Wild Wild West Page #9
EXT. OPELOUSAS, LOUISIANA - ESTABLISH - DAY
The little town is a charming jumble of antebellum brick
and wooden buildings.
EXT. OPELOUSAS - NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY
Artemus and Jim hurry along a muddy street looking for an
address in a row of houses. They spot it and rush up the
steps. When Jim knocks on the door it swings open partway,
unlocked. Bad sign. Jim pulls his gun. Artemus nudges
the door open with his walking stick.
INT. DR. PEMBERTON'S HOUSE - FRONT HALL - DAY
Jim and Artemus ease inside, listening. All is silent.
Then -- PLINK, PLINK, PLINK. Water is dripping down the
stairwell, faster and faster, now starting to pour.
JIM:
Dr. Pemberton? Are you there?
No answer, so they race up the stairs.
INT. DR. PEMBERTON'S HOUSE - LABORATORY - DAY
BAM! The locked door is smashed open by Jim. As he
charges in we see Artemus crouched in the doorway, his
lockpick poised where the lock used to be.
The room is a cluttered, top-floor workshop. Nobody there.
Steam billows from a small test boiler. And the water is
pouring from a spigot in a holding tank, left running,
overflowing a bucket. Artemus sloshes over and shuts it
off.
ARTEMUS:
Seems like he left in a hurry...
Outside, they hear a SCUFFLE. They dash to the window.
Three floors below they see familiar faces -- big Bruno,
even bigger Voltaire, and TWO OTHER THUGS -- wrestling
someone into an enclosed carriage! The DRIVER lashes the
horses. The carriage speeds down the muddy alley.
BACK TO SCENE:
ARTEMUS:
It's them all right! Damn it!
They're getting away!
JIM:
From you maybe.
Artemus is baffled as Jim backs up and bursts into a
furious run -- straight for an open side window! He dives
straight through!
ARTEMUS:
JIM!
EXT. ROOFTOPS - DAY
Jim sails through the air and tumbles onto the flat roof
EXT. WINDOW - DAY
Artemus races to the window, relieved to see his partner
alive and dismayed that his partner is, in fact, his
partner. Artemus turns and runs for the stairs.
EXT. ROOFTOPS - DAY
Jim is already up and sprinting across the roof, keeping
an eye on the carriage below. He races to the edge of
the roof and leaps into space again!
On he goes, leaping from roof to roof, but gaining on the
carriage.
Jim gets ahead of the carriage, but he's run out of
rooftops. He slides to a stop at the roof edge. Now how
to get down?
Beside the roof he spots the top of a railroad crossing
barrier. It's in the vertical position, letting traffic
cross the tracks below. And here comes the carriage toward
the tracks.
Jim gets that determined look. He's got to time it just
right. He waits, then leaps off the roof, wrapping himself
around the tip of the barrier. It starts to swing down --
With perfect timing, Jim arcs down toward the carriage
and WHAM! -- lands on the roof right behind the driver.
As the startled man turns, he gets booted in the jaw, and
flies off the carriage.
Jim pulls the team to a stop, draws his revolver and leaps
to the ground. But the carriage door slams open, knocking
his pistol off into a puddle and Bruno launches out of
the cab into Jim. Over they go into the mud.
Bruno pins Jim beneath him, sits up, and c*cks a meaty
fist to smash Jim in the face. But Jim jams two fingers
up Bruno's nostrils, yanks his face close and slugs him.
Bruno's head snaps back. Jim yanks him in again. Slugs
him again. Bruno topples off.
One thug, wielding a knife, dives out of the carriage.
Jim straight-legs him in the crotch and pivots him straight
up and over onto his back -- OOF!!
Jim scrambles up. Catches sight of Voltaire through the
rear window of the carriage drawing a pistol! Without
hesitating, Jim throws a pounding left hook right through
the glass. Voltaire is knocked across the inside of the
carriage, pinning the other thug beneath him.
Jim yanks open the other door of the carriage. Frightened
Dr. Pemberton flinches. Jim does a startled take -- it's
DR. VIRGINIA PEMBERTON, a beautiful young woman. Jim
glances around. Nobody else it could be.
JIM:
Dr. Pemberton?
PEMBERTON:
Yes!
But Bruno flies in, tackling Jim and pinning him in a
choke-hold against the fence. Jim manages to GAG:
JIM:
Would you please run, ma'am?
She happily obeys, scrambling from the carriage and dashing
down the alley.
VOLTAIRE:
Get her!
The two thugs scramble up and dash after her.
Still pinned to the fence, all Jim can do is spit in
Bruno's eye. Bruno flinches and Jim knees him where it
hurts most. The big guy staggers back.
ANGLE - DR. PEMBERTON
dashing down the alley. The thugs are just about to grab
her when -- a silver-handled walking stick thrusts out,
tripping them. Down they go. Artemus steps from around
the corner, squares off with them, menacingly twirling
the walking stick.
ARTEMUS:
Terribly sorry. I'm always sticking
this where it doesn't belong.
(to Dr. Pemberton)
Federal agents, ma'am. We're
rescuing a kidnap victim...
PEMBERTON:
Yes, me!
ARTEMUS:
You? Dr. Pemberton? Of course.
How novel.
The thugs jump to their feet, one whipping out his pistol.
WHAM! A flash of silver and Artemus has knocked the gun
from his hand. He waves a finger at the guy:
ARTEMUS:
The other thug pulls a huge Bowie knife. Artemus strikes
an en garde pose and goes a few parries with the guy before
deftly knocking the knife from his hand.
Enraged, they both charge like bulls. Wrong move -- WHAM!
WHAM! The walking stick is a blur as Artemus hits both
dopes up side their heads. As they whirl for another
attack, grabbing boards as clubs.
ARTEMUS:
Tsk tsk...
He collapses his walking stick like a telescope and pops
the silver handle off the end -- it's still connected by
a two foot-long cable. Gripping the shortened stick,
Artemus swings the heavy silver handle like a Crusader
swings a deadly mace.
Spinning it in a blinding blur, he wades into them, bashing
and bruising right and left until the bad guys have had
enough and go running down the alley.
Artemus is about to give chase when Dr. Pemberton points
out:
PEMBERTON:
Isn't your friend in a bit of
trouble?
Artemus turns to look.
ANGLE - JIM
is surrounded by three very angry guys -- bloody-nosed
Bruno, outraged Voltaire, and the bruised carriage driver.
The three men raise their "dukes," the bare-knuckles boxing
stance. They're amused when Jim strikes a very different
pose -- a martial arts defensive position.
Jim explodes in a blur of martial arts ferocity. A right
leg back-sweep drops unsuspecting Bruno.
A back-two-knuckle-punch further damages Voltaire's already
unhappy face. A right-leg-side-kick doubles over the
carriage driver. Let's just say these three hard cases
are totally outclassed -- and in a lot of pain.
The driver gives up first, frantically leaping onto the
carriage, lashing the horses. Voltaire and Bruno race
after it and scramble inside.
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