Unforgiven Page #3

PENNY:

(emotional)

This one's sick too?

Munny ignores the question, already on his way to the

miserable-looking shack.

MUNNY:

Let's talk inside, mister.

INT. SOD HUT - DAY

Munny selects a tin cup from a wash pan of dirty dishes. It

is dark and cool inside his one room sod hut... and poor.

The Kid checks one of the three chairs for stability before

sitting down.

MUNNY:

You're Pete Sothow's nephew, huh?

Hell, I thought maybe you was someone

come to kill me...

(he has the cups and

he crosses to the

fire)

...for somethin' I done in the old

days.

THE KID:

I could of... easy.

MUNNY:

Yeah, I guess so.

THE KID:

Like I was sayin' you don't look

like no meaner than hell cold-blooded

damn killer.

MUNNY:

Maybe I ain't.

THE KID:

Well, Uncle Pete said you was the

goddamndest meanest sonofabitch ever

lived an' if I ever wanted a partner

for a killin', you was the worst

one. Meanin' the best. On account of

you're cold as snow an' don't have

no weak nerve nor fear.

Munny serves the coffee gloomily and sits down. It appears

his feelings are hurt but The Kid doesn't notices.

MUNNY:

He said that, huh?

THE KID:

I'm a damn killer myself, only I

ain't killed so many as you because

of my youth. Schofield Kid, they

call me.

MUNNY:

Schofield? You from Schofield?

THE KID:

(laying his Smith &

Wesson Schofield .45

on the table)

On account of my Schofield model

Smith and Wesson pistol.

MUNNY:

Oh.

THE KID:

Well, how about it?

MUNNY:

About what?

THE KID:

Bein' my partner. I'm headin' North

up around the Niobrara in Nebraska.

Gonna kill a couple of no good

cowboys.

MUNNY:

What for?

THE KID:

For cuttin' up a lady. They cut up

her face an' cut her eyes out, cut

her ears off an' her tits too.

MUNNY:

(horrified)

Jesus!

THE KID:

(pleased with the

reaction)

Thousand dollars of reward. Five

hundred a piece.

WILL:

Paw, I can't move that damn pig.

Will has slipped into the house with Penny in tow and they

are both covered with mud and Will is swearing to show off

to the stranger.

MUNNY:

(embarrassed)

No cussin' now, Will. Go on out the

pump an' clean up some an' I'll be

along. Check them other pens.

The two kids back out the door, eyes on the pistol and the

stranger, and Munny walks over near the beds with his back

to The Kid.

MUNNY:

I ain't like that no more, Kid.

Whiskey done it as much as anythin'

I guess.

(turning to The Kid)

I ain't touched a drop in ten years.

My wife, she cured me of it... cured

me of drink an' wickedness.

THE KID:

Well... you don't look so prosperous.

Hell, you could buy her a new dress

out of your half. We could kill them

two an' you could buy your wife one

of them fancy...

MUNNY:

She's passed on, Kid.

THE KID:

Huh?

MUNNY:

Been gone near three years now.

THE KID:

(staring stupidly)

Oh.

EXT. SOD HUT - DAY

Will and Penny in front of the house, looking up at The Kid

who is mounted again and Munny is standing there taking leave

of The Kid.

THE KID:

Don't tell nobody about the reward

an' all. Don't need no other gunmen

tryin' to collect.

MUNNY:

I don't never see nobody anyhow.

THE KID:

(riding away)

If you was to change your mind, might

be you could catch me... due West to

the Western Trail an' North to

Ogallala.

Munny waves at The Kid and for a long moment watches him

trot across the flat, grassy fields. Then he turns back to

his shabby farm and the squealing pigs and the two children

who are looking up at him.

WILL:

Who's he?

MUNNY:

(turning away)

Best we move that pig.

EXT. HOG PEN - DAY

Munny in the mud and the pig squealing and Will is there

pushing too and Munny goes in face first again and when he

comes up he slowly wipes mud from his face and, turning, he

looks across the fields.

VIEW ON PENNY:

Coming up beside the pen.

PENNY:

Paw... two of them others... I think

they got the fever.

Munny frowns and looks off at the horizon, lost in thought.

VIEW ON THE KID:

Way off in the distance, disappearing on the horizon.

EXT. BIG WHISKEY HILL - DAY

EXTREME CLOSE UP ON DELILAH

Delilah's face! The cut-whore. Skeins of criss-crossing raised

flesh, a vicious web of scars dominated by her eyes that are

deep and beautiful.

She's hanging clothes on a clothes line on Big Whiskey Hill,

the gentle slope above the town. Alice, Little Sue, Silky,

Kate, and Faith are close by, hanging clothes or washing

them in the gurgling stream.

Faith is the first to glance down the hill toward the town

and to notice. She draws in her breath and turns to Alice

and catches her eye and Alice looks down.

EXT. MUDDY NORTH ROAD

The muddy North Road and the two riders, and they are Quick

Mike and Davey Bunting leading their ponies in, passing a

crudely painted sign that says:

"Ordinance 14. No firearms in Big Whiskey. Deposit them at

County Office. By Order of Sheriff."

EXT. BIG WHISKEY HILL - DAY

The whores on the hill. One by one, with no words exchanged,

they feel the silence and turn and exchange glances and they

glance at Delilah. She winces and turns back to hanging

clothes.

VIEW ON A HORSE'S OPEN MOUTH AND SKINNY

Inspecting.

SKINNY:

You boys took a while. Couple more

days I was gonna call on the Sheriff.

The horses are gathered in front of Greely's and Skinny moves

among them inspecting them while the two cowboys remain

mounted.

DAVEY:

River was swole so we couldn't cross

her.

Davey is holding the halter of a little paint and when SKINNY

starts to inspect the paint, Davey pulls the pony away.

DAVEY:

You got two of mine. This here one

ain't yours.

Skinny and Davey lock eyes and Skinny is wondering how far

to push it when SPLAT!... Davey gets a face full of mud.

The three men turn to see the whores coming around the side

of Greely's, all except Delilah, and they are throwing mud,

scooping it from the sloppy street and...

MIKE gets a hit on the chest and then on the face and he

gives an ugly look and wheels his horse and digs in his spurs

and heads North at a trot and mud continues to rain on him

as the whores jeer.

SKINNY:

Damn you.

(SPLAT)

That ain't no way to behave.

(SPLAT)

Quit that.

Surprisingly, Davey turns his horse right into the barrage

of mud and taking it in the face and on the chest he

dismounts. His paint takes a big gob of mud on one eye and

Davey wipes the mud off tenderly.

DAVEY:

This here pony... I brung it for the

lady... the one my partner cut.

The whores stop throwing mud abruptly. There is a pause...

and they can see that he is just a kid, and that he is sorry

as hell and that he is about to cry and they are touched,

especially Little Sue.

DAVEY:

It's the best of the lot... better

than the ones I give him.

(indicating Skinny)

She could sell it or... what she

wants.

ALICE:

(recovering)

A pony!... She ain't got no face

left an' you're gonna give her a

goddamn mangy pony.

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