1 INT. CASINO - NIGHT
Dice snatched. A high stakes orgy! Shaken. Chaos! Thrown.
The CROWD goes wild. Tumble. On to a craps table.
Groans, cheers from rabid PLAYERS.
JAKE ROBY (early 30's) slumps, the last of his chips swept
from the board.
Jake is trim, handsome, dishevelled, a charmer and a rogue.
Jake has snake eyes too.
Jake regroups, eyes darting, seeking his next opportunity.
A cigarette pack and gold lighter lay beside him on the table
rail. He bumps a PLAYER, spilling a drink, creating a
diversion. Jake palms the lighter and cigarettes and melts
Jake is on the prowl. He flips the lighter deftly in the
air. It tumbles into his jacket pocket. He drops the smokes
on a drink tray of a passing WAITRESS.
Jake acquires a target.
HIGH ANGLE VIDEO CAMERA ANGLE-Jake bumps a female SENIOR
playing the ten dollar slots. In a flurry, Jake scoops a
couple of tokens from her pile.
Jake palms the chips with more SLIGHT OF HAND. He spins and
offers his empty hands high for her inspection as he tails
Jake slides into a chair at another slot machine. With hand
motions that challenge the eye, Jake makes the stolen tokens
The Senior scopes Jake from afar.
The Senior solicits sympathy from other PLAYERS.
Jake slides in a token and pulls the handle. No luck.
Jake regards the last chip.
Drum-roll please, ladies and
Jake inserts the token and pulls the handle.
The machine clamours.
I am the winner!
Uniformed HANDS grab for Jake. TWO security MEN pull Jake
away from the chiming machine.
Guys, I won!
The Senior moves in to scoop up the winnings.
The old lady's stealing my money!
2 INT. CASINO CORRIDOR - NIGHT
The stone-faced Guards strong arm Jake toward the exit doors.
Observe Mr. Jake Roby, who fancies
himself a high stakes roller, or
in the vernacular, a player.
FOREST WHITAKER (cont'd)
He yearns to strut along those
brilliantly lit boulevards of
greed, disappointment and false
promises. Be advised that every
underhanded deceit Jake has
crafted to this point in his life
are the very reasons our hero
finds himself closer to his dream
than he could ever imagine. For
Mr. Roby is currently being
auditioned for membership in a
very exclusive club. The price of
admission, to be paid in full,
just the other side of those
(reading the name tag)
Officer Squarlsky, what do you say
we go back and get our money?
...in the Twilight Zone.
Jake lands face first into the door.
3 EXT. CASINO BACK EXIT - NIGHT
Doors slam shut. Jake tumbles onto the street. His groans
turn to laughter as he rolls on his back. He thrusts a
wallet high in the air, victorious. A security badge glints,
pinned to the front.
Jake digs out a fistful of bills from within.
Officer Squarlsky, I believe I've
found your wallet...
From a darkened corner a voice echoes.
Oh Officer Squarlsky, I believe
I've found your wallet.
Jake rolls on his knees to face the direction of the shadowed
Hey...who's that?... Who's that?...
Jake crawls forward. A hunchbacked figure is revealed,
stooped against the side of the building. It's an old WINO
wearing dark glasses. Propped beside him is a white cane.
The Old Man shakes his begging hat, loose change rattling
Not your night I hear.
The night is still young and
you're not, old man.
The Wino jangles his begging hat again.
Try a busier street.
Jake waves the money in the old man's face.
If I were a betting man, I'd say
you were a betting man.
I've been known to place a wager
Jake eyes the hat full of money. He inches his hand closer.
What's your game young son?
Jake eases a five dollar bill from the hat.
...and high stakes stud poker.
Winner takes all.
The Wino grabs Jake's arm with incredible force. Jake
Well, I sense a golden opportunity
in your near future. However, it
requires a small investment on
your part to be realized.
The old man shakes Jake's wrist several times until Jake
releases the bill back into the hat.
Bet on the Alvarez in the Preston-
No odds in that. Preston'll kill
Take an old man's advice.
The casino doors fly open and Officer Squarlsky and the other
Guard step out. They spot Jake.
Jake scrambles to his feet. The Guards start toward him.
Why should I risk my money?
Jake flings the wallet toward the Guards. Squarlsky
scrambles after it.
You need to get back in the game,
Jake stares at the Wino. Jake runs away.
Alvarez is a bum.
4 INT. TRACY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Tracy Lattimer (late 30ish) bandages Jake's cut forehead.
They're sitting on the bed. She is pretty yet weary. She
wears a waitress costume, the skimpy kind girls wear in
sleazy Atlantic City bars. Her apartment is sparse, K-mart
You ran into a pole?
He sounded European.
(he pulls away)
She leans closer inviting affection.
It's good having you back Jake.
What time do you have to be at
Spend the night. When I get home
I'll make you some breakfast.
Jake grabs the remote and clicks on the TV.
Tracy leans to kiss Jake. He turns and offers his cheek
instead. Love is blind to Tracy.
See ya Jake.
5 INT COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Jake approaches WALTER, (50ish) draped in gold jewelry.
Walter devours a heart attack special.
Look who's back in town.
Come to play cards Jake?
Walter looks up for the first time.
You were saying?
Taking bets on the fight tonight?
Some things don't change, eh?
I'll need to see a more tangible
manifestation of your intent.
Jake uses slight of hand to produce the stolen money. He
smoothly separates fifty dollars from the wad. He lays the
Looks like three fifty to me.
I gotta eat Walter. Alvarez.
Preston's the man, my friend.
Four hundred on the Colombian.
Walter chows down.
He's a bum.
We're all bums Walter.
6 INT. CASINO BAR - NIGHT
The Preston-Alvarez fight blares on TV over the barroom din.
Alvarez is taking a beating ladies
and gentlemen! Oh, a left hook,
Alvarez is down! The ref pushes
Preston back to his corner.
Alvarez is up, he shakes it off.
Jake twirls the umbrella in his drink. He's dejected,
Alvarez is losing. But he's eyeing TWO attractive LADIES
sitting nearby. They've noticed him too.
End of the second round. Lanny
Preston is looking very strong...
Jake swings off his seat and scoops a rose from a vase on the
piano. He approaches the Women.
Jake unfurls a napkin from the Ladies' table and employs
slight of hand to make a rose appear. The Women are
delighted. They invite him to sit. Jake eyes an expensive
gold necklace that one of the Women is wearing. Jake hails
for more drinks.
7 INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - MORNING
The door swings open and Jake creeps out. The room is a
shambles, clothes, empty wine bottles strewn everywhere.
We can see one, maybe two figures, asleep under the covers of
a king size bed.
Jake eases the door closed. With the same deft hand Jake
produces the gold necklace that was worn by the Woman in the
bar. He weighs it in his hand. Jake bends and grabs the
newspaper at his feet.
Jake walks down the hall, scanning to the Sports section.
Close up PICTURE of the Alvarez-Preston fight.
A meaty finger taps the Photo.
8 INT. COFFEE SHOP - MORNING
He's dead you know.
Walter grabs the paper from Jake and throws it on the table.
Walter digs into an encore breakfast.
Preston. Your man Alvarez
Indeed. Blood clot. His brain
exploded. My sources tell me he
kicked it in his Las Vegas hotel
room this morning.
Preston is my hero, he died for
Walter retrieves an envelope from his jacket and throws it on
You're cold Jake. Nineteen
hundred and sixty clams. Six to
Let's see, twenty four hundred...?
Less juice, plus the fifty I
At six to one...
Jake picks up the paper. The envelope slides onto the table.
I gotta eat too Jake.
Jake takes a closer look at the photo. In the audience Jake
spots the Wino.
I got to see someone.
Walter studies the envelope as he shovels in another forkful.
Jake walks, paper in hand.
9 INT. PAWN SHOP - AFTERNOON
Sitting on the counter is the necklace and the gold lighter.
A PAWNBROKER counts out money and hands it to Jake.
Jake shuffles the bills like cards and makes them disappear.
10 EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON
Jake struts, searching, the newspaper still tucked under his
arm. Things are going Jake's way.
Jake pushes through a tourist COUPLE referring to a map. He
fakes apologies. Jake ducks into an alley and produces a
wallet he's lifted from the Couple.
Jake opens the wallet and pulls out a few dollars as well as
a book of traveller's cheques. He shrugs, pockets the bills
and tosses the wallet and traveller's cheques.
Jake walks back toward the street.
The Wino, propped against the building, offers his hat.
Jake squats in front of him.
(holding the paper
You were at the fight old man?
In Vegas? You're kidding. Too
bad about Preston.
The Wino rattles his hat.
Spare some change my young son?
Jake pulls out a twenty and snaps the bill in front of the
Sounds like you took my advice?
We won, didn't we.
You did. Like the ponies boy?
The Wino rattles the coins in his hat. Jake considers. He
drops the twenty in. The Wino rattles his hat again. Jake
peels off a fifty from his roll and waves it in front of the
The Wino grabs Jake's arm and forces his hand closer. The
Wino sniffs the bill in Jake's hand.
I love that smell, don't you?
Jake drops the fifty into the the hat, reluctant to endure
another bout of pain.
Shaw's Creek. Third race. Santa
(looking at his watch)
I give up old man.
Another step closer to your
golden opportunity. Twenty five
minutes to payday.
Jake stands, spins, searching. He spies a phone booth across
Jake races toward the phone as CARS brake to avoid him.
Jake reaches the booth, slides coins in and dials.
Walter, Santa Anita, third race
11 INT. WALTER'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
INTERCUT AS NEEDED
Walter is sitting with several phones and a submarine
sandwich on the go.
Walter's PARTNER, a similarly dressed thug, shoulders a
couple of phones at the desk opposite. He's eating too.
Who's your little bird Jake?
I'm calling it inspiration. Is it
Walter checks a racing form, then the time.
It's never too late Jake.
Fantastic! Shaw's Creek to win.
Throw in another four hundred?
And how am I to be certain that
your intentions are honourable
I'll come right now with the
money. I can just make it.
I sense an earnestness in you that
I've never witnessed before Jake.
Not to worry this time, I'll catch
up with you later.
Walter clicks off and speed dials on the other phone.
Afternoon Miles. Can you take a
quick one? Shaw's Creek, Santa A,
third race?...he's a dog? What
are the odds? Go ahead, twenty
No, wait, will you take...thirty
four thousand, Shaw's Creek, to
win...I know, I know Miles, the
whole world's crazy.
The Partner scowls. Walter does a little jig.
12 EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON
Jake hangs up the phone. He does a little jig.
Jake turns, looking back across the street. No Wino. He
scans left then right.
The Wino is hobbling just out of Jake's sight around a
Hey, old man!
Jake races back across the street, dodging more traffic.
Jake rounds the corner of the building. He comes to a halt.
The Wino has disappeared.
A Rent a Cop cruiser squeals to a stop in front of Jake.
Before he can escape, Officer Squarlsky is on him.
Well, Jake Roby. I wondered when
I'd run into you.
Squarlsky hustles Jake to the cruiser.
Officer Squarlsky, I found
something that may belong to you.
Squarlsky elbows Jake and throws him head first against the
Blood oozes from his reopened cut.
Nasty cut won't heal eh Jake?
I was just coming see you.
Squarlsky opens the back seat door. He spins Jake and forces
his head down as he pushes Jake in.
Watch the head.
In a flash Jake's hand, full of bills, flies back into
Your money, I found your money!
Squarlsky snatches the cash. He slams the door on Jake's
wrist. Jake screams, his hand writhing. Squarlsky opens the
door enough for Jake to withdraw his arm.
Jake looks at the Camera out the rear window as the cruiser
13 EXT. POLICE STATION - EVENING
Tracy helps Jake limp onto the street.
Tracy searches and finds a CAB to hail.
Atlantic City hospitality hasn't
The Cab drives to the curb beside them.
At least you made bail.
Tracy eases Jake into the Cab.
It's not about the money Jake.
I promise, I'll make it up to you.
14 INT. WALTER'S OFFICE - DAY
What the hell happened?
Jake is looking the worse for wear.
I need glasses. I keep running
Walter slides an envelope across the desk. He punches a
remote and the Santa Anita horse race plays on his TV.
Our horse won.
Walter smiles. Jake clues in, Walter bet too.
Congratulations in order all
Indeed Jake. Everyone's a winner
but poor Jerry Rose.
Horses and Jockeys tumble on the TV.
Mystic Dancer, Jerry's ride. The
favourite at Santa Anita in your
third race. Tripped and took poor
Jerry and the two other jockeys
down with her. Jerry's neck,
snapped. Shaw's Creek glided an
easy furlong ahead to the finish
Video of stretcher bearers removing the body.
