Croupier Page #4

JACK SR pulls out a cigarette - a Gitanes.

JACK:

That's not what I want to do, dad.

JACK stubs his cigarette out.

JACK SR.

(lighting his

cigarette)

Don't be stubborn. The pay won't

be grand, but it's regular. That's

what you need, isn't it? I know

you don't like taking my advice...

JACK:

(drinks)

It's not that.

JACK SR.

I've set this up for you. Call the

Golden Lion and ask for Mr Reynolds,

he's the Manager. I don't know him

personally, but I've spoken to his

boss. Don't say no, Jacko. Give

yourself a break.

JACK reaches for a cigarette.

JACK:

All right, I'll think about it.

I won't. Goodbye, dad.

JACK SR.

Just do it. You've got the knack,

you've got the personality, you

got that from me.

JACK lights up.

JACK SR.

You understand the punters. Think

about it, you can write during the

day and sleep knowing the bills

are paid.

As he speaks, he watches passing WOMEN.

JACK SR.

For Christ's sake, Jacko, don't

look a gift horse in the mouth.

Have you written that name down?

Reynolds, at the Golden Lion.

(exhales)

JACK:

(exhales)

All right, dad. Yes, I'll call

him.

JACK is not enthusiastic, but he scribbles the name down

on a pad.

JACK:

So how are you doing, dad?

JACK SR.

Great. I've just started a new

company. Solid financing. It's

good.

(pause)

I love you Jacko, you know that

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