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DRAWING DEAD

written by

Anthony Pittore & C.J. Greene

818.274.9348
AnthonyPittore@outlook.com

562.639.5050
Chris@CJGreene.com
FADE IN:

INT./EXT. ANGIE’S SUV - DAY

The factory pre-owned Hyundai Tucson hums as it idles in


front of a nondescript grey building.

Inside the car, a TALK RADIO HOST drones on inaudibly as


ANGELICA 'ANGIE' LEONE (70, White) taps her hands anxiously
on the steering wheel.

Her eyes bounce between the building in front of her and the
car’s glove compartment. She pops it open to reveal a thin
brown envelope and a handgun.

Angie grabs the envelope and exits the car.

INT. JADE GARDEN AMUSEMENT HALL - MAIN FLOOR - DAY

To call The Jade a ‘casino’ would be a compliment.

The seedy gambling hall overflows with CHAIN-SMOKING


DEGENERATES, packed like sardines around Craps, Blackjack,
and Pai-Gow tables.

Angie winds through the tables. Her yoga pants and black New
Balances are designed for comfort, not style.

A mild limp haunts her from injuries past as she makes her
rounds through the lively card games. She SHOUTS greetings
and shakes an occasional hand.

ANGIE
Tony, how are you, sweetie?
(to another)
I see you too, Vince. Looking good.

She seems to know everyone and everyone seems to know her.

ANGIE
How's it going, Oscar? Did you lose
some weight?

OSCAR, a rotund man at a Three Card table, sets his sandwich


onto the felt, much to the chagrin of the DEALER.

OSCAR
I’ll take the compliment even if
you’re just yankin’ my chain.

He reaches out a mustard-stained hand and Angie shakes.


2.

ANGIE
At least someone’s yankin’ it, pal.

They laugh as Angie slides through a row of seats, now aware


of the condiment smeared on her hand.

She looks up for the bathroom and directs her path toward it.

RICO, playing at a blackjack table, calls to her with a


BOOMING BARITONE.

RICO
Hey Angie, I thought you said you
weren't coming around here no more?

ANGIE
Just dropping something off. I'm
not playing and, if my grandbaby
asks, I wasn't even here.

A cell phone RINGS from Angie’s pocket and she pulls it out.

A FaceTime call comes through from “Sweet Virginia.”

ANGIE
Ears must’ve been burning.

She goes to answer but holds up when she realizes where she is.

ANGIE
Shit.

She hurries to the bathroom and bumps open the door.

INT. THE JADE - BATHROOM - DAY

Angie’s iPhone continues to CHIME as she checks the empty


stalls and locks the bathroom door behind her.

She spots her reflection in the mirror and ties her frizzy
hair into a quick ponytail.

She plasters on a wide smile as he answers it.

The screen lights up with the face of VIRGINIA WALKER (24,


mixed-race), but her brown curls and bright smile are
flipped.

ANGIE
Hey sweetheart! Why are you
upside down?
3.

VIRGINIA
Flip me over, grandma.

Angie flips the phone backwards. Virginia now faces the wall.

ANGIE
Now I can’t see you at all.

VIRGINIA
(sighs)
Other way.

Angie flips it back and Virginia’s face now upright.

ANGIE
I know. I'm just messing with you.
I may be old, but I’m not totally
senile. Yet.

VIRGINIA
Sure. Are you on your way? We've
got enough of a crowd here that I
think you and Dad will be able to
avoid each other.

ANGIE
You sure your father won't throw a
fit when I show up?

Virginia GROANS in annoyance.

VIRGINIA
Stop. Dad’s rules are not my rules.
I’m an adult and I decide who can
or can't come to my baby's reveal
party. Just hurry up.

ANGIE
I’m out running a quick errand,
then I'll head right over.

Virginia's brow furrows.

VIRGINIA
What kind of an errand?

This sounds more like an accusation than a question.

ANGIE
If you must know, you caught me in
the restroom.

VIRGINIA
Restroom where, grandma?
4.

ANGIE
Just out. Don't worry about it,
sweetie. I wouldn't miss my
granddaughter's baby shower. I'll
be there.

