英文片名: Reindeer Games

中文片名: 驯鹿游戏

上映: 2000

FADE IN:

A FIGURE IN A SANTA CLAUS SUIT

lies face-down in a nighttime expanse of snow. One of the body's
red-sleeved arms is twisted at a sickening angle. The white snow
beneath the figure is spreading with red.

REVEAL EXT. SNOWY ROAD - NIGHT

The figure in the suit lies motionless. Snowflakes drift.

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Dark, rustic wood, an office with broken windows and whistling
winter beyond. A second BODY in a Santa Claus suit lies dead in
the doorway.

It's a man with a large build. The suit is riddled with holes. His
face is missing.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

More snow falling. A handful of cars in the lot. A third BODY
in the same red-and-white outfit lies atop the hood of an old
Pontiac. His head is not visible, having smashed through the
windshield. His suit is charred and blackened.

A halo of broken glass outlines him. His black boots hang off the
front bumper. The parking lot is silent.

INT. ROOM - NIGHT

A floor scattered with shiny silver quarters. Reflections of neon.
There's a fourth SANTA here, face-down in a red pool. The suit is
far too big for him. Not that it matters now.

EXT. SNOW-FILLED RAVINE - NIGHT

where the fifth and final Santa lies at the edge of a ravine,
which plummets a hundred feet down. The man rests precariously
atop the slope, upside-down, eyes closed.

His burned suit is smoldering. He has a sly but tired face, late-
20's, sandy hair, cold and scarred. This is RUDY DUNCAN.

He opens his eyes.

                        RUDY (v.o.)
           I never was much for the holidays.

                                                       CUT TO BLACK.


THE SOUND OF A WINTER WIND

rises, as a TITLE appears: 'SEVEN DAYS BEFORE...'

And then, to complete the sentence: '... XMAS.'


FADE IN:

EXT. IRON MOUNTAIN STATE PRISON - DAY

Snow drifts down onto the stone walls and wire fences of the Iron
Mountain, Michigan S.I.C. Winter's been here awhile.

INT. PRISON CELL - DAY

Rudy Duncan lies in his top bunk, staring at his ceiling -- where a
handful of paper-cut snowflakes have been pasted.

The sounds of YELLING INMATES and GATES slamming shut echo through
the fortress. Rudy watches a spider scurry across the paper snow.
It's his excitement for the day.

He turns to the wall, where there's a photo of his teenage self
with some co-workers at an auto body shop. And a family photo,
cheery Midwesterners, with Rudy a scowling Artful Dodger.

A WALL CALENDAR

Shows the dates have been crossed off up to December 18th.
December 22nd is circled again and again.

Rudy muses at the calendar, then hops out of his bunk. Drops to
the floor, crosses to a desk, finds a chewed-on pen. Turning back
to the beds we reveal--

THE LOWER BUNK

where Rudy's cellmate, NICK MASON (32), rugged, mustached and
well-built, sleeps soundly. In contrast, his bed-wall is a COLLAGE OF
PHOTOGRAPHS, twenty, maybe thirty of them. Almost a mural.

All of them photos of A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRL, mid-twenties,
smiling out from beaches, parties and snowy scenes. Gorgeous brown
hair, heartbreaking smile. Effortlessly sexy.

RUDY

stares at the pictures for a moment, wistful. Nick snores, turns
over. Rudy climbs atop his bunk again, with the pen this time. And
crosses December 18th off the calendar.

                                                           CUT TO:


EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY

The two of them, Nick and Rudy, shivering by the fence. Nick -
absently whistles some 'Silver Bells,' then digs for a smoke.

                        NICK
           What's the first thing, man? What's
           the first thing you're gonna do?

                        RUDY
           Haven't thought about it.

                        NICK
           Hell you haven't.

                        RUDY
           Get to thinking about it, it
           won't happen.

                        NICK
           We walk outta here, we hit that
           road, what's the first thing you're
           gonna do.

                        RUDY
           Ain't there yet.

                        NICK
           Three days, man.

                        RUDY
           Not yet.

