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3:10 to Yuma
by
Michael Brandt & Derek Haas
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
A dark room in a small ranch house.
A desert wind blows in gusts.
WILLIAM EVANS (14), lies awake. Not a boy and not a man,
there’s a restlessness in his eyes. He lights a match,
watching it blow out in his fingers.
His brother, MARK (7), lies beside him, his breathing
labored, asthmatic. A medicine bottle and spoon sit on the
table beside a folded tearsheet for the ‘Colt Peacemaker’.
William stares at the engraving of a gunslinger, brandishing
the fancy weapon, a smile of confidence on his face.
Suddenly William turns, alert. There is a faint sound.
...a gate creak... a latch clink.
CUT TO:
2 IN ANOTHER DARK ROOM-- CONTINUOUS--
ALICE EVANS, 32, beautiful but care-worn, opens her eyes.
Groggy, she reaches reflexively for--
DAN EVANS, 36, her husband. But he isn’t against the pillow
where her hand expects him. He is upright on the edge of the
bed, tense, sweaty, eyes on a window as he LOADS HIS PISTOL.
ALICE
Dan...
He signals silence. Alice holds her breath, listening to the
air... nothing... The clock on the dresser reads 3:45...
ALICE (CONT’D)
...maybe it’s the wind...
Dan shakes his head. He glances to WILLIAM, who arrives in
the bedroom door, in his longjohns, holding AN OLD RIFLE.
The snort of a horse outside. Men whisper. Hooves.
DAN BOLTS FROM THE BED, crossing to the window on one leg,
using the beamed roof for support. He pushes back the drape
with his pistol.
3 A HORSEMAN ENCIRCLES THE BARN OF THIS HOMESTEAD,
UNHOOKING A
CORRAL, LETTING LOOSE A HERD OF CATTLE.
Then Dan notices--
ANOTHER HORSEMAN at the corner of the barn, LIGHTING A FIRE.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
DAN
No!--
EXT. EVANS RANCH-- CONTINUOUS
Wearing longjohns and boots, DAN BUSTS OUT THE DOOR, moving
toward the man fanning fire at the barn--
DAN
No-- Please-- stop!--
A RIFLE BUTT SMASHES DAN’S HEAD. He tumbles off the porch to
the dirt, losing his gun, one boot coming off, revealing--
A MISSING LEFT FOOT.
William runs past Alice and Mark on the porch and his father
on the ground as--
THE BARN EXPLODES IN FLAMES. Dan jerks back on his rigged
boot, gets upright and lunges toward the barn.
THE FIRST HORSEMAN, bears down on him.
HORSEMAN (TUCKER)
-- You have a week, Evans. Then we
burn the house.
THE HORSEMEN RIDE AWAY AS WILLIAM ENTERS THE FLAMING BARN.
DAN
William!
INT./EXT. BARN-- CONTINUOUS--
FLAMES LICK THE RAFTERS. SMOKE.
FOUR HORSES tied in stalls, crazy with fear.
William frees two of them, Dan untangles the others and leads
them out, grabbing equipment, tossing saddles out the door...
Then Dan notices WILLIAM HAS TURNED BACK INSIDE.
William struggles to drag A HUGE SACK OF FEED and some tools-
-
We see above him, the burning roof sags, flaming pieces of
wood raining-- it’s about to collapse--
DAN LEAPS AND GRABS HIS BOY and drags him toward the door,
fists swinging.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
WILLIAM
--Let go! It’s the last we got!
They fall to the ground as THE BARN COLLAPSES in a fiery
mass, sparks showering down. Alice and Mark run toward them.
DAN
...You alright?
Will turns from his father to see- THE TWO HORSEMEN riding
away. Dawn light beginning to touch the sky.
WILLIAM LUNGES FOR THE REMINGTON on the ground--
--but Dan is faster and puts his hand on the weapon.
DAN (CONT’D)
I’ll take care of this.
WILLIAM
No you won’t. ...You don’t take
care of nothing.
Tears stand in William’s eyes.
Dan takes the gun and starts walking back toward the house.
He passes Alice and Mark, avoiding their eyes.
DAN
The herd is over the ridge by now.
Get cleaned up.
INT./EXT. FOLLOWING DAN -- EVANS RANCH -- DAYBREAK
Dan yanks open a drawer and grabs a shirt. His arms and chest
streaked in SOOT... Out the bedroom window the sun is
creeping over the rocky horizon.
