Days of Heaven Page #4

BENSON:

Shockers! Four more and I'm leaving.

BILL:

How much you paying?

BENSON:

Man can make three dollars a day, he wants to

work.

BILL:

Who're you kidding?

Bill mills around. They have no choice but to accept his

offer.

BENSON:

Sackers!

Abby steps up. Benson takes her for a young man.

BENSON:

You ever sacked before?

She nods.

Transcriber's Note: the following seven lines of

dialogue between the NEWCOMER and the VETERAN runs

concurrent with the previous six lines of dialogue between

Benson and Bill and Abby. In the original script they are

typed in two columns running side-by-side down the page.

*****

NEWCOMER (o.s.)

How's the p*ssy up there?

VETERAN:

Not good. Where you from?

NEWCOMER (o.s.)

Detroit.

VETERAN:

How's the p*ssy up there?

NEWCOMER (o.s.)

Good.

(pause)

The guys tough out here?

VETERAN (o.s.)

Not so tough. How about up there?

NEWCOMER (o.s.)

Tough.

*****

BENSON:

When's that?

ABBY:

Last year.

He waves her on. Abby nods at Ursula.

ABBY:

You're making a mistake, you pass this kid up.

BENSON:

Get on.

He snaps his fingers at her. Bill climbs up ahead of the

women. Anger makes him extremely polite.

BILL:

You don't need to say it like that.

Benson ignores this remark but dislikes Bill from the first.

20EXT. PLAINS

Benson's wagons roll across the plains toward

the Razumihin, a "bonanza" or wheat ranch of spectacular

dimensions, its name spelled out in whitewashed rocks on the

side of a hill.

21EXT. BONANZA GATES (NEAR SIGN)

The wagons pass under a large arch, set in the

middle of nowhere, like the gates to a vanished kingdom.

Goats peer down from on top.

Bill looks at Abby and raises his eyebrows.

22EXT. BELVEDERE

At the center of the bonanza, amid a tawny sea

of grain, stands a gay Victorian house, three stories tall.

Where most farm houses stand more sensibly on low ground,

protected from the elements, "The Belvedere" occupies the

highest ridge around, commanding the view and esteem of all.

Filigrees of gingerbread adorn the eaves. Cottonwood

saplings, six feet high, have recently been planted in the

front. Peacocks fuss about the yard. There is a lawn swing

and a flagpole, used like a ship's mast for signaling

distant parts of the bonanza. A wind generator supplies

electric power.

A white picket fence surrounds the house, though its purpose

is unclear; where the prairie leaves off and the yard begins

is impossible to tell.

Bison drift over the hills like boats on the ocean. Bill

shouts at the nearest one.

BILL:

Yo, Beevo!

23TIGHT ON CHUCK

CHUCK ARTUNOV, the owner--a man of great reserve

and dignity, still a bachelor--stands on the front porch of

the Belvedere high above, observing the new arrivals.

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