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Production draft.
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01 janvier 1985

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"SILVERADO"

Screenplay by

Lawrence Kasdan and Mark Kasdan

PRODUCTION DRAFT

FADE IN:

INT. SHACK - DAY

Darkness. Quiet. The CAMERA MOVES through the gloom of the small, dirty, wooden hut, past a broken table, over a well- worn saddle lying on the floor. Now, a pair of boots standing empty by the rotting remains of a rough-hewn bunk, up to a holstered gun hung on the corner of the bed. The still shape of a man, a bedroll his only protection from the splintery planks. This is EMMETT, fast asleep.

The door of the shack bursts inward as a Gunman crashes in. For a moment he is silhouetted against the blinding morning light, his two six-guns blasting even before the door has bounced shut behind him, returning the hut to darkness.

Emmett's holster, the gun gone.

The gun is here in Emmett's hand, erupting now with three quick explosions. The intruder flies against the far wall of the hut and lands on the floor dead. From outside, two bullets pierce the plank wall behind Emmett, light streaming through in .45 calibre shafts.

Emmett is out of the bunk and on the floor. He fires once over the bunk. In the moment of quiet that follows, we hear running FOOTSTEPS outside the hut. Emmett follows their progress with the point of his gun, but holds his fire. Suddenly a shotgun blasts a large hole in the roof of the shack, and the table disintegrates in a new column of light.

Emmett glances upward, but quickly returns his attention to the side walls, trying to follow that gunman. Now more fire comes from there and more footsteps. Another shotgun blast showers Emmett with debris, but he ignores it, concentrating on the walls.

WHAT HE SEES. The Man Outside moves quickly past a crack in the wall, momentarily revealing his spot by blocking the light. Emmett fires once ahead of him, stopping his progress and forcing him back to the crack. Emmett fires his last shot there, and the man outside goes down hard.

The shotgun rips another jagged hole in the ceiling and blows a crater in the dirt by Emmett's foot. The shape of a man flashes across the new hole. Emmett looks across the room at the top bunk, where the barrel of his Winchester protrudes a few inches from the bare planks. Emmett throws his empty six- gun noisily into the far corner of the hut. Instantly the man on the roof blasts away in that direction.

Emmett dives for the bunk. With the tips of his fingers, he pulls hard on the muzzle. The Winchester flips full circle into the air as the bunk behind it is shredded from above.

With an odd kind of inevitability, as though seeking its rightful place, the Winchester arcs into a shaft of light, where it is met by Emmett's steady, waiting hands. Before it has even settled, he has cocked and fired twice through a hole in the roof. Emmett stops and lowers the carbine. The Man on the Roof falls spread-eagled through the weakened ceiling. Debris and sunlight shower his lifeless form.

Emmett listens, moves silently to the door, and opens it carefully. WE FOLLOW him outside, out into the bright sunlight, into the awesome promise of the American West.

EXT. SHACK - DAY

Emmett moves warily around the isolated shack. There are no more attackers. He looks off into the distance. Two riderless horses, galloping away, are the only moving things in the empty landscape. A third saddled horse, a pinto, stands nervously near Emmett's horse, which is tied to a stake.

Emmett walks to the body of the Man Outside and looks down at him. He doesn't know him. He moves to the pinto and calms it. He examines the distinctive brand on its flank, a circle with two wavy lines beneath it. Emmett is clearly mystified. He rests his arms on the saddle and stares after the retreating horses.

THE MAIN TITLE BEGINS.

EXT. EMMETT RIDES (VARIOUS SHOTS) - DAY/NIGHT

Emmett travels, the saddled pinto in tow. He moves from high mountain terrain down-country, through meadow and canyon. He makes night camp near a rushing stream. The land flattens as he approaches the desert. The sun beats at him as he dismounts at the edge of a white-hot plain. He takes a short pull from his canteen and squints off across the flat, empty space. All he can see ahead is blinding sand and blue sky.

THE MAIN TITLE ENDS.

EXT. DESERT (SERIES OF SHOTS) - DAY

Emmett is now surrounded by the white blankness, moving slowly under the broiling sun.

