EXT - A WILD WEST TOWN - DAY
THE SUN BEATS DOWN ON A DESERTED MAIN STREET. A TUMBLEWEED BLOWS THROUGH. A WIERD OLD MAN SITS IN THE SALOON DOORWAY. HE'S CARVING A PIECE OF WOOD WITH A SHARP KNIFE AND CHEWING SOMETHING. HE SPITS. THE DUST AT HIS FEET PUFFS UP IN A MINI CLOUD AND A DARK STAIN FORMS ON THE GROUND.
A DOOR CREAKS AND A MEAN LOOKING HOMBRE WALKS OUT AND TAKES UP A POSITION RIGHT IN THE CENTRE OF THE STREET AT ONE END.
ANOTHER DOOR CREAKS AND A SECOND FIGURE APPEARS AT THE OPPOSITE END OF THE STREET. HE'S WEARING A PONCHO AND HAS A SMALL CIGAR CLAMPED BETWEEN HIS TEETH.
MEAN GUY:
If'n it ain't mister goody two shoes. Come to see the sun for the last time my friend?
GOOD GUY:
Let's just see who's gonna see the sun for the last time amigo.
ANOTHER DOOR CREAKS AND A WOMAN WALKS INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. HALF-WAY BETWEEN THE TWO MEN.
AT THAT SECOND BOTH MEN DRAW THEIR GUNS AND FIRE. THEY BOTH HIT THE WOMAN WHO FALLS TO THE GROUND.
MEAN GUY:
Oh bums!
GOOD GUY:
Sheee yit!
BOTH MEN RUN TOWARDS THE WOMAN AND MEET IN THE MIDDLE. IT'S NO USE THE WOMAN'S GONE. A BELL TOLLS.
MEAN GUY:
Fancy a whisky?
GOOD GUY:
I don't think so amigo. I'm on a diet. No alcohol see? I've lost a stone and don't want to slide back. I'll just have a still water.
BOTH WALK TOWARDS THE SALOON AND PASS THE WIERD LOOKING MAN.
GOOD GUY:
And will you stop spitting for godness sake you filthy dirty little bastard.
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