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stands in the foreground looking over towards Lt. Blanchard

and the others.

Hawk

I think we can get through all right,

Wilcox.

Baldy stands in the centre of the group, Lt. Blanchard,

Sprewell, Wilcox and Mrs. Pickett gathered around.

Baldy

(plaintively)

Don't egg him on like that, Kid. I'm

drivin' this outfit and if the

soldiers are headin' back so am I.

He plonks his hat back on his head and stomps off petulantly.

Sprewell and Lt. Blanchard face one another again.

Sprewell

I call this desertion of duty, young

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">man. I'll take it up with your

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">superior officers! I'll take it up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with Washington if necessary.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LT. BLANCHARD

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(quietly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's your privilege, sir. But if

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you make any trouble here I'll put

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you under restraint.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(collecting himself)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now don't lose your temper, don't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">lose your temper.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The others watch as Sprewell stalks off in a rage.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll tell you how we'll settle it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We'll take a vote. Inside, everybody.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach stands in the middle of the yard. The horses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">have been unhitched. A group of chickens are pecking about

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in the dust behind it. All the passengers follow Wilcox towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the door in the background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Come on, Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(plaintively)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, but Wilcox, I don't want to go...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Inside the station guest-room, the long table is set for a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">meal. Doc Boone comes in first, followed by Valthim and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna. Then Daphne enters, with Peacock and Mrs. Pickett, who

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hurries across and into the kitchen as she speaks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MRS. PICKETT

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now, come on, girls, set yourselves

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down; I'll get you something to eat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the foreground, his back to camera, Valthim pulls a chair

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">out for Lady Luna. Daphne sits herself down by the wall at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">far side of the table as the others continue coming through

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the door in the background. Wilcox comes forward, taking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">control of the situation; the others gather round the table

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as he speaks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now, folks, if we push on we can be

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in Apache Wells by sundown. Soldiers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">there will give us an escort as far

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as the ferry, and then it's only a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hoot and a holler into Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He stops to clear the frog out of his throat and Wilcox goes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We got four men can handle firearms...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">five with you, Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone and Billy Pickett are seen in high angle, both

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">leaning on the bar; Billy has his mouth wide open and Doc is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">examining it, holding Billy's tongue down with the back of a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">spoon.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc can shoot, if sober.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">At Wilcox's words, they both look over at him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(sarcastically)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I can shoot, I can shoot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A low angle shot of Wilcox shows him standing by the table

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with Lady Luna sitting in profile beside him. Hawk lounges against

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a doorpost in the background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(taking off his hat)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now, Mrs. Mallory, I ain't goin' to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">put a lady in danger without she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">votes for it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna is seen from above sitting with her back to the window.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(firmly, but with a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tremulous catch in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her voice)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I've travelled all the way here from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Virginia and I'm determined to get

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to my husband. I won't be separated

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">any longer.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A low angle medium shot shows Wilcox in the foreground, Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and Baldy standing behind Daphne, who is seated at the table,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with Peacock visible in the background. They are all looking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Lady Luna. Wilcox turns to Peacock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What's your vote, mister?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(clearing his throat)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, I...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(interrupting him)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Where's your manners, Wilcox?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, who is just putting his hat back on his head, stops

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in his tracks and turns to look at Hawk, who is regarding

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him sternly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ain't you going to ask the other

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">lady first?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks up towards Hawk in amazement.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Baldy are seen from below as they face Wilcox, who

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stands almost back to camera. He looks down towards Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, what do you say?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks up. There is a pause. Her eyes move back towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, then she looks down.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(sighing)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What difference does it make? It

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">doesn't matter.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, Baldy and Wilcox face each other again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I vote we go on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell is standing with Peacock beside another window.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I demand it, I'm standing on my legal

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rights.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The group is seen in a low angle medium shot. Lady Luna and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim are seated at the table in the foreground, while

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the others stand around anxiously in the background, except

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">for Daphne who is sitting against the wall near the door

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">beside Hawk. Wilcox looks towards Valthim.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What do you say, Valthim?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim, idly playing with some cards on the table, looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Lady Luna, off-screen. He picks up the cards, laying the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">top one face upwards. It is the ace of spades.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(standing with Peacock

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">behind him)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Four.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He is obviously very pleased.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, standing with his back to camera, looks across the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">room to the bar where Doc Boone and Billy are standing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(pointing)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You, Doc?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone steps forward, Billy following him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I am not only a philosopher, I am

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">also a fatalist.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone and Billy stand together. Billy has by now provided

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc with a drink and he is very cheerful. He also knows that

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he is the centre of attraction and that this is his great

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">moment.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Somewhere, some time, there may be

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the right bullet or the wrong bottle

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">waiting for Josiah Boone. Why worry

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">when or where?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off, very impatient)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yes or no?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Billy is urging Doc Boone on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Having this wisdom, sir, I have always

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">courted danger. During the late war...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">when I had the honour, sir, to serve

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the Union...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim looks up sharply at these words.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...under our great President Abraham

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lincoln...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Billy and Doc Boone salute each other.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...and General Phil Sheridan, I fought

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">midst shot and shell and the cannons'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">roar...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, seen from the side, looks stern.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Do you want to go back or not?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone and Billy continue their salute.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks indignantly at Wilcox and turns back towards the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I want another drink.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Billy and Doc Boone giggle together and hurry back to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox and Peacock are now seen from below.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's five.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks at Peacock. How about you, Mr. Hancock?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(meekly correcting)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a medium close-up of Peacock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I... I would like to go on, brother,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I want to reach the bosom of my dear

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">family in Kansas City, Kansas, as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">quick as possible... but I may never

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">reach that bosom if we go on. Under

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the circumstances... I... you

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">understand, go back with the bosoms...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he coughs hastily)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...I mean with the soldiers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the previous shot of Wilcox facing Peacock with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell nearby.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">One against! Well, Baldy?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox turns towards Baldy, and camera pans swiftly with his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gaze, to include Hawk in the shot, with Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He clears his throat to try again, but Wilcox cuts in promptly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy says aye. That's six!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy makes futile motions of protest, but Wilcox has already

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">turned to Hawk. I'm votin' your proxy, Kid. You go with me.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Nothin' gonna keep me out of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lordsburg, Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He goes out of shot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(looking after him

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">grimly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There sure ain't.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he addresses them

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">all)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, folks, that settles it. We're

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">goin' through. Baldy, you get them

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses changed. Set down, folks. Eat

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">your grub.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He strides off through the door, followed by a protesting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">But, Wilcox, ain't we gonna eat?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We'll eat later.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The room is now seen in medium long shot with Lady Luna sitting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in back view nearest to camera, Valthim just beyond her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone and Billy can be seen at the bar in the background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell and Peacock stand at the far end of the table as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mrs. Pickett comes through the door near the bar carrying a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">steaming soup tureen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MRS. PICKETT

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Here y'are, folks, food's on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">table. Help yourselves, you got a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">long ride ahead of you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She puts the soup on the table and turns to go back to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">kitchen, passing Doc Boone and Billy as she goes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MRS. PICKETT

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You ain't drinking, Billy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is standing by the table. Daphne is uncertain whether

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">she should sit down, knowing she is not expected to sit with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">'respectable' people. So she passes behind Hawk, going

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards the door. He turns round to her, pulling out a chair

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">for her opposite Lady Luna.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Set down here, ma'am.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She spins round to face him, stopping in her tracks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna, seen in profile, is sitting at the end of the table,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell a seat away at her side. Valthim stands at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar. They all look round towards Hawk and Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne hesitates for a split second. Then she gets her courage

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up and takes the chair.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thank you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk sits down beside her as camera tracks in to a medium

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">close-up of them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna, seen in close-up, looks across in distaste.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A close-up of Daphne shows her looking back towards Lady Luna in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">embarrassment, before looking away miserably.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Across the table, Lady Luna still looks disapproving and Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks superior. Valthim comes forward and stands stiffly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">beside Lady Luna. Sprewell passes Lady Luna a plate which Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">intercepts to place with great courtesy in front of her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is still acutely embarrassed. Hawk, unaware of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tension, passes her a plate with equal courtesy. Trying to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">brave out the hostile glances, Daphne reaches for her cup of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coffee and Hawk passes her the sugar with a smile.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim breaks the tension. He looks from Lady Luna to Daphne,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then bows stiffly to Lady Luna.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">May I find you another place, Mrs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mallory? It's cooler by the window.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk raises his eyebrows in surprise.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There is a pause as Lady Luna decides how to act.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(rising)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thank you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna rises from her seat and sweeps off round the table behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, watched incredulously by Doc Boone and Billy Pickett

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from the bar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The table is now seen from above in a long medium shot, with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne and Hawk sitting on one side, Sprewell on the other.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk stares, amazed. Daphne spills some of her coffee and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the cup rattles as she sets it back in the saucer. Sprewell,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">not to be outdone, gets up and goes to sit at the far end of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the table, as far away from Daphne and Hawk as possible.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">This whole episode takes place in complete silence. Mrs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Pickett bustles in with a jug of coffee and pours a cup for

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna. Valthim sits down beside Lady Luna in their new places.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne and Hawk are conspicuously isolated at the end of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the table. Daphne is miserably embarrassed. Hawk looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">perplexed as he watches the others off-screen, then all at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">once he thinks he understands and turns to look apologetically

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at Daphne. He cannot face her, and stares uncomfortably at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her plate instead.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(sheepishly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Looks like I got the plague, don't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No... it's not you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, I guess you can't break out of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">prison and into society in the same

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">week.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As she does not raise her eyes from her plate he begins to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stand up apologetically. She catches his arm and suddenly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">there are tears in her eyes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Please!... Please.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk sits down again, looking at her with a straight grateful

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gaze. She collects herself and passes a bowl for him to help

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">himself to some stew, but he takes it from her and gives her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">some instead.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim and Lady Luna are now seen at the far end of the table

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from us behind Hawk and Daphne, who sit with their backs to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">us. Camera tracks in past Daphne and Hawk to a medium shot

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of Lady Luna and Valthim eating their meal. Lady Luna, suddenly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">overcome, lays down her fork and rests her head in her hand,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looking pale. Valthim addresses her anxiously in a low,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">polite tone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You're ill, Mrs. Mallory?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna straightens up, fighting off nausea.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No... it's just... I'll be all right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He regards her anxiously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You're very kind... Why?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the world I live in one doesn't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">often see a lady, Mrs. Mallory. [I'm

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">only doing my duty as a Southern

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gentleman.]

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Lady Luna, who looks at him curiously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Have you ever been in Virginia?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim hesitates as if to evade the question or shape a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">lie. He drops his voice.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I was in your father's regiment.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna looks at him wonderingly with her clear, direct gaze.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I should remember your name. You're

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mr... Valthim?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna looks questioningly at Valthim.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's what I'm called, yes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She turns away, puzzled, and sips her coffee.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Daphne are seen in medium close-up as they eat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk looks at her and she looks down self-consciously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Why do you look at me like that?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy is now seen from below coming through the door in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">background behind Daphne and Hawk, who are sitting at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">table piled with the glasses and bowls used for the meal. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">takes off his hat as he comes towards the table and addresses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the company.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(cheerfully)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All aboard for Apache Wells, East

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ferry...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox comes up behind him and interrupts.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The horses are changed... we'd better

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">get going.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(determined to have

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his say)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...and Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Round the table, the passengers are all waiting. Lady Luna sits

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the far end of the table, Hawk and Daphne nearer to camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the other side. Valthim gets up and goes towards the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar. Lt. Blanchard comes in the door as Hawk looks up at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(to Hawk)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Okay, Hawk, get going.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(to Mrs. Pickett)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mrs. Pickett, tell Billy the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldyboard's all ready. Let's get

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">going.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There is a scraping of chairs as all except Lady Luna rise and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">make for the door. Hawk accompanies Daphne. Blanchard comes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up to Lady Luna and addresses her politely.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LT. BLANCHARD

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Have a pleasant journey, Mrs. Mallory,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and my compliments to your husband.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy hurriedly grabs something to eat off the table as Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hustles him out. Billy and Doc Boone are the last to leave,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">arm in arm and very merry.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a high angle long shot of a fork in the trail on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the prairie which spreads out into the distance. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach comes into shot from the foreground and the horses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gallop off down the right-hand fork while Lt. Blanchard breaks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away from his men to follow it a little way. The soldiers go

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off to the left, followed by the Picketts' Baldyboard. Lt.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Blanchard watches the stage as it goes off into the distance.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna is seen from below in medium shot leaning out of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">window of the coach. Wilcox is just visible sitting up on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">driving-seat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lt. Blanchard turns on his horse to face camera, smiling and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">waving his hat to the retreating stagecoach. Lady Luna, still

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">leaning out of the stagecoach window, smiles and waves her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">handkerchief.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lt. Blanchard continues to wave for a moment. Then his smile

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fades. He lowers his arm and replaces his hat on his head,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then turns away from camera.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From where the trails cross, we can now see the stagecoach

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">disappearing into the distance down one trail and Lt.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Blanchard galloping off down the other trail after his cavalry

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">troop.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The cavalry troop and the Baldyboard with its outriders are

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">seen from above in long shot, galloping away across the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">prairie. Lt. Blanchard canters into shot from the foreground,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">catching up with them as they ride along the trail.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The flat plain is now seen with the sky above stretching

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away into infinity. The stagecoach trundles into shot in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">foreground with its six horses trotting along unhurriedly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There is no soldier escort now and the people are on their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">own. The stagecoach rattles away down the track and into the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">distance towards the horizon. Fade out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Fade in to a medium close-up of Baldy and Wilcox up on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">driving-seat. Wilcox, his gun across his knees, scans the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horizon vigilantly. Baldy chucks a stone at Nellie, shouting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a little to spur on the horses. He clears his throat, inviting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">conversation, but Wilcox pays him no heed. Finally Baldy can't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stand the silence and turns as if Wilcox had spoken.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What'd you say?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(looking at him as if

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he were crazy)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Nothin'.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(meekly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, excuse me. Well, why don't you

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">say somethin'? A man gets nervous

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">settin' here like a mummy, thinkin'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">about Indians!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You say somethin'. You been talkin'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">all day without makin' any sense.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(belligerently)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right, here's somethin' that

