Unforgiven
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 130 min
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INT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT
NIGHT IN ALICE'S ROOM. A little bit of moonlight coming in
through the tiny window might make a highlight here and there
but that's about all. Words begin to crawl across the screen:
WRITTEN WORDS (CRAWL)
Of good family, albeit one of modest
means, she was a comely young woman
and not without prospects. Therefore
it was at once heartbreaking and
astonishing to her mother that she
would enter into marriage with William
Munny, a known thief and murderer, a
man of notoriously vicious and
intemperate disposition.
We can HEAR STRAWBERRY ALICE and DAVEY BUNTING breathing
heavily and the bed creaking.
WRITTEN WORDS:
They were married in St. Louis in
1870 and they traveled North to Kansas
where he engaged in farming and swine
husbandry.
Davey and Alice are picking up speed now, breathing faster
and even snorting a little, and it's cold as Jesus in Nebraska
in the winter so when the blanket slips, Alice snarls and
gasps.
ALICE:
The blanket, for chrissake, cowboy,
the blanket.
There are six of these little rooms... one for each whore...
behind Greely's Beer Garden and Billiards and the walls are
just boards so you can hear what's happening in the other
rooms and right now, from DELILAH'S room, you can hear a
high-pitched, merry little giggle and that's important.
WRITTEN WORDS:
She bore him two children in the
eight years of their marriage and
when she died, it was not at his
hands as her mother might have
expected, but of smallpox. That was
in 1878.
DELILAH'S VOICE (O.S.)
No, please... No, no goddamn you.
Alice and Davey have stopped f***ing and started listening
but they don't move.
WRITTEN WORDS:
It wasn't until 1881... three years
later... that a cowboy named Mike
cut up a whore in Big Whiskey,
Nebraska in the Niobrara River
country.
(end crawl)
MIKE'S VOICE (O.S.)
Davey, come a runnin' lad an' hold
the thieving c*nt...
A blur of action as Davey leaps from the bed and dashes out
of the room naked...
MIKE'S VOICE (O.S.)
...brand you like a damn steer,
b*tch...
And Alice is right behind him, wrapping herself in a blanket
as she goes.
INT. DELILAH'S ROOM - NIGHT
DELILAH is backed up against the wall, her face bleeding,
and she is throwing the contents of her chamber pot on MIKE
who is advancing on her with an open barlow knife and Davey
busts into the room naked and Alice follows him and people
MIKE:
(wiping sh*t off
himself)
Hold the b*tch, Davey, hold her.
The one coal oil lamp in the room gives off just enough light
that you can make all this out. Certainly you can see that
Mike, who is wearing leggings and no shirt, is a big tough
man, unshaven, eyes inflamed with whiskey...
MIKE:
HOLD HER, DAMMIT, DAVEY! If you don't
hold her I'll cut her tits off.
LITTLE SUE, a fifteen year old whore, is in the doorway,
eyes wide with terror and Alice screams at her.
ALICE:
Get Skinny, for God's sake! SKINNY!
Davey is reluctant about the whole thing but he is afraid of
Mike and he gets behind Delilah and grabs her.
DAVEY:
Wh-what you gonna do, Mike?
Mike is doing it now and Delilah is screaming while he carves
her face with the barlow knife and blood is all over,
splashing on Davey and Davey, who is just a kid, after all,
nineteen with a big shock of unruly red hair and innocent
blue eyes, is horrified.
MIKE:
Thieving c*nt, I'll...
DAVEY:
Mike, don't, Jesus, don't...
ALICE:
SKINNY! Bring your gun.
Alice can't wait for Skinny and she jumps on Mike's back and
brings the big man down and she fights him though she's not
a big woman. Alice is twenty-five but she's been around some,
whored some tough cow-towns, and she has too much bone and
character in her face to be outright pretty but she attracts
men like flies. Sure she has some smallpox scars on her face,
but they're common and there are only a few of them, not
like on Skinny whose mean little face is eaten right up with
them.
STANDING THERE IN THE DOORWAY, his nasty face eaten with
smallpox scars and he is looking at Delilah who is a fountain
of blood, looking at her coldly, and looking down at the
melee on the floor and, pointing the big Navy Colt in his
hand, he says,
SKINNY:
Get offa her, a**hole.
And he says it so cold and with such authority that everything
goes quiet.
SNOW/MOONLIGHT/THE SHADOWY BUILDINGS and the silence of the
Nebraska winter except for the sound of the snowshoes.
The snow has obliterated the Main Street of Big Whiskey giving
the impression that the dark, low buildings are scattered at
random. The only structure with any sign of life is Greely's
Beer Garden and Billiards which shows a glowing window and
two horses out front and that is a hundred yards away from
the struggling silhouettes of the two men on snowshoes. The
big one is LITTLE BILL DAGGETT and he is very big, wrapped
in a huge bearskin robe.
The smaller one is CLYDE LEDBETTER who isn't small though he
has only one arm.
LITTLE BILL:
...wouldn't let you settle it, huh?
CLYDE:
Hell, you know how Skinny is. Says
he's gonna shoot 'em... an I says,
"Skinny, you can't do that," an' he
says, "Well, then get Little Bill
down here an' let's settle this" an'
I says, "Bill's sleepin', Skinny,"
an'...
They make their way in silence through the snow, getting
close now, close to Greely's and the lights.
INT. DELILAH'S ROOM - NIGHT
DELILAH ON HER BED, her face covered with blood-soaked rags
except for her eyes. Alice has hot water and is ministering
to her and Little Bill is looking down at her from his
enormous height, still in his bearskin. He looks disgusted.
LITTLE BILL:
She ain't gonna die, huh?
You can now see fear in Delilah's eyes, and the other
whores... CROW CREEK KATE with crazy pop-eyes and frizzy
hair, and LITTLE SUE who is fifteen and meek even when she
isn't terrified, and FAITH who is the oldest of them and not
very attractive and SILKY who is blonde and the prettiest...
are watching from vantage points in the doorway or in the
room.
ALICE:
(determined)
She's gonna live.
(Little Bill turns to
go)
She didn't steal nothin', She didn't
touch his poke.
LITTLE BILL:
(stopping and turning)
No?
ALICE:
All she done was... when she seen he
had a teensy little pecker... she
gave a giggle. That's all. She didn't
know no better.
Little Bill turns away, disgusted, and starts out of the
room and Alice gets up and follows him.
ALICE:
You gonna hang 'em, Little Bill?
Davey sitting naked on the floor of the bar room and Mike is
sitting near him, still in his leggings and both men are
shivering because they are fifteen feet from the potbellied
stove where Clyde is standing watching them.
It is a big room, with a crude bar and four tables and some
moose and elk heads on the wall. The door near the rear where
it says "Billiard Room" leads not to a Billiard Room but to
the six little "rooms" that are the whorehouse and and now
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