INT.

DETECTIVES OFFICE- NIGHT- LAS VEGAS

The shot opens on a peculiar revolver. It slowly cranes
out from the gun as the credits are rolling in the
foreground. The shot pans, and the door opens as a very
exhausted GAMBLE stumbles through.
Shutting the door, he drags himself towards a coat hanger
and begins to take off his trench coat, suit jacket and
tie. He throws them carelessly onto it and the tie falls
to the floor.
The office is very worn down and dilapidated. It is also
very blank in terms of decoration. There is a desk, a
chair, a couple of cabinets, a typewriter, a lamp, a
bottle of whiskey and a picture portrait. 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 desk chair.
Noticing the gun on the desk he picks it up and starts to
examine it. He slowly takes all the bullets out one by one
very carefully, until only one is left. He takes a moment
and looks up and sees the portrait of his deceased family.
Sadness corrupts his face.
As he couldnt bear with the fact that his family portrait
was in front of him, he gently folds it on to the table.
With a nervous intake of breath, he spins barrel and cocks
it into place. Slowly placing it onto his head, he shuts
his eyes and pulls the trigger.