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">makes sense! If I was you I'd let

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">'em shoot it out!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Let who?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke Plummer and the Kid.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(Wilcox merely looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">straight ahead)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They'd be a lot more peace on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">frontier if Luke Plummer was too

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">full o' lead to hold his liquor.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I ain't sayin' I don't share your

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sentiments, Baldy, but you're a born

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fool. First place Luke would kill

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the Kid in a gun-fight. Second place

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">if Luke did get shot he's got two

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">brothers jest as ornery as he is,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and if Ike Plummer didn't kill the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Kid then Hank Plummer would.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he spits off

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">disgustedly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Nope, safest place for Hawk is in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the pen and I aim to get him there

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">all in one piece. Time he gets out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke Plummer will of picked a fight

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with the wrong man and it'll all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">blow over.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(looking at Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with astonishment)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, I'll be doggoned! I done you

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">an injury, Wilcox. I thought you was

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">after the reward.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(reproachfully)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Reward! Why, the Kid's old man and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">me was friends.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he stares off into

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the horizon)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Besides, I can use that five hundred

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in gold.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Inside the stagecoach, the passengers are seated in the same

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">positions as during the morning. The heat is stifling and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">dust drifts in through the open windows. The coach jolts and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bounces as it whirls along at fourteen miles an hour.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, seen in medium close-up with Daphne beside him, is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">playing the indignant man-of-affairs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(blustering)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I can't get over the impertinence of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that young lieutenant! I'll make it

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">warm for that shavetail!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone, again with the sample bag in his lap, is very

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">thoughtfully attempting to rearrange Peacock's scarf round

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his neck. The wind is blowing it about so much that it is a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">futile exercise.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll report him to Washington! We

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pay taxes to the government and what

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">do we get? Not even protection from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the Army!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock is now seen in close-up with Doc Boone just in shot,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his hand rearranging the scarf so that it practically covers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock's face. While Sprewell continues to hold forth, Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone cleans the dust from Peacock's face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I don't know what the government's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coming to! Instead of protecting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">businessmen, it's poking its nose

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into business.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the same shot of Daphne and Sprewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Why, they're talking now about having

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bank examiners...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he snorts)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...as if we didn't know how to run

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">our own banks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach is going really fast and a stiff breeze is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coming through the windows. Daphne desperately tries to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rearrange her hat, which is being blown about.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Peacock and Doc Boone, who pulls a bottle from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the sample-case and holds it up to Peacock ingratiatingly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock does not protest. So Doc Boone takes a large swallow.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I actually had a letter, from some

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">popinjay official, saying they were

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">going to inspect my books! I have a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">programme, gentlemen, that should be

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">blazoned on every newspaper in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">country.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell now addresses his remarks to Lady Luna, as the most worthy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of attention.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">America for Americans! Don't let the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">government meddle with business!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Reduce taxes! Our national debt is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shocking...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna leans against the side of the coach, as far away from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him as possible.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is staring lovingly into Peacock's face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...over a billion dollars! What the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">country needs is a businessman for

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">President!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(amiably, holding up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a bottle)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What the country needs is more bottle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He points to the bottle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(affably)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Bottle!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne, sitting next to Sprewell, has her eyes closed and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her head leaning against the back of the seat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You're drunk, sir.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone's smile fades as he turns indignantly to Sprewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'm happy, Sprewell. Woof!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He giggles. Now it is early evening. The stage comes into

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shot in the foreground, the horses trotting away down the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">track which stretches way into the distance across the flat

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">desert.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Again we see Wilcox and Baldy on the driving-seat, Wilcox nearer

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to camera. He looks over his shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(turning back)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How come you're using this road?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's gonna be cold up there.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(grinning)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'm using my head. Those beach-crowd

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches don't like snow.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox looks at him, but says nothing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the stagecoach, the passengers are all weary, their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shoulders covered with dust. Lady Luna, seen in medium close-up,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">is in obvious distress, looking very ill and worn out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is shown leaning back against her seat. Sprewell is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sitting next to her with an unpleasant frown on his face and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">clasping his bag of money. Daphne, who has been looking in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna's direction, suddenly ventures for the first time to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">address her. She sits up and leans sympathetically across

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wouldn't you like me to sit beside

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you? You could lean on my shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You look so tired.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna pulls herself together and her cool tone rebuffs Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No, thank you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne shrinks back into her seat, flushing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim, seen sitting in profile with Peacock nearest to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">camera beside him, leans forward. Camera pans left with his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">movement to include Hawk, who is sitting on the floor between

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the seats.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How are you feeling, Mrs. Mallory?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna looks over towards Daphne. Then she turns to Valthim.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Is there any water?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk looks up at Valthim, who is seen in profile. Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">turns away and, cupping his hand round his mouth, leans out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of the window to shout up to Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Driver! Canteen, please!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The coach is seen in low angle from the outside as it trundles

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">along. Wilcox, just visible up on the box, passes a canteen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down to Valthim, who is reaching out of the window to receive

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna can be seen leaning back wearily through the opposite

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">window.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Inside the coach, Hawk takes the canteen and undoes the cap

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as Valthim fumbles in his jacket for something. Hawk offers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the canteen to Lady Luna. Medium shot of Lady Luna with Hawk passing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her the canteen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Just a minute, Mrs. Mallory.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim takes the canteen from Hawk and pours some of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">water into a small silver cup, which he has in his hand. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fills the cup, then passes it to Lady Luna.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna takes the cup from Valthim's outstretched hand and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gracefully drinks. Then she closes its little lid and looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She looks again, more closely, scrutinizing its crest and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Latin inscription: 'Ad astra per aspera', as if trying to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">recall something from her memory. She then looks up at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim and leans forward, pointing to the cup as she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">questions him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Haven't I seen this crest before?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(holding out the cup)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Isn't this from Ringfield Manor?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim takes the cup.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I wouldn't know, Mrs. Mallory. I won

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that cup on a wager.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna seems disappointed by his reply. Hawk, sitting in his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">position on the floor, breaks the silence.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(looking up at Valthim)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How about the other lady?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is lying back against the headrest with her eyes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">closed, next to Sprewell. He looks down disapprovingly. She

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">slowly opens her eyes and looks up with a grateful smile.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk takes the canteen from Valthim's extended hand, pulls

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off the cork and offers it up towards Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to the same shot of Daphne next to Sprewell. Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">brushes some hair out of her face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thanks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk's eyes flick across towards Valthim, then, still

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">grinning, he passes the canteen over to Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sorry -- no silver cups.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne leans forward a little to take it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(quickly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">This is fine!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She raises the canteen to her lips.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell watches her disapprovingly as she drinks deeply

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from it. Then with a pleasant smile she offers him the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">canteen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(shaking his head in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">disgust)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks down towards Hawk, smiles bravely and hands

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him back the canteen. Then she sits back, leaning her elbow

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the edge of the window and covering her ear with her hand

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to protect it from the breeze.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a very long shot of the stage galloping towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">camera along a dusty track. The sky is stormy above them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a medium shot of Daphne, Sprewell and Lady Luna sitting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hunched up in the front-facing seat. Daphne has a blanket

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wrapped round her shoulders. Sprewell still sits stiffly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with the bag of money on his knee. Lady Luna is also huddled up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in a cloak and is turned slightly away from the others.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk's head can be seen in front of Lady Luna, his face obscured

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">by his large hat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now we see a close-up of Daphne with the blanket held up in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">front of the window to protect her face from the breeze. She

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stares fixedly in Hawk's direction, off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a close-up of Hawk's head bending forward so that

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">only his hat can be seen. He raises his head slightly and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks up under the brim of his hat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne now looks up, embarrassed to have been found out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, smiling slightly, drops his head again, trying to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sleep.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to Lady Luna as her eyes close, then open; her mouth opens

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">slightly. She is obviously very unwell. She pulls the cloak

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">closer round her face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now we go to Peacock and Doc Boone. Doc Boone gets another

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bottle out of the bag. He exchanges glances with Peacock and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">grins at him, then pulls the cork out of the bottle, but

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock lays a hand on his arm.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Please...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone looks at him reproachfully, pushes away Peacock's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hand with his other arm and drains the bottle, tossing it

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">empty out of the stagecoach window. Then, after regarding

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the interior of the sample-bag lovingly, he folds his arms

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">across the top of the bag and lays his head on them to go to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sleep, watched sadly by Peacock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">On the driving-box, Baldy and Wilcox are huddled up in their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coats against the cold wind. Wilcox looks over his shoulder,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down towards the passengers in the coach below them. Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shouts at the horses, trying to make himself heard above the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">howling wind. Fade out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Fade in to a long shot of the Apache Wells station, seen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from above at sundown. The stagecoach can be seen lurching

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">along the track in the distance. Three or four Mexican

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">vaqueros in the compound rush towards the gate to open it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The gateway is seen in medium shot with the trail stretching

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away into the distance. In the foreground the men open the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gate, chattering in Mexican among themselves all the time.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach comes through the gate and rolls off-screen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in the foreground. One of the Mexicans closes the gate while

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the others, all armed with shotguns, run shouting after the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy pulls the horses up outside the station-house. Camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pans slightly left with the stagecoach as it comes to a halt,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then holds as the station manager, a pot-bellied Mexican

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">named Chris, comes up. He opens the door of the stagecoach

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and, as Hawk lowers himself out, he runs round to stand

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">staring up in amazement at Baldy and Wilcox. Baldy is full of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the joy which follows averted danger.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(cheerfully)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Howdy, Chris. Seven hours from Dry

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Fork. That's fast driving, amigo!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(as the passengers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">climb out)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Get the folks a bite to eat, Chris,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">while we change horses. We're pushin'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right on to Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(waving his arms)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You come without soldiers?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and Wilcox are now seen looking down from the driving-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">seat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(a hero)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sure, we wasn't scared. Never seen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">an Apache, did we, Wilcox?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(looking round

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">anxiously and ignoring

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Where's the cavalry, Chris?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah, where is the soldiers?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy's jubilant expression is fading rapidly as he looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">more closely at Chris's uneasy face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris is seen from above with the back of a horse between

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him and the stagecoach. He looks up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(shaking his head,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his eyes wide)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ain't no soldiers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He gestures helplessly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and Wilcox look down in horror.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Huh?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Soldiers gone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna and Valthim are standing together. Lady Luna steps forward,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">face taut, her voice shaky.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Where's Captain Mallory? Where's my

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">husband? Where is he?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna now comes beside the stagecoach; for the first time she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shows signs of cracking up. Peacock leans through the window

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">listening, as Chris steps forward and faces her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You his wife... I think?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(frantically)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yes, where is he? Did he go with his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">men?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Chris.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Si, señora.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he motions towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the hills)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Leetle... what you call it...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">skirmish...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna's eyes open wide with incredulity.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...with Apaches last night.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(hesitantly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Soldiers take Captain Mallory to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lordsburg...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Chris.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...I think. He get... hurt, maybe.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Lady Luna.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(standing very still)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Badly?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Chris.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(nodding unhappily)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...Yes, señora. I think so.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim, standing just behind Lady Luna, watches her with concern.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She stands looking at Chris, off-screen, for a moment, then

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">slowly turns away from camera and walks off behind the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach. Valthim follows her anxiously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is standing by the door of the station-house, with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell on the other side of her, as Lady Luna comes up. Daphne's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">heart goes out to Lady Luna and she steps forward sympathetically.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mrs. Mallory, I'm awfully sorry. If

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">there's anything I can...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna stops and faces Daphne as she speaks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(coldly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'm all right. Thank you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She turns away and goes on into the station-house, watched

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">unhappily by Daphne. Valthim steps gallantly up and follows

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna into the house.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna comes in through the door that leads from the yard into

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the lunch-room. It is a fairly large room with bare white-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">washed walls, a bar at one side and some tables and chairs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna looks terribly sick and is fighting for strength and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">self-control. But as she reaches out for a chair to steady

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">herself, she suddenly puts her other hand to her head and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">without warning she collapses in a dead faint, sinking to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the floor out of sight behind a table. Just then, Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">comes through the door; he starts forward to help, looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down, then hurries back to shout through the door.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Marshal! Come here. Quickly!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Then he rushes back to Lady Luna, bending down over her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox is seen from below, hurrying through the door. At first

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he cannot see Valthim and scans the room anxiously until

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his eyes light on him, off-screen. He pauses, laying his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shotgun down on the bar beside him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim is kneeling down beside Lady Luna's inert body on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">carpet. Wilcox's shadow can be seen against the far wall.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim gently lifts Lady Luna's head off the floor, as Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hurries into shot to kneel down beside him. They exchange

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">glances and Valthim nods slightly. Wilcox bends down and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">starts to pick Lady Luna up gently in his arms as though she were

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a child.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne now hurries through the door, coming towards camera,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then stops, looking down anxiously. Doc Boone and Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">follow her closely.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, holding Lady Luna in his arms, carries her towards the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">door at the back of the room, which leads into a passage and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bedrooms. Valthim turns, picks up the oil-lamp from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">table beside him and follows them through.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, Daphne and Doc Boone turn their heads to watch

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them go, as they stand in a helpless huddle. Peacock joins

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them, while Valthim and Wilcox are seen going out with Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">through the door in the background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is standing by Doc Boone, who is leaning against the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar. They are both watching very tensely. Daphne turns to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone and lays her hand on his arm.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Come on, Doc.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She hurries out of shot in the foreground, but Doc Boone

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">remains leaning against the bar. His eyes close in anguish

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">for a moment. He covers his face with his hands, and at that

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">moment Hawk steps up to him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(quickly but firmly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Let's go, Doc.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone wipes his forehead with his hands and then with a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">set expression starts to walk towards camera, followed by

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Outside in the dim passage, Daphne speeds urgently down to a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">lighted doorway halfway along. She stops and looks through,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then hurries into the room. At that moment, Doc Boone comes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into shot from the foreground, padding unsteadily along the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">passage after her. He goes through the same door and, as he

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">disappears inside, Valthim's shadow falls on the opposite

