Riley and Brynn Banks head to Vegas for fun in the sun. But their romantic plans fall away when Brynn vanishes. Starring Joe Stevens, Arwen Tedhams, John Hall, Michelle Masker, Jay Pyles, June Griffin Garcia and Patricia Zamora
TITLE TRACK V.O.
Audible Parade Productions. An Audio Story presentation. Triple
Six. By Sean Patrick Bridges. Episode One.
INT. PLANE (FLYING)
Ambient noise from inside a plane flying at 35,000 feet.
CABIN CREW (filtered)
Ladies and gentlemen. The Captain has turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. And you are now free to move about the cabin.
RILEY BANKS (35) sits in his cramped seat. BRYNN BANKS (33) snug up against him.
BRYNN
What are you nervous about?
RILEY
I’m not nervous.
BRYNN
You’re talking to yourself. You always talk to yourself when you get nervous.
RILEY
Sorry.
BRYNN
Is she making you nervous? The very well endowed woman all over your screen.
RILEY
She’s just the narrator. I’m not watching it for that. It’s a ‘how to’ video. You know. How to play. How to beat the casino odds.
BRYNN
That’s what it is. It looks like a real award-winner. Will you look at her. My compliments to the surgeon.
RILEY
Did I ever tell you there is not a woman on this planet that you need to be jealous of. Ever. Now if you don’t mind, I’m trying to learn something here. So I can impress you.
CABIN CREW (filtered)
In a few moments, the flight crew will be passing through the cabin to offer you hot or cold beverages. Alcoholic drinks will also be available for a nominal charge.
BRYNN
You want to impress me? Ace this, Maverick. How well do you know your partner.
RILEY
A magazine quiz. You know these things are a joke. Right?
BRYNN
I want you to do this one with me. Three questions. It’s not gonna kill you. Alright. First, you gotta turn your head.
RILEY
Turn my head? Like this--
BRYNN
Just don’t look at me. And no peeking.
RILEY
Got it. I got it. I’m not.
BRYNN
Good. Now. What color are my eyes?
RILEY
You eyes. Uhhh, yeah they’re brown.
She hits him with the magazine.
BRYNN
No. They’re hazel. With flecks of green.
RILEY
Are you kidding me? That’s brown.
BRYNN
No, it’s not. Brown is not hazel.
RILEY
You’re splitting hairs. Yes, you are. I get something. I should get
partial credit for that one.
BRYNN
Okay. Fair enough. Question two. When is my birthday?
RILEY
It’s November 18th.
BRYNN
And you only remember that because it’s exactly one month from yours.
RILEY
Who cares how I know it. I know it. (enjoying himself) This is fun. I got this. Let’s go. Question three.
BRYNN
When’s our anniversary?
RILEY
(cockiness drains)
Yeah. I got this. It’s, uhh..April. Twenty...third.
BRYNN
It’s the sixth. April sixth.
RILEY
(goes for the joke)
Well. April. Partial credit.
BRYNN
(not happy)
No cigar. You got one right.
RILEY
Technically, two thirds.
BRYNN
I’ll give you one and a half. That’s fifty percent. Which makes us an average couple.
RILEY
Brynn. It’s a magazine. Do you really believe every Pisces is out there having a bad day?
BRYNN
Fifty percent. And I take it you’re happy with that result.
A FLIGHT ATTENDANT pushes her trolley up the aisle.
RILEY
They’re serving drinks. Do you want one? I’m up for one.
BRYNN
Relax. She’ll be here in a minute.
RILEY
And we gotta get one then too. Hey. Vacation rules.
He works his way down the aisle. SOUNDS of eager and excited passengers. Flight Attendant serves a ROWDY GROUP (4).
ROWDY GROUP
Drink it. Drink it. Yeah. Ahh ha ha ha. Vegas, Baby. Here we come.
RILEY
Excuse me. Ma'am. Could I trouble you for two whiskeys?
FLIGHT ATTENDANT
Of course. Coming right up.
Rowdy Group finishes drinks with hoots and hollers.
RILEY
There’s some rowdy ones on this flight. It’s always like this, huh?
FLIGHT ATTENDANT
Vegas run. Flight going in, is a party. But the flight going out. It’s a funeral.
He chuckles. She doesn’t.
RILEY
Yeah, I bet. Well, thank you. I’ll drink to that.
He CLICKS his tiny bottles and heads back to his seat.
