A SENSE OF YUMA

     FADE IN:

 1   EXT. DESERT -- DAY                                             1   

     A sign:  YUMA, ARIZONA TERRITORY.  POP.  1,247

     A moment, then--

     SPANG!  A GUNSHOT blasts through the T in "Territory."  And 
     a second later--

     WYLIE streaks past.  He's scrawny and scraggly and unshaven 
     and, at this moment, stark naked, apart from a battered old 
     Stetson he's holding clamped over his personals.  He's running 
     for his life across the hot, rocky sand, chased by--

     A dozen DANCE HALL GIRLS, ranging from first-bloom-of-youth 
     to slightly-overripe, of various sizes and shades, but all 
     wearing velvet and lace and not much of either.  They whoop 
     and shriek as they chase Wylie.  In the lead is MADAME 
     BOUMTIER, full-figured and fortyish; she's the one with the 
     gun, a huge old Colt hogsleg, which she's firing into the 
     air. 

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     FROM A DISTANCE, AND SLIGHTLY ABOVE

     Wylie and the mob race off into the desert.

                           JUDGE DUKE (O.S.)
               Now, see?  Ain't that exactly what I 
               been talkin' about?

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 2   INT. COURTHOUSE / COUNCIL CHAMBER -- CONTINUOUS                2   

     Reveal:

     We're in the Council Chamber of Yuma, Arizona Territory, c. 
     1876.  And we're there with the City Council-- half a dozen 
     prosperous, middle-aged men, all with cigars.  

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Things is just got completely outta                    *
               hand.                                                  *

     Take a look at JUDGE JUDGE DUKE:  not a big man, but the         *
     kind of guy who fills up a room with energy and personality.     *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     The best-dressed man in the room is SNELLBORN-- a dude, a 
     little of the old maid.

                           SNELLBORN                                  *
               Oh, really, it's not like they're 
               going to kill him.

                           ESKERLUS                                   *
               They just like to chase him.  They                     *
               don't even wanna catch him.                            *

                           JUDGE DUKE
               I ain't just talkin' about him!  I'm                   *
               talkin' about the whole town!                          *

                           ESKERLUS
               Look, Duke--

     Judge Duke shoots him a look.  ESKERLUS is a raspy older 
     guy, around 60.

                           ESKERLUS (CONT'D)
               Judge Judge Duke.  Folks like things 
               the way they is.  Free 'n' easy like.  
               Right, Doc?

     DOCTOR DOCTOR CONKLIN is a squeaky little man with spectacles 
     and no chin. 

                           DOCTOR CONKLIN
               You know what they say-- if it ain't 
               broke... 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Ain't broke, huh?  How many weddings 
               you perform this year, Parson?

     PARSON BRIDGER is a cadaverous giant with a basset-hound 
     face and a sonorous, ecclesiastical voice.

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               Tied for all time with the blessed                     *
               knot of holy matrimony--                               *

                           JUDGE DUKE
               How many?

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               None.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               You see?  Why buy the cow when milk 
               is free?

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           DOCTOR CONKLIN
                    (Nudging Snellborn)
               Why buy milk when water's free?

                           ESKERLUS
               Whaddaya mean, free?  You got to dig 
               a well for water.

                           DOCTOR CONKLIN
               No, no, what I was saying was--

     A glance from Judge Duke silences him. 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               If you can live in sin, and nobody 
               raises an eyebrow, why get married? 

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               Can't say as I miss them.

                           JUDGE DUKE
                    (Distracted)
               What?

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               Weddings.  No challenge, weddings.  
               No call for oratory.  "Dearly 
               beloved... do you take... I now 
               pronounce... kiss the bride..." No 
               scope for a man's skills, weddings.  
               Now, a funeral, on the other hand.
                    (Warming to his subject)
               I'll take a good funeral any day of 
               the week.  I've always thought--

                           JUDGE DUKE
               You almost done?  'Cause, if you 
               ain't, we can all just come back 
               later.
                    (To the group)
               Question is, what're we gonna do 
               'bout this here situation?

     He glares around the table as we-- 

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 3   EXT. COURTHOUSE -- DAY                                         3   

     SHAKY BILL staggers down the street towards the Courthouse-- 
     Bill is the town drunk-- a study in scruffiness.  Still, he 
     has a certain sense of humor and even some dignity.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     HIS POV:

     The Courthouse.  Except it's been converted to other functions-- 
     a makeshift red banner reading "SALOON" almost conceals the 
     words "YUMA COURTHOUSE." Honky tonk music rolls out onto the 
     street; close to rolling out are the GIRLS advertising 
     themselves in the upstairs windows.

                           GIRL 1
               Hey, Bill!  Shaky Bill!

                           GIRL 2
               How you doin', lover man?

                           GIRL 1
               Come on up, Bill-- on the house!

     Shaky Bill nods and waves, acknowledging them-- but he's got 
     other business on his mind.  He stumbles up the courthouse 
     steps and into--

 4   INT. COURTHOUSE / LOBBY -- CONTINUOUS                          4   

     --which has been converted into a saloon.  FRITZ, the red-
     headed, slightly dandyish pianist bangs out loud barrel-house 
     piano-- when he spots Shaky Bill, he shifts into an uptempo 
     "How Dry I Am."  Shaky Bill nods in acknowledgement but keeps 
     moving to the bar.  He has an English accent but slurs his 
     words.  He draws himself up to his full height and tries to 
     focus on the huge, hairy BARTENDER, who's busy polishing 
     glasses.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Excuse me, old fellow--

                           BARTENDER
               No.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Now, really, such a small request--

                           BARTENDER
               No.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Just a taste, something to settle 
               the nerves and tide me over.

                           BARTENDER
               You want a drink?  
                    (Wicked grin)
               Give us a tune.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           SHAKY BILL
               Oh, now, really, old fellow--

     The crowd has picked up on this-- ad lib cries of "Play for 
     us, Shaky Bill!"  A lot of laughter.  Fritz gets up from the 
     piano stool, makes a grand gesture for Shaky Bill to sit.  
     Reluctantly, Shaky Bill lowers himself onto the stool and 
     faces the piano.

                           SHAKY BILL (CONT'D)
               I haven't practiced in some time--

     Gales of LAUGHTER from the crowd.

                           SHAKY BILL (CONT'D)
               Well, what would you like to hear?

                           BARTENDER
               What about some Chow-Pan?

     More laughter.  Shaky Bill faces the keyboard uncertainly.  
     CRACKS his knuckles magnificently.  Poises his hands above 
     the keyboard-- Everything he does provokes new laughter from 
     the crowd.

     His hands swoop down on the keys, and he plays--

     Perfectly.

     A Chopin nocturne.  The room goes silent, except for the 
     piano, which is suddenly in perfect tune.

     Close on Shaky Bill-- he still looks like a scruffy drunk.

     Reveal-- the crowd-- lost in the music.  One by one, breaking 
     into tears.  The GIRLS collapse onto each other.

     Shaky Bill ends with a flourish.  The room is silent except 
     for weeping.  Shaky Bill stumbles to the bar.  The huge 
     Bartender, sobbing, pours him a drink, pushes it towards 
     him.

                           BARTENDER (CONT'D)
               Here--

     Shaky Bill takes the bottle from his unresisting hand.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Thankee.

                                                          CUT TO:

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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 5   EXT. COURTHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER                               5   

     Shaky Bill comes out onto the courthouse steps, takes a long 
     pull on the bottle, belches hugely, and addresses us directly.

                           SHAKY BILL
               So, this is Yuma, Arizona Territory.

     As he talks, he walks around to the back of the courthouse.

                           SHAKY BILL (CONT'D)
               Second largest city in the territory.  
               Population approximately 1,200.

     He carfully tucks the bottle into his pants and starts to 
     climb a tree near the courthouse's back wall.

                           SHAKY BILL (CONT'D)
                    (Climbing)
               Eleven saloons, nine general stores, 
               one drug store, one barber shop, two 
               harness shops, one machine shop; 
               three smithys and wagon shops, one 
               livery stable, two hotels, one 
               newspaper, four lawyers, two doctors, 
               two notaries and--

     He's now at the level of the second-floor window and gestures 
     for us to look through it.

                           SHAKY BILL (CONT'D)
               One district judge.

     His POV: Through the window, the Council Chamber we were in 
     before.

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 6   INT. COURTHOUSE / COUNCIL CHAMBER -- DAY                       6   

     As before.  Judge Duke is glaring around the table.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Something's gotta be done about this 
               situation!

                           ESKERLUS
               What situation? 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               This situation!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ESKERLUS
               There ain't no situation!

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Decent folk's afraid to come here!

                           ESKERLUS
               Well, who needs 'em? 

                           SNELLBORN
               He has a point, Judge.  The town is 
               doing quite well.
                    (Off Judge Duke's 
                    glare; faltering)
               Isn't it?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               You tell me, Snellborn.  Folks move 
               in, they borrow money from your 
               bank...
                    (To Eskerlus)
               Spend it on food at your store...
                    (To Doctor Conklin)
               Which'll make 'em sick enough to go 
               to Doc Conklin...
                    (To Parson Bridger)
               And when the Doc kills 'em, the Parson 
               here buries 'em.
                    (Beat)
               But if you don't want none of that...

                           SNELLBORN
                    (Beat)
               All right, suppose we do have a 
               problem...

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               What, I ask, I beseech, what are we 
               intended to do?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               We got to exercise some moral 
               authority, that's what!

                           DOCTOR CONKLIN
                    (Beat)
               Us?

     The door opens-- Madame Boumtier sticks her head in, a little 
     out of breath.

                           MADAME BOUMTIER
               They're not gonna stay hot forever.                    *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
                    (Sighs)
               Meeting recessed to the courtroom.                     *

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 7   INT. COURTHOUSE / COURT ROOM -- MINUTES LATER                  7   

     A grand old court room, with five copper hip-baths set up in 
     front of the judge's bench.  Judge Duke and the four 
     Councilmen are in the steaming tubs, still smoking their 
     cigars, each being scrubbed by a girl.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               I'm not sayin' we want to be like 
               Utah or some place.  I'm just sayin' 
               we need to rein things in a little.

                           ESKERLUS
               And how we gonna do that?

                           DOCTOR CONKLIN
               People'd just laugh at us.

                           PARSON BRIDGER
                    (Intoning)
               "Do as I say, not as I do."

                           SNELLBORN
               None of us have--
                    (To girl)
               --Oooh, that tickles-- moral 
               authority.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Yeah.
                    (Chewing on his cigar)
               What we need's-- 
                    (Shouts)
               Bailiffs!

     The side door to the Judge's chambers crashes open-- ELBOW 
     KNEE and KNEE KNEE, two disreputable twin bailiffs, are both 
     in such a hurry to be the first one in that they get wedged 
     in.  They try to free themselves but give it up.

                    ELBOW
          Yeah, Judge Duke?

                                                  KNEE
                                        Whaddaya want, Judge Duke? 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               More hot water!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                    ELBOW
          You got it, Judge 
          Duke!

