Lone Star Page #5

WADE:

You're a dead man.

He turns and nearly bumps into Hollis. He gives the Deputy

a shove.

WADE:

Get the goddam car. We're going

to Roderick's.

CU BUDDY:

He watches till the screen door shuts behind them, then

holsters his gun and begins to saw at the steak as if nothing

had happened. He calls softly--

BUDDY:

Muchacho--mas cerveza por favor.

He looks up at somebody and we PAN till we see Sam, still

standing over the booth, listening.

We are back in 1995 --

HOLLIS (O.S.)

"Mas cerveza por favor."

FENTON (O.S.)

That Buddy was a cool breeze.

We PULL BACK to see Hollis and his buddies at the table,

eating their lunches as they listen

FENTON:

Charley Wade were known to have

put a good number of people in

the ground, and your daddy gets

eyeball to eyeball with him.

HOLLIS:

We made our collection at

Roderick's place and that was the

last anybody seen hide nor hair

of him. He went missing the next

day, along with ten thousand

dollars in county funds from the

safe at the jail.

SAM:

Never heard from him again?

HOLLIS:

Not a peep. Buddy run the man

out of town.

FENTON:

Buddy Deeds said a thing, he damn

well backed it up. Won't be

another like him.

SAM:

So he arrested all of Jimmy

Herrera's people and sent 'em

back to the other side?

Hollis sees what Sam is getting at, grins--

HOLLIS:

Oh--he come to an accommodation.

Money doesn't always need to change

hands to keep the wheels turning.

SAM:

Right.

HOLLIS:

Look, I know you had some problems

with your father, and he and Muriel--

well--

FENTON:

Your mother was a saint.

HOLLIS:

--but Buddy Deeds was my salvation.

Sam nods, speaks softly--

SAM:

Won't be another like him.

EXT. ARMY INSTALLATION -- DAY -- CU DEL PAYNE

COLONEL DELMORE PAYNE (DEL), a very direct, by-the-book Black

officer, addresses them. Artillery pieces angle toward the

sky behind him--

DEL:

--it's an honor for me to assume

command of this unit, and I look

forward to working with all of

you.

OFFICERS:

Cliff and Mikey, in uniform now, flank SERGEANT PRISCILLA

WORTH, a Black woman in her early 40s, as they stand in

formation--

DEL (O.S.)

I'm sure you're all aware of the

Army's decision to close this

installation under the Reduction

in Force plan. That does not

mean, however--

REVERSE:

We look over the shoulders of assembled OFFICERS and NCOs

toward Del.

DEL:

--that we've been sent here to

mark time until we are absorbed

by another unit.

CU DEL:

DEL:

You may have heard rumors that I

run a very tight operation. These

rumors are not exaggerated.

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON -- BUDDY PHOTO

We are looking through a magnifying glass at an old photo.

Buddy's face is slightly distorted by the glass.

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