INT. CASINO - EARLY 1980’S - NIGHT
Images, fragmentary and in slow motion, like a dream. Lightsflash on a slot machine. A MAN with sideburns leaning to get abetter look at something. A small CROWD pressing forward.A TALL STACK OF BLACK $100 CHIPS is pushed onto the felt of ablackjack table, arriving at another stack to make a pair.DARRYL PURPOSE (O.S.)And double down on this one.Now we see the whole table. Whoever this is, he’s got big betson every circle, plus five split hands and six doubles; thetable is full of chips, many thousands riding on a single play.REVERSE TO GET A LOOK AT HIM: innocent-faced. Calm.Collected. He looks too young to be doing this.The dealer turns over her bottom card: a five. With a 6 up,that’s 11. The crowd reacts; it doesn’t look good for the kid.DARRYL (VOICE OVER)Life...As the dealer starts to deal herself a decisive card --DARRYL (VOICE OVER)... is chance.-- we cut --
EXT. TRAILER PARK - 1950’S - NIGHT
A permanent trailer home, thin strand of Christmas lightsframing a window. A muffled argument within.DARRYL (V.O., CONT’D)We’re born into a set of conditions.
INT. TRAILER HOME
TWO GIRLS, four and five, sit on the floor. The youngestholds a tattered doll and cries.DARRYL (V.O.)A particular family. A moment inhistory.We’re closer to the argument here. It’s coming from behindthe door they’re looking at.WOMAN (O.S.)You bastard, how can you do this --MAN (O.S.)Give it a fucking rest, will you?