY:

in the shadows, hearing them. Staring into darkness.

IN THE POOL:

Gabriel turns with Ashley, wrapped together. Moving slow.

GABRIEL:

All those letters are about to pay

off, baby... all those letters...

ASHLEY:

To all those cons...

GABRIEL:

Searching for a money man...

ASHLEY:

We musta written what, twenty of

'em? And they were before this guy.

One, two letters apiece, ten to the

racetrack guy in Leavenworth --

GABRIEL:

-- till he f***ed his parole --

ASHLEY:

-- plus the forty to Mason... how

many letters is that?

GABRIEL:

That's a book, baby.

(presses closer)

That's a book of love.

They kiss again. Gabriel strokes her wet hair:

GABRIEL:

I can't take watching you touch him.

I can't take his hands on you.

ASHLEY:

One more day, baby. One more day to

Christmas.

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