Virginia's frown softens.

VIRGINIA
It's a gender reveal party,
grandma. But I do worry. You know
that.

ANGIE
You know, it's a very different
world when a woman can get scolded
by her granddaughter through a
little computer in her hand.

VIRGINIA
You won’t have to worry about me
scolding you anymore if you’re
doing what I think you’re doing.

Angie’s smile drops away at this.

Virginia notices.

VIRGINIA
(squints)
Is that mustard in your hair?

ANGIE
Did you need me to pick something
up on the way? Or are you just
calling to give your grandma a hard
time?

Virginia relents.

VIRGINIA
No. Just you is enough. Don't take
too long, okay? I want you here for
when we do the big reveal.

ANGIE
Then I’ll be there.

VIRGINIA
(smiles, satisfied)
Good. See you in a bit. Love you!

ANGIE
Love you too.
5.

Virginia blows a kiss and the call ends.

Angie's smile fades as she stares at her own tired eyes in


the reflection of the black screen.

She turns the sink on and washes the mustard off her hand.

INT. THE JADE - POKER ROOM - DAY

Angie looks out over the sea of a dozen or so tables. Almost


every seat in the tight room is filled with PLAYERS and DEALERS.

At the Cashier Window, the room manager SAM HUANG (40s,


Chinese) tests the limit of a single button on his grey
pinstripe suit.

SAM
Angie! Just the lady I was
looking for!

He flashes a chubby-cheeked smile and waves Angie over.

ANGIE
Bet you were. I got it, don't worry.

She holds out an envelope to Sam.

SAM
Nah, we’ll worry about that later.
Your boy’s looking good up there.

He points up at a mounted TV on which a news broadcast


silently plays clips of a press conference.

ON THE SCREEN: With his pressed grey suit and brown wavy hair
styled into an immaculate business part, MICHAEL WALKER (47,
White) is literally groomed for success.

The headline below reads: “Manhattan A.D.A. Michael Walker


promises crackdown on gangs, police corruption, opioids.”

SAM
How did a schlub like you make a
shooting star like that, huh?

ANGIE
His dad did all the work, believe me.

SAM
(leans in, hushed)
We need to talk.
6.

ANGIE
I already told you, I have your money.

She holds out the envelope again.

SAM
And I told you we’ll worry about
that later. This is more important.

Angie feigns astonishment.

ANGIE
There’s something more important
than paying a debt to Sam Huang?
Did I wake up in some kind of
alternate universe this morning?

SAM
It's only because I know you can
truly appreciate its magnificence.
Take a look.

He points at the table in the furthest corner.

The light there is lower, but the chip-stacks are much higher.

High value chips splash onto the felt like the fountains of
the Bellagio. It’s truly a sight to behold.

ANGIE
What am I looking at?

SAM
You’re whale-watching, my friend.
Peep seat three.

Angie's eyes scan along the table until they land upon THE
WHALE (50s, Chinese), a diminutive man who would likely die
if his massive chip stack collapsed on top of him.

The smoking Super Slim looks obnoxiously long in his dainty


hand as he ashes it into a tray. A bowl of food sits on his
other side.

SAM
A fish so big you’ll need two nets
to carry all your chips.

ANGIE
Looks like he’s doing pretty well
for a fish.
7.

SAM
Nuh uh. He's down at least five
large. Bought in for twenty.

ANGIE
What happened to two grand max?

Sam shrugs.

SAM
Rest of the players okayed it, so
management okayed it. Best of all,
it’s ripe for the plucking for a
nit like you.

Angie watches the action a moment longer but shakes herself


out of it.

ANGIE
Sorry, Sam. You know I’m off
it. Besides, I've got places to
be today.

She once more holds the envelope out to Sam, who clasps it in
his hand, but neither let go as they lock eyes.

SAM
Angie, c'mon. I hate to bring this
up, but there's a lot of talk
right now.

ANGIE
Yeah? Talk about what?

Sam nods over to a table where COBB (40s, Black) laughs at a


joke he just told to the table. To put it simply, he is a big
fucking dude.

Cobb catches Angie’s stare. His expression sours and his


massive biceps involuntarily flex with detest.

