Smokin' Aces Page #4

DUPREE:

But magic man was also a degenerate

gambler and got caught dealing bottom-

deck at a mob-owned poker parlor.

(beat)

He didn't get outta there with much

more than a pulse.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL -- DAY (PAST)

The Magician, full body cast, taking his meals through a

straw. Young Israel labors over him, performing card tricks.

CUT BACK TO SCENE:

DUPREE:

Point is, he passed on all this slight

of hand sh*t onto Aces and the kid

is sick with it... By the age of

twelve Buddy Israel is positively

prodigal with a deck of cards. By

sixteen, he's headlining the MGM's

main room.

CUT TO SCENE:

Buddy, cards and coins dancing off his fingertips, dazzling

sold-out crowds. Laverne Israel sits in the front row, decked

out in ankle-length fur, applauding wildly.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. POOL HALL -- NIGHT (PRESENT)

Dupree rounds the table, lines up a shot, leans over it.

DUPREE:

This punk is pulling down ten bills

a night and more showgirl geech than

you can shake a stick at. Four years

of sold-out shows, he becomes the

unofficial mob mascot

CUT TO SCENE:

Buddy meets mob hierarchy; silk suits and pinkie rings.

DUPREE:

By the tender age of twenty-one he's

breaking bread with the wheels,

keeping company with major muscle.

And it goes to his head in a big way

CUT TO SCENE:

Buddy, poolside, glass of top dollar Dom in hand. Chicks,

Coopertone and chasm-deep cleavage abound.

DUPREE:

...Wiseguys start to think this

sonofabitch is a mystic, something

special... and Aces plays it up,

lets the legend grow, takes time off

from his stage act and starts

showcasing the chip on his shoulder.

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