Walking Tall Page #7

Chris, why don't we just let it go?

CHRIS:

No, we gonna let it ride Jimmy. The

dice are comin up seven.

CROUPIER:

It's not your roll sir.

Chris rolls the dice and sure enough it's a seven.

COMMISSIONER:

No folks, no payout.

CHRIS:

(To croupier) Why don't you just take

care of that bet and we're even.

CROUPIER:

Well I would but it wasn't a legitimate

bet, you're not the shooter. It's not

your (Chris shoves him) ROLL sir.

SECURITY GUY:

Is there a problem?

CHRIS:

Yea, the problem is your dice are loaded.

Does your boss know about this? Just

gimme my money.

The security guy grabs Chris around the neck. Chris elbows him

and throws him onto the table. The croupier takes a fighting

stance. Jimmy taps Chris on the shoulder.

JIMMY:

Come on, let's go! let's go!

More security men appear, one of them knocks Jimmy out. A whole

fight breaks out, Ray gets knocked out. Chris beats off several

security men before taking an electric shock to the neck and

a baton to the face. Chris wakes up on a table under a light.

BAD GUY 1

(Sees the tag around Chris' neck) Special

forces? I'll take that.

Chris grabs him by the neck but they beat him down again.

BAD GUY 2

What are you doin?

BAD GUY 1

(Has a scalpel in his hand) Special

forces... special treatment.

He rips open Chris' shirt.

BAD GUY 2

This guy knows Hamilton!

A struggle ensues and Chris' chest is cut up.

EXT. A BRIDGE

We see Chris is crawling, badly hurt. A truck stops directly

in front of him. Chris passes out again.

INT. HOSPITAL

DOCHRIS:

(To Chris' family) Folks, he's pretty

banged up, inside and out. Whoever did

this left him for dead. A lesser man

wouldn't have survived.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

I'm gonna need a statement from him

Doctor.

DOCHRIS:

He's in no condition to give you one.

SHERIFF WATKINS:

I'll also need a copy of your write-up

along with toxicoloy, blood alcohol

level and so on.

MICHELLE:

What are you talkin about Stan?

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