Silverado Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1985
- 133 min
- $33,200,000
- 594 Views
PADEN:
(doubtful)
You've got a legitimate job.
SHERIFF COBB:
Yes, sir. You wouldn't believe it.
PADEN:
You're right.
SHERIFF COBB:
This is mighty sweet, Paden. I think
I finally found my place in the world.
PADEN:
Well I'm real happy for you, Cobb.
But I think I'll keep looking for
mine.
KYLE, a tough associate of Cobb's, hurries up to them.
KYLE:
(to Cobb)
He's getting out.
Kyle goes back up the street.
SHERIFF COBB:
(smiling)
C'mon, this'll interest you.
Cobb moves off after Kyle. Paden watches a moment
thoughtfully, then follows.
EXT. STOCKADE - DAY
Kyle is digging into a saddlebag on one of three saddled
horses at the gate of the stockade. Trooper guards flank the
entrance. Cobb comes up and stares at the gate. Paden reaches
the end of the sidewalk and leans against a post, watching.
The heavy gate is opened and a jailkeep steps out into the
sunlight; he looks back into the gloom. TYREE comes out,
wearing civilian clothes, shackled hand and foot. He's mean.
The jailkeep unlocks Tyree's irons and steps back, a little
too quickly. Tyree nods at Cobb and a smile slits his face.
Kyle comes up and hands Tyree his holster. Tyree buckles it
on and bends to tie it to his thigh.
SHERIFF COBB:
Look who's here, Tyree. It's our old
riding buddy.
Tyree looks up and straightens slowly at the sight of Paden.
No love lost. Cobb, standing between them, grins and then
laughs. He takes the reins of his horse from Kyle and swings
up.
SHERIFF COBB:
I invited Paden to join us, but he's
not having any.
Kyle and Tyree mount up. Tyree looks down at the longjohned
Paden with a sneer.
TYREE:
(like a knife)
Where's the dog?
The three head out of the village, passing Paden.
SHERIFF COBB:
(to Paden)
You owe me thirteen bucks.
Cobb spurs his horse and the three gallop away in the dust.
PADEN:
(to himself)
Thirteen... bad luck.
EXT. RESTAURANT/SIDEWALK - DAY
Emmett and Paden come out of a restaurant. Paden is now bathed
and fully dressed for the first time and he looks quite
different, better. The old gun he purchased is stuck in his
belt. Three horses -- Emmett's, the pinto, Paden's bay --
are tied to the post in the street.
Paden is fussing with his new, cheap hat. Emmett takes a
close look at Paden's bay.
EMMETT:
I see what you like, she's mighty
pretty.
PADEN:
And bridle-wise, too. She's the only
thing I lost I really cared about.
(he messes with his
hat, disgruntled)
'Cept for maybe my hat. It's a great
one. Got a pretty silver band on it.
My head spent three years training
it.
(frowns at his new
hat)
I surely do miss that hat.
Emmett gives him an amused look; this sounds kind of familiar.
Emmett unties his two horses.
EMMETT:
I gotta be going.
PADEN:
Going to Turley, was it?
EMMETT:
(nods)
Gotta meet a guy and head out for
Silverado.
Paden takes the excess reins of the bay and begins idly
slapping them around the post, distracted. Emmett swings up
to his horse.
PADEN:
What's Turley like?
EMMETT:
(he doesn't make
distinctions)
It's a town...
PADEN:
They got a saloon there?
EMMETT:
I expect.
PADEN:
Women?
EMMETT:
I expect.
Paden takes a long time looking around the village's main
street. It doesn't look promising. Emmett regards him with
growing bemusement. Finally --
EMMETT:
Maybe you want to ride along with me
as far as Turley.
Paden lights up slightly at the suggestion. He looks up at
Emmett. This is how Paden makes his decisions these days. He
seems to be digesting it slowly.
PADEN:
Maybe... I'll ride along... as far
as Turley.
Emmett nods and turns his horses into the street. Paden mounts
up and follows him.
EXT. TRIP TO TURLEY (SERIES OF SHOTS) - DAY
The two men, leading the pinto, make their way through desert
country to Turley.
Near the corrals at the end of the main street of the small
town of Turley, a small WAGON TRAIN is loosely formed up,
waiting. The settlers from the wagon train mill about. Several
regard Emmett and Paden with unusual interest as they ride
by on their way into town.
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