EXT. RUNWAY
Sounds of a Boeing 737 as it touches down on the runway.
CABIN CREW (filtered)
Ladies and gentlemen. We’d like to be the first to welcome you to Las Vegas. Local time here is approximately 4:34 p.m.. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated until the plane has parked at the gate and come to a complete stop...
Fade Out dialogue. Fade In Terminal ambient noise.
INT. LAS VEGAS AIRPORT, TERMINAL
Riley and Brynn move with the CROWD. Busy gates. Slot machines pulse and call.
RILEY
There we go. Towards Baggage Claim.
BRYNN
Look at that. They even have slot machines at the airport?
RILEY
Yep. You get the groceries. You can try your luck. Pick up the dry cleaning. Maybe you hit it rich. You’ll see ‘em everywhere.
She pulls along her roller; he hefts his bag.
BRYNN
Hey. When was the last time you were out here?
RILEY
Transport Engineering conference. I was working at the Bellagio. They put me up at the Imperial Palace. Place was a total dive.
BRYNN
How many trips has it been this year? So far.
RILEY
What? To Vegas?
BRYNN
No, just on the road. In general.
RILEY
I don’t know. Seven, maybe?
BRYNN
Ha, double it. Fourteen. Easy. Is your bag heavy?
RILEY
(hefts) No, I got it.
BRYNN
Should have brought the roller.
She rolls faster. He shoulders his bag; strides to keep up.
INT. BAGGAGE CLAIM - CONTINUOUS
Terminal noise. Baggage Claim and Shuttle announcements.
RILEY
Hey. Hold up. Wait. Brynn.
She stops her roller. He catches up to her.
RILEY
I thought we agreed. We wouldn’t harp about work. No tension. No arguments. It was gonna be all about us. Us having a good time.
BRYNN
Who’s arguing? I’m just talking.
RILEY
Yeah. About things we tend to argue about.
They start walking together.
BRYNN
Is it my fault that anytime I bring up something you don’t like; you get all uncomfortable and try to turn it back against me.
RILEY
How do you figure? Am I doing that? I’m not doing that.
BRYNN
Kinda. Here we are, way across the country. We get distance from our lives. Why can’t we take stock of things? Let’s look back at it. You know, just for once, I wish...
They start to split off. Brynn stops.
BRYNN
Hey. Where are you going?
RILEY
The shuttle’s this way.
BRYNN
So? The cabs are over here.
RILEY
Yeah, but it’s cheaper.
BRYNN
And? Do you honestly want to start our vacation off, on a shuttle?
INT. CAB (MOVING)
An immigrant CAB DRIVER bops to a radio beat. Riley and Brynn tucked in the back.
CAB DRIVER
You Mary? You. Mary?
BRYNN
(mumbles) I think he means, married.
RILEY
Oh, right. Yes. We are. We’re Mary.
CAB DRIVER
Lovebirds. Honeymoon. It’s nice. (blasts car horn) Bi-sharif.
Brynn gets close to Riley.
BRYNN
Do you really believe that?
RILEY
You understood him? I can’t even tell what language he’s speaking.
BRYNN
No, that we’re married.
RILEY
Yeah, I’m pretty sure we are. Death ‘till us part, and what not. You don’t remember the guy in the hat and robe saying all that. On stage.
BRYNN
Jesus, Riley. I swear. Can you ever be serious about anything?
She pulls away.
RILEY
Brynn. Are you all right?
BRYNN
I’m fine.
RILEY
Okay. It’s just. You’ve been pretty quick to snap lately--
BRYNN
--Oh, have I?
They sit quiet. Cab flows along with traffic.
RILEY
Look. There it is. Our hotel. Wow. It’s modern. Don’t you think? See those four towers. Like castles. Wonder which one we’re staying in?
She doesn’t respond.
RILEY
I’m up for some dinner. How ‘bout it? We settle in, check the place out. Find a nice restaurant.
BRYNN
Maybe. That might be nice. But I wouldn’t want to snap at you.
RILEY
You..uhh...mm. Yeah.
EXT. GOLDEN SPIKE
Sounds of a BUSY HOTEL outside the cab windows.
INT. CAB
The cab brakes to a halt. A young VALET opens the door.
VALET
Welcome to the Golden Spike.
Brynn leaps out of the cab. Riley passes over some bills.
RILEY
Here you go. Go ahead and pop the trunk. I’ll get the bags.
