Acquaintances

ESTABLISHING SHOT of Pine forest covered in freshly fallen snow. Silence permeates the air, muting any sounds of life. A gray haze crests over the sea of trees, a prelude of more snow to come.

CUT TO OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT of Figure #1 standing, overlooking a frozen river. River stones are covered in several inches of snow, giving the impression of a procession of giant white mushrooms. Figure #1 can be seen breathing heavily. Plumes of smoke escape his lips, keeping time with the beat of his heavy breaths.  The man is wearing an assortment of thick animal skins, suitable for keeping out the cold winter air.

ZOOM TO CLOSE UP of Figure #2 Emerging from the tree line ahead. Figure #2 saunters from cover, aiming a standard rolling block Remington at Figure #1. The man is younger and clean shaven, except for a neatly waxed handle bar mustache. This contrasts his quarry’s thick, ice frosted full beard. His dress is typical of a Texas State Marshal, replete with leather coat, hat, and pants topped off by a thick woolen duster. A marshal’s badge gleams on his chest, despite the winter gloom.

CUT TO MEDIUM SHOT of Figure #1

               Figure # 1

Breathing heavily, clutching a dark red stain on his lower abdomen. Blood soaking the fur around it

What…what do you want?

CUT TO EXTREME CLOSE UP of Figure #2

Figure # 2

I aim to finish what I started.

Bring you to justice for your many earthly sins.

PAN TO WIDE ANGLE SHOT of both figures, 10 meters between them.

          

                Beleaguered, raspy breathing

Figure #1

Why Marshall, I was not aware that you had found the good

 Lord during your mortal sojourn.

CUT TO CLOSE UP of FIGURE #2 cocking rifle, taking several strides in the direction of Figure #1

Figure #2

Don’t need to be righteous to know when a fallen

creature needs to be sent back to hell.

EXTREME CLOSE UP of Figure #1. Blue of eyes of a monster, beckoning the Marshall.

PAN TO EXTREME CLOSE UP of Figure #1’s teeth. Yellow and rotting, several teeth can be seen missing from the mouth.

Figure #1

Best you bring me there yourself then.

*Raspy laughing

CUT TO HIGH ANGLE SHOT of both figures. Figure #1 uses free hand to reach for stolen Colt .45 Peacemaker from within the folds of his winter skin coat. Figure #2 takes aim.

CUT TO ARIAL SHOT of Pine forest. Silence is broken by the sound of gunshot, followed by a staggered second gunshot. A group of birds take flight from a nearby tree, disturbed by the noise.

CUT TO HIGH ANGLE SHOT of both figures.

CUT TO OVER THE SHOULDER SHOT of Figure #2, smoke plume erupting from center chest of Figure 1# followed by several lines of blood. Figure 1# collapses to the ground, falling on back.

CUT TO CLOSE UP of Figure #2’s Face. Stoic and unsmiling, Figure #2 stares down at Figure #1 lying in his gore.

CUT TO CLOSE UP of Figure #2’s boots. At first nothing, then several thick lines of blood trail down the right pant leg staining the snow below, slowly pooling at his feet.

PAN UP TO FIGURE #2’s pelvis. Bright red blood gushes from a freshly smoking wound just above his crouch. Figure #2 crumples to the snow. Several seconds pass in silence.

CUT TO HIGH ANGLE SHOT of Figure #2 falling to his knees then collapsing on his stomach. Figure #2 drags himself towards Figure #1 until he his laying next to him.  

CUT TO CLOSE UP of Figure #1

Figure #1

Tell me Marshall. As I am not long for this world

I would like to learn the name of the man who finally cast me to the dirt.

CUT TO CLOSE UP of Figure #2, continuing to stare into the sky with a forlorn expression.

Figure #2

Glint. Marshall Glint.

CUT TO CLOSE UP of Figure #1

Coughing up blood that stains his chin and dribbles down either side of his face, pooling in his ears, Figure #1 struggles to breath.

Figure #1

Please to make your acquaintance Marshall Glint.

*Coughs up more blood then exhaling deeply.

My name is Clayton Cook.

*Long pause

But my friends call me, “Heavy”

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