If They Move . . . Kill 'Em!

(The wild bunch in military uniforms rides into the town (San Rafael, Starbuck).

 

Children, including girls, throwing scorpions into an anthill.

 

An assembly of the temperance union.

 

Bounty hunters (Thornton) are lurking on the roof of a house.

 

Pastor: "Do not drink wine nor strong drink thou not thy sons with thee lest ye shall die."

 

"Look not thou upon the wine when it is read and when it brings his color in the cup, when moves itself aright at the last it bites like a serpent and stings like an adder."

 

Now folks ... that's from the Good Book but in this town it's five cent a glass. Five cents a glass. Does anyone really think that is the price of a drink? The price of a drink? Let him decide who has lost his courage and pride who lies a groveling heap of clay not far removed...

 

Soldier: All's quiet, sir

 

PIKE: Let's fall in. Follow me. (Running into an old woman) I beg your pardon, Madam.

 

Madam: I'm so sorry.

 

DUTCH: (smiling) Allow me Madam.

 

Madam: Thank you.

 

PIKE: (offers her his arm) May I.

 

Madam: Thank you.

 

(Cut to the Bounty hunters on the roof of a building):

 

Harrigan: Thornton, wake up. Soldiers. Take a look

 

(Inside the bank office):

 

Old employee: I don't care what you meant to do, it's what you did I don't like. You inconvenienced this lady, and made a fool of yourself and this railroad. Now I want you to apologize to this ...

 

(wild bunch entering the bank office)

 

Yes, can I help you?

 

PIKE: If they move kill them.

 

 

 

 

Personal note: Zoran B. Petrovic, my father.

Done