Deer Hunter

The GUARDS let out expressions of disbelief. Those betting on
NICK begin taunting those betting on MERLE.
MERLE sits motionless, as if stunned, as if utterly defeated,
his brow furrowed in a mighty frown.
NICK pushes the revolver across the table. His face is
twitching but he gives the gesture a certain flair, as if
throwing back a challenge.
MERLE stares at the revolver -- stares at it with an
expression of utter gloom. Then he reaches out, takes the
revolver in his hand and pulls it toward him, as if he no
longer possessed the strength to pick it up.
MERLE (CONT'D)
(gloom)
Who's for Merle?
(he thumps his fist on the
table)
Is anyone for Merle???
MERLE roams a glowering eve over the watching GUARDS, as if