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“I like playing a “pressure cooker” kind of
character, where the lid’s on, and it’s left
to simmer for a long while.--Stellan Skarsgard.
1(two-shot) Wallace raced around the counter and
intercepted Buck before he reached the door.
Wallace: Wait, wait, wait, Hoss--his hands up in
Buck’s face. Are you going to do this legal. or are
you going to raise hellfire and maybe hurt some
Buck lowered his chin and glowered at Henry.
2(sound cue) a pistol cylinder spinning over harmonica.
3(close-up) Buck: No, Johnny and Mateo were right.
I’m just too damned naive to see it. I’m headed across
the street. When the sheriff gets back, you can tell
him where I am. I was standing here a moment ago
and I realized that I’ve been hiding behind aprons
and skirts, and that’s not for me. You go back
upstairs and watch over things. I have a man’s
work to do.
4(two-shot) Wallace: Use your head, son. You’ve
got friends here--and that should mean something.
Come on, you can’t take on Bronson alone. Christ,
you’ve got the law on your side.
Buck: Fuck it. He pushed past the storekeeper, and
stepped through the half doors.
5(cut to exterior, crane shot) Buck joined the throng
of Mateo’s friends at the base of the doctor’s steps.
The big Indian stood at his side.
Buck: Time for the nut-cutting.
He turned and started down the street toward the
CHINA DOLL. The Indian walked alongside.
6(sound cue) snare drum and coronet.
7(medium close-up) Buck unsnapped the stud over
his sawed off shotgun and jerked it from its holster.
He checked the load and holstered it. He did the
same with the Thunderer, the self-cocking Colt that
hung on his right hip. As tall men, they took big
steps, raising flour-like dust, even in the dark.
8(sound cue) drumbeat speeding up, joined by guitar.
9(overhead drone shot) As Buck and the Indian
passed the BRONSON HOUSE, a small group of
porch riders came to their feet and crossed the
dark street, falling in behind them. As they
approached the saloon, its front steps and
benches were barren.
10(cut to street level wide shot) Inside, the bright
lights, laughter, and out-of-tune bar piano blared.
Buck headed straight for it, stopping in front. The
red false front looked scarlet in the dim light. The
six foot high letters spelling CHINA DOLL were
rippled from being painted over thick uneven siding.
11(wide two-shot) Buck paused, addressing the
tall Indian: What’s your name?
Indian: I am a friend. I will cover your back. I have
no name until we both walk out of this place.
Buck tramped through the fancy swinging doors.
The Indian followed him in. No one else in the
crowd moved .
12(sound cue) snare drum bap, guitar strum.
13(cut to interior, POV from above, top of the
stairs) Buck and his companion stepped inside,
and the door shivered shut behind them.
14(cut to main floor wide shot--behind Buck and
the Indian) The din in the room went to all-stop.
Smoke hung in a blue haze over green felt tables,
masking some of the faces.
Hey, Indian! came a voice out of the smoke.
Get your red butt out of here! You fucking know
dirty Indians ain’t allowed in here. Go back to
Buck turned to his left. A short saloon guard stood
up in his cubicle, a pump shotgun in his arms. Buck
waited. No one else spoke up.
Guard: Did you hear me, redskin?
Buck: He’s with me. We didn’t come here to drink.
The guard flicked his eyes toward the bar. Thor
Bronson stood alone at the middle. He slowly
shook his head no.
Guard: Then see that he don’t.--sitting down.
What the hell do you want here?
another voice boomed across the room.
15(sound cue) base drum and clarinet.
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