Walking Tall Page #6

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:

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