Reindeer Games Page #5

Above, Rudy peruses the page Nick gave him. Some lipstick

marks pressed to the paper. He passes it back, closes his

eyes.

RUDY:

All I want... is to make it to Sidnaw,

and sit down for Christmas dinner.

Watch some ball with my old man,

sleep in my old bed, and have

leftovers for bout six months.

NICK:

Thought you hated Sidnaw.

RUDY:

Just taste that Christmas turkey.

NICK:

Thought you hate your old man.

RUDY:

Five years, Nicky. Five years.

(shrugs)

I just want to go home.

There's the echo of CRASHING metal gates. Prisoners YELLING.

Nick smiles, still staring at his girl.

NICK:

Well, man. Me and Ashley. We'll be

thinking about you.

INT. MAIN PRISON FLOOR - DAY

GUARDS monitor PRISONERS as they file out of their cells for

the afternoon meal. Rudy and Nick are motioned out by a MEAN

GUARD, his bitter world etched in his face. They join the

line.

RUDY:

Sh*t. Alamo's back.

Across Broadway, a parallel line is forming. A tall, tattooed

Native American, THE ALAMO, steps out of his cell. His hands

are the size of a man's skull.

NICK:

Don't look like he missed the

sunlight.

RUDY:

Pinscher told me Alamo thinks I'm

the one ratted on him beating up

Cree. Since I was there, I saw it,

he thinks I got him sent to solitary.

NICK:

Aw, Rudy.

At that moment, Alamo glances over. Finds Rudy's eyes. Rudy

swiftly looks away --

RUDY:

Count me outta mealtime --

He slaps Nick an the back, heads back for their cell --

MEAN GUARD:

GET BACK IN LINE!

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