                                                  KNEE
                                        Anything you say, Judge 
                                        Duke! 

     They squeeze back out the way they came, closing the door--

                           ELBOW
               Why'ncha let me go first?

                           KNEE
               I'm the oldest!

     The door closes. 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               If we can't lay down the law 
               ourselves, we got to find us a front 
               man.

                           DOCTOR CONKLIN
               A which? 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               A front man.  Put somebody in charge 
               for a while,  Somebody they'll take 
               serious.

                           ESKERLUS
               Lemme get this straight-- you wanna 
               hand over the town--

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Just for a while.  A few weeks, a 
               couple of months.  Just to put a lid 
               on.

                           ESKERLUS
               It'll never work.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               It'll work.  All we need's the right 
               guy. 

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               Someone of unquestioned moral fiber.                   *

                           SNELLBORN
               Who isn't afraid to make enemies.

                           ESKERLUS
               Somebody with a real stick up his 
               ass!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     A long beat, then--

                           ALL FIVE - SIMULTANEOUS
               Angel!

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 8   EXT. COURTHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS                                  8   

     Shaky Bill is climbing down out of his tree.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Once the decision was made, there 
               was clearly only one man for the job--

     The Courthouse window is thrown open by the naked, dripping 
     Judge Duke.  He flips Bill a coin.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Shaky Bill-- go fetch Deputy Owens 
               from the jail.

                           SHAKY BILL
                    (Bowing)
               I shall do so posthaste.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               No, do it now!

     He slams the window shut.

                           SHAKY BILL
                    (to us)
               Deputy Angel Owens isn't exactly the 
               busiest man in town--

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 9   INT. JAIL -- DAY                                               9   

     A row of cells--empty.

     A set of keys-- cobwebbed.

     A desk-- dusty.

     A man-- glowering.

     DEPUTY ANGEL OWENS is about 30, very good looking, in a very 
     bad mood.  He's sitting backwards on a wooden chair, chin 
     propped on his crossed arms, glaring at the empty cells.  
     His clothes are clean and pressed, his boots gleam, his hair 
     is barbered and brushed.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     He looks like an 1876 GQ model, except he hates his life so 
     much that it comes out through his pores.  

     There's a POUNDING on the door.  It opens to reveal:

     Shaky Bill.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Deputy!  Judge Duke wants you!

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10   EXT. YUMA MAIN STREET -- MOMENTS LATER                        10   

     Shaky Bill struggles to keep up with Angel's long strides.

                           SHAKY BILL
               He didn't say, he just tol' me to 
               fetch you.  "Go fetch Deputy Owens," 
               that's what--

                           ANGEL
               It's bad news.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Why d'yuh say that?                                    *

                           ANGEL
               Because it's never good news.

     They pass a yard just as a tall woman, MARY ANNE FREDERICK, 
     straightens up from tending her neat garden.  As she stares,     *
     her eyes meet Angel's-- he instantly turns away, cold.  Mary     *
     Anne looks after him-- deep sadness and longing.                 *

                           SHAKY BILL
                    (To us-- sotto voce)                              *
               There's a little history here-- you'll 
               find out about-- hey!

     A BANG and his hat flies from his head-- shot off.  Angel 
     and Shaky Bill turn to see--

     Down an alley-- 

     CLAUDE O'BRIEN, 20, good-looking but a little dissolute,         *
     with the adorable, giggly and pregnant LUCY CARR.  And LUCIUS,   *
     a greasy kid, about 22, with JEAN-MARIE, one of the dance 
     hall girls.  Claude's got the gun.

                           CLAUDE
               Sorry, Deputy.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Angel approaches.

                           ANGEL
               You just discharged a firearm within 
               city limits.

                           CLAUDE
               Well, I'm real sorry about that, 
               Deputy.  It just went off unexpected-
               like.
                    (Re Lucy's belly)
               I been havin' that problem a lot.

     Angel turns even grimmer.

                           ANGEL
               Give me the gun.

                           LUCIUS
               Now, Deputy, you got no cause to--

                           ANGEL
                    (Ignoring Lucius)
               I said, give me the gun.

                           CLAUDE
               Now, Deputy, I just got this here 
               gun-- it's an engagement present.  
               Me'n Lucy're gettin' married.

     The wrong thing to say to Angel.  He takes a step closer as--

     Behind him, Lucius picks up a two-by-four.  He swings--

     Angel's POV: A sudden shift in Lucius' shadow on the ground.

     Angel drops-- the two-by-four whooshes over his head--

     And-- CRACK!-- right into Claude's face.  The gun goes flying--

     Angel plucks it out of the air.

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11   EXT. COURT HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER                             11   

     Angel strides down the street, the unconscious Claude slung 
     over his shoulder, dragging a badly-battered Lucius behind 
     him.  Shaky Bill trots to keep up.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           SHAKY BILL
                    (To us)
               So, you see, Angel had nothin' 
               missin', least when it come to nerve.  
               But that don't mean he--

                           GIRL 1 (O.S.)
               Yoo-hoo!  Angel! 

     Angel takes in the Courthouse with supreme disgust.              *

     HIS POV

     Girls are still hanging out the windows.  They've spotted 
     Angel--  

                           GIRL 1 (CONT'D)
               Angel!

                           GIRL 2
               Deputy!  Come on up and show us your 
               big star!

                           GIRL 3
               Can I put my finger on your trigger? 

     The girls laugh and giggle.  Angel's scowl deepens; he 
     pretends not to notice them as he makes his way in, still 
     carrying his prisoners. 

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12   INT. COURT HOUSE / LOBBY -- CONTINUOUS                        12   

     Angel pushes through the still-sobbing crowd-- Angel registers 
     that they're crying, but doesn't give it more than a puzzled 
     look before--

     Elbow and Knee swing the massive courtroom doors open and 
     close them again behind Angel.  

                                                          CUT TO:     *

13   INT. COURT HOUSE / COURT ROOM -- CONTINUOUS                   13   

     Angel enters the courtroom.  He dumps Lucius and Claude on       *
     the floor.

     The bath tubs are gone.  Judge Judge Duke is at his high 
     bench, in his robes, flanked by the Councilmen.  He looks 
     like what he is-- an important territorial judge.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           JUDGE DUKE
               Deputy Owens!  Come in!  Have a seat!

                           ANGEL
               I have a couple prisoners.  Unlawful 
               discharge of a firearm within town 
               limits and assaulting an officer of 
               the law.

     A GIRL enters from Judge Duke's chambers, with a bottle of 
     whiskey and some glasses on a tray.  She starts to serve the 
     councilmen.

                           ESKERLUS
               Don't look like they did much of the 
               assaultin'.

                           ANGEL
               I want a trial. 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Deputy, we got bigger fish to fry 
               today.  Bailiffs!

     The Froths appear.

                           JUDGE DUKE (CONT'D)
               Would you, ah--

     They each grab one of the prisoners and drag them out.  
     Angel's frown deepens.

                           ANGEL
               You're just going to release them?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Like I said, we got bigger fish to 
               fry.  Whiskey?

                           ANGEL
               I don't drink.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Cigar?

                           ANGEL
               I don't smoke.

     Judge Duke and the Girl exchange a look-- she shakes her 
     head slightly-- Angel doesn't do that, either.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               So-- how's things at the jail?

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ANGEL
               Quiet.

                           JUDGE DUKE
                    (Lighting a cigar)
               Hm?

                           ANGEL
               Every time I arrest somebody, you 
               order him released.  I don't know                      *
               why you need a deputy if you won't 
               let me--

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Yes, well--
                    (Puffing on the cigar)
               That's what I wanted to talk to you 
               about.  How'd you like a new job?

                           ANGEL
                    (Suspicious)
               What job?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               My job.

                           ANGEL
               Your job?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Territorial Judge.  I'm goin' out of 
               town for a few weeks, maybe a few 
               months.  And I need--

                           ANGEL
               Why?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               What why?

                           ANGEL
               Why are you leaving town?

                           JUDGE DUKE
                    (Unprepared for the 
                    question)
               Uh--

                           DOCTOR CONKLIN
                    (Chiming in)
               He's going to a convention.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           JUDGE DUKE
               That's right-- a Territorial Judge's 
               Convention.  And while I'm gone--

                           ANGEL
               A convention?  For months?  Where's 
               it being held?

     Judge Duke is stumped.  But Eskerlus jumps in.

                           ESKERLUS
               Poland!  That ain't the point.  The 
               point is, you want the job or 
               don'tcha?

                           ANGEL
               What job?  
                    (To Judge Duke)
               You never enforce the laws, you let 
               'em turn the courthouse into a 
               whorehouse--

                           SNELLBORN
               Now, Deputy, you know that's only 
               until they rebuild the dance hall.

                           ANGEL
               Licentiousness and lasciviousness 
               have been allowed to run rampant, 
               priapic prurience flourishes like a 
               weed, everywhere you look, decency 
               is affronted!  This town doesn't 
               need a judge, it needs a zookeeper.

     The councilmen and Judge Duke exchange a look-- they've got 
     the right man.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Son, I don't believe in telling a 
               man how to do his job.  If you're 
               sittin' up here, you get to enforce 
               the law any way you see fit.

     A pause:  Angel can sense a trap but can't see it.

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Arrest people?                                         *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               Yup.                                                   *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Fine 'em?                                              *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               You betcha.                                            *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Send 'em to jail?                                      *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               Absolutely.                                            *

                           ANGEL
               What's the catch?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               No catch, son.  Now, is you in or is 
               you out?

     Off Angel's suspicious face--

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14   INT. TRAIN -- DAY                                             14   

     Through the window: a crowd of well-wishers, waving signs-- 
     "So Long, Judge Duke," "Have Fun in Poland," etc.

     Judge Duke settles into a seat.  Eskerlus  has come on board.

                           ESKERLUS
               I wish I knew why this is a lousy 
               idea.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               It's a great idea.  Couple weeks of                    *
               Angel, I'll come back, ease things                     *
               up a little bit-- everybody's happy.                   *

                           ESKERLUS
                    (Unconvinced)
               Yeah.

                           CONDUCTOR (O.S.)
               All aboaaard!

                           JUDGE DUKE
               What's the first case?                                 *

                           ESKERLUS
               The O'Brien kid knocked up his                         *
               girlfriend.

     The train starts to move.  Neither man notices. 

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           JUDGE DUKE
               That should be good for, oh, ten 
               bucks and three days in jail. 

                           ESKERLUS
               I thought you wanted to get tough?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Okay, make it twenty bucks and a 
               week. 

                           ESKERLUS
               I'll pass it on to Angel.  I just 
               can't shake the feelin' that 
               something's wrong.

     His POV-- scenery sliding by as the train picks up speed.

                           ESKERLUS (CONT'D)
               Well, hell! 

     He rushes toward the exit.

