INT.

DETECTIVES OFFICE- NIGHT- LAS VEGAS

Credits roll as the shot cranes form a peculiar gun. The
office is very worn down and dilapidated. It is also very
blank in terms of decoration. There is a desk, desk chair,
couple cabinates and a typewriter. The paint on the walls
are slowly peeling off and the ceiling is dripping onto a
bucket that has been placed right under it. As he rolls
his sleeves up, he slouches onto his dusty couch and
slowly removes his revolver from its holster. He takes all
the bullets out one by one very carefully, until only one
is left. He takes a moment and looks up, exhales and spins
it furiously. Before it stops spinning he clicks it back
into position. He pulls the hammer down and places it onto
his right temple. He briefly looks out through the window,
closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens,
the monologue starts and he grunts in a monotone manner,
as if he wanted it to happen, but not at the same time. He
puts the bullets back into the barrel and holsters the
revolver as he gets up. He sits on his leather chair,
facing his desk. His desk is messy, files and various
objects are cluttered everywhere. There is a dim lamp,
various case files and notes, a telephone, a pen pot, an
ash tray, a small fan and his name plaque facing the
client chairs. GAMBLE takes the various files and put them
all in one corner of the desk. He opens the right drawer
on his desk and picks up a cigar and lighter, both of
which are next to a bottle of JAMESON. He begins to light
and smoke it as he turns the chair around and faces his
blinded windows. He zones out into the neon lights of LAS
VEGASCut to the telephone ringing, he stands and
immediately picks up the phone as he carefully places his
cigar onto the ash tray. After a moment of picking up the
telephone, he nods in agreement. Instead of sitting back
in his chair, he leans on his desk, still smoking. Over
his shoulder, you see the silhouette of a women through
the glass pane of the door. She opens the door and the
camera pans from her feet to her face. LORELEI looks very
elegant and seductive in her dress as she glides into the
office with her purse and heels. GAMBLE takes no notice of
her beauty, he merely glances at her by looking over his
left shoulder and moves his head, as if he is telling her
to come and take a seat. She gracefully sits down, he
follows soon behind. He spins on his chair to face her. He
takes a deep drag and puts out his cigar for later use. He
blows out the smoke. He crosses his arms and tilts his
head at an angle as if he is asking her why shes in his
office. She smiles innocently and gently takes out a note
and slips it onto his table. One of his eyebrows raise
with intrigue. He picks it up and opens it. An emotionless
face turns to shock and fear. GAMBLE immediately jumps for
his gun, however LORELEI has one pointed to his head. She
tuts, cut to black.