Midnight Cowboy Page #5
The Old Cowhand has rolled-himself a cigarette. Joe quickly
lights a match on his thumb and holds it across the aisle.
JOE:
Light?
The Old Cowhand's "thanks" is lost in a fit of coughing as he
inhales his first drag. He settles back, wiping his watery
eyes on a faded bandana.
EVANGELIST'S VOICE
... everyone who sends a dollar to
the Evangelical Congregation of the
Air will get free gratis a genuine
leatherette hymn book so you can
sing along with Sister Rosella and
the Evangelical Choir...
JOE:
You throw in Sister Rosella and you
got a deal, right, old timer?
Joe glances across the aisle. The Old Cowhand manages a
faint, humorless smile.
JOE (CONT'D)
Going far?
OLD COWHAND:
Up the line. Not far.
JOE:
I'm bound for New York City.
The Old Cowhand reappraises Joe's wardrobe even more
curiously.
JOE (CONT'D)
Ever happen to come across a cowman
name of Woodsy Niles? Friend of my
grammaw Sally Buck...
The Old Cowhand considers, shakes his head. Joe leans back,
laughing to himself.
INT. REMEMBERED BEDROOM - ANOTHER TIME
Little Joe's head is lost in a beat-up cowboy hat, similar to
the one worn by the old Cowhand. Sally Buck smiles on WOODSY
NILES -- a long-legged cowboy with a shock of black hair --
who stands at her dressing table, admiring himself in a new
Stetson.
SALLY BUCK:
Like it, honey? Does it fit?
WOODSY:
You do me good, Sal, you do me real
good. You know what I gonna give
you for that Stetson?
Woodsy grabs Sally Buck, lifting her off her feet, carrying
her to the bed. Struggling, they fall across the covers
together, Little Joe laughing with them.
SALLY BUCK:
Woodsy Niles! The boy!
WOODSY:
He don't know what makes little
apples by now, it's time he found
out.
INT. BUS - NIGHT
Joe shakes his head, grinning, offering the old Cowhand a
cigarette.
JOE:
Smoke?
The old Cowhand shakes his head, showing the rolled cigarette
Joe lit for him. Joe nods, still bemused.
INT. REMEMBERED BEDROOM - ANOTHER TIME
Little Joe is cuddled in Sally Buck's arms, under the covers,
watching Woodsy, sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked
except for his Stetson and guitar, singing drunkenly.
WOODSY:
From a high angle -- the bus slows to a stop.
INT. BUS - MORNING
Joe awakens, stiff-necked, momentarily confused. He
straightens in his seat as he sees the old Cowhand lifting a
sweat-stained saddle down from the overhead rack, starting
toward the front of the bus. Joe calls after him.
JOE:
Nice talking to you, old timer.
Joe stuffs a stick of gum in his mouth, turns to wave at the
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