Prairie Spirit

Prairie Spirit
INT. SALOON – DAY
In a dark corner sits a man called THEO, a hat is pulled down over his eyes and his heels are up on a small round table, he is dressed in dirty jeans and black shirt, looking like a hundred miles of bad road with unshaven cheeks and matted hair. Against the bar stands a man speaking to another man. THEO watches him intently. Around them are the sounds of revellers and card players but the universe only consists of THEO and the man he is watching.
CLOSE UP: THEO’s eye as it closes briefly, he picks up a whiskey tumbler and takes a sip.
EXT. THE PRAIRIE – DAY
The rolling grassland flows on for as far as the eye can see. Sat on a rough fence bordering farmland are two men, one of them a better dressed THEO, the other is dressed in dungarees and has the air of a farmhand about him.
The farm hand is CHESTER.
THEO idly whittles on a piece of wood while his companion gnaws on a chicken leg. They sit in companionable silence for a while, but when THEO finally speaks its in a surprising English accent.
THEO
It could be home…
CHESTER
(in fake American accent)
‘Tis home Theodore.
THEO
I wouldn’t let the locals hear you do that…
CHESTER
(in fake American accent)
Why, we ARE locals Theodore, whats gotten into you son?
THEO
Not to them we’re not.
When CHESTER speaks normally his accent is also English, but with a softening that perhaps says he’s been State-side longer.
CHESTER
You’re wrong. You have to fit in Theo, learn to ride a sodding horse perhaps!
THEO snaps CHESTER a look of distaste.
THEO
I got legs…
CHESTER
Question is… You still got your tickets back?
THEO taps his breast pocket.
THEO
Right here… And I’d have used it if she’d agree to go along…
CHESTER
Well then, like it or not this IS home now… ‘Cause she ain’t budgin’.
The far off crack of a gunshot is heard and both men turn as one, THEO taking off in a run.
INT. SALOON – DAY
CLOSE UP: The dirt of the saloons floor as cowboy boots walk across it, the shadow of the saloon doors swing to and fro and the figure walks through. a moment later the shadow of another figure follows them.
EXT. SALOON – DAY
The dried out side of the saloon is made of twisted wooden slats. The man from the bar moves down it and stops halfway. He unbuttons his trousers and we hear water splashing against the side of the saloon.
THEO
(o.c.)
I should shoot you now.
The man continues to urinate against the wood, but he glances over, squinting. His name is BOZWORTH and he speak in a thick Texan accent.
BOZ
But ya wont…
BOZ shakes, his whole body bouncing up and down once… twice… He buttons up and turns to face THEO.
BOZ
You ride the whole way sidesaddle Limey?
THEO watches as BOZ’s hand drops close to his gun.
THEO follows suit and BOZ’s eyes narrow slightly.
THEO
Nah, I walked…
BOZ
Long way to walk…
THEO
Depends on whats at the destination…
BOZ
I shoulda stuck around, killed ya back then…
THEO
I guess you should have.
Both men fall into silence for a time, WIDEANGLE of the side of the saloon the men perhaps twenty feet apart. Both are poised.
They seem to move symultaneously, both a blur. The guns roar…
BOZ spins and hits the side of the saloon and seems to roll down it. He lands on the dirt groaning in pain. Blood seeps from him.
CLOSE UP: THEO still stands, his gunhand drops to his side.
WIDEANGLE: THEO walks over to the fallen BOZ, taking his time, he kneels beside the dying gunman.
EXTREME CLOSE UP: THEO’s eyes.
EXTREME CLOSE UP: BOZ as THEO rolls him to his back.
BOZ
I shoulda killed ya…
THEO smiles a sad smile.
EXT. FARM – DAY

In the foreground we see some burning timber, smoke obscuring everything but the figure of a woman lay on the dirt ground. THEO moves into frame and crumples to the womans side.
In one unbroken shot he huddles her close. He head flopping backwards, her eyes blankly looking to the heavens.
CLOSE UP: His hand moves to his gun, sliding it slowly from his holster and raising it…
REVERSE ANGLE: CHESTER runs up.
CHESTER
No… NO…
A loud booming gunshot breaks the silence. THEO’s form slides to the ground beside the woman.
CLOSE UP: THEO’s eye staring into the sun, unblinking and devoid of life.
EXT. SALOON – DAY
THEO stands looking down at BOZ.
THEO
You did…
WIDEANGLE: THEO turns and walks away slowly as BOZ shudders and dies. THEO’s form fading into nothingness, followed a moment later by the crunch of his boots on the ground.
Over this image a TITLE CARD fades in.
“He who seeks revenge should remember to dig two graves… (Chinese Proverb)”
OVER SILENCE we FADE TO BLACK:
ROLL CREDITS

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