Saturday, November 29, 2014

Blackthorne: Scene 31



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Blackthorne

Cinemagenic Thirty-One

Sipping & Jawing

“There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can
set upon the freedom of my mind.”--Virginia Woolf.

1(two-shot)
Wallace: So how are things out at Antlered Buck?
Buck: Pardon, what do you know about the ranch?
2(medium close-up) 
Wallace: I know it’s prime grazing land that’s been sitting idle
for a long time. I know that Bronson wants it--& I know that
someone has been paying the taxes every year like clockwork.
3(sound cue) sweet harmonica.
4(close-up) Buck, smiling: You are pretty well informed.
5(two shot) Wallace with angle over Buck’s broad shoulder.
--Hell’s fire, every dumb ass in town knows that much.
Buck: Really?
6(close up) Wallace, him smiling now:
--Yeah, a year or so ago, Bronson sent his foreman up to the county
seat at Silver City to find out the legal status of the place.
7(sound cues) Stagecoach rumbling by, dogs barking, piano chords.
8(medium close up) Buck just stared quietly at the old storekeeper.
9(angle on) Wallace:
--Word was that they don’t like the Bronsons much up there, & the county
clerk sent their bought-butts packing. 
10(two shot)
Buck: What was the verdict?
Wallace: Christ’s eyes, son, you know what it was--the ranch is legally owned.
Buck: No shit?
This time it was Wallace that did the staring.
11(close-up) Buck:
--Well, yeah.....I think it is about time for me to take up residence again.
I got some plans for fixing it up.
12(medium two-shot)
Wallace: Might be tricky if you need a loan; Bronson owns the fucking
bank too.
Buck: Money is not really an issue.
13(wider two-shot)
Wallace swallowed the last of the home hooch in his metal cup, & set
it down on a shelf; Buck did the same with his.
14(sound cue) clink-clink, one cup after the other.
15(tighter two-shot) 
Buck was staring at a colorful Mexican serape hung on the wall.
Wallace: Boy..
Buck met his gaze.
Wallace: I knew your Pa. 
16(sound cue) banjo & saxophone.
17(medium wide shot) Cut to the front door opening, its welcoming
bells chirping.
18(medium close-up) A young woman with raven-black hair rushes into
the store. Her flashing green eyes were angry as she strode deliberately
up to the men. Her starched white blouse has Spanish lace at the neck
& bodice, & it rose & fell over large breasts. Her buckskin riding outfit was
spotted with gray-white dust.
19(three-shot) with her back to the camera. She carried a small riding quirt,
& wore high top black boots without spurs. The backside of her leather skirt
was shiny from much riding.
20(close-up) The Woman:
--God damn it, Dad! I just heard you’ve been mouthing off to Joe Hop. Jesus,
that was real smart. 
21(three-shot) Wallace in the middle, replying calmly, quite accustomed to
her emotionalism:
--Salina--this is Mr. Rod Buck.
22(sound cue) guitar & cello chords.
23(medium close-up) Salina:
--I know who he is. 


Glenn Buttkus

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16 comments:

Mary said...

Ah, you leave us in suspense again, Glenn. Now I want to know what Salina knows about Buck!! (I guess I will have to wait for next month's segment..smiles.)

Brian Miller said...

oh my, how does she know who he is? we have not met her yet right? could be a love interest for buck...and at the same time...i feel the war is a coming all the faster....

Gabriella said...

Now I wonder why you introduced the ranch and Salina. This is getting quite suspenseful, Glenn. You have us hooked.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Actually, G., the ranch has been explained about a lot in the first dozen episodes/scenes. Salina, is a different story; just time to introduce another major character; with several more to come.

notenoughpoetry.com said...

I like her name, Glenn. Your characters are always very vivid.

Björn Rudberg said...

You leave us with yet another cliff - hanger.. How to fix this puzzle is for me yet another challenge.

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Banjo and sax, script and verse: poetry is such an odd proscenium into this vintage Western. Half of the poem are the technical details of staging, are as much the language as the dialogue. You continue to refine this style; I haven't read many scripts, but I suppose that once accustomed to the trappings one quickly moves into the center of the action. The poem is a length of that film, a scene which stands in for the whole as a poem must. Hmmm.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Brendan, when you look at an actual screenplay, it is almost a bare bones outline. As movie buff & ex-actor, I decided to create a form, Cinemagenic, that allows a reader to experience the entire movie, as I would write it & direct it on the screen of their mind.

Victoria said...

I really like the inclusion of sound in this scene--and, as usual, your voice seems so authentic. Do we wait now, what? two months, for the next installation?

Alex Dissing said...

It has been awhile since I have read your work, Glenn, & it's still engaging as ever.

quest4peas said...

Always amazed at the technical details that make your story that much more than a mere script.

Kate Mia said...

Even though the 60's were much later than this.. this still reminds me much of my little town in North Florida that initially was called hell because of the expanse of briars to be transversed across the river banks that i was raised on....

People really knew each other in town then.. and there was no escaping that culture if one wanted to live...

But today.. it is so much different as most everyone looks straight ahead in what was once a dime store.. now SUPER WALMART....

i truly miss those days of front porches and the human connection that so far outweighed AM radio and 3 black and white channels on TV...

And working in a Bowling Center until eventually home entertainment ran it out of Military Style.. was a little like working in a saloon with salty sailors drunk with those girls who loved to party.. late with whomever suited their fancy of the day....

Society is so cold today as compared to then..

But perhaps the saddest part of all..

Is some folks that are born today don't even have a reference point.. other than stories like this that do bring it all back to me.. even though they are from longer before my time.. where social truly meant something in small town life...:)

Prajakta said...

I enjoyed this Glenn! Although, I think I will have to do some more reading to truly grasp the links.

As always, I really love the form you adopt to write your poems.

JodetteP said...

Interesting style in this piece, loved the stage directions as well as the change into this vintage american set. The poem/script got more and more intense as the plot furthered... and your voice narrating really worked well :) You have us lost in suspense! can't wait for more!!

Marina Sofia said...

When is the next bit coming along? You have left us on tenterhooks, haven't you?

Truedessa said...

Well, that peaked my interest ..what does she know?..hmm pondering. I will stay tuned..