VALET
Can I give you a hand there, Sir?
RILEY
Getting out of here? No. I got it. Thanks. Really. Thank you.
INT. MAIN LOBBY
They move through the spacious area. Bells and whistles of an army of slot machines pulsate all around.
RILEY
Wow. This place is wild. Will you look at that casino floor. It’s like an ocean, it goes on forever.
BRYNN
Why didn’t you let the kid take the bags?
RILEY
Save the tip. Why not? Everybody always wants something. Relax.
(juggles luggage) Don’t worry. It’s under control.
They step up to the front desk.
INT. FRONT DESK - CONTINUOUS
A female DESK CLERK acknowledges him in a hurry.
DESK CLERK
Evening, Sir. And welcome to the Golden Spike. How may I assist you?
RILEY
A reservation. For Banks, Riley.
DESK CLERK
Of course. Yes, Mr. Banks, you’re right here. I just need a driver’s license and credit card, please.
RILEY
Got them both. Right here.
BRYNN
Oh, ah. No, Hon. Not that one. Here. Please. Use this card.
DESK CLERK
Thank you, Ma'am. And Sir. Here. You can have this one back.
RILEY
Thanks. Appreciate it.
Desk Clerk doesn’t flinch.
DESK CLERK
Okay, I have you staying through Sunday. Is that correct?
RILEY
Uh huh.
DESK CLERK
Perfect. South Tower. Room 420. Here are your room keys.
BRYNN
I’ll take those. Ha. Look. They have playing cards printed on them.
RILEY
Uh huh.
DESK CLERK
You want to head across the casino floor. Stay to the left. Take the
elevator up to four. Do you need any help with your bags?
RILEY
Brynn, wait a minute--
(tired, to Desk Clerk)
The bags. No. I got ’em. Thanks.
DESK CLERK
Enjoy your visit. And good luck.
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY
Elevator DINGS and slides open. Riley follows her out.
RILEY
Tell me again. What do you mean we couldn’t use it?
BRYNN
Like I said, we’re a little behind on the payment.
RILEY
How far behind?
BRYNN
Not far.
RILEY
Okay. And you were gonna tell me this. When?
BRYNN
I wasn’t gonna tell you. 416. 18. And 420. Here we go.
RILEY
I should know these things. Why don’t I know these things?
She swipes the door. It beeps and clicks open.
INT. ROOM 420
Brynn hits the lights.
BRYNN
Average. Big bed. I hate that spread. Closet. Bathroom. Desk. Looks like nothing special.
She pulls open the curtains.
BRYNN
Not bad. At least we get a decent view of the strip.
RILEY
I know what you’re trying to do. And I don’t want to do it.
BRYNN
Oh. And what is it that you think I’m trying to do?
RILEY
Nope. No way. I’m not getting suckered into another money argument with you. Forget it.
BRYNN
That’s what you think we’re doing?
Brynn unzips her bag with a huff.
RILEY
I don’t want to play some game.
BRYNN
You don’t, huh. Well, does it look like I’m playing with you?
RILEY
Brynn. I want to be here. I really do. But I’m getting a clear impression. Like crystal clear. You know, this is your idea of fun.
BRYNN
(anger starts to flash)
What a surprise. Of course. There it is. Put it back on me. Why not?
She snaps a dress from her bag and hangs it on the rack.
RILEY
You want us like this? It’s that wedding in New Orleans all over again. How long did we drive?
BRYNN
You still want to harp about that? I said you didn’t even have to go.
RILEY
You ticked-off edgy for a thousand miles. And when you did feel like sharing, it was pressure points. Poke, poke, poke.
BRYNN
I’m ignoring you.
She takes her toiletries into the bathroom. He follows.
INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
RILEY
Do you have to put all your bathroom stuff away right now.
BRYNN
Yes, I do. Right now. I like my things where I like them. Will you take that comforter off the bed?
RILEY
Poke, poke, poke. You did it all the way on that long-ass drive. And for some reason, that’s exactly what you want to do here.
BRYNN
Out of the way. Move. I’ll do it.
INT. ROOM 420 - CONTINUOUS
She jerks the comforter off the bed. Bundles it with anger and throws it. She’s exasperated and holds back a sob.
RILEY
Is it the whole on the road thing? Or you just hate traveling with me? Whatever it is. I promise, I won’t make this mistake again.
Brynn plops down on the bed.