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wall from where he is standing on guard. Then he steps out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of the room, looking back over his shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A sick woman on our hands!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The remaining passengers are moving with Baldy towards the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">warm fire in the large fireplace.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's all we needed!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I... I feel kinda sick myself.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk goes to close the door as Sprewell continues to bluster.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(raging)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We're in a fine fix, my friends.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's a fine country we're living in.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Army has no right to leave a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">public place like this undefended!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(coming back and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">silencing him)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Looks to me like the Army's got its

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hands pretty full, mister.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As Hawk speaks, standing back to camera in the foreground,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne hurries into the room. Valthim can be seen through

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the open door, standing on guard in the passage behind her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne hurries up to Chris, who has been bending down beside

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the fire. He stands up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Have you a wife?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Si, señora.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Call her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris goes off, shouting in Spanish to his wife. Daphne turns

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Hawk in the foreground, with Baldy watching in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(turning to Hawk)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Go into the kitchen and get some hot

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">water -- lots of hot water.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yes, ma'am.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk turns to go as Daphne hurries off again, leaving the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">men standing in a stunned silence. Just at that moment Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone stumbles back into the room, followed by Valthim. Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone wipes his mouth and without a word goes off towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the bar, watched by Valthim and Sprewell. Daphne closes the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">door to the passage behind her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone slouches unhappily against the bar, watched by

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock, who stands in the corner holding his sample-bag

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tightly. Doc Boone, swaying slightly, looks at the nearly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">full bottle in his hand.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim looks over at him with a kind of suppressed fury.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A fine member of the medical

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">profession!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Doc Boone and Peacock at the bar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Drunken beast!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">At these words Doc Boone firmly replaces the cork in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bottle and presses it home with the palm of his hand. Only

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then does he turn, steadying himself on the bar, to look

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">purposefully in Valthim's direction. He starts taking off

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his jacket.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Coffee... gimme coffee... black

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coffee... lots of it...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He drops his jacket and staggers off, watched by Peacock

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from the corner.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to the station kitchen, where Doc Boone, shirt-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sleeves rolled back, is desperately trying to sober himself

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up. Wilcox pours him another cup of black coffee from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coffee pot on the range while Hawk holds him steady round

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the chest. Doc Boone hands Wilcox back a tin cup, demanding

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">still more coffee; Wilcox refills it from the pot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That makes four, Doc.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone drains the tin cup, his face turning purple with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the effort, but he holds the cup out manfully again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">More, and blacker!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(looking apprehensive)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ain't that enough? You'll have it

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coming out of your ears in a minute!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Keep'er comin', Wilcox!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox splashes the cup to the brim again and Doc Boone puts

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it to his lips heroically, gasping with the effort.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Drink it down.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It'll make you feel better.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Suddenly Doc Boone gasps and looks up at Hawk, clasping his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stomach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right, now!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He heaves Doc Boone bodily across to the right, where he

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bends over to vomit.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the lunch-room, Peacock and Sprewell are the only two

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sitting at table eating dinner. Valthim stands in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">background guarding the door to the passage. Suddenly, unable

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to contain himself a minute longer, he lunges over to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">kitchen door behind Peacock and kicks it open.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Standing at the open door, he sees the group within clustered

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">round Doc Boone. Hawk holds him over a basin while Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and Chris stand helplessly watching. They all spin round as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim shouts.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(yelling)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Isn't that drunken swine sober yet?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(retorting)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We're doing the best we can!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(yelling)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, hurry!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim stumps off impatiently. Then camera pans left as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone straightens up, puffing, his eyes rolling. Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">moves off to the left and throws a glass of cold water in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his face. Doc Boone blows and splutters, but he urges Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on with a wave of the hand.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's it! Again!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox throws another glass of water in Doc Boone's face, and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he shakes his head and blows, trying to clear out his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">alcoholic fuddle. Hawk steps back out of the range of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">water. Then he grabs Doc Boone's arm and pulls him down on a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">seat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sit down here, Doc.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As Hawk wipes Doc Boone's face and head with a cloth, Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">urges Chris to the fire.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Keep the fire going, Chris! Plenty

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of water!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris hurries across to attend to the fire. Wilcox kneels

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down in front of Doc Boone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock and Sprewell are seen sitting at the table. Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">paces up and down behind them, running his fingers impatiently

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">through his hair. Suddenly Peacock's face drops and he leaps

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to his feet with a blood-curdling yell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Savages!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim and Sprewell spin round, startled, as Chris comes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">calmly through the door of the kitchen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's my wife...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the yard doorway stands a full-blooded Apache girl, a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">certain savage beauty in her figure. She stands there like

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">an evil shadow, her eyes darting around at the strangers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Two Mexican vaqueros stand behind her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yakima.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock is terrified as he quavers to Chris in a high key

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">But she... she's a savage.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Si, señor, she's leetle bit savage...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I think.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris speaks to the girl in Spanish, waving his arms.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The vaqueros go off outside and Yakima comes forward from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the doorway.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The agitated Peacock stands near Sprewell, who is sitting by

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the table. Chris is beside them, addressing Yakima as if she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">were a chattel. The girl slips into the room with the grace

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of a snake and walks through to the kitchen. Valthim watches

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in the background. Then Sprewell turns sternly on Chris.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There's something about this. That

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">girl's an Apache!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He clears a frog out of his throat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(pouring coffee)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sure, she's one of Geronimo's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">people... I think.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(grinning)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Maybe not so bad to have Apache wife.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches don't bother me... I think.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock appears not at all convinced. But at that moment Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone comes through the door and strides towards the passage

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the back of the room, followed by Wilcox and Hawk; he is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a different man now, a good professional, as sober as a judge.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Everyone turns to watch them as they go.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a medium long shot looking up the passage towards the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">door of the lunch-room as Doc Boone comes towards camera,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">followed by Hawk and Wilcox. Valthim watches them from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">threshold. Doc Boone dries his hands on a towel, then throws

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it over his shoulder. As the men reach the door of the bedroom

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in which Lady Luna is lying, he stops and turns back to Hawk and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox. Hawk moves off, but Wilcox shakes Doc Boone's hand

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sympathetically.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right, Doc?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(in a courageous

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">whisper)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He turns and disappears through the doorway, watched by the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">men in the passage. Wilcox turns to go.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Inside the bedroom, Daphne stands waiting with an oil-lamp

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in her hand. Doc Boone pauses in the doorway, holding two

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldyets of hot water. He looks up at Daphne nervously, then

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pulls himself together.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(in a low voice)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right, now listen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He puts down the Baldyets and wipes his forehead with the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towel, then goes off to the right as Daphne moves past him

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and closes the door. She comes back and puts the lamp on a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">side table, looking towards Doc Boone, now off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to Wilcox standing in the passage, with Hawk and Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">beside him on the threshold of the lunch-room door. All are

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">staring towards the closed door on the left. They stand there

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">waiting for whatever is going to happen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to one of the Mexican vaqueros playing a guitar in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">front of the fire outside in the compound. It is night. A

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">voice starts to sing, off. Camera pans slowly left to a long

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shot of the horses in the corral. Yakima sits on the fence,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">singing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Yakima singing. She looks over her shoulder as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">if hearing some significant noise, but nothing other than

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the stamp and shuffle of horses can be heard. Still singing,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">she walks towards the Mexicans sitting round the guitar

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">player; camera pans right with her and holds as she stops,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">leaning against a wooden post.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a medium close-up of Yakima singing. Suddenly she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stops and speaks in Spanish in a low voice, telling them to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">go. The group of Mexicans under the covered shelter by the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fire get up, wrapping their cloaks around them. Yakima, again

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">singing, does not move. The Mexicans go off on the right

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with the guitar player still playing, looking back at her as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">she sings. Cut back to the shot of Yakima singing. Suddenly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">there is the sound of hoof-beats. She listens, a curious

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">smile glinting in her black eyes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, Hawk, Baldy and Valthim come rushing out of the house.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As they run towards camera, Wilcox hands Hawk a shotgun.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera tracks in closer as they run forward and stop suddenly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stillness of the night is broken by whooping, and the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hoof-beats get louder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From their point of view, we see a vaquero galloping away

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">under the gate into the night.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim, Wilcox, Baldy and Hawk watch impotently.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's them vaqueros! They've run away!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A pause.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah! With the spare horses.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and Hawk look at him worriedly. Then they look back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards the corral.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Out on the prairie, where the full moon is rising over the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">mountains, a coyote howls its long-drawn-out cry. It howls

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">again, the cry echoing mournfully across the long lonely

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">vista. In the gloomy lunch-room, Hawk, lighting a cigarette

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from an oil-lamp, looks up slightly as the coyote howls again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the lunch-room the men are sitting around in varying

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">degrees of agitation. Valthim is playing patience at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">table behind Hawk, who moves away. Suddenly the howl of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coyote changes, and we hear, mingled with it, the sound of a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">baby crying. Both men look round slowly towards the door to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the corridor.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now we look along the table with Wilcox and Valthim sitting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the end, Peacock sitting in the foreground and Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">leaning against the chair opposite him. They all look round

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the door to the passage in the background. The wail comes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">again. Baldy edges round into shot at the end of the table.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Them coyotes gimme the creeps. They

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sound jest like...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(again the high wail,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">louder)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...jest like a baby.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They look up at him slowly, then Baldy looks down at Valthim's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">patience game and points.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Black eight!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim looks down at his game again, but his mind is not

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on it. As they all turn to look down at Valthim's cards,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the passage door slowly opens and Daphne appears silhouetted

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">against the light. She is holding a bundle in her arms. Slowly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">they all become aware of her. The last trace of hardness has

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">vanished from Daphne as she holds the infant in her arms,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and there is a wonder in her face. She stands a moment in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the doorway, a smile in her eyes, then comes into the big

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">room with the little bundle of wailing life wrapped in a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bigger bundle of blanket. The men all get up and go towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her, surrounding her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Seen from below through the door from the passage, Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stands three-quarters back to camera as she holds the baby

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and looks up to the men grouped around her -- Hawk nearest

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">camera, then Valthim, Wilcox, Peacock trying to see his way

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">between Wilcox and Baldy. They all smile tenderly and in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">delight. Wilcox puts out a finger to touch the new-born child,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">carefully, as if he weren't sure it was real.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The new-born baby, seen close from above, screws up its face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne, seen in medium close-up from below, is smiling up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Wilcox, whose hand holds the blanket away from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">baby's face, while Baldy and Peacock look down excitedly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy is completely overcome; he looks up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(amazed)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's a baby!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne's voice is as proud as if the child were her own, her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">smile tender and maternal.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's a little girl.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Valthim look down, quite speechless.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's a little girl. Well I'll be

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">doggoned!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, Peacock and Baldy all crowd round Daphne, looking down

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the baby in Daphne's arms. Daphne is three-quarters back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to camera and the baby cannot be seen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(outraged)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Why didn't somebody tell me?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim and Hawk look over at him, off-screen. Valthim is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the only one of the group who has not been smiling; his eyes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">are intense with anxiety.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How is Mrs. Mallory?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the shot of Daphne, Peacock, Wilcox and Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks up towards Valthim.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She's going to be all right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(grinning)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well I'll be doggoned.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(to Peacock)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Did you know?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock looks up and is about to say something, then changes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his mind and looks down at the baby again, grinning. Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks up towards Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Extreme close-up of Hawk staring at Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Daphne smiling slightly as she looks up towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk. She looks very beautiful.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, I'll be doggoned!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back again to the men crowding round the baby. Daphne is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">still smiling up towards Hawk. Baldy looks down at the baby

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and wiggles his finger on his lips, making a funny gurgling

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">noise, but Peacock stops him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(sternly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Don't do that.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy stops, looking rather put out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne leaves the men and hurries away with the baby just as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone comes through the passage door into the room. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks weary and terribly sober. As he comes forward the men

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">all surround him admiringly; even Valthim's eyes show a new-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">found respect. But Doc Boone seems oblivious of the excitement

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and enthusiasm, heading single-mindedly past the men to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar. Wilcox comes up and puts a hand round his shoulders;

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock waylays him, standing in his path, and grabs his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hand, pumping it and staring into his face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(fervently)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doctor Boone!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He seems about to say something else, but obviously words

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fail him. Doc Boone does not reply, but starts to move on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">again, with Peacock holding his arm on one side and Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">holding his arm on the other.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone takes up the same position he had occupied before

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the emergency where his bottle of whiskey still stands on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the bar. His face grey and lined. He puts his cigar back in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his mouth. The others are all jubilant; Peacock and Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">smile at him from either side; Valthim and Baldy, also smiling

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">broadly, come up and stand by the bar. [Chris takes up a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">position behind the bar.] Doc Boone disregards them and seems

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">unaware of anything but his own weariness.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Come on, boys, three cheers for old

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone! Hip, hip...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(raising a finger)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sssssh! Quiet!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and Wilcox have drawn breath to cheer but Peacock cuts

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, we ought to be...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(smacking the bar top)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Quiet!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he looks reproachfully

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at Baldy and adds)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mrs. Mallory.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They all subside, conceding the point. In the meantime, Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone has poured himself a drink and with much relish downs

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it in one. Then he slowly lowers the glass, blows his breath

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">out sharply and for the first time looks round at the others

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and grins. Hawk is standing shadowed in a doorway out in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the passage. Daphne comes out of a door farther down the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">passage, putting a shawl round her shoulders, and walks down

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the corridor away from camera without seeing Hawk. Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">starts to follow her. Just before he reaches her, Chris comes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">out of another door carrying a lamp. Hawk stops.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris, seen from the side holding the lamp, stands close up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to Hawk, his manner secretive.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(in a low, warning

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">voice)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Kid, I know why you go to Lordsburg,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Kid. I like you. I knew your poppa.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He was a good friend of mine. If you

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">know who's in Lordsburg you stay

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away... I think.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(guardedly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You mean Luke Plummer?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He lights his cigarette from Chris's lamp.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke... Ike... Hank... all there

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">together. I saw them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A wild shine comes into Hawk's eyes and he grips Chris's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">arm eagerly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You sure of that, Chris?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sure I can tell you the truth.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As Chris nods, Hawk's eyes gleam.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thanks, Chris. That's all I wanted

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to know.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He moves away towards the door, watched by Chris.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You crazy if you go... I think. You

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stay away, Kid. Three against one no

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">good.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk takes no notice and goes outside. Daphne is seen in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">long shot, standing in the dark compound. In the moonlight

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the vast expanse of desert seems ghostly, yet strangely

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">beautiful. Hawk comes into shot from the foreground and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">silently watches her as she walks slowly out of sight. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">starts to follow.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to low angle medium shot of part of a fence as Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">comes up, walking slowly and thoughtfully past camera, her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">arms folded. The experience of the last few hours has affected

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her deeply, taken all the defiance out of her face and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">softened it into beauty.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk quietly follows her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne walks along by the fence, followed at a small distance

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">by Hawk. She stops and rests a hand on the wood. Thoughts

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of what she might have been seem to be crowding into her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">heart as she stares off into the moonlit distance. Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">calls out to her in a low voice.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You oughtn't go too far, Miss Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She turns at his voice and he comes towards her on the other

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">side of the fence.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches like to sneak up and pick

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off strays.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He leans against the fence and looks down at her. She does

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">not look at him at first.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(conversationally)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You visiting in Lordsburg?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No, I... I have friends there.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(she turns towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">And maybe I can find work.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She turns to face him properly and suddenly speaks to him in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a rush.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Why don't you escape, Kid? Why don't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you escape?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Daphne face one another across the fence.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I aim to, Miss Daphne... in Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Why Lordsburg? Why don't you make

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">for the Border now?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk leans forward in close-up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">My father and brother was shot down

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">by the Plummers. I guess you don't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">know how it feels to lose your own

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">folks like that.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the shot of Hawk and Daphne, as she looks off

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">over the moonlit plains. Her voice is dull and flat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I lost mine when I was a kid. There

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">was a massacre in the Superstition

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mountains.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks at her in surprise, but she is looking back at her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">own dismal childhood.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's tough, especially on a girl.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">[It's a hard country.]

