INT. ALBUQUERQUE SALOON – DAY
A Shady man wearing a dark outfit consisting of a brown jacket, a black cowboy hat and a revolver. H rests at a table drinking a crystal glass of burbon on the rocks. Smoking a skinny cigar, the smoke floats up like a wavy thread getting wavier and wavier as it rises. He speaks with a southern accent.
The saloon is slow on business and the faint tinkering of the saloon piano hums in the background.
an elegantly dressed blonde female sits on a wobbly bar stool.
what can I get for ya lady?
Oh, um, just a glass of fresh orange juice please
Comin right up
The women gazes over at the man as if he is the reason she’s at the saloon.
(without looking at her)
Do I got sumthin’ on my face lady?
he lifts his head.
uh, no, nothing there.
Woman looks away in embarrassment.
The man tends back to his business.
The woman stands up and takes three short strides to the mans small table.
The man looks at her in annoyance.
She yanks the chair out and sits with a dab of courage to her.
I was savin’ that seat for somebody.
well then I’m just warming up the chair for him.
The man sighs.
so what’s your purpose?
Is your name, Jack Bosko?
yah, its Bosko, why’s it your concern?
The bounty hunter?
He lifts up his drink ceremoniously.
I was told I could find you here.
well I dunno whos been tellin’, but I only stop
here but once a week to water my gut.
I was hoping-
You from the north? got a bunch a yankie friends I
bet? your sure as the devil not from Albuquerque.
well, I’m a New Yorker.
well, I’m an Albuquerquer. pleasure to meetchya.
(smiling politely back)
Well likewise Bosko, but I’m here to ask
something, if that’s fine with you.
The bartender sets down a full glass of orange juice.
try me shooter.
well, I’m a married gal, and that marriage isn’t
shining too bright.
whats dimmin’ the spark?
Well, he cant stand me he, ignores me, and the
beatings are getting to be a daily routine now, and
I wont stand for it any longer.
I can’t see any marks. well, whats the fella go
His name is Andy Stanton.
Andy Stanton, as in Andy “the dandy” Stanton,
as in Stanton oil?
yeah that’s Andrew.
I heard he was in town. So you want me to shoot
some sense into him?
I can pay, I can pay lots.
Bosko ponders on this.
Do those pretty little eyes of yours see assassin
sittin here, because those pretty little eyes are
wrong, damn wrong.
I’ll pay 10’000
Bosko looks up for a second then back down.
Sorry doll, that’s not my business.
You don’t understand.
What! what am I not understanding?! I am offering a
fortune to a greedy killer and he is turning it
your right on the ball dolly, I do kill people for
cash, but Andy Stanton… is a customer of mine.
What?! we’ve never even set foot in Albuquerque!
wait a sec there Jack, who’s he paying you to
Bosko exerts a deep sigh.
She’s pretty, blonde and came from New York
The shocked woman is speechless
What did he pay, I’ll double it, triple it,
anything you want here now!
She lifts a slams a bag on the table rattling the glasses of orange juice and bourbon. She opens the currency filled bag.
This bag contains money your rocky skull can’t
Bosko Analyzes this with intent.
Ill send him straight to hell for everythin in
that’s a deal!
Ill paint the New Mexico sands with blood
that’s for sure
Oh thank you! I can’t tell you how-
Two loud bangs resonate from the tip of Bosko’s revolver.
The woman falls from her chair not completely dead yet.
Bosko stands up and looks bottomward at her struggling body.
ya, know, I’ve never even met Andy Stanton
hehehehe, you made me a rich man dolly.
(sarcastically) boy its too bad I’m a greedy
killer, shootin' you just wouldn’t’ve crossed my
He sighs and leaves the empty saloon with the bag.
He takes three steps out side the building, out of nowhere 2 bullets make their way into Bosko’s torso.
A fancily dressed rich woman with a black eye approaches Bosko with a minuscule pistol.
I knew Andrew came out here to be rid of me!
And you Bosko. The INFAMOUS Jack Bosko who resides
in Albuquerque New Mexico. You just killed my
you paranoid bitch!
She plugs him straight through the head staining the sand below with a crimson paint.
Created: Mar 31, 2010Document Media