Silverado Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1985
- 133 min
- $33,200,000
- 594 Views
PADEN:
You got no idea what they were after?
Emmett shakes his head "no".
PADEN:
Offend anybody lately?
EMMETT:
Not for five years.
Paden understands.
PADEN:
Jefferson City?
EMMETT:
No, Leavenworth.
PADEN:
I've never been in there. They just
jumped you out of the blue?
EMMETT:
I had to get up anyway.
PADEN:
(smiles)
Me, I'm riding along, minding my own
business. Four cowboys come by and
we decide to ride together for a
while, friendly as can be. I always
figure you might as well approach
life like everybody's your friend or
nobody is... don't make much
difference. We get out in the middle
of that frying pan and suddenly
everybody's pointing their gun but
me. I guess they admired my horse.
She's a great one, a sweet little
bay.
EMMETT:
Looks like that's not all they
admired.
PADEN:
Yup. The whole rig. I don't care
much about the rest, but I surely
will miss that bay. Least they didn't
kill me. That was right considerate,
I thought. They were laughing when
they left me. Thought it was real
funny. I walked for a little while
but there was no use, so I gave it
up. Figured it was just bad luck.
Emmett comes over and fills Paden's coffee cup.
EMMETT:
Looks like those boys are headed
south, so they weren't the same ones
that jumped me. Which way you going?
PADEN:
Where's the pinto going?
EMMETT:
I gotta stop by Turley and meet a
guy.
PADEN:
Where's Turley?
EMMETT:
South of here, past Chimayo.
PADEN:
Maybe I'll go along as far as Chimayo.
Get me some clothes. Maybe a bath.
EMMETT:
Yeah, maybe a bath.
Emmett settles down at his saddle and pulls a blanket over
himself. Paden glances at the rifle in its scabbard on the
pinto's saddle by his head.
PADEN:
Is this loaded?
Emmett nods and closes his eyes. Paden smiles at the implied
trust and settles down himself.
EXT. APPROACHING CHIMAYO - DAY
Emmett and Paden, who is still clad only in longjohns, ride
toward the low, adobe settlement of Chimayo.
EXT. ENTERING CHIMAYO - DAY
Emmett and Paden enter the town past a cluster of teepees.
Three Cavalry troopers ride past them.
The little settlement is the center of civilization for miles
around. The U. S. Cavalry maintains an outpost here, and
there are many soldiers on the street. Emmett and Paden pull
up to the general store. Paden dismounts and hands his reins
to Emmett. Passersby look with curiosity at the undressed
Paden.
EMMETT:
I'll get these horses tended.
Paden nods and looks doubtfully at the store. He scratches
himself. Emmett produces some money and flips Paden a coin.
Paden nods.
PADEN:
I'm good for it.
Emmett rides up the street, leading the pinto. Paden starts
toward the store and nearly collides with a shocked woman,
who covers the eyes of the little girl with her and crosses
the street. Paden gives an apologetic tip to his non-existent
hat as he watches them go. Before he can turn back to the
store, his eye is caught by something up the street. He reacts
big.
WHAT HE SEES. His horse, a good-looking bay. And, dawdling
his way out of a saloon, a disreputable-looking Cowboy.
Paden's hand slaps his side, where his gun should be. He
grimaces and looks around desperately, then hurries into the
store.
INT. STORE - DAY
The lone CLERK is showing a woman customer a bolt of cloth
at the back of the store. Paden hurries in and makes a bee-
line to the display case holding handguns and ammo. He spots
something he likes and taps the glass impatiently. The Clerk
reacts with distaste to Paden's appearance.
PADEN:
Excuse me, there --
CLERK:
I'll be with you in a moment, sir.
Paden looks out the front window, up the street. The Cowboy
is untying the bay's reins.
Paden, more agitated now, glances back at the Clerk, then
moves around and opens the back of the display case. He
extracts a shiny, new Colt .45. The Clerk reacts with alarm
and moves toward Paden.
CLERK:
Just a minute there, fella. When I'm
done with this lady --
PADEN:
I'll take this one.
He drops his coin on the case top.
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