BRYNN
I want to know. If I can count on you? -beat- Riley. Did you hear me?
RILEY
Uh huh. That’s it? Sure you can. Of course. Yes. You can count on me.
BRYNN
Well that was very reassuring.
She snaps to her bag and jerks out clothes.
RILEY
Are you...no, wait. Hey. What? I didn’t say it right?
BRYNN
No. You said what I needed to hear. Thank you. I’m taking a shower.
RILEY
Fine. Done. I’m done. You don’t want to be straight with me. Okay. We’ll play this your way.
She slams the bathroom door behind her.
RILEY
You camp out in there all you want. I’m gonna enjoy my vacation.
(unzips bag. Changes.) A clean shirt. There we go. Nice. Room key. Got it. Okay. Good to go.
He stands against the closed bathroom door.
RILEY
I’m leaving. You hear me?
Shower turns on. He leaves. Room door shuts hard.
INT. CASINO FLOOR
An electric CROWD converges onto the gaming floor. Slot machines surround rows of gaming tables. Steady electronic pulses with the occasional scatter of coins.
Riley walks the floor with a hive of activity all around.
HOTEL STAFF
Hold up. Right here, folks. Just one second. We need a line.
STAFF #2
Stay behind the line. Thank you.
RILEY
What’s all the fuss about?
HOTEL STAFF
Ms. Grayson. Entourage is en-route.
MELANIE
Yes, I see. Here they come. Be ready. We move with them.
Riley waits at the line. Crowd murmur.
RILEY
Wow. Now will you look at that. That’s an Arab Sheik.
MELANIE
What? You’ve never seen one before?
RILEY
No, ma'am. Not in person.
MELANIE
Ha ha. Well. Welcome to Vegas.
RILEY
White robe. Head scarf. The whole nine yards. He’s the real deal.
MELANIE
Sheik Faz-lo-a-hi. It’s always a pleasure and an honor to have you here. Our casino is your casino. Please, follow me. This way.
Riley watches them go and flows back into the casino crowd.
INT. BLACKJACK TABLE
RILEY
(to himself)
Blackjack. Here we go. That’s me.
(to Dealer)
Is that right? Five dollar limit. Alright if I watch for a bit?
DEALER slides out cards for a TOURIST COUPLE. Cards flip.
DEALER
Hit. Dealer shows 19. Player, bust.
(to Riley)
Empty seat’s got your name on it.
RILEY
Yeah. I think I will. Thank you.
STEVEN SUNNER (50) grabs the remaining seat at the table.
STEVEN
You all have room for one more? I’m feeling a little lucky tonight.
RILEY
Let’s hope we all have some. Could I get sixty dollars in chips.
Dealer shuffles decks of cards and places them into the shoe.
DEALER
Place the bills on the table and I’ll get you all set.
RILEY
Appreciate it. Here you go.
STEVEN
You can’t have any physical contact with the Dealer. Think of it as an invisible barrier between us and them. Isn’t that right, Patricia?
Steven drops a hundred in twenties on the felt.
DEALER
(calls out)
Change for one hundred.
(to Steven)
That’s right, Mr. Sunner.
STEVEN
That was an Alert Call. For the Pit Bosses. Those scary looking guys hovering around. They make sure everything is on the up and up.
Dealer slides over stacks of chips.
RILEY
Okay, I get it. Yeah, here you go. Money on the table.
DEALER
Change for sixty.
Dealer hands over a stack of chips. Riley plays with them.
RILEY
Thanks for the help. You must play a lot. The dealer knows your name. Are you somebody famous?
STEVEN
Ha ha, no. Just a simple courtesy. It’s a gentlemen who cares to remember your name. Mine is Steven.
RILEY
Riley. Nice to meet you.
STEVEN
Where you from, Riley?
RILEY
Ft. Worth originally. This is my first time at a real table. I’ve played before. I know the basics--
STEVEN
(emphasize first line) A true-blue virgin, huh? (comradery) Aww, there’s never nothing wrong with that. You got some beginner’s luck, send it my way.
RILEY
The wife and I, we almost went to Atlantic City. But you can’t beat the deal on the trip out here.
STEVEN
Oh, you don’t want to be that guy.
RILEY
What guy?
STEVEN
The guy who doesn’t know the difference. Takes every Indian reservation. River boat. Church bingo parlour. And thinks they’re all one and the same.
RILEY
I figured gambling was gambling.
STEVEN
A true player knows where to play. Take Atlantic City. From the Jersey Shoreline, you got this towering skyline. But it’s a mirage. A lie. You’ve got that one row of hotels there along the Boardwalk. But the rest of the town, it’s a husk. All the lifeblood. Just drained away. The few casinos still alive. They bus in the seniors and feed them rubber shrimp so they can drop their Social Security checks on the tables.
DEALER
All bets down. Cards coming out. There’s a Big-King Cowboy. An Ocho of hearts. And one Jack Johnson.
STEVEN
Now, Vegas. Is a destination. An oasis in the middle of the desert. You’ve got to want to come here. You have to make the journey. And, Buddy. Let me tell you. It can be one hell of a trip.
DEALER
Coming around again. Here we go. Showing a trey of diamonds. Club Ten. And there’s a red Mastercard. Blackjack.
Riley jolts in his seat with an electric charge.
STEVEN
Doesn’t get any cleaner than that.
CARD GAME MONTAGE
A horn-heavy, Bobby Darin at the Copa / Rat Pack Vegas SONG. Montage will be sound f/x and music mix. A showcase. Sounds of chips dropping on the felt. Cards shuffled.
RILEY
Can we get another drink?
STEVEN
Way ahead of you. Already ordered.
Cards dealt. Taps on the table. Cards flipped. Tossed away.
DEALER
Round and round. Down and down. Sixteen. Dealer shows an Eight.
STEVEN
Yes. Yeeessss. Bring it home.
RILEY
Aww, bust. Gah. I know. Pushed it. That’s what I did. I pushed it.
Tourist Couple hits big. Happy celebration.
DEALER
Change one-fifty.
Chips dropped onto felt. Piles are stacked back in the bank.
Riley’s looking at a pair of 5’s. Steven points over.
STEVEN
You’re not going to split those fives? Play two hands.
RILEY
Naw. I’ll take the risk. Hit me.
DEALER
Player shows 10. Card coming out.
STEVEN
The Black Maria. There’s a queen.
RILEY
My queen. Love her. I love her.
STEVEN
(impressed)
Damn. Good one. Nice payday.
Music. Chips stacked together. Crisp bills snap.
DEALER
Change two-hundred.
RILEY
Another round. Let’s go again.
STEVEN
Sweetheart. Right over here. Another round.
Montage SONG fades out. Cards riffled and cash counted out.
INT. BLACKJACK TABLE - CONTINUOUS
Dealer strips and cuts the deck. She adds it to the shoe. Riley feels comfortable at the table. Glasses clink.
STEVEN
It’s a game. That’s all it is. Women love games. You can tease ‘em. Play with em’. Have a whole lotta fun. But watch yourself. You don’t wanna get burned. And you avoid that, by always respecting their blaze.
RILEY
I don’t know. Lately. She’s just...whatever I’m doing. I’m doing it totally wrong.
STEVEN
Well of course you are. But if she wants you to keep trying, you keep at it. Am I right? Yes, I’m right.
Steven gets the eye of a Waitress (O.S.) making her circuit.
STEVEN
Double-N Jenn?
(to Riley)
See, I remember. I always do.
(to Jenn)
Could you bring us proper drinks. Not the watered-down shit you have for the floor. Mind if I choose?
RILEY
No. Please.
STEVEN
Real simple. Two fingers of Jameson. In a rock glass.
RILEY
Hey. I like that. How’d you know?
STEVEN
It’s what I do. My business. People are my business. How they think. Act. The choices they make.
RILEY
No shit. Really? Damn.
Steven takes two beats.
STEVEN
(flash behind the mask)
Haa, I’m just fuckin’ with you.
(back to nice guy)
No, I’m a local liquor salesman. One with a taste for the good stuff. I figured you for the same.
RILEY
Yeah. You got me there. I sure do like the good stuff.
Riley stacks a handful of chips on the betting circle.
Tourist Couple play a pair of chips.
STEVEN
Not me. I’m a tourist this hand.
DEALER
Player has 17. Dealer shows an 8.
RILEY
On my 17. You’re hiding a face or a dime under there. Aren’t you? Yeah, Let’s do it. I’m game.
STEVEN
On a 17? You showing me guts or crazy?
RILEY
I’d say a bit of both. Hit me.
DEALER
Coming out. With a four spot. Player has 21. Dealer shows an 8. And has, 18. Card. Dealer, bust.
