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BEGETS OF AUTUMN

WWWorrrrrrdddsssslllllllliiiinnnngggggggerrrr
is a poet with 4 wheel drive, so lets go for a ride…..
\,,/_(-.-)_\,,/ ~ WordSlingers’ NUDGED SKETCHES OF FLIGHTY THINGS

WARNING!!! READ, RECITE, COMMENT,
and most of all CRITIQUE
@ YOUR OWN RISK !!! ….
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My internet writing life motto is-
Keep it poetry and poetry shall keep you.
Short Bio Hazard:

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 rich corrupted town ‘Coltsville, Illinois, U.S.A. filled with petty crime Lords, and mostly where the Banker, the Farmer, and the local Contractor are involved in illegal teeth commodity trading with the local Barber/Dentist who be in competition with the much needed towns Blacksmith. The town also has a Vigilante the brutal Sheriff pursuits, furthermore a stranger comes to town, 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.

As the house was burning, a man jumps out of second story window, while many run out the front door, and away. While inside, two tried to go out the back, but it was barricaded, so no they could get out, and was 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 then turns, and shoots the other one in the leg. Another one runs out of the house, and runs at the Vigilante, and he shots him in the leg too. The three 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, and 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, and says 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 ya 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 that 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

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 man, and mans laws.

Black men with bulls pulled wagons of sugar bags. One man shoved off a bag, and a construction worker grabbed it up, and took it off 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 funky chickens. CLAY PEABODY be Coltsvilles main farmer.

(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

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

(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. CHRISTRINA 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. CHRISTRINA BURZ walked on by without a glance at MATT. The hotel clerk looked at her, at MATT, at her again, and at MATT without a signal, and walked in the hotel.

HOTEL CLERK

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.

(Making chains)

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

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.

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 was breaking down as it were being ordered up. Tensions are everywhere.

This town’s on life fire, and the pastures around the town filled with cattle were 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.)

CHRISTRINA 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 am brought 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.

MATT HEMINGS

Be there a print shop in town?

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? Does Coltsville have a publisher?

FADE IN

POVS

Dogs were barking and children we heard outside. Poor folk walked in front of a covered wagon. The ground vibrating 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 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. 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’ve been 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.

THOMAS GREENWOOD

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

ASHER TOWN

I understand.

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.

THOMAS GREENWOOD

I have to meet with farmers DODDS & SHOTTON 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.

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

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

(Touches his collar, and smiles.)

DEPUTY

You are always busy.

PRAIRIE MARY

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

CHRISTRINA BURZ

(Sat reading a book.)

MATT HEMINGS

(Heart began to beat faster.)

CHRISTRINA 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 our your telegraph to Chicago sir?

(Looks at Matt questioning his name.)

MATT HEMINGS

Matt Hemings

TEMPLES SON

Byron

CHRISTRINA BURZ

This country going to panic over nickles and dimes. The 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.

CHRISTRINA 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.

CHRISTRINA BURZ

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

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughs, and heart beat faster.)

CHRISTRINA BURZ

I am a federal power historian of sorts.

(Laughs.)

Share of the spoils.

MR. TEMPLE

(Takes MATTS message, and brings whiskey.)

CHRISTRINA BURZ

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

MATT HEMINGS

(Laughs)

CHRISTRINA BURZ

You have a room. Let’s go there.

MATT HEMINGS

No need to persist. I have disolved.

CHRISTRINA 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 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 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

9 Million people in the USA, 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

CHRISTRINA 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?

CHRISTRINA BURZ

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

MATT HEMINGS

Seems no one be loyal.

CHRISTRINA BURZ

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

MATT HEMINGS

Power or liberty?

CHRISTRINA BURZ

Great question.

MATT HEMINGS

What do you do for a living?

CHRISTRINA 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 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

(Rode up to the confrontation.)

Arms down. He means it, back down. He is un-armed. What is your name, and why 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

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

(Black man walked home.)

MATT HEMINGS

Do you know that man?

CHRISTRINA BURZ

He’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?

CHRISTRINA 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.

CHRISTRINA BURZ

Thank you Sir.

MATT HEMINGS

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

(Shakes 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.)

CHRISTRINA BURZ

Welcome to Coltsville.

PIERRE SAPPINGTON

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

CHRISTRINA 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.)

CHRISTRINA BURZ

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

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 the barber shop window.)

THE BELLS

Awake Coltsville, hauntingly beautiful.

MATT & CHRISTRINA

(Open the hotel window.)

MATT HEMINGS

You sure are a looker.

CHRISTRINA 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 looks closer.

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.

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. Railroad sees the Vigilante, and has not 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 will have a good ride, and perhaps those who come after us will take a note and everyone is wiser for it.

Todays news, 13 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 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

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?

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 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 were conversing.

ELSY WHEELER

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

PRAIRIE MARY

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

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

Maybe this person is good, our night watchman.

ELSY WHEELER

What makes you think this person is a man?

PRAIRIE MARY

Great question.

ELSY WHEELER

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

PRAIRIE MARY

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

ELSY WHEELER

The mayor of Coltsville is away on vacation.

A crew of electricians were in the cafe 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.

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

We need to speak with you. Come outside with us.

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

FADE OUT

INT. DAY – BARBERSHOP

BARBER LEWIS KELLS

(Opens his shop, and a man 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 takes him in the room, so he ties up Lewis, and slings him in the hole. A hole filled with oil shale. The Vigilante struck a match, and threw it in the hole, and the fire began, burning the clothes, and so on. The Vigilante walked out the door.

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 – 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

To make a home, and write.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

What do you right?

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 can identify him.

SHERIFF PAUL WALLACE

(Looks at Matt.)

I have no more questions.

(Looks at the other deputy, and 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.

FADE OUT

TO BE CONTINUED

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

 

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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