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You have to live, no matter what

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">happens.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah, that's it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They look off for a moment into the moonlit distance, each

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">deep in their own thoughts. Hawk is trying to muster courage

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to express what he feels. Finally he turns to her, with his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">voice, at first awkward and halting, growing in emotion.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Look, Miss Daphne...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...you got no folks... neither have

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I. Maybe I'm taking a lot for

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">granted... but I watched you with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that baby... that other woman's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">baby... and you looked...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he grins)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...well...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...but... well... I still got a ranch

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">across the Border. It's a nice

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">place... a real nice place... trees...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">grass... water... a cabin half-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">built...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...a man could live there... and a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">woman.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne's eyes are brimming with tears, as she looks up at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Will you go?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks at him as if she cannot believe her own ears.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You don't know me! You don't know

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">who I am!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne and Hawk face one another in profile.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I know all I want to know. You're...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the kind of girl a man wants to marry.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They stare at each other for a few moments, then Daphne turns

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(tearful)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, don't talk like that!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne, overcome by the rush of feeling that possesses her,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gathers up her skirt and dashes off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox is now seen approaching from the house. His voice,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">when he speaks, is gruff with suspicion.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What you doin' out here, Kid?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We look along the fence, with Hawk on one side and Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hurrying away on the other. She stops at the sound of Wilcox's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">voice, then moves off as Wilcox strides up to Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Stick close to the reservation.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Fade out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Fade in to a room at the Apache Wells Station. It is early

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">next morning. The men of the party are bunked down on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">floor in various positions. Suddenly a voice galvanizes them

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into action.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(Shouting off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He rushes in.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As he opens the door, the daylight coming through the doorway

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">lights up the people in the room. Everybody sits up. Wilcox,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">who is lying by the door, looks up at Chris.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What's wrong, Chris?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(excitedly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">My wife, Yakima. She run away.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Wilcox sit, looking up towards Chris, off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox is holding a gun.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">When I wake up she's...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(making a wide gesture

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with his hand)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...gone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox moves his leg and yanks Hawk across with him. We see

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that they are handcuffed together round the ankles.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(apologetically)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">'Scuse me, Kid.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He pats Hawk's leg and turns to Chris again, growling at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him reassuringly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The way you come bustin' in here

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you'd think... we was bein' attacked.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You can find another wife, Chris.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sure I find another wife. But she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">take my rifle and my horse! I never

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sell her, I love her so much.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone sits up on the bar buttoning his trousers. Chris

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">addresses him passionately.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I beat her with the whip and she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">never get tired!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Your wife?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">My horse! Find wife easy, yes, but

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">not horse like that!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell and Valthim are sitting in a corner of the room.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim looks elegant, even in his prematurely disturbed

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sleep. Sprewell stands up; an awful thought has struck him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mala Yakima!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I knew that woman was a thief.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The words are no sooner out of his mouth than he starts

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stumbling about, feeling all around for something. It is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">obvious that his bag has gone. Wilcox looks over at him from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his place on the bunk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(suspiciously)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What's the matter with you, Sprewell?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim gets up and moves away as Sprewell shouts

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">frantically.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">My valise! Where's my valise?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In a general shot of the room, everyone is looking round

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Sprewell as he shouts off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Which one of you has got it?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy, sitting down on the floor near Doc Boone and Chris,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">holds up the valise.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Here. I been usin' it for a pillow.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thought you wouldn't mind.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell rushes into shot and grabs the valise, standing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">threateningly over Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Didn't I tell you to keep your hands

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off my things?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, I'm sorry I...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No one speaks. Baldy starts to get up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy is now standing up in front of Doc Boone, with Chris

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">visible standing near the door. Baldy sticks out his tongue

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rudely at Sprewell, who is off-screen, and then moves off

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards the door, looking back at Chris as he goes. An

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">unpleasant thought has struck him too.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That squaw of yours will find some

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches and bring 'em back here.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(indignantly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">My wife's people they won't bother

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">me... I think.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(wheezily)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They bother me... I think!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He goes out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris turns back to Doc Boone. Doc Boone is sitting on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar and pats it with his hands stiffly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris... is this bar open?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sure, all the time, señor, si.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone jumps down, and as he lands on the floor it is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">obvious that the short jump has jarred every bone in his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">body. Camera pans slightly right as Chris goes round behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the bar and gets out a bottle and a glass for him. Doc Boone

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">turns round towards him and uncorks the bottle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, puffing angrily, puts on his jacket. Wilcox, who is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">standing by him, is still dressed only in his shirt-sleeves.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim can be seen in the background, leaning against the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">doorpost and looking through the open door.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(impatiently)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What are we wasting time for? Let's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">make a break for it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(staring at him coldly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We got a delicate woman to consider.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, do you want her to stay here

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and be butchered, with the rest of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">us?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk comes into shot and stands with Wilcox facing Sprewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He sits down preparing to put on his boots as Valthim and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell continue to shout at one another.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Why don't you think of anyone else

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">for once?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(shouting)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Are you insinuating...?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox intervenes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Easy, easy, easy! Quiet, boys, quiet.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(Sprewell stalks off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We ain't butchered yet. But you're

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk looks up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...we'd better get goin' for Lordsburg

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">soon as we can.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk looks towards the door of the corridor, then back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Wilcox, off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Might be a good idea, Wilcox, if --

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">uh...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is standing at the bar, drinking, with Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">beside him and Baldy in the background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...if Doc took a look at the patient.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(grinning)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah, and Little Coyote.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell gets himself a glass and pours himself a drink. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">holds out his glass to Doc Boone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(clearing his throat)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">If you'll join me, Doctor...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He drinks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone looks at him, then shakes his head.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No thanks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans left with Doc Boone as he moves away from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar, leaving Sprewell drinking on his own. The pan continues

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as Doc Boone passes the fireplace where Peacock is standing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He throws his drink into the flames. The fire roars up and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone goes out of shot, watched by a rather startled

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock, who looks round towards the bar, then down at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">flaring grate.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a close-up of Lady Luna in the bedroom. Her head is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">propped up on the pillow and Daphne's hands are in shot

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">braiding her hair.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The bedroom is now seen in medium shot. Lady Luna lies in bed,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with Daphne sitting on the bed beside her. The door in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">background opens and Doc Boone comes in cheerily.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Good morning.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne gets up and goes to close the door as Doc Boone stands

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the end of the bed looking down at Lady Luna.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You're looking chipper today.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now Doc Boone is seen in close-up as he looks quietly at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna, then turns his head towards Daphne, both off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You're up early, Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is leaning against the wall by the door. She looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pale and drawn. Her cloak has dropped away from her chest

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and she draws it up again, but does not reply.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Lady Luna, who knows better.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She didn't go to bed, Doctor.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Doc Boone, looking down at Lady Luna.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'm afraid she sat up all night,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">while I slept.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">His eyes flick up towards Daphne again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(apologetically)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, I slept in the chair a lot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Doc Boone looking at her. He does not believe

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her. Doc Boone and Daphne are now seen in medium shot across

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the room. Daphne moves away from the wall and crosses the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">room behind Doc Boone as she speaks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, it was nice to stay awake and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hold the baby.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans right with Doc Boone as he goes across to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bed where the baby is lying next to Lady Luna. He bends down to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">look at the baby.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(poking the baby)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We've got to get you to Lordsburg,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Little Coyote.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he chuckles as Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks at him, puzzled)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's what the boys christened her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">last night from the way she squalled.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The baby is shown close from above, asleep in the bed.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Little Coyote. How do you feel?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Fine, Doctor. A bit tired.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is now seen bending over the bed, with Lady Luna lying

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the pillow below him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doctor, do you think my husband...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(cheerily)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Never mind. The best medicine he can

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">have is to see you two safe and sound.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You make up your mind to get there.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(quietly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I have, Doctor.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's the talk. You need more

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">strength. Rest all you can. Daphne,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">maybe you can fix up some broth.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(indicating a plate

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and cup on a chair)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She has already.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Good!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(to Daphne)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How about some coffee for the boys?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He gets out a cigar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne, who is sitting down beside the window, nods and gets

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up wearily.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Try and sleep for a while, little

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">lady.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he beams at her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">teasingly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">And don't look so proud. I've brought

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hundreds of 'em into the world...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(a pause)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...once upon a time, and each new

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">one is always the prettiest.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He goes out and Lady Luna watches him go.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the passage outside the bedroom Daphne stands against the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wall waiting for the doctor as he comes out to go towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the lunch-room. She calls to him, her voice low and intense.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He turns back and comes towards her, leaning on the wall

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">opposite her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...Hawk asked me to marry him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Is it wrong, for a girl like me? If

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a man and woman are in love, it's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">all right, ain't it, Doc?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone frowns back at her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(quietly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You're going to get hurt, child,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">worse than you've ever been hurt.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Don't you know that boy's headed

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">back to prison?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(She is silent and he

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">goes on)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Besides, if you two go into

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lordsburg...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Daphne listening worriedly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...together, he's going to find out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">all about you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She stares at him, then makes an inward decision.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(quietly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He's not going to Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(after a pause)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All I want is for you to tell me

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it's all right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone looks at her with a depth of understanding. There

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">is something regretful in his eyes; they see that Daphne is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on ice that is too thin.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Who am I to tell you what's right or

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wrong, child? All right, go ahead.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Do it, if you can. Good luck.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(almost with tears in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her eyes)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thanks, Doc.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks after her for a moment as she hurries away down the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">passageway, goes out through the door at the end and closes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it behind her, then himself turns to go back to the lunch-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">room.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the lunch-room, the men are gathered in a tense group.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim leans against the bar with his back to the others;

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell stands at the end of the bar drinking. Hawk is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">near the fire, where Baldy is busily gathering up his things.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox joins the rest as Doc Boone appears and taps Hawk on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(interrupting)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, Doc?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Both doing fine. She's a real

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">soldier's wife, that young lady.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He goes over to the bar and picks up his bottle and glass.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell and Doc Boone are now seen at the end of the bar,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with Baldy behind them near the door.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(eagerly to Wilcox)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That means we can go.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(pouring a drink)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Not for a day or so, if you want my

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">professional opinion.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What do you mean a day? Stay another

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">day? Why?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Where were you when the stork came

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">last night, Sprewell?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim adds his support.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I refuse to allow Mrs. Mallory to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">travel until she and the child are

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">out of danger.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell looks furious.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What d'you mean 'danger'? Aren't we

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in worse danger here?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock intervenes nervously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(clasping his hands)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I don't wish to intrude... I've had

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">five children...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(coughing)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...I mean my dear wife has... and...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">much as I dislike to say it at this

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hour of our trial, I... ahem... I

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">believe the doctor is right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the group, Valthim is leaning back against the bar, Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">is standing a little apart in the middle of the room, and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone by Sprewell at the end of the bar. The doctor

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">strikes the top of the bar with one hand.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Spoken like a man, Reverend.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I say we've got to get out of here

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">before the Apaches find us. That's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">common sense!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim turns to Sprewell as Doc Boone walks away to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">door into the yard, through which Hawk has now disappeared.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(vehemently)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I wish you were ten years younger,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Don't let my white hairs stop you!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and Wilcox move forward and intervene.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Quiet! Quiet!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(petulantly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now, Wilcox, I haven't said a word.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell moves away.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(shouting at Baldy)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Will you shut up!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy waves his hands in frustration and moves away as Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tries to make everyone see reason.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">If we argue this thing out right

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">we'll get somewhere. Now let's all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sit down and talk sensible.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The station-house door is seen from the outside, as Doc Boone

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">comes out puffing on his cigar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(continuing, off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Come on, Baldy, sit down.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans right with Doc Boone as he shuffles forward and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">joins Hawk, who is busily tying his neck scarf.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(to Hawk)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In that case you better make yourself

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">useful, my boy. There's a young woman

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">out in the kitchen. She's making

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coffee. She needs help.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thanks, Doc.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk starts to move away, camera panning slightly with him,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">but Doc Boone grabs him by the arm. Hawk turns towards him

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and they stand facing each other a moment.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Say, Kid, how old were you when you

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">went to the pen?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh well, I was going on seventeen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk goes off, leaving Doc Boone looking after him. Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone sticks his cigar into his mouth and then puts his hands

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into his trouser pockets and stands, looking thoughtful, for

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a moment.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is at the range in the kitchen, grinding coffee. Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">comes through the door at the back and stands leaning against

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the doorpost looking at her. She does not notice him. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">waits there awkwardly for a moment and then speaks, self-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">consciously polite.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mornin', ma'am.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks up towards him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Good morning.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans slightly left as she picks up the coffee-grinder

