Unforgiven Page #4

ALICE:

(passionately)

Just because them smelly a**holes

like to ride us like horses don't

mean we got to let 'em brand us like

we're horses. Maybe we ain't nothin'

but whores, but by God we ain't

horses.

Silky is thinking it over, frowning, and then she makes her

decision.

SILKY:

(to Alice)

I got a hundred an' twelve dollars.

That's everythin'.

ALICE:

What about you, Faith?

FAITH:

(reluctantly)

Two hundred...

(there are gasps)

Two hundred an' forty.

ALICE:

(laughing)

Jesus, Faith, what you been doin',

givin' Skinny somethin' special?

All the women laugh and Delilah through her bandages makes a

gurgling sound and Little Sue's eyes light up.

LITTLE SUE:

(indicating Delilah)

She laughed.

ALICE:

With what Kate got, Silky got some,

an' mine, an' Little S...

SILKY:

(soberly)

It ain't enough.

ALICE:

(determined)

Not yet maybe.

EXT. HOG PEN - DAY

The hog in the mud, snorting and squealing, ugly as hell and

BILL MUNNY in the mud with him, pushing and shoving, trying

to move the stubborn animal and Munny goes down face first

and comes up more covered with mud than he already was and

the words on the screen say,

WRITTEN WORDS (SUPER)

Some months later, Hodgeman County,

Kansas.

Munny is thirty-five or forty years old, his hair is thinning

and his moustache droops glumly over his stubbled jaw. If it

were not for his eyes he would look like any pig farmer with

his canvas overalls tucked in his boots pushing on a hog. He

is pushing on the hog again, grunting with the effort, when

he hears the voice.

THE KID'S VOICE (O.S.)

You don't look like no rootin',

tootin', sonofabitchin', cold-blooded

assassin.

MUNNY:

(looking up, startled)

Huh?

THE KID is only six feet away, the sun behind him, sitting

on a very big and very ancient Morgan horse. He's wearing a

wide-brimmed Texas hat, a vest, a holstered pistol, and he

is a wiry kid, maybe twenty years old, with scraggly blonde

hair, four of his upper front teeth missing, and a funny,

squinty way of looking out of his watery blue eyes. Most of

all, he doesn't look very prosperous.

THE KID:

I seen how you got only three fingers

on your left hand, though, so I guess

you're calling yourself Mister Bill

Munny.

Munny does indeed have three fingers on his left hand and he

doesn't like this conversation at all.

MUNNY:

William Munny, yeah.

THE KID:

Same one as shot Charlie Pepper in

Lake County?

A VOICE:

Paw! Hey, Paw!

The voice belongs to WILL, a skinny ten-year-old who dashes

up with his seven-year-old sister, PENNY, right on his heels.

The kids are ragged and dirty, they don't look well fed or

even very healthy. Even as Will speaks to his father, Munny,

his eyes, and Penny's too, go to The Kid.

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