Scorched Earth Page #4

---

I guess it has to end.

Hey, I wanted to

give this back to you.

No, I want you to have it.

Please keep it.

Well--

Listen, you need to

get out of town tonight.

Why?

I'm not Chavo.

I'm a bounty hunter.

And I'm not here

to join Jackson,

I'm here to take him in.

Where am I supposed to go?

Head to New Montana.

It's a better way of life.

Should I take him

in dead or alive?

If I didn't have to

drag your sorry carcass

all the way across the

territory, trust me,

you'd already be dead.

Bounty hunter, huh.

So where's Chavo then?

Dead, I assume.

You've done better than most

of 'em, I'll give you that.

Not many can do that.

I really thought we

understood each other.

Well, then you're a bigger

fool than your sidekick.

OK, let's think this

through, shall we?

You take me in, they pay

you a nice huge bounty.

Trying to chase down the next

big fossil abuser, getting

black lung in the wilderness.

Or, you stay here,

join me 50/50 partners.

What do you say?

Is that your sales pitch?

Could use some work.

The thing is, this

isn't about the bounty.

It's personal.

Try anything and I'll kill you.

I'm a light sleeper.

See, I knew there was

something off about you.

Guess I was right, huh?

I'm might have to start

listening to you more often,

Mr. Lear.

How did you know?

Remember me?

Womack.

Thanks for tipping me off.

Untie me, sweetheart.

I'd like to have my

hands free for this.

Now, what is with

all the hatred?

You killed my sister.

Your sister?

When was this?

Down South.

Ah, well, down south

was a long time ago.

How do you know it was me?

That scar on your arm?

That's where she bit you.

Oh I get it now.

Right, let's string

her up in the pallet.

Wait, if you wouldn't

mind, Mr. Jackson,

I've got a better idea.

I know exactly what

to do with her.

Bring her back to

me in one piece--

The truck, not

the bounty hunter.

And make sure she's dead.

Are we clear?

You won't have to

worry about that.

You ready for a

little road trip, Gage?

Damn it.

Just a minor

technical glitch, Gage.

We'll be back on

the road in no time.

Oh.

You know it was

never personal, Womack.

You know that, right?

Personally, I'm enjoying

the hell out of this.

All right, listen,

we can make a deal.

I know where Jackson's got

more tabs and silver than you

can use in three lifetimes.

I'm not intrigued.

You paused.

I did not pause.

And I am not intrigued, OK?

Damn it, listen.

Before long, there

won't be a free person

in this entire territory,

including you, Womack.

That doesn't concern

either of us anymore, Gage.

You're about to die and I've got

the black lung, thanks to you.

Wait a second.

On second thought, Gage,

this is where I drop you off,

literally.

What are you doing, Womack?

Slight change of plans, Gage.

You're going to love this.

Hey, hey, Womack,

think about it.

Whatever you're doing,

you think about.

Think twice.

Going down.

Ah!

Breathe, Gage, come on, damn it.

Come on, breathe.

Come on, breathe.

That's it.

Cough it up.

Keep coughing.

Cough it up.

Keep coughing.

Doing good, that's it.

Get it all up.

Keep it coming up.

Yeah?

Come on.

Am I dead?

Not anymore.

I thought maybe you were the

ugliest angel I'd ever seen.

I don't even know

how I got here.

Yeah, just take it easy.

They did quite a number on you.

Get some rest, OK?

Doc?

Yeah?

Thanks.

You're not going soft, are ya?

I wasn't sure I was going

to see another one of these.

Beautiful, isn't it?

My dad used to say the

sunsets weren't near so

pretty before the cloud fell.

Kind of ironic.

I really thought I

could bring him in alive.

I keep saying, at

least you got out.

They probably think

you're dead, so they

won't be gunning for ya.

I'm going back.

At some point, your

luck's going to run out.

He killed Beatrice.

What makes you so sure?

He's got a scar on his

arm where she bit him.

Besides, he's coming here next.

Why bother with New Montana?

He found a silver mine.

He's going to need

hands to work it.

He'll be running this

territory in no time.

Well, I'm coming with you.

I don't think

that's a good idea.

Oh, you don't think

that's a good idea?

Do you know what I

think about you not

thinking that's a good idea?

I think you're coming anyway.

I think you're right.

Well, look who's back.

How many men did you say he had?

He lost five taking

the pilgrims,

but I'm sure Womack stayed.

So 12.

Well, all we need now is

the element of surprise.

Take these masks.

Here's the map,

head to New Montana.

The people there will

take care of you.

Thank you.

You Tom Jackson?

No, what you want?

Well, I think someone from

here has misplaced this,

figured I'd return it.

He's the man in charge, right?

Jackson?

Wait here.

Getting kind of

crowded out here.

What the hell is this?

Where'd you say you found this?

You Jackson?

On the edge of the Wastelands.

Followed the tracks, led here.

Hm.

I thought you said

you finished her off?

I pushed her off the ravine.

I watched that

thing smash to bits.

There's no way she survived.

There's only one

way to find out.

Satisfied?

She is full of surprises.

How did you--

How many's that?

I counted seven.

Five more.

Son of a b*tch.

The mine-- if it was me,

I'd be going after the silver

stash while they stall us.

I'm going out there.

Cover me.

Go!

You don't know

when to quit, do ya?

You know how to

drive one of these?

Not really.

Push that down

as hard as you can.

Point this in the

direction of New Montana.

Don't stop for anyone.

Here.

Three.

Go!

Ah!

Two.

One.

Zero.

Think we're good?

I'm going after Jackson.

I know where to find him.

Go.

Gah.

What kind of coward shoots

a cripple in the back?

You should have walked away when

you had the chance, old man.

I'm not much good

at walking away.

I never was.

It's time to pay for

what you've done, Jackson.

Is this still about

that little scar?

I have a lot of

scars, sweetheart,

but you can't go holding

grudges in this world.

I think perhaps

I'm just an outlet

for all this misplaced rage.

Did you read that in a book too?

I did, actually--

Clinical psychology.

Oh, they'd have a

field day with you.

Look, I don't know what you're

trying to accomplish here,

Well, as long as you're

dead, I don't really care.

I can see that

your mind is made up.

Shall we begin?

You having fun?

Wait, wait, wait--

It's over.

Your crew's all dead.

I don't suppose there's

a doctor around here?

Our team medic is face

down in the dirt over there,

so you're sh*t out of luck.

Do you mind if I drink of water?

You go on ahead.

It's going to be the last

thing you'll ever do.

Ha, that's funny.

Hey, Gage, ever hear

of a military tactic

called scorched earth policy?

You know, we could

have made a great team.

With my ruthless efficiency and

your stubborn refusal to die.

Chavo says goodbye.

No, no, no, no, no, Gage!

Gage!

Doc!

Doc.

You're the ugliest

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes