Klondike Page #34

SOAPY SMITH:

Rather be a leech than an idiot,

friend. Leech is never hungry.

Idiot, well...go find yourself

lunch.

(nods off claim)

Somewhere besides my claim--

But the moment’s interrupted. By Bill. Both men turn, see him

stumbling down the mud toward them. Saying something about:

BILL:

--girl in the grass skirt. Meek!

The girl in the grass skirt!

Yep, as he nears, he’s in a high, excited frenzy. We’ve never

seen Bill like this. Almost crazy with elation.

BILL (CONT’D)

You’re gonna get her! Swear to God

you’re gonna get her!

As he pulls Meekor up the hill--Soapy follows in protestation-

SOAPY SMITH:

No no, wrong direction, my friend!

This is my claim now--you are in

arrears-

ANGLE. THE BENCH MINE. Bill pulling Meekor up. Motioning to

the results of his destructive rampage.

A palisade of saturated earth has fallen away where he

smashed the frame of the mine.

Gold is visible. A vein. Thick and long. Emerging from the

mud. As the trio looks on, dumbfounded, Bill says quietly:

BILL:

Consider that note paid, Soap. And

while you’re at it...I think it’s

you that needs to get the hell off

our claim.

As camera pushes in on the vein, the gold iridescent,

tantalizing...

END EPISODE 103

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