Riley exhales and laughs.
STEVEN
Look at that. I am impressed. Yes, Sir. You called it. I thought you never played the tables before.
RILEY
I work conventions. But cards with the teamsters, it’s never like this. Man. This is my night.
Waitress delivers the drinks. Steven passes over a glass.
STEVEN
Hey, thank you, Jen-N. Here we go. Drinks, fit for the evening. It’s your time, Bud. Good on ya’.
They cheers and take the big shots.
RILEY
The time. How long have we been going? Ahh, yeah, I have to stop. Here. Please. Let me pay for those drinks. Can I cash my chips out?
STEVEN
It’s my pleasure. It’s on me. But you don’t want to go now. Can’t you feel that heat? You’re on a roll.
RILEY
Yeah, but I gotta make things right with the wife. Or I’m in more trouble than I already am.
STEVEN
Completely understand. It’s a sound decision. You’re a smart man.
DEALER
Sir, to cash out. You want that cage right over there.
RILEY
Got it, in the cage. This was fun.
STEVEN
I’ve got a few more hands left in me. But I’ll send you off with a handshake. There you go. You have yourself a nice vacation, Riley.
RILEY
I will. I am. Thank you. For everything. Good luck here.
STEVEN
Save your luck. I always have plenty.
Riley collects his chips and leaves with a skip in his step.
INT. CASINO CAGE
RILEY
Hi. Can I cash these out here?
TELLER
Of course. Thank you.
RILEY
(to himself)
Yeah, lemme call her.
(dials phone)
Brynn. You won’t believe--
Brynn’s VOICE MAIL MESSAGE kicks in.
TELLER
Sir. Here you are. Three hundred and sixty-five dollars.
RILEY
Wow. I did better than I thought.
TELLER
Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty. One. Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty. Two. Twenty, forty, sixty...
Fade out on the crisp bills being counted out.
INT. HALLWAY
Elevator dings open. Happy Riley lyrically hums to himself.
RILEY
Are you the room? No, you’re not the room. Where is the room? Well, here is the room. I got my key. Wanna slide my key. And Beeeep.
Door unlocks.
INT. ROOM 420
RILEY
Hey. Babe, I tried to call...
The TV is on. An IN-HOUSE STATION highlights all the wonderful amenities of the hotel and casino.
RILEY
Hello. Hey, where are you? There you are. In the bathroom.
Bathroom door is closed. He speaks close to the wood.
RILEY
(knocks) Babe. You’re gonna be so happy. I did real good downstairs. And I figured you must be hungry? Let’s spend. They got a nice steakhouse. Think I saw a sushi bar.
(no response)
Yeah, I know I left. But you’ll love this. Look how much I won. There’s enough here. We can even get tickets for that thing I don’t want to see. Brynn? I’m coming in.
INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
He opens the door.
RILEY
Great. I’m talking to a ghost. You left the lights on? And a wet towel on the floor? Look at this. Bottles in the sink. This the right room?
INT. ROOM 420 - CONTINUOUS
RILEY
Brynn. Where the hell are you?
He switches off the TV.
RILEY
(to himself)
I’ll call again. You’ll pick up now. I get the cold shoulder for being a jerk. Okay. I get it. We can talk this out. Fix it right.
It goes straight to VOICE MAIL. He nods through the message, wanting it to hurry up.
RILEY
(into phone)
Uh huh. Come on, come on, come on.
BEEP.
Brynn. I’m here in the room. You are not. So, um, I guess I’ll head on down. Uhh, meet me in the lobby. Right where we checked in. Okay. I’ll be there. I love you. I’ll wait for you there. See you soon.
He ends the call.
RILEY
(to himself)
Yeah, she’s good. She’s still a little raw. That’s all. I’ll make it up to her. We’ll meet in the lobby, and start over. Yeah. She’s waiting for me there already.
INT. LOBBY
Casino floor alive.
RILEY
(to himself)
Alright. There’s the front desk. Where are you, Babe. Come on. Wait, is that her?...No.
Casino floor hums.
RILEY
(to himself)
I don’t see her anywhere. Lemme check my phone. Nope. Nothing.
Electronic pulses rise and fall.
RILEY
(to himself)
Are those chairs over there? Yeah. I’ll just grab a seat. And wait. She’ll be here. She will.
Casino floor continues to hustle and bustle.
Until fade out.
END OF EPISODE ONE
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