REINDEER GAMES

INT. TOMAHAWK - ON BLACKJACK

Rudy bolts up suddenly, sends chips and his chair to the carpet.
Points sternly at the Old Timer, slurring:

                        RUDY
           Switch seats with me.

                        OLD TIMER
           What? No...

                        RUDY
           You're taking my money. Switch
           seats with me. Switch seats with
           me if you're not taking my money--

                        OLD TIMER
           I'm ninety-two years old--

                        RUDY
           Then get yourself another table!
           You're hitting Santa's cards and
           you're taking Santa's money!

                        OLD TIMER
           There is no other table--

                        RUDY
           THEY'LL OPEN ONE!

Rudy grabs the blackjack table and wrenches with all his might,
OVERTURNING IT, cards, chips, cash scattering--

AND EVERYTHING HAPPENS AT ONCE

Two SECURITY GUARDS at the door (?) rush for Rudy--

Gabriel steps from the restroom, hall, moves toward the keypad
door to the security level--

Jumpy carries his bucket of quarters past the cage--

Rudy tackles the Old Timer, fists and false teeth flying, as the
Guards arrive, trying to wrench him off the poor guy--

                        RUDY
                 (hard whisper)
           Stay down, pop! Trust me, stay down!

As Gabriel stops just beyond the keypad door--

IN THE SECURITY LEVEL

The Security Boss grabs more men, while Jack Bangs merely smiles
at the sight. Guards wrestling a drunken Santa:

                        SECURITY BOSS
           Help them down there! HELP them!

IN THE CASINO

Three guards CHARGE out of the keypad door--

--right past Gabriel, who slips deftly inside--

AND UP THE PRIVATE STAIRCASE

--opening his coat, pulling his assault rifle--

                        GABRIEL
           Right at the top of the stairs,
           right at the top of the stairs ...

--charging to the top, starting right and running SMACK into a wall.
He spins, sees the doorway's on his left-

TO A PRIVATE HALLWAY

with three doors. Gabriel stops at the first, grips his gun--

                        GABRIEL
           Video room, video room-

--and swings open a closet bathroom. He frowns, confused. Jumps to
the second door--

                        GABRIEL
           Map said video room--

--and swings open a storage closet. Gabriel grumbles, leaps to
the third door and flings it open,

                        GABRIEL
           Map said goddamn video room!

TO REVEAL THE MAIN SECURITY AREA

--with two Guards sitting at their posts, and Jack Bangs, the
Security Boss and the Video Guard in the doorway to the video
room. Which is on the far opposite side of the space.

As they turn to see the furious Santa Claus with the AK-47--

                        GABRIEL
           WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??!!!

--as he SPRAYS the ceiling with GUNFIRE.

INT. CASINO FLOOR

Where the RIFLE sounds, just as Jumpy grips his bucket of quarters
at the cashier's cage and wheels--

--throwing a fragmentation grenade's worth of quarters at the two
Cashiers! Bits Of metal flying between the bars. They SCREAM,
stepping backwards in defense--

--and Jumpy whips a sawed-off shotgun from his coat--

                        JUMPY
           Step BACK from the desks!

AT THE BLACKJACK

The five guards wrestling Rudy spin and scramble, pulling pistols
from shoulder holsters as--

MERLIN

CHARGES through the casino entrance, shotgun held--

                        MERLIN
           DROP 'EM! DROP, DROP, DROP!!!

                        RUDY
                 (from the floor)
           DROP THE GUNS! NOW!

But the guards don't. Whirling on Merlin--

--who OPENS FIRE, BLASTING two of the guards off their feet. Rudy
stays on the ground, covering his head, holding the petrified Old
Timer down--

--as the other three guards FIRE back, forcing Merlin to race
behind the slots. BULLETS rip into slot machines-

--as GUNSHOTS ring out from the casino restaruant. Two of the
Guards spin to look behind them as--

--PUG storms in, contorted glee, twin pistols BLAZING, popping a
steel flurry into an outgunned Guard.

Merlin spins from hiding behind the slots. He and Pug both OPEN -
FIRE, blowing away the two remaining men from both sides.

One of the guards falls in front of Rudy, gun in hand--

--but as Rudy-reaches for the guy's pistol--

                        MERLIN
           Hold it right there, Nick.
           Your squirt gun's all you need.

Merlin steps to him, gun aimed. He and Pug collect the Guards,
weapons.

                        MERLIN
           Cover 'em.

Rudy gets to his feet, pulls the water pistol from his pocket.
Moves to round up the Old Timer, the waitress, the Poker Players and the
Fat Slots Women.

                        RUDY
           Sorry, guys. But what the hell were
           you doing here an Christmas Eve
           anyway.

INT. SECURITY LEVEL

The two Guards lie on the floor, with Security Boss and Video
Guard. And the ruined Jack Bangs.

                        JACK BANGS
           No...not here ... please ... mister...

Gabriel storms to the video room's doorway. Slams a new clip.

                        JACK BANGS
           Mister. I'm begging, 'kay? I'm
           begging. This is not some card club,
           'kay? This is the Tomahawk. We're an
           international gaming destination.
           We're in guidebooks. You can't
           do this ... you can't do this to me...

                        GABRIEL
           Show's over.

He OPENS FIRE, BLOWING AWAY the wall of monitors and VCR's
recording the robbery. SPARKS and METAL fly.

EXT. PARKING LOT

Ashley waits in the Nova, checking her watch. Behind her a
RED WRANGLER rolls in and parks. A FIRE CHIEF and his
DEPUTY, just off-duty, stroll toward the casino, laughing.

