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I have to take the road that Bruce Lee
took towards the Martial Arts, as an
analog “Like water”.
I take the Literature Arts of Poetry.
In the beginning I used free verse,
swift rhyming, lyrical, metal-rap-groove verse
with definition and aggression.
Now, I try different systems,
in all genres, as always,
and put them to my personal use.
Furthermore, put to use what is useful
when needed, and reject what I don’t need
at the time for a specific write.
Using no specific way, is the way,
I am the way I write, but keeping in mind,
the tools at hand. No limitations as the limitation.
With all poetry styles ( trapping, and grabbing)-
(mind locks-heart locks-spiritual locks-)
Honestly expressing oneself is difficult to do:
The poet, the creating individual is always
more important than any style or system.
Absorb what is useful, discard what is useless,
and add to what is your own.
I write my own interpretation of poetry.
Concepts behind concepts.
Dedicating to creating
creative new-original thoughts, and poetry.
I write with one hand,
but if I could write with the other,
at the same time, a different poem,
that would be to break boundaries.
As asking multi-tasking: Poetry styles separate poets.
Style is a continuous growth.
Poetry skills/tools are weapons and you have
to use all of them, to incorporate all styles.
(Move all parts of your poetry)
Put everything into it, all energy.
Rest then progress.
A true poet is constantly growing,
and when he or she are bound by a set of styles,
or a way of doing things, that’s when he,
or she stops growing.
To reach a reader you have to move
to them, advance, and retreat- advance retreat,
furthermore slide and step back, push,
and push back, circle them
( put the reader on defense),
and close them in, and hit them
with the best closure.
Poetry is like water, flexible, it has to go somewhere..

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TURN KEY a screenplay #X by John E. WordSlinger

Posted in Screenplay, Slingtionarious on December 6, 2019 by John E WordSlinger


TURN KEY

a screenplay #X

by John E. WordSlinger

A corrupted town ‘Coltsville, Illinois, U.S.A. involved in illegal teeth commodity trading, and silence is the only way to stay alive.

EXT. NIGHT – COLTSVILLE

VIGILANTE, a tall person who wore all black, with a black cloth face mask, carried a long gun, and a skinny sword set a house on fire, and stood out front of this opium den.

POV

As the house was burning, a man jumps out of second story window, and many men run out the front door, and away. While inside, two tried to go out the back, but it was barricaded, and they were burned alive inside.

VIGILANTE

You lawman opium smuggler,

(a white man of the law walks out)

I want you first. I am here to stop your fandango.

(Shoots the man in the throat.)

TWO CHINA MEN run out, and charge the Vigilante, they engage in martial arts, and the Vigilante slices one in the leg with his sword, he turns, and shoots the other one in the leg. Another one runs out of the house, runs at the Vigilante, and the Vigilante shots him in the leg too. The three China men crawl on the ground, and one cries in pain.

VIGILANTE

Stop your caterwauling!

(Hits one China man in the head with the butt of his rifle, and it kills the man. He looks at another, shoots him twice, and he dies. The other one gets up, and limps away. The Vigilante walks fast, and faster up behind the China man, and slices him in the back of the arm, knocking him back to the ground.)

No more happy happy paradise here in Coltsville for you, and your Chinafalutin.

(Looks closer into the China mans face.)

Spread the word. Death-man will cut you down.

(Turns around, looks at the burning house, walks to his horse, gets on, and rides away.)

POV

Burning house.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – TOWN OF COLTSVILLE

A boy delivers newspapers in town, and gives one to BARBER LEWIS KELLS at the barber shop, and it reads.

OPIUM DEN BURNS TO THE GROUND & 4 DEAD OUTSIDE & 2 INSIDE.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – DIRT ROAD

POV&S

Apples trees everywhere. Windmills were turning and birds were chirping.

MATT HEMINGS, a mix breed, with auburn hair, and hazel eyes. He be Irish and American Native, although a red, white and blue just do the right dang thing will you kind of man, and he’s a Great Spirit fearing man. People seemed to be afraid of his intelligence, the way he carries himself they’d say. He’s a book and dirt road smart person, of course, he’s a Wappelo-Hillbilly, and a new dam Yankee.

MATT HEMINGS

(Lifted his head, the scents of the town came in his nostrils.)

V.O.

As I ride into this farm and horse town I do not have a good feeling in this sense of a new nation this country calls, the era of good feeling. What does newspaper editors know? Shot in the ankle three years ago in the state of Indiana. I was near a shoot out I was not involved in. Now I am gimp, a man with a limp. A land pirate like, but all I pyrate, be time, before time pyrates me. Roofing was my trade, and always a writer. Now writing be my profession. I carry not a gun although I should, to protect my intellectual property.

(A man rode by)

Howdy

MAN ON HORSE

Howdy

I know not to look back, this be a trust thing, but do I trust this person, furthermore does this person trust me? Has he turned around. I have learned not many folk know how to ride, or control their horses.

(Laughs)

MAN ON HORSE

(Turns around to look at MATT.)

POV Young boys play knock knock ditch.

MATT HEMINGS

(smiles)

I admit I am a lonely man, most of us men are. Literature keeps me keen, and mentally lean. Once I settle today I will start to read my new book I bought, ‘The Sketch Book’ by Geoffrey Crayon.

POV

A Wells Fargo U.S. Mail wagon was ahead, and the driver had his hat over his face nappin’ as a woman, and a man walked by. The flapping of the new thirteen stars and stripes United States flag caught MATTS attention as he rode by, and he whistled the Star Spangled Banner Song.

A small wagon train crossed paths with MATT, wagons of tobacco and rice…

MATT

Mayhaps, the towns lute.

V.O.

Everything in this town is fairly new, as I ride upon its square it looks as though the town has a new library, post office, theater, train station, and a new hospital being built.

POV

Electricians were installing street lamps on the sidewalks.

MATT HEMINGS looked at the carpenters as they worked the hospital, and seemingly the man in charge noticed MATT, and this man stared at him as he rode by. The man’s ASHER TOWNS, local contractor and lawyer. A solid man, clean cut, blue stern eyes, a glimpse of him you could tell, the man mastered the measuring stick, and a master of tools. As MATT looked at him, ASHER combed his mustache with his fingers, and then one knew, ASHER knew mankind, and mans laws.

Black men with bulls pulled wagons of sugar bags. One man shoved off a bag, a construction worker grabbed it up, and took it to the back of the construction zone.

POV

The bank and the barbershop were next to each other. The blacksmith and the hotel were next to each other, and an ease set inside MATT.

MATT HEMINGS

A bath from this unbearable dirt. Food and drink.

(Looked back at the Barbershop, and read the signs next to the red, white, and blue barber pole.)

Sign read- CASH & TOBACCO FOR TEETH

Relief Administered, Consultations Free. No Cheap John Work Here.”

MATT HEMINGS

Dumb asses don’t realize the tobacco be doing this to them.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – BARBERSHOP

POV

A woman sits in a chair, and the BARBER LEWIS KELLS, a tall man, with a long face, and pouchy lips, furthermore his hair be red, bushy on the sides, and at top, his hair recedes, and his brown eyes were unlike any other person with brown eyes.

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

Don’t you worry, Mrs. Greenwood this won’t hurt a bit, and if it does, well, I’ll just shoot you, and we’ll call it even. Now open wide. Bet, you look at apples different now. (Laughs) What, do you not want to be tough?

MRS. ELIZABETH GREENWOOD was THOMAS GREENWOODS wife, and he be the towns banker. The U.S.A. Banking officer. She be beautiful, with brown eyes and hair, that was always kept up, and pinned back. She be a trivia type of lady, everything touched her. She be an apple lady, and an apple snapped a part of her tooth off.

MRS. ELIZABETH GREENWOOD

Yea imagine the future!

(She looks at his ham-fisted dirty hands.)

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

I know your families history. Oh slouch if you want to. We are going to say a prayer, and both of us are gonna have some alcohol with opium in it.

(Farts)

Farmer CLAY PEABODYS

(Coltsvilles main farmer.) funky chickens.

(Pulls up the apron around her.)

There are no parks around here to walk in. This town wants spark, their smiling spark. This town wants to be controversy, unveiling their teeth. Beauty from durn ugly. People come from miles and miles to be here. People want to grin, they want to afford their own grin, and I smelt it all. Bad breath, good breath. Some have nasty words. I tell them, there are no whales, walrus or hippos around here. If you don’t like what we have here then mail order your teeth from England. To be blessed but also venomous perhaps, against tooth worms. Okay drink some of this, and I’ll dab your gums with magic water. So you have a mean rattler in your mouth. Soreness.

MRS. GREENWOOD

uh hu

(She threw the apple she brought with her, and clinched on.)

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

We have a pole, tough string, and pitch fork out there. I can tie your tooth to the pole, and jab you in the face with a pitchfork, your choice?

(He stalls, tilts his head, and smiles at her.)

Toothaches are everywhere like dust, them sawdust folk. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. I need my beer foam towel. Going to pull, not file, and later a new tooth.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – OUTSIDE KINGERYS BROTHEL & PEARL HOTEL

POV

Sheriff PAUL WALLACE, deputies, and local DR. ZANE SHULE rode fast up the road to Coltsvilles brothel, jumped off their horses, and ran into the brothel.

MATT HEMINGS

(Walked up the stairs of the hotel, and many folk and keepers were on the porch.)

What happened?

HOTEL CLERK MR. PEARL

Mass suicide by laudanum. The oil of gladness in the era of gladness, my ass, and I bet Miss big titted, I can hold up your coffee cups maybe the one that induced this.

MATT HEMINGS

(Looked back at the brothel)

Is there a book store in Coltsville?

HOTEL CLERK MR. PEARL

(Pointed)

The general store. Two roads west, one road north.

POV

A blonde with blue silverish eyes walked out the door of the hotel, and MATT HEMINGS heart began to beat faster. CHRISTINA BURZ, her hair braided beautifully like no other, with two rolls rolling back down the middle, way past her shoulder, and the sides of her hair be tightly pulled to the two rolls on each side. Her dress stopped above, covering her breasts and that was as high as the top of the dress went. Exposing her smooth skin, shoulders, and her luring neck. CHRISTINA BURZ walked on by without a glance at MATT. The HOTEL CLERK MR. PEARL looked at her, at MATT, at her again, and at MATT without a signal, and walked in the hotel.

HOTEL CLERK MR. PEARL

Come in. Welcome to the Pearl.

MATT HEMINGS

(Followed.)

Impressive Sir.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – BLACKSMITH SHOP

POV

Sign said, LOCKWOODS PLOWS, HORSE SHOEING, HARROWS, MACHINE REPAIR & TOOTH REMOVAL

CAM PAN IN THROUGH

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD, a blacksmith. He be a tall handsome man, with long dark hair, blue eyes, and a mustache that tops a smile that makes everyones day for them.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

(Making chains)

ELSY WHEELER, a seamstress. She be tall, with short dark hair, and deep dark eyes, furthermore held a stern beauty.

ELSY WHEELER

A shipment of horse feed arrived, and the Deere and Company are here too, with the steel plow, hay forks needs repair.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

Elsy the church bells are done, and chains will be done here in a scorch.

ELSY WHEELER

I am a sure you heard. PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN has not stopped sobbing since the news reached her this morning.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

That’s what happens when you dance with the devil. This town’s trying to turn it into a gold fork. New equipment from Scotland should be here next week.

ELSY WHEELER

You are way to busy, and going to have to hire someone soon.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

I may hire that French Lytton boy. Every time he is here with his father he touches everything, and he did ask for work.

ELSY WHEELER

Teach him to be mightier than the sword like you Frank.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

(Laughs)

Strong willed. I am no Poet. I am sure the gutter press will kill the brothel tomorrow.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – CEMETERY

Coltsvilles sexton undertaker REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS wheel checked his horse drawn hearse, and next to it were fleets of hearse wagons, and a few jail wagons.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS, a short haired, clean shaven man. His stare was always the same, one brow up, that eye was his spear eye, and the other brow and eye was clearly looking directly to you, waiting for your defense. Seemed scary was fun to him.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

No more burying on the spot. Prompt service they want, prompt service they get.

