Walking Tall Page #3

FRIEND:

Not bad huh?

CHRIS:

Not bad.

RAY:

Isn't it wonderful? All your gambling

needs under one great big roof. You

got your ATM machine, tellers to cash

your paycheck, and when you're here

you don't gotta worry about those lil

things like child support, rent, the

laws of mathematical probability.

WORKER:

Gentlemen, Mr Hamilton would like to

invite you to the VIP lounge.

RAY:

Oh, 'Mister' Hamilton.

INT. VIP LOUNGE

JAY:

Heyyy, the dream team!

CHRIS:

Nice place.

JAY:

Yeah well. Welcome to my world. Look

tonight, all the drinks are on the house.

If you need a line of credit, say how

much. And if you need a lil female companionship...

done. Alright? Have a good time.

CHRIS:

Where you goin?

JAY:

Don't you worry about me, I've got a

few things to do. Enjoy.

RAY:

Just remember, nothin in here's free.

C'mon, this place is nothin but fake

b*obs and real a**holes if ya ask me.

Just water for me.

FRIENDS:

Here's to you Chris.

They all down some drinks. They lead Chris down a corridor.

FRIEND:

Don't say we never did nothin' for ya!

FRIEND 2

Don't worry, everybody's a lil scared

the first time. Get in there, sit back

and enjoy.

Chris' friends have led him to a stripping booth, his friend

inserts the money.

FRIEND 2

If you're not back by morning we'll

send a search party for you.

CHRIS:

Bye! No drinking.

His friends leave, closing the door behind them.

A screen goes up and a striptease begins. The lady is dressed

in the style of a firewoman and has a pole in the center of the

stage. She dances around the pole and removes clothes.

STRIPPER:

So you from here or just visiting.

CHRIS:

Lil of both, I grew up here.

STRIPPER:

So you've seen all the old faces.

CHRIS:

Could say that.

STRIPPER:

Your voice sounds very familiar.

The lights come on.

STRIPPER:

Chris...

CHRIS:

Deni..

The screen goes down again, Chris leaves the booth.

INT. CASINO

FRIEND 1

Look who's back.

FRIEND 2

So, good surprise?

FRIEND 1

Told you it was better than gambling.

You met Candy? (A girl is dancing on

their table)

CHRIS:

Hey Candy. (to the guys) Let's go.

INT. CRAPS TABLE

CROUPIER:

6! Easy 6 for a win!

JIMMY:

(To some girls) We can do a 6.

JIMMY:

(To Chris) We're gettin killed out here.

I need you to put 200 down for the bet.

CHRIS:

No, hell no.

FRIEND 3

Look at them (Nods to girls).

CHRIS:

Ok.

CROUPIER:

Five hundred on 6?

JIMMY:

Yes, I'm in. Boom! Gimme some dice.

Chris notices something odd, he looks concerned.

CROUPIER:

Lookin' for a 6.

CHRIS:

Jimmy. Don't roll. Gimme the dice.

CROUPIER:

Lookin' for a 6. Ohhhhh.

The dice have landed and it's a 7. Jimmy hangs his head.

CHRIS:

(To the croupier) You're good, but I

saw it.

CROUPIER:

Saw what?

CHRIS:

I saw the switch.

CROUPIER:

Hey this is a clean game a**hole.

CHRIS:

Yea?

CROUPIER:

Yea.

CHRIS:

Let's see about that.

Chris puts a load of money on the table.

CHRIS:

Bet you I'll roll a seven.

CROUPIER:

It's not your roll sir. SIR! It's not

your roll. Call security.

Chris has taken the dice.

CHRIS:

Put your bets down on the pass line.

These dice are comin up seven.

JIMMY:

Chris, why don't we just let it go?

CHRIS:

No, we gonna let it ride Jimmy. The

dice are comin up seven.

CROUPIER:

It's not your roll sir.

Chris rolls the dice and sure enough it's a seven.

COMMISSIONER:

No folks, no payout.

CHRIS:

(To croupier) Why don't you just take

care of that bet and we're even.

CROUPIER:

Well I would but it wasn't a legitimate

bet, you're not the shooter. It's not

your (Chris shoves him) ROLL sir.

SECURITY GUY:

Is there a problem?

CHRIS:

Yea, the problem is your dice are loaded.

Does your boss know about this? Just

gimme my money.

The security guy grabs Chris around the neck. Chris elbows him

and throws him onto the table. The croupier takes a fighting

stance. Jimmy taps Chris on the shoulder.

JIMMY:

Come on, let's go! let's go!

More security men appear, one of them knocks Jimmy out. A whole

fight breaks out, Ray gets knocked out. Chris beats off several

security men before taking an electric shock to the neck and

a baton to the face. Chris wakes up on a table under a light.

BAD GUY 1

(Sees the tag around Chris' neck) Special

forces? I'll take that.

Chris grabs him by the neck but they beat him down again.

BAD GUY 2

What are you doin?

BAD GUY 1

(Has a scalpel in his hand) Special

forces... special treatment.

He rips open Chris' shirt.

BAD GUY 2

This guy knows Hamilton!

A struggle ensues and Chris' chest is cut up.

EXT. A BRIDGE

We see Chris is crawling, badly hurt. A truck stops directly

in front of him. Chris passes out again.

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