He stops his walking horses and squints out into the distance, seeing something. We see it too, but just barely: a distant, horizontal smudge on the glaring sand.

Emmett reaches the smudge. It is a man, barefoot and dressed only in longjohns, his head propped on a rock, eyes closed. The man's skin is burned red and beginning to blister, his lips parched. Yet there is a curious ease to his repose. If he has lain down here to die, he has done it in peace. This is PADEN.

Emmett lifts Paden's head and puts the canteen to his lips. Paden's eyes struggle to open in the glare. He takes a few sips of the water. His lips crack with a slight smile at the taste. He looks up at Emmett, takes another sip, and tries to speak. Emmett must lean down to hear his raspy whisper as he tries again.

PADEN

Pleased to meet you.

EXT. NIGHT CAMP - DESERT - NIGHT

The terrain here is more hospitable. Paden, wrapped snugly in a blanket, lies with his head against the saddle from the pinto. Emmett is preparing his bedroll across the fire.

EMMETT

Two of the horses ran off, but that pinto you're riding hung around.

PADEN

You got no idea what they were after?

Emmett shakes his head "no".

PADEN

Offend anybody lately?

EMMETT

Not for five years.

Paden understands.

PADEN

Jefferson City?

EMMETT

No, Leavenworth.

PADEN

I've never been in there. They just jumped you out of the blue?

EMMETT

I had to get up anyway.

PADEN

(smiles)

Me, I'm riding along, minding my own business. Four cowboys come by and we decide to ride together for a while, friendly as can be. I always figure you might as well approach life like everybody's your friend or nobody is... don't make much difference. We get out in the middle of that frying pan and suddenly everybody's pointing their gun but me. I guess they admired my horse. She's a great one, a sweet little bay.

EMMETT

Looks like that's not all they admired.

PADEN

Yup. The whole rig. I don't care much about the rest, but I surely will miss that bay. Least they didn't kill me. That was right considerate, I thought. They were laughing when they left me. Thought it was real funny. I walked for a little while but there was no use, so I gave it up. Figured it was just bad luck.

Emmett comes over and fills Paden's coffee cup.

EMMETT

Looks like those boys are headed south, so they weren't the same ones that jumped me. Which way you going?

PADEN

Where's the pinto going?

EMMETT

I gotta stop by Turley and meet a guy.

PADEN

Where's Turley?

EMMETT

South of here, past Chimayo.

PADEN

Maybe I'll go along as far as Chimayo. Get me some clothes. Maybe a bath.

EMMETT

Yeah, maybe a bath.

Emmett settles down at his saddle and pulls a blanket over himself. Paden glances at the rifle in its scabbard on the pinto's saddle by his head.

PADEN

Is this loaded?

Emmett nods and closes his eyes. Paden smiles at the implied trust and settles down himself.

EXT. APPROACHING CHIMAYO - DAY

Emmett and Paden, who is still clad only in longjohns, ride toward the low, adobe settlement of Chimayo.

EXT. ENTERING CHIMAYO - DAY

Emmett and Paden enter the town past a cluster of teepees. Three Cavalry troopers ride past them.

EXT. STREET - CHIMAYO - DAY

The little settlement is the center of civilization for miles around. The U. S. Cavalry maintains an outpost here, and there are many soldiers on the street. Emmett and Paden pull up to the general store. Paden dismounts and hands his reins to Emmett. Passersby look with curiosity at the undressed Paden.

EMMETT

I'll get these horses tended.

Paden nods and looks doubtfully at the store. He scratches himself. Emmett produces some money and flips Paden a coin. Paden nods.

PADEN

I'm good for it.

Emmett rides up the street, leading the pinto. Paden starts toward the store and nearly collides with a shocked woman, who covers the eyes of the little girl with her and crosses the street. Paden gives an apologetic tip to his non-existent hat as he watches them go. Before he can turn back to the store, his eye is caught by something up the street. He reacts big.