GROUP OF UNDERTAKERS

(Walked horses to the hearses, and one spoke.)

Ol Father Hubbard, more bones for the bone yard.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

We seek no ghosts, we seek what ghosts leave.

(Looks at his pocket watch, boarded his hearse wagon, rode into town, and his undertaker crew followed.)

FADE IN

INT. DUSK – HOTEL (Upstairs)

MATT HEMINGS

(Cleaned Up. He looked out the window, observed everyone, and wrote.)

POV

On the Saloon deck Saloon girls danced and sang, lured the people of Coltsville inside to drink and gamble. The towns untamed were all about. Street musicians jammed, and drunkards staggered.

V.0.

They are doing what they know best, live as if it were their last day. To do what they will do in time, their time and time again. This was the American Frontier.

Seems no one thought of tribal Chiefs, or Holy men of any men. They were celebrating Florida, Florida was theirs now. They were manifesting, pushing, making the west wild. This America was a toddler to other nations. Law and order were breaking down as it were being ordered up. Tensions were everywhere.

This town’s on life fire, and the pastures around the town filled with cattle were also filled with fox fires. The grass and horn tips glowed. What a beautiful site.

(MATT underlined that in his journal as he wrote)

(The grass and horn tips glowed. What a beautiful site. St. Elmos fires.)

FADE OUT

EXT. DAWN – OUTSIDE KINGERY BROTHEL

DR. ZANE SHULE walks out of the brothel, and SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE followed him, and shoots some bullets into the air. His deputies drag out the suicide corpses into the middle of the street.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Turns in a circle as a crowd watches him, shoots one more time.)

Extra-judicial punishment!

FADE IN

INT. DAWN – HOTEL ROOM

The outside ruckus awakes MATT.

MATT HEMINGS

(Looks out the window, and sees the lawmen ride away. Townsfolk walk up to all the bodies, and some bend over to get a closer look.)

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS & HIS GROUP OF UNDERTAKERS

(Load the bodies into wagons.)

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Rode her horse into the direction of the bookstore.)

MATT HEMINGS

I realize here I am in great peril. Groups of this, and gangs of that.

POV

Cow pokes rode by with twenty plus cattle. There was a knock on MATTS room door.

HOTEL MAID, a beautiful Spanish woman, curvy and short.

HOTEL MAID

Mr. Hemings I brought you your breakfast, and will be bringing you hot water into the bathing room. Here are your brushes you asked for and your newspaper. Extra candles too.

MATT HEMINGS

Thank you. I have a complaint. Walls are to thin, and seems to me, ignorance be thick. Slamming doors, and playing music in late hours.

HOTEL MAID

(Laughs)

I will tell LEROY, the HOTEL CLERK MR. PEARL.

MATT HEMINGS

Be there a print shop in town? Does Coltsville have a publisher?

HOTEL MAID

Yes, the Chinese run one on the end of Main street.

MATT HEMINGS

Thank you, food looks and smells grand.

HOTEL MAID

(Smiles.)

I will return when tub is full of hot lilac water.

MATT HEMINGS

Lilac water?

FADE IN

POVS

Dogs were barking and children we heard outside. Poor folk walked in front of a covered wagon. The ground was vibrating, a locomotive train could be heard.

FADE BACK

HOTEL MAID

(Smiles.)

Yes, you want the ladies don’t you. I think, hmm, Brackenridge & Fowler, but I am not sure where, maybe east of town. They run the local art gallery and theater down by Bear River. Follow the crick behind the hotel.

MATT HEMINGS

The west wouldn’t exist without women like you. What be your name?

HOTEL MAID

(Smiles)

MARCIA ROBBINS. You smell good, not like Mountain Men.

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughed.)

Happy to know there be no lice and seam squirrels, furthermore other bugs.

HOTEL MAID

We take heart in this place Mr. Hemings.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – LOCKWOODS BLACKSMITH SHOP

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

(Taking out a maleruption tooth of a sedated horse.)

You have a pack of wolf teeth in there young girl. No biting, because the upper tooth must go first. We going to go slow.

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Walks into the shop, and shoots a bullet at the bell, and it ricochets. Scaring FRANK and the horse.)

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

(Grabs a knife from the ground, and darts towards LEWIS.)

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Walks in with his gun out, and points it at FRANK.)

The bell for the Hospital Church the People call, and to the grave it summons all. For now on animals be your only means of dentistry. I will write a letter to the Revere Company also FRANK.

ELSY WHEELER & the LYTTON BOY

(Walk in the shop, and she looks at everyone.)

Sheriff don’t you have bootleggers to harass. There are trails all over my cattle ranch. I have been thinking, thinking to be a Detective of this county. Not private if needed.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Looked at her pistol.)

ELSY WHEELER

I am not bluffing. I hear the affairs from mouths, and they want a feeding.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Looked at LEWIS, and FRANK.)

I meant what I said Frank.

(He walked out looking at Elsy, and Lewis followed.)

ELSY WHEELER

I don’t sleep much. I rest speaking my mind.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

You are going to get yourself killed.

ELSY WHEELER

You think I am alone. We have PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN. All will be cozy. She’s a fortune teller you know.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – HOTEL BATH ROOM

MATT HEMINGS

Here’s two dollars. Must have soap. Keep the change.

HOTEL MAID MARCIA ROBBINS

(Smiles)

Thank you, you are not like these dudes around here. I will have newspaper for you every morning. Ready to shave you.

MATT HEMINGS

(Undresses, climbs in the tub, and reads his paper as Marcia mixed the lather.)

Thanks, never will be either.

(PAPER READ: 4 found Dead on Greenbrier Road. Was it an act of Vigilance? The town must ask, Did the Vigilante strike KINGERYS BROTHEL Or did 6 Women Commit Suicide?)

HOTEL MAID MARCIA ROBBINS

Some people here are very bad. Be careful here.

MATT HEMINGS

I am with the do-gooders.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – CHURCH CEMETERY

PREACHER DUNN

You have been busy since Christmas Day of last year.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

Been busy since I was a boy. I still use my great grand daddys’ lantern and shovel. Not no community thing you know, round here.

PREACHER DUNN

I’ll be ringing the bell for you.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

I don’t look over my shoulder Preacher Dunn. I get the job done. My hands carried every stone, most dug by hand, and stacked over yonder by the barn. My back stack. My mausoleum material. I know human mortality more than you. I also unearthed every unmarked grave on this property.

PREACHER DUNN

What are you thoughts about these gals?

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

I knew them all, and they knew me. All I can say. When you are a sinner, you are a sinner. We are going to need a train load of charcoal. Winter’s coming.

PREACHER DUNN

Rex, you can break sin, like you break frost.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

Is that so?

PREACHER DUNN

(Looked at him, and walked away.)

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – HOSPITAL ROOF TOP

ASHER TOWN

We have no yellow fever here as of yet, only God fever, passerbys.

BANKER THOMAS GREENWOOD

And those we should treat with royalty so they return, strikingly luckily.

ASHER TOWN

I understand.

BANKER THOMAS GREENWOOD

A new batch of Taveau silver mixed with mercury came in on the train.

ASHER TOWN

This is not a population of great thinkers.

BANKER THOMAS GREENWOOD

I have to meet with farmer CLAY PEABODY later today. Come to the bank at noon, and I’ll pay you another third.

ASHER TOWN

I won’t let any of this crack. Thanks for this chain transaction, this delivery cycle will be concealed.

BANKER THOMAS GREENWOOD

Asher get with Jackson, a revenge is at hand. He will be sweeping the nation. We will be rewarded. You use TnT, and I also use TnB, threats and bribery.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – FORTUNE TELLER HOME

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN, beautiful in every way, sandy blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was a master at accents.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Deputy why do you congregate on the side of my home, and when someone rides by you getty up, and go? You are wasting tax payers money. If you want to spend some money wisely come inside, and let me the Coltsville gypsy tell you about fortunes from my lipsy.

(Winks.)

I will be gentle as golden dreams.

DEPUTY

(Walks up to MARY.)

You have my interest. I like overflowing gold coins. I like unseen knowledge.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

(Touches his collar, and smiles.)

DEPUTY

You are always busy.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Yes, and something tells me. I won’t know how to say stop with you.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – GENERAL STORE

MATT HEMINGS

I want to telegraph Chicago. Do you also do heliographic communication, and smoke signals.

MR. TEMPLE & SON

(Laughs.)

Write out your message sir.

MATT HEMINGS

Thanks. Interested in your books, and ink.

MR. TEMPLE & SON

You a geographer or surveyor?

MATT HEMINGS

Yes, but for the funny papers. Hope of salvation. Literary historian. Down to earth though, how I was weaned.

TEMPLES SON

I will show you where the books are. We have a book room. New shipment will come by train next week. New books we have are, David Thomas, Travels Through the Western Country Ohio Indiana Map West Frontier. Memoirs, of John Evelyn, John Watkins, and James Caulfield.

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Sat in the book room reading a book.)

MATT HEMINGS

(His heart began to beat faster.)

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Looked over her book of English fashion, and eye flirted with Matt.)

TEMPLES SON

I will bring you coffee on us, since you are new, and write out your telegraph to Chicago sir?

(Looks at Matt questioning his name.)

MATT HEMINGS

Matt Hemings.

TEMPLES SON

Byron.

CHRISTINA BURZ

This country going to panic over nickles and dimes. They’re fighting over Goldie Locks, not know that is me.

(Laughs)

I do like sharp loans. Are you a farmer Mr. Hemings?

MATT HEMINGS

A rugged writer, and historian.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Farmers here are finding their land rising, unlike other areas, dropping. Can I sit with you, I liked to be spun like a mill.

MATT HEMINGS

(Writing his message.)

Yes, feel comfortable.

CHRISTINA BURZ

A bottle of Pine Top whiskey would do that. Liquid infrastructure.

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughs, and his heart beat began to beat faster.)

CHRISTINA BURZ

I am a federal power historian of sorts.

(Laughs.)

Share of the spoils.

MR. TEMPLE

(Takes MATTS message, and brings whiskey.)

CHRISTINA BURZ

You seem to be looking for honey, and as well as some bear to save you.

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughs)

CHRISTINA BURZ

You have a room at the Pearl. Let’s go there.

MATT HEMINGS

No need to persist. I have disolved.

CHRISTINA BURZ

I am a fire the oceans waters can not put out. I am a Virginian. I know what I want.

MR. TEMPLE

(Listens and watches them.)

V.O.

Only the seas of blood.

ELSY WHEELER came in the store, as MATT gives MR. TEMPLE money and his message. CHRISTRINA, and him leave.

ELSY WHEELER

Mr. Temple who is that man with her?

MR. TEMPLE

Seems law biding. Mr. Matt Hemings.

ELSY WHEELER

I have a message to Washington D.C. Kansas like us, about ready to kill the banks.

MR. TEMPLE

We are like the three monkeys, see, hear, and speak no evil. Farmers have lowered their prices with me, but I have to raise my prices to float.

ELSY WHEELER

Our secret, we will kill the bank.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – BARBER SHOP

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Reading the newspaper.)

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

(Walks in.)

Nearly six sets. Most are good, and I am not concerned about the prices of cotton and grain. I like folly, this is how I make money. Putting bodies in the ground, and their teeth in your hands. The countries music has stopped playing, except for here. Acres, gold and silver, and everyone here going to get you rich, and me richer.

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

Going to be a painful hangover for most.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

Grass of the grasshopper Lewis.

