Dances with Wolves Page #28

DANCES WITH WOLVES

I'm here.

EXT. VILLAGE - DAY

Dances with Wolves and Stands With A Fist are walking through

the village, talking and pointing things out to each other.

STANDS WITH A FIST

(slowly in english)

Grass grows on the prairie.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

(not sure in Sioux)

Fire lives on the prairie.

Stands With A Fist chuckles but politely checks herself.

STANDS WITH A FIST

Wrong.

She smiles and tries again.

STANDS WITH A FIST

(in english)

That man is a fighter.

He really wants to get one right on the first try. His brows

come together as he concentrates.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

Again.

He listens hard.

STANDS WITH A FIST

That man is a fighter.

Dances With Wolves thinks some more. When he speaks it is

with quiet confidence.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

(in english)

Alright... I have it...

(in Sioux)

That man...

STANDS WITH A FIST

Yes...

DANCES WITH WOLVES

Is...

Dances With Wolves' eyes get big. He leans forward for

emphasis his whole face lit with the joy of having the right

answer.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

A... bone!

Stands With A Fist doubles up and falls onto her side,

laughing all the way.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

A bone... right?

Stands With A Fist doesn't really hear. She's rocking back

and forth on the floor of the arbor, laughing so hard that

her eyes are tearing.

Her laughter subsides to an occasional chuckle but Dances

With Wolves is quiet. He gazes at her face.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

What is the word for beautiful?

Stands With A Fist hesitates in her answer, meeting his gaze.

A little boy pokes his head in.

LITTLE BOY:

What are you doing here?

The moment is broken. Stands With A Fist brings herself to

respond.

STANDS WITH A FIST

It is hot. We are sitting in the

shade.

This makes so much sense to the little boy that he trots in

and flings himself on Stands With a Fist's lap. Then a squirm

or two.

LITTLE BOY:

I'm hungry.

STANDS WITH A FIST

Alright.

Stands With A Fist leads the little boy off to a lodge. Dances

With Wolves watches her walk away. From out of nowhere, Smiles

A Lot appears. He's been milling about the arbor

eavesdropping, and looks over to Dunbar with a teasing smile.

SMILES A LOT:

...a bone.

INT. KICKING BIRD'S LODGE - NIGHT

Black Shawl is settling the youngest children in for bed,

Stands With A Fist is playing with the oldest of the children.

They're setting up a child's tipi.

BLACK SHAWL:

How is Dances With Wolves?

Stands With A Fist stares straight ahead as if she were

wondering the same thing. Which she was.

STANDS WITH A FIST

What do you mean?

BLACK SHAWL:

How is he learning?

STANDS WITH A FIST

He learns well... he is fast.

Case closed, she goes back to playing and Black Shawl

continues putting the kids to bed.

She looks again at Stands With A Fist wondering "what did

you think I meant?"

EXT. KICKING BIRD'S LODGE - DAY

Dunbar is sitting on Cisco. It's plain he's been waiting for

someone.

Stands With A Fist pulls aside the lodge flap, she's lugging

a couple water bags.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

You go for water?

His Sioux is perfect, and she smiles.

STANDS WITH A FIST

Yes.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

Let us take you.

EXT. RIVER TRAIL - DAY

Cisco makes his way down the river trail, he shies at the

flurry of wings as a covey of quail fly up before them. Stands

With A Fist tightens her grip around Dances With Wolves waist.

EXT. RIVER - DAY

Stands With A Fist draws water into a set of bladder bags.

Dances With Wolves squats next to her, staring at the eddying

stream.

DANCES WITH WOLVES

How did you get your name?

Stands With A Fist smiles to herself as she fills up the

last of the bags.

STANDS WITH A FIST

I was not very old when I came to be

with the people... I was made to

work.

She lugs the filled bags onto shore and sits next to Dances

With Wolves.

STANDS WITH A FIST

I worked every day... very hard...

there was a woman who didn't like

me. She called me bad names...

sometimes she beat me. One day she

was calling me these bad names, her

face in my face, and I hit her. I

was not very big, but she fell down.

She fell hard and didn't move. I

stood over her with my fist and asked

if any other woman wanted to call me

bad names...

(laughing at the

recollection)

No one bothered me after that day.

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