Unforgiven Page #9

MUNNY:

(surprised at the

question)

Sure, I got to. Got to get supplies.

NED:

No. I mean...

(embarrassed)

...an' get yourself a woman? You

know?

Munny looks away quickly, embarrassed, and it seems like he

isn't going to answer and then, when he finally does, he

keeps his eyes on the horizon.

MUNNY:

Naw. Naw, I don't ever go into town

for that.

(pause)

A man like me... A man like me can't

get no woman but one he's gonna pay

for... an' that ain't right... buyin'

flesh.

(looking at Ned)

Claudia, God rest her soul, she

wouldn't have wanted me doin' nothin'

like that, me bein' a father, an'

all.

(he looks away again)

NED:

(rhetorically)

Whaddaya do, just use your hand?

MUNNY:

(after a nervous glance

at Ned)

Sometimes... yeah.

(looking at the horizon)

I don't miss it all that much.

Ned is shaking his head, wondering at the transformation of

his old friend when...

CRACK! A RIFLE SHOT and the Albino mare rears violently,

whinnying and hurling Munny out of the saddle and...

Ned's roan bolts at full speed, Ned barely staying aboard.

CRACK! another shot.

VIEW ON MUNNY:

On all fours in the tall grass. He feels his forehead and

wipes away a little blood, and shakes his head to clear it.

Then he hears rustling in the long grass and he whirls and

pulls the Starr out of his belt and sitting back he aims at

where he heard the noise and he pulls back the hammer with a

loud click.

NED'S VOICE

(a whisper)

Billy. Billy.

MUNNY:

(lowering the pistol,

relieved)

Yeah.

Ned crawls out of the grass next to Munny.

NED:

Some f***er's shootin' at us.

MUNNY:

Yeah.

NED:

(alarmed, seeing blood)

He hit you?

MUNNY:

Naw. I bumped my head fallin' off of

my horse.

CRACK, another shot. Ned looks puzzled and he lifts his head

up and tries to look around without exposing himself.

A hundred yards away Ned can see a clump of four or five

trees and there is a little cloud of black smoke still hanging

in the air there and then a sudden flash of fire, smoke and

CRACK!

Ned doesn't even duck, he just frowns.

NED:

He ain't shootin' our way no more.

(indicating the left)

He's shootin' over that way. Who's

he shootin' at over that way?

MUNNY:

Beats the hell out of me.

NED:

You suppose maybe we're in somebody's

field?

MUNNY:

I didn't see nothin' planted.

CRACK. Another shot. Ned ducks urgently.

NED:

F***, he's shootin' at us again.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK.

NED:

Jesus, he's shootin' up the whole

f***ing horizon.

Munny is thinking about it, has an idea, weighs it and gives

it a try.

MUNNY:

(shouting)

HEY.

NED:

You're marking us, Bill.

MUNNY:

(ignoring him)

HEY, KID.

NED:

Kid? The Kid's shootin at us?

MUNNY:

IS THAT YOU, KID?

NED:

Why would the Kid shoot at us?

MUNNY:

HEY KID, IT'S ME, BILL MUNNY.

EXT. TREES - DAY

The Kid rifle at his cheek is crouched behind one of the

trees. His horse is standing nearby.

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)

Hey, Kid, is that you? It's me, Bill

Munny.

The Kid is frowning and finally he makes up his mind.

THE KID:

(shouting)

YEAH. IT'S ME.

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)

Don't shoot at us no more, okay?

The Kid is peering around the tree and squinting ferociously.

HIS POV:

The field. It is one big blur. He can't see worth a sh*t.

The Kid squinting and peering and worrying.

THE KID:

WHO YOU GOT WITH YOU?

MUNNY'S VOICE (O.S.)

Ned Logan. My old partner, Ned Logan.

Don't you shoot no more, okay?

The Kid doesn't like it, he's nervous and twitching, trying

desperately to see what's going on out there.

MUNNY'S VOICE

We're gonna collect our horses an'

come on over. You ain't gonna shoot

no more, are you?

THE KID:

NO, I AIN'T.

EXT. TREES - DAY

VIEW ON MUNNY:

Bedraggled and sweaty, walking into the clump of trees leading

his horse and Ned, behind him, leading his roan and looking

just as bad.

MUNNY:

Had to chase the damn horse a mile.

The Kid is sitting under the shade tree looking sullen.

NED:

(angry)

What was you shootin' at us for,

anyhow?

THE KID:

Thought you was followin' me.

MUNNY:

Well, we was. Like you said, I changed

my mind an'...

THE KID:

Wasn't nothin' said about no partner.

NED:

Well, this here's Ned Logan... Ned,

this here's the Schofield Kid, nephew

of Pete Sothow an'...

THE KID:

I seen two fellas followin' me, I

guessed they come to kill me.

(pause)

We didn't talk about no other fella.

MUNNY:

(squatting in front

of The Kid, talking

in a persuasive tone)

Well, now Kid, there's two of these

cowboys, ain't that so? Better there's

three of us... maybe them cowboys

got friends. Maybe...

THE KID:

I was gonna kill them two by myself.

It don't take three.

Ned walks over to where The Kid's rifle is leaning against

the tree and The Kid is watching nervously.

MUNNY:

Now Ned's a hell of a shot with a

rifle. Hell, he can hit a bird in

the eye flyin'.

NED:

(picking up The Kid's

rifle)

Better'n you anyhow, Kid. You wasn't

comin' close.

THE KID:

Keep your damn hands offa that rifle,

Mister.

The Kid is touching his pistol and Ned puts the rifle down,

annoyed.

NED:

I was only checkin' it for you.

Thought maybe somethin' was bent.

THE KID:

Nothin's bent.

NED:

Well, you was shootin' every which

way an'...

THE KID:

(to Munny)

You gonna share your half with him?

MUNNY:

Three ways, I figured.

THE KID:

No.

MUNNY:

(to Ned)

Sorry, Ned. Guess I wasted your time.

See ya, Kid!

Munny turns to go and Ned gives The Kid a disgusted look and

turns away.

THE KID:

(to Munny)

You're goin' back with him?

MUNNY:

(turning)

He's my partner. He don't go, I don't.

Ned is mounted and Munny starts to mount too, but the mare

is as reluctant as ever, shying and prancing while MUNNY

hops awkwardly with one foot in the stirrup.

THE KID:

What's it come to, three ways?

Munny turns and looks at The Kid.

EXT. OPEN COUNTRY - DAY

The three of them riding across open country. The Kid looks

like he still has a thorn up his ass and the only sound is

the creaking of saddles.

Storm clouds are gathering behind them on the horizon.

MUNNY:

Oh sh*t.

And The Kid looks back but of course he can't figure out

what it is they saw.

THE KID:

What the hell are you pissin' about,

I'd like to know?

MUNNY:

(astonished)

Huh?

THE KID:

Well, what were you lookin' at anyhow?

MUNNY:

Lookin' at?

NED:

Clouds, Kid. We was lookin' at them

clouds on account of we got a storm

ridin' up our ass.

THE KID:

(looking back)

Oh, them.

(petulantly)

Hell, I seen them.

Ned frowns and looks at The Kid and something is bothering

Ned.

EXT. STREAM BED - DAY

A dry stream bed and the three men are riding single file

now with The Kid in the lead but Ned has been thinking and,

trotting with his horse, he pulls alongside The Kid.

NED:

You was right to change your mind,

Kid.

THE KID:

(surly, suspicious)

Yeah?

NED:

(proudly)

I'm a damn good shot.

(looking up)

See that hawk up there? I could kill

that hawk with one shot.

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