                        NICK
           Fuckin' Christmas, man. Fuckin,
           Christmas on the outs.

Dozens of uniformed INMATES wander the yard, stamping feet, hands
tucked away, breath frosting. Nick tries to light his cig, but the
wind plays havoc. Nick curses, tosses it.

                        RUDY
           Hot chocolate.

                        NICK
           What?

                        RUDY
           Get a hot mug of chocolate.
                 (nods)
           First thing I'm gonna do.

                        NICK
                 (smiles)
           And a slice of pecan pie, right?

                        RUDY
           And some pecan pie.

Nick laughs, stares through the fence at the gates of the prison's
entrance road. Longingly.

                        NICK
           She's gonna be out there, man.
           Right there. Right there waiting.

                        RUDY
           Yeah.

                        NICK
           Gonna walk out of this
           shitstorm and right into her
           arms.

                        RUDY
           Yeah.

                        NICK
           Got us a motel out Highway 5,
           bringing her own damn sheets, you
           read that part? Silk damn sheets.
           Lock ourselves in the whole week,
           drinking wine, taking baths, man,
           see if they got those room service
           steaks ... anything I want to do.
           Remember when she wrote that?
           Anything I want ...

                        RUDY
           Yeah. Fuckin' Christmas.

Nick grins. They stand there, shivering. It's freezing, but the
time they get outside is too precious to give up.

                        RUDY
           All those pictures she's sent...
           y'know ... you sure they're all
           of her, Nick? You hear sometimes
           they don't send their real
           pictures. Could be her cousin or
           something.

Nick studies him.

                        NICK
           Why you gotta say a thing like that.

                        RUDY
           I'm just saying.

                        NICK
           Why you gotta. We were gonna give
           you a ride someplace, man. Now I
           just don't know.

                        RUDY
           I'm just talking.

                        NICK
           Fuck your hot chocolate, Rudy.

They trail off in silence. Nick looks out at the prison road
again. A snowy wasteland.

                        NICK
           I'm gonna marry this girl.

INT. PRISON CELL - DAY

Rudy lies in his bunk, staring at the same paper snowflakes.

                        NICK (o.s.)
           Hey, hey, listen here. 'I've made
           my list and I've checked it twice,
           and as long as you're naughty, it's
           gonna be nice. These cold winter
           weeks have been killing me, Nick,
           as I lie here alone. It's not
           enough to have your warmth in my
           heart anymore; I need your warmth
           next to me. Work at Penney's has
           been busy because it's Christmas
           and that's when we do almost half
           of our business for the whole year--',
           okay, whatever, whatever--
                 (skipping on)
           '--my manager's still mad at me for
           asking for the whole week off,' whatever,
           whatever-(smiles) Here we go. 'And all
           that gets me through the day is to
           close my eyes and imagine holding you,
           and kissing you, and touching you,
           and tasting you everywhere because I
           know at that moment, I'll feel I've
           found the reason for my whole entire
           life.'

Rudy still stares at the stone ceiling.

                        RUDY
           For twenty-five, she sounds pretty mature.

                        NICK
           Yeah. You grow up in Detroit, you get
           matured real quick.

Nick's doing pushups on the floor below, smoking a cig, reading
sheets of pink stationery. With a new photo: of the same GIRL, in
a bikini by a lake. Vamping a childish pose.

                        NICK
           Sure as hell don't make me miss Millie
           Bobek. Guess I owe Millie, though. If
           I hadn't been rollin, her, I woulda
           never ended up here. And I woulda
           never met Ashley.
                 (studies photo)
           That's the world for ya.

Nick climbs off the floor, paces back to the bunks, marvelling at
the latest letter.

                        RUDY
           What if she sees you, man, sees what
           you look like ... and it's not there.
           You just don't do it for her.

                        NICK
           Me and her got a connection.
                 (hands page to him)
           Read this part. Read the part
           about stuffing her stocking.

Nick drops the page on his stomach. Rudy sighs, picks it up,
brings it to his nose.

                        RUDY
           She's using a new perfume.

                        NICK
           No, I think that's just oranges.
           She writes here she's eating
           oranges.