Ashley sinks low, panicked. Presses her HORN. The firemen spin
around but don't see her. They shrug. Keep walking.

INT . TOMAHAWK

Rudy forces the gamblers and employees behind the bar. Onto the
floor with Bear the Bartender, whispering hard:

                        RUDY
           Get down and stay down, and you're
           gonna be fine. Just don't do
           anything. My friends are disturbed--

The hostages do as told. Rudy breathes relief, squirt gun in hand.
And then stares at the array of bottles around him.

IN THE CASHIER'S CAGE

Merlin and Pug force the cashiers to the floor:

                        PUG
           What's the security code to the
           Count Room?

                        CASHIER #1
           Security code? What security code?
           You just use a key!

                        PUG
           NICK SAID SECURITY CODE!

                        CASHIER #1
           Who's Nick?!

Pug bangs the guy's head off the floor, stalks to the Count Room
door. Just a key lock. Pug BLOWS it away with his guns, kicks the
door open-

--and gets SHOT TO HELL by three COUNT MEN inside, pistols
blazing! Pug puppets, dead. A wad of chaw hits the ceiling.
Stunned Merlin FIRES BACK.

EXT. PARKING LOT

--as the Firemen hear the GUNFIRE, pulling holstered pistols--

INT. TOMAHAWK

--while Merlin dives out of the cage, joining Jumpy, taking cover
as the Count Men FIRE AWAY--

--as Rudy scrambles back from the bar--

                        MERLIN
           You said no GUNS in there! NO GUNS!

Merlin and Jumpy leap up, GUNS BLAZING, firing through the cage
bars at the Count Men. Killing all three just as--

THE OFF-DUTY FIREMEN

storm through the doors, pistols ready--

                        FIREMEN
           DROP IT! DROP THE GUNS!

Merlin and Jumpy are caught. Trade a look. And let their weapons
fall, turning just as--

THE CHEVY NOVA

CRASHES through the casino doors, MOWING DOWN the firemen!

The car SLAMS inside, crashing into slot machines. The slots send
SPARKS showering into the air. Which set off the casino floor's
SPRINKLERS. The room fills with watery spray.

Ashley swiftly climbs out of the mangled vehicle. Rudy stares
darkly at her. She knows he knows. And she doesn't care.

                        ASHLEY
                 (wild-eyed)
           WHERE'S THE FUCKING CASH, NICK!

                        RUDY
           Yeah. That's love.

She storms on by. The slots pay off behind her.

INT. COUNT ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Jumpy, Merlin, Ashley and Rudy step inside the Count Room. There
are stacks and stacks of bills.

Ashley smiles wide, throws Jumpy three laundry sacks.

                        ASHLEY
           MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!

Merlin, meanwhile, slams Rudy against the wall:

                        MERLIN
           You knew there were guns in here!

                        RUDY
           Merlin, I didn't know--

                        MERLIN
           You got Pug killed! You tried to
           get ME killed! You just lost your
           Get-Outta-Jail-Free--

                        RUDY
           I promise you, I didn't know!

As Merlin puts a gun to Rudyls head--

                        GABRIEL (o.s.)
                 (over casino speakers)
           Santa Claus, Santa Claus, and Santa
           Claus...would you please bring our...
           mapmaker ... to the security level?

Merlin stares daggers at Rudy. Shoves the gun away.

INT . JACK BANGS, OFFICE - NIGHT

Gabriel stands at the windows overlooking the watery carnage. The
taped jingle of slots still plays.

Poor Jack Bangs lies on his desk, beaten to a pulp. Blood runs
down his face and shark suit. Tears and shock:

                        JACK BANGS
           I can't go back to Vegas...I
           can't...go back...

                        JUMPY (o.s.)
           What the hell is with this place?
           Thought the video room was back there--

Merlin and Jumpy lead Rudy in. Ashley follows. They carry bulging
money sacks. Gabriel stares Rudy down.

                        GABRIEL
           I told you not to fuck us with
           that map, Nick. I told you not
           to, and you did. How am I s'posed
           to keep my promises now?
                 (Ashley joins him)
           How's she s'posed to keep hers?

He kisses her hard. Sloppy. Grins.

Then points to Jack Bangs:

                        GABRIEL
           He won't tell us where it is.
           The Powwow Safe.

                        JACK BANGS
           I don't know ... what you're...

Gabriel hamers him with the butt of his rifle. CRACK.

                        GABRIEL
           THE POWWOW SAFE! WHERE IS THE
           POWWOW SAFE!

                        JACK BANGS
           What ... Powwow...

                        GABRIEL
           The Powwow Safe where you steal
           your money! Where you cheat your
           Indians!

                        JACK BANGS
           I don't steal any--

Gabriel CRACKS him again. And again. Rudy winces. Gabriel grabs
Rudy, pulls him over.

                        GABRIEL
           We KNOW about the Powwow Safe!
           We KNOW it's in here! We KNOW
           how you work! Because WE know
           who's worked for you!
                 (smiles)
           Remember a guy named Nick Mason!?
           A security guard named Nick Mason!?

Gabriel pushes Rudy's head toward the desk. Jack Bangs, drooling
blood, eyes swollen, turns his face to see.

                        JACK BANGS
           Nick ... Mason ... ?

Jack Bangs stares at Rudy. Rudy stares back.

                        JACK BANGS
           ... so where is he?

                        GABRIEL
                 (laughs, mocking)
           Where is he?! Where is he?!