Blackthorne--Scene Twenty-One

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Blackthorne

Cinemagenic Twenty-One

Warning

“People have been warning us that language has been

going to the dogs ever since Latin started turning into

French.”--John  McWhorter.

1(medium shot) angle on the interior of Millie’s room.

2(sound cue) violin & harp.

3(two-shot) Buck enters the room with Millie shadowing him,

closing the door behind them.

4(sound cue) the spin of a Colt revolver cylinder.

5(close-up) two empty brass pistol shell casings hitting the floor.

6(sound cue) the spent ammunition hitting the wood floor.

7(medium close-up) Buck thumbing out two fresh cartridges

from his shell belt, & replacing them in the Colt .41.

8(two-shot) Millie bends over, the blanket slipping off her naked 

breasts, picks up the empty shells, then walks over to her open

window, while Buck unbuckles his gunbelt & plunks it on the bed.

9(medium shot) Millie tosses the empty shells out of the window.

10( sound cue) the casings rolling across the roof.

11( hold the shot) in the foreground, Buck begins pulling on 

his tight leather leggings:

--Buck: who is this Paully?

12(medium close up) Millie is staring out of the window, with

her back to Buck:

--Millie: trouble.

13(sound cue) blues guitar double-slide.

14(close-up) Buck: what kind of trouble?

15(two-shot) Millie turns to face the man;

--you’d better ride on.

16 Buck is pulling on his boots:

--ride on to where?

17(medium close-up) Millie: out of this town, to nowhere, to where

ever the hell you came from.

18(sound cue) small bells chiming over Buck’s rough laughter.

19(two shot) Millie’s back to the camera, Buck pulling his

buckskin shirt over his head, his abs flexed.

--Buck: lady, I’m through riding; this is the last stop,

the end of the line; Iife has run out of rails.

--Millie: then you are probably dead; can’t you hear the

guns cocking all over town?

20(sound cue) harmonica slide then huffing.

21(medium close-up) Buck’s head emerging out of the

shirt, smiling: --maybe.

22(medium two-shot) over Buck’s shoulder, angle

on Millie: that was Bronson’s little brother you tossed

out that window like a sack of goat shit.

23(reverse two-shot) over Millie’s shoulder.

--Buck:  Bronson, huh?  he’s got his brand on most things

around here.

--Millie: on the townspeople too, Cash Bronson is the king 

toad in this horseshit burg. 

24(close-up) Buck: yeah, yeah, the Jefe’ --well he & I

are going to have to parlay sooner or later. 

--Millie was silent.

25(sound cue) saloon piano, pioneer fiddle.

26(two-shot) Millie sits on the bed next to Buck--they

both stare blankly out the window.

27(sound cue) a tom cat’s yowl.

28(tighten the two-shot) Millie rests her head against

Buck’s thick shoulder, her long red hair covering one eye.

--Buck: tell me about Paully.

--Millie: Paul Bronson; he’s the little brother. You did a fine 

job of introducing yourself to him over in Lulu’s room.

29(sound cue) accordion & clarinet.

30(close-up) Buck: so what the fuck’s the matter with

the crazy blond?

31(medium close-up) Millie: she thinks that Paully

is her lover.

32(two-shot) Buck: didn’t appear to me that they were exactly making

love over there.

--Millie: Paully is a piece of arrogant dog shit, hides big time

behind his brothers--Lulu loves him regardless; but then

no one can say she is the sharpest tool in the shed.

33(medium shot) Buck stands up:

--does he treat her like that on a daily basis?

--Millie: only when he is shit-faced drunk. He always comes

crawling back afterward, his mouth full of sorry, & his dick

in his hand.

--Buck: sounds like a real humanitarian.

34(medium close-up) Millie: he stays here most of the time;

his brothers stay out at their hacienda while he hangs around

here drinking, whoring, gambling, & picking fights.

35(sound cue) banjo & jazz brushing.

36(two-shot) Buck: anybody ever stand up to him?

--Millie: You’re the only one still standing.

--Buck: his brothers settle things for him?

37(close-up) Millie: you haven’t heard about Thor?

Glenn Buttkus

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