Reindeer Games Page #33

MERLIN:

Hold it right there, Nick. Your squirt

gun's all you need.

Merlin steps to him, gun aimed. He and Pug collect the Guards,

weapons.

MERLIN:

Cover 'em.

Rudy gets to his feet, pulls the water pistol from his pocket.

Moves to round up the Old Timer, the waitress, the Poker

Players and the Fat Slots Women.

RUDY:

Sorry, guys. But what the hell were

you doing here an Christmas Eve

anyway.

INT. SECURITY LEVEL

The two Guards lie on the floor, with Security Boss and Video

Guard. And the ruined Jack Bangs.

JACK BANGS:

No... not here... please... mister...

Gabriel storms to the video room's doorway. Slams a new clip.

JACK BANGS:

Mister. I'm begging, 'kay? I'm

begging. This is not some card club,

'kay? This is the Tomahawk. We're an

international gaming destination.

We're in guidebooks. You can't do

this... you can't do this to me...

GABRIEL:

Show's over.

He OPENS FIRE, BLOWING AWAY the wall of monitors and VCR's

recording the robbery. SPARKS and METAL fly.

EXT. PARKING LOT

Ashley waits in the Nova, checking her watch. Behind her a

RED WRANGLER rolls in and parks. A FIRE CHIEF and his DEPUTY,

just off-duty, stroll toward the casino, laughing.

Ashley sinks low, panicked. Presses her HORN. The firemen

spin around but don't see her. They shrug. Keep walking.

INT. TOMAHAWK

Rudy forces the gamblers and employees behind the bar. Onto

the floor with Bear the Bartender, whispering hard:

RUDY:

Get down and stay down, and you're

gonna be fine. Just don't do anything.

My friends are disturbed --

The hostages do as told. Rudy breathes relief, squirt gun in

hand. And then stares at the array of bottles around him.

IN THE CASHIER'S CAGE

Merlin and Pug force the cashiers to the floor:

PUG:

What's the security code to the Count

Room?

CASHIER #1

Security code? What security code?

You just use a key!

PUG:

NICK SAID SECURITY CODE!

CASHIER #1

Who's Nick?!

Pug bangs the guy's head off the floor, stalks to the Count

Room door. Just a key lock. Pug BLOWS it away with his guns,

kicks the door open --

-- and gets SHOT TO HELL by three COUNT MEN inside, pistols

blazing! Pug puppets, dead. A wad of chaw hits the ceiling.

Stunned Merlin FIRES BACK.

EXT. PARKING LOT

-- as the Firemen hear the GUNFIRE, pulling holstered pistols --

INT. TOMAHAWK

-- while Merlin dives out of the cage, joining Jumpy, taking

cover as the Count Men FIRE AWAY --

-- as Rudy scrambles back from the bar --

MERLIN:

You said no GUNS in there! NO GUNS!

Merlin and Jumpy leap up, GUNS BLAZING, firing through the

cage bars at the Count Men. Killing all three just as --

THE OFF-DUTY FIREMEN

storm through the doors, pistols ready --

FIREMEN:

DROP IT! DROP THE GUNS!

Merlin and Jumpy are caught. Trade a look. And let their

weapons fall, turning just as --

THE CHEVY NOVA:

CRASHES through the casino doors, MOWING DOWN the firemen!

The car SLAMS inside, crashing into slot machines. The slots

send SPARKS showering into the air. Which set off the casino

floor's SPRINKLERS. The room fills with watery spray.

Ashley swiftly climbs out of the mangled vehicle. Rudy stares

darkly at her. She knows he knows. And she doesn't care.

ASHLEY:

(wild-eyed)

WHERE'S THE F***ING CASH, NICK!

RUDY:

Yeah. That's love.

She storms on by. The slots pay off behind her.

INT. COUNT ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Jumpy, Merlin, Ashley and Rudy step inside the Count Room.

There are stacks and stacks of bills.

Ashley smiles wide, throws Jumpy three laundry sacks.

ASHLEY:

MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!

Merlin, meanwhile, slams Rudy against the wall:

MERLIN:

You knew there were guns in here!

RUDY:

Merlin, I didn't know --

MERLIN:

You got Pug killed! You tried to get

ME killed! You just lost your Get-

Outta-Jail-Free --

RUDY:

I promise you, I didn't know!

As Merlin puts a gun to Rudyls head --

GABRIEL (O.S.)

(over casino speakers)

Santa Claus, Santa Claus, and Santa

Claus... would you please bring our...

mapmaker... to the security level?

Merlin stares daggers at Rudy. Shoves the gun away.

INT. JACK BANGS' OFFICE - NIGHT

Gabriel stands at the windows overlooking the watery carnage.

The taped jingle of slots still plays.

Poor Jack Bangs lies on his desk, beaten to a pulp. Blood

runs down his face and shark suit. Tears and shock:

JACK BANGS:

I can't go back to Vegas... I can't...

go back...

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