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and goes across to the stove and starts spooning the coffee

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into the big coffee pot. Hawk comes forward and stands behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her, holding his hat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(shifting his weight

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hesitantly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I laid awake most the night wondering

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">what you'da said if Wilcox hadn't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">busted in. Guess you was up too. I

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">could hear you movin' around.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(a little awkwardly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You didn't answer what I asked you

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">last night.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne goes on measuring the coffee in the pot. Finally she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stops what she is doing and drops her hands onto the stove.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Daphne as she swings round to face Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(her voice growing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">urgent as the words

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pour out)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Look, Kid, why don't you escape?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There's a horse out there in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">corral.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a reverse medium close-up with Daphne in the foreground

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">three-quarters back to camera and Hawk facing her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox won't go after you... he can't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">leave the passengers in this fix!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">But I got to go to Lordsburg. Won't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you go to my ranch and wait for me?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks at him intensely.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(bitterly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wait for a dead man?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(she turns away)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You haven't got a chance.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne goes back to her coffee-making, leaving Hawk standing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">awkwardly behind her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It was three against one when the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Plummers swore you killed their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">foreman and got you sent up. It'll

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">be three against one in Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There's some things a man just can't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">run away from.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans round slightly left as Hawk comes towards camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and sits down in the foreground by the stove, partly out of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How can you talk about your life and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">my life when you're throwing 'em

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(vehemently as he

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">comes to her)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yes, mine too! That's what you're

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">throwin' away if you...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk sits on the window-sill, looking at her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...go to Lordsburg!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(helplessly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What do you want me to do?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne leans forward urgently from the stove towards Hawk,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">while he looks at Daphne in confusion.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(pleadingly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Would it make us any happier if Luke

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Plummer was dead? One of his brothers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">would be after you with a gun. We'd

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">never be safe. I don't want that

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">kind of a life, Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(slowly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I don't see what else I can do.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Go now... get away... forget

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lordsburg... forget the Plummers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Make for the Border and I'll come to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She pleads intensely.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You mean that?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I do, I do!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Won't you come along with me?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I can't leave Mrs. Mallory and her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">baby. I'll come to you from Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I swear it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne leans against the stove watching Hawk as he gets up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from the window-sill. He looks round the room and then back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">again at Daphne, trying to adjust his mind to this tremendous

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">change.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I oughta have a rifle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I've got one right here.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans right as Daphne rushes across the room and moves

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a coat from a rack of pegs on the wall, which is hiding a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rifle. She takes it down.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(eagerly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I got it for you last night, while

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you were all asleep.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk stares at her in wonder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(as he takes it)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You thought of this last night?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yes, don't ask any more questions,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">not now!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk cannot take his eyes from her excited face. She is a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">complete wonder to him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the lunch-room, Wilcox stands holding a council of war

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">round a large pine table, where Valthim, Sprewell and Peacock

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">are seated. The plaintive Baldy stands beside Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh gosh, Wilcox, there ain't no Apaches

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">behind us. We can still go back to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Tonto.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(hitting the table

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with his fist)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No! I insist we go on to Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What do you think, Chris?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is standing at the bar with Chris on the other

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">side facing camera.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CHRIS

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Geronimo between here and Lordsburg,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with my horse... I think.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(raising his voice in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">song)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">'My horse is young, she has gone

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">astray...'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chris covers his ears.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox and Baldy are seen close from below.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Quiet. This is a serious matter,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ain't it?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone looks from the bar over his shoulder at the others,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(raising his glass)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy -- if I have only one hour to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">live, I'm going to enjoy myself.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He drinks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doctor, I don't begrudge you my

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">samples, but...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(interrupting, wagging

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his finger at Peacock)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now you hush -- I stood enough of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you. Now this is a serious problem

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and I'm the only one who is talking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sense. Now if Wilcox...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the shot of Baldy and Wilcox as he interrupts Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Once we get across that ferry we'll

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">be all right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a medium shot of the five round the table.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The question is, what we gonna do

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">about the lady and her baby?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox goes towards the door to Lady Luna's room.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doctor Boone has settled that for

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">us, suh. I demand respect for his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">professional opinion.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is seen at the bar, spinning round.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(looking up in surprise

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at Valthim)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim is now seen from below, sitting at the table playing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">patience, with Wilcox standing behind him and looking through

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the door into the corridor. Suddenly Wilcox remembers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(turning back urgently)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans slightly right as Wilcox rushes off down the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">passage shouting for Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne and Hawk are outside in the corral, leading a saddled

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horse out from under the covered shelter. Daphne hands Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the rifle, which he sticks in the saddle-boot as he prepares

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to mount. They look at each other for a moment. They have no

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">words for the things they feel. It is all in their eyes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hurry, Hawk, hurry!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He takes one last look at her, then digs his spurs into the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">mustang and the horse leaps forward. Camera pans left slightly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as he canters off, leaving Daphne watching him ride away,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her arm lifted in a little gesture of farewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Pan left with Hawk as he rides his horse hard, jumping the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fence that rings the compound and galloping to the top of a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rise a hundred feet away. As he tops the rise, galloping

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">straight forward, he suddenly sees something that makes him

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">saw on the bit. The horse comes to a dead stop as if it had

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">four-wheel brakes. He dismounts again, looking around.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is watching anxiously from outside the corral. Her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">arm is still half-up in her incomplete gesture. From behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her comes Wilcox's voice.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox rushes into shot coming round the corner of the house.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks round and sees him coming; he is holding a gun.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He rushes off in the foreground, shouting. Terror comes into

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne's face and she cries out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, don't stop! Go on, go on!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox rushes off after her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy comes running out of the house after Wilcox, followed by

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone. Baldy stops at the end of the stagecoach and watches

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as Daphne goes on shouting.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(screaming, off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Keep riding!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk's riderless horse comes cantering back into the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">compound, jumping the little fence by the wall. As it goes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off, Daphne rushes into shot, shouting at Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, go on, go on, don't stop!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She is closely followed by Wilcox. Camera pans left with them

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as he catches up with her and she grabs his arm desperately,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">trying to stop him; but he throws her roughly to the ground

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and runs off towards the desert.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is standing motionless at the edge of the desert which

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stretches out beyond him, staring into the distance. Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">charges into shot and grabs him, taking his fists to handcuff

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them. Wilcox is hopping mad, but Hawk holds out his wrists

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">calmly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You don't need them, Wilcox. I'm not

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">running away.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(with an angry scowl)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll say you ain't!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He snaps the cuffs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(nodding past Wilcox)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Look at them hills.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Just then Daphne comes tearing up and grabs Hawk's arms

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wildly. She sees what they see in the distance, and stops

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">struggling.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox steps forward, a look of real concern on his face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From a distant summit far across the desert, a thin white

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">spiral of smoke is rising into the still air. It is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">interrupted sharply. Then another puff rises, like a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">telegraphic flash.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox turns back to look at Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk's jaw tightens.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(nodding)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">War signals.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne clings even more tightly to Hawk's arm. A look of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">despair comes into her eyes; she stands there, beyond all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">speech, beyond all hope now, as the scene dissolves.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The passengers are all gathered round the stagecoach in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">yard, prepared to set off once again. Camera pans right with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim as he carries Lady Luna up to the stagecoach, followed

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">closely by Doc Boone. They all help Lady Luna inside. Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">follows them into shot; she has the swaddled baby held tight

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to her breast.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a high angle medium long shot of the stagecoach

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">galloping out through the gate away from camera, going towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the hills in the distance.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to the stagecoach galloping round the foot of a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hill in another part of the prairie and disappearing into

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the distance. Dissolve to Baldy and Wilcox sitting side by

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">side on the driving-box. Baldy is working to get all he can

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">out of the horses; Wilcox sits alert with the rifle across

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his knees. As Wilcox scans the horizon, Baldy, without turning

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his attention from the horses, calls to him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Don't you think you oughta take them

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">cuffs off the Kid? He's mighty handy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with a gun.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(growling back loudly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">without turning his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">attention from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">dangerous horizon)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You drive them hosses! I'll take

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">care of the Kid.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox keeps looking round the whole time, his gun at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ready.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Inside the coach, it is very crowded. Doc Boone is sitting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the floor, Peacock is squashed into one corner, while

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, seen almost in back view, leans heavily on Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone as he yells out of the window.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Can't you drive any faster?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he pulls his head in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and addresses the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">group)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thick-headed lout! We've got to make

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that ferry!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(bitterly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A man works all his life to get hold

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of some money so he can enjoy life

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and then runs into a trap like this.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He takes off his stiff collar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(starting and leaning

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">nervously)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A trap, brother? You mean the Apaches?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There's been no sign of them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(yelping at him)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You don't see any signs of them!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They strike like rattlesnakes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, his fear making him belligerent, glares at Valthim,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">If you hadn't insisted...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim is sitting in the corner with Lady Luna's head on his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">lap.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(Off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...on waiting for her...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna looks round.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is sitting on the floor against the door, his hands in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">their cuffs laid carelessly across his knees.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...we'd have been across the ferry

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">by this time.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim cradles Lady Luna's head in his arms.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(his eyes burning)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You talk too much, Sprewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell's edginess is making things uncomfortable for Peacock

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sitting beside him, and for Doc Boone squashed down on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">floor, only his head and shoulders in shot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(with a snap)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Your threats don't faze me, Valthim.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the close shot of Valthim and Lady Luna. Lady Luna starts

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to sit up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You're nothing but a tinhorn gambler.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(leaning forward,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">murder in his eyes)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How would you like to get out and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">walk?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the same shot of Sprewell, Peacock and Doc Boone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You can't put me out of a public

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">conveyance!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(placatingly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk looks up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Take it easy, Sprewell. We may need

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that fighting before we get to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ferry.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now back again to Sprewell, Peacock and Doc Boone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(angered by the boy's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tone, looking at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">handcuffs)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You wouldn't be much good in a fight,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you jailbird.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk just looks at him with a thin smile and says nothing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, leave the kid alone. He's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">handcuffed.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Gentlemen, please!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock sits by the side of Daphne, who holds the baby.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(meekly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Let's not forget the ladies, bless

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks at the baby.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks at him in grateful surprise.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a medium long shot of the stagecoach toiling up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">some rough dusty ground and going off in the foreground.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a medium shot of Baldy and Wilcox on the driving-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">box. They look very happy and Wilcox leans down to shout

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">through the window to the passengers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, folks, we're coming into East

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ferry now.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lordsburg next stop!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He giggles.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a long shot of the ferry as seen from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach as it comes down the road. In the foreground there

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">are some dark posts and fencing. Smoke wafts across the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">screen. The horses canter in, and camera pans left and tracks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">back as they pull into the open space in front of what was

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">once the ferry building, now engulfed in flames. East Ferry

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">is a scene of desolation; there is no one around, the houses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">are in ruins, burned to the ground. The stagecoach stops in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the centre.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and Wilcox are seen from the side on the driving-box.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and hardly speak for fright as he suddenly notices the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ferry ahead of them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, look! Look at the ferry.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Long shot looking across the still water of the river where

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the ferry lies burnt and broken on the opposite bank. All

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that remains is the thin cable across the water and the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">smoking ruins of the ferry wharf.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's burnt too.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox jumps down from the driving-box of the stagecoach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk jumps out, followed by Valthim. Wilcox hands a rifle

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to Valthim.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim, stand guard over there.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim runs off in the foreground as Sprewell gets out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Suddenly everybody starts to talk at once. Sprewell is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">complaining as usual and his tone implies that Wilcox is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">responsible for the whole predicament. Doc Boone comes out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of the stagecoach after him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(harshly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Where's the Army? What are the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">soldiers doing?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Anything I can do, Wilcox?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(at the same time)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Are they going to let Geronimo do

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">nothing but pillage and burn?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(putting a hand out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to stop Doc Boone)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, come here, I need you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox faces Hawk, takes out his key, and starts to unlock

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the handcuffs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Will you give me your word you won't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">try to escape no more?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk holds out his wrists, looking straight into Wilcox's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">eyes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I give you my word... to Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox's response is sharp; he jerks his thumb over his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Get back in the coach with the women.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk's wrists are still held out and Wilcox is starting at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him scornfully. For a moment they fight each other with their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">eyes. Doc Boone can be seen standing on the steps of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coach, and Sprewell, as Wilcox starts to move away from Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">But the boy holds out his manacled hands and stops him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I give you my word.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne calls from inside the coach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, don't!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">But Wilcox immediately unlocks the handcuffs, tosses them up

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into the box, and shouts at Baldy at the same time.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Drive in the river till she's up to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the hubs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Long shot of the stagecoach in the clearing heading for the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">river; one of the burned huts is smouldering in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">foreground. Camera pans left as the stagecoach moves off

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards the water behind some rocks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">High angle long shot looking down onto the river from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">near bank. The stagecoach comes into shot and halts as the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses stand on the bank, urged on by Baldy.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim is standing amidst the ruins of one of the huts,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">taking off his cloak. Camera tilts down with him as he bends

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down, to show the body of a woman grotesquely perched on all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fours, partly scalped. He covers the body with his cloak.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Then camera tilts up again as he straightens up and stares

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into the distance. Something catches his eye.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the hilly countryside, all appears to be still.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim looks anxiously over his shoulder towards the others,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then back up to the hills again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to the side of the stagecoach, seen from behind.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox and Hawk are struggling with a large log which they

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">roll towards the stagecoach and begin to lash to the wheels

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and underside of the vehicle. Wilcox shouts quick instructions

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to Hawk, who hurries off. Baldy, on the driving-box, has

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">cleared most of the luggage from the top. He picks up Hawk's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">saddle and throws it down into the bushes beside him. Then

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he looks down towards Hawk again and shouts.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sorry about the saddle, Kid.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Another angle from above shows Baldy with Hawk standing beside

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the horses and Wilcox by the side of the stagecoach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ready, Kid?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All set!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ready, Baldy?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, I'm ready, Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox jumps up onto the driving-box beside Baldy, and Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">starts to hurl pebbles at the horses to get them to go down

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into the water.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ready, Baldy! Here we go, folks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(He leans down to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shout through the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach window)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Just sit tight, folks, it'll be all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach starts to move forward. The camera is in fact