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Laughs)

That’s good, real good. What’s also good, is, political junkies who cut their teeth watching statesmen sit side by side and politely debate the issues of the time. Economic fault lines have opened, and cracked teeth, and cracked mirrors are going to make us rich. We have to stay small.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

Nine million people in the U.S.A., and many are born and die everyday. This depression will rhyme, and we are going to have to be on time.

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Laughs)

I love a crisis. Teeth and cash circulation. Legit goods.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

Better than a book or a play.

A slight tremor was felt, shaking up the town.

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

That there, if nay stronger would stir the crop and pot.

(Laughs)

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Hands REX a bag of gold.)

What about jewelry?

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

You know where to find me.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – COLTSVILLE

CHRISTINA BURZ & MATT HEMINGS walked to the hotel. She noticed Matts limp.

MATT HEMINGS

Did you know most spouses cheat on their spouses during war time?

CHRISTINA BURZ

Yes, I went to church. Do you go to church? Why did you ask me that?

MATT HEMINGS

Seems no one be loyal.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Wood and lumber is where the work is at here in Coltsville, and real estate.

MATT HEMINGS

Power or liberty?

CHRISTINA BURZ

Great question.

MATT HEMINGS

What do you do for a living?

CHRISTINA BURZ

If I told you, I’d have to kill you. Allies are allies, on a even keel, and a mutual spirit. All I can say.

A crazy tall black man ran up to them, and tackled Matt to the ground.

MATT HEMINGS

Let me up, and what are you doing?

BLACK MAN

(Looked at Matt good.)

I am sorry I thought you were someone else.

MATT HEMINGS

(Got up, and the man walked away, so they walked on. Three lawmen seen this ordeal, and rode up to them with their fire arms pointing at Matt.)

LAWMAN

Why did you assault that man?

MATT HEMINGS

I did not. He assaulted me.

LAWMAN

(Got closer to MATT, very close. As so did the other two lawmen, aiming their guns at MATT.)

MATT HEMINGS

(Keeled over in a martial arts stance, and was about to take the lawmans rifle.)

I can make this green grass sticky red!

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Rode up to the confrontation.)

Arms down. He means it, back down. He is un-armed. What is your name, and why are you here in Coltsville? Where are you two going?

MATT HEMINGS

Matt Hemings, and yesterday I moved here to live. To dine, and then my hotel room.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Be on your way, and you LESTER, get back home.

(Black man walked home.)

MATT HEMINGS

Do you know that man?

CHRISTINA BURZ

Perhaps, fe’s on drugs, and a foot soldier for local dealers.

(Drinks some whiskey, and passes it to MATT.)

MATT HEMINGS

(Drinks.)

What do you think the future’s going to be like?

CHRISTINA BURZ

Hopefully not a lot of horse shit. People here don’t want to improve themselves, and our country is all about that.

When they came upon the hotel, a man was on the stairs playing a wooden flute.

DR. PIERRE SAPPINGTON

(Starred at her chest as he talked to Christina.)

You two look as though you are enjoying the day. Let me get out of your way.

(Gets up.)

I am the knew Doctor in town, and will be running the new hospital with Dr. Shules.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Thank you Sir.

MATT HEMINGS

Matt Hemings, and this be Christina Burz. I am a writer, and she is a mystery.

(Shook hands.)

DR. PIERRE SAPPINGTON

(Laughs)

Beauty is a mystery. I love music, and Greek Poetry. I also love killing fevers, except love fever, so let me move on, and you two can carry on.

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughs.)

CHRISTINA BURZ

Welcome to Coltsville.

PIERRE SAPPINGTON

Thank you Madam, nice place for a young physician to start.

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Smiles.)

Doctor Sappington this town is growing, and your hands and time’s going to be full.

DR.PIERRE SAPPINGTON

That’s why the hired me darling.

(Walks away playing his flute.)

CHRISTINA BURZ

I go to the Omaha lodge for medicine woman, smoke great medicine, and sing chants. Look the Kingery brothel is back in business.

POV

Railroaders red lighten lanterns were on the porch of the brothel.

MATT HEMINGS

Let’s go inside the Hotel room.

V.0.

I should go about this a different way. I like this woman a lot. I don’t want to drink. It’s my flaw.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – CHURCH TOWER

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

Last of the ten bells, and the smallest one. They call it a curfew bell.

PREACHER DUNN

We are going to need it.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

I brought extra wheels, stays and sliders. Let’s go to the chiming apparatus, and teach each other to peal the bells.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – COLTSVILLE

The new church bells sound away, nearly everyone in town and around hear the bells, most come outside the hear better.

FADE TO & FRO & TO

MR. TEMPLE and BYRON

Creme de la crème. She really does have her own unique and beautiful tone. Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells Bells, bells, bells, bells.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Either enemy is attacking or it is warding off the enemy. Not the Bells of Notre-Dame de Paris, good enough though.

NEWSPAPER MAN

(Taking notes and photographs.)

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS & GROUP OF UNDERTAKERS

(Stop digging graves to hear the bells.)

THE GREENWOODS, DR. ZANE SHULE & ASHER TOWN

(Step outside the bank to hear the bells.)

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Looks out of the barber shop window.)

THE BELLS

Awake Coltsville, hauntingly beautiful.

MATT & CHRISTRINA

(Open the hotel window.)

MATT HEMINGS

You sure are a looker.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Prime cut honey.

FADE OUT

EXT. NIGHT – COLTSVILLE

POV

An owl hooted, cattle rested, horses on watch, and wild camels walked on the lands of Coltsville.

FADE IN

INT. NIGHT – JAIL CELL

MATT HEMINGS

(Awakes in a jail cell, confused.)

JAILER

Time to take a photograph. This way we know who you are, and reward collecting if any one day.

MATT HEMINGS

What, what am I in here for?

JAILER

Disturbing the peace, and harassing a deputy.

MATT HEMINGS

What?

JAILER

You were drunk. Claiming a woman stole your address book, and demanding him to find it, and you passed out. I will be taking you to see the judge later.

A photograph was taken, and the Jailer gave Matt a plate of food.

MATT HEMINGS

(Ate his food.)

SALVADOR, a big Hispanic with a star tattoo under his left eye.

SALVADOR

Why are you in here? You look like a murderer.

MATT HEMINGS

Disturbing the peace.

SALVADOR

Nice. What are you others in here for?

(Three other inmates, said they were in there over domestic charges.)

JAILER

Anthony, and Salvador your turn to see the Judge, so turn around.

ANTHONY, a big half breed American Native and Irish man, more threatening than Salvador once one looked closer at him.

ANTHONY

I have a back injury, so cuff me in the front.

JAILER

I can’t do that.

ANTHONY

You will regret that.

SALVADOR

Asshole, once we get out of here, we are coming to your house for dinner.

ANTHONY

(Laughs)

And we are going to sue you, and this town.

SALVADOR

The Judge isn’t going to like that, and the Judge going to fire you.

A black man prisoner looked at Anthony.

ANTHONY

Don’t be looking at me hard nigger. I am not the one who makes you bail cotton. I don’t have cotton for you.

BLACK MAN

Don’t let me catch you out there bandito on a cattle drive. I will black wash you, and turn you into dog food.

JAILER

Shut up!

(Cuffs them both, and brings them to court.)

MATT HEMINGS

(Lays down, pondering what happened.)

FADE OUT

INT – DAY – BLACKSMITH SHOP

ELSY WHEELER

Frank I sent out information to Washington D.C., and an outside newspaper.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

Let’s hope Mr. Temple is on our side.

ELSY WHEELER

You have me worried.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

The world is full of horse shit artists Elsy.

(Kisses, and holds her.)

FADE IN

INT. DAY – JAIL

ANTHONY

Cocaine. Oh ya, that stuff there, I put it on my best gun, and she was like a fish, doing them lips, sucking all of it up. Them gals love it.

SALVADOR

Yeah, any of you all need any, look for me in the Saloon.

ANTHONY

When you find your address book, you should beat her down.

SALVADOR

Hopefully her coochie wasn’t fishy, hairy and tasted like pennies.

JAILER

Hemings, let’s go!

The jailer cuffs Matt, and takes him to court.

JAILER

Those men are insane, and dangerous. Stay away from them. Do you hear me?

MATT HEMINGS

(Matt looked up at the Jailer, because his voice changed a little but different.)

Yes.

JAILER

The judge will drop charges. Listen to me, drinking disturbs the thinking. You think you think well while under drink, but you don’t. I deal with drunks everyday. Some woman are bad, stay away from them.

FADE IN

EXT. NIGHT – RAIL YARD

Two rabbits run out of the woods, and across the railway tracks.

ONE RAILROADER

Two cars of lumber to Boston, one to Chicago.

Railway men were loading lumber on a train car, and one walked near the wagons to where ANTHONY & SALVADOR were there making a drug deal with one.

VIGILANTE

(Comes silently and quick around wagon of lumber towards the two bandito drug dealers. The railroader sees the Vigilante, and has no time to warm the banditos. The Vigilante shoots the railroader in the throat.)

Curtains up. I am Mr. Harmony, a man of light. You can’t foil me, you’re classification now, is alive, alive in hell. Curtains down, town worms.

(With no time to defend themselves the Vigilante slices up ANTHONY & SALVADOR, and sneaks off into the darkness of the night.)

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – HOTEL

MATT HEMINGS as he walked in he over heard many conversations in the thin walled hotel. Kill this person, beat up this one, rob this one and people having sex, furthermore news of the Coltsville Vigilante &c etc.

HOTEL MAID MARCIA ROBBINS

Good Morning Mr. Hemings. I brought you breakfast, and your newspaper. Sorry to hear about your rough night. As I said, be careful. If you have to make a telegraph today, best do it early because the whole town will be there over banks going bankrupt, and calling in loans all over the nation. People are afraid they will loose their properties to foreclosure. Rumors are, the sheriff and other officials, with two principal creditors are appearing on peoples door steps.

MATT HEMINGS

Okay, and I am sure they will take all, except the clothes people stand in.

HOTEL MAID MARCIA ROBBINS

Good news is, the Vigilante came to Coltsville again.

MATT HEMINGS

(Opening the newspaper.)

I read, and thank you Marcia.

(Gives her a tip.)

Oh Philadelphia, scientifick mudpuppies, and publick uneducated vandals. I have to keep my head down, although up, and focus on my leather stocking series. Time will bury you Hemmings if you are not clever. I must be distinguishable, a diamond in a dunghill.

(Spoke as he wrote.)

V.O.

Our generation, and yours will be struck, and when will we accept what we bleed? All is not lost though, and even if it was? We, and the next generation will have a good ride, and perhaps those who come after us will take a note and everyone is wiser for it.

Todays news, 14 people dead by the hand of the Vigilante, and he left a note. I am coming for the four fangs of evil of this town.

Oh yes, my telegraph request, and a horse shoe. Good omen, bad omen, only God knows, maybe God be the Vigilante? Oh yes, my address book?

POV&S

Chaos could be heard in the Pearl hotel lobby. Matt opened his door, and briefly listened.

PUPILS

This place has no future. Why are you so suspicious? You are crazy. The future is wheat, cotton, tobacco, and corn. We are people,and we are going to stay. You are stupid.

MATT HEMINGS

(Silently closes the door.)

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – MAINS STREET – COLTSVILLE

MR & MRS. GREENWOOD the bankers of Coltsville were riding in a stagecoach into town. The coach stopped in front of the bank, because someone painted the word ‘SHAME’ on the banks front door.

ELIZABETH GREENWOOD

Thpmas it looks as though you have a different kind of bad bad tooth. No vanity left, and you will struggle to regain clients’ and regulators’ trust. How many bars of gold have you offered your wealthy clients Thomas?

BANKER THOMAS GREENWOOD

(He gets out of the stagecoach.)

Go put a tooth in your mouth, that I paid for.

ELIZABETH GREENWOOD

Clean up your own messes. Always knew something stank in Coltsville. Have fun with the People of Coltsville, and hope the Federal Reserve don’t come a storming into town. This town has been waking up to madness, and I am interested in your alibis. Drive driver.