His eyes fall upon a beautiful ANTIQUE BROOCH in a drawer.
He examines it. It is gold. And he pockets it and turns,
finding himself looking at William, watching him.
William turns away, and crosses to his bedroom.
Dan moves to a basin at the back of the house.
ALICE
You lied to me, Dan.
Dan turns to face Alice.
ALICE (CONT’D)
You told me we made payments to
Hollander.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
DAN
We did. Some.
(off look, heading inside)
How do you think we bought feed,
Alice? Three months water. Medicine
for Mark. I had a choice between
our family and paying it down.
ALICE
We’re supposed to make decisions
together.
DAN
Would you have made it different?
ALICE
Dan.
DAN
We can’t make it rain together. Or
turn dust into grass. And we can’t
hold back winter. It’s too bad the
doctors at Essex saved so much of
my leg. I read the pension act pays
by the pound now.
Dan leans against the wall, pulling on his boots.
Tears come to Alice’s eyes.
DAN (CONT’D)
Stop looking at me like that.
Mark appears in the hall. Dan crosses back to his bedroom,
pulling on a clean shirt.
MARK
(as Dan passes)
...You gonna tell the Marshal what
those men did?
WILLIAM
(from his bedroom)
Marshal ain’t doing shit.
ALICE
William.
DAN
First thing I’m gonna do, Mark, is
take you boys and round up the
herd. ...Then I’m going to town.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
CLOSE ON-- WILLIAM in his room, gettting dressed, listening
with jaundice as his father reassures Mark. He pockets a deck
of cards and his dime novel.
MARK
What you gonna do in town?
DAN
I’m gonna tell Hollander to make
this right. I’m gonna tell him he
needs to pay for a new barn.
MARK
Maybe we should just shoot him,
like Will says.
Alice meets eyes with Dan who grabs HIS SPENCER RIFLE and
brushes past William on his way to the door.
DAN
....Let’s go. We got cattle to get.
7 CLOSE ON: BEN WADE (38)
--atop a magnificent BLACK MARE, staring at something. Ben
has a ruggedly handsome face, but what strikes you first is
his focus. He’s very still, eyes on fire, low to the horse.
The horse inches forward. Hooves hardly make a sound.
REVERSE TO REVEAL-- A RED-TAILED HAWK, perched only fifteen
feet away on the limb of a dead tree.
WE ARE: EXT. BOULDER CLUSTER, DESERT VALLEY-- CONTINUOUS
ANGLE ON-- WADE makes a low ‘s’ sound and his horse halts.
Wade sketches the bird on A SMALL LEDGER PAD with a PENCIL,
capturing its form with quick gestures. Suddenly: A noise.
The hawk FLIES OFF. Wade watches it shrink into the sky.
A darkness fills his eyes.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL: CHARLIE PRINCE (31), a pale eyed outlaw,
coming up behind Wade. A PAIR OF SCHOFIELDS on his legs.
...he stops his horse respectfully, a few yards back.
CHARLIE PRINCE
Coach is headed for Bisbee, Boss.
Girded with iron. Pinks on top.
Double shotguns and a Gatlin--
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
Charlie trails off as Wade rides to the tree, tears his
SKETCH and pins it to a BRANCH where the hawk had been
perched. His eyes flick to--
A DISTANT STAGECOACH, a speck in the valley, kicking dust.
Wade turns his horse and trots past Charlie...
Charlie Prince glances at the drawing. HOLD ON: THE SKETCH
FLUTTERING IN THE BREEZE as Prince follows down the hill.
8,9 OMITTED
EXT. BOULDER CLUSTER, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
Charlie Prince follows as-- Ben Wade rides down past a
CLUSTER OF BOULDERS where his outfit awaits him:
JORGENSEN (45): Massive arms and legs. A bear of a man.
CAMPOS (38): The marksman. Loads a cradled MONSTER RIFLE.
KINTER (34): A soulless butcher with deadened eyes.
SUTHERLAND (42): An explosives expert. He supervises as--
TIGHE (28): his protege, loading TNT in a saddle bag.
JACKSON (35): Powerful and dangerous. A friend and former
cellmate of --
TOMMY DARDEN (28): Battle-scarred handsome face. A BOWIE
KNIFE in his hand. He is looking to replace Wade and lead the
gang someday, soon. But in the meantime, he amuses himself
making trouble with--
NEZ (32): An Apache renegade. He speaks little English and
uses it rarely. But he is a great shot, a brilliant rider and
a merciless fighter. He’s been with Wade since the beginning.