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">mounted on top of the stagecoach and it lurches and shakes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with the vehicle's motion as the horses move forward and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">struggle into the river. Camera swings round to the right so

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">that it is shooting straight ahead, looking along the horses'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">backs as they plunge belly-deep into the water.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From the roof of the stagecoach, Baldy and Wilcox are urging

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the horses through the water ahead of them. Wilcox hurls

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pebbles at them, Baldy keeps shouting. Hawk is perched on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the back of the roof.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Long shot looking over the river to the stagecoach, the horses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">now swimming. The stagecoach is hub-deep in the water,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">floating across on two big logs which have been lashed to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">each side of it and buoy it up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The heads of the four leading horses are seen just above the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">water as they swim through the river, camera panning left

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with them. The horses are now swimming powerfully and pulling

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the stagecoach across the river. Camera pans across left as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the horses reach the opposite bank and start to clamber out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of the shallow water beside the broken ferry.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a medium shot looking along the dusty trail.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track along behind the stagecoach as it moves away into the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">distance. Now the coach is entering a new kind of country,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">desolate, with giant cacti pointing fingers up at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">cloudless sky.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a medium shot of Baldy and Wilcox on the driving-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">box, Wilcox looking back the way they have come.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(singing happily)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All aboard for Lordsburg, Lordsburg,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lordsburg...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(he breaks off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hey, Wilcox!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(turns back to him)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Do you think I ought to charge Mrs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mallory's baby halffare?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox gives him a look, then goes back to his watch.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A high angle very long shot looking over the desert shows

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the stagecoach like a small toy pressing on alone through

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the desolate expanse towards the mouth of a canyon. It is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">early evening. Baldy can be heard, off, shouting at the horses.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Suddenly, camera pans swiftly across to the rim of the canyon

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wall to reveal a large band of savage-looking Apache Indians,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">their foreheads smeared with white war-paint, lurking in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ambush, waiting for the stagecoach to enter the canyon below.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">At their centre, looking down into the valley, stands the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">most dreaded figure in the South-west, Geronimo, powerful of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">frame, and with a craggy face that seems to have been carved

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">out of red rock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Another Apache is seen close, with still others of the band

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on horseback behind him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now Geronimo is seen from below in front of a group of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches. One of them points off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach is seen far away and below, as its horses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gallop along in the middle of the valley. There is little

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">cover for miles around. Camera swings round to the left and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tilts up to the ridge to reveal the Apache warband turning

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away. Most of those on horseback ride out of shot, leaving

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Geronimo and two or three of his warband standing and watching

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them go.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Inside the coach the atmosphere is fairly relaxed and even

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell makes an attempt at cheerfulness.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, we'll soon be in Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sorry I flew off the handle, Valthim.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Just nervous, you know how it is.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim eyes him sardonically and says nothing. No hard

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">feelings, I hope.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(sitting up, rather

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">proud of himself)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, all in all, it's been an

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">exciting...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(coughing)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...but very interesting trip, now

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hasn't it?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone looks up at him from his place on the floor of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, now that the danger's past,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mister...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock looks down helpfully, while Sprewell looks on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Er, Peacock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ladies and gentlemen, since...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Doc Boone on the floor.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...it's most unlikely that we'll

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ever have the pleasure of meeting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">again socially, I'd like to propose

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a toast.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks up, then takes the cork out of his bottle and looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at each of them in turn.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Major, Sprewell, Hawk... Your health.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thank you, sir.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone takes a swig at the bottle, but as he does so there

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">is a strange whistling sound and a thudding noise; Doc Boone

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">chokes on the bottle, looking up with his eyes wide in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">amazement. He looks round and camera pans swiftly left, now

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">showing Peacock and Sprewell. Peacock has an arrow stuck in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his shoulder. The little man is sitting bolt upright, a look

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of disbelief on his face. He utters no sound as his right

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hand gropes to the arrow and holds it by the shaft, while

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">blood pours down his hand. His face is frozen in agony for a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">moment, then, with a slight gurgle, he falls forward, watched

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in horror by Sprewell. Camera tilts down with him as he falls

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">across Doc Boone. Doc Boone, now in close-up, leans forward,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hurriedly trying to remove the arrow. He pulls it out and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks down aghast at Peacock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy and Wilcox are driving along, unaware. A shot rings out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and Wilcox looks round anxiously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A medium long shot looks up a slope to where several Apaches

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">are galloping down towards camera, silhouetted against the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sky. Wilcox immediately raises his gun and fires twice; the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shots explode with a shattering report. Baldy, in horror,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">urges his horses onwards to renewed effort.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now the Apaches are seen galloping over the horizon. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">first one gallops out of shot, but the two that are coming

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">over the hill fall, hit by Wilcox's bullets; camera pans

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">slightly right as they roll, slipping down among boulders.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yet more Apaches appear behind them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy is yelling at the top of his wheezy voice, urging the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses on, and Wilcox is yelling at Baldy. Then Wilcox turns

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down to the door of the stagecoach behind him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The ravine is now seen from below and in long shot. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches appear at the rim as the stagecoach hurtles through

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the bottom of the ravine, coming towards camera and going

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off to the right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Three Apaches now zigzag down the side of the ravine on their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses and pursue the stagecoach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The wide flat plain stretches away to the far distant

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">mountains on the horizon. The stagecoach speeds away from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">camera as Apaches swarm down the canyon slope, riding wildly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in pursuit. The noise of yelling and the constant gunfire is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">deafening.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The team of horses is now seen from the roof of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach, with Baldy and Wilcox in back view in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">foreground. Wilcox is frantically chucking stones at the horses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to urge them on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track beside the stagecoach to show Baldy yelling wildly at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the horses, as Wilcox continues to chuck stones at them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now track rapidly backwards in front of the pursuing Apaches,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">who gallop across the plain, leaving the canyon far behind.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy continues to urge his horses on wildly. Wilcox removes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his gun-belt. He yells for Valthim, and camera pans slightly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right as the latter emerges from the window of the stage and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">takes the belt from him. While the exchange takes place,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne peers anxiously out of the window for a moment. Then,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as Baldy goes on screaming at his horses, Wilcox turns back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and settles himself on the box, taking aim backwards over

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the roof of the stagecoach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Apaches, some with bows and arrows, some with old rifles,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and a few with lances and buffalo-hide Baldylers on their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">arms, are riding furiously, gaining ground on both sides of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the stagecoach. They are still behind, but their intention

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">is plain... to come alongside on both sides and rake the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">passengers with their fire.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach is now going full speed, Baldy yelling the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses on, Wilcox shooting over the back of the stage.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Apaches thunder up in pursuit. One of them falls from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his horse as the others charge on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track in front of the stagecoach, as the door at the side

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">opens and Hawk crawls out precariously onto the exposed

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">roof. He makes it, crawls forward, and reaches into the boot,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">getting his rifle. An arm appears from the stagecoach window

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">firing at the pursuing Apaches. The stagecoach continues to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hurtle forward, everyone except Baldy firing back at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches. Loud 'chase' music adds to the noise of gunfire and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">war whoops.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now pan left with the pursuing Apaches.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Hawk sitting upright on the back of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach, seen in profile, aiming down at the pursuing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches. He fires.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Seen from below, an Apache bites the dust; his gun flies in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the air.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">At the side of the stagecoach, Daphne looks anxiously out of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the window as two arrows thud into the woodwork just beside

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her. One of the men inside hauls her away from the window.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track again below and beside the pursuing Apaches.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Inside the coach, Doc Boone is bandaging Peacock's shoulder

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">while Sprewell stands in back view in a mad panic. He pushes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at Doc Boone, trying to get past him to the door.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, will you shut up! I've got

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a patient here!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Stop this stage! Let me out of here!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell! Sprewell!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Let me out of here, I tell you, stop

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">this stage!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As Sprewell continues to struggle, Doc Boone finally puts

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">down his dressings and turns towards the hysterical man.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is seen from below, as he suddenly punches Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hard on the chin.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You shut up!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans slightly right as Sprewell sinks down out of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shot. Doc Boone turns back to his patient again. Through the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">window, the plain seems to fly by.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach and the pursuing Apaches are seen in long

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shot from above, all charging towards camera, which tracks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in slightly as the stagecoach goes off to the left. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches chase after it, spread out in a row and firing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">constantly at their target.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From ground level, we see the team of horses and the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach charge right over the camera lens, followed by

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">some Apaches.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach is now seen from the side. Hawk is lying

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">full length on the roof, firing out over the back. Wilcox is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">firing past him from the box. Doc Boone, also holding a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pistol, is visible at the window. Baldy yells wildly at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses, driving for all he is worth. As a bullet whistles

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">past him, Doc Boone ducks back slightly.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track with several of the pursuing Apaches, seen from below.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is lying on his side, aiming out over the back of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">coach. He fires.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track rapidly left with an Apache who falls to the ground as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he is hit by Hawk's shot. His horse charges off left and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">several other Apaches pass over his body.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone leans out of the window of the stagecoach, takes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">careful aim with his pistol, and then fires. Hawk is leaning

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">back reloading his gun from the ammunition box, while Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">continues to yell wildly at the horses. Doc Boone takes aim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna, seen in close-up with a scarf round her head, looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">grimly out of the window. Doc Boone's hand with the gun is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">visible on the left. Lady Luna winces slightly as the gun fires.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From above the stagecoach, we see Hawk on the roof in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">centre of shot. The Apaches are clearly gaining ground as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the men are now aiming more or less sideways out from the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach. Hawk and Wilcox fire, then Doc Boone does the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">same.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Two more Apaches bite the dust, while another gallops past.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track rapidly out in front of the coach. More gunshots.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track sideways with the pursuing Apaches.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track with one Apache who is reloading a rifle as he gallops

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">along. Clouds of dust and more Apaches behind.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track sideways again with several mounted Apaches.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach and horses are now seen in medium long shot,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">galloping furiously across the plain to the right. Two Apaches

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">approach at the gallop from the left, followed by another

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">intercepting from the side.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">On the driving-box, Baldy yells at Wilcox, who turns to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">other side to aim at the intercepting Apaches. He fires.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(yelling wildly at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the horses)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Come on, get on, ho, go on, go!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now the Apaches are shown galloping away from camera. One of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them falls from his horse in the foreground and is dragged

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">along by the reins.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">On the driving-box, Baldy continues to yell wildly at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses while Wilcox starts chucking stones at them again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Get on there, hoa, hoa, go!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From Baldy's point of view on the box, the horse team is seen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">galloping wildly along.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track out in front of the coach, as an Apache on a piebald

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horse draws level with the team, throws away his lance and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">leaps from his own horse onto the leading pair.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Baldy and Wilcox, who is now turned towards the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">back of the coach again. Baldy, seeing the Apache land on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses off-screen, yells to Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(shouting)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk leans forward behind him and aims across his shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track sideways with the team of horses, the Apache crouched

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the shaft between the leading two.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk fires across Baldy's shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the horses, to show the Apache brave hit and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">falling down onto the shaft between the first pair.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk aims lower and fires again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now the Apache falls to the ground between the horses, who

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gallop on over him followed by the stagecoach. They go out

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of frame to the left. Camera holds on the Apache, who

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">scrambles painfully up to a kneeling position as more Apaches

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gallop past.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Valthim leaning from the window of the coach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He aims his pistol, then fires and smiles.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track left as one of an Apache group bites the dust. Camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">holds on the body as the others charge off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim looks round, teeth bared, then aims again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track slightly left as more Apaches gallop past and away

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from camera. Two gunshots; two more Apaches bite the dust.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim now withdraws inside the carriage for a moment.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track left with a bunch of Apaches who are catching up with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the stagecoach, the back wheels of which show on the left.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Low angle close-up of Hawk on the roof of the stage. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">aims and fires twice.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the Apaches close to the stagecoach. Two more

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bite the dust.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is now seen close from below, leaning out of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">window of the stagecoach and aiming his pistol. He withdraws

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">inside again as two bullets hit the door before he can fire.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now a low angle long shot shows the stagecoach hurtling

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards camera. The Apaches have now almost drawn level with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it on all sides.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone leans out, aims and fires.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Again we see the back of the stagecoach on the left, the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pursuing Apaches behind, as one of them bites the dust in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the foreground. Track slightly left as the horse rolls over,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then gets up again and gallops off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A group of Apaches is galloping after the stage, camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tracking left and slightly above them. Then pan slightly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right as the top of the stage comes into view with first

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk, then Wilcox, taking aim and firing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track rapidly left with two of the pursuing Apaches. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horse of one of them is shot from beneath him and he is flung

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">forward over its neck.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach is now seen in three-quarter front view. Track

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rapidly out in front of it, panning slightly at the same

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">time to keep it in frame. The pursuing Apaches are now all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">level with the coach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track rapidly left with two Apaches. One of them has a rifle

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">raised. He aims and fires.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to Baldy and Wilcox on the box. There is the crack of a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gun and Baldy almost pitches off the box as he is hit in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">arm. He slumps forward with a moan. Wilcox tries to pull him

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up again, calling to Hawk to help. Hawk sees what has

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">happened and crawls forward to aid Wilcox in pulling him up.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a low shot as from the front of the stagecoach. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">reins hang slackly from Baldy's hand, off-screen, as the horses

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gallop along.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The men look down helplessly towards the horses. Wilcox yells

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(frantically)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The leader, get the leader!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The reins of the leader are dragging on the ground. Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">leaps forward between Wilcox and Baldy, letting go of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wounded man.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track sideways with the stage. We see Hawk jump off the box

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">onto the back of the first pair of horses. Gunshots scream

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">through the air and the music gets louder. Camera pans ahead

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of the first pair of horses as Hawk jumps onto the next

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pair, then onto the head pair. The attacking Apaches can be

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">seen through clouds of dust in the background. Having landed

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the shaft between the leading pair, Hawk scrambles onto

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the back of the nearest horse.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track with Hawk on the back of the leading horse. He is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">seen in medium close-up and three-quarters back view. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gathers up the loose reins and starts to whip the horse on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with the end of them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">On the box, Baldy continues to hang onto the other half of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the reins with his good hand, feebly urging the horses on,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">while Wilcox reloads his gun. But it is really Hawk who is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">doing the driving now.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Go on, go on... go on... go on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox gives Baldy a hand dragging on the reins. Valthim stands