POV

Stage coach rides off to the Dentist/Barber appointment.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – GENERAL STORE

Mr. Temples’ son Byron rung the cash register as fast as he could for the people in line with merchandise. The town of Coltsville was in an uproar. MR. TEMPLE working the telegraph as people inside the store were talking loud, and he heard as he worked as fast as he could to suffice.

PUPILS

What’s going to happen to the sawmill? What’s going to happen to the flour mill? Does this mean the railroad cafe will close? You are out of gun powder!

Mr. TEMPLE

(Looks at Byron.)

Keep doing what you are doing?

In the back of the store ELSY WHEELER and PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN were conversing.

ELSY WHEELER

Who’s the royalty of the card table here in town?

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

I can find out for you. Did you know the children of Coltsville are putting coins on the grave stones of the Vigilante victims?

ELSY WHEELER

Why?

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

So a curse doesn’t come upon them.

ELSY WHEELER

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE can’t find any evidence as I gather evidence upon him.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Maybe this person is good, our night watchman.

ELSY WHEELER

What makes you think this person is a man?

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Great question.

ELSY WHEELER

I am going to add more strain to SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE PAUL WALLACE.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

We are magnificent agents. Maybe this Vigilante is from a surrounding town?

ELSY WHEELER

The mayor of Coltsville is away on vacation in his own house.

A crew of electricians were in the cafe section too, one spoke.

ELECTRICIAN

Oh for John Henry. I will help with the telegraphs, this horseshit will delay the night light ceremony this weekend.

MATT HEMINGS walks into the general store.

BYRON

(Smiles.)

Good Morning Mr. Hemings, we have your book, The Life and Morals of Jesus of Nazareth, sent by Mr. Abler himself. Also a Chicago reply.

MATT HEMINGS

Thank you. I need a horseshoe, and some Cactus wine.

MR. TEMPLE

We have Cactus wine, but you can get a horseshoe from FRANK LOCKWOOD, at his shop at the end of main street.

MATT HEMINGS

Posterity for me today.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE, and the deputy that MATT had an incident with walked into the store.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Matt, we need to speak with you. Come outside with us.

Everyone in the store witnessed this. ELSY WHEELER and PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN looked at each other, and raised their eyebrows. A Wells Fargo U.S. mail wagon pulled up as they walked outside.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – BARBERSHOP

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Opens his shop, and the Vigilante was sitting in his barber chair.)

I like your hat Sir. How can I help you?

VIGILANTE

I let myself in, and I came to introduce you to a myth. I am a folklorist, and I want to tell you about a hole, and about fire, furthermore ravens and rodents are on their way. They came to me for help.

(Gets up, and punches LEWIS KELLS in the mouth. He speaks as he drags Lewis into a back room. In that back room, the floor boards have been pulled up, and a hole large enough for a body to lay in was dug.)

Do you feel any wings yet? To many people have gave their last nickels. So now you are going to have to surrender your hoarded goods. An exchange for say, lifeblood. An exchange, a change. Do you feel inflation yet? Unlike good people, you won’t turn into gold. Maybe I should be an enterprise, global.

BARBER LEWIS KELLS struggles as the Vigilante ties up Lewis, and slings him in the hole. A hole filled with oil shale. The Vigilante struck a match, threw it in the hole, and the fire began, burning the clothes, and so on. The Vigilante walked out the door, and the shop caught on fire.

MRS. ELIZABETH GREENWOOD

(Walked towards the shop as the stagecoach road away.)

THE VIGILANTE

Madam, Mr Kells is being forced to be burned up with remorse as of now. I would not go inside the shop.

MRS. ELIZABETH GREENWOOD

Who are you?

VIGILANTE

A good Samaritan. MRS. Greenwood, I would advise you to begin, a chain of love mail.

MRS. ELIZABETH GREENWOOD runs away, as the Vigilante gets on his horse, and rides away.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – OUTSIDE THE GENERAL STORE

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE and MATT HEMINGS walk, and a deputy follow.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

I found your address book. Why are you here in Coltsville?

MATT HEMINGS

Tjanks. To make a home, and write.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

What do you write?

MATT HEMINGS

A little bit of everything. I do not write anonymously as many do. I have nothing to hide. Hiding to me is ridiculous. I burn on my own coals, and am not afraid to do so. I judge not others, so that my spirit be free. Admiration Sir. Have you seen Miss Burz?

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

No I have not.

Another deputy rode up fast, and spoke.

DEPUTY

Paul the barber shop is in flames. Seems the Vigilante has struck in daylight, and Mrs. Greenwood is in shock.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Looks at Matt.)

I have no more questions.

(Looks at the other deputy, they get to their horses, and ride away.)

POV

ELSY WHEELER & PRAIRIE MARIE has been watching this, they look at each other, and they leave the General Store. Matt returns in for his book, and Cactus Wine.

PUPIL

You are out of gun powder!

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – FARM

COLTSVILLE FARMER WILLIAM CALL walks into his farm house.

WILLIAM CALL

James Monroe is the problem. Thomas Jefferson warned, we are to be ruined by paper, as we were formerly by the old Continental paper. Two years later, he asserted that we are under a bank bubble that would soon burst. William Jones did not take steps to regulate the nation’s currency, doled out huge loans that fed speculation and inflation. He also kept lax watch over state banks, where fraud and embezzlement created this chaos.

FAMILY

What do we do Pa? Davy Crockett said the whole banking system as nothing more than a species of swindling on a large scale.

WILLIAM CALL

There are two sets of rules. One for the elite and one for everyone else. So we have to create our own.

FAMILY

Give a man a gun, and he can rob a bank. Give a man a bank, and he can rob the world.

WILLIAM

Farmers rule, whoever owns the food makes the gold rulers starve. Leveling the field. A mans word is his bond. We will stay on this farm, regardless.

FAMILY

Ya Pa don’t let them in. What about CLAY PEABODY Pa?

WILLIAM

(Looks down in anger.)

He, I guess will feed the rich, and we will feed the poor.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – MATTS HOTEL ROOM

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Laying naked in Matts bed as he returns from the store.)

Make love to me, for better or worse, bring fire to my fireplace, man of feeling, make love to me, make me warm. I want a child.

MATT HEMINGS

(Smiles.)

Yes, beautiful, full of passion you are. Yes, let’s be, as where a day shall feel like a week, and a week will be, of this love day.

(Matt puts the do not knock sign on the door knob, closes the door, and undresses.)

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – BANK

ASHER TOWN & MR. GREENWOOD were in the bank office.

MR. GREENWOOD

We won’t have to worry, so let’s see how they will rebound. Let’s eat breakfast, and I will tell you how to be the eyes and ears on this investment. Spreading the American dream.

ASHER TOWN

The power to tax is the power to destroy. Jackson will tell the people what they want to hear.

VIGILANTE

(Walked in the office.)

Do not make any fast stupid moves to protect yourselves. The farmers trusted you. I do not! How about this nightmare? I came to stop the bleeding. I am here at the source. I will be the one getting away with murder. You two are going to have to dance to this music I am playing. The name of the score is, taking out the trash, and when your head hits the floor the nation with sing the song.

(Shoots them both in the throat, walks out the front door of the bank, gets on his horse and rides away.

Two more fangs to go! The lower fangs!

(A bank teller crawls into a corner.)

FADE IN

INT. DAY – BLACKSMITH SHOP

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

Bold and bloody it is. This has to be a a person that is a anti-foreigner.

ELSY WHEELER

Or has faith in the sovereignty of the people. The U.S. Marshalls are coming.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

They better bring lots of money. I own this shop. I do every job myself. I borrow nothing. I breed, and grow my own food.

ELSY WHEELER

You have character and reputation, and that’s why I love you.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

The military enlistment numbers will go up.

ELSY WHEELER

The are turning this country into a card table.

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

Hoard the gold, and put money in things that actually turn a decent profit. Nothing good comes easy. Bartering, will always be the way to go. I bet two hundred years plus from now, people will have to come back to this, and this eras wisdom.

ELSY WHEELER

I can’t even fathom that Frank. I would rather help those who are struggling to improve themselves. What about the Judge Wood?

BLACK SMITH FRANK LOCKWOOD

He’s so crooked, he could swallow nails and spit out corkscrews. You don’t see him out here in this emergency.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – CHURCH

POV

People gathered in, and outside of the Church. People born, and raised in this Church, by blood and marriage.

PREACHER DUNN

Fear not the world!

(Read Genesis 34)

Three days later, while all of them were still in pain, two of Jacob’s sons, Simeon and Levi, Dinah’s brothers, took their swords and attacked the unsuspecting city, killing every male. They put Hamor and his son Shechem to the sword and took Dinah from Shechem’s house and left. The sons of Jacob came upon the dead bodies and looted the city where their sister had been defiled. They seized their flocks and herds and donkeys and everything else of theirs in the city and out in the fields. They carried off all their wealth and all their women and children, taking as plunder everything in the houses.

POV

The Jailer and his family were there in prayer. The Judge, and The Mayor were there, and their families too. Some people in the pews stared at the mayor, in anger, why was he here, and not out there controlling the chaos. The undertaker REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS was there too, standing in the back, and the Jailer every once in a while looked back at him. REX had more bodies to move, V.I.P. Bodies.

PREACHER DUNN

Then Jacob said to Simeon and Levi, You have brought trouble on me by making me obnoxious to the Canaanites and Perizzites, the people living in this land. We are few in number, and if they join forces against me and attack me, I and my household will be destroyed. But they replied, Should he have treated our sister like a prostitute?

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – BANK

Sheriff PAUL WALLACE, deputies, DR. ZANE SHULE, and the Newspaper man stood outside the Bank.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

He likes to shoot them in the throat, and burn them alive.

DR. ZANE SHULE

He knows things we don’t.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Looks at the deputies.)

NEWSPAPER MAN

Seventeen dead, what can I report to flush him out.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Maybe falsify an apprehension.

DR. ZANE SHULE & DR. SAPPINGTON

How would that stop this?

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

The teller said, He said, two more fangs to go, the lower fangs.

NEWSPAPER MAN

Interesting, he’s calling his victims teeth.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Report what happened, nothing else as of yet. I need info on all train arrivals, and departures. Locations from and to. Deputies, one of you to stand post there. Also one at the General store, and watch for who seems suspicious making telegraphs.

FADE IN

NEXT DAY

POV

People of Coltsville read their morning paper.

The Vigilante Strikes in Daylight.

Three more dead, a total of seventeen.

The people of Coltsville need to be on watch

Vigilance is a crime!

INT. DAY – GENERAL STORE

MR. TEMPLE

(Reading the paper, as his son is facing, and stocking the shelves. Outside the store CRAZY LESTER is gathering stones from the road, and making stacks of rock piles.)

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Comes into the store, and gets some coffee.)

Mr. Temple I need to know the correspondences of Mr. Applegate, Mr. Fanning, Mr. Goldstien, and Mr. Rabenwitz. Most of all, put yourself in my boots, and tell me something suspicious of folks that may indicate who this Vigilante is.

MR. TEMPLE

This town is full of foul people, not many friendships. Fire and flame, and many hide knives under their pillows. Even me, and if you are looking to me to find the nature of a madman, then I suggest go to the theater play. King Lear is showing there. In my opinion this person is one of your companions.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

(Was in the back having coffee, and walks and talks.)

There is a curse upon the land

Caused by a greedy, and unlawfulness hand

So who is it who spoils the hash?

Who declares themselves violent and rash?

What be the notion of a President?

Who all feels this carnage and element?

Who pays for this, tit for tat?

God knows, and thank God for that

God who sees all unguarded time

God who sees all un-moral crime

So who knows what is on each others mind?

Who is this violent temper of kind?

BYRON

(Applauded.)

