Reindeer Games Page #7

RUDY:

Tell me something. This the first

time you've ever done this?

ASHLEY:

Go to hell, Nick Mason, what's that

supposed to mean --

RUDY:

No, not that, no...

(laughs, kisses her)

I mean this, the whole thing. Start

writing to a guy, guy in the bricks.

Get a boyfriend like this. Tell me

the truth.

ASHLEY:

Well. You're not the first guy I

wrote to. But you're the only one I

kept writing to.

RUDY:

Yeah. Me too.

(considers)

Why? I mean I know why for me, why I

paid for the ad. But you... why start

writing to some guy -- some con --

you don't even know?

Ashley studies his face, smiles in reflection.

ASHLEY:

I told you, Nick. Remember?

RUDY:

Tell me again.

ASHLEY:

All the guys I've ever been with...

they never want to know me. Who I am

on the inside. They just want to qet

inside. When they do, they think

that means they know who I am. That

I trust them. That they know me.

That there's nothing left to learn.

(beat)

A guy like you, Nick -- six months

before you can even touch my face. I

figure a guy in that kind of bind,

he's gonna hafta work to get to know

me some other way.

RUDY:

Had some bad relationships, didn't

you.

ASHLEY:

Not bad. Just regular.

(smiles)

You wrote me wonderful things, Nick.

Personal things.

She turns to him, kisses his chest --

RUDY:

Well, wasn't all me, y'know.

ASHLEY:

Yes it was all you --

RUDY:

Guy I was in with... he helped

sometimes... some of the romantic

stuff, actually... you'd like him --

ASHLEY:

I'm talking about the heart, Nick.

I'm not talking about the words.

RUDY:

Y'know, some of the heart mighta

been his too...

ASHLEY:

Then he shoulda signed his name.

She turns over playfully, eases herself back atop him. Ready

to make up for lost time. With a kiss:

ASHLEY:

And he'd be here right now.

INT. SHOPPING MALL - DAY

Ashley runs through an Xmas-decorated megamall, dragging

Rudy behind her. Both of them laughing, as she hauls him

over to some cookie bakery company:

RUDY:

Where the hell are you going?

ASHLEY:

Provisions! We are not leaving that

motel room again till after New

Year's:
we need ten days worth of

provisions!

(to cookie matron)

What's good?!

COOKIE MATRON:

Oh my, we've got a special on our

chocolate crunchie elves, they're

shaped like little helpers --

ASHLEY:

THIS MAN... has not had a cookie in

two goddamn years! Get him two of

everything!

RUDY:

Ashley, Jesus --

ASHLEY:

Can't survive on our bodies alone,

Nick.

(to cookie matron)

Hurry up!

RUDY:

Ash... didn't you write me that you

don't eat chocolate?

ASHLEY:

Yeah, well you wrote me you were six-

foot-four, baby.

(teasing smile)

So don't talk to me about little

white lies.

INT. J.C. PENNEY'S DEPARTMENT STORE - DAY

Teddy bears with nightcaps, green bows, red ribbons. Ashley's

tearing through men's clothing racks, all love and confidence.

Rudy's got a bunch of purchase bags weighing him down:

ASHLEY:

You need a COAT!

RUDY:

Ash, you've gotten me enough --

ASHLEY:

No boyfriend of mine is going to

walk around in negative-five degree

wind chill without a goddamn good-

looking coat!

She pulls out a hellacious black leather fringe number.

RUDY:

Baby, c'mon, all this stuff... I

haven't gotten you anything --

ASHLEY:

You got out, Nick. You're here.

You're my Christmas.

She puts the jacket against his chest, smiling. Rudy sighs.

RUDY:

It's two hundred dollars, Ash --

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