Wild Wild West Page #3
The lady is speechless. The Baron notices a man urgently
beckoning to him from across the room. It is POMEROY, a
shifty-eyed business tycoon
BARON:
Ah! I am desolate to be pulled
from your large presence! But I
believe I am required... uh, you
would say "yonder."
And he hurries away from the overheated, disappointed
dame.
INT. MANSION - LIBRARY - NIGHT
Pomeroy ushers the Baron and three other distinguished
GENTLEMEN into the richly appointed library. Suddenly
serious, he locks the door and crosses to a bookshelf.
POMEROY:
Gentlemen, down to the real business
of the evening. Allow me to present
our...
(American accent)
... piece de resistance.
(to the Baron)
Is that how you parlay it, Baron?
The Baron smiles graciously and corrects his French:
BARON:
Piece de resistance, Monsieur.
POMEROY:
Uh... yes...
Pomeroy swings open a section of bookshelf revealing a
hidden compartment. And there stands -- a gleaming brass,
carriage-mounted Gatling gun. Pomeroy proudly rolls it
into the room. The men are impressed.
POMEROY:
Dr. Gatling's latest model. Fires
eighty rounds without reloading.
GENTLEMAN:
How many of these do you have,
sir?
Pomeroy smiles as he moves to a side table and opens a
box of expensive cigars.
POMEROY:
Sixteen. All of them freshly,
shall we say, "removed" from a
poorly guarded local armory. And
available to you at a very
reasonable price. Cigars,
gentlemen?
The three gentlemen gather round, taking cigars.
Unseen by them, the Baron has moved away and is pulling
something strange out of his pants leg -- a loaded magazine
for the Gatling gun.
GENTLEMAN:
Mighty effective, I'd imagine, for
keeping the damn regulators out of
my business. Let's talk money.
Pomeroy smiles greedily and toasts them:
POMEROY:
My kind of music.
KER-KLATCH. They all turn at the sound. The Baron is
sliding the magazine into the Gatling gun.
POMEROY:
(nervously)
Uh... Baron, sir, what...? Uh...
ne touchez la...
To their horror, the smiling Baron starts calmly cranking
away -- BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!!!
Pomeroy and his terrified guests hit the floor. But the
Baron aims just above them, strafing the oak-paneled wall.
The Baron pauses. He now aims the smoking gun barrels at
the men as they poke their startled faces up from behind
the furniture.
Then he notices another big, awful painting by the same
no-talent painter. He swivels the big gun --
BLAMBLAMBLAM! -- and decimates it. He sighs, satisfied:
BARON:
He swings the gun back onto the baffled men. Pomeroy's
GENTLEMAN:
Who is this madman?!
POMEROY:
The... the Baron! He said he came
with you.
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