Reindeer Games Page #35

GABRIEL:

GO!!!

He and Ashley both scramble for the windows, jumping out

with two of the money sacks --

TO THE CASINO FLOOR

-- and landing on poker tables below, overturning them --

Jack Bangs keeps FIRING, into the casino, SHREDDING the tables

but missing Gabriel and Ashley -- as he JUMPS right after

them.

BACK IN BANGS' OFFICE

Merlin scrambles to his feet, whirling with his gun, looking

for Rudy --

-- just as Rudy slams into him. Merlin's SHOT hits the

ceiling.

The two of them CRASH down, wrestling and rolling toward the

parking lot window. Two guns spill to the floor. Rudy grabs

one, just as Merlin kicks out, leaping up --

-- and freezes, seeing Rudy's got a pistol on him.

Before Merlin can make a move, Rudy fires --

-- and a thin stream of water shoots out. Leaving a stain on

his shirt. It's the water pistol. Rudy stares blankly.

As Merlin swiftly snatches the second gun, a real gun, off

the floor. Rudy's dead to rights.

MERLIN:

Hell. I'm gonna take pleasure in

this...

With the gun on Rudy, Merlin finds a cigarette in his pockets.

Pops it between his lips, raises a lighter's flame --

-- and hesitates. Sniffing the air. Looking down.

At the stain on his shirt. His lighter still lit --

RUDY:

Me too.

-- and Rudy fires the water pistol again, this time catching

Merlin's lighter, which turns the stream into a ARC OF FIRE!

He's filled alcohol in the gun!

FLAMING LIQUOR shoots into Merlin's face and eyes. He drops

the handgun. Rudy keeps squeezing the squirt gun, spreading

the fire down his neck and chest. Merlin howls wildly --

-- and staggers back, blind and helpless, pinwheeling himself --

OUT THE PARKING LOT WINDOW

-- and CRASHING down on the hood of a Pontiac, head through

the windshield, boots on the bumper, dead. Flames flickering.

RUDY:

Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

IN THE CASINO:

Gabriel and Ashley have scrambled to the Nova, tumbling in

with the money sacks. Jack Bangs gets up, stalking toward

them, still FIRING and babbling.

Gabriel FIRES back, hitting Bangs in the chest. He staggers,

but stays upright. His bullets RIDDLE the car, shattering

the windshield, but Gabriel and Ashley keep their heads down,

slamming it into reverse --

-- and burning rubber backwards out the casino entrance,

into the parking lot, and speeding out of sight.

Jack Bangs stops shooting.

He staggers back toward the bar, totters there, and turns,

gun still raised.

Rudy stands at the base of the stairs to the security level.

He puts his hands up, until he sees the dying look in Bangs,

face. The uzi drops to the ground.

A silence. Even the slots have stopped.

RUDY:

I'm sorry.

Jack Bangs stares blankly. Surveys the wreckage of his poor

man's empire. And gives a small shrug.

JACK BANGS:

That's why they call it gambling.

He slumps against the bar and hits the floor. Dead.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Rudy ambles out into the snowy night. The lot is quiet. He

takes a few wary steps toward the road --

-- and hears a CLICK. He turns to see Ashley standing behind

him, with a gun. Shaking her pretty head.

ASHLEY:

Your turn.

Rudy shuts his eyes for the end.

EXT. RESERVATION ROAD - NIGHT

The Nova drives up a ramp into the back of the truck, in

reverse. Gabriel gets out, pulls shut the trailer. Ashley

collects the hazard triangles. They hurry to the cab.

EXT. MICHIGAN HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The Motor City monster storms through the night, passing a

couple POLICE CARS, sirens wailing, speeding the other way.

INT. GABRIEL'S RIG

Gabriel and Ashley inside, with the money sacks:

GABRIEL:

With the wrong f***ing guy! We took

the place down with the wrong f***ing

guy! Is that Christmas?! Huh?! Is

that Christmas?!

He grabs Ashley, kisses her wildly. Then turns back --

TO THE SLEEPER COMPARTMENT

Where Rudy lies sideways, hands bound with his Santa belt.

GABRIEL:

God bless us every one...

EXT. RIDGESIDE ROAD - NIGHT

A winding two-lane road, overlooking a small ravine at a

grassy overlook. The road is dusted with snow; there's been

no traffic here for awhile.

The Motor City Monster steams to a stop beyond the overlook.

Then starts backing up, such that the gate of the trailer is

fifteen feet from the edge of the ridge.

A hundred-foot drop into the ravine below.

Gabriel and Ashley pile out of the cab. They lift the trailer

gate, extend the tire ramps. The ramps run from the trailer

to five feet away from, the ravine drop.

IN THE CAB:

Gabriel pulls Rudy out of the sleeper. Marches him back --

TO THE RAVINE'S EDGE

-- and gives him a look. Forces him to his knees. Ashley is

in the truck trailer, splashing the inside of the Nova with

a can of gasoline.

GABRIEL:

You almost got away with it, Santa.

Got outta the Tomahawk, got to your

car, got halfway to Canada till you

caught some ice in the road. By the

time you hit bottom down there, whole

car was burning like a comet. Musta

burned up all that money too.

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