SAM
Last I heard, you still owe Cobb
six and judging by the white-girl-
thin envelope you’re handing me,
you've got another couple thou
still outstanding with yours truly.

ANGIE
Sam, like I said, I’m off it.

Angie tries to let go of the envelope, but Sam clenches his


hand around Angie’s.
8.

ANGIE
What the hell are you--

SAM
If you were to owe money to someone
like Cobb and someone like Cobb
were to find out you passed up on
that Golden fucking Goose over
there, then someone like Cobb
probably wouldn't be too happy. And
neither would someone like me.

ANGIE
And you’re gonna be the one who
tells someone like Cobb, huh?

Sam shrugs.

SAM
Just business, bro. Even if I do
like your old ass.

ANGIE
I'm not your 'bro.'

Another tense moment, then she relents.

ANGIE
Fine. Aren't giving me much of a
choice I guess.

Sam releases his grip on her hand.

ANGIE
But I’m not staying long. If this
guy doesn't start bleeding chips
right away, I'm out.

The cherubic smile returns to Sam’s face.

SAM
That’s all I ask, sista. Let’s get
you some chips.

Sam punches in the passcode for the Cashier’s Office, counts


out some chips, and slides them under the partition to Angie.

ANGIE
What’s this? There’s like five
grand here.
9.

SAM
Told you he lifted the buy-in.
You can’t go in there with some
limp-dick stack. He’ll run all
over you.

ANGIE
You know if I lose this, I'm
fucked.

SAM
Then don’t lose it.

Sam SLAMS down the CLOSED WINDOW partition as Angie stares


down at her new chips.

INT. JADE GARDEN - POKER ROOM - LATER

The game is in full swing around Angie, her chip stack a bit
smaller than her original buy-in.

The Whale tosses in a bet. Around him, OTHER PLAYERS muck


their cards in frustration.

To Angie's right sits CLYDE (80s), whose wrinkled arm shakes


into Angie as he struggles to check his cards.

ANGIE
You think I could get a little room
here, sir?

CLYDE
(shouts)
What?

Clyde folds and turns up his hearing aid, then leans in


toward Angie.

CLYDE
What did you say?

ANGIE
Nothing.

Angie turns to the player on her left, DAX (20s, White), who
impatiently cups his hands around the brim of his baseball cap.

ANGIE
You’d think they’d have rules
about gambling away your Social
Security.
10.

DAX
Aren’t you like the same age?

Angie looks unsure whether to laugh or break the kid’s nose.

ANGIE
Yeah, good luck, kid.

She peeks down at her cards and sees a PAIR OF KINGS (K♠K♦).
He lets the cards drop and casually tosses in a raise.

THE WHALE
Someone finally comes out to play.

Angie looks up to find The Whale staring at her. Even through


his sunglasses, Angie can feel the daggers.

ANGIE
Looks like it.

The rest of the players fold. The Whale faux-bows to the DEALER.

THE WHALE
We await our fates.

The Dealer knocks on the table, burns a card, then flops


three more onto the felt: 10♠ 3♥ 8♣.

Harmless for Angie.

The Whale reaches toward his stack and slides a tower of


chips into the middle.

THE WHALE
Two thousand.

Angie glances down at her chips, only a couple thousand more


than The Whale's bet. She pushes them all forward.

ANGIE
I’m all in.

The Whale appraises him for a second with a shit-eating smirk.

THE WHALE
Yeah sure, whatever.

He tosses the chips in to call and flips over A♥8♣.

Angie flips her Cowboys over with a smile.

The Whale wags a finger at the pair of kings.


11.

THE WHALE
Don’t count your chips yet.

The Dealer burns and turns a 2♣. No change.

THE WHALE
(singsong)
Here he comes.

He points at the table as the Dealer flips the river: an 8♦.

Other players GROAN and MUTTER as the card is shown.

Angie SLAPS the table in anger.

THE WHALE
Ta da!

The Whale pulls in the chips from the pot and stacks more
towers in front of him.

A fortress forms before Angie’s eyes and she’s pissed.

Angie WHISTLES and signals “five” with his hand to Sam, who
carries over another tray and arranges the chips on the table.

