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EXT - ROAD TO SILVERTON - DAY

OPEN ON:

TWO MEN ON HORSEBACK RIDING ALONG THE ROAD.

THE MAN ON 'BLACK MAMBA' AS HE CALLS IT IS WEBB BURNSIDE

(27).

THE SHORTER FELLOW ON THE GREY STALLION IS BILLY BROWN (35).

Webb
So uhh, why'd they call you Billy
Brown then?

Billy
Few years back I was in a saloon down
in Frenchman's Gulch you know the
place?

Webb
I do.

Billy
Well anyway I found myself in a back
room with a woman. And let me tell
you right now she had a face like a
baboons ass, her tits however, now
those things... good lord I guarantee
you've never seen a pair that fine.

Webb
Hell you don't know what I've seen
Brown, I met you last week damn'it.
Hah but one time I saw a woman with
three god damn titties I shit you
not.

Billy
The day you see a woman with three
titties is the day you might actually
beat me in a game of poker.

Bill lets out a little chuckle.

Webb
Hell, you know for a fact I just had
a run of shitty hands.

Billy
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2.

Haha! Yeah and those ''run of shitty

hands'' bought me a this fine pocket
watch.

Billy grabs the pocket watch with his right hand. The camera
focuses on a shiny new silver pocket watch ticking away.

Webb
Y'know for a supposed ''outlaw'' I've
seen you buy a helluva lot of things
this past week including that dumbass
pocket watch.

Billy
Every man must know the time my
friend. And plus I don't mind buying
shit when I'm using your money.

Billy looks over at Webb to his right and smirks.

Webb
You know I'd have every mind to put a
bullet between your eyes and take
that shitty-ass pocket watch for my
damn self and make my money back
selling that hunk a junk.

Both men look at each other and laugh about it.

They've only known each other for a week but the two men
clicked like a girl with tourette's.

Webb
Anyhow you were sayin' about your
name.

Billy
Ahh right, so as I was saying I was
in the back room with this whore and
out of fuckin' nowhere this bitch
just takes a fat shit all over my
damn lap.

Webb looks over at Bill seriously surprised buy what he just

heard.
Billy (Cont'd)
Then naturally I pushed that baboon
looking mother fucker off of my damn
lap as a feller from the old posse I
used to run with walked into the room
saw me with a stinking pile of this
whore's shit on my lap and the rest
is history...
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3.

Webb
Are you bein' fuckin' serious right
now? What kind of god damn animal
shits on man's lap out of left field.
Hell I suppose you're probably into
that kind of shit aintcha'.

Billy
Webb you concern me sometimes, of
course a goddamn whore didn't shit on
my lap. I'ma fuckin Mexican man born
and raised in South Dakota surrounded
by you white folk, how'd you think I
got the name Brown? Hell the
dumbasses thought they were getting
me but in reality they just gave me a
name cause I never knew my people
anyway.

Webb
Hell I never knew my folks either all
I knew as a child was sweeping floors
and cleaning up horse shit, until I
finally stole one of those horses
who's shit I'd been cleaning up my
whole damn life, and at 15 I fled
with nothing to my name but a horse a
pistol.

The two men finally made it to Silverton.

A small mining town in Colorado.

EXT - SILVERTON - DAY