Dances with Wolves Page #6

DUNBAR (V.O.)

The strangeness of this life cannot

be measured. In trying to produce my

own death, I was elevated to the

status of a living hero.

Dunbar starts forward and the camera swings around to cover

his back. In the distance we can see an isolated and dreary

military post.

The sky is very blue. The sun is bright. A rough-hewn,

unfenced fort is straight ahead.

There are several miscellaneous stone structures, a well-

stocked stable, barracks, officer's quarters and in the center

of it all, a headquarters building.

Lieutenant Dunbar, riding straight and tall on his powerfully

built buckskin, Cisco, passes into view. He's headed for the

center of the fort.

INT. FORT HAYS HEADQUARTERS - DAY

Silhouetted against the outside, Lieutenant Dunbar pauses in

the wide doorway of headquarters. We can hear the distant

sounds of work and life coming from the outside but in here

it's strangely quiet.

A SERGEANT sits at a desk in the foyer. Across the way, at

another desk, is an enlisted CLERK. Both men glance from

their paperwork at the man in the doorway. But it's only a

glance and they go right on shuffling paper.

Footfalls sound in a hallway and a blue-eyed officer with

slick, black hair swings into the foyer. He too has a

slackness that echoes the dreariness of this post.

The blue-eyed officer, LIEUTENANT ELGIN, and Dunbar meet at

the doorway. Dunbar glances down at a scrap of paper in his

hand.

DUNBAR:

Where can I find Major... Fambrough?

ELGIN:

Turn right... all the way to the end

of the hall.

Being roughly the same age and rank these two might idle

awhile, but Dunbar is eager. He's already moving.

FAMBROUGH (O.S.)

Lt. John J. Dunbar.

DUNBAR:

Sir?

Dunbar stops and turns, peering down the hallway. No one is

there.

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