15   INT. TRAIN / REAR PLATFORM -- MOMENTS LATER                   15   

     Eskerlus bursts out onto the rear platform.  The train's 
     moving at a fast clip-- he readies for a spring-- almost         *
     jumps off-- loses his nerve-- looks around frantically for 
     an answer--  

     His POV:

     A haywagon, parked beside the tracks, a little below the 
     level of the train.

     Eskerlus times his jump--                                        *

     Leaps-- 

     Lands perfectly in the wagon.  A sigh of relief, but--

     His momentum causes the wagon to move slightly forward--

     Just enough to get over a small rise.  The wagon starts to 
     roll down the hill.  Eskerlus feels the motion, he struggles 
     up, takes a look--

     The road ahead winds down a steep hillside-- on the left it 
     drops away into a ravine.

     Eskerlus SHRIEKS.  The wagon picks up speed.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 19
     7-16-00                                                     


     Eskerlus clings on for dear life.  Ahead-- the road takes a 
     sharp turn-- the wagon will never make it.

     But-- close on a dead tree sticking up out of the ravine, 
     right before the turn.  A branch hangs out over the road.

     Eskerlus gets to his feet as the hay wagon careens down the 
     road.  He leaps--

     Grabs the branch, pulls himself up--

     The haywagon flies away under him, off the road, crashing 
     out of sight, a long way below.  Eskerlus sighs with relief 
     as--

     CRACK!

     The dead tree starts to pull free under his weight--

     The trunk comes up in a tangle of roots--

     Eskerlus YELPS as--

     The tree pivots as the roots tear loose, carrying Eskerlus 
     down and 180° around, finally dropping him down out of sight 
     into-- 

     The ravine.  He falls for a long time, CRASHING and YELPING 
     the whole way.

                                                          CUT TO:

16   INT. TRAIN -- CONTINUOUS                                      16   

     Judge Duke takes a deep puff on his cigar.  The Conductor        *
     comes down the aisle.                                            *

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Hey, Conductor-- what's the first 
               stop?

                           CONDUCTOR
               Blythe.  Forty-five minutes.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Wake me when we get there.

     He stubs out his cigar in the seatside ashtray, settles down     *
     with his hat over his eyes.

     A hand sneaks out between the seats from behind, snags the 
     cigar.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 20
     7-16-00                                                     


     Reveal-- Shaky Bill, lighting up the discarded cigar.

                           SHAKY BILL
               So--
                    (Puffing)
               The plan was afoot, and by the very 
               next day, there were big changes in 
               Yuma. 

                                                          CUT TO:

17   EXT. COURT HOUSE -- DAY                                       17   

     The court house has been considerably cleaned up. Fritz and 
     Madame Boumtier, decently dressed, wrestle the piano down 
     the front steps.  A crowd streaming in-- a party atmosphere.

                                                          CUT TO:

18   INT. COURT HOUSE / COURT ROOM -- DAY                          18   

     An amused crowd, including a battered Eskerlus and the other     *
     Councilmen, young louts and dance hall girls.  Angle on:         *
     Claude, with Lucy on his lap, and, next to him, Lucius with 
     Jean-Marie on his lap.

     Close on-- Claude's fingers, interlaced over Lucy's pregnant 
     belly.  He nuzzles her neck and she playfully shoos him away. 

     The two Bailiffs, ELBOW and KNEE, are running things.  Elbow     *
     leaps to his feet.                                               *

                    ELBOW
          All rise fer the 
          honorable Actin' 
          Judge Angel Owens!

                                                  KNEE
                                        All rise!  All rise for 
                                        Judge Owens!  All rise!

     Angel enters through a door near the bench.  His black judge's   *
     robes give him enormous dark dignity.  He takes his seat at 
     the bench, lost in the moment.  He runs his fingers down the 
     lapels, and along the smooth wood of the bench.

     ANGLE ON

     The crowd.  Here for the show.

     ANGLE ON

     Angel.  He's got the gavel, turning it over in his hands.  
     He raps it once, sharply.  

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 21
     7-16-00                                                     


                           ELBOW
               District court 'a' Yuma, territory 
               of Arizona--

                           KNEE
               Court is now in session.

                           ELBOW
               Amen!

     Knee glares at him. 

                           ANGEL
               First case?

                           KNEE
               Claude O'Brien, yer honor.  Callin' 
               Claude O'Brien!

     ANGLE ON

     The crowd-- Lucy slips off Claude's lap and he's helped up 
     by his friends.   He's smirking and slightly drunk.  He makes 
     his way to the well of the court, grins around the room.

                           ANGEL
               Charge?

                           ELBOW
               Shacking up, yer honor.  
                    (A sharp glance from 
                    Angel)
               Co-habituation.

                           ANGEL
               Yes...

     HIS POV--

     Julie, giggling, embarrassed but enjoying the attention.  

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               We know.
                    (To Claude)
               So-- have you had relations with 
               this woman?

                           CLAUDE
               Relations?
                    (Big joke)
               We're gonna have a kid!  That's a 
               relation.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 22
     7-16-00                                                     


     This gets a laugh.  Angel looks around the courtroom-- he's 
     not amused.

                           ANGEL
               You're not married to this woman.

                           CLAUDE
               We ain't got 'round to it yet.  But 
               we's engaged.

                           ANGEL
               Engaged.  Not married.  But you've 
               been... sleeping with her?

                           CLAUDE
                    (Playing dumb)
               Sleep?

     Another laugh.  Angel is starting to feel like he's being 
     made a fool of.

                           ANGEL
               I'm talking about...
                    (Tries to think of a 
                    way to say it)
               ...Intercourse.

                           CLAUDE
               Inner-what?

                           ANGEL
               Intercourse!  Sexual intercourse!

                           CLAUDE
                    (Big show of thinking)
               Um... you mean--

     He makes the universal hip-and-knees movement for sex.

                           ANGEL
                    (Tight-lipped)
               Yes.

     More laughter.  Angel bangs his gavel-- the laughter 
     continues.  He's getting angry.

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               Did you?

                           CLAUDE
               Hell, yes!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 23
     7-16-00                                                     


     A big laugh. Eskerlus is enjoying it as much as anyone.  
     Angel is furious-- he bangs his gavel, but Eskerlus silences 
     the crowd with a gesture.

                           ESKERLUS
               Yer honor-- cases like this, Judge 
               Duke thinks a twenty buck fine's 
               about right.

                           ANGEL
               Does he?

     There's something about his face and voice that worries 
     Eskerlus.

                           ESKERLUS
               'Course...  You might go as high 
               as... fifty?

                           CLAUDE
               Fifty!  

                           ANGEL
               Oh, I might go a bit higher.

     ANGLE ON

     Lucius, bouncing Jean-Marie on his knee.

                           LUCIUS
               You in fer it now, Claude!

     Another big laugh.  Angel waits for it to die down.

                           ANGEL
               Claude O'Brian, I find you in 
               violation not only of the laws of 
               this territory, but, more important, 
               the laws of God.  For it is written, 
               "They shall marry and give in                          *
               marriage."  Isn't that right, Parson?

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               Well, yes, technically, but--                          *

                           ANGEL
                    (Ignoring him)
               And yet, you stand here, confessing 
               an illicit relationship with this 
               woman.

                           CLAUDE
               Confessin'?  Hell, I'm braggin'!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 24
     7-16-00                                                     


     He expects a laugh, but he doesn't get one.  He's the only 
     one in the room who hasn't picked up on Angel's icy mood.

                           CLAUDE (CONT'D)
               What?

                           ANGEL
               By the power vested in me by the 
               Territory of Arizona, I sentence 
               you, Claude O'Reilly, to be taken 
               away to a place of imprisonment and 
               thereupon to be hanged by the neck 
               until you are dead.

     A long, silent beat.

                           CLAUDE
               Huh?

     Pandemonium-- screaming and shouting from the crowd, Julie 
     faints, the two Bailiffs grab Claude to hustle him out of 
     the room.  Lucius runs to his side as he's hauled out.

                           CLAUDE (CONT'D)
               Lucius!  Go tell my sister!  Tell 
               Izzy!

     He's dragged out of sight.

     Angel surveys the chaos serenely.  Tiny Dr. Doctor Conklin       *
     wiggles his way to the bench.                                    *

                           DOCTOR CONKLIN                             *
               It's supposed to be a ten-dollar 
               fine!                                                  *

                           ANGEL
               The law's like a scarecrow, 
               Councilman.  It's no good when it 
               stops frightening the birds.
                    (He BANGS the gavel)
               Court adjourned.

     He sweeps through the rear door in a billow of black robes.      *

     Eskerlus and the other Councilmen are aghast.  Eskerlus gives    *
     them a disgusted look and exits through the same door Angel      *
     used.                                                            *

                                                          CUT TO:     *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 25
     7-16-00                                                     


19   INT. COURT HOUSE / ANGEL'S CHAMBERS -- CONTINUOUS                *19   

     Angel is hanging up his robe as Eskerlus bangs the door shut     *
     behind him.                                                      *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               I believe it's customary to knock.                     *

                           ESKERLUS                                   *
               Listen here, you!  Where d'ya get                      *
               off stretchin' a man's neck for for                    *
               a little rumpty-pumpty?                                *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               That "little rumpty-pumpty" is a                       *
               flaunting of the laws of man and                       *
               God.                                                   *

                           ESKERLUS                                   *
               You execute every "flaunter," that'll                  *
               knock off ninety percent of town!                      *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               But the ten percent who're left,                       *
               they'll be the decent ones.                            *

                           ESKERLUS                                   *
               Decent!  More like, they'll just be                    *
               too dumb to get into trouble!  Just                    *
               because you still got a bug up your                    *
               ass about Mary Anne--                                  *

     Enormous change in Angel-- all his cool evaporates.              *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Don't you speak her name!                              *

                           ESKERLUS                                   *
               She--                                                  *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               That's enough!                                         *
                    (A deep breath)                                   *
               Councilman, I am the acting judge.                     *
               Do you know the penalty for                            *
               interfering with my work?                              *

                           ESKERLUS                                   *
               Lemme guess--  bein' hanged?  Bein'                    *
               stoned?  Bein' fed to the lions?

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Get out.                                               *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 26
     7-16-00                                                     


     Eskalus bows deeply in mock respect and exits.                   *

                                                         CUT TO:      *

20   EXT. DESERT -- DAY                                            20   

     Yee-hah!  Lucius spurs his horse as he races across the sand.  
     The horizon stretches off to infinity in every direction-- 
     nothing but sand and cactus, except--

     A lone building stands in the middle of nowhere-- gray, 
     weatherbeaten, with a faded sign: "Golden Papoose: Last Beer 
     for 150 Miles."

     Lucius rockets past the building.  A few seconds pass.  He 
     rockets back, swings down, ties up his horse, and enters.

21   INT. SALOON -- CONTINUOUS                                     21   

     Lucius steps through the swinging doors, unable to see much.

                           LUCIUS
               Howdy!  I'd like a tall, cold--

     He YELPS-- Everybody in the saloon is an Indian.  A MEDICINE 
     MAN behind the bar, Indians standing by the roulette wheel, 
     squaws waiting tables, a musical quartet of braves up on a 
     small stage.  Everybody in traditional tribal gear, looking, 
     well, Indian-- unsmiling, enigmatic.