Darden taunts Nez with his long knife, oblivious to Wade’s
approach-- He and Jackson trade a chuckle.
Nez looks at Wade. And Wade looks at Darden hard.
DARDEN
Ben.
Darden slips the knife back in the sheaf.
Wade turns his eyes to the road below.
...and here comes the STAGECOACH, GETTING CLOSER.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
Wade turns to Charlie and gives a nod...
...and the gang surges behind Charlie Prince. As everyone
rides past him, Campos the marksman looks back to Wade. Wade
nods to a CLUSTER OF BOULDERS nearby.
Campos climbs off his horse and scales the rocks.
EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
CLOSE ON: GALLOPING HOOVES thundering down a desert road.
A team of FOUR HORSES pulling an ARMORED STAGECOACH through a
barren stretch of land.
We see a fancy EYE LOGO stamped upon the door with the famous
Pinkerton slogan printed below: The Eye That Never Sleeps...
There are SIX PINKERTONS riding. Two in front, two on a
mounted “tailgun” platform and two inside, peering out slits.
THE VETERAN DRIVER pushes the horses.
Sitting beside him is the sixth man and the group’s leader--
BYRON McELROY (55). McElroy is clearly not a Pinkerton, and
hardly dressed or groomed like one. He’s got snake-like eyes.
He holds a mean-looking, twelve-gauge HAMMER SHOTGUN.
EXT. FOOTHILLS, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
Dan’s crouched next to his horse, gazing at one of his cows
which has collapsed upon the arid earth, gasping...
Dan glances up at the sky, then he pulls out the BROOCH in
his grimy hands.
Twenty feet away, William sits on his horse behind Dan,
shuffling HIS DECK OF CARDS.
WILLIAM
You gonna hock that?
Dan pockets it.
DAN
Someday, William. You walk in my
shoes, you might understand.
WILLIAM
I’m never walking in your shoes.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
Mark calls out from a nearby ridge:
MARK
Tracks over here!
Dan takes the SPENCER RIFLE from his saddle. Standing over
the dying creature. Looking in its eyes as he FIRES...
10C CLOSE ON-- WADE, WATCHING COACH FROM HILLTOP
The SHOT ECHOES faintly through the foothills. Wade peers
around behind him. He shrugs it off, focusing back on his
outfit below.
EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
McElroy stiffens as-- WADE’S GANG appears suddenly on the
road ahead coming straight at the coach, head on. McElroy
sees them and grimaces. Cocking both pins on his SHOTGUN.
MCELROY
Here we go.
With proficiency, the other Pinkertons flip down or slide
across several ARMORED STEEL PLATES in front of them...
...and in the next second, the outlaws and the Pinkertons
clash in a violent FUSILLADE OF BULLETS.
TWO PINKERTONS MAN THE GATLIN mounted at the rear.
Unfortunately it is exactly where the gang isn’t (they’re
coming from the front) and they have no shot.
The Pinkertons fire as Wade’s gang rides straight at them, a
game of chicken.
Bullets exploding around him, McELROY AIMS AT ONE OF THE
OUTLAWS RIDING IN FRONT.
-- BANG! -- With one shot he blows the outlaw off his horse.
As the gang swarms around them -- RATATATAT. PINKERTONS FIRE
THE GATLIN, spraying the gang, mowing down another outlaw.
Suddenly, one of the Pinkertons on the gatlin falls back,
shot by-- CAMPOS, at his sniper’s perch-- rifle smoking.
The remaining Pinkerton cradles the ammo and swings the big
brass gun at Campos, twisting the crank.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07 9.
Campos dives for cover amid a hail of bullets.
Like fighter pilots, the gang wheels in unison back around to
catch the coach on another pass.
CHARLIE PRINCE GALLOPS from the other side of the coach and
takes out the remaining Gatlin operator with two shots.
12 OMITTED
EXT. STAGECOACH-- CONTINUED
McElroy and the Pinkertons defend the coach valiantly. Taking
cover behind their ARMORED PLATES as the coach rattles along
the road. Another Pinkerton climbs from a hatch and re-mans
the Gatlin. He sends a spray of bullets toward the oncoming
gang-- another man falls.