The weight of this sad time we must obey. Speak what we feel, not what we must say. The oldest hathe born most. We that are young, shall never see so much, nor live so long.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

At least here we know the press is not corrupt.

MR. TEMPLE

Not as yet. I do not read anything that would help you Sheriff, and if I do, I shall seek you. Also I can not lend a hand in the next election.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Election of what?

MR. TEMPLE

The presidency. I find it another curse upon this country. None are no Washington.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Thank you all for your time, and entertainment. Good Day.

(As the Sheriff walked out, a brief but stronger earthquake began, knocking things off of the shelves.)

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Looked at CRAZY LESTER, and back at the store, got on his horse, and rode away.)

CRAZY LESTER

(Re-stacked his rock piles.)

FADE OUT

INT. NIGHT – OPERA HOUSE THEATER

Actors rearrange stage props from the earth shaking, and continue the play.

MATT HEMINGS & CHRISTINA BURZ were in the theater laughing because they enjoyed the shaking from the earthquake, and they began again enjoying Shakespeares’ King Lear, where the King divides the kingdom, snubs daughter, goes mad, there’s a storm, and everyone dies. They sat there amazed, and felt too, the heart, and motivations of Cordelia, and too disgusted by the power of greed.

MATT HEMINGS kisses CHRISTRINA.

FADE OUT

EXT. DUSK

POV- DRONE

The stretch from the bank where the bodies of MR.GREENWOOD & ASHER TOWN are to the Church Cemetery is about a mile.

FADE IN

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

(Took the back road to the cemetery, and the ground shifted some from the earthquake, and without notice Rex moved forward, and once the back of the wagon rode over the deep rut, one of the back wheels broke. Slightly angry, Rex slowed down the horses, and wagon. He got off the wagon to observe the damage.)

For heaven’s sake, I need my men. Grrr Bristol wheels.

(Rex kicks the broken wheel. He removed a horse from a harness, and rode to the cemetery where his men were digging graves for the two bodies in the back of the wagon.)

FADE OUT

EXT- DUSK – CHURCH CEMETERY

Two of Rexs undertakers are digging graves.

VIGILANTE

(Rode his horse to where they were, and got off. He slid his sword slowly through his black gloved fingers, and walked towards the two. The two grave diggers, looked at each other, and fisted up their shovels.)

FADE BACK IN

EXT- DUSK – BACK ROAD

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

(Making the turn closer to the cemetery.)

FADE IN

INT – DUSK – TRAIN

The Train from Washington D.C. To Chicago. Two United States Marshalls, and reporter from The National Intelligencer rode the train to Coltsville.

MARSHALL SKINNER, a tall, short blonde haired man with a trimmed thick mustache, once seen one could tell he was a man whom only resorted to violence when it was absolutely essential, but to be deadly efficient in its use as a last resort.

MARSHALL SKINNER

Illinois should not be in the banking business. They mismanage everything.

MARSHALL McDOWELL, a short stocky man, medium length dark haired man, with a goat-tee, once seen you could tell he was a worker, maybe a forty-niner, and seemed fearless, as though he has been shot a time or two.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

Private banks too.

SAMUEL SEATON

I am writing a book on Vigilantes of our time. This one is a lone wolf it seems.

MARSHALL SKINNER

We can not trust anyone in Coltsville. Even the

well-respected and active in the affairs of their local community and state.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

Only get information from a woman named ELSY WHEELER & FRANK LOCKWOOD

We should be there on time in the morning.

FADE OUT

EXT- DUSK – CHURCH CEMETERY

The VIGILANTE and the two Gravediggers battle. REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS sees them, and rides faster to the confrontation.

FADE IN

EXT. DUSK – TOWN SQUARE

The town is preparing for the nightlight celebration. The sun is going down quick. People gather everywhere on both sides of the road on main street for this extravaganza.

EXT- DUSK – CHURCH CEMETERY

CRAZY LESTER is watching this from afar, jumping up, and down laughing.

The Vigilante toys with the Gravediggers. One gives away that REX is coming closer from behind, so the VIGILANTE pulls out his long gun, and shoots them both in the throat, and he runs to his horse, gets on, and charges at REX.

REX slows down, pulls out a gun. The Vigilante diverts through the cemetery in the direction of the Church, and REX follows.

FADE IN

EXT. NIGHT – CHURCH

THE PREACHER

(Walking to the town square, and sees the Vigilante, and Rex in pursuit.)

THE VIGILANTE

(Riding fast right to town square, and the night is getting darker.)

THE PREACHER

(Runs back into the Church, racing to ring the Bells.)

REX ‘SPLINTER’ WATERS

(Gaining ground, closer he gets to the Vigilante.)

THE ELECTRICIAN

(Puts his hands on the street lights power level.)

THE PREACHER

(Gets his hands on the rope.)

THE VIGILANTE

(Turns on Main Street, and rides through the middle of the rode with his sword in hand, and long gun in the other.)

MR. TEMPLE & BYRON see the Vigilante first coming, then MATT & CHRISTRINA, REX comes around the corner in fast pursuit.

THE PREACHER rings the Church bells, at the same time THE ELECTRICIAN turns on the street lights. Everyone now sees THE VIGILANTE and REX riding right in front of them.

THE VIGILANTE

(Stops his horse, and turns it into the direction of REX. He lifts up his long gun, and goes into sniper mode in front of the whole town, and fires three shots into REX. Rex has no time, but to fall back off his horse, and into the dirt rode.)

THE SHERIFF, and deputies glimpse the end of this, and run to their horses at the back of the jail. The Vigilante rides closer to REX, and shoots him two more times, and rides way. The Church bells stop, and the town is in awe. The gossip begins to bite everywhere in Coltsville, and many are in awe of the new streets lights.

CRAZY LESTER is in front of the Church jumping up, and down laughing.

The PREACHER keeps ringing the church bells. The Lawmen, ride away looking for the VIGILANTE.

ELSY WHEELER, FRANK LOCKWOOD & PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN look at each other, and smile.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Look MATT, one side of the road are the CLAY PEABODYS farming family, and the other are the WILLIAM CALL farmer family. They all observed, and they all stare at one another. A showdown all its own, although they make the towns world show up.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – TRAIN STATION

Newspaper boy hustling newspapers. A deputy of the law sits on his horse watching people come to the station. Smoke of the steam train was seen from afar first, the ground shaking next.

PAPER BOY smiles, and looks at the ground, and smiles. The trains horn heard next as it slows down to stop at the station.

Newspaper reads 18 Dead, and Coltsville is a a Witness. Reward $10,000.00 for the Vigilante.

MARSHALLS SKINNER & McDOWELL, and REPORTER SAMUEL SEATON unboard the train, and FRANK LOCKWOOD, ELSY WHEELER, & PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN met them there with three horses. The Coltsville deputy witnessed this, and rode away to inform the Sheriff.

SAMUEL SEATON

Paper boy I will take three, and pay for five.

PAPERBOY

WOW, thank you Mister.

ELSY WHEELER

Gentlemen, I am Elsy Wheeler.

MARSHALL SKINNER

Miss Wheeler can we go somewhere private?

FRANK LOCKWOOD

Best to go to my shop. I have horses for you men.

ELSY WHEELER

Yes, there is good.

(All six got on horses, and rode away to the Lockwood shop.)

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – HOSPITAL

DR. ZANE SHULE & DR. PIERRE SAPPINGTON, and all of the construction workers were having a meeting, and Sheriff PAUL WALLACE rides up to them.

DR. ZANE SHULE

The workers agreed to finish without Asher Towns so this is the good news, but the bad news is, we have a flu epidemic in town too, and we have no where to place people.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

It was only days ago when the Doctor of this town went to peoples homes, and didn’t this town hire your person here, Mr. Sappington?

DR. ZANE SHULE

Yes.

The deputy from the train station rode up.

DEPUTY

Two U.S. Marshalls and another man came in town today by train. The train came from Washington D.C.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Looks at everyone, chews his tobacco, and spits on the ground.)

DR. PIERRE SAPPINGTON

I will take the house work, you Dr. Shule take care of the bodies, and the work here.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

There are Electricians in towm, get them a working here with us.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – ON A COLTSVILLE FIELD – PICNIC

MATT HEMINGS

Writing is such a painful life, lonely, and well I can not avoid it if I wish to. I enjoy it, it’s a calling, but yes, it has turned out that way, although I believe it be peaceful, and worth it. Actually it amazes me, and reading does more to that as well.

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Snuggles up to MATT on the blanket as he thumbs through pages of his writing.)

You should write about this town, and all this happening.

MATT HEMINGS

Yes beautiful.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – LOCKWOOD BLACKSMITH SHOP

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Yesterday narrows suspects down.

ELSY WHEELER

Mr. Seaton, and Marshalls

I had to message you all because this town could be givin up as dead. Even though death can all that happen to us. Maybe this shock is good for us? We need noble businessmen, and lawmen here. I can not believe all of this evil.

I was born the most trusting little person you ever saw. I was so naive it’s going to take me long to get on to what was going on here. This senseless faith I have in life and in people, humanity, anything what are the things, terrible things and yet not terrible, when I consider what I know has happened to so many other people and even people I know. My friends, these farmers. Members of my family, they have it worse. I suffer from what is the sense of betrayal of my belief being betrayed. We all here in Coltsville have been betrayed. I do not want to harden my soul.

(Began to cry.)

We are good and evil and there is such a thing they’re real and the activeness. Our whole life is a challenge to us which way which we will choose because we can’t choose a challenging and what do not be as evil as they are. I have enough evidence.

(Wipes her eyes.)

Look what’s happening to our country and it cannot be destroyed before it begins.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

We are not going to let it be destroyed. We are going to lose a great deal but we’re losing it now but you know this is the beginning of a millennium and the end of an old one and there are new things even the last ten years I have observed in just the human beings I know and people that I have known. Like you Miss Wheeler.

MARSHALL SKINNER

A good attitude toward everything in life is key and there are some new things coming I know you two see them. The world is not going to end with either a bang or a whimper.

SAMUEL SEATON

Seems to this Mayor has to go also, and you Miss Wheeler should run for Mayor after the Marshalls clean this town up.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

I would love that. Elsy would make a great Mayor of Coltsville.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Yes, I see it in the stars.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

Maybe we need two Sheriffs in Coltsville.

(The Marshalls look at each other.)

FADE IN

INT. DAY – SHERIFFS OFFICE

The mail man came in, and handed the Sheriff a letter, and left.

The letter read.

V.O.

Sheriff, I am asking you to turn yourself in for many things you have done in this town, or pay the consequences.

Siged, V

The Sheriff crumbles it up, and looks out the window.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – GENERAL STORE

Mr. Temple and farmers Mr. Call & Mr. Peabody engage in business talk.

MR. TEMPLE

I know you both need a fair return.

CLAY PEABODY

I am not a hobby farmer like Mr. Call. I can not afford to take a lose. I have been fending for a fair return.

(Mr. Calls blood began to boil.)

MR. TEMPLE

The both of you have convictions to the town and the Nations prosperity’s being bought at the both of your expense.

WILLIAM CALL

I have been fighting the cost-price squeeze, and our capita has been shrinking, unlike this pampered tyrant.

MR. TEMPLE

The both of you are primary producers of wealth.

WILLIAM CALL

There is no balance with supply and demand here with you Mr. Temple. I have more overflow, so I will have to take it somewhere else.

CLAY PEABODY

Send it abroad.

WILLIAM CALL

Are you ready to fight, like I do for my farm and family.

CLAY PEABODY

I will turn you into peanuts Mr. Call.

MR. TEMPLE

Alright, alight, listen, the both of you are bona-fide farmers here in Coltsville.

WILLIAM CALL

We will not need no bailout. Even so Congress, that let’s it all run on and on.

CLAY PEABODY

Do you want to sell your farm to me Mr. Call.

WILLIAM CALL

I had more than enough of your mouth.

