Unforgiven Page #12

MUNNY:

I didn't mean it, old gal.

The Albino rears but Ned is helping and he holds the horse

and then grabs the seat of Munny's muddy pants and half shoves

him into the saddle.

Up ahead, barely visible in the rain, The Kid is holding

back his horse impatiently.

THE KID:

Let's go.

EXT. OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

A LITTLE LATER. RAIN. Ned and Munny riding side by side

through the downpour and The Kid twenty yards ahead, barely

visible. Munny looks like sh*t and Ned looks at him with

concern, deliberates, then reaches into his saddle bag and

pulls out a bottle of whiskey and offers it.

NED:

I brung this for when we had to kill

them fellows.

(Munny glances at it

and looks away)

I guess we could use some now.

MUNNY:

Not for me. I don't touch it no more.

NED:

(exasperated)

God damn it, Bill, it's rainin'.

MUNNY:

I know it's rainin',

(looking ahead)

Give the Kid a drink, why dontcha?

Ned takes a long pull on the bottle, re-corks it and puts it

in his saddle bag. He looks sympathetically at his friend

hunched unhappily in his saddle.

NED:

You think the Kid really killed five

men?

Munny just shrugs and looks back at the trail and keeps

riding.

MUNNY:

(after a while)

No.

NED:

What he was talkin' about... how

them deputies had the drop on you

an' Pete...

MUNNY:

Yeah?

NED:

I remember how there was three of

them deputies you shot... not two.

MUNNY:

(dismissing it)

Well, I ain't like that no more,

Ned. I ain't no crazy, killin' fool.

NED:

(after a while)

You still think it'll be easy shootin'

them cowboys?

Munny shrugs and looks straight ahead into the rain. Of

course, it won't be easy... and they both know it.

MUNNY:

If we don't drown first.

EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY

A blazing hot day and English Bob's battered face staring

out of the mud wagon which is being loaded up by Chandler.

In the distance the train whistle toots eagerly.

LITTLE BILL:

(to Chandler)

Give them keys to the conductor and

tell him he can loose the cuffs off

of Bob soon as he's out of the county.

Little Bill is standing beside the mud wagon and WW is

standing next to him and a little knot of onlookers forms a

semi circle.

ENGLISH BOB:

(talking through closed

teeth)

Mmmm pistols.

LITTLE BILL:

Oh yeah.

Little Bill unwraps a cloth and produces the ivory-handled

peacemakers... smashed and hopelessly bent. And he gives

them to Bob and looks him in his one furious eye.

LITTLE BILL:

I guess you know, Bob, how if I see

you again I'll just start shootin'

right off an' figure it's self

defense.

That's fine with English Bob. He glares back and the two men

understand each other perfectly and then Chandler whips the

horses and the wagon starts to roll.

LITTLE BILL:

I ain't stealin' your biographer,

Bob. Stayin' on was his idea.

And WW stands there beside Little Bill and gives Bob a

shiteating look and English Bob just glares and rolls away.

EXT. MAIN STREET - MOMENTS LATER

As the mud wagon rattles down the dusty street English Bob

sticks his horrid swollen face out the window and screams

insanely:

ENGLISH BOB:

A plague on you! A plague on the

whole stinking lot of you! You're

uncivilized vermin, without laws or

morals! You're worthless savages! I

curse you! You're cursed! Cursed!

The whores, fanning themselves on Greeley's porch, stare

dumbfounded as the madman rolls by raving. Then he's gone.

All that remains is the sound of his ranting, diminishing in

the distance and a cloud of dust settling on the hot street.

Sitting next to Faith on the porch, Alice fans herself grimly.

ALICE:

Nobody's gonna come.

FAITH:

Huh?

ALICE:

After what Little Bill done to the

Englishman.

Skinny steps out the door and blinks in the dazzling light

and wipes his face.

SKINNY:

Delilah, them tables ain't clean.

Can't you get 'em clean?

Delilah gets up and goes in, angrily brushing past Skinny in

the doorway.

SKINNY:

(after her)

Well, if you'd cover up your face,

maybe somebody'd want to f*** with

you an' you wouldn't have to do all

the cleanin'.

(to the others)

Whaddaya call them things that cover

the face?

FAITH:

(looking straight

ahead)

A veil.

SKINNY:

Yeah, a veil. Christ it's hot.

There is a distant roll of thunder and Skinny looks off at

the Southern horizon where storm clouds are gathering.

ALICE:

(listlessly)

Rain's coming.

SKINNY:

(emphatically)

Thank God.

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - DAY

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING and the train chugging through the

storm. A second flash of lightning reveals three drenched

riders near the tracks and one of them is having trouble

controlling his white horse.

Of course it is Munny and as he tries to hold the shying

mare a flash of lightning lights up a passing railroad coach

and Munny gets just a glimpse of a strange battered face in

the window.

The Kid is handing the whiskey bottle back to Ned and Ned

offers it to Munny again.

NED:

You sure, Bill?

And Munny just shakes his head and wipes rain from his eyes.

EXT. SOUTH ROAD - NIGHT

NIGHT AND RAIN and The Kid is chuckling drunkenly and handing

the bottle back to Ned who looks at it and tilts it way back.

They are riding along the South road in the dark.

THE KID:

(cheerfully)

I left you some... about a drop.

Munny is hunched in his saddle, shivering, his teeth

chattering.

NED:

You alright, Bill?

Munny doesn't look alright. He looks like sh*t... looks sick.

He doesn't answer and Ned looks worried and takes the last

drops from the bottle and tosses it in the road near the

ordinance sign which is too dark to read.

INT. ALICE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Alice's room at night, the sound of rain beating hard on the

roof. Alice is playing cards with Silky and Faith when Little

Sue sticks her head in the door.

LITTLE SUE:

A fella's askin' for you, Alice.

ALICE:

Tonight? You ain't joshin'?

LITTLE SUE:

(looking behind her)

This way, mister.

Silky and Faith pick up the cards to leave.

ALICE:

Must be randy as hell to come out in

this sh*t.

And then they look up because a water soaked young man with

very few front teeth and a ragged stubble is standing in the

doorway squinting. It is the Kid.

INT. LITTLE BILL'S HOUSE - DAY

DRIP DRIP DRIP. A chamber pot on the floor of Little Bill's

house collecting water from a leak in the roof and Little

Bill is walking about in stocking feet, making a speech.

LITTLE BILL:

"No," he says, "you are wrong Little

Bill. That there is no Curly J but a

bobbed J." He had worked it over,

you see?

WW Beauchamp is sitting in a chair scratching frantic notes

with a quill pen... and a splotch of water hits the paper

and he glances up because there is a new leak.

LITTLE BILL:

(continuing, oblivious)

"Jim," I says, "You are a liar and a

horse thief." Now -- when he seen

them others wasn't gonna help him

none -- he started in to cryin' and

sobbin' and sayin'...

(mimicking)

"Don't kill me, Little Bill, don't

kill me, please don't kill me."

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