WHAT HE SEES. His horse, a good-looking bay. And, dawdling his way out of a saloon, a disreputable-looking Cowboy.

Paden's hand slaps his side, where his gun should be. He grimaces and looks around desperately, then hurries into the store.

INT. STORE - DAY

The lone CLERK is showing a woman customer a bolt of cloth at the back of the store. Paden hurries in and makes a bee- line to the display case holding handguns and ammo. He spots something he likes and taps the glass impatiently. The Clerk reacts with distaste to Paden's appearance.

PADEN

Excuse me, there --

CLERK

I'll be with you in a moment, sir.

Paden looks out the front window, up the street. The Cowboy is untying the bay's reins.

Paden, more agitated now, glances back at the Clerk, then moves around and opens the back of the display case. He extracts a shiny, new Colt .45. The Clerk reacts with alarm and moves toward Paden.

CLERK

Just a minute there, fella. When I'm done with this lady --

PADEN

I'll take this one.

He drops his coin on the case top.

CLERK

(looking at coin)

That one's twenty dollars.

Paden is frustrated. He leans to peer out the window again.

PADEN

How much to borrow it?

CLERK

These guns are for sale.

PADEN

(indicates his coin)

What can I get for that?

The Clerk gives up on putting him off and comes around the display case, disgruntled.

EXT. IN FRONT OF SALOON - DAY

The Cowboy mounts the bay.

INT. STORE - DAY

Paden holds a broken-down memory of a gun as though it were a cow chip.

PADEN

(resigned)

What's it take?

The Clerk holds up a box of shells.

CLERK

This is extra.

Paden snatches it from his grasp and heads out of the store.

PADEN

I'll be back.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Paden hurries out into the middle of the street. Several passersby stop to look at him. A teenage girl lets out a delighted shriek.

IN FRONT OF THE SALOON. The Cowboy has turned the bay into the middle of the street and now looks to see what all the fuss is about. When he makes out Paden standing alone, his expression changes.

Paden is having trouble extracting a shell from the ammo box. He glances up the street at the Cowboy and sees that he has been spotted. He shakes one shell loose and drops the box, trying to insert the bullet in the gun.

The Cowboy pulls his six-gun, leans forward, and spurs the bay hard toward Paden. He raises his gun and fires at Paden. There is general alarm in the street as the bystanders dive for cover.

Paden gets the shell loaded as the Cowboy bears down on him, firing. The bullets kick up the dust in front and back of Paden, who now raises his pistol slowly. A bullet tears through the floppy material at his crotch. The Cowboy is almost upon him when Paden fires. The Cowboy is knocked off the horse and hits the street dead.

OMIT

EXT. STREET - DAY

A big, tough Cavalry SERGEANT has been summoned by a TROOPER and now walks briskly toward --

A small crowd gathered around Paden, who is affectionately stroking his reacquired horse. Two troopers flank him suspiciously. The Sergeant glances at the body of the Cowboy, then pushes through the crowd and confronts Paden.

TROOPER

(indicating Paden)

This is the man, Sergeant. He claims the animal was stolen.

SERGEANT

How do I know this is your horse?

The bay nuzzles Paden.

PADEN

Can't you see this horse loves me?

SERGEANT

I had a gal do that to me, but that didn't make her my wife.

PADEN

I'll tell you what, on the underside of this saddle I got my name scratched. Take a look and you'll see.

SERGEANT

Oh, yeah, and what would your name be?

SHERIFF COBB (O.S.)

Paden.

The Sergeant and Paden both look to see COBB come through the crowd; he is an imposing man in a duster. Paden's reaction is deep and mixed, a whole chapter in his life coming back at him.

PADEN

(quietly)

Hello, Cobb.

SHERIFF COBB

Hello, Paden. How ya doing?

SERGEANT

You know this man, Cobb?

SHERIFF COBB

I surely do.

SERGEANT

(to troopers)

Let's see that saddle.

One of the troopers uncinches the saddle and flops it upside- down in the dust. "Paden" is scratched on the underside.

SERGEANT

(satisfied)

All right, move along, folks. Get these children out of here.