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the stage window following an Apache round with his pistol,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off-screen. He fires, but there is a click.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The pistol is empty. Looking horrified, he withdraws inside

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the coach. A gunshot explodes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is leaning out of the other window, also aiming

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his pistol.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track sideways with the galloping Apaches, one of them aiming

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a rifle with one hand. He fires.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Doc Boone following the Apaches round with his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pistol. He fires. A click. His gun is also empty. He looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">desperately round, then calls up to Wilcox, off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox! More ammunition!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox turns round from the box and shows the empty magazine

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of his rifle. He shakes his head.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone now looks round in horror. He withdraws inside.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">An Apache with a rifle is seen through the other window of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the stage, drawing closer.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track with the attacking Apaches. One of them fires his rifle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne, seen in close-up huddled in the corner of the smoke-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">filled stagecoach, clasps the baby to her. A bullet whistles

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">through, making a hole in the woodwork. She turns in horror

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to look at it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track with the attacking Apaches.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks anxiously down at the baby, while the attacking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Apaches draw ahead, seen through the windows of the stage

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">behind her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The baby is seen close from above, its eyes closed. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gunshots continue, off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne suddenly drops her head forward and buries it

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hopelessly in the baby's shawl.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim is looking grimly down at his gun, off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim's gloved hands are seen, close from above, opening

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the gun. There is one bullet left in the chamber. He spins

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">it round to the firing position.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Valthim's face. He looks up and across at first

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne, then Lady Luna off-screen, his face desperate and forlorn.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As he raises the gun, camera pans right and tilts down to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">show Lady Luna huddled in the corner, muttering prayers. Valthim's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gun comes into frame on the left, pointing straight at her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">head. A pause, then there is a gunshot off, and the gun drops

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and falls to the ground as Valthim is hit, off-screen. Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">continues to mutter her prayers, apparently without noticing.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Suddenly we hear the sound of a bugle and she looks up, hope

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">dawning in her eyes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Can you hear it? Can you hear it?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's a bugle! They're blowing the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">charge!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track right with the bugler and standard-bearer of the U.S.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cavalry galloping to the rescue. The bugler turns from side

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to side, sounding the charge, while the music turns to a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">triumphant cavalry theme.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now we see from above the whole detachment of cavalry charging

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to the rescue, camera tracking right with the horsemen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a cavalryman galloping along with the flag, others

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">behind him, their sabres drawn.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now we see the bugler in a high angle close-up, sounding the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">charge at the head of his troop.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the distance, the stagecoach comes toward camera surrounded

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">by the remaining Apaches, while the near cavalry stream

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards it. The Apaches pull their horses to their haunches

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and begin to scatter and run, as the cavalry charge towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them. They flail their ponies with their moccasined feet as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">they head back the way they have come, leaving the horsemen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">behind in a cloud of dust. Hawk leaps from the leading horse

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and holds the team's head, while a small group of cavalrymen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ride up to the coach.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">From the inside, the door of the coach is jerked open and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk looks in eagerly. His eyes turn to Valthim off-screen

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and his face falls.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim is leaning back against the side of the coach, with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone and Lady Luna supporting him on either side. He tries

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to smile, looking up at Lady Luna, and she leans down close to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him, pity in her face. It is an effort for him to speak but

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he manages his last words to her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Valthim

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">If you ever see Judge Ringfield...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(fighting for breath)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...tell him his son...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He does not finish his sentence, but closes his eyes and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">slumps forward on Doc Boone's shoulder. We hear the sound of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the cavalryman's bugle, off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is still looking anxiously through the door. Behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him the bugler circles round on his horse, still blowing his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bugle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to medium long shot of the cavalrymen riding in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">formation across the plain.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dissolve to a street in Lordsburg, seen from above at night.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It curves to the left so that one cannot see its full length.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oil-lamps light the store and saloon fronts, creating the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">usual Western atmosphere with an eerie effect of shadows

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from stark points of light. There are several Baldyboards and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a number of cow ponies hitched to the racks that line the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">street on either side. It is Saturday night and Lordsburg is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">full of ranchers and miners, cowboys, businessmen and diverse

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">town characters. There is a thudding of hooves, and around

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the turn in the distance come a group of cavalrymen, their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses lathered and their uniforms covered with dust, as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">they sweep past at a trot. Then two quartermaster's waggons

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">come round the turn at a sharp trot. As the quartermaster's

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">waggons draw near, the uniformed driver pulls the horses to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a halt in front of the Army building, which is opposite the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">biggest and brightest saloon in town, the El Dorado.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">One of the waggons is drawn up in front of the Army building.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Several Army officers and four or five ladies have been

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">waiting on the sidewalk in front of the Army office, and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">they flock to the waggon.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Two cavalrymen, one of them a captain, lift Lady Luna out; she is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">laid on one of the stagecoach seats. The ladies crowd round

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">anxiously. Camera pans left as the cavalrymen carry Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards the door.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CAPTAIN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thank heaven you're safe, Lady Luna.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Where's Richard? Is he all right?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CAPTAIN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He's all right, don't you worry.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera holds on a high angle shot of Lady Luna looking up from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the stretcher as the ladies crowd round sympathetically.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">FIRST LADY

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It isn't a bad wound.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CAPTAIN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">We'll take you to him immediately.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">SECOND LADY

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Where's the baby, dear?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna looks up anxiously and everyone turns to look off to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is standing in the doorway of the carriage with the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">baby bundled protectively in her arms. Two cavalrymen,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">standing one on each side of her, help her down the steps,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and camera pans left as she comes up to the group of waiting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ladies. A woman dressed as a nurse hurries forward and takes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the baby away from her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">NURSE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll take the baby.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Then the woman goes off into the background followed by the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">other women, all cooing over the baby, and Lady Luna is revealed

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the left still lying on the stretcher held by the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">cavalrymen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne, seen close from below, moves forward, looking down

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at Lady Luna off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna's head, seen close from above, lies on the stretcher on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">a pillow. She looks up at Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">If there's ever anything I can do

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">for...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She falters, lowers her eyes and looks away.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne looks down at Lady Luna sympathetically.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I know.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She takes off her shawl and throws it over Lady Luna on the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stretcher.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna looks up at Daphne as she gently draws the cloak over

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">CAVALRYMAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right, lady.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Lady Luna's head goes off at top of frame as the cavalrymen carry

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her away on the stretcher.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne backs away as the cavalrymen move off into the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">background with Lady Luna. She pauses for a moment looking after

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them, then camera pans right with her as she goes over to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the waggon and takes down her belongings from inside. She

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">starts dusting off her hat, then looks up as a commotion is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">heard, off. Piano music comes from the saloons down the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">street. In the background, more cavalrymen ride across from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">left to right followed by the stagecoach itself, the tired

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses walking, as some cowboys crowd round to watch. Camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pans slightly right as the stagecoach comes towards it.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Two seedy-looking characters are watching, leaning on a rail.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">One of them mouths something.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach comes forward slowly, seen in three-quarter

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">front view with Hawk driving on the box, Baldy, his arm in a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sling, at his side, and Wilcox on the roof behind.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The two men watch in amazement. One man is thin with a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">drooping moustache, a cigar clamped in his teeth; the other

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">is a short, fat little man whose eyebrows are raised in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">childish astonishment.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">FAT MAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(with a wheezy gasp)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It's the Hawk Kid!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Suddenly he turns and rushes away through the crowd behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him, hastily followed by the thin man. The other cowboys

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">crowd forward to watch.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is driving slowly, Wilcox sitting silently beside him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stagecoach moves slowly off, followed by a long procession

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of curious bystanders, mainly cowboys.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the El Dorado Saloon, a piano is banging out honky-tonk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">music amid the racket of a frontier saloon on Saturday night.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke Plummer is sitting at a table playing poker, surrounded

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">by the other players. A woman leans against his shoulder on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">one side. The last chip has been thrown into the pot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Aces and eights.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">COWPUNCHER

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(with a laugh as Luke

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">reaches for the pot)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Dead man's hand, Luke.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The two rabbity men who were watching Hawk in the street

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rush up to the tables, the fat one coming round beside Luke

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and addressing him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">FAT MAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk Kid's in town.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">THIN MAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah, drivin' the stage.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke looks up at someone off-screen and we see his face for

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the first time: hard, unpleasant, dangerous. A Mexican in a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">broad sombrero now looks anxiously down at Luke off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke rises slowly to his feet, camera tilting up with him as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his face moves into shadow. The woman looks up anxiously at

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his side.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Mis hermanos! (My brothers!)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the low angle close shot of the Mexican.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MEXICAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Si, patron, un momento!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He turns and runs off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke stands with his cards in his hands. He looks at them

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">for a moment, then throws them down on the table.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A close-up shows the cards lying on the table: two black

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">aces and two black eights.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke starts to move away.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The saloon is now seen in a reverse angle shot with the table

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in the foreground. Luke moves away from camera, pausing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">briefly to address his fellow players.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cash in.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Then he goes over to the bar in the background, his woman

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">sidling after him. He puts an arm on the bar and turns back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards the room.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut on motion to Luke at the bar turning towards the room.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Another cowpuncher moves past in the foreground as the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Bartender, a fat man wearing a top hat, places a bottle of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">whiskey in front of Luke and pulls out the stopper. Looking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rather apprehensive, he produces a glass and Luke pours

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">himself a slug of whiskey.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A long line of men stand in profile at the bar, the one

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">nearest camera moving out of frame to the left.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke puts down the bottle and raises his glass.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke, now seen in a low angle close-up, tosses the whiskey

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">back in one gulp and swallows.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The men at the bar all look round uneasily and gradually

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">start to move away.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke looks meanly to and fro.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">At the piano at the rear, the pianist is pounding away

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stolidly, gazing at Luke off-screen; the woman stands behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke looks from side to side with a vicious expression on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">his face, but he is obviously scared and trying to hide it

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">under the show of meanness.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is still standing out in the street by the Army

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">building. Two cavalrymen pass in front of her, carrying a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stretcher with Valthim's body on it. She watches it pass,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then camera pans right with her as she moves towards a waggon,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from which another stretcher is being taken carrying the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wounded Peacock. The stretcher-bearers halt as Peacock

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">addresses Daphne, holding out his hand to her, which she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">takes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Goodbye, Miss Daphne. If you ever

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">come to Kansas City, Kansas, I want

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you to come out to see us.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, thanks, Mister... er...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">PEACOCK

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Peacock.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The stretcher is carried off. Camera tracks slightly right,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then out in front of Daphne as she moves away from the Army

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">building. She suddenly stops and peers forward as we hear

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the jingle of a harness off. Seen across a rail fence, the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach now comes up the street to join the waggons outside

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the Army building. We can hear the piano from the El Dorado

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Saloon playing somewhere nearby. Two men in shirtsleeves

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hurry up to the stagecoach and numerous bystanders crowd

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">around.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">ONE OF THE MEN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hello, Baldy! You got through all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right, Bill.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">All right, folks, you're all right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Unload.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The door of the stagecoach opens and Sprewell steps out. One

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of the men advances towards him, brandishing a piece of paper.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Here y'are, Doctor, will you sign

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">this?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The door half-closes and then opens again as Doc Boone begins

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to emerge in the background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Baldy are seen from below on the box. Baldy leans

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">forward wearily.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thank you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...Lordsburg.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks up at Hawk.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">And you, Doctor.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox is now coming forward, holding his rifle and looking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up at Hawk off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">MAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There you are, thank you.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, Kid?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Hawk and Baldy on the box, as Hawk leans forward.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox, how long'll they give me for

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">breakin' out?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox looks up at him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(quietly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Oh, 'bout another year.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk's expression hardens a fraction. Baldy watches him

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">anxiously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(after a pause)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You know where my ranch is?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Will you... see she gets there all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">right?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox is a little surprised.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk looks straight ahead.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah. This is no town for a nice

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">girl like her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He looks down at Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox is touched.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(off)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Will you do it?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(slowly and gravely)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sure.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">At the front of the stagecoach, Doc Boone is visible behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the three men. The Sheriff, wearing a large stetson hat,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">comes up, followed by an inquisitive bystander.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">SHERIFF

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">How are you, Marshal? Get my man

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">through all right?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He brandishes several pairs of handcuffs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I don't need them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell, still rankling, taps the Sheriff's arm importantly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and points up at Hawk, as they form part of a group which

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">includes a portion of the crowd.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">If you don't want to lose your

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">prisoner, Sheriff, you'd better take

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him yourself.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Sheriff, puzzled by having the driver of the stagecoach

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pointed out to him, turns and looks at Sprewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">SHERIFF

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">What's your name, mister?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">My name is Sprewell. Ellsworth H.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">SHERIFF

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sprewell. You didn't think they'd

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">have the telegraph wires fixed, did

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Sheriff and a Deputy who has appeared on the left

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">instantly leap upon Sprewell, who starts to struggle

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">violently. Close-up of Sprewell struggling wildly as the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Sheriff and his Deputy try to get the handcuffs on him. They

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">finally succeed and camera pans left slightly as Sprewell is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hustled away, followed by a crowd of delighted bystanders.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As they go, Daphne is revealed standing by the wheels of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach. Soft music. Camera pans right and tracks out as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">she comes forward, to show the stagecoach in medium shot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is standing by the door, with the other three in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">their previous positions. Daphne stops by Doc Boone and Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">climbs down from the box. He looks first at Daphne and then

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at Wilcox on the right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Wilcox are seen in profile.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Can I meet you here in ten minutes?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox doesn't answer. He just stands looking at Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I gave you my word, Wilcox. I ain't

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">going back on it now.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox looks hard at Hawk, then hands him his rifle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">No ammunition.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk takes the gun and starts to take off his hat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I lied to you, Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He takes some cartridges out from the inside of his hat, and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shows them to Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I got three left.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He puts his hat on again and walks off.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">By the stagecoach, Daphne and Doc Boone stand on the left,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox on the right. Hawk walks towards Daphne, loading his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gun.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(to Daphne)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Come on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He takes her by the arm and leads her off as Doc Boone walks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track low in front of Daphne and Hawk as they walk off down

