
American Outlaws
FADE IN:
EXT. WOODS
The Rangers plunge into thick woods. Branches slap at them,
but the sound of gunfire keeps them going. Captain Malcolm
is still in the lead, flanked by two young men who are
obviously brothers. The big, handsome one is COLE YOUNGER;
the skinny one with the lopsided hair is BOB YOUNGER.
EXT. WOOD'S EDGE
They break through the other side of the woods, emerging
behind a rickety set of fence-post fortifications. Instantly
GUNFIRE tears apart the trees around them. The Captain's
horse goes down, and the Younger brothers dive and roll to
hide beneath the palisade.
The Captain, still alive, has fallen beyond the wooden
shield. Cole scrambles through the savage rifle fire, grabs
Captain Malcolm, and hauls him behind the fortification.
CAPTAIN MALCOLM:
(bellowing)
Fall back into the woods! Out of
your saddles before you're shot out
of 'em!
The Rangers leap from their saddles as a new sound starts
-- a dull roar that grows and approaches and BBRRRRAPPPPP
as, unbelievably, trees EXPLODE INTO SPLINTERS and horses
and men go down in a heap!
COLE:
Gatling! They've got a Gatling!
BOB:
Dammit, this stopped being fun
about two years ago!
Some men are crawling to the fortifications, others are
staying in the woods. The Captain pokes his head up to take
a look. With him WE SEE
EXT. ANOTHER HILLSIDE
At the top of which, about a hundred fifty yards off, is a
three man Gatling crew. Squads of Union soldiers are
beginning to make their way down the hillside. And just to
their right is an EIGHT INCH CANNON with a burning fuse --
EXT. FORTIFICATIONS
CAPTAIN MALCOLM:
DOWN!
BOOM! And with a whistle the cannonball TEARS THROUGH the
forest and EXPLODES just behind the Rangers. Some of the men
are screaming from injury and panic.
CAPTAIN MALCOLM (CONT'D)
Cole! Bob! You boys okay?
COLE:
Hell, take more than a cannon to
kill the Younger brothers, sir!
BOB:
I think the cannon's doing a pretty
good job, Cole.
A full-blooded Indian, COMANCHE TOM, crawls up next to them.
COLE:
Some Indian tracker you turned out
to be, Tom.
COMANCHE TOM:
You pay me to find you Bluecoats.
There they are.
ANOTHER ROUND from the Gatling chews up the trees and
fencing, driving their heads down.
CAPTAIN MALCOLM:
They're using the Gatling and the
cannon to cover their advance. We're
pinned unless we take them out!
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