The last Pinkerton (MOONS) inside the stagecoach takes aim
through the gun slit. He manages to HIT JORGENSEN.
The big man snaps backwards, falling to the ground, while
clutching HIS EAR...
CLOSE ON -- MCELROY’S EYES watching Sutherland and Tighe
approach from the driver’s side.
MCELROY
(to driver)
Get. Down. Now!
McElroy swings his shotgun over the driver, who ducks, and
aims at Tighe but then aims lower, at his saddle bag--
He fires and-- BOOM!-- TIGHE AND HORSE EXPLODE IN MID-STRIDE.
THE COACH LURCHES INTO A NARROW PASS, making it hard for the
gang to follow.
EXT. BOULDER CLUSTER, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
Wade watches, amused, his eyes on McElroy as he directs the
coach to make a run for a narrow pass.
Wade smiles. These two have history. Then, he notices-- A
SCRAWNY HERD OF CATTLE on the other side of an outcropping.
Forty cows and bulls nibbling on what little they can find.
A thought flickers across Wade’s mind.
And he abruptly wheels his horse towards the animals.
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
EXT. FOOTHILLS, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
Dan and his sons have stopped their horses over the ridge,
listening to the GUNSHOTS. Sounds like a warzone.
Dan pulls out his SPENCER RIFLE, riding in front.
DAN
Stay behind me.
15 OMITTED
EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
THE STAGECOACH RACES through the narrow pass, A PLUME OF DUST
rising. McElroy squints, seeing--
A HERD OF CATTLE stampeding toward him. And Ben Wade driving
them unflinchingly with a stock whip.
MCELROY
Pull up, kid. Pull up!
The driver stares at the cattle, frozen. Imagine the bull run
in Pamplona, only you’re driving into it. McElroy lunges for
the reins pulling hard as HOOVES and HORNS collide.
The STAGECOACH lists to one side, you can feel the weight of
this iron carriage. The FRONT AXLE SNAPS. Horses break free--
The STAGECOACH NOSES INTO AN EMBANKMENT AND FLIPS, rolling
end over end like a semi on the turnpike. McElroy, the
driver, and injured Pinkertons catapult to the air.
16A ANGLE ON: THE OUTLAWS hounding unfortunate survivors.
Darden touches his BOWIE KNIFE to the chest of A PINKERTON.
PINKERTON
Oh God, Mr. Wade. Please. I got a
wife and three kids. Please don’t--
DARDEN
What did you call me, boy? I ain’t
Ben Wade. My name is Tommy Darden.
Legend with a blade. Soon to run
this outfit. Say my name. Say it.
PINKERTON
...I can’t remember it...
3:10 TO YUMA - TAN - 1.23.07
Darden twists the knife as the driver howls.
Charlie Prince wields his TWO SCHOFIELDS like the Reaper,
singing and doing a soft shoe as he puts two Pinkertons out
of their misery.
17 CLOSE ON-- BEN WADE
moves slowly, confidently toward the coach, unimpressed by
the carnage. Most of the coach horses have run off. A couple
are on the ground. A few cattle wander about dazed.
EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
As the dust settles. The outlaws find McElroy pulling himself
in the dirt, holding his leg, reaching with his other hand
for his HAMMER SHOTGUN.
CHARLIE PRINCE
Morning, Pinkerton. Name’s Charlie
Prince. I expect you heard of me.
MCELROY
I heard of a balled-up whore named
Charlie Princess. That you, missy.
Darden and Jackson get a chuckle out of this -- Charlie
Prince smiles, then fires a SHOT into McElroy’s gut...
...and McElroy just GRUNTS.
CHARLIE PRINCE
I hate Pinkertons.
ANGLE ON: BEN WADE riding up now, the gang clearing a path.
He stops before McElroy and they share a look...
WADE
When’d your hair turn all gray,
Byron.
McElroy says nothing. Wade gives a nod to Sutherland who
rushes up to the PADLOCKED STEEL DOOR on the stagecoach, a
SATCHEL OF EXPLOSIVES under his arm.
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WADE (CONT’D)
I heard, Byron, that your boss, Al
Pinkerton, president of the most
feared protection agency in all the
world, home of the eye that never
sleeps, well, I heard he got an
infection from biting his own
tongue ...and died last month. That
true?
(turns)
Makes you think, don’t it Charlie?
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Some of the gang laughs. As Sutherland sets EXPLOSIVES, Wade
circles the toppled coach, admiring the ARMORED PLATES.
WADE (CONT’D)
Al spared no expense on this one,
Byron. Probably cheaper just to let
me rob the damned thing.
MCELROY
If you’re gonna kill me, I’d just
as soon get to it.
WADE
(dismounts)
I’m not gonna kill you. Not like
this.
MCELROY
You let me live, it won’t change a
thing. I’ll come for you.
WADE
Be disappointed if you didn’t.
BOOM! THE EXPLOSIVES blow the STEEL DOOR off its hinges.
Moons lies, groggy and bloody on the floor.
Darden jumps past Sutherland and inside the stagecoach
(stepping over Moons, who plays dead). He reappears with a
STRONG BOX. He shoots off the PADLOCK and OPENS the box...
...to reveal DOZENS OF CASH ROLLS inside. Railroad money. He
whoops with joy, tossing the CASH ROLLS to Jackson who puts
the CASH ROLLS into SADDLE BAGS.
Wade watches the pair closely.
EXT. RIDGE, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
...From the crest of the ridge, Mark waves to Dan and
William. Mark sees the HERD and the STAGECOACH WRECKAGE,
OUTLAWS swarming around it.
Coming up the rise, Dan goes still at the sight of this.
He signals silence to Mark. Mark’s horse fidgets.
Some rocks tumble down the ridge.
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EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
...the robbery is almost over now. Darden emptying out the
last of the STRONG BOX. Nez packing the CASH in SADDLE BAGS.
Wade glances at the wounded Jorgensen who’s tied a BANDANNA
around his ear. He gives the boss a nod, he’s okay.
All of a sudden ...CLICK! Darden freezes, hearing a PISTOL
from behind. The rest of the gang goes still, guns ready. As
Moons climbs out from inside the coach, grabbing Darden,
hostage-style. He is a blood drenched mess.
MOONS
I’ll ask you to put down the money.
DARDEN
‘not a good play, friend.
MOONS
...Step back now. All of you. Hands
up. Or he dies.
No one in the gang moves a muscle. Darden tries to free
himself but Moons holds tight, cocking his weapon to Darden’s
temple. Darden looks at Wade.
DARDEN
...Shit.
-- Wade quick-draws his COLT “PEACEMAKER” -- BANG! -- AND
SHOOTS DARDEN who spins violently-- grabbing his NECK and
falling to the ground, mortally wounded.
BANG! ANOTHER SHOT snaps Moons’ head back.
He falls to the ground, dead.
EXT. RIDGE, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
It’s obviously the first time the children have ever seen a
killing. Mark is shaken... William fascinated...
...and we see that Dan’s all too aware of this.
WILLIAM
He is fast...
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DAN
Back up. Quietly. William.
Rocks start to slide as Dan moves them to a less exposed
point.
22-25 OMITTED
EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
BACK AT THE COACH, WADE reloads his smoking pistol as he
speaks to Darden stuggling for last breaths on the dirt.
WADE
...Well, Tommy. It appears there
was a Pink in that coach you didn’t
see. Now I don’t know if Charlie
told you, but we got a few rules in
this outfit. And this sad outcome,
well, this is what happens when you
put us all at risk. You were weak.
Some rocks fall in the distance, from where Dan and his sons
are making a retreat. A boy coughs. The whole gang hears it.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
Ten guns whip to the ridge. Cocked and leveled at Dan.
Wade leaps on his his horse, GALLOPING up to the ridge WITH
CHARLIE PRINCE AND CAMPOS RIGHT BEHIND HIM.
Jackson starts to pick up the money... ...but Nez gets there
first. Placing the SADDLE BAGS full of cash onto his horse.
The other outlaws watch him.
EXT. RIDGE, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
Dan rides in front of his two boys as Wade and Charlie Prince
approach. Wade and Dan stare at one another.
WADE
Morning.
DAN
Those are my cattle. I want them
back.
CHARLIE PRINCE
Careful, rancher. That’s Ben Wade
you’re talking to.
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We see William, awestruck.
DAN
I need them back. They’re all I’ve
got.
WADE
I don’t want your herd. But I’m
going to need those horses.
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CHARLIE PRINCE
(moves forward)
So you don’t do anything foolish.
Dan sheaths his rifle and gives his boys a look. They
dismount and Charlie Prince takes their horses.
WADE
You’ll find them on the trail to
Bisbee.
