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Gold Page #9
43.
WELLS (V.O.)
He realized what they needed wasn’t
stock options, but drinking water and
antibiotics. And damned if he didn’t
go to every little place every one of
our people came from. Streams that had
no name. All feeding the great Kensana
river.
A skeptical Jennings observes Wells a moment.
JENNINGS:
And you believe this was sincere?
WELLS:
Absolutely. Mike’s half a native
anyway. He was trying everything. And
I was a mess. Malaria is no joke.
The monsoon continues, but Wells is oblivious, a shuddering
chill wracking his body. Acosta watches this uneasily.
ACOSTA:
We need to get you out of here. I’m
pulling the plug.
WELLS:
Not happening. Tell me the plan.
ACOSTA:
What they need... they need clean
water, antibiotics...
(reluctant)
If we get filter systems up here, I
think they’ll come back.
Wells looks up with dim eyes, a smile crossing his face.
WELLS:
I’ve got maybe eighteen hundred
dollars of room left on the Visa. Five
hundred on Diner’s Club. Use it all.
Wells hot and dry. Acosta looks down at him. He doesn’t think
Wells is gonna make it. He’s seen it before.
A break in the rain. Misty clouds circle limestone mountains.
43A.
Brown water in a micro filter as Acosta hangs it from a
branch. Clear water flows out a hose. A child tastes the clean
water, doesn’t like it. Several children laugh.
In the river a mother sits with her baby on her lap.
44.
As Acosta fills ANOTHER FILTER, reveal NATIVES finding gold up
the stream. It almost mocks Acosta.
THE SAME LIMESTONE CLIFFS... ONLY NOW WE TILT DOWN and FIND
RENO, GAUDY NEON NESTLED IN GREEN JUNGLE. CASINO SOUNDS AND
Wells tossing and turning on the cot having his fever dreams.
WELLS (V.O)
I spent the next few weeks in a
malarial haze. I should have been
dead. The workers stayed. Mike kept it
all going. And he kept me alive.
Acosta in the rain, turns and sees something that stops him --
WELLS (V.O.)
Did he manage to enjoy himself a
little bit along the way..?
A BEAUTIFUL NATIVE GIRL stares at Acosta through the rain.
It’s like they know each other.
WELLS (V.O.
How should I know? I was delirious. I
do not recommend Malaria treated with
a bunch of leaves.
Rain. And the sound of an IGNITING FLAME... FUMMM --! A BUTANE
FLAME. And Wells in and out of consciousness to find a BORETN
in their tent brewing a potion of herbs as Acosta watches.
WELLS:
What is that?
ACOSTA:
No idea. But they say it works.
WELLS:
They don’t have electricity. Or socks.
The Boretn brings a bamboo mug toward Wells.
ACOSTA:
Come on, get it down.
45.
Wells chokes down the remedy.
EXT. WASHOE SITE - VARIOUS - DAY
Limestone cliffs and mist. Drills spinning, biting into earth.
Clouds passing overhead. Men feeding pipe to the machine.
Wells drenched in sweat, looking like death --
ACOSTA and FOREMAN load CORE SAMPLES onto a boat.
DRILLS SPINNING, biting into the earth/WELLS TOSSING, TURNING,
drenched as the FEVER FINALLY BREAKS.
Obb brings another report. Acosta reads, betraying no emotion.
FEVER DREAM:
A RAFT FLOATING ON A GOLDEN RIVER... We’redrifting toward it as it goes around a bend... SOMETHING on
it... a BODY.. FUNERAL BIER. Closer... closer... it’s WELLS -
WELLS COMES TO -- surprised to be alive. Surprised it’s not
raining. Realizes Acosta is right there looking at him.
WELLS:
What day is it?
ACOSTA:
No idea.
WELLS:
Month?
ACOSTA:
August.
See this is a different month than Wells expected.
WELLS:
You been sitting here this whole time?
ACOSTA:
Let’s not get carried away.
Wells now realizes Acosta has an assay report.
WELLS:
You gonna talk, or what?
ACOSTA:
We pulled seventeen more cores.
He looks at Wells, unreadable.
45A.
WELLS:
What? What do they say? No good?
46.
ACOSTA:
Not good...
Wells falls back. Acosta stands, a completely different look
on his face, one of wonder -
ACOSTA (CONT’D)
More in the vicinity of great.
Wells looks up. A face that’s almost afraid to hope.
WELLS:
Don’t mess around, Mike.
ACOSTA:
Eighth of an ounce per ton.
Wells scans the reports, rising to his feet.
WELLS:
Eighth of an ounce per... WHAT!!??
Acosta smiles -- Wells is in shock.
ACOSTA:
We’ve got a strike, Kenny.
Wells smiles, laughs, screams!
WELLS:
We’ve got ourselves a gold mine!
ACOSTA:
That we do.
Wells struggles up to his feet and joins Acosta best he can in
jumping up and down.
WELLS:
WE GOT A GOLD MINE..! WE GOT A GOLD
MINE..!
CAMERA DRIFTS outside to meet Wells who appears through the
doorway as he YELLS TO THE HILLS -WELLS
(CONT’D)
WE GOT A GODDAMN GOLD MINE --!!!
Which ECHOES back to him from the cliffs -WELLS
ECHO:
WE GOT A GODDAMN GOLD MINE MINE MINE!!
SMASH TO:
47.
INT. THE THREE GREENHORNS BAR - NIGHT
POP!!! Gold-leafed bottles in buckets. Champagne sprays from
the bottle as Wells moves through the crowd at the bar,
filling everyone’s glasses.
WELLS (V.O)
That moment, there’s no way I could
possibly describe the feeling.
The regulars are all here, sharing in Wells's victory.
WELLS (V.O) (CONT’D)
It’s amazing how a little gold dust
can change everything. For better or
worse, the ride had begun. And what a
goddamn ride...
INT. THE THREE GREENHORNS BAR - LATER
The place is vibrating! MUSIC OVER. Wells is with Bobby Burns
and Connie and Nevins celebrating at the bar. Kay passing out
a round of drinks, the last one to Wells.
Kenny looks at Kay; Kay looks at Kenny, deep into each other,
a small moment of private understanding in passing that says
it all. Then he turns to his guys:
WELLS:
To the best team in the business!
CONNIE:
You’re a stand up guy, Kenny.
NEVINS:
To sharing the wealth.
WELLS:
To the mother lode!
They clink glasses and drink deeply, ”To the mother lode!”
INT./EXT. CADDY ELDORADO - SCENIC COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
Kenny and Kay driving into the hills on a perfect afternoon.
Fun and carefree, windows down, 70’s music on the radio.
KENNY:
Smell that? Smell that air? Mountain
air. It’s a tonic.
KAY:
Ah, so good. So good.
47A.
They’re singing along. Passing small family ranches.
KAY (CONT’D)
Remember I told you Janice got
promoted to run Truckee?
WELLS:
Mmm hmm. Good for her.
KAY:
Well, Carl asked me if I’d like to be
considered to take her place.
Assistant Manager position.
Outside the car as they go zipping past, music trailing, a
GHOST TOWN, faded signs and abandoned buildings... A dangling
sign reads, “MAGGIE’S CREEK... Pop -- “0” in spray paint.
WELLS:
That’s great, babe.
KAY:
Everything’s working out so great.
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