Painted Woman Page #2

---

Put on that green dress.

You deserve better.

Come on, now. Come on.

Come on, girl. Come on.

Watch your step,

Ms. Richards.

Thank you, Mr. Dean.

[indistinct chatter]

Good evening.

How are you doing,

Mr. Allison?

Evening.

- Ma'am.

- Mr. Allison.

How you doing tonight?

Evening.

- Evening.

- Gentlemen.

- How you doing, Mr. Allison?

- Evening.

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

You're not cheating

again, are you?

That a boy. How're the games?

Mr. Allison, join us?

By all means, deal me in.

[laughing]

[grunts]

- Mr. Allison.

- Is this her?

- This is Cora.

- Well.

Get up.

Now.

This is Mr. Allison, Cora.

You're going to live

with him now.

Does that suit you, honey?

Good.

Kentucky.

Darling, why don't you

come over here?

You knew this day would come.

What do I do?

You come back to work.

Where else will you go?

I don't know.

Come inside.

I told you, I was his prize

long before you.

Hold your head high.

Do not give him these tears.

Come. Come.

[melancholy music]

Are you ready to go?

What about my things?

We'll get you new things.

Take us home.

Hoo-ah, get up.

Come on.

[speaking Spanish]

[dark music]

[knock at door]

Come on.

- No.

- Maria...

I said no!

May I have a moment?

Haven't you done

enough to her?

You know what

he wants me to do.

Get out.

I won't do it.

But you're not safe

in Goldfield.

You have to leave.

- Where?

- I'll take you to Johnson.

You can catch a stagecoach

to wherever you want to go.

I'm not staying here.

Julie...

Come on in.

[chuckling]

What do you think, huh?

Why don't you take her on

upstairs and show her around?

Come on, ma'am.

Where's Julie?

She won't be living here

anymore, Ned.

How far is Johnson?

Not far.

But I do believe

this is far enough.

Why are we stopping?

- Get down.

- Why?

[grunts]

[whimpering]

[pistol c*cks]

Did you really think I would

love someone like you?

Mr. Dean.

So weak, worn.

I'd be offended if I didn't

know how broken you truly are.

You know, Kyle Allison,

he can't be trusted.

I had no idea that he would

get rid of you like this.

Our time has passed.

Goodbye, Ms. Richards.

- [pistol clicks]

- [gasps]

[grunts]

[suspenseful music]

Ms. Richards?

Ms. Richards?

I know

you're out here.

If you choose to face your

fate, I will make it quick.

I guess it'll be slow then.

[dark music]

[grunts]

[thunder rumbling]

Maybe you're not as good

as I was told.

So you've said.

- Bested by a woman.

- Oh, I'll find her.

Don't you worry about that.

Yeah, well, take Harty.

It's just Julie.

Ain't nobody gonna listen

to a runned-away whore.

Your mother was a whore,

you sniveling coward.

Get the job done.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes