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“Cunning & treachery are the offspring of incapacity.”
--Francis de la Rochefoucauld.
1(medium wide shot) hold on the Saloon set-up allowing
Buck to cross the frame left to right, from the front door
to the foot of the stairs.
2(sound cue) harmonica & banjo.
3(traveling crane shot) panning the startled faces of a couple
dozen men & several saloon girls:
--you crazy sonofabitch!
--who the fuck is that?
--he’ll be dead by nightfall.
4(medium close-up) Buck taking the stairs two at a time.
5(medium wide shot) Buck arriving at the landing
6(sound cue) snare drum snaps.
7(2-shot) The bearded bully guard from the tower with a shotgun
leveled at Buck.
8(shot expanding to 3 figures) as the blond whore from the adjoining
room peeked out from behind the guard.
9(sound cue) saxophone, short staccato notes.
10(medium close-up) the bearded guard:
--You done it now, Buffman!
--Buck: Done what?
--Guard: If you’re looking for trouble, you found it
--Buck: Actually, asshole, I’m looking for my pants.
11(angle on) the blond whore, mascara running down her cheeks,
eyes red from crying, shaking with rage & fear.
12(extreme close-up) the twin barrels of the old shotgun pointed
at the lens, filling the frame.
13(close-up) Buck, his face composed.
14(close-up) the bearded guard: Emma here says that you broke into
her room & murderously assaulted one of her best customers.
15(sound cue) violin & accordion.
16(medium two-shot) the blond prostitute stepped out from behind
the guard, her dress half torn off, her left breast exposed, her right
eye swelling from a new bruise.
17(close-up) Buck: she’s confused.
18(close-up) bearded guard: bullshit!
19(close-up) blond whore: fuck you!
20(close-up) Buck: then she’s a liar.
21(medium wide shot) revealing Millie standing three
risers up behind them, not saying a word.
22(medium close-up) blond whore: you crazy motherfucker--
you might have killed my Paully.
23(sound cue) a scream of insane rage.
24(sound cue) coronets & screaming.
25(three-shot) the diminutive blond rushing toward Buck,
her fists clenched, her arms windmilling.
26(medium close-up) she scratched at his bare chest & stomach,
then pounded on his legs, her arms a flurry;
27(sound cue) a woman’s blows connecting, with her huffing,
& grunting while delivering each punch, competing with blues
28 Buck does not defend himself, stoically accepting the
29(close-up) Buck’s face, staring unblinkingly at the guard.
30(close-up) the guard, his eyes wild, his teeth clenched.
31(medium close-up) the blond whore, suddenly exhausted,
collapsing to her naked knees, her arms at her sides.
32(sound cue) banjo & acoustic guitar.
33(close-up) blond whore, eyes shut, whimpering:
you killed Paully--you killed Paully....
34(two-shot) suddenly the whore comes to life, aiming
a short vicious jab at Buck’s crotch.
35(sound cue) pair of clarinets, high notes.
36(medium close-up) Buck backhand-slapping the woman,
with his left hand.
37(sound cue) the loud slap.
38(close-up) Buck drawing his Colt .41 with his right hand.
39(sound cue) a pistol pulling out of a shellacked leather holster.
40(close-up) the guard pulling the shotgun triggers.
41(sound cue) Two shotgun blasts & two loud pistol shots--
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