THE WHALE
Ooh yummy, more chippies.

He mimes chopsticks in the air toward Angie’s stack.

ANGIE
Why don't we just shut up and
play, huh?

THE WHALE
Whatever you want.

The Whale looks down at his newly dealt pocket cards and dances
a little as he gathers chips then tosses them in the pot.

DEALER
Six hundred.

The Whale’s constant big bets clearly agitate the other Players,
who toss their hands back at the dealer with noticeably more zip
than usual.

The action comes back around to the visibly frustrated Angie


who looks down at his hand: K♥Q♥.

She throws in a call, followed by Dax’s call.


12.

The rest of the players fold.

THE WHALE
Oh look, more want to play with
daddy.

He picks a piece of food from the bowl next to him and holds
it down toward the ground where an over-groomed PEKINGESE
chomps the food from his hand.

The Dealer flops the next three cards: J♥ 2♠ 5♥. A flush draw
for Angie.

The Whale bets a thousand. Angie studies him, then throws in


a call.

Dax also makes the call, but Angie watches only The Whale.

The Dealer flips the turn, an 8♣. No good for Angie.

THE WHALE
Daddy hits everything.

He splashes $1,500 into the pot. The flying chips cause the
other players to clamor.

CLYDE
These damn kids have no table
etiquette anymore.

The Whale, who has plenty of grey hair of his own, wags a
finger at Clyde.

THE WHALE
Who you calling a kid, old man?
Better watch it or I’ll take all
your money like I’m doing to her!

He turns his wagging finger toward Angie, who grits his teeth.

DEALER
Gentlemen, please. You won't see this
river till you've all calmed down.

THE WHALE
I’m calm, baby. I’m calm.

DEALER
(to Angie)
Bet is fifteen hundred.

Angie tosses in the call. Dax calls behind her.


13.

The Dealer flips the river: 9♥. Angie hits his flush. The
Whale points his finger at Angie and Dax.

THE WHALE
I bet whatever they have.

Angie barely thinks and pushes the remainder of her chips in


the middle.

Dax follows immediately behind.

THE WHALE
Three boys, just like I like it.

He flips over two black Jacks (J♣J♠) for a set.

Angie GUFFAWS and flips her own cards over revealing the
superior flush.

ANGIE
Don't have me this time.

The Whale flushes with anger and narrows his eyes at the
Dealer, but he quickly recovers his cold exterior and waves
it off.

Angie shrugs & reaches for the chips.

DAX
I was in the hand too, man.

Dax flips over A♥10♥. A higher flush, the only hand better.

Angie is stunned. She stands to leave the table as Dax scoops


up his bounty.

THE WHALE
I guess we’re all going to take
your money tonight, pig.

Angie shakes out of her shock at the loss and redirects his
emotions toward The Whale.

ANGIE
What did you just say?

THE WHALE
You heard me.
(lifts nose, piglike)
Oink oink.
14.

ANGIE
Who the fuck do you think
you are?

THE WHALE
I’m your biggest fan, but I
guess you have to go away now.

The Whale gestures at the lack of chips in front of Angie.

ANGIE
(to the Dealer)
I’ll be back.

Seething, Angie signals to Sam with all ten fingers: $10,000.

She exits the now significantly less-crowded Poker Room, her


limp more severe in her mental anguish.

INT. THE JADE - BATHROOM - NIGHT

For the first time, we see through the window that night has
fallen outside in the hours Angie has been playing.

Her breath HEAVES as she grabs the sink for support and
stares at her sweat-glazed face in the mirror.

Once steady, she pulls out her phone. Six missed calls from
Virginia.

ANGIE
Shit.

Angie opens her Police Credit Union app and inputs her pin.
Her balance appears: $419.52.

She puts the phone away and rubs the back of her neck anxiously.

ANGIE
You'll make it up to her. You can
get it back. C’mon. You can get it
back.

She throws a rage-filled PUNCH, denting the paper towel dispenser.

ANGIE
Fuck!

She pauses, gulping air and flexing her pained hand as she
tries to calm down--

-- then RIPS OFF the dispenser completely.