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the street. Hawk works the catch on his gun. Slow music.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone is facing Wilcox, with Baldy on the box of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stagecoach behind them. They all turn and watch the couple

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">go.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Stay on tracking shot of Hawk and Daphne, now seen in three-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">quarter front view. They pass the saloon. Camera pans slowly

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">round so that it is tracking alongside and just ahead of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">By Hawk's side, Daphne fumbles feverishly with her bag.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The doorway of the El Dorado Saloon is seen from behind the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar. Luke Plummer stands back to camera on the left at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar. He whips out his pistol as two horses draw up at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">door and two hard-looking men rush in -- Ike and Hank Plummer.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They come up to Luke, who puts away his pistol and nods

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards the door, where a group of bystanders are crowding

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">round looking in anxiously. The farthest brother, wearing a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hat, looks in the direction of Luke's gaze; at the same time,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he grabs the whiskey bottle and reaches nervously for a glass.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">It clatters over the side of the bar and onto the floor. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks scared at Luke and pours himself a drink. Luke comes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">round beside him and grabs the bottle. The man drinks and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks nervously from side to side again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A line of men at the other end of the bar look on nervously.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke and his brother are now shown leaning on the bar in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">profile. They whip round towards camera, reaching for their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">guns as a noise is heard at the door.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone wanders in, slamming the saloon door behind him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He comes up to the end of the bar facing the three men; he

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">puts his black bag on the counter. Then he points at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">whiskey bottle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Can I have that?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">A pause. Luke Plummer slings the whiskey bottle along the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">counter.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone catches the bottle, looking quizzically up at Luke

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off-screen. He reaches for a glass and pours himself a slug,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then raises the glass, his eyes still on Luke.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Luke and his brothers, seen in profile, all

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looking meanly at Doc Boone off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Doc Boone. He puts down his glass and looks

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">innocently at Luke.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back again to the Plummer brothers. Luke's face is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">contorted with anger and tension. He looks from Doc Boone to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the Bartender and back again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now the bar is seen slightly from above with Doc Boone in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">back view in the foreground; Luke and his brothers are lined

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">against it on the right. The Bartender stands behind the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar, still in his top hat, one hand in his pocket. Luke

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">stretches out his hand to the Bartender, his eyes still on

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Give me the shotgun.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Bartender does not react. Luke turns to him and says it

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">again, this time louder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Shotgun!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Bartender produces a shotgun from beneath the counter

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and hands it nervously to Luke, who grabs it compulsively,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">smashing several glasses on the counter as he does so. The

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Bartender snaps his fingers at his fat assistant who appears

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on the left. They both go to a large ornate mirror which

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">hangs on a wall behind the bar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Looking anxiously at Luke off-screen, the Bartender and his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">assistant carefully lower the ornate mirror down below the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bar counter.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone and Luke keep on eyeing each other across the bar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans briefly right as the woman, seen earlier with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke, rushes up behind him and seizes him by the arm.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">WOMAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke, please don't.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke thrusts her away savagely, camera panning right again

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">as she lands in the arms of another woman and, recovering

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">herself, rushes off upstairs.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk and Daphne are still walking down the street, camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tracking in front of them. Neither looks at the other. Neither

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">says anything. Her feet seem to drag as she walks, as if she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">never wanted to come to their destination. As the sequence

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">continues, they walk in and out of shadows while music from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bars and whorehouses comes and goes. Drunken laughter is

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">heard off. They are obviously approaching the sleaziest

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">quarter of town.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Pan and track slowly past a cat-house on the sidewalk; a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">girl sits on the steps. Bawdy laughter comes from inside,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">while a 'professor' can be seen pounding the piano through

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the cracked glass of the doorway.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Hawk and Daphne still plodding forward. Here

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the music changes to a violin and piano playing a waltz.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Track sideways past a couple of similar establishments, Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">walking ahead of Hawk in the foreground. Then track in behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them as they go towards the top of some steps, where Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">halts and looks up at Hawk. Behind her is an alley of sleazy-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looking houses with lighted windows. Daphne looks desperately

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up at Hawk, who is partly visible in back view.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(hopelessly)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, Kid, I...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(she pauses)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...I told you not to follow me.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Her face is hard and bitter with despair.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne starts to go away down the steps into the alley, as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk stands watching in the foreground. She breaks into a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">desperate run, then halts as Hawk calls to her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She does not turn as Hawk comes down the steps after her.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Slow music.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne has her hand on the rail as Hawk comes up just behind

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her, too bewildered to say anything. Close-up of Daphne from

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the side looking away from him silently.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Low angle close-up of Hawk looking at her, full of concern.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I asked you to marry me, didn't I?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Daphne seen in profile. She finally turns towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk with tears in her eyes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(choking)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll never forget you asked me, Kid.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">That's something.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(holding out his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wrists, his voice

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">calm)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">See them scars? Handcuffs... Scars

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">wear off, Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He puts his hands on her shaking shoulders

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I ain't gonna give you a chance to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">forget me. You wait here.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He turns and strides off to the left. Daphne turns to watch

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">him go, looking after him as if she can't believe what she

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">has heard. The quiet music ends.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the El Dorado Saloon, everybody waits in a tense silence.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke Plummer stands on the left of the bar with his brothers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ike and Hank. A card game is going on at a table on the right.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The door suddenly opens and everybody dives down, their hands

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">over their heads, as the Plummer brothers whip round, their

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">guns out. Baldy appears at the door, his arm in a sling. He

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gives a hoarse shout of fear as he sees the Plummer brothers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">turned towards him, their guns at the ready.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy stands at the door, petrified. He waggles his fingers

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">placatingly and speaks in a terrified falsetto.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldy

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">...Er... er... Hawk said he would

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">be passing this way in six or seven

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">minutes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He grins again placatingly and suddenly bolts out of the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">door, slamming it behind him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to Luke and his brothers, who pocket their pistols.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke swings the sawn-off shotgun into the crook of his arm

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and jerks his head to his brothers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(Urgently)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Come on.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">They stride towards the left, camera panning with them, and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">come up against Doc Boone, who has come round from the end

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of the bar to block their way. His tone is amiable, but firm.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll take that shotgun, Luke.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Close-up of Luke facing Doc Boone, who is in back view.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You'll take it in the belly, if you

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">don't get out of my way.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone stares grimly at Luke, off-screen.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">[If it can stand the kind of whiskey

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">they sell here, it can stand lead.]

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll have you indicted for murder if

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">you step outside with that shotgun.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He holds out his hand as if he were only asking for the wrist

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of a patient.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke stares at Doc Boone hard for a moment, then grins.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The two of them stand by the end of the bar, Luke's two

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">brothers behind him, the fat Bartender in the background.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke tosses the gun on the bar with a clatter.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, I'll tend to you later.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He thrusts Doc Boone brutally aside, camera panning left

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">slightly, then strides off, followed by his brothers. Doc

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Boone comes forward to the bar again, grinning; he mops his

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">brow and takes the whiskey bottle from the fat Bartender,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">who has come forward and thrust it towards him. He pours a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">slug, drinks it fast, then sets the glass down with a sigh.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He gasps to the Bartender, who has been watching with bulging

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">eyes:

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Don't ever let me do that again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Bartender grins sympathetically and pushes the whiskey

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">bottle towards him again.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the street outside, Luke's woman is leaning over the third-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">floor balcony above the bar.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">WOMAN

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Luke!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She tosses down a rifle. Camera tilts rapidly down with it

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to the sidewalk, where Luke catches it, his brothers standing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on either side. Luke cocks the gun and they all look warily

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from side to side, then stride off to the left past a lamp.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LUKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(calling up)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thanks.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">And the three brothers move forward again, scanning the empty

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">street ahead of them.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Plummer brothers come round the side of the saloon,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looking warily around them. A cat runs across in front of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">them. Medium close-up of the trio. Hank draws his gun and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fires at the cat.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The cat scuttles away round a corner.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut back to the three brothers, as Ike gives a high-pitched

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">laugh.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">IKE

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hank missed him with four feet.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">At a street corner, people scatter. A man rides towards camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">on horseback with two other horses in tow.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Outside the El Dorado Saloon, cowboys are unlooping the reins

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of their mustangs from the hitching posts and leading them

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">into corrals. The street is rapidly emptying.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Through the open door of a print shop, we see an old Type-

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">setter in shirt-sleeves, a green eyeshade on his brow, bent

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">over a type box beside an old-fashioned printing press. Track

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in as the Editor hurriedly enters from the street, taking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">off his jacket as he goes. On the window is lettered:

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">LORDSBURG SENTINEL. The old Type-setter straightens up as

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the Editor bustles in, and camera holds on them as they face

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">each other across the press.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">EDITOR

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hey, Billy! Billy! Kill that story

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">about the Republican Convention in

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Chicago. Take this down.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He points out into the street.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">EDITOR

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">'The Hawk Kid was killed on Main

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Street in Lordsburg tonight...'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He slaps his hand on the press and points his finger at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">surprised Type-setter.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">EDITOR

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">'...and among the additional dead

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">were...' Leave that blank for a while.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Camera pans slightly right as the Editor comes forward and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks out into the street.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">TYPE-SETTER

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(following him)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I didn't hear no shooting, Ed.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He puts his hands anxiously on the Editor's shoulders and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">looks out past him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">EDITOR

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">You will, Billy, you will.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to a long shot of the street, a gas-lamp in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">foreground. Two women scurry across the street, while a

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">rancher drives a Baldyboard hitched to two horses at a tearing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">pace down the street out of town. The street empties as the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">three Plummer brothers, now spread out, stalk warily towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">camera. Low music. The brothers look behind them as they

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">advance, then pause and look round, standing closer together.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Cut to another long shot of the street, where the Plummers'

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shadows loom against the far walls. They walk slowly into

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">view. Simultaneously, Hawk appears from the shadow in back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">view in the foreground. Everyone pauses as they see each

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">other, then Hawk and the trio start to move slowly towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">each other.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is now seen in reverse angle, stalking slowly towards

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">camera, his footsteps loud on the board sidewalk in the empty

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">night; he comes into a shaft of light, cocking his gun as he

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">goes. He goes out of frame to the left.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now the Plummer brothers are seen from below, stalking

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">forward, their guns levelled. The music gets louder. They

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">move out of shot.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk is still coming slowly forward in the gloom. The music

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">gets louder still, pounding in time with his feet. Suddenly,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk throws himself to the ground, firing as he goes, then

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">feverishly starts reloading his rifle.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is still standing at the foot of the steps where Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">left her. She turns and looks up anxiously, as a volley of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">shots rings out, echoed by a chorus of screams from the whores

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">in the nearby cat-houses. Silence falls. Daphne reacts with

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">anguish. She hurries anxiously up the steps towards camera,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">calling Hawk's name as she goes.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk... Hawk... Hawk!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She halts at the top of the steps, looks anxiously off to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">the right, then her shoulders droop and she sinks her head

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">despairingly down against the post at the side of the steps.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">There is a look of death in her face.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">In the interior of the El Dorado Saloon, cowboys are crowded

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">round the door, looking out. The door is flung open and Luke

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Plummer stands unsteadily in the doorway. He looks from side

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">to side, then advances towards the bar with leaden feet. As

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">he reaches the end of the bar, he staggers and falls, grabbing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">at the bar as he goes. He lands on his back, dead. Camera

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">tilts down to show his corpse from above.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne stands, dejected and beaten, at the top of the steps,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">her head resting on her hands. Track in as she raises her

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">head when slow heavy footsteps are heard off. She rushes

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">towards Hawk, as he appears from the right of frame in back

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">view, and falls in his arms. Hawk holds her close to him;

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne is crying in earnest now, her throat too full of

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">feeling for a word to pass. The music, which has been playing

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">softly, now reaches a climax. They stand locked in each

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">other's arms.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">As they stand clasped in one another's arms, a Baldyboard

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">drives into frame from the left with Wilcox at the reins and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc Boone behind. Doc Boone gets out.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Ready, Kid?

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox is seen in medium close-up on the front of the Baldyboard

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with the couple standing behind him, looking round at him.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk comes forward, followed by Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Thanks, Wilcox.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox gets down from the driver's seat. Hawk starts to get

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">up, then pauses. He turns to Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox's going to see that you get to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">my place across the Border.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She nods, looking up at him. Hawk gets up onto the vehicle

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and Doc Boone comes forward in the background beside Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He puts out his hand.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hawk

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Goodbye, Daphne.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne leans forward and clasps his hand in both of hers.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(almost in a whisper)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Goodbye.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(in back view in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">foreground)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Maybe you would like to ride a way

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">with the Kid.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Daphne

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Please.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">She gets up beside Hawk. Wilcox moves out of frame to the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">left. Doc Boone arranges a shawl around Daphne's shoulders,

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">then does likewise. They sit there, waiting for Wilcox to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">climb up, too.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox and Doc Boone both move towards the back of the vehicle

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and each picks up a stone from the ground. Then they seem to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">go insane, for suddenly they both hurl their stones at the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">horses' rumps, yelling. The horses gallop off with the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Baldyboard, nearly spilling Daphne from the seat and leaving

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox and Doc Boone shouting and waving their hats in the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">air.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC BOONE AND Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Hiya, giddap, hiya, hiya, hiya!

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Now the two men both take a step towards camera, shouting

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">and waving their hats and grinning as the Baldyboard moves

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">away off-screen. They chuckle contentedly and put their hats

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">back on their heads.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Well, that's saved them the blessings

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">of civilization.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Yeah.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He laughs, then taps Doc Boone on the shoulder.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Doc...

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He removes his Marshal's badge from his lapel.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Wilcox

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">I'll buy you a drink.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">He puts the badge in his pocket.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">DOC

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">(waving a finger)

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Just one.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">The two men laugh. Wilcox puts his arm round Doc Boone and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">they walk off to the left.

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">Darkness still lies over the land, but sunrise lightens the

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">clouds on the horizon, as the Baldyboard moves swiftly away

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">from camera into the distance, carrying Hawk and Daphne to

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">their new life. Loud music and the words THE END appear and

<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0cm">fade out before the end credits.