INT. REAR OF OBSERVATION CAR—ROLLING. DAWN.
The moment of truth has arrived. The CROWD watches breathlessly as DOTTIE, her face filled with determination, blows on the dice in her balled fist and rattles them.
DOTTIE
C'mon, now, talk pretty to Momma.
Tell me what I want to hear. Five
and five makes me feel so alive.
Yeah—!
She leans over the table and lets the DICE fly.
The DICE slap against the back rail cushion of the table and rebound back onto the green-felt surface, tumbling over and over and over. Then after what seems an eternity…
…the FIRST DIE stops on “5” dots. GASPS.
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