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“The grave is a fine and private place, but not one I
seek to embrace.”--Andrew Marvell .
1(two-shot) Buck opens his eyes, blinks, groans
and tries to sit up.
Salina: Take it easy, big guy.
2(sound cue) piano and violins.
Buck, in a hoarse voice: Where am I?
Henry Wallace, leaning into the frame: You’re at my
fishing cabin along the Red River.
Buck: Am I dreaming?
Salina bent over and kissed him gently.
Buck: Yup, I’m dreaming.
The three of them laughed nervously, with Buck
coughing at the end.
Buck: If you are going to kiss things to make them
better, pucker up--we’re going to be here all day.
Salina: Now behave.
3(sound cue) awkward silence, then cellos.
4(close-up) Buck: I didn’t think I’d make it.
5(three-shot) Wallace: You damn near didn’t.
Salina: No one bothered to tell the Devil that you
were dancing on the edge.
Salina: You’ve been in a coma for five days.
Buck: Really? Then why don’t I feel more rested?
Again, the nervous laughter.
Buck: Christ, I feel like I was run over by a stage
coach, and stomped by the whole team.
Salina: I won’t tell you what you look like.
Buck: Like death warmed over?
Buck: Well, come on, somebody comb my hair.
Wallace: You are alive, thanks Jesus.
Buck: I’ll be sure to do that when I get a moment.
I guess I about wore out those angels on my shoulder.
Salina: Let’s say you definitely put a cramp in their
wings, for sure.
Buck: Why am I not arrested?
Salina: That’s a long tale for another time, a work
in progress. Just know, as far as we can tell, no
one is after you at the moment.
Buck: How can that be?
Salina: chuckling,”Honey, you blew the lid off the
whole damn town.
Buck: And that’s a good thing?
Wallace: Looks like it might work out that way. It’s
the strangest situation I’ve ever seen.
Buck: I’m all ears.
Salina: Later, sweetheart. In the meantime, you
leave all the worrying to me.
Buck: sighing, I can do that.
He closed his eyes and was immediately asleep.
Salina and her father exchanged small smiles.
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