Reindeer Games Page #37

Rudy just stands there, his mind playing catch-up.

NICK:

Oh, hey. Have you two been properly

introduced? Sweetness, this is Rudy

Duncan, I did almost a year with him

in the Mountain. Read him all your

letters, talked about you all the

time, made him feel like he really

knew you.

(turns to Rudy)

My friend... wantcha to meet Millie

Bobek. 'Member Millie Bobek, dontcha?

My girlfriend fore I went in? Worked

at that bar in Motor City, where I

manslaughtered that guy? Hell. Didn't

talk about her much once the Ashley

letters started coming, I guess.

Rudy doesn't notice it's started to snow.

NICK:

Millie here used to serve drinks to

these gunrunning truckers, real big

talkers, talking bout a real score

one day. I was in the Mountain, man,

what the hell, why not let her get

friendly with 'em? Let her tell 'em

an idea she had, 'bout writing guys

in prison. Getting one who could

show 'em a sure thing.

RUDY:

She set them up. All of them.

NICK:

Why not have her pretend to find me?

Pretend to write me and reel me in?

Tell her new trucker-man she'd pose

as some sister of his named Ashley?

RUDY:

And you set me up.

NICK:

Always wanted to rob that casino,

Rudy. Way back when I worked there.

What better way than to get some

guys to rob it for me.

Nick shrugs. Prods Rudy up the ramp. Into the trailer:

NICK:

Paid the Alamo ten bucks to put the

shiv in me. He's a lifer, what does

he care. Paid a hospital guard fifty

to put out the story I was dead.

Once the wound healed up...

(notes cash-sacks)

Got out of the Mountain this morning.

And tonight I'm a rich man.

RUDY:

How'd you know I'd do it.

NICK:

Do what?

RUDY:

Walk outta there and tell her I was

you.

Nick looks back at Ashley.

NICK:

Because every time I read her letters,

Rudy... you listened.

(to Ashley)

Keep your gun on him.

Nick forces Rudy inside, unties the belt from his wrists and

lashes them to the bottom of the steering wheel.

NICK:

Five Santas walked into that Tomahawk,

Rudy. That's what the witnesses'll

say. So we gotta have five Santas

not walk out. Gotta have five...

(working)

This'll burn right away... in the

fire...

Nick gets Rudy's wrists locked to the wheel. He laughs.

NICK:

Hell, you never needed to convince

Ashley you were me. Just the dumb

f***ing truckers. I figured I'd talked

enough about the Tomahawk in the pen

for you to get by --

RUDY:

Talked about the old man's weapons

stash, probably forgot I'd remember

NICK:

Hm. Well. They'd have killed you if

you weren't me, Rudy. We knew you'd

start convincing 'em soon enough.

Nick slams the car door, locking Rudy in.

NICK:

They had the weapons and the

willpower. We just gave them their

inside man.

RUDY:

You gave them me.

NICK:

I gave them me.

(shrugs, smiles)

Said some nice things about me, Rudy.

I appreciate it. But don't worry. I

do love her. And she loves me. You

had that right all along.

Nick reaches across him, releases the brake. Puts the car

into "Drive." Turns to Ashley:

NICK:

Sweetness! Let's light up the tree!

Ashley steps toward the ramp, taking out a matchbook. Nick

steps further into the trailer, to the back of the Nova.

IN THE CAR:

Rudy immediately wriggles his hands, trying to touch his

wrists together. Trying to press together the white cuffs of

his Santa suit. Trying to get the right pressure point --

-- as a BLADE suddenly springs out of the cuff! The

switchblade he'd stolen from the Blazer -- it's lashed to

his right wrist!

Rudy starts sawing his wrist back and forth, cutting through

the Santa belt --

-- his hands at the bottom of the wheel, too low for either

Ashley or Nick to see --

IN THE TRAILER:

Ashley is at the hood of the car, LIGHTING her match. Nick

is at the back bumper, ready to push it down the ramp --

NICK:

Goodbye, Rudy! Nice spending time

with you!

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