The crowd begins to break up. Paden and Cobb are left facing one another. Cobb takes in Paden's longjohns.

SHERIFF COBB

I see you're prospering without me.

PADEN

It's been a while.

SHERIFF COBB

Where's the dog?

Paden's look pierces Cobb, but he bends to pick up his saddle and when he straightens, there is a smile on his face.

OMIT

EXT. SIDEWALK - DAY

Cobb and Paden come out of the general store and start down the sidewalk. Paden is a little unsteady in a pair of cheap boots. A small pile of clothing is in his arms. On his head is a bad-looking new hat. He catches his reflection in a window and tries to give the hat a rakish tilt.

PADEN

Appreciate the loan. I'm good for it.

SHERIFF COBB

Let's talk about that. (a beat) I'm looking for some men.

PADEN

I've given that up.

SHERIFF COBB

So have I. I've got a legitimate job now. I can use a guy like you.

PADEN

(doubtful)

You've got a legitimate job.

SHERIFF COBB

Yes, sir. You wouldn't believe it.

PADEN

You're right.

Cobb stops and faces Paden.

SHERIFF COBB

This is mighty sweet, Paden. I think I finally found my place in the world.

PADEN

Well I'm real happy for you, Cobb. But I think I'll keep looking for mine.

KYLE, a tough associate of Cobb's, hurries up to them.

KYLE

(to Cobb)

He's getting out.

Kyle goes back up the street.

SHERIFF COBB

(smiling)

C'mon, this'll interest you.

Cobb moves off after Kyle. Paden watches a moment thoughtfully, then follows.

EXT. STOCKADE - DAY

Kyle is digging into a saddlebag on one of three saddled horses at the gate of the stockade. Trooper guards flank the entrance. Cobb comes up and stares at the gate. Paden reaches the end of the sidewalk and leans against a post, watching.

The heavy gate is opened and a jailkeep steps out into the sunlight; he looks back into the gloom. TYREE comes out, wearing civilian clothes, shackled hand and foot. He's mean.

The jailkeep unlocks Tyree's irons and steps back, a little too quickly. Tyree nods at Cobb and a smile slits his face. Kyle comes up and hands Tyree his holster. Tyree buckles it on and bends to tie it to his thigh.

SHERIFF COBB

Look who's here, Tyree. It's our old riding buddy.

Tyree looks up and straightens slowly at the sight of Paden. No love lost. Cobb, standing between them, grins and then laughs. He takes the reins of his horse from Kyle and swings up.

SHERIFF COBB

I invited Paden to join us, but he's not having any.

Kyle and Tyree mount up. Tyree looks down at the longjohned Paden with a sneer.

TYREE

(like a knife)

Where's the dog?

The three head out of the village, passing Paden.

SHERIFF COBB

(to Paden)

You owe me thirteen bucks.

Cobb spurs his horse and the three gallop away in the dust.

PADEN

(to himself)

Thirteen... bad luck.

EXT. RESTAURANT/SIDEWALK - DAY

Emmett and Paden come out of a restaurant. Paden is now bathed and fully dressed for the first time and he looks quite different, better. The old gun he purchased is stuck in his belt. Three horses -- Emmett's, the pinto, Paden's bay -- are tied to the post in the street.

Paden is fussing with his new, cheap hat. Emmett takes a close look at Paden's bay.

EMMETT

I see what you like, she's mighty pretty.

PADEN

And bridle-wise, too. She's the only thing I lost I really cared about. (he messes with his hat, disgruntled) 'Cept for maybe my hat. It's a great one. Got a pretty silver band on it. My head spent three years training it. (frowns at his new hat) I surely do miss that hat.

Emmett gives him an amused look; this sounds kind of familiar. Emmett unties his two horses.

EMMETT

I gotta be going.

PADEN

Going to Turley, was it?

EMMETT

(nods)

Gotta meet a guy and head out for Silverado.

Paden takes the excess reins of the bay and begins idly slapping them around the post, distracted. Emmett swings up to his horse.

PADEN

What's Turley like?

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