II-II. THE HUNT
SOUNDSCAPE: THE UNSUSPECTING AMBIENCE OF A CONVENIENTLY QUIET, ISOLATED STRETCH OF ROAD.
STRANGER: (voice-over) I’ve heard it said you never hear the one with your name on it. That’s why I make sure they see me coming first.
SFX: CRUISER DRIVES BY, AWAY.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE UNCOMFORTABLE INTERIOR OF THE POLICE CRUISER.
OFFICER JIMMY: So, uh… How’s Natalie doing?
CLARENCE: Why the sudden interest in my baby sister, Jimmy?
OFFICER JIMMY: No reason, Clarence. Just…making conversation, is all.
CLARENCE: (disapproving growl)
SFX: BANG! THE CRUISER’S TIRE BLOWS OUT.
SFX: CRUISER LOSES CONTROL, CRASHES.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE UNUSUALLY PEACEFUL ATMOSPHERE OF A QUIET, ISOLATED STRETCH OF ROAD AFTER A CRASH.
SFX: CLARENCE EXITS THE WRECKAGE.
CLARENCE: Jimmy? Jimmy! Jimmy, you brain-dead idjit! What the Hell was that all about?
SFX: A COYOTE HOWLS.
STRANGER: Clarence Middleton!
SFX: STRANGER APPEARS, APPROACHES ON HORSEBACK. SLOW, STEADY.
CLARENCE: Deputy Middle–! (wait, back it up) (barking) You! This your doing?!
OFFICER JIMMY: (off) (pained) Clarence?
CLARENCE: I’m here, Jimmy! Some horse-riding son-of-a-whore shot out our tire!
OFFICER JIMMY: (off) (pained) I ain’t doin’ so good, Clarence…
CLARENCE: Look what you did to Jimmy, you damned savage!
STRANGER: He’ll live.
SFX: CLARENCE STRUGGLES TO HIS FEET.
CLARENCE: That right? And me? You gonna kill me, Cowboy?
STRANGER: Dead or alive, you’re—
CLARENCE: Fuck you!
SFX: BANG! CLARENCE SHOOTS STRANGER.
SFX: STRANGER DROPS DEAD OFF HIS HORSE.
A SILENCE. THEN…
SFX: CLARENCE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY.
CLARENCE: Take that you stupid summna–
OFFICER JIMMY: (off) (pained) Clarence…
CLARENCE: I heard ya! Don’t you worry. I’ve got this one handled, Jimmy. You radio for–
SFX: BANG! STRANGER SHOOTS CLARENCE IN THE GUT.
CLARENCE: (weak-in-the-knees) Wha-What in the…
SFX: CLARENCE DROPS TO HIS KNEES.
SFX: THE STRANGER RISES TO HIS FEET.
STRANGER: Clarence Middleton.
CLARENCE: God in Heaven…
SFX: STRANGER APPROACHES, THE JANGLING OF SPURS PUNCTUATING EACH STEP. ONE STEP… TWO… THREE…
CLARENCE: No… No, I shot you. I shot you!
STRANGER: I don’t care.
CLARENCE: Who do you work for? Huh? Who sent you?
STRANGER: You’re wanted for the murder of Benicio Sierra.
CLARENCE: What? That filthy wet–?! Did his people send you? Huh? You idiot! I’m the police! You can’t–!
SFX: BANG! STRANGER SHOOTS CLARENCE, POINT BLANK.
SFX: CLARENCE DROPS DEAD.
STRANGER: I can, Deputy Middleton. And I will.
To be continued…