                        RUDY
           Oh.

                        NICK
           Shoulda written to that magazine,
           Rudy. I'm gonna walk outta here,
           walk right into a relationship. Not
           some one-nighter, man ... a
           relationship. You? You're gonna walk
           outta here with bus fare. Searching
           for the drunkest skirt in the room.

                        RUDY
           Mornin', gorgeous. More egg nog?

                        NICK
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Nick drops'back to his bunk, pasting the new lakeside photo among
his collage of pictures. Admiring his pen pal:

                        NICK
           Shoulda got yourself a girl.

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
           Shit. 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!

                        RUDY
           I'm not hungry, I'm gonna--

                        MEAN GUARD
           SHOULDA STAYED IN YOUR HOLE!
           GET BACK IN FUCKING LINE!

The mean guard pulls his blackjack. Another guard's ready behind
him. They want Rudy to give them trouble.

Rudy stops. Slides back into the line of prisoners. Looks across
Broadway. The Alamo's walked on up ahead. Rudy swallows, heads
toward the mess hall.

INT. MESS HALL - DAY

A GLOOPY SPOON of CHUNKY RED AND GREEN JELLO gets splooshed on
Rudy's plate. Same with Nick. It's the cafeteria line.

                        NICK
           What the fuck is this?

                        UGLY STAFFER
           Holiday jello.

                        NICK
           What's this shit in it?

                        UGLY STAFFER
           Swallow and see.

The ugly staffer grins from under his plastic hairnet. Nick looks
to Rudy, then turns back to the help:

                        NICK
           Just so you know, this man and
           I are outta here in two days. So
           while we're inhaling London broil
           and lobster bisque, you're gonna
           still be standing here smelling up the
           mystery creamfuck.
                 (nods)
           Who's in prison now?

The ugly staffer curls his lip. Nick smiles. Rudy moves on,
taking his tray off the rail and turning--

--right into the chest of The Alamo. He looks up--

--into the most scarred and vengeful face a man could ever dread
to see. The Alamo's a lifer. Many times over.

                        THE ALAMO
           When you don't expect it.

                        RUDY
           It wasn't me, Alamo--

                        THE ALAMO
           That's when.

The Alamo strides into the cafeteria line. Rudy finally takes a
breath, as if he's dodged death. Nick's at his shoulder. They
share a grave and worried look. Trying to help:

                        NICK
           Two days.

INT. MESS HALL - TABLES - DAY

Rudy and Nick sit at a cafeteria table. Beside Rudy is a frail,
nervous, fiftyish inmate, ZOOK. Zook sits alone, talks to no one,
always has the shakes.

                        NICK
           So maybe after our week beneath the
           sheets, we'll head down to Motor
           City for New Year's. She says her
           roomnate's skipping town for a few
           days, have the place to ourselves.
           Remember how her brother's a truck
           driver down there? I'm thinking
           he might be able to help get me some
           work.

                        RUDY
           What, working security?

                        NICK
           No, I'm through with that shit.
           Ashley's right. Gotta start doing
           something I got a stake in. Get a
           business going.

                        RUDY
           I don't know, I've seen the business
           world.

                        NICK
           Hotwiring cars, Rudy, does not qualify as
           a small business. Chop shop consultant;
           doesn't work on a resume. Rudy shrugs. He
           checks across the room, on the whereabouts
           of The Alamo. The big Indian has his back
           turned.

                        NICK
           Ashley's talking about maybe we
           can start something up together...

Next to Rudy, Zook has stopped eating. He is still as stone,
staring at his tray.

                        NICK
           Whatsa matter, Zook?

They both watch Zook put down his utensils and reach into his red-
and-green jello with his bare hand.

                        RUDY
           The hell you doing, Zookerman?

Gloppy gelatin drips from his hand, as the frail man lifts a large
black cockroach out. Zook's shaking.

                        NICK
           Just a roach, Zook.

                        RUDY
           Good for you. Protein.

                        ZOOK
           Monsters-in the gelatin...

                        NICK
           It's a roach, guy--

                        ZOOK
           There are monsters ...
                 (voice rising)
           ... in the gelatin...