     Lucius starts to back out, but he's stopped by--

     THE CHIEF-- in full tribal head-dress.

                           CHIEF
               How.

                           LUCIUS
                    (Terrified)
               Ummm... How?

                           CHIEF
               Sit.

     A Brave holds a chair for Lucius and the Chief firmly helps 
     him into it.  A pretty young SQUAW in a low-cut beaded leather 
     gown steps up.

                           SQUAW
                    (Unaccented English)
               May I take your order?

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 27
     7-16-00                                                     


                           LUCIUS
               My what?

                           SQUAW
               The bear fat with maize dressing is 
               very good today.  Or will you be 
               having the buffet?

                           LUCIUS
               Uh, yeah, I'll take that.  Sure.

                           SQUAW
               And to drink?

                           LUCIUS
               Whiskey.

                           SQUAW
               We have Old Rebel and Four Cactus on 
               tap, and Army Firewater in bottles.

                           LUCIUS
               I'll take the Old Rebel.

                           SQUAW
               I'll be right back.  Enjoy the show.

                           LUCIUS
               Uh, thanks...

     She wiggles off.  Lucius starts to relax until he realizes 
     that the Chief is still standing at his elbow.

                           LUCIUS (CONT'D)
               How!

                           CHIEF
                    (Grave)
               How.

                           LUCIUS
               Uh... What is this place?

                           CHIEF
               It is the future.

                           LUCIUS
               How's that?

                           CHIEF
               I saw it on my vision quest.  Three 
               days did I fast in the desert.
                           (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 28
     7-16-00                                                     


                           CHIEF (CONT'D)
               No food.  No water.  No sleep.  And 
               then-- a vision.

                           LUCIUS
               Of what?

                           CHIEF
               Many, many moons from now, my people 
               will no longer hunt the buffalo or 
               fish the rivers.  We will not farm 
               the land for our bread.  Instead, we 
               will thrive by providing white man 
               with reasonably-priced drinks, all-
               you-can-eat lunches and top 
               entertainmnt.

                           LUCIUS
               That so?

                           CHIEF
                    (Nodding towards stage)
               We have Lily Langtry booked for next 
               month.  But, mostly, we will feed 
               our papooses with gambling.

                           LUCIUS
               Gambling?  Cards and roulette and 
               that such?

                           CHIEF
               That... and another game, the greater 
               game, the game that came to me in a 
               vision.  Do you wish to play?

                           LUCIUS
               Well, hell, yes.

     The Chief produces a deer-hide scroll, and makes a little 
     ceremony of placing it on the table before Lucious.  With a 
     flourish, he unrolls it to reveal, carefully drawn onto the 
     leather--

     A Bingo card.

                                                    SMASH CUT TO:

22   EXT. DESERT -- LATER                                          22   

     Lucius is again racing across the sand-- he's been stripped 
     down to his longjohns.  Across his horse's ass is a Neolithic 
     bumper sticker-- "I Got Babied at the Golden Papoose."

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 29
     7-16-00                                                     


     Lucius comes up on a walled, mission-style compound.  He 
     slides to a stop by an iron gate and dismounts sharply-- 
     right on top of a cactus.

                           LUCIUS
               Shit!  Shit!  Oh, God!  Oh, Jesus!  
               Jesus H. fucking Christ in a chicken 
               basket!  

     He looks up to see--

     On the other side of the gate, he's being watched-- and 
     listened to-- by a somber group of black-clad nuns.

                           LUCIUS (CONT'D)
               Um... hi.

                                                          CUT TO:

23   INT. CONVENT -- MOMENTS LATER                                 23   

     Lucius, waddling in pain, is led down a hallway by the MOTHER 
     SUPERIOR.

                           MOTHER SUPERIOR
               You must not disturb her peace of                      *
               mind.  This very afternoon she takes                   *
               the veil.

                           LUCIUS
               Takes it where?                                        *

                           MOTHER SUPERIOR
               Her holy orders.  Henceforward, she                    *
               will have naught to do with man and 
               man's world, but live a life of prayer 
               and devotion to our Lord.

     At her last words, they pause before a carving of Jesus on 
     the cross.  The Mother Superior genuflects reverently.  Lucius 
     nods at the carving.

                           LUCIUS
                    (To Jesus)                                        *
               How ya doin'?  Look, I just need to 
               talk to her.

                           MOTHER SUPERIOR
               You may speak with her-- briefly-- 
               but you must do nothing to ripple 
               the tranquil pond of her soul.                         *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 30
     7-16-00                                                     


                           LUCIUS
               No sweat.  No ripples.                                 *

     They've come to a small, plain door.  The Mother Superior 
     gives Lucius one last sharp look and opens it.

     The room inside is very bare, but very clean and somehow 
     pleasant.

     In the farthest corner, ISABEL sits on her narrow bed, reading 
     a breviary.  She is 18.  She looks up-- she's unspeakably 
     beautiful, with solemn, serious eyes.

                           ISABEL
               Lucius?

                           LUCIUS
               Hey, Izzy, Claude's in deep shit.                      *

                                                          CUT TO:

24   INT. BANK -- DAY                                                 *24   

     Snellborn, the bank president, flutters around amongst the       *
     tellers.  He looks up-- and is alarmed to see--                  *

     Angel, blocking the doorway.                                     *

     Snellborn oozes up to Angel.                                     *

                           SNELLBORN                                  *
               Why, Judge Owens-- to what do I owe                    *
               this plea--                                            *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Your office.                                           *

                                                          CUT TO:     *

25   INT. BANK / SNELLBORN'S OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER                  *25   

     Angel is taking his time getting to the point, making            *
     Snellborn sweat.  He's looking at the bank calendar on the       *
     wall, examines the inkwell on Snellborn's desk, checks his 
     watch by the big clock on the wall.

                           ANGEL
               You're a minute slow.

                           SNELLBORN
               No, I'm quite sure that clock is--

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 31
     7-16-00                                                     


                           ANGEL
               A minute slow.

                           SNELLBORN
               A minute slow, yes.

                           ANGEL                                      *
               You know why I'm here?                                 *

     Snellborn is terrified.                                          *

                           SNELLBORN                                  *
               Well, no, actually, now that you                       *
               ask.  Our books are--

                           ANGEL                                      *
               This isn't about the books.                            *
                    (Beat)                                            *
               'Least, not directly.                                  *

                           SNELLBORN                                  *
                    (Lost)                                            *
               No?                                                    *

                           ANGEL
               You know, a town like this, a lot of 
               talk goes around.  Folks tell stories.  
               I've been hearing one particular 
               story for some time.

                           SNELLBORN
               Stories?  About me?

                           ANGEL
               About you and that red-headed piano 
               player.

                           SNELLBORN
               Fritz?  Why, we're just good friends.
                    (Beat)
               I happen to be a music lover.

     Angel gives him a long, hard look.  Snellborn starts to 
     crumble.

                           SNELLBORN (CONT'D)
               Is that what you wanted to talk to 
               me about? 

                           ANGEL                                      *
               No, actually, it isn't.  At least,                     *
               not yet.  This is about mortgages.
                           (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 32
     7-16-00                                                     


                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               About one mortgage, in particular.                     *

                                                          CUT TO:     *

26   INT. CONVENT / ISABEL'S CELL -- LATER                            *26   

     Lucius sits on the one wooden chair.  The Mother Superior 
     stands, disapproving.  Isobel sits as before.  A single tear 
     rolls down her cheek.

                           LUCIUS
               An', the hell of it is, Claude's all 
               set to marry Julie, but Angel won't 
               let him.  He wants your brother to 
               swing.  

                           ISABEL
               Poor Claude.  How sad that he has 
               never followed the light of virtue.

                           LUCIUS
               Yeah, whatever.  Point is, he needs 
               you to go talk to Angel.

                           ISABEL
               But why would Deputy Owens listen to                   *
               me?                                                    *

                           LUCIUS
                    (Suddenly 
                    Shakespearean, 
                    declaiming:)
               "Our doubts are traitors, and make 
               us lose the good we might often win, 
               by fearing to attempt it."

                           ISABEL
               ...What?

                           LUCIUS
                    (Has no idea what he 
                    just said)
               Uh... I mean, go see him, cry a 
               little, you know, you'll, uh, soften 
               him right up.

     Still a little dazed, Lucius tries to shake off the sudden 
     attack of Shakespeare.

                           ISABEL
               Very well.
                           (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 33
     7-16-00                                                     


                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
                    (Rises; to Mother 
                    Superior)
               I go forth one last time into man's 
               world.  I shall soon return, to 
               nevermore venture out again.

                           MOTHER SUPERIOR
               Go with God, my daughter.

     Isabel exits, followed by the Mother Superior and Lucius.

                           LUCIUS
                    (To himself)
               "Our doubts are traitors"?  Jesus.  
               Where'd that come from?

                                                          CUT TO:

27   INT. HOTEL BLYTHE -- AFTERNOON                                27   

     The best hotel in Blythe, Arizona Territory.  Judge Duke 
     settles down to a table.  A waiter bustles over with a flagon 
     of beer.

                           WAITER
               Good afternoon, Judge Duke.  How 
               nice to have you with us today.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Thanks, Henry.  I'll have my usual.

                           WAITER
               Fine.  That'll be squirrel meat in 
               gravy, a porterhouse steak, two turkey 
               drumsticks with dressing, half a 
               chicken, corned beef hash, sweet 
               potatoes, baked potatoes, fried 
               potatoes, three ears of corn and a 
               peach pie?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               I'm not that hungry today.  Skip the 
               corn.

                           WAITER
               Yes, sir.  Would you care for a 
               newspaper?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               I would, thank you.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 34
     7-16-00                                                     


     He lights a cigar, a man without a care in the world.  A 
     BEAUTIFUL WOMAN at a nearby table looks at him over the rim 
     of her glass.  He winks at her.  She winks at him.  He smiles.  
     She smiles.  He takes a sip of his beer as the Waiter puts a 
     newspaper down in front of him.

     Close on the headline-- "YUMA MAN TO BE HANGED FOR 
     FORNICATION."  An instant later-- the paper is drenched in 
     beer as Judge Duke gasps in horror.

                                                         CUT TO: 

28   EXT. COURTHOUSE -- EVENING                                    28   

     Lucius and Isabel ride up on Lucius' horse.  In the court 
     house square, a gallows is being completed by a couple of        *
     WORKMEN, under the direction of a HANGMAN.  The Hangman's 
     face is entirely concealed under an enveloping hood with 
     eyeholes cut in it.  He has an English accent and a very 
     bad, exasperated attitude.

                           HANGMAN
                    (English accent)
               No, you idiots, not like that!  
               Transverse!  Must I do everything 
               myself? 

     Isabel takes a good look at it before following Lucius into 
     the courthouse.

