Condemned Gold. Script in English according novel «Russian scenario for Hollywood». Александр Кваченюк-Борецкий

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rio for Hollywood»

      Александр Кваченюк-Борецкий

      © Александр Кваченюк-Борецкий, 2018

      ISBN 978-5-4490-3385-7

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      Fade in:

      EXT. WILLKIE FARMER’S HOUSE – UNITED STATES – DAY (1960)

      Big old house somewhere in the Midwest. Willkie Farmer a man in his early twenties exits home. His mother – CHARLOTTE – runs after him.

      CHARLOTTE

      Where are you going, son?

      WILLKIE

      Ma, I’m not a small boy anymore,

      don’t ask me where to? It’s time

      for me to do a real man’s job!

      CHARLOTTE

      Well, you can look after cattle

      here, it’s a man’s job

      WILLKIE

      (after a pause)

      I’ll drop you a line, ma. Don’t

      worry about me.

      WILLKIE turns and walks away down the dusty road.

      INT. BAR OWL – UNITED STATES – NIGHT (1960)

      WILLKIE sits in a bar next to a middle-aged COWBOY, who sips his beer slowly. The man has a big SCAR on his left cheek. After a glass of beer COWBOY turns his swarthy face to WILLKIE and looks at him with his piercing gray hawk-like eyes. COWBOY wipes his mouth with a sleeve.

      2

      COWBOY

      Whiskey?

      WILLKIE

      (readily)

      I wouldn’t mind.

      COWBOY nods to the bartender. He pours the men two glasses of spirits.

      COWBOY

      Where are you going, son… if it’s

      not a secret?

      WILLKIE

      Looking for job!

      COWBOY

      What kind of job?

      WILLKIE

      One that pays money

      At this moment a doorway in the bar opens wide and THREE GENTLEMEN in suits enter.

      COWBOY slowly puts his right hand under the table.

      The GENTLEMEN say something to one of the men in the bar and leave.

      COWBOY follows them with his eyes, then turns to WILLKIE.

      COWBOY

      I might have a job for you, son.

      WILLKIE

      What do I do?

      COWBOY

      What I tell you to.

      3

      WILLKIE

      Nope! That will not do. Tell me

      what’s the job or I won’t go for it.

      COWBOY

      As you wish! (long beat) But I pay

      with pure gold!

      COWBOY takes out a little leather bag from his pocket and throws it on the table in front of WILLKIE. A handful of golden sand dusted on the top.

      Looking at the bag, WILLKIE mutters something unintelligible. Seeing what a strong impression the gold has made on his new companion COWBOY grunts with satisfaction.

      At this moment THREE MEN in suits enter the bar again. While WILLKIE weights the little bag in his hand, they approach him and the cowboy.

      FIRST MAN IN SUIT

      Texas Police! Nick Gordon, follow us.

      The MAN in SUIT grabs the leather bag from Willkie’s hands.

      FIRST MAN IN SUIT (CONT’D)

      Heavy.

      COWBOY takes out his colt

      COWBOY

      It’s not yours

      4

      THE FIRST MAN throws the bag on the table and steps backwards.

      FIRST MAN IN SUIT

      (quietly)

      You’re dead!

      COWBOY

      Can I see you warrant, officers?

      FIRST MAN IN SUIT

      Here it is.

      He hits COWBOY’S hand with the gun. The fight starts.

      EXT. BAR – CONTINUOUS

      COWBOY and WILLKIE run fast away from the bar.

      BANG.

      One of the bullets swishes over WILLKIE’s head. The second one reaches COWBOY.

      He screams with pain.

      WILLKIE catches up and drags him to the car.

      The three men chase them.

      WILLKIE jumps in the car and darts off.

      5

      INT. COWBOY’S CAR – NIGHT (SEVERAL HOURS LATER)

      COWBOY breaths with difficulty

      WILLKIE

      Who were those guys? They were not

      from

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