Reindeer Games Page #4

RUDY:

The hell you doing, Zookerman?

Gloppy gelatin drips from his hand, as the frail man lifts a

large black cockroach out. Zook's shaking.

NICK:

Just a roach, Zook.

RUDY:

Good for you. Protein.

ZOOK:

Monsters in the gelatin...

NICK:

It's a roach, guy --

ZOOK:

There are monsters...

(voice rising)

...in the gelatin...

NICK:

Oh, man --

Zook stands up, holding jello aloft:

ZOOK:

THERE ARE MONSTERS IN THE GELATIN!

NICK:

(shakes his head)

F***in, Zookerman --

ZOOK:

THERE ARE MONSTERS! IN THE GELATIN!

THERE ARE MONSTERS! IN THE GELATIN!

A GRUMBLING MURMUR sweeps through the cafeteria as inmates

sift through their jello, searching for --

DISTANT INMATE:

Sonofabitch!

He pulls something bug-like out of his dessert, holds it

aloft, and then HURLS it at the cafeteria line. A STAFFER

ducks away. The inmates LAUGH and suddenly they're all on

their feet --

ZOOK:

THERE ARE MONSTERS! IN THE GELATIN!

-- grabbing handfuls of jello and throwing it at the cafeteria

line. Inmates get errantly SPLASHED, and respond by wheeling

on their fellow inmates -- red and green globs flying to and

fro!

GUARDS:

SIT DOWN! SIT THE F*** BACK DOWN!

As GUARDS immediately rush in to restore order --

NICK:

Rudy, don't move --

RUDY:

Two days, we got two days! Don't do

nothing. Don't touch nothing --

An INMATE at the end of their table picks up their table and

overturns it, sending food flying. Rudy and Nick stand back,

hands raised in surrender. Jello HITS Rudy in the face.

NICK:

Don't move, Rudy!

RUDY:

Standing right here, man!

Zook is still SHOUTING until a GUARD clubs him senseless

with a blackjack. WHISTLES are blowing. Guards SCREAM for

order.

NICK:

(as a GUARD eyes them)

Ate the jello, jello was fine!

The guard leaves them alone, runs on. The melee's still out

of control. As Rudy turns --

-- and suddenly sees The Alamo charging across the room,

with murderous eyes, a metal shank in his hand! Five feet

away!

NICK:

RUDY, LOOK OUT!

Nick grabs him, trying to push him out of the way --

-- and The Alamo's shank plunges deep into Nick's stomach

burying between his ribs. Blood splashes. Nick slumps.

RUDY:

NICK!

The Alamo pulls the blade out with a ferocious YELL, pushes

Nick to the floor and spins on Rudy! Rudy blocks with a chair,

stumbling back, cartwheeling over a table as The Alamo roars

over him for the kill --

-- and two GUARDS tackle the big Indian out of nowhere!

Knocking the knife away, hammering him with blackjacks. It

takes another three guards to keep The Alamo down.

Rudy scrambles across the floor. Nick's on his back, blood

pumping freely from his gut --

RUDY:

GUARD! GUARD!

NICK:

(in shock)

Alamo...

RUDY:

GUARD!!!

No one's helping, the guards nearby all subduing The Alamo.

Nick grabs Rudy's shirt, gasping to speak --

NICK:

Jesus, Rudy --

RUDY:

Take it, man! You're all right!

Hold it in! GUARD!

NICK:

Oh, f***, Rudy... oh Jesus...

RUDY:

GUARD!!!

NICK:

Ash... Ashley...

RUDY:

No, man! No, no, no!

NICK:

(choking)

Tell her... I'll be there ...

RUDY:

You're GONNA be there! We're getting

outta here! TAKE IT!

NICK:

Tell Ashley... I...

RUDY:

YOU TELL HER!

NICK:

...be with her...

Blood spills out Nick's mouth. His eyes go vacant.

RUDY:

NO!!!

NICK:

...for Christmas...

RUDY:

NICK!!!

And Rudy's suddenly hauled backwards. A trio of GUARDS

descend, grabbing Nick's body as his life fades away. Dragging

his figure out of the melee. WHISTLES are blowing.

GUARDS:

GET HIM OUT OF HERE! LOCK DOWN!

RUDY:

NICK!!!

Rudy struggles, enraged, and gets blackjacked across the

skull for his trouble. He hits the jello-covered floor.

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