29   INT. COURT HOUSE / LOBBY                                      29   

     Elbow is snoring on a chair.

     Isabel pauses before going through the big courtroom doors.

                           ISABEL
               But what do I say to him?

                           LUCIUS
               Just talk to him.   

                                                          CUT TO:

30   INT. COURTHOUSE / COURT ROOM -- EVENING                       30   

     Angel is at the high judge's bench, doing paperwork by candle 
     light.  He's his usual grim self.

     Apart from the area around his desk, the room is dark.

     Footsteps approach the bench through the gloom.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 35
     7-16-00                                                     


                           ANGEL
                    (Not looking up)
               Yes?

                           ISABEL (O.S.)
               Deputy Owens?

                           ANGEL
                    (Still not looking up)
               Judge Owens.  What do you want?

                           ISABEL (O.S.)
               I want my brother's life.

     Now he looks up.

     His POV:

     Isabel walks slowly forward into the circle of light.  She's 
     lovely.

                           ANGEL
               Your brother is Claude O'Brian.

                           ISABEL
               Yes, your honor.

                           ANGEL
               He's been sentenced and he's going 
               to die.  Good night.

     He goes back to his paperwork, grim and forbidding.  Isabel 
     is about to say something else, but turns away.  Angel looks 
     up and watches her vanish into the darkness.

                                                          CUT TO:

31   INT. COURTHOUSE / LOBBY -- MOMENTS LATER                      31   

     Isobel comes through the double doors.  Lucio's been 
     listening.  He's incensed.  Elbow still snores in a chair.

                           LUCIUS
                    (Angry whisper)
               That's it?

                           ISABEL
               He said no.

                           LUCIUS
               Well, hell!  You sounded like you 
               was askin' to borrow a pencil!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ISABEL
               What should I--

                           LUCIUS
               Plead!  Scream!  Cry!  Anything!  Go                   *
               down on your knees and beg!

                           ISABEL
                    (Affronted)
               On my knees?

                           LUCIUS
               Less'n you want to see your brother 
               take a rope ride to the great 
               whatever.                                              *

                           ISABEL
               But--

                           LUCIUS
               In!

     Isabel goes back in.

                                                          CUT TO:

32   INT. COURTHOUSE / COURT ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER                 32   

     As before.  Angel's pen scratches on paper as Isabel 
     approaches the bench.

                           ANGEL
               Yes?

     Isabel starts to drop to her knees, but can't bring herself 
     to do it.  Instead, she stands up even straighter.

                           ISABEL
               I beg you for mercy.

                           ANGEL
               Your brother--

                           ISABEL
               My brother has done a wicked thing.  
               My brother is a bad man.  

                           ANGEL
                    (A little surprised)
               Yes.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ISABEL
               But he's not an evil man.  Does he 
               really deserve this punishment?

     Angel is taking in how beautiful Isabel is.  But he's got a 
     grip on himself.

                           ANGEL                                      *
               It's out of my hands.                                  *

                           ISABEL                                     *
               You sentenced him.  You could commute                  *
               the sentence.                                          *

                           ANGEL
               It's too late.  The verdict has been 
               lawfully reached and lawfully 
               recorded.

                           ISABEL
               Too late?
                    (Angry)
               Too late?  A man will die because 
               you've already filled out the papers?  
               That's justice?

                           ANGEL
               Justice is what I say it is.

                           ISABEL
                    (Rising towards fury)
               I thought justice was what God says 
               it is!

                           ANGEL
               The subject is closed.  Get out.

                           ISABEL
               What about mercy?

                           ANGEL
                    (Calling)
               Bailiff!

                                                          CUT TO:

33   INT. COURTHOUSE / LOBBY -- CONTINUOUS                         33   

     The shout wakes Elbow-- he starts to get up, but Lucius raps 
     him smartly over the head with a gun butt and he goes back 
     to sleep, happy.

                                                          CUT TO:

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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34   INT. COURTHOUSE / COURT ROOM -- CONTINUOUS                    34   

     As before.

                           ISABEL
               Is mercy what you say it is?  Do you 
               define that, too?

                           ANGEL
               Look--

                           ISABEL
               You look!  Look in your own heart!  
               Ask yourself if you've ever committed 
               the crime my brother has.

                           ANGEL
               Never!

                           ISABEL
               Then ask yourself if you could.  If 
               the man of the spirit is always above 
               the man of the flesh and blood.  If 
               you could ever fall to temptation, 
               and, if you did, whether you could 
               always resist it, and if you didn't, 
               whether you'd deserve to die for it, 
               the way you want my brother to die!  
               Look in your heart!  What do you 
               see?  What do you see!

     What Angel sees is Isabel-- tears are streaming down her 
     face; even Angel can't help being affected by this.  But he 
     hangs on.  He swallows hard.

                           ANGEL
               That doesn't matter.  He dies, 
               tomorrow.

                           ISABEL
                    (A gasp)
               Tomorrow!  Oh, no...
                    (A wail)
               Not so soon!

     Now she does drop to her knees, kneeling and begging.

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               Please!  No!  I can give you...

                           ANGEL
               Give me what?
                           (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
                    (Suddenly hard again)
               Are you offering me a bribe!

                           ISABEL
               Yes!  Not gold, not treasure--

                           ANGEL
                    (Half-contemptuous, 
                    half-hopeful)
               Then...  what?  What kind of "gift"-- 

                           ISABEL
               Heaven itself!  True prayers, prayers 
               from the soul whose life you've saved, 
               prayers from a fasting maiden 
               dedicated to nothing of this earth, 
               but everything of the glorious world 
               to come!

     Angel: taken aback.  Not what he expected to hear.  A long 
     pause.

                           ANGEL                                      *
               ...Are you married?                                    *

                           ISABEL                                     *
               No, your honor.  But I am about to                     *
               become a bride of Christ.                              *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Oh.  Really?                                           *

                           ISABEL                                     *
               I am to take holy orders, and spend                    *
               my life in worship and devotion.                       *

     Her face shines.  She's touching something deep in Angel.        *

                           ANGEL
               Come see me tomorrow.

                           ISABEL
               My brother dies tomorrow!

                           ANGEL
               No.  I'll give him a stay.  24 hours.

                           ISABEL
               Oh, thank you!  Thank you!  Thank 
               you, your honor!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     She rises and, before he can stop her, grabs at his hand, 
     kissing it.  He pulls it back.

                           ANGEL
               Get out.

                           ISABEL
               Yes, your honor!

     She curtsies and runs off into the darkness.  Angel stares 
     after her.  He slips a finger inside his shirt, feeling his 
     heartbeat.  He looks at the hand-- the one Isobel kissed.  
     He raises it to his own lips, uncertain.

                                                          CUT TO:

35   INT. JAIL -- NIGHT                                            35   

     Knee Froth snores on a chair, exactly the same posture and 
     sound as Elbow.  

     Claude sits in his cell, holding Julie's hand through the 
     bars.  They look up as Lucius slams in.  He flashes them a 
     big thumbs-up.  Claude sags back in relief.

                                                          CUT TO:

36   INT. CLAUDE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT                                  36   

     Isabel stands, candlelit, before a mirror, brushing her hair.  
     She unbuttons her dress, lets it slip to the floor, steps 
     out of it, never losing contact with her eyes in the mirror.  
     She's wearing a corset and stockings.  The stockings are 
     rolled down her sleek legs and placed neatly on the dresser.  
     The corset comes off; she stretches, her torso enjoying the 
     freedom of just a camisole.  She still looks at herself in       *
     the mirror.  Close on her face as she slips the camisole up      *
     over her head.  Her fingertips are on her throat-- we follow 
     them as they trail down over her collarbone, her upper chest, 
     down onto her breasts--

     Except, where her breasts should be are two red, demonic 
     faces, pointed teeth and sharp horns and laughing-- 

                           ANGEL (O.S.)
               Whaaaaaaaaarrrggghh!

                                                    SMASH CUT TO:

37   INT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- NIGHT                                   37   

     Angel comes bolt upright in bed, gasping.  It takes him a 
     second to get a grip.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     He tries to shake off the dream, staggers out of bed.

                                                          CUT TO:

38   EXT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER                           38   

     Angel trudges through the back yard.  He's talking to God.       *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Satan tempts me with harlots and                       *
               hussies and I hold firm.                               *

                                                          CUT TO:     *

39   INT. ANGEL'S ICE HOUSE -- DAY                                 39   

     A small, heavily insulated shed.  A big block of ice stands 
     on a table in the center of the room as Angel enters, still      *
     talking.  He smashes away at the ice with an ice pick.           *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Every sort of vice, the Master of                      *
               Lies sent them all and all I resisted.                 *

                                                          CUT TO:     *

40   EXT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER                           40   

     Angel trudges over to the yard pump with a large bowl of 
     ice.  He pumps water into the ice, still talking.                *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               But-- hah!-- then Satan sent me a                      *
               creature of virtue and purity to                       *
               tempt me!                                              *

     He's stripping off his nightshirt.                               *

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)                             *
               And how can I resist that?                             *

     He dumps the icewater over his head.                             *

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)                             *
               Oh, God!                                               *

                           ISABEL (O.S.)
               Judge?

     Angel whips around-- Isabel is standing by the fence, as we 
     last saw her.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ANGEL
               Miss O'Brien?

                           ISABEL
               You told me to come tomorrow, but I 
               couldn't sleep, and I thought...

     Angel moves closer to her.  Only the split-rail fence 
     separates them.

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               I thought...

                           ANGEL
               You thought what?

                           ISABEL
               I thought... if I were to see you... 
               you might...

                           ANGEL
               I thought you were sworn to be a 
               bride of Christ?

                           ISABEL
               Yes... but I saw you, and wondered, 
               have I not poorly judged the merits 
               of being a bride of man?

     Their eyes are locked.  She turns her face up to his, shining 
     in the moonlight.  He lowers his lips to hers--

     She opens her mouth to him-- opens it wider, wider, her teeth 
     grow to sharp points, her skin reddens, horns sprout from 
     her forehead, her eyes glow bright yellow--

     Angel tries to pull back but her talon fingers are locked 
     into his shoulders, drawing blood.  He screams as--

     Her jaws open two feet wide, she strikes forward and--

     Swallows his entire head, her jaws closed on his neck.  She 
     rears back and swings his whole body from side to side, his 
     limbs writhing and struggling--

                                                    SMASH CUT TO:

41   INT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- NIGHT                                   41   

     Angel comes bolt upright in bed, again, gasping, just like 
     before.  This time the dream has hold of him even harder-- 
     It takes him longer to get free of it.  He almost falls 
     getting out of bed, tangled in his covers.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     He throws them off and staggers outside.

                                                          CUT TO:

42   EXT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER                           42   

     Angel trudges through the back yard again.                       *

                           ANGEL
               What have I done?  What's in my heart 
               that I should suffer like this?

     He reaches the pump and squirts water onto his head.  He 
     towels himself off, just as--

     A shadow falls over him.  He looks up, screams, an instant 
     before--

     A gigantic devil's foot, twelve feet across, smashes him 
     into the ground.