Jake, does someone have to die
every time you win?
It's a sad story Walter. My money?
Forty six thousand and forty
dollars. Less juice.
Still playing stud poker?
Looking to get back in the game,
eh Jake? Tomorrow night, as
usual. Still fifty large to sit at
my table. By my calculation
you're eight thousand five hundred
and sixty four dollars away from
being invited. And I will require
...tangible manifestation of my
Jake pockets the envelope.
Tomorrow night Walter.
15 INT. TRACY'S APARTMENT - EVENING
Jake and Tracy are in bed. The envelope with the money lays
on the bedspread.
You bet with Walter?
He's the reason you were sent up
But better to play with the devil
you know that the one you don't.
And we won Tracy! Look it, let's
take the money and get out of
here. Buy a house...
Tracy's heard all this before.
I'm serious. Move out to Reno.
The mountain air'll be good for
What about Walter's card game Jake?
Truthfully, tempted. But I'm
through Tracy. Through gambling.
Tears begin to run down Tracy's face. Jake hugs her but she
pushes him away.
I never meant to hurt you Tracy.
Tracy wipes her face. She gets up and moves to her dresser.
She slides open the top drawer and reaches underneath. Two
sealed envelopes are taped there. Tracy feels both the pulls
out one of the envelopes.
Tracy holds out the envelope.
Jakes eyes widen. He motions toward the envelope, then backs
off. An awkward, guilty beat.
It's all I have. Twelve thousand.
My share, toward our house.
Tracy passes the envelope to Jake. Jake takes it and puts it
on top of the other envelope.
Jake studies his reflection in the dresser mirror.
16 INT. TRACY'S APARTMENT - DAWN
Jake slides out of bed. Tracy is asleep. He grabs his
clothes and the two envelopes and sneaks out.
17 INT. COFFEE SHOP - MORNING
Jake contemplates the two envelopes before him. They sit on
the Homes section of the newspaper. Jake grabs the one from
Tracy. He sniffs it. Nothing. Jake tucks them back in his
A GUY next to Jake gets up to leave. He drops a couple of
dollars on the counter as a tip.
Jake picks up the Sports section. There is a picture of the
Santa Anita accident.
Jake inspects the photo. Closer.
The Wino stands beside the stretcher carrying the Jockey.
Who are you old man?
Jake looks around. He slides the newspaper over the tip left
on the counter next to him. He palms the money.
Jake walks to the cash. Walter is entering the diner.
Still a few dollars short for the
game tonight Jake?
Jake pays, counting out the stolen bills as part payment.
I'm good as gold Walter.
Jake turns to go.
Tracy's outside...You haven't
disappointed her again, have you?
(not looking back)
See you tonight Walter.
18 EXT. STREET - DAY
Tracy stands at the curb, beside an idling Cab. She wavers,
but she's resolved.
Jake takes a few steps toward her. He begins to say
something but hesitates. Jake pulls her envelope from his
pocket and offers it to her.
Tracy climbs in the Cab and it pulls away.
Jake weighs the envelope in his hand. He tears it open.
Jake pulls out cut paper in the shape of bills.
Tracy figured him out!
He drops the paper. A gust of wind swirls the paper in the
19 INT. CASINO - AFTERNOON
The craps table is crowded, chaos, a high stakes orgy.
Jake takes the envelope from his pocket and pulls out the
last of the money.
The Croupier counts out the money and slides over the
equivalent in chips.
Jake scatters the chips over the betting board.
Drum roll please ladies and
Jake grabs the dice. Shaken, thrown, tumble onto the table.
The PLAYERS go wild. Jake's chips are swept away.
20 EXT. CASINO - AFTERNOON
Jake lurches through the doors. He's frazzled,
hyperventilating. Directly across from him stands the Wino.
Jake starts to run to him. He trips and falls. Jake hits
his head, reopening the cut. Blood trickles down his face.
Jake staggers forward to the Wino.
You were at Santa Anita?
The Wino smiles.
And Las Vegas for the fight.
I get around Jake.
You know my name.
I know all about you Jake. And I
also know you'll do anything to
get back in the game, won't you?
I'll split the money with you?
Oh, I have more money than I need
my young son.
What do you want? What do you get
out of this.
The Wino waves Jake closer. Jake leans in. Jake's image is
reflected in the Wino's glasses.
I want you.
