Reindeer Games Page #36

Rudy glances to the trailer. Ashley tosses a couple handfuls

of bills into the car.

GABRIEL:

Buncha guys in red suits busted in,

they'll say. Started shooting. They

won't be able to remember... if it

was three, or four... or five. Four

dead Santas and some burned-up cash.

Merry Christmas, The End.

RUDY:

Was it your plan, Monster? Or was it

hers.

Gabriel smiles at him.

GABRIEL:

She told me 'bout the convict

magazines. Had to figure there'd be

some boys in the pen with some useful

knowledge. With nobody to talk to.

Nobody to listen. So we stocked up

on stationery.

Ashley hops down. Gabriel puts an arm around her.

GABRIEL:

Hard life being a trucker's girl.

Rudy eyes Ashley. She stares darkly back.

RUDY:

I saved your life.

ASHLEY:

You shouldn't have.

RUDY:

He did love you, you know. Nick. He

did love you.

ASHLEY:

Who wouldn't.

So cold. But Rudy doesn't pause.

RUDY:

Maybe this is where you wanted him,

Ashley. At the bottom of a ravine,

dead as ice with a burnt-up heart.

Maybe. But it didn't happen. 'Cause

what you did for him was make him

the happiest held ever been. You

showed him hope and taught him mercy.

And he died a peaceful man. You wanted

to destroy some convict... and all

you did was save his soul. Remember

that. Love your money and remember

that.

Ashley shivers, a touch shaken. But steels herself:

ASHLEY:

Merry Christmas, Rudy.

RUDY:

I'm glad it was me.

ASHLEY:

Merry Christmas.

GABRIEL:

Get in the car.

Gabriel hauls him up. Marches him to the trailer. Rudy stops

at the ramp. Gabriel pushes. Rudy doesn't move.

GABRIEL:

Get in the CAR!

RUDY:

How'd you know my name...

He turns back to Ashley.

ASHLEY:

What?

RUDY:

Rudy. How'd you know my name?

ASHLEY:

What are you talking about?

Rudy looks at Gabriel. He's frowning. To Ashley:

RUDY:

You said Merry Christmas, Rudy.

ASHLEY:

I... you told me your name was Rudy.

You told me a million times, back in

the truck, telling me you weren't

Nick --

RUDY:

No --

ASHLEY:

You were screaming you weren't Nick!

And we just didn't f***ing believe

you!

RUDY:

But I never said Rudy.

ASHLEY:

You said it a million times!

RUDY:

I never told you my name.

He stares her down. Then stares at Gabriel.

GABRIEL:

Ash?

RUDY:

How'd you know my name was Rudy.

GABRIEL:

Ash?

RUDY:

How'd you know my name.

Ashley stares daggers. Shakes her head ruefully --

ASHLEY:

Men.

-- and pulls a handgun, SHOOTING Gabriel in the heart.

Gabriel falls to his knees in the snow, his mouth a ring of

shock. Blood spurts through his red coat. He stares at Ashley,

incredulous.

She steps forward and PUTS another bullet in his neck. Gabriel

falls still.

Ashley's breath frosts in the cold.

Rudy watches her. Finally, she meets Rudy's eyes. They stare

each other down for a long moment, before:

RUDY:

Where is he.

A silence.

No one moves.

And finally, the CRUNCH of footsteps from around the side of

the trailer. And WHISTLING. "Silver Bells."

A shadow moves across the snow behind the trailer, and soon

steps into Rudy and Ashley's view.

It's Nick Mason.

Alive and well.

NICK:

Merry Christmas, Rudy.

Ashley smiles. Her muscles-and-mustache man pen pal is here.

NICK:

I missed you, beautiful.

ASHLEY:

I missed you too, Nicky baby.

They share a passionate kiss. Ashley malts at the sight of

him, embracing happily. Then turns to Rudy:

ASHLEY:

For your information. I never f***

the wrong guy.

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