     Reveal:  Shaky Bill, leaning over the fence, interested.

                           SHAKY BILL
                    (To us)
               This went on pretty much all night.

                                                          CUT TO:

43   VARIOUS -- MORNING                                            43   

     A rooster CROWS.

     Quick shots of the citizens of Yuma, asleep or awakening:

     Froth and Elbow, both in the jail now, their chairs tilting 
     back unsteadily against each other. 

     Claude, sleeping uneasily in his jail bunk.

     Isabel, on her knees in silent prayer.

     Tiny Doctor Doctor Conklin, kissing one of the dance hall 
     girls goodbye before slipping out the window.

     Councilman Eskerlus, kissing Madame Boumtier goodbye before 
     slipping out the window.                                         *

     Councilman Snellborn, kissing Fritz, the red-headed dance 
     hall piano player goodbye before slipping out the window.  

     Angel, at his table, pouring a cup of coffee, haunted and 
     haggard and sleepless.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     And, from a distance:

     A grizzled old PROSPECTOR and a donkey stand on a hill, 
     looking down at the awakening village.  We only see them 
     from behind as they start walking down the hill into town.

                                                         CUT TO: 

44   INT. COURTHOUSE -- MORNING                                    44   

     Shaky Bill, snoring like a dredge, when a hand claps down        *
     over his mouth.  He comes instantly awake, doing a fast draw     *
     of guns he isn't actually wearing.  He stops struggling when 
     he sees the face which belongs to the hand-- something we        *
     don't see.  His eyes widen in surprise.                          *

                                                         CUT TO: 

45   EXT. YUMA MAIN STREET -- MORNING                              45   

     Isabel, radiant in a white dress, makes her way through the 
     early-morning bustle.  Everywhere she goes, heads turn.  She 
     pauses at a corner, gathers her skirts, hesitates before 
     stepping into the muddy street.  PARSON BRIDGER and his 
     dreadful battleaxe wife, MRS. BRIDGE, are coming along the 
     sidewalk.  Parson Bridger stops.

                           PARSON BRIDGER
               Madame--

     He strips off his coat and lays it across the puddle.  Isabel 
     rewards him with a bright smile before she crosses.  He picks 
     up the coat and shakes it out, turns back to Mrs. Bridge-- 
     who raps him sharply on the forehead with her walking stick.

46   INT. COURTHOUSE / COURT ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER                 46   

     Isabel sweeps in through the double doors.  The room is bright 
     with sunshine, but empty except for Elbow and Knee, who, in 
     inappropriate frilly aprons, are busy dusting.

                           ISABEL
               I have come to see--

                           ELBOW
               Allow me.

                           KNEE
               My pleasure--

     They collide in their attempt to out-gallant each other. 

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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47   INT. COURTHOUSE / ANGEL'S CHAMBERS -- CONTINUOUS              47   

     The shades are down and the room is dim.  Angel has a small 
     mirror and is trying to slick back his hair.  He's a lot 
     more discomposed than we've ever seen him.  A KNOCK--

                           ANGEL
               Come--
                    (His voice breaks, he 
                    tries again)
               Come in.

     Isabel opens the door, framed by Knee and Elbow.  For a 
     moment, as she stands in the bright light from the court 
     room, the light shines through her dress and she seems to be 
     just a naked silhouette.

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               Gah! 

     Isabel steps in.  The two Bailiffs hover in the doorway, 
     clearly interested.

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               You two--

     He hands them a mass of papers from the desk.

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               Warrants.  Serve 'em.

                    ELBOW
          Oh, sure, boss, right 
          after--

                                                  KNEE
                                        You got it, we'll 'em 
                                        soon as-- 

                           ANGEL
               Now. 

     They slip out, closing the door, leaving Angel alone with 
     Isabel.  Angel, trying to keep a grip, motions her into a 
     chair.

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               Um... good morning.

                           ISABEL
               Good morning, your honor.

                           ANGEL
               Would you like some, uh, water?

     He makes a gesture and almost knocks the pitcher over.  He 
     grabs it just in time.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ISABEL
               No, thank you, your honor.

                           ANGEL
               Now then.
                    (Clears his throat)
               Well.  I've been giving a lot of 
               thought to you-- to what you said, 
               what you said last night... You made 
               some good points.

                           ISABEL
               Thank you, your honor.

                           ANGEL
               Yes, well, I've decided-- decided, 
               essentially, not to decide.  Not 
               just yet.

                           ISABEL
               Your honor?

                           ANGEL
               I mean to say, Claude, your brother, 
               he's still under sentence of death.  
               But there's no reason we have to 
               rush things, be in any kind of hurry 
               to, you know, um--

     A quick fist-up-over-head and choking face to simulate a man 
     being hanged.

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               So, for right now, until I come to a 
               final decision, we'll just... wait.

                           ISABEL
               You mean... you've commuted his 
               sentence?

                           ANGEL
               Well, in practical terms, I suppose--

                           ISABEL
               Oh, your honor!

     She's on her feet, moving around his desk towards him.

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               Thank you!  Thank you.

     His chair is on wheels and he scoots away from her, but she 
     grabs one of his hands to kiss.  He snatches it back.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 47
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                           ANGEL
               Let's keep things professional, shall 
               we?

     She's still pursuing him, he runs into a wall, she embraces 
     him, squeezing his head between her breasts as she 
     rhapsodizes.

                           ISABEL
               The angels will praise you!  I will 
               praise you!  My prayers will light 
               your path to heaven!

     He squirns free-- his chair squirts off to the side, the 
     wheel hits the edge of the carpet and catches-- Angel goes 
     over backwards.  His head hits the ground with a KLUNK.

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               Your honor!

     She's on him in a second, helping her up.  He's still trying 
     to escape from her, he springs to his feet, she's backing 
     him into another corner.

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               Are you hurt! 

                           ANGEL
               No!  Fine!  I'm fine!

                           ISABEL
               Your poor head--

     She dabs at his temple with a lace hanky-- it must be scented, 
     or she must be, because Angel takes a deeeeeeep breath and 
     almost passes out.

     He takes a step back and-- clang!-- steps into an empty tinder   *
     bucket by the fireplace.  His foot's wedged in the bucket.       *

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               Here--  Let me--

                           ANGEL                                      *
               No!  It's all right!                                   *

     Angel retreats, one foot clanging in the bucket whenever he      *
     takes a step.  Isabel reaches for the bucket, Angel lurches      *
     back, and goes over again with another klunk.  This time         *
     she's holding him when he falls and she ends up on top of        *
     him, her face hovering an inch over his.                         *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ISABEL                                     *
               Oops.                                                  *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Uh... oops.                                            *

     Isabel starts to laugh-- it really is an absurd situation.       *
     Angel laughs too, weakly, until--                                *

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)                             *
               Oh, God!                                               *

     He grabs her face and kisses her-- a kiss a kiss that            *
     surprises him almost as much as it does her.                     *

     It takes Isabel a second to realize what's going on-- and 
     she doesn't like it.  She tries to pull free.

                           ISABEL
               Judge!  Let go!                                        *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Isabel!                                                *

                           ISABEL                                     *
               Let go of me!                                          *

     She pulls free and onto her feet, livid.                         *

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)                            *
               How dare you!                                          *

                           ANGEL
                    (Very fast)
               You were right!  Last night!  You 
               were right!  About everything!

     Now he's pursuing her around his desk-- not very fast, his       *
     foot is still clanging along in the bucket.                      *

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               Sometimes the spirit can't control 
               the flesh and blood.  Like now, for 
               instance.

                           ISABEL
               Don't come any closer--

                           ANGEL
               And you were right about Claude.  
               What he and the Carr girl did, what's                  *
               the big deal, right?
                           (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               Show a little flexibility, right?  I                   *
               mean, this is the 1870's for crying                    *
               out loud.  Live a little.  So--                        *

                           ISABEL                                     *
               So?                                                    *

                           ANGEL
               Why don't we?                                          *

                           ISABEL
               "Why don't we" what?

                           ANGEL
               You know... 

                           ISABEL
               Are you serious?

                           ANGEL
               Word of honor.  

     He makes a lunge for her, but she snatches up a huge law 
     book off his desk and-- WHAM-- right in the head!

                           ISABEL
                    (Furious)
               "Word of honor."  You have no honor, 
               your honor.

                           ANGEL
                    (Rubbing his head)
               Oh, man...

     Isabel flings paper and a pen at him. 

                           ISABEL
               Now, Deputy, here's what you're going 
               to do.  You're going to write out a 
               full pardon for Claude, or every 
               living soul in Yuma will know what 
               you really are.

     Angel picks up the paper and the pen.  Beat.  We don't know 
     what he's going to do.  Then-- He slowly crumples the paper.

                           ANGEL
                    (Beat)
               Who's going to believe you?

     He's back to his old, cold self.                                 *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ISABEL
               I--

                           ANGEL
               Your word against mine.  Me?
                    (A bitter laugh)
               --I've spent my whole life on the 
               straight and narrow.  Never put a 
               foot wrong in 32 years on earth.  
               And you?  You're a girl telling lies 
               to save her brother.

                           ISABEL
               I swear by all that's holy, by 
               tomorrow morning I will ruin you.

                           ANGEL
               And I swear that, by tomorrow night, 
               your brother will be in a box.
                    (Beat)
               The deal's still on the table.  You've 
               got until morning.
                    (Beat)
               Now get out.  I've got work to do.

     Isabel exits, slamming the door behind her.  Angel slumps 
     into a chair, face buried in his hands.

                                                          CUT TO:

48   EXT. YUMA MAIN STREET -- MOMENTS LATER                        48   

     Isabel, crying, rushes along the muddy street, this time not 
     caring about her skirts.

     She passes a donkey tethered by Mary Anne Frederick's place-- 
     tall, sad Mary Anne is talking with the grizzled old 
     Prospector, crying herself, waving an official-looking           *
     document.  The Prospector is invisible under a floppy hat        *
     and behind a bushy beard.  

     Isabel runs in through the jail doors.                           *

                                                          CUT TO:

49   INT. JAIL -- MOMENTS LATER                                    49   

     Claude is in his cell-- he leaps up as Isabel rushes in.

                           CLAUDE
               Izzy!  What's the good news?
                           (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           CLAUDE (CONT'D)
                    (One look at her 
                    face...)
               Uh-oh...

                                                        CUT TO:  

50   EXT. JAIL -- LATER                                            50   

     The donkey contentedly munches grass.

                                                        CUT TO:  

51   INT. JAIL / OFFICE -- DAY                                     51   

     The Bailiffs, Knee and Elbow, try to listen in on Claude's 
     conversation with Isabel, just a murmur of voices from the 
     cell down the hall.  A hand taps Knee on the shoulder-- he 
     looks up, and his eyes widen with delight as he sees--

     A bottle of whiskey.  Handed to him by someone o.s. The hand 
     gestures with a thumb-- "out."  The bailiffs are only too 
     happy to go just as--

                           CLAUDE (O.S.)
               He said what?