                        NICK
           Oh, man--

Zook stands up, holding jello aloft:

                        ZOOK
           THERE ARE MONSTERS IN THE GELATIN!

                        NICK
                 (shakes his head)
           Fuckin, Zookerman--

                        ZOOK
           THERE ARE MONSTERS! IN THE GELATIN!
           THERE ARE MONSTERS! IN THE GELATIN!

A GRUMBLING MURMUR sweeps through the cafeteria as inmates sift
through their jello, searching for--

                        DISTANT INMATE
           Sonofabitch!

He pulls something bug-like out of his dessert, holds it aloft,
and then HURLS it at the cafeteria line. A STAFFER ducks away. The
inmates LAUGH and suddenly they're all on their feet--

                        ZOOK
           THERE ARE MONSTERS! IN THE GELATIN!

--grabbing handfuls of jello and throwing it at the cafeteria
line. Inmates get errantly SPLASHED, and respond by wheeling on
their fellow inmates -- red and green globs flying to and fro!

                        GUARDS
           SIT DOWN! SIT THE FUCK BACK DOWN!

As GUARDS immediately rush in to restore order--

                        NICK
           Rudy, don't move--

                        RUDY
           Two days, we got two days! Don't
           do nothing. Don't touch nothing--

An INMATE at the end of their table picks up their table and
overturns it, sending food flying. Rudy and Nick stand back, hands
raised in surrender. Jello HITS Rudy in the face.

                        NICK
           Don't move, Rudy!

                        RUDY
           Standing right here, man!

Zook is still SHOUTING until a GUARD clubs him senseless with a
blackjack. WHISTLES are blowing. Guards SCREAM for order.

                        NICK
                 (as a GUARD eyes them)
           Ate the jello, jello was fine!

The guard leaves them alone, runs on. The melee's still out of
control. As Rudy turns--

--and suddenly sees The Alamo charging across the room, with
murderous eyes, a metal shank in his hand! Five feet away!

                        NICK
           RUDY, LOOK OUT!

Nick grabs him, trying to push him out of the way--

--and The Alamo's shank plunges deep into Nick's stompch burying
between his ribs. Blood splashes. Nick slumps.

                        RUDY
           NICK!

The Alamo pulls the blade out with a ferocious YELL, pushes Nick
to the floor and spins on Rudy! Rudy blocks with a chair,
stumbling back, cartwheeling over a table as The Alamo roars over
him for the kill--

--and two GUARDS tackle the big Indian out of nowhere! Knocking
the knife away, hammering him with blackjacks. It takes another
three guards to keep The Alamo down.

Rudy scrambles across the floor. Nick's on his back, blood pumping
freely from his gut-

                        RUDY
           GUARD! GUARD!

                        NICK
                 (in shock)
           Alamo...

                        RUDY
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No one's helping, the guards nearby all subduing The Alamo. Nick
grabs Rudy's shirt, gasping to speak-

                        NICK
           Jesus, Rudy--

                        RUDY
           Take it, man! You're all right!
           Hold it in! GUARD!

                        NICK
           Oh, fuck, Rudy ... oh Jesus ...

                        RUDY
           GUARD!!!

                        NICK
           Ash...Ashley...

                        RUDY
           No, man! No, no, no!

                        NICK
                 (choking)
           Tell her... I'll be there ...

                        RUDY
           You're GONNA be there! We're
           getting outta here! TAKE IT!

                        NICK
           Tell Ashley... I...

                        RUDY
           YOU TELL HER!

                        NICK
           ... be with her...

Blood spills out Nick's mouth. His eyes go vacant.

                        RUDY
           NO!!!

                        NICK
           ... for Christmas...

                        RUDY
           NICK!!!

And Rudy's suddenly hauled backwards. A trio of GUARDS descend,
grabbing Nick's body as his life fades away. Dragging his figure
out of the melee. WHISTLES are blowing.

                        GUARDS
           GET HIM OUT OF HERE! LOCK DOWN!

                        RUDY
           NICK!!!