(Punches Mr. Peabody in the mouth, and Mr. Temple steps in to stop anymore scrapping. Clay spits out a tooth, and blood.)

BYRON

(Looks at his father, and everyone in the store.)

FADE OUT

INT. NIGHT – CHURCH – WAKE

MRS. GREENWOOD, lawmen, and jailer, some town folk and a cousin of REX were the only people there.

THE PREACHER and his sermon for the Vigilante victims.

My Brethren, with Chirst by grace we are saved. Not by works of righteousness, which we have done, but according to his mercy we are saved, by the washing of regeneration, and the renewing of the Holy Ghost.

The Coltsville Newspaper man was there writing obituaries.

FADE OUT

EXT. NIGHT- TALLEST HILL LOOKING OVER COLTSVILLE

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(With his two deputies.)

One of you are the Vigilante.

They both look at each otherm say not word, and not flinch.

The horses they ride stand still, until POV on that horse that grins… And the horses know what shall be.

FADE IN

EXT. FORTUNE TELLERS HOME

PRAIRIE MARIE DIVIN

The dead are investigating themselves! See if your life line be a future!

And the autumn winds began to blow in Coltsville, and CRAZY LESTER jumped up, and down!

FADE IN

INT. DAY – LOCKWOOD BLACKSMITH SHOP

ELSY WHEELER

This person may feel he is against this town, and the world itself.

He believes his actions are protecting Coltsville, but so far, and good so far, this may not lead innocents getting hurt.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

The people of this town needs to stop promoting an us vs. them mentality.

ELSY WHEELER

The social contract is so strong here. No one cares about, no one takes the problem seriously, and then it works its way up the social scale.

Everyone is going to have to see their own fears.

SAMUEL SEATON

I am worried all of this will cause people to act irrationally. We as the republic are to be governed by reason and is therefore and all of this may stir up emotions on behalf of those who suffer and who therefore, potentially, can prompt people to act emotionally and irrationally.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

A new legislation, allows a person to claim self defense if you shoot someone you feel threatened by.

ELSY WHEELER

So we need to call for a town meeting about grief?

SAMUEL SEATON

Yes.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

Crying for ourselves rather for than the sufferer, blinds us to the causes of human suffering, keeps us from doing anything useful about preventing further occasions.

ELSY WHEELER
To bring out our best selves. Coltsville is our home.

EXT. DAY – RAILROAD

A mile north of the train station. A train derailed carrying gun powder, and it exploded. The ground quaked, and the waters of the Coltsville Bear River trembled. The wooden cars crumbled. People covered in blood walked around in shock. WILLIAM CALL heard this from his farm, and got on his wagon to help out on the scene. Bodies were burned beyond recognition from the steam of the bursting boilers, and gun powder bursts, many were crushed, dismembered and mutilated. People of Coltsville stopped what they were doing, and ran toward the sound. Bootleggers brought booze to comfort those who needed a drink. Many came to help, but many came to gawk.

Sheriff & Deputies, and Coltsville newspaper mans’ horses strode to the scene of the disaster as the US Marshalls, and D.C. Newspaper man stride to the scene also, and they see each other. The Power of the Marshalls moved onto to them to engage their power.

MARSHALL SKINNER

Sheriff Paul Wallace you have fine ol’ ugly mess on your hands here in Coltsville, along with this here massive fire, and we want to know how you and the Mayor are going to handle this, furthermore do not say a word until I say speak. We are U.S. Marshalls. Also the Mayor will be dealt with soon, because our information leads to his cowardliness, and incompetence. Seasons of this it seems. The luring scent of greed brings the scent of blood, leading to the scent of a jail cell.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

No exports and imports from and to Coltsville is going to shut this town down for a while, and you and your men, will, and must help find people to bury these bodies here, and all. Was the derailment caused by the Vigilante or Indians?

WILLIAM CALL and PREACHER DUNN came upon them.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

I know the Train Station has its own telegraph, and we must use it.

PREACHER DUNN

Spoke a prayer, and vomited from all the casualties seen along the railroad tracks.

SAMUEL SEATON and Coltsville Newspaper man meet, shake hands, and walk along the tracks talking to each other.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – COLTSVILLE ROAD

These three ladies walking to the railroad tracks.

ELSY WHEELER

I can tell you are a caring person Mrs. Greenwood. Unlike the evil people who run this town. I won’t let their bad deeds reflect upon you. Their career is to make this town safe, and prosperous, and they do not, they are brutal. I am angry but I won’t let this town become a horrible place, and I feel that you feel the same way.

MRS. GREENWOOD

(Listens and tears fall from her eyes as they get closer.)

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

The dead are investigating themselves.

MRS. GREENWOOD

(Sobs more, in account of her dead corrupted husband.)

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

We are upon an age of those who will give all, and receive little.

MRS. GREENWOOD

I don’t want to go crazy over this.

ELSY WHEELER

Join us in being defiant!

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Yes join us, this is going to be action fun. We will gather the cards.

ELSY WHEELER

We will stand our ground. We are first, and will be an example this town shall have. We are willing to pay the price, and make those responsible for this to pay more.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Our testimony in the west ceremony!

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – PEARL HOTEL

MATT HEMINGS

We must go to the train station too. I figured out who the Vigilante be, and I do not blame this spree. I am not going to tell you or anyone but write about him. God made it clear, I was born to write.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Do you love this country?

MATT HEMINGS

A patriot in the truest sense. History is stained with blood, and will be. The idea of America is a beautiful thing. I have love of mankind, and the joy of creation.

CHRISTINA BURZ

This town praises this person, a hero, so you think it’s a man. They will pay for his defense if caught.

MATT HEMINGS

The mayor here is a joke, right?

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Laughs.)

MATT HEMINGS

It be fair play, and I believe it is not revenge, or prejudice.

CHRISTINA BURZ

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughs.)

Right, we will never get abducted, because we are good people.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Do think people in the future would pay money to come back in time, to us?

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughs loud.)

Yes! The pain and chaos channeling through my pen. God found a ray in me, this moment to reflect the searing pain and sorrow in what people do, and will do to each other on earth over money. The power of love they will never know, it seems. Generations will be torn.

CHRISTINA BURZ

There is no such thing as anyone being ahead of their time, I believe. We are a gift, and some have gifts, and a lot comes down to respect for perspective. Seems you though Matt, clearly acknowledge the divine source.

POV

The wind came slowly, and strong, blowing the fires smoke through the beautiful army of trees.

MATT HEMINGS

A new slavery to material things is being born.

POV

A little ways back west on the Railroad Lester was stacking railroad rocks, unwanted ones tossed to the sides, and sung.

CRAZY LESTER

Ever hear of Angela and John

It was two hundred years ago beyond

Angela was like David

John as Goliath

It happened in Virginia

She was the beginning of Hope

He was the an eclipse

Talking about deep rooted prejudice

And will never end

One of the other will be an extermination

And that’s what other races want

People will not see this

But the outsiders looking in

Because this nation

Does not know how to master out sin

Something should have been handle before it begins

We are lucky to be alive

And everyday will be a battle

The abuse and use of good power

To be enslaved like a beast

And for centuries the shackles will rattle

Land Pyrates of

Negroes and Tobacco

Worse than hell

And new ways will come

And no one will tell

MATT & CHRISTINA

Walked up quietly behind in the grass to LESTER, and they listened to him without knowing.

AS LESTER RECITES HIS POEM, DEMONIC VERSIONS OF George Washington, Ben Franklin, Abe Lincoln, Andrew Jackson, Ulysses Grant, Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton, furthermore larger demons, McKinley, Grover Cleveland, Salman Chase, James Madison, and Woodrow Wilson stalk people of the U.S.A. Through different time warps, and reveals these evil grins… And treacherous deeds.

Demons will be of this paper money

It will reveal these demons faces

This stuff will give people an evil glow

And only love can tell, a false love will show

A new history many will NOT be able to escape from

Days of the new bloody sun

These men are immortal evil spirits

Will control peoples minds

By gamblers and preachers too blind

This will grow and grow

And in many ways will grow

Taking over peoples souls

Money will be a tool over fools

The new weather

188$ all together

Demons skins leather

Add’em up!

I can see the Future

MATT HEMINGS

(Applauds loudly, slightly startling Lester.)

Bravo, bravo Sir, you must be an Angel of sorts, I like that…

CHRISTINA

What are you a foot soldier for God?

LESTER

Yes I am mam.

MATT HEMINGS

I am a writer too. Let us walk into the other direction here on the railway tracks, and enjoy the beautiful world on both sides… Maybe we can find a place to swim.

LESTER

Yes, let’s.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – COURTHOUSE

A riot began in Coltsville.

RIOTERS

(SHOUTING.)

$atan Lovers, $atan Lovers

Dirty men, dirty politics, dirty laws,

and these law men have soul flaws.

They say they are stuck in the middle,

The middle of what?

The rich and the poor

Our lives are not a poker table or craps

This is tearing up Gods given souls

Gods given lands

Gods given hands

We see the camouflage

You are killing this nation before it begins

FADE IN

INT. DAY – COURTHOUSE

JUDGE & MAYOR

(Peeking out the window, hearing the angry crowd.)

JUDGE

This reminds me of colonial Mexico. Cases I have learned in school.

THE VIGILANTE

(Walked into the room.)

No time for the rack, the whip, or a trial. Surrender to the people of Coltsville or die here by my hand. Be noble or lower class.

JUDGE

Your voice, I know it, but can not place it.

THE VIGILANTE

I bet you do, I know justifiable homicide more than you, and I am sick of you. I deserve praise because I find the worst scumpants alive, and kill them. The town is now behind me, so I will turn myself in if you all do, and your sick lawmen around here too. You have two minutes to decide.

MAYOR

I will surrender.

JUDGE

We can’t.

THE VIGILANTE

Write a letter to your wives, and families, furthermore, write me a poem. Ode to the Vigilante.

(The Vigilante walks to the window, and the people of Coltsville see him, and stand in awe. He signals to be patient. The Judge and Mayor are disturbed as they try to write, they are deciding, thinking, and breaking down. He stands behind them with his gun pointing to the backs of their heads.)

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – STREET OUTSIDE COURTHOUSE

Townsfolk conversing, inquisitive about what to do, and the actions the Vigilante is taking.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – COURTHOUSE

THE VIGILANTE

Need some help on that poem. Maybe like I failed at respect, duty and impartiality in this black black robe. I am gutless like the banker that is dead. The Coltsvilles Vigilante is wise, with no tolerance eyes.

THE MAYOR

(Vomited.)

THE JUDGE

Just kill me, kill me.

THE MAYOR

Don’t kill me, I have family. I will go out there, and face the town.

THE JUDGE

(Jumped on the Mayor, and began to punch him.)

THE VIGILANTE

My poem is about political control, lawmen control, and all sorts of high crime criminals.

(Shouts out the window.)

The 18th Century is born EVIL! Grasp this, the ancient and the modern. Congress drunk you are becoming. Congress drunk!

(Looked out the window, and motioned for the people to come in, come up, and apprehend these two criminals. He waited a minute, walked out, and slipped out of the courthouse.)

The People of Coltsville storm into the room. The Judge finds a gun, shots the Mayor, and then himself before the people arrest them.

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – WOODS

THE VIGILANTE

(In prayer.)

I am a tired watchman. A toiled man. Forgive me God. All of my friends were friends until this new revolution, although I understand. Bloody white picked fences. The worlds waywardness, and now mine. Bummers upon bummers. I am trying to stop omens of the future. I should have stayed a farm hand. Lord what am I to do about the Rot-Gut Whiskey runners?

POV

Deer, and Turkey roamed around him.

Our town is not civil or quiet. These people are like stray dogs, and hogs. Good families are declining, and I feel they will for a long time. Good people feel they have no purpose, their good attitudes are dying, facts Lord. Sour, sour, sour. Things are bad, because of gutless leadership. This mess will never be fixed, it was designed and engineered on purpose by cruel and greedy men. I am trying for the people, all people, and will die for it. I am trying to out smart them, because this system will exploit them.

