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“Our intentions can create our reality.”
1(sound cue) piano & banjo
2(close-up) Buck: “While we’re at it, we’ll pay a little
visit to Cash Bronson.”
3(two-shot) Johnny, over Buck’s shoulder: Maldito--
just like that--just dance into his office after what we
just went through with him?
4(two-shot) Buck: Sure, why not? The look on his
face will be priceless. He will never expect us so
5(medium close-up) Johnny: And what business will
we have with this hijo de puta ?
6(two-shot) Buck, over Johnny’s shoulder: I will make
him an offer to buy Chatawa. I figure he respects a
dollar more than most gents. I can pay him as much
as a hundred dollars. We’ll get the stud back before
Bronson gets used to having him.
7(sound cue) harmonica.
8(medium close-up) Johnny: My Buck, you have
cojones the size of apples--but I would not count on
that cabron accepting your offer. He is out to teach
you your place in his world.
9(close-up) Buck: We will walk in like the sunshine
boys, all smiling & neighborly, being positive--confident
he will sell.
10(overhead crane shot) Buck standing, Johnny working
on Bob’s leg. POV from the hayloft. A packrat scampers
through the frame with a red ribbon in its mouth.
11(sound cue) Johnny’s laugh.
12(two-shot) Johnny: Yes, There is a small chance you
can buy the stallion. For money, I think Bronson would
whore out his own mother at the China Doll.
13(medium close-up) Buck: I thought she already worked
there--some of those putas are pretty long in the tooth.
14(sound cue) both men laughing over saloon player piano.
15(medium wide shot) Buck slapped Johnny on the shoulder
& walked to the open barn door.
16(reverse wide shot) from outside, Buck standing tall in the
open doorway, the sun dipping toward the horizon, the
mustangs milling about in the adjacent corral.
17(two-shot) Buck facing the camera, Johnny to his left:
I tell you, we will make something out of this ghost ranch
18(medium close-up) Johnny: If we bring Chatawa back
here, he will stud his way into glory.
19(medium two-shot) Buck: Tomorrow we’ll head into
town & get some grub, some paint & lumber, & another
Johnny: What about wire ?
Buck: No fucking wire.
Johnny: Bronson strings barbed wire.
20(medium wide shot) Buck strolled out into the late
citrus sunshine, The Eagle concentrated on Bob’s leg.
21(sound cue) Voice-over, Johnny, over soft snare
drum brushing: Crazy as cago.
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