Blackthorne--Scene Fifteen

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Blackthorne

Cinemagenic Fifteen

Prelude

“Sometimes you just need to convey character, what’s

happening in people’s lives, without prelude, without

context--instant immersion.”--Michael Mann

1(sound cue) French horns, deep low spurts.

2(cut to medium wide shot) the interior of Millie’s room.

3(sound cue) a couple laughing.

4(hold the shot) as the door opens; Millie enters the room,

playfully pulling on Buck’s hand as he follows her.

5(voice overs)

--Buck: did a cat piss in here?

--Millie: just the exciting smell of heavenly sex.

--Buck: I appreciate the bonus.

--Millie: no extra charge.

6(camera pans the room) a whore’s nest; one small dresser

with a stained knitted doily under a ceramic white pitcher

with blue Dutch windmills on it, alongside a large red bowl

& a crude bar of homemade soap--a worn red overstuffed

love seat, faded golden crowns & roses embroidered on

it, a fresh blue towel draped over the back, a half-bottle

of Kentucky bourbon on a small bedside table, accompanied

by two face-down shot glasses, with one large window

overlooking the roof outside above the alley, ancient red

velveteen curtains pulled closed, the morning sunlight playing

peekaboo in the slit between them.

7(sound cue) harmonica & accordion.

8(cut to an angle behind the bed) Millie, forcing a giggle, bends

down and scoops up two teddy bears, one black-one white, her

ample bosom flashing deep powdered cleavage. Buck is behind

her bolting the door. 

9(medium close up) the stuffed bears being dropped into a

wicker basket.

10(hold the shot, cut to) a calendar on the red & black wallpaper;

depicting a herd of buffalo crossing in front of a train.

--Buck: why is it so damn dark in here?

What are we, fucking spiders?

--Millie: we certainly are not spiders, but I think there

might be some fucking going on real soon.

11(sound cue) guitar chords.

12(cut to outside the window) as we witness Buck opening the

thick red curtains & raising the window.

13(sound cues) the whooosh of curtain hooks on a rod,

and the heavy clunk of the window striking the top of

the frame.

14(cut back to the interior of the room) Millie stands with her

back to the camera, Buck stands with his arms folded, still

wearing his hat. She begins to untie, unsnap, & unbutton.

15(sound cues) perky violin accompanied by snaps & pops

16(reverse shot) Buck’s back to the camera, Millie facing him

full-frontal. She steps out of her black gown, tossing it onto

the toy basket, then quickly unbuttons her undergarments,

sliding them down & off. 

17(medium shot) Millie standing very naked in front of him,

her long curly red hair cascading on her shoulders, her skin

pale white & freckled, her breasts lifted up, light- pink nipples

and tiny blue veins under more freckles, her small hands

on her wide hips, her genital bush a soft auburn.

18(sound cue) sweet violin & banjo.

19(close-up) her face; red-orange locks covering one cheek,

pale blue eyes twinkling, white teeth flashing between deep

red lipstick borders, clumps of cute freckles evident beneath

the make-up, powder, & rouge in the morning’s glare; almost

pretty, almost genuine. 

20(close-up) his face, stoic, almost emotionless, but his eyes

seemed pleased with her nudity. 

21(two-shot) her POV, over her naked back & shoulders, as

Buck tossed his flat black hat onto the floor, then pulled his

buckskin shirt over his head, his rock-hard abs flexed as he

dropped the shirt onto the love seat. He unbuckled his wide

gun belt & plunked it onto the cushions.

22(sound cue) snare drum taps & castanets.

23(close-up) the gun belt, coiled like a leather serpent, the

ivory grip of the Thunderer partially covering the bright brass

Colt .41 cartridges, the thick sawed-off caged & brutal. 

24(cut to medium close-up) Millie very naked on a red quilt,

her plump arms behind her head, her milk-white breasts

drooping right & left. 

25Millie: shake a wing, honey. You’re my first this morning,

& I’m dying for it.

26(sound cue) a cat screeching, a dog barking loudly.

27(several jump cut close-ups)

--her watery-blue eyes, partially closed, lids painted purple.

--a red flowered ribbon in her tangled locks.

--her breasts, large as hillocks, filling the screen, the nipples

erect, mere companions rather than a perky pair.

--her undulating stomach rippled with flappy rolls, twitching.

--heavy drops of sweat already forging trails in the powder.

28(medium two-shot) Buck sits on the side of the bed.

29(close-up) he fondles her left breast.

30(sound cue) Indian branch flute.

31(insert shots)

--a lone lover’s teepee beside a gurgling creek.

--a hawk perched on a meat drying rack, pecking at venison

strips.

--yellow wild flowers dotting the grass.

--soft white smoke drifting from the top of the teepee.

32(sound cue) a young maiden’s laughter.

33(close-up) Buck, his mind wandering. 

Glenn Buttkus

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