God this government are like most, prone to violence. These newspaper men are next God, next to learn. I took out many of the feared King George troops to enslave the American Colonists in the days before, and I will again. Fighting is the only solution for freedom. Nothing comes out of anything without losses or some sacrifices. Forgive me God!

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – ROAD TO COLTSVILLE

A Wells Fargo U.S. mail & Money wagon was riding into town, and a Coltsville deputy stopped them, and spoke in secrecy.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – TRAIN STATION

MARSHALL SKINNER & McDOWELL watch Sheriff PAUL WALLACE, and his men from the train station window.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

Are we going to apprehend them now, or use them for this disaster?

MARSHALL SKINNER

(Turned around, and looked at Elsy & Frank.)

Elsy I am going to deputize you as a U.S. Marshall, and you too Frank. I imagine they won’t go down easy. Train Station Master write down this message, and send it to Washington. Send a troop of the Calvary here to Coltsville. The Paul Wallace law enforcement here are engaged in all accusations. Surround the town, and send in men to me. We are going to engage now. We have no time to wait, this is a priority case.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

Elsy are you ready for this?

ELSY WHEELER

More than ever.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

We are going to lead them here, as to discuss these matters, and then a go. It is for the Federal courts. We are the longer arm of the law. Raise your right hands, and I am going to swear you in.

(Frank and Elsy were sworn in.)

Now this is one of the ropes you will learn. To apprehend Sheriff Paul Wallace now before he becomes a fugitive. After this we are going to have to engage in all public safety roles.

MARSHALL SKINNER

(Whistled for the Sheriff to come to the train station.)

If he resists, we are going to take his life.

ELSY WHEELER

Can I take off his tarnished badge, and spit in his face?

(Skinner looked at McDowell.)

MARSHALL McDOWELL

I can pass a Wheeler Act. It’s a common defense.

POV

Sheriff Paul Wallace tied a stick of dynamite to his backside forearm, pulled his coat over it, and lit a cigar. He walked towards the train station.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

Can I sharpen my ax? More commonly the skimmington ride, whereupon he to tie him backwards on a donkey, led through town facing a shower of urine, excrement rotten fruit, and to take a beating with sticks.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

No. No violence, unless essential.

MARSHALL SKINNER

He will be jailed, and taken to a Federal jail.

ELSY WHEELER

He’s coming, what is the amount of his award?

(They all laughed.)

FRANK LOCKWOOD

We can’t let his deputies get away.

The Marshalls looked at each other, and did not say a word.

Me, and Elsy are wearing iron plates I’ve made under our clothes Marshalls, may God be with you.

MARSHALL SKINNER

We have been in many true gun fights.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Walked in the train station, and looked at Elsy.)

It’s a great day to hunt, and it has to be men.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

Please have a seat Sheriff.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Happy to, so what’s on your mind?

The train station telegrapher walked out.

MARSHALL McDOWELL

Decency, and honesty. Most of all failed attempts of Peace here in Coltsville.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Smirked.)

The people here are immoral and parasitic. They have their own supplies and demands. To detect and control this town one would have to be a super sheriff. Like you, and your partner here. There are many super villains here. Taxes are high Marshall, and so are the stakes here in Coltsville. Shadow, shadows. You know baby-sitting crime is high here too. There is a mandate from Heaven, and one from Hell. Maybe you do not like theocracy but I do.

ELSY WHEELER

We must tax the rich, to help the working people and the poor.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

Never doubt the ability of humans to deceive themselves, and others.

ELSY WHEELER

Railroad taxes, and axes.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

(Looking nervous.)

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

God’s word already said this would happen. Then I saw another beast coming up out of the earth, and he had two horns like a lamb and spoke like a dragon. And he exercises all the authority of the first beast in his presence, and causes the earth and those who dwell in it to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed. He performs great signs, so that he even makes fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men.

(The sheriffs hand was quicker than their eyes, but not their ears. The fuse was lit.)

And he deceives those who dwell on the earth by those signs which he was granted to do in the sight of the beast, telling those who dwell on the earth to make an image to the beast who was wounded by the sword and lived.

(The fuse fizzed shorter, and closer to blast.)

FRANK LOCKWOOD

(Shot the sheriff in the head, ran towards Elsy, and the door.)

Elsy, and the Marshalls followed, and boom. The train station blew up, and they all hit the ground.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – COLTSVILLE WOODS

POV

The Vigilante seen this from the woods.

THE VIGILANTE

He was mine.

(Rode away into the woods.)

FADE OUT

EXT. DAY – COLTSVILLE BEAR RIVER

MATT HEMINGS

Do you think people care about the wisdom in the bible, like the Psalms, Proverbs, and various other valuable stories in the bible?

CRAZY LESTER

Seems people do not.

CHRISTINA BURZ

When people feel rigid they retreat.

MATT HEMINGS

What makes people feel rigid?

CHRISTINA BURZ

Money is an extreme force that puts people into damning predicaments.

CRAZY LESTER

As a society, it forces people to compete against each other.

MATT HEMINGS

Why can’t we go back to notched twigs to feathers and construction nails for debt or favour?

(Kisses Christina.)

We would need to move beyond the idea of exchange altogether. We need to imagine a world of equal access. A world where we all have access to healthcare, housing, and food, and even everything we consider leisure, advancement, entertainment and new wagons, and more importantly it would be a world that doesn’t require anything in exchange for them, a world where all of this, is free.

(Kisses Christina again.)

We all depend on each other and that we exist in a society that depends on us pitching in, and pushing it forward. All we need are things that hold social utility the things that are necessary for survival and that make life worth living. We need to be looking for ways to develop ourselves and society.

CRAZY LESTER

Resources fuel fear, the lack of. These lands and its natives, can feed the whole world. Talking about a common ownership, and democracy to where those resources should go and how.

MATT HEMINGS

We deserve to see ourselves as something more. To see ourselves in a world where we can be unleashed and empowered to give into society based on our natural abilities and take from it based on our needs?

CHRISTINA BURZ

We must teach our youth the beautiful ways of the world.

We must do, and not dream. A world driven by passion & love instead of survival and fear. I truly believe that if all families needs are met, they would be so much more involved with society and would go above and beyond with helping fellow man kind. We all would truly have a better, different life that would be healthier than now, and the future.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – GENERAL STORE

WILLIAM CALL called a town meeting before ELSY WHEELER.

WILLIAM CALL

Somethings do not change over time, and some people make sure this does not happen. I have no flimsy evidence. I see America as a permanently divided country. It is the new rule in American life, not the exception, this be authentically American, the new American thinking. We have to fight our way, as farmers. Real estate is a new manipulation upon this nation. This is not a myth, and beginning of a long long nightmare. We must love one another not lust one another. A true noble blood, and country and we must love the natives, and blend our agriculture wisdom, because they can teach us more than we can know, ever! We must harvest a generation of wisdom, and wisdom people. Farmers we must continue to plow our fields with love and lovers must continue to flirt with love. Love only, through true loving wisdom. Our horses, we must love our horses. We can not get sucked into this evil. That will keep you in constant misery. Beware of the cities upon the hills. Hod butchers upon the world. We must be the plow, and the reaping machine. We must learn crop rotation, and not kill the harvest, our food, and people along with their souls. We must also watch the railroads, and become regulators. We must co-op. A farmers alliance, and a wisdom alliance. We the common man and farmer are important. Our stories must not die. Everyone, us prosper. We can not let our history repeat itself, never. Thou shalt not crucify mankind on a cross of MONEY!

We must keep our pioneering optimism, march on Washington, free ourselves from the banks, free ourselves from this enslavement, and pressure politicians to endorse us all, and return to prosperity. To do so, we must live up to our potential, all of us farmers using our brains, all workers discovering their hearts, and leaders displaying courage.

We must also love literature! This will lift the shadows that hang over us, and also write anew. We must honor the call within our self and follows it.

Preacher Dunn, you must also learn other hearts of literature. It will enlarge your heart.

Sadly, we have bodies to bury at the train station. We must do this together. Winter is upon us, we must prepare for that together.

ELSY WHEELER

(Applauded)

William Call for mayor of Coltsville. I am your new Sheriff, sworn in by the Unites States Marshalls. Elizabeth Greenwood is here to take over the bank, and speak to you all one on one, until everyone’s concerns are heard. Mr. Frank Lockwood is here to take care of your teeth.

Our towns Doctors Dr. Shule and Sappintington are here too to help you all.

CLAY PEABODY

You still have problem on your hands, me.

FRANK LOCKWOOD

Simmer down Mr. Peabody, you are not all that high and mighty!

The Crowd applauded, and the newspaper men this was all national news, real news the nation needed to know.

ELSY WHEELER

Let us all help Mr. Clay, and Preacher Dunn with the victims of the train explosion.

FADE OUT

EXT – DAY – BEAR RIVER

MATT HEMINGS

We must, all of this nation must protest all sorts of heartbreak. Words, and standing by them are the poor mans weapons. Always has been, and always will.

CHRISTINA BURZ

I can see the future if not, meaning the people of the future will have gun control issues.

CRAZY LESTER

Along with vocabulary issues, as in reading and writing, in full, understanding by listening too, the arts of all arts, in hearts!

MATT HEMINGS

Right. Writing and imagination are divine like, period. Individuality be windividuality. As in when I can get Christina to stay in one place. I love looking at her cheeks, because I can see her true beautiful being, her spirit. Look, look at her essence.

CRAZY LESTER

Empathy issues.

CHRISTINA BURZ

(Shows Matt loving affection)

Two Shawnee warriors rode up to them in a canoe.

SHAWNEE 1 Red Moon

We seek no harm, and do no harm, and require no government. All life is native, comes from mother earth and return’s to her. Do no harm spirits travel the universe. We know how to operate outside of the evil corporate roman death cult government.

MATT HEMINGS

I love and respect your strong connection to each other and your honored Ancestors, and also your great knowledge of plants and trees for medicinal healing purposes and much more.

It makes me sick what’s being done to Native Americans, and Negroes by European so-called settlers and by the current extremely corrupt government. Yes I am white, but I know what be wrong and right.

SHAWNEE 2 Black Hoof

This invade will fade.

CHRISTINA BURZ

In many moons from now yes, an at large snarge, a large snarge.

SHAWNEE 1 Red Moon

Let us all sit, and go on a vision quest. Sing sacred songs, and see things coming from above.

SHAWNEE 2 Black Hoof

We connect with another of higher dimensions. Intimacy with energy, realizing that time is a restraint, that our spirit is trapped inside our body. We pray, and we are used to performing what others say are miracles. Healing people, and we know that we belong outside of this world, time, and space.

They tied up their canoe, got out, shook hands, and put two feathers in Matts, Christina, and Lesters hair, and pointed up. They smoked from a peace pipe, and between them were peace. They spoke wisdom to each other, recited poems, and laughed, having a good time while long hunters and frontier traders spied on them.

SHAWNEE 1

I am Red Moon, Mškwaawi Tepekikiišθwa, and this is Black Hoof. We are brothers.

MATT HEMINGS

Nice to meet you two. Christina, Lester, and I am Matt.

I don’t like liars, and thieves. I am sure you all do not either.

CHRISTINA BURZ

I wonder what they are doing in town?

MATT HEMINGS

Sodom and Gomorrah.

CRAZY LESTER

You know how white people are, all about blood and revolutions. Alcohol anarchy effects everyone.

CHRISTINA BURZ

A cause whereby those who act do so knowing they are perpetrating the same actions that caused it, it almost seems like some sort of prolonged mass hysteria… I drink, so I understand.

MATT HEMINGS

The Constitution be brilliant though. I believe peaceful revolutions can be successful without massive civilian casualties.

