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As Cris signals for another card, TWO BLACK SUITS appear

behind him.

black suit (o.S.)

Sir, would you come with us,

please.

Cris takes in their grim faces. Turns to see two more pairs

of goons stationed nearby.

SNAPBACK to:

Thirty seconds ago

The COCKTAIL WAITRESS approaches to take Cris’ order.

WAITRESS:

What’s your pleasure?

This time, Cris hurriedly scoops all his chips into his coat

pocket, jostling the Waitress as he stands.

CRIS:

Scuse me, sorry.

Hustling away, he glances back just as the first TWO BLACK

SUITS reach his stool, but this time it’s empty. They look

around. One of them whispers into his mike. The three pairs

of goons get instructions and split up.

9.

Tracking shot / eye level

Cris strides crisply through the casino. Sees another PAIR OF

BLACK SUITS, scanning for him. He ducks into the maze of

slots. Zigs and zags from aisle to aisle, seemingly at

random. A moment after each turn, a Black Suit appears ahead,

behind, or to the side - where they would have spotted Cris.

Tracking shot / high angle

A clearer perspective as TWO BLACK SUITS approach Cris’ aisle

from different directions. Cris has no way to see them or

know they’re coming, but at the last moment, he MOVES in

between two aisles where neither guard will see him as they

pass.

surveillance room

Davis and Hawkeye wince as the Black Suits keep missing their

quarry.

davis

What’s wrong with you guys?

hawkeye

He’s right next to you! Aisle 63!

Ferris watches the chase, fascinated.

Phalanxes of slot machines

Black Suits converge from various directions, in that fake-

calm fast-walk.

Cris studies the gamblers playing the machines nearby, then

heads to a particular spot - where he is sure to be spotted -

except that a TEXAS-SIZED MAN repositions himself, blocking

the Black Suit’s view.

The Black Suit moves on. Cris shifts to another spot just as

a different Black Suit arrives at the other end of the aisle.

This time, THREE FRAT BOYS change machines and obscure Cris

from his gaze.

surveillance room

Davis is throwing a fit.

Davis

There! There! He’s right there in

front of you! Walk toward each

other!

10.

Cris slips away in the shadow of the Frat Boys.

hawkeye

Maybe he’s on our frequency.

DAVIS:

I don’t see an earphone on him.

hawkeye

He’s heading to the Convention

Annex.

FERRIS:

(stands)

Give me a headset. I’m going down

there.

Convention annex

Arriving at the foyer, Cris sees Five Meeting Rooms. He

squints then decisively enters one of them.

FOUR BLACK SUITS arrive an instant later. Without wasting a

beat, each of them goes through a different door. All except

the one Cris went through.

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