                                                          CUT TO:

52   INT. JAIL / CLAUDE'S CELL -- CONTINUOUS                       52   

     As before.  Claude paces in his cell.

                           CLAUDE
               Lemme get this straight.  That... 
               that law man told you he'd make me 
               swing less'n you 'n' he did the 
               horizontal polka?  Why, that...

                           ISABEL
               Hypocrite!

                           CLAUDE
               Right.  Who'd a' thought it?
                    (Beat)
               So-- what'd you say? 

                           ISABEL
               I told him I was outraged!  I knew, 
               I knew that you'd rather die thousand 
               times, die horribly, than agree to 
               what he offered.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           CLAUDE
                    (Without much 
                    conviction)
               Oh, sure, absolutely.

                           ISABEL
               Oh, the beast!  The monster!  If it 
               was my life, Claude, if it was just 
               my life, I'd lay it down for you in 
               a moment.  But I knew you couldn't 
               live, wouldn't want to live, without 
               honor.

                           CLAUDE
                    (Beat)
               Look, Isabel...

                           ISABEL
               Yes, dear Claude?

                           CLAUDE
               Well... the thing of it is...

                                                          CUT TO:

53   INT. JAIL / OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS                              53   

     The Prospector, listening.

                                                          CUT TO:

54   INT. JAIL / CLAUDE'S CELL -- CONTINUOUS                       54   

     Claude, trying to formulate his idea.

                           CLAUDE
               You look at it one way, and it's, 
               wow, just... terrible, just awful.  
               Him to say something like that.  My 
               God, that's just... But, you know, 
               you look at it another way, and--

                           ISABEL
               What?

                           CLAUDE
                    (Breaking down)
               I don't wanna die!  Oh, God!  Isabel!  
               I don't wanna die!

                                                          CUT TO:

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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55   EXT. JAIL -- CONTINUOUS                                       55   

     The Prospector rolls his eyes.

                                                          CUT TO:

56   INT. JAIL -- CONTINUOUS                                       56   

     Claude is on his knees, clutching out through the bars to 
     the appalled Isabel.

                           CLAUDE
               Save me!  I'm only 20!  I never even 
               voted!

                           ISABEL
               Our father would turn in his grave!

                           CLAUDE
               Better him than me!  Come on, Iz, 
               it's no big deal!                                      *

                           ISABEL                                     *
               Never!  My honor--

                           CLAUDE
                    (Angry now)
               Oh, yeah, I notice it ain't your neck 
               they're stretchin'! 

                           ISABEL
               You coward!  You wretch!  Would you 
               preserve your worthless life through 
               your sister's shame?

                           CLAUDE
               Yeah!  Yeah!  As a matter of fact I                    *
               would!  So, how about it?                              *

     Isabel, furious and betrayed, hoists her skirts, turns to 
     sweep out of the room-- and runs smack into--

     The Prospector, who's appeared in the doorway.

                           ISABEL
               Excuse me--

                           PROSPECTOR
               Hee hee hee!  Excuse me, little lady.  
               I couldn't help overhearin'.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ISABEL
               I don't believe this is any of your 
               business.

     Take a good look at the Prospector.  Even though nobody else 
     notices it, his bushy beard, moustache and eyebrows are 
     obvious fakes.  So's the gray hair streaming down from under 
     his battered hat, and the way he talks sounds like a bad 
     Walter Brennan impression.  In fact, he's really-- 

     Judge Judge Duke in disguise-- So we'll call him by his real 
     name from here on.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               You might-- hee hee hee-- be surprised 
               what's my business.

                           ISABEL
               Who are you, anyway? 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Somebody who-- hee hee hee-- knows 
               somethin' you don't know.

                           ISABEL
               And-- "hee hee hee"-- what's that?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Judge Owens-- he was just testing 
               you a mite.

                           ISABEL
               He what?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               He wanted to see if you was really 
               as pure as he thunk you was.

                           ISABEL
               Are you sure? 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Y'see, Angel, he thinks he's mighty 
               pure.  So he's always lookin' for                      *
               folks who is as big on virtue as he 
               is.  And, little lady, I think you 
               done passed the test.

     Isabel ponders this. 

                           CLAUDE
               Excuse me-- Hello-- Maybe you forgot 
               me, I'm the condemned man?

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     They turn back to Claude.

                           CLAUDE (CONT'D)
                    (To Judge Duke)
               So, what's the deal with me?  He 
               gonna pardon me or what?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Son, I'm afeared your goose is cooked.  
               You got a God, better make your peace-- 
               and with anybody else important to 
               you.

     Claude takes a long look at Isabel.  He calms down. 

                           CLAUDE
               Iz?  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean it.  
               Forgive me?

     She takes his hand through the bars.

                           ISABEL
               Of course.

                           CLAUDE
               I wouldn't want you thinkin'...

                           ISABEL
               I don't.

                           CLAUDE
               Thank you.

57   EXT. YUMA MAIN STREET -- MOMENTS LATER                        57   

     Isabel and Judge Duke zigzag through the bustle.

                           ISABEL
               If only Judge Duke was here!  He 
               doesn't know what kind of man he's 
               put in charge.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               You like Judge Duke?  Isn't he a 
               mite loose in his ways?

                           ISABEL
               I used to think so.  But he wouldn't 
               let anything like this happen.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Look, missy-- you wanna save Claude's 
               britches?

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 56
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                           ISABEL
               Not if--

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Not what you're thinking, little 
               girl.  You know her--?

     He points with his chin.  Isabel looks--

     Her POV:

     Mary Anne Frederick, RINGING a bell to bring in school kids 
     from recess.

                           ISABEL
               Miss Frederick, the school teacher?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Here's somethin' I bet you didn't 
               know-- she and Angel usedta be 
               engaged.

                           ISABEL
               Miss Frederick and Deputy Owens?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Her old man made her break it off.  
               Angel thought it was her, jiltin' 
               him.  He ain't never been right since.  
               Now, he's havin' her evicted.

                           ISABEL
               That-- that--                                          *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               Hee hee hee-- Maybe, just maybe 
               there's a way to set a lotta things 
               right-- includin' savin' your 
               brother's neck.

                           ISABEL
               Will it cost me my honor?

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Mmmmm... maybe a little.  Nothing 
               you can't spare. 

                           ISABEL
                    (Beat)
               What do you want me to do?

                                                         CUT TO: 

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 57
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58   INT. COURTHOUSE / COURT ROOM -- AFTERNOON                     58   

     Angel is on the bench, depressed and daydreaming and not 
     paying much attention.

                           LAWYER
                    (A drone)
               And the party of the third part then 
               parted from the party of the second 
               part and partied with the party of 
               the fourth part in part by parting 
               the party of the fifth part from the 
               party of the first part.
                    (Suddenly screaming)
               Hypocrite!

     Now, a terrified Angel's in the dock, and the lawyer is 
     bearing down on him.

                           LAWYER (CONT'D)
               Liar!  Traitor to your every belief!  
               Vile seducer and betrayer!

                           ANGEL
               I'm only a man!

                           LAWYER
               A man?  You are nothing but the 
               vilest, crawling slimy scum that... 
               that...

     Back to reality-- Angel snaps out of his daydream.  The lawyer 
     in front of him has fallen silent and is looking at something 
     at the rear of the courtroom.  Angel follows his gaze to--

     Isabel.  Their eyes meet before she lowers hers, demurely.

     Angel breaks out in a sweat and swallows hard.

                           ANGEL
                    (croaking)
               Ten minute recess.

                                                          CUT TO:

59   INT. COURTHOUSE / ANGEL'S CHAMBERS -- MOMENTS LATER           59   

     Angel closes the door.

                           ANGEL
               About last night--

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           ISABEL
               Do you always keep your promises?

                           ANGEL
               Always.

                           ISABEL
               If I come to you tonight... 

     Their eyes lock--

     Angel's mind's eye-- a flashback to his dream-- Isabel growing 
     horns, turning red, and--

     He shakes off the image.

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               Are you all right?

                           ANGEL
               I'm fine.  What were you saying?

                           ISABEL
               There must be complete darkness.  I 
               don't want you to see me.

                           ANGEL
               Fine!

     Behind them, unseen, Shaky Bill peers through the window. 

60   EXT. COURTHOUSE -- AFTERNOON                                  60   

     Shaky Bill chuckles to himself and steps off the crate he's 
     standing on to look through the window.  He spots a cigar 
     butt in the gutter, strikes a match on the seat of his pants, 
     takes a puff and turns to the camera.

                           SHAKY BILL
               So-- here's the plan.  Isabel's gonna--

     A scream interrupts him.

                           MADAME BOUMTIER (O.S.)
               Leggo!

     Madame Boumtier and Fritz, the piano player, are being dragged 
     towards the courtroom by Knee and Elbow.

                           FRITZ
               Take your hands off me!

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 59
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     Judge Duke is nearby, pretending to adjust the saddlebags on 
     his mule. 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               What-- hee hee hee- seems to be the 
               trouble, constables?

                           KNEE
               None 'o' your business, old timer.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Well, I reckon that bottle o' whiskey 
               I give you last night makes it my 
               business.  Less'n you want me to 
               make it the Judge's business?

     Knee and Elbow stop dead and look at each other.                 *

                           ELBOW                                      *
                    (Grudgingly, re Madame                            *
                    Boumtier)
               Runnin' a disorderly house--
                    (re Fritz)
               Lewd behavior.

                           FRITZ
               Lewd-- Well, I never!  Lucius!  
               Lucius!

     Coming towards them down the sidewalk, Lucius tries to pretend 
     he hasn't heard.  Lucius has changed with the times-- he's 
     doing his best to act respectable.

                           MADAME BOUMTIER
               Lucius!

                           LUCIUS
               Can't stop-- late for bible study. 

                           MADAME BOUMTIER
               Bible study?

     As proof, Lucius holds up a bible, upside down.                  *

                           LUCIUS
               Followin' the lord is the only true 
               path.

                           MADAME BOUMTIER
               You can follow him later.  I need 
               you to make bail.

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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                           LUCIUS
                    (Affronted)
               Me?
                    (He sniffs)
               Madame, I hardly know you.

                           MADAME BOUMTIER
               That so-- what about Jean-Marie?  
               You hardly know her?  
                    (Lucius' face falls)
               What's Judge Shithead gonna say when 
               he finds out she's got your bun in 
               her oven?  You think he'll treat you 
               any different than he's treatin' 
               Claude?

     Elbow and Knee drag the prisoners into the courtroom.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Jean-Marie?

                           LUCIUS
               Just a friend-- nothing more.
                    (Under Judge Duke's 
                    amused gaze)
               A close friend.  From before.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Before?

                           LUCIUS
               Before I found the one true path...

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Hee hee hee-- mighty convenient 
               timin', I reckon.

                           LUCIUS
                    (From a vast height 
                    of dignity)
               It's not like I did anything terrible.  
               Even Judge Duke...