RED MOON

(Packed the pipe again, and passed it to them.)

Big Knives. Seek. Rugh, nekana.

MATT HEMINGS

This country be great and all we need. Like Christina, she is all I need. Love be an overdraft.

BLACK HOOF

We are suppose to walk around these trees, whistle in one breath.

RED MOON

No evil spirits live in these Yeandawa waters.

BLACK HOOF

The Great Spirit alive, Wishemenetoo.

RED MOON

(Laid back on the grass.)

Ake.

CHRISTINA BURZ

So let us speak, and blend the arts of life.

BLACK HOOF

Our people too came from across the sea. We must not fail at agriculture, and set up a station with you, and not Coltsville. This will stop uncertainty. We have warned colonial officials.

MATT HEMINGS

It’s all divide and conquer, the devils tongue.

(He carved his initials in a tree. M.H.)

CRAZY LESTER

I can return to Africa now, law provides. I just need to find an appointed agent.

As the hunters watched them, one pointed his rifle at them.

BLACK HOOF

You should stay, and help us with the fish trade.

CHRISTINA BURZ

Don’t you work at the saw mill?

CRAZY LESTER

One day a week, and they are starting a shingle factory.

MATT HEMINGS

We should stay right here, and build tree houses, and live from the river.

CHRISTINA BURZ

People will sadly chop this forest away.

Another hunter pointed his rifle at them.

MATT HEMINGS

Money and war will keep people as animal like, and not human. This country is broke. In debt from war.

CHRISTINA

The Government should mind to its own affairs.

The Vigilante came upon the wilderness men, and shot the men with the rifles in the back of the head. Scaring Matt and company.

VIGILANTE

Negro hunting now is illegal, and I am on Patrol.

(Shots the other men in the throat.)

RED MOON

We are being ambushed.

(He, and Black hoof reach for their bow and arrows.)

MATT HEMINGS

No, that be the Vigilante.

The Vigilante raised both of his arms to Matt and company, as a V, meaning Victory.

MATT HEMINGS

(Whistled.)

Come down here, and join us. We would love to meet you.

The Vigilante stood there for a moment and walked away.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – LOCKWOOD BLACKSMITH SHOP

Prairie Mary Divin and the Lytton Boy were bathing horses.

LYTTON BOY

(Lathering a horse.)

My Mothers horse drowned in the river.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

(Rinsing same horse.)

Oh my. Was she riding the horse?

LYTTON BOY

No. Last years rains and flood. A mob of town folk tried to save him, but it was to late. Mother said, he panicked, lost its footing and possibly broken a leg.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Sorry to hear this.

LYTTON BOY

(Smiles.)

I think these Marshalls are all show.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

(Laughed.)

You may have a point.

A six-horse wagon came thundering to the shop. It was full of fur.

MAN

Howdy, we need new shoes for each horse. We came from the Rockies.

LYTTON BOY

I will go get Mr Lockwood.

(Ran out into town.)

MAN

They too can use a wash. How much?

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

We only take gold.

MAN

Who wouldn’t? All this money crap for the birds.

PRAIRIE MARY DIVIN

Help me with the horses Sir.

MAN

Yes, mam.

FADE IN

EXT. DAY – TEMPLE GENERAL STORE

POV

The LYTTON BOY boy ran to the store looking for Frank Lockwood, and seen the Electrician, working in the new hospital. He seen Dr. Shule and Dr. Sappington, and the LYTTON BOY ran along side the U.S. Calvary that came into town with U.S. Mail & Money wagon, and the Marshalls and Sheriff Elsy Wheeler met them at the store.

FADE IN

INT. DAY – TEMPLE GENERAL STORE

SAMUEL SEATON

(Writing.)

I am staying in Coltsville, you need another newspaper here in this turbulent time of politics.

COLTSVILLE NEWSPAPER MAN

How would this help the both of us?

SAMUEL SEATON

The population is exceeded 50,000. We could boast each other, and conflict each other to gain subscribers and compete in advertising, but share printing debts on machinery.

COLTSVILLE NEWSPAPER MAN

This is a time of wild financial speculation, a hard crash, and I feel another is coming.

SAMUEL SEATON

Our reports are in an objective manner with the events of the world. You have been a faithful watchman for the people and the public good, and I can get your articles in Washington, and abroad.

COLTSVILLE NEWSPAPER MAN

I agree, and every morning we should be in high spirits.

SAMUEL SEATON

Oh come on, we can curse a little too.

COLTSVILLE NEWSPAPER MAN

(Laughed.)

The Vigilante still at large.

SAMUEL SEATON

I confess, seems to be superior.

COLTSVILLE NEWSPAPER MAN

Poetry is common here in Coltsville. Keats.

SAMUEL SEATON

Agreed. Common as Vigilante shadows. Problems we will have are the Marshalls, accountability, and prosecution.

COLTSVILLE NEWSPAPER MAN

To me, I do not see a tree from which the Vigilante will hang from. The people here will smile now, and show their teeth in a non-jury way. They will share a memory loss, and I can put gold on it.

FADE OUT

INT. NIGHT – MATTS ROOM – PEARL HOTEL

MATT HEMINGS

Beautiful Christina our love shall triumph. We shall glow, we are struck by love fire. We have forbidden charm defying all tyranny. You are poetry and me, prose, and together, we revolt.

CHRISTINA BURZ

I’ll marry you.

They made love, and went to sleep. Matt asleep although dreaming. The man upstairs be rude, and never takes off his cowboy boots. The man must be out of his mind.

POV

MAN UPSTAIRS

Matt pictured him pacing to and fro bored, and not realizing his ignorance of noise. Matt aggravated from sleep loss, grabbed Christinas’ gun, stood up, pointed the gun at the ceiling. He listen to the mans place, and once heard the man walk. Matt shot many rounds up through the ceiling. Matt awoke, listening to the man upstairs pace back, and force. Matt got up, looked at Christina in her beauty sleep, and he smiled. He went to the window, opened it, and the birds sang.

MATT HEMINGS

Life be good. Thank you Great Spirit. Love strikes throughout the earth.

(Yelled out the window.)

Love thy neighbor.

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – COURTROOM

Widow Ms. Elizabeth Greenwood, and Sheriff Elsy Wheeler swore in the Jailer to be the new Judge of Coltsville.

POV

FOURTH WALL

JAILER

Do not befoul Coltsville!

FADE OUT

POV COLTSVILLE

small EARTHQUAKE

CRAZY LESTER

(Stacking rocks by the railway.)

History going to repeat and repeat and repeat. No one will learn to listen.

THE END!

ya ya th’C inside th’Circle John E. WordSlinger

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THE ASYLUM COOK & THE WEATHER WOMAN screenplay by John E. WordSlinger #9

Posted in Screenplay, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on October 5, 2019 by John E WordSlinger

A young couple, the man works as a cook at an asylum, and his wife goes to school to be a weather lady… Both have the perfect careers: The weather person gets paid the same if they are wrong or right. The world seems crazy so feeding them well, you do the observation… The weather and the insane are somewhat similar; they drool, snarl, and cry. Sunshine well that’s when times are fine, or are they?

I am Brindley and this be Laurie and we are the Boggs. I fight Mental Illness Stigma, and She fights for Solutions on Climate Change…

Front Cover by Guilherme Gomes
Back Photo Portrait by Olan L. Smith

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John E Wordslinger’s The Asylum Cook And the Weather Woman is an outstanding screenplay, giving an equal depth of life to all characters including the central characters, Brindley & Laurie : a young couple who represents the struggling beings of modern days. The variety of thoughts here is eclectic. This book allegorically shows how life is the weather itself and how we don’t need to be at an insane asylum to become crazy by walking over the thin thread of our sanity, just a windy storm of everyday life is enough… Here, the life of Laurie with her tears of joy wishing to hold her baby daughter brings ‘Faith’ of living in hope to all of us. Author Wordslinger’s wonderful depiction truthfully presents us that there is darkness all around us, but there is also an exit made of light to escape the dark. Indeed the moment of illumination in the end invites the audience to stay positive in any kind of social approach in today’s world. _Munia Khan

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1702661164?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860

https://www.openscreenplay.com/screenplay/the-asylum-cook-and-the-weather-woman/script

 

Cast of Characters:

CARA
(Mid twenties, and looking out the cell-room window, she’s tall, long feathered shiny black hair, and blue eyes. All about her be sexy, mostly dominate, it be in her eyes. When she looks at you know she knows what she’s doing)

BRINDLEY
(He be in his forties with brown hair, and brown eyes. He is fit, and walks with a gentle smooth but intimidated stride through the parking lot to the psych ward where he works)

LAURIE
(My wife has been going to school to be a weather forecaster to analyze atmospheric simulations from some of the most powerful computers on the planet. To collect observed data from stations, satellites, and buoys worldwide. I am smart but she my beautiful wife with her soft blonde hair, and never forget her cheeks, furthermore blue silverish eyes, has mastered physics, calculus, computer science, and of course, atmospheric science.)

GREGG
(Dark hair and tall. He is in his thirties, and he glows with, yes I am a smart ass, and one thing on my mind, sex)

NURSE ANNE
(In her fifties, short, and heavy. Dyed blonde hair, robotic, always looks irritated, and surely scornful.)

NOVAJIA
(In her thirties, a beautiful women, dressed with taste, and dignity, although hiding something, secret be she be a nympho)

LESS (a young man, a 300 pound orderly)

DEBBIE (LAURIES best friend, and college classmate, and in her twenties, short blonde hair, sassy, and funny.)

DR. COLTRANE (in his forties, short, seemed isolated, and perverted all his life, and not a notion of the heaven be going on in outer reality.)

PROFESSOR KING (a tall man in his late 30’s with long hair, and wore tinted seeing glasses. He talked with a clear, and smooth voice.)

DOCK SIMPSON (Chief Meteorologist, the great cadet of meteorology from world war two. He is in his sixties, wore glasses, stern, happy, and full of light.)

DOCTOR FLORES, (in his forties, a thick, squat man, with a large dark and flat face, and no speculation in his eye)

THREE DETECTIVES, in their 50’s a blonde, brunette, and red head.

Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones Poet & Artist, Poetry Train America

Posted in Historical Poetry Books, History Poetry, John E WordSlinger, Poetry E Train, Poetry Promotion, Poetry Train, The Art of Selena Howard with tags , , , on September 18, 2019 by John E WordSlinger


Book Cover Art by Selena Howard & Edited by Charles H. Gragg
https://books.google.com/books?id=HfuVBQAAQBAJ


Olan L. Smith updated his cover photo.
September 15 at 4:39 PM

Poet/writer, John E OHara
Artist: Olan Smith
Medium: Acrylic
Canvas: 11×14 in.
September 15th 2019

Art Source:https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10217791472732457
What can I say about John E Ohara’s (aka John E Wordslinger) metaphorical book, “Poetry Train America,” and all in this series of books, but wow! I was with him in 2008/9, online, when the idea was born, and even then I thought, “This is an ambitious project,” a project to bring modern day poets together, online, and printed book form, “Poetry Train America” and now “Poetry Train Canada”, and “Poetry Train Africa.” Too many poets find themselves toiling in obscurity, and in the darkness. With his first adventure in seeking out these poets, John traveled, virtually, from state-to-state seeking out these poets, gathering them together in to his “train” and giving them a free ride into the world of his intellect. Many people couldn’t grasp the idea, the metaphor, or John’s desire to give this train wheels, wheels into the future, and it seems it has become his life’s ambition to record all the living poets on this globe he finds worthy of a ticket. The idea that once in print he is giving them immortality. I own this book and it is proudly displayed on my coffee table! I’m not saying this because I’m one of those Missouri poets he chose, I’m saying this, because I believe in the genius that is John E O’Hara’s dream, to record the poets of the living world and give them recognition, giving them flight into immortality.
Olan L. Smith,
Missouri poet and artist,
September 18, 2019

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