Jake recoils, stunned.
Oh, don't worry about it now Jake.
Let's get you back in the game
first. The Forty Niners. They're
playing in Philly.
They're bums old man.
The Broncos in Texas... Bums...
The Wino raises his finger to admonish.
The Browns, the Patriots, the
Vikings, play the spread, 12
points...Your golden opportunity
has arrived my young son.
21 INT. CASINO - AFTERNOON
Jake makes a phone call.
Walter. Got a pencil. The Forty
Niners, Broncos, Patriots and
Vikings. Twelve point spread on
22 INT. WALTER'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
INTERCUT AS NEEDED
Walter is making two hero sandwiches at his desk. His
Partner is slicing a pickle. Walter flicks on the speaker.
Just a hunch Jake?
You could say that. Five K on
each. I can come over...
No need Jake. I would say our
relationship has matured somewhat
over the last few days.
Jake drops the phone.
Walter pushes his Partner away. He does a jig as he speed
Miles...fifty large on each.
Forty Niners, Broncos, Patriots,
Vikings!...twelve point spread.
Yes Miles, the whole world has
23 INT. CASINO BAR - NIGHT
Jake twirls the umbrella in his drink. He's dejected, more
bad news on the TV.
...Oh! Ralston, the Vikings
quarterback is still not getting
up. He was taken hard to the
ground. The trainer has called for
a stretcher...Ralston's not moving
folks, this could be it for the
Jake has one eye on the Viking game, blaring on TVs scattered
throughout the room and one on a pretty WOMAN sitting alone
at a booth, nursing a drink.
Jake moves passed the piano and lifts a rose from the vase
Jake approaches the Woman. Jake unfurls a folded napkin from
her table and makes the rose appear from within. A large MAN
steps in front of Jake to greet the Woman. They stare at
Jake turns away. The TV blares at him.
...in a surreal coincidence that
defies explanation, we're saddened
to report the apparent suicide
earlier this afternoon of Trenton
Issacs, wide receiver for the San
HIGH ANGLE VIDEO CAMERA-Jake steps closer to the TV. A beat
later Jake scrambles over the bar.
Jake pushers past a BARTENDER and grabs the remote.
Jake flips to another channel. He jams the volume button
TV ANNOUNCER 2
...Lance Silver, coach of the
Cleveland Browns sustained fatal
injuries in a car accident on the
way to today's...just a minute
folks, I've just been informed
that Trevor Jones, quarter back of
the Boston Patriots has been
rushed to Valdez Memorial Hospital
in Boston after taking a hit in
his game today...
Jake hurls the remote. It disintegrates against a wall.
PATRONS are shocked.
Jake turns. Past the TV at the entrance to the bar, Officer
Squarlsky beckons him.
24 INT. CASINO EXIT - NIGHT
Jake beelines down the corridor for the door.
Squarlsky marches, steps behind. He slaps his baton against
25 EXT. CASINO BACK EXIT - NIGHT
Jake bursts out of the doors and into the arms of the
Partner. Jake struggles a beat. It's useless. Walter steps
forward and grabs Jake's face.
You're a bum Jake.
A LIMOUSINE idles nearby.
In silhouette, the hunchbacked figure of the Wino, stands on
the far side of the car.
The Partner forces Jake toward the limo. Walter follows.
Officer Squarlsky appears in the exit doors and watches.
We lost a lot of money today
The Partner pushes Jake into the back seat of the limo.
Watch your head Jake.
26 INT. LIMO - NIGHT
Jake tumbles into the back seat.
DEVIL'S EYES glare back at Jake, reflected in the rear view
The Wino, in chauffeur's attire, is driving. As he turns
back to Jake, the Wino slides on his sunglasses and smiles.
It's time, my young son.
The privacy window powers closed.
27 EXT. CASINO BACK EXIT - NIGHT
Deemed supremely qualified and
duly initiated, our Mr. Roby is
awarded his complimentary first
class ride into oblivion. And it
bears repeating, if you choose to
find your heaven in hell, there's
always someone willing to show you
Jake stares out the back window.
Walter and the Partner stand in front of Officer Squarlsky at
the Casino door.
The car begins to move slowly away.
JAKE'S POV of Squarlsky, the Partner and Walter. The Wino is
Forrest, revealed, turns and watches the limo tail away.
...in the Twilight Zone.