Rudy struggles, enraged, and gets blackjacked across the skull for
his trouble. He hits the jello-covered floor.

And the world goes dark.

INT. PRISON CELL - NIGHT

Darkness and shadows. Rudy sits in a corner, holding his head. The
cell block silent for the first time.

Bootsteps from down the row. A SHADOW falls across Rudy's somber
figure. It's the Mean Guard. He stares at Rudy with distinct
pleasure.

                        RUDY
           The man had two days ...

                        MEAN GUARD
           Well. Least he won't be coming back.

The guard grins a gold tooth. Rudy looks at him--

--and then springs to his feet, charges the room, grabbing through
the bars. The guard takes a calm step back. Keeps the cruel smile.

                        MEAN GUARD
           You need company tonight, Rudy...
           you just give a holler.

He puckers a kiss and walks on. Starts whistling 'Are You Lonesome
Tonight?' Several shadowed VOICES request that he shut the fuck
up. The bootsteps and melody drift down the row.

RUDY

turns back, starts toward his bunk. And stops. His eyes on Nick's
empty bed. And the wall behind.

THE PICTURES OF ASHLEY

Smiling, laughing, playing kissy-face. Hearts drawn on the photos.
All colors of stationery taped to the wall.

RUDY

takes a seat on Nick's bed. There's a shoebox at the foot of it.
Rudy opens it. It's filled with Ashley's letters.

He trails a finger along them, must be over a hundred pages. He
selects the one nearest the front. Surveys it.

                        NICK (v.o.)
           Rudy, man, here we go, here, what she
           wrote here: 'The car's waiting. The
           motel's waiting. And I'm waiting.
           I've waited for so long. I'm burning
           for you, Nick. My whole body. My whole
           heart. I'm burning for you...'

Rudy turns to the wall. To the lakeside picture of Ashley, a
swimsuit siren. Rudy stares sadly.

                        RUDY
           He was burning for you too ...

And puts the letter away.

CLOSE ON RUDY'S CALENDAR - NIGHT

As his hand slashes through December 21st. Prison's over.

                                                           CUT TO:


EXT. IRON MOUNTAIN PRISON - DAY

Snow swirls. Near blizzard conditions. A heavy steel door BANGS
open, held by an EXIT GUARD. And FIFTEEN CONVICTS, make that EX-
CONVICTS, trudge onto a fenced drive, covered in snow.

                        EXIT GUARD
           Your world and welcome to it, dumbfucks!
           Don't be a stranger now! We'll keep the
           lights on for ya!

Rudy stumbles out with the group, shivering in a Goodwill handme-
down coat. Thin canvas, wouldn't keep him warm in summer.
Secondhand shoes. No possessions.

He clutches his sides with his hands, hunched over. All fifteen
huddle and herd toward the gate at the end of the fenceway.

BEYOND THE GATE

There are a dozen FRIENDS and RELATIVES waiting. A few MEN,
several WOMEN, a couple KIDS. Bundled in winter coats, hats and
hoods. A prison shuttle bus is parked behind them.

The released cons reach the gate, where a GATE GUARD unlocks the
fence to the outside world. Fifteen men are free.

The ex-cons and relatives scan each other's faces. Wives rush over
to embrace their men. Pals nod to ex-cons and trade slaps on
backs. Reunion time.

The snow batters them, wind whipping. Rudy keeps his head down,
leaning forward, keeps walking. Toward the bus. But he can't help
himself -- he glances up--

TO SEE A YOUNG WOMAN

bundled in a silver ski jacket, pink wool hat with a poof-ball on
top, scarf and mittens. Scanning the released prisoners.

RUDY

drops his head, looks away. Climbs onto the shuttle bus.

INT. BUS - CONTINUOUS

Rudy shakes his arms, basking in the vehicle's warmth. Takes a
seat at the back. A couple other lone ex-cons climb aboard. Then
the cons with relatives start to pile in.

Rudy's window is steamed against the cold. He stares into his lap,
then reaches for his coat pocket. Takes out the picture of Ashley,
in her bikini by the lake. Stares at it.

He rubs his window with his sleeve.