                           JUDGE DUKE
               What about him?

                           LUCIUS
               The high and mighty hangin' judge!  
               He's got the morals of a jack rabbit.

                           JUDGE DUKE
               That so?

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 61
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                           LUCIUS
               Oh, sure.  Young, old, married, 
               single, if it's in a skirt, he'll 
               bang it with his gavel.

                           JUDGE DUKE
                    (Slow burn)
               And you know this how?

                           LUCIUS
               Oh, me and Judge Duke, we're like 
               that--
                    (Suddenly remembers 
                    who he's trying to 
                    be)
               A pity he's never found--

                           JUDGE DUKE
               --the path of true virtue, yeah.

                           LUCIUS                                     *
               Well, off I go-- today we're doing                     *
               First Corinthians.

     He ambles away.  Judge Duke watches him go, shaking his head.    *

                                                         CUT TO:      *

61   INT. MARY ANNE'S HOUSE / PARLOR                               61   

     Judge Duke and Mary Anne look up as Isabel comes in.  She's 
     twirling a key on a chain, and looks very proud of herself.

                           ISABEL
               Like shooting fish in a barrel.  
               Catch.

     She tosses the key to Mary Anne.

                           ISABEL (CONT'D)
               He's expecting me at midnight.  I've 
               told him, there are to be no lights.                   *
               And I can only stay a short while.                     *

                           JUDGE DUKE
               What about Claude?

                           ISABEL
               He goes free tomorrow.
                    (To Mary Anne)
               You sure you want this guy?

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 62
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                           MARY ANNE
               He's not a bad man.

                           ISABEL
               Can't prove it by me.

                           MARY ANNE
               He has my heart.

                                                    SMASH CUT TO:

62   EXT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- NIGHT                                   62   

     A sliver of moon overhead.  Mary Anne and Isabel approach 
     Angel's house.

                           MARY ANNE
               I can love no other man.

                           ISABEL
               But he's so-- 

                           MARY ANNE
               No.  He is a good man, or he tries 
               to be.  He's just confused, and his 
               confusion makes him harsh.  But my 
               love will save him.

                           ISABEL
               It's your life.  Good luck.  And--                     *
               thank you.

                           MARY ANNE
               Thank you.

     Mary Anne slips away; a moment later she lets herself into 
     Angel's house.  Isabel sighs and vanishes into the darkness.

                                                         CUT TO:      *

63   INT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER                           63   

     Very dim, lit only by pale moonlight through the window.  
     Nothing but silhouettes to be seen.  Angel is in bed.

                           ANGEL
                    (Voice cracking)
               Isabel?  I--

                           MARY ANNE
               Shhh. 

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 63
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     Across the room, Mary Anne, only a suggestion of a figure in 
     the gloom, rustles as she slips her dress off.

                           ANGEL
               I-- I--

     Mary Anne pulls the shade, blocking out the moonlight.  The 
     room goes completely black.

     The bedsprings CREAK as she gets in. 

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)
               Look, I want you to know... I want 
               you, but... this is so hard for me 
               to say... I want to tell you that 
               you don't have to... you don't... 
               Oh, God...

                                                          CUT TO:

64   EXT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS                              64   

     Judge Duke and Shaky Bill watching the dark house.  He turns 
     and they walk towards town, very self-satisfied.

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               So, everything's taken care of.                        *

                           SHAKY BILL
               Sure is. 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Long as nothin' disturbs Angel for 
               the next hour 'r so, all our troubles 
               are over.

                           SHAKY BILL
               Sure are. 

                           JUDGE DUKE
               Everything's gonna be all right now.  
               Right?

                           SHAKY BILL
               Absolutely.                                            *

                           HANGMAN
               Excuse us, excuse us-- 

     Knee, Elbow and the hooded HANGMAN, carrying a noose, hustle     *
     the blindfolded Claude down the street towards the courthouse    *
     gallows.                                                         *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 64
     7-16-00                                                     


                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               Now what?                                              *

65   EXT. COURTHOUSE / GALLOWS -- NIGHT                               *65   

     The Hangman stands at the top of the gallows, stringing the      *
     noose.  Knee and Elbow help Claude up the ladder.                *

                           HANGMAN
               Absolutely cannot find competent 
               assistance on this entire bloody 
               continent! 

                           CLAUDE                                     *
               I can't see a goddamn thing!                           *

                           ELBOW                                      *
                    (To Knee)                                         *
               You think we shoulda got him up an'                    *
               then put the blindfold on?                             *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               Come on, come on, I'm not being paid                   *
               by the hour, you know!                                 *

     Judge Duke hurries up, goes up the ladder after Claude.          *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               What's-- hee hee hee-- what's going                    *
               on here?                                               *

                           KNEE                                       *
               What's it look like?                                   *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               Looks like a hangin'.  But the                         *
               hangin's off!                                          *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               Are you planning to take all night?                    *

                           ELBOW                                      *
               Hold your horses, blackie.                             *
                    (To Judge Duke)                                   *
               News to us.  We're supposed to hang                    *
               'im at midnight, leave him up all                      *
               day tomorrow.                                          *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               But Judge Owens, he said-- he forgot!                  *
               The idiot forgot!                                      *

     Judge Duke's slipped into his own voice.                         *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 65
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                           KNEE                                       *
               What'd you say?                                        *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               I said-- hee hee hee-- Judge Judge                     *
               Duke commuted the execution, but he                    *
               must've plumb forgot to tell you!                      *

                           ELBOW                                      *
               Let's go ask 'im.  Where is he?                        *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               Why, he's right in his own-- aw,                       *
               crap!                                                  *

                           KNEE                                       *
               Orders is orders, old timer.                           *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
               Wait!  Wait here, don't do nothin'!                    *

     He hurries off down the ladder and into the darkness.            *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               Come on, come on!  I have to be in                     *
               Tucson tomorrow.                                       *

                           KNEE                                       *
                    (Uncertain)                                       *
               The old man said we should wait.                       *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               Oh, well, he's certainly the voice                     *
               of authority.                                          *

                           CLAUDE                                     *
               If I could say something--                             *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               You stay out of this.                                  *

     The platform railing shakes under his hand.                      *

                           HANGMAN (CONT'D)                           *
               Who built this thing, anyway?                          *

                           ELBOW                                      *
               We done it.                                            *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               Well, you've made a right mess of                      *
               it.                                                    *
                           (MORE)

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 66
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                           HANGMAN (CONT'D)
               Look at this, shoddy construction, 
               no aesthetic values whatsoever--

                           KNEE                                       *
                    (Getting annoyed)                                 *
               Listen up--                                            *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               I don't know about you rustics, but                    *
               I am not paid enough to risk my neck                   *
               at the top of this--                                   *

                           CLAUDE                                     *
               Your neck!  What about--                               *

                           KNEE & ELBOW                               *
               Shut up!                                               *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               Now, are we going to proceed or shall                  *
               we--                                                   *

                           JUDGE DUKE (O.S.)                          *
               Hold it!  Hold it!                                     *

     The Judge Duke clambers up the ladder.                           *

                           JUDGE DUKE (CONT'D)                        *
               Hold yer horses!  Lookee here!                         *

     With a flourish, he presents Knee and Elbow with a document.     *

                           JUDGE DUKE (CONT'D)                        *
               Before Judge Judge Duke left, he                       *
               done give me this note.                                *

     Knee studies it intently.  He turns to elbow.                    *

                           KNEE                                       *
               Kin you read.                                          *

                           ELBOW                                      *
               Nope.  Kin you?                                        *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               Oh, for God's sake.                                    *

     He grabs the document.                                           *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 67
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                           HANGMAN (CONT'D)                           *
                    (Reading)                                         *
               "Do whatever this guy says."  Signed,                  *
               Judge Duke.  Oh, very convincing,                      *
               very authoritative.                                    *

                           KNEE                                       *
                    (Doubtful)                                        *
               That looks like Judge Duke's                           *
               signature.

                           ELBOW                                      *
                    (To Judge Duke)                                   *
               You want we should call off the                        *
               execution?                                             *

                           JUDGE DUKE                                 *
                    (Thinking fast)                                   *
               No.  Angel wants to see a body.                        *
               Let's give him a body.                                 *

                           CLAUDE                                     *
               Not mine!                                              *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               I have never seen such rank                            *
               incompetence and inefficiency!                         *

                           KNEE                                       *
               Where're we gonna get a body?                          *

                           HANGMAN                                    *
               See here, my good man!                                 *

                           ELBOW                                      *
               Must be somebody dead in town.                         *

     He gestures, hitting the lever-- the trap springs open, and      *
     the Hangman plummets through, out of sight, landing with a       *
     sickening crunch.  Long beat.                                    *

                           KNEE                                       *
                    (To Judge Duke)                                   *
               Okay, now what?                                        *

                                                          CUT TO:     *

66   EXT. COURTHOUSE / GALLOWS -- LATER                               *66   

     Knee and Elbow are on the platform, pulling on the rope now      *
     looped up over the crossbeam.                                    *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 68
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                           JUDGE DUKE (O.S.)                          *
               Almost there!                                          *

     Knee and Elbow groan with effort.                                *

                           JUDGE DUKE (CONT'D)                        *
               Another few feet!                                      *

     The Hangman's body rises into view through the trap-- he's       *
     wearing Claude's clothes and blindfold.                          *

                           JUDGE DUKE (CONT'D)                        *
               That's too high-- let him down...                      *
               down... down... Perfect!                               *

     Elbow and Knee tie off the rope.                                 *

                           JUDGE DUKE (CONT'D)                        *
               Great work.                                            *

                                                         CUT TO:      *

67   EXT. ANGEL'S HOUSE -- MORNING                                    *67   

     Angel's door opens and he almost dances out.  This is the        *
     happiest we've ever seen him.  He's smiling, glad to be alive.   *
     He takes a deep breath, let's it out slowly.                     *

                                                         CUT TO:      *

68   EXT. YUMA MAIN STREET -- MOMENTS LATER                           *68   

     Angel strides down the sidewalk-- he tips his hat to the         *
     ladies, nods in good fellowship at the men.                      *

     He turns the corner to the courthouse and--                      *

     Stops dead.                                                      *

     Horrified.                                                       *

     HIS POV:                                                         *

     The gallows.  And dangling from it, a body.                      *

     It hits him-- he realizes what he's done/forgotten to do.        *

     Angel slowly approaches the body, swaying and twisting slowly    *
     in the breeze.                                                   *

     Standing by the dangling feet is--                               *

     Isabel.                                                          *

                                                       (CONTINUED)

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     Yuma-03                                                p. 69
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     She looks up and sees Angel.  Pure hate.                         *

                           ANGEL                                      *
               Isabel.  I... I...                                     *

     She walks up to him.                                             *

                           ANGEL (CONT'D)                             *
               I didn't--                                             *

     She spits in his face and turns away.  Angel stands there        *
     for a long beat the body swaying behind him, broken.  He         *
     turns and starts to walk away, out towards the desert.           *