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”
END SCENE
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