Outside, the woman in the silver coat turns this way and that,
troubled. She's watching the other ex-cons climbing onto the bus
with their loved ones.

The woman looks back to the prison. The guard closing the gate.
The steel door has been shut. No one else is coming.

Rudy watches her sadly.

Aboard the bus, the seats fill up. Ex-cons are feeling up their
wives, kids are climbing on their absent daddies, buddies are
jawing loudly 'bout how the neighborhood's changed.

The woman outside is now alone. Silver coat, pink poofball.

Rudy looks at the bikini picture again.

Then at the shivering bundle.

                        RUDY
           Don't do it, Rudy...

The bus ENGINE starts up. In the seat beside Rudy, an EX-CON makes
out with his WIFE while his bratty KID punches his leg.

Out the window, the young woman is scanning the bus windows. Then
the prison again. She turns in a worried circle. Rudy looks
swiftly away. Closes his eyes.

                        RUDY
           Don't do it ...

The bus door closes. It REVS and starts forward. Rudy sighs with
relief. The photo of Ashley falls to the floor.

EXT. PRISON RELEASE GATE - CONTINUOUS

The young woman watches the bus pull away, down the snowy road.
But it doesn't get fifty feet before it suddenly stops.

The door opens. And Rudy steps out.

The bus REVS up again and GROANS OFF into the winter.

The young woman pushes her poofball hat out of her eyes. We get a
look at her face for the first time. Skin pale, lips turning blue,
but it's the girl from the pictures. It's Ashley.

She watches Rudy's figure trudge back toward her. Snow obscuring
him until he's right in front of her. Both of them shivering. Both
of them standing there.

And finally:

                        RUDY
           You Ashley?

Ashley nods. And Rudy sadly smiles.

                        RUDY
           I'm Nick.

                                                           CUT TO:


INT. TRUCK STOP - DAY

Rudy and Ashley sit at a coffee shop booth. Coats still on. Big
rigs bluster by on the highway outside.

Two untouched cups of coffee sit before them.

She's watching him in silence.

                        RUDY
           I like your coat.

Ashley says nothing. Rudy looks at his own:

                        RUDY
           This-this is just something they
           gave me at the door. Wasn't snowing
           when we signed up, y'know?

Ashley nods.

                        RUDY
           How's your coffee?

Ashley looks at it, like she's just realizing it's there. She
lifts the cup, takes a sip. Puts it down.

                        ASHLEY
           Good.

Rudy nods. Silence again.

                        RUDY
           Gotta be ten degrees out there.

                        ASHLEY
           Radio said negative five.

                        RUDY
           Negative five?

                        ASHLEY
           Yeah.

                        RUDY
           I don't think it's negative five.

                        ASHLEY
           Radio said.

Beat.

                        RUDY
           Wind chill. That's probably
           what they meant.

Ashley nods. Rudy bites his lip.

                        RUDY
           I was scared. Scared you were gonna
           take one look at me and change your
           mind. Scared I was walking into
           heartache.  All those words ...
           you put a picture in your
           mind of where they come from and
           when you see where maybe it's
           not the same as your picture.

He trails off.

                        ASHLEY
           I figured you walked outta there and
           saw me and walked right the other
           way--

                        RUDY
           No, no--

                        ASHLEY
           Saw my outfit or something, my coat--

                        RUDY
           No, hey, I like your coat--

                        ASHLEY
           Saw me--

                        RUDY
           Ashley, no. That was me, that's what
           I was scared of. I mean, be serious ...
           I ' ain't exactly looking like Mr.
           Universe here.

                        ASHLEY
           You are to me.

Rudy goes silent. Whoa. Ashley considers.

                        ASHLEY
           Thought you wrote you had a mustache.

                        RUDY
           I can get another one going. Y'know,
           hey, whatever you want me to--

                        ASHLEY
           No, no, no. Be like you want to be.

Another awkward pause. Rudy picks up a milk dispenser beside the
coffee, puts it to his lips. It gives him a wide white mustache.
He stares straight-faced.

Ashley gives a bashful smile, covers it.

                 &nbs
                                

                                
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