The two outlaws turn, taking the horses, riding down the hill
leaving Dan his boys.
EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
...we FOLLOW Wade, Prince and Campos as they ride away.
CAMPOS
(quietly, to Prince)
What’s in Bisbee.
CHARLIE PRINCE
‘Aint you thirsty.
Charlie rides past the WRECKAGE and the gang falls in behind.
Charging down the road. Jackson lags, circling Darden’s body.
EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY
Minutes later. Dan leads his sons through the cattle which
are milling about the WRECKAGE. Dan looks for survivors.
DEAD BODIES. A few DEAD STEER.
And one of the HORSES that pulled the coach, also dead.
William spots something by Bill Moons’ corpse...
Three SPENT SHELLS from WADE’S PISTOL. William picks up one
of the spent shells. Gazing at it like it’s treasure.
ANGLE ON: DAN as he comes upon McElroy in the dirt,
bleeding... trying to get up...
MCELROY
Ahhh Dammit!
(to Dan)
Get me on my feet.
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DAN
I think you’re in pretty bad shape,
Mister. Maybe you should--
MCELROY
Get me on my damned feet!
...As Dan tries to lift him, McElroy grunts and gets upright
but then his legs give out and he crumbles to the ground.
DAN
Mark, William--
(pointing to the wreck)
Bring me one of them boards.
CUT TO:
EXT. BISBEE, SOUTHERN ARIZONA - DAY
Ben Wade rides, shadowed by Charlie Prince on his horse.
The rest of the gang is nowhere in sight...
...the two men are approaching a remote town -- A dozen
WOODEN STRUCTURES strewn upon a crossroad.
Small flags stuck in the dirt, trace the intended path of a
train line from the mountains. A sign says:
ANNOUNCING THE BISBEE-CONTENTION LINE.
A small surveying crew works, laying out the flags.
31 OMITTED
EXT. MAIN STREET, BISBEE - DAY
THE OUTLAWS survey the town as they ride through. There’s a
SALOON (“Hollander’s”) and around the corner A VETERINARIAN'S
OFFICE and a BLACKSMITH. A FEW TOWNSFOLK move along, none
paying much attention.
EXT. MARSHAL’S OFFICE, BISBEE - DAY
At the end of the street sits the MARSHAL’S OFFICE, several
horses tied to the side. Wade dismounts at the corner,
noticing a BARMAID emerge from a saloon...
...this is EMMA NELSON (31). She glances at Wade, meeting his
eyes, then turns to sweep the porch. A connection.
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Charlie Prince ties his horse further down the block from
Wade. He glances at Sutherland across the street, tending to
his horse near a Blacksmith’s shop.
Off Wade’s glance, Charlie starts to the Marshals’s office.
FOLLOWING CHARLIE’S BOOTS-- With each step, his gait changes
from the stride of an outlaw to the amble of a cowpoke.
INT./EXT. MARSHAL’S OFFICE, BISBEE - DAY
In the doorway looking out, GRAYSON BUTTERFIELD (36) stares
at the horizon. His face sour with anxiety. He wears the
official suit of the Southern Railroad.
Just inside MARSHAL WEATHERS (42) checks his watch. HIS
DEPUTY, KANE, rolls a cigarette in the back.
MARSHAL
They’re probably just late, Mister
Butterfield.
Charlie Prince leans in the doorway.
BUTTERFIELD
Pinkertons don’t run late, Marshal.
That’s why they’re paid fourteen
dollars a day.
MARSHAL
Can I help you?
CHARLIE PRINCE
...Well ...I think maybe a coach
headed for here got itself held up
in a canyon ten miles back. By Ben
Wade himself, I think.
BUTTERFIELD
God Dammit!..
MARSHAL WEATHERS
How did you know it was Wade?
OUTSIDE-- BEN WADE watches as--
Emma crosses inside the saloon with her dust pan.
Ben pulls his hat low and walks down the plank sidewalk,
moving closer to the voices in the Marshal’s office...
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CHARLIE PRINCE
‘Can’t say I know it was him. But I
saw a Mexican sharpshooter, and an
Apache.
KANE
...Jesus Christ. Did you see the
“Hand of God”?
CHARLIE PRINCE
...What’s that?
KANE
His pistol.
BUTTERFIELD
Why didn’t you do something?
CHARLIE PRINCE
There was a lot of weapons, Mister.