Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Blackthorne Episode 126

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 Cinemagenic 126


“People who have never had a broken heart will

never understand dead roses, sun breaks, truffles

Albinoni’s Adagio, neat brandy, the moon or drizzle.”

--Wendy Harmer

1(sound cue) piano and harmonica.

2(medium close-up) Bronson: his head down, his big

hands on his hips--Goddamn it, Mr. Buck, I swear, you

are a magnet for death. You are more trouble than my

town has ever seen.

3(close-up) Buck: Your town?

4(three-shot) Bronson: Blackthorne is going to take a

long spell to recover from a case of you.

Wallace: Truth be told, Cash, you’re the locust, not

him. He was born here. He belongs.

5(medium wide shot) Bronson stepped in closer to the

Sheriff: Where you hit, Joe?

Hop: In the pride.

Bronson: I doubt anyone ever died from that.

He said this without emotion, then turned on his heel,

and pushed his way back out to the street.

Hart, the blacksmith: We got to get you over to Doc’s.,

helping the sheriff to stand up.

Hop: NO! jerking himself free from the burly blacksmith.

He shook his head, squinting, swallowing hard.

No, you bring the sawbones to me. No one is going to

get to my prisoner--no one.

Wallace: Sorry, we can’t do that, Joe. You know how

busy he is right now. Christ, he’s got patients lying on

his damn stairs.

6(two-shot) Salina had both arms around Buck.

7(close-up) From her hand bag she pulled out a snub-

nosed Derringer, and stuffed it into the back of his pants.

For Buck the cold steel felt comforting.

8(medium close-up) Hop: Then someone let him know

to come over when he can. He waved his pistol at the

group in the doorway. Clear the hell out of here, all

of you!

9(close-up) Salina: I’ve got disinfectant and some 

bandages in my bag, plunking the bag onto Hop’s

desk, and starting to rummage through it.

10(sound cue) loud gunshot.

11(cut to medium wide shot) Hop fired his Colt

into the ceiling, and the bullet ricocheted off a

cell steel bar.

Hop: Henry, you and Salina stay, and everyone

else get the hell out of here!

People left quickly. Hart lingered for a moment

at the door, then closed it. Silence was sweet.

Buck sat down on a chair next to the pot-bellied

stove. He picked up two hunks of firewood from

an adjacent box, and stoked the dying embers

in the iron belly.

12(sound cue) The squeak of the stove door over

harmonica and banjo.

13(two-shot) Salina ripped hop’s bloody shirt sleeve

back, and dabbed cotton on the wound in his


14(cut to a wide-shot) Buck put a pan of water on the

stove, and Wallace stood by the window, watching

the street. Hop loaded his pistols.

Buck: Got any whiskey?

Hop: In the cupboard behind the coffee.

Wallace: What do you want to do with these bodies?

standing over the dead deputy.

Hop: Strip them of their hardware, and stack it on

my desk, then drag all four bodies outside onto the

boardwalk. They can be collected tomorrow. His

voice sounded raspy.

Salina: Untie your holster--the large cotton swab

matted with purple-black blood.

Hop did as he was requested, sliding his holster to

the side. He placed both .45s on the desk in front

of him. Wallace dropped four gun belts alongside

Buck’s Sharps.

Salina: You got another pair of pants?

Hop nodded, watching Wallace check the load on

Billy’s shotgun. The Sheriff’s cheeks fluttered, but

his jaw was set and he never winced in pain. Salina

cut the pant’s leg around the thigh wound, cutting

small pieces, and working them carefully out of the

torn swollen flesh, like peeling a peach with tweezers.

Wallace: This has been some goddamned night, as

he dragged the last intruder out of the door.

15(sound cue) saxophone and guitar.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub OLN


Sanaa Rizvi said...

I so love the quote you chose to accompany this installation. There is a certain hue to the ones who experience pain, loss, heartbreak.. perhaps a deeper level of wisdom is won as a consolation. I agree with Bronson haha .. Buck is the classic hero who is in the midst of action. Can't wait to read what happens next! It's always a pleasure to have you with us, Glenn. 💝💝

JadeLi said...

You have no idea how relieved I am that Bronson left without doing more damage than he did, that Hop will survive his wounds, and that Salina and her dad are holding down the fort until help arrives. I'm also glad the arms and ammo are plentiful and that Buck isn't locked in a cell. I love it that Hop called Bronson a locust!!!! You're right, Buck is the one who belongs!

Lona Gynt said...

Always keep your whiskey behind the coffee instead of in front of it, ore vice versa. You are so good at painting the dance and flow of action and emotion!

Dwight L. Roth said...

The bloody history of the wild west left many in this condition. Bullet wounds or dead ... doesn't seem like either option is very good, but I'll take the first over the second!

Kim M. Russell said...

I like the Wendy Harmer quote, Glenn, it goes well with this episode of Blackthorne. I also like the way Wallace and Salina have Buck’s back and Hop’s answer that he’s hit in the pride! I’m also impressed with the combination of sound effects and background music in 12’s sound cue.

Ingrid said...

Excellent delivery both in writing and spoken last night. I know you read different poems but they both had a dramatic quality, and when you said you used to be an actor this made perfect sense.

Merril D. Smith said...

Never a dull moment in this western! I'm glad they were able to get patched-up. It doesn't seem like this is the first time Salina has done this.

robkistner said...

It continues strong Glenn. Your epic stands proud and powerful. I enjoy following the plot. As always, nice work brother!

brudberg said...

This is great... there is some hope still... Bronson might not own the town after all.