Lone Star Page #19
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 135 min
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CU YOUNG OTIS:
MUSIC CONTINUES. His eyes following as Wade comes to stand
over him--
WADE, YOUNG OTIS
MUSIC CONTINUES. Wade grabs the table and violently jerks
it over onto Young Otis, cards and money flying--
YOUNG HOLLIS:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Watching squeamishly as Wade goes to work
on young Otis, the overhead light swinging wildly--
INT. BARROOM
MUSIC CONTINUES. Young Otis is hurled out of the back room,
face bruised and bleeding. Wade follows, then Young Hollis--
CLOSER:
MUSIC CONTINUES.
CLOSER:
Wade puts his gun next to Young Otis's ear, cursing at him.
Young Otis gets to his feet, goes behind the bar--
BAR COUNTER:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Young Otis slaps an envelope full of cash
onto the counter--
WADE:
MUSIC CONTINUES. He waves his pistol, indicating something
behind Otis--
INT. BAR
MUSIC CONTINUES. We shoot past Wade at the counter as Otis
turns and reaches for a cigar box on the shelf behind--
CIGAR BOX:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Lying open, an old pistol inside of it.
Young Otis reaches--
CU YOUNG HOLLIS:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Frowning as he senses something wrong--
WADE:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Wade levels his gun at Young Otis's back,
then turns to wink at Hollis like he did before he shot Eladio--
WADE'S HAND
MUSIC CONTINUES. Finger closing around the trigger of the
.45--
HOLLIS:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Mouth open in horror--
WADE:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Eyes burning as he aims --
BUDDY:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Stepping in the door, seeing, CALLS OUT--
YOUNG OTIS:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Turning to see Buddy--
WADE:
BLAM! THWAP! A bullet plows through his neck, knocking him
back against the bar. MUSIC CONTINUES. His gun falls from
his hand--
YOUNG OTIS:
Horrified, splattered with the Sheriff's blood. MUSIC
CONTINUES--
BAR COUNTER:
MUSIC CONTINUES. Twenty-dollar bills have spilled out of
the envelope and are soaking up blood--
CU BUDDY:
Calm and hard-eyed. MUSIC CONTINUES. As he steps forward,
we see his pistol is still in its holster. He reaches out
and takes the .45 from Young Hollis's shaking hand, looks
him in the eye till Hollis looks back, then looks toward
Young Otis--
We PAN with his gaze to a CLOSE-UP of Otis, back in the
PRESENT. The MUSIC FADES--
OTIS:
Sheriff Charley had some real big
friends in politics then, and if
the truth come out it wasn't going
to go easy on Hollis.
(He shrugs)
I don't know why I trusted Buddy
with it--don't know why he trusted
me. The first time I ever talked
with him was right there, and
then with a dead white man leakin'
blood on the floor between us.
He could charm the scales off a
rattler, Buddy Deeds.
WIDER:
This isn't what Sam was expecting. Hollis watches his face--
HOLLIS:
The three of us cleaned up and
took him the post and put him
under. Can't say I was much help.
SAM:
And the ten thousand?
HOLLIS:
Widow's benefits. He figured it
would make the disappearance look
better, and that Mexican gal was
just scrapin' by after Charley
killed her man. They didn't get
hooked up till late--
OTIS:
Time went on, people liked the
story that we told better than
anything the truth might have
been.
Sam swivels around on his seat to took at the spot where
Charley fell. He has a lot of information to deal with--
HOLLIS:
What's the call, Sam?
Sam rolls it over in his mind before answering--
SAM:
Don't think the Rangers are likely
to find out any more than they
already have.
HOLLIS:
Word gets out who that body was,
people are gonna think Buddy done
it.
Sam gets up--
SAM:
Buddy's a goddam legend. He can
handle it.
He heads for the door--
SAM:
'Night, fellas.
Hollis and Otis watch him go--
FADE OUT:
EXT. DRIVE-IN, WIDE SHOT -- MORNING
We see Sam sitting on the hood of his car parked in the
deserted drive-in lot, staring up at the ruined screen.
Pilar's car rolls in, parks beside him--
CLOSER:
Pilar gets out, kisses Sam, sits by him on the hood--
PILAR:
When's the picture start?
Sam looks at her for a moment--
SAM:
You gonna tell your mother we
been seeing each other?
PILAR:
She'll figure it out sooner or
later. I don't have to ask
permission anymore, if that's
what you mean.
SAM:
You have any idea when your father
died? Eladio?
PILAR:
(Shrugs)
Couple months before I was born--
SAM:
Try a year and a half.
He bands her an old snapshot.
PILAR looks at it--
CU PHOTO:
Buddy and Young Mercedes on the lake. Buddy with his shirt
off on one end of a sailboat, Mercedes in a bathing suit,
both smiling for the camera--
SAM AND PILAR:
Pilar hands the photo back to him, tries to be calm--
PILAR:
I've never seen my mother in a
bathing suit before. Didn't know
she owned one.
SAM:
Buddy bought the cafe for her
with money he took from the county.
Pilar looks away, struggling not to cry--
PILAR:
They can't pull this on me. It
isn't fair--I don't believe this--
SAM:
He paid the hospital bill when
you were born. Your mom always
calls you "our beautiful daughter"
in the letters she wrote to him.
PILAR:
From the first time I saw you at
school--all those years we were
married to other people I always
felt like we were connected.
SAM:
I remember thinking you were the
one part of my life Buddy didn't
have a piece of--
A silence, both of them wondering what the next move should
be--
PILAR:
So that's it? You're not going
to want to be with me anymore?
Sam knows what he feels but doesn't have the words--
PILAR:
I'm not having any more children.
After Amado, I had some
complications--I can't get pregnant
again, if that's what the rule is
about--
SAM:
If I met you for the first time
today, I'd still want to be with
you.
It is what Pilar needed to hear--
PILAR:
We start from scratch--
SAM:
Yeah--
PILAR:
Everything that went before, all
that stuff, that history-the hell
with it, right?
PILAR takes Sam's hand, kisses him--
PILAR:
Forget the Alamo.
WIDE SHOT, DRIVE-IN
Sam and Pilar sit by each other holding hands, looking at
the empty screen--
MUSIC, ROLL CREDITS
THE END:
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