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“A star shined brightly on the hour of our meeting.”
1(three-shot) Sheriff Hop: I thought you had already slapped leather,
--Hunter: Nope, didn’t want to miss the show.
2(medium close-up) the Eagle turned & placed his stoic gaze on the
tall buffalo hunter.
3(extreme close-up) Johnny’s eyes softening in recognition.
4(sound cue) an eagle’s scree over a choral harmony of it.
5(medium wide shot) a magnificent golden eagle dropped down out of the
bright blue landing on the peak of a nearby barn--
6(cut to close up) holding a sidewinder in its black beak; the wrought iron
rooster on the adjacent weather vane bowed its comb in earnest deference.
7(sound cue) Powerful wings flapping over harmonica huffing.
8(cut to two-shot) the hunter held out his hand with the silver in it.
--Ey, muy hombre--I think these belong to you.
9(angle on) Johnny, saying evenly, tight-lipped:
--You make it too easy for this pinche gordo to wriggle free.
10(angle on) the hunter: I seriously doubt he will crawl very far away; his tail
can be sliced off on another day--dropping the three silver dollars into the
wild-eyed Eagle’s retracted talons.
11(sound cue) French horn blast over snare drum brushing.
12(close-up) Graff: And just who in the bloody hell are you?
13(medium wide shot) the tall hunter whirled around to face down the angry
mound of gouty flesh.
14(medium close-up) the Sheriff: Buck, Rod Buck; some fellas tried to kill
him, & wounded the barber--you wouldn’t know anything about that, would
you, Mr. Graff?
15(extreme close-up) Johnny Eagle smiling without showing his teeth, deep
dimples creasing his lean tanned cheeks.
16(two-shot, angle on) Graff, over Buck’s shoulder: Well, Christ no--why
would I know anything about that? There’s gunplay in this town all the
His eyes darted back & forth, like a rodent cornered by cats:
Buck, you say--Rod Buck? I want to get all the facts straight before I make
my report to Mr. Bronson!
17(medium close-up) the Sheriff: So (pause)--Mr. Graff. Do you now have
all the facts straight?
18(sound cues) a wave of laughter from the crowd, interrupted by trumpet/
saxophone duo over an Indian snake rattle.
19(cut to a Titan overhead crane wide shot) a large crowd of onlookers
around the white-washed corral.
20(a tracking shot) following the rotund red-faced one as he hurumphed
& pushed his way through the crowd.
21( sound cues) unspecified wrangler dialogue:
--Are you going to let that greasy breed get away with this?
--Bronson will tear your ears off tor this shit!
--Quite a day, don’t you think?
22(musical sound cue) Morricone-like choral passage over cello & piano.
23(medium wide shot) People milling around. The corral gate has been
opened & ranch hands were leading the soot mustang out & walking it
toward the barns.
24(angle on) Graff as he enters a tall red door in his office, over which the
huge BRONSON AUCTIONS sign towered.
25(cut to medium wide shot) Buck, the Eagle, & Joe Hop, joined by a
thin black wrangler in a brown bowler hat & a bright red neckerchief, who
walked directly up to Johnny: Here are your el cuchillos.
26(two-shot) Johnny flashed his wide sardonic smile, took the wide
beaded belt with his knives & began buckling them on.
27(cut to new two-shot) Johnny facing the camera, with the Sheriff
behind him. Joe Hop: There will be no more trouble, right?
The Eagle folded his strong arms & nodded yes.
28(sound cue) piano, guitar, & violin.
29(cut to wide shot) The Sheriff & his skinny deputy dispersing the
30(close-up) the voracious eagle, its black eyes blinking, tearing
shreds of snake flesh off with its bloody beak.
31(sound cue) Indian branch flute fluttering.
32(cut to a two-shot) Rod Buck & Johnny Eaglestood suddenly alone in the dusty street facing each other.
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