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Dan pulls out his SPENCER RIFLE, riding in front.

DAN:

Stay behind me.

15 OMITTED

16 EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY

THE STAGECOACH RACES through the narrow pass, A PLUME OF DUST

rising. McElroy squints, seeing-

A HERD OF CATTLE stampeding toward him. And Ben Wade driving

them unflinchingly with a stock whip.

MCELROY:

Pull up, kid. Pull up!

The driver stares at the cattle, frozen. Imagine the bull run

in Pamplona, only you’re driving into it. McElroy lunges for

the reins pulling hard as HOOVES and HORNS collide.

The STAGECOACH lists to one side, you can feel the weight of

this iron carriage. The FRONT AXLE SNAPS. Horses break free-

The STAGECOACH NOSES INTO AN EMBANKMENT AND FLIPS, rolling

end over end like a semi on the turnpike. McElroy, the

driver, and injured Pinkertons catapult to the air.

16A ANGLE ON:
THE OUTLAWS hounding unfortunate survivors.

Darden touches his BOWIE KNIFE to the chest of A PINKERTON.

PINKERTON:

Oh God, Mr. Wade. Please. I got a

wife and three kids. Please don’t-

DARDEN:

What did you call me, boy? I ain’t

Ben Wade. My name is Tommy Darden.

Legend with a blade. Soon to run

this outfit. Say my name. Say it.

PINKERTON:

...I can’t remember it...

(CONTINUED)

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16A CONTINUED:

Darden twists the knife as the driver howls.

Charlie Prince wields his TWO SCHOFIELDS like the Reaper,

singing and doing a soft shoe as he puts two Pinkertons out

of their misery.

17 CLOSE ON-- BEN WADE

moves slowly, confidently toward the coach, unimpressed by

the carnage. Most of the coach horses have run off. A couple

are on the ground. A few cattle wander about dazed.

18 EXT. STAGECOACH, DESERT VALLEY - DAY

As the dust settles. The outlaws find McElroy pulling himself

in the dirt, holding his leg, reaching with his other hand

for his HAMMER SHOTGUN.

CHARLIE PRINCE:

Morning, Pinkerton. Name’s Charlie

Prince. I expect you heard of me.

MCELROY:

I heard of a balled-up whore named

Charlie Princess. That you, missy.

Darden and Jackson get a chuckle out of this -- Charlie

Prince smiles, then fires a SHOT into McElroy’s gut...

...and McElroy just GRUNTS.

CHARLIE PRINCE:

I hate Pinkertons.

ANGLE ON:
BEN WADE riding up now, the gang clearing a path.

He stops before McElroy and they share a look...

WADE:

When’d your hair turn all gray,

Byron.

McElroy says nothing. Wade gives a nod to Sutherland who

rushes up to the PADLOCKED STEEL DOOR on the stagecoach, a

SATCHEL OF EXPLOSIVES under his arm.

(CONTINUED)

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WADE (CONT'D)

I heard, Byron, that your boss, Al

Pinkerton, president of the most

feared protection agency in all the

world, home of the eye that never

sleeps, well, I heard he got an

infection from biting his own

tongue ...and died last month.

That true?

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