Here is part 2 to the unfilmed segments of Locker 13. This next one is written by Adam Montierth and is called, Apache Tears:
FADE IN:
EXT. GOLDFIELD NEW MEXICO 1885 – DUSK
Five MEN on horseback ride slowly into town. The TOWNSFOLK eye the men suspiciously.
The lead horse carries a large grizzled man in dark leather. He is JACOB CALHOUN. He grins ominously with a full set of dirty teeth and looks over at his younger brother, RUSS CALHOUN. Russ smiles too, mimicking his Brother, but he is missing most of his teeth.
Russ is a thin reed with wild hair, resembling a weasel more than a man. He turns to look at the three following close behind.
One of the men has a face full of scars, aptly nicknamed SCARFACE. The man on the other side is horribly disfigured with a burn covering his bald head and half of his face, nicknamed ASH.
Russ frowns at the RIDER in the middle. He is a stark difference to the others, as he is ruggedly good looking.
He has strong hard features. It looks as if God made him out of granite.
RUSS CALHOUN
Why’d ya hafta bring him? He’s trouble I’m tellin’ ya.
JACOB CALHOUN
We need a safe guy, don’t worry he knows Sanchez.
RUSS CALHOUN
But I’ve seen his face before.
JACOB CALHOUN
Probably with Sanchez.
Russ looks back at Rider who gives him a steely gaze.
The men ride up to the bank in the center of town and hitch their horses on the post in front.
Scarface and Ash stay on their horses, the others dismount.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT’D)
Now you two bone heads keep your eyes peeled this time.
SCARFACE
Boss, he’s as skittish as a mule.
ASH
Me? You’re as skittish as a Jack Ass.
SCARFACE
A Jack Ass is a mule…
JACOB CALHOUN
Enough! If’n you two… Don’t try me.
Scarface and Ash both nod. Then they turn to each other and glare daggers. Jacob turns to the others.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT’D)
Alright, stick to the plan. Let’s go.
Jacob, Russ, and Rider head for the bank’s front door.
Before they have a chance to go in, a beautiful WOMAN in cowboy dress comes out of the bank.
It is HELENA STORM. She appears to be half Native
American and half Caucasian. She looks up at the three men and locks eyes with Rider in surprise.
A moment of recognition arises, as both pause in awkward silence. Riders eyes seem to plead with her.
HELENA STORM
Terence…
Russ snaps his fingers in remembrance and points at Rider.
RUSS CALHOUN
Terence Dean, I knew it. Marshal…Terence Dean!
Jacobs’ eyes squint in anger.
Russ goes for his gun, but MARSHAL TERENCE DEAN is too fast for him and immediately has his six shooter out and guns him down. Scarface’s horse jolts from the gun shot.
ASH
Let’s get outta here.
Jacob draws his Colt 45 and immediately grabs Helena from behind. He puts his gun to her head as Marshal trains his gun on him. Ash and Scarface ride off in a cloud of frantic dust.
Marshal Dean evaluates the situation as each man pauses in stalemate. Jacob eyes his brothers motionless form on the ground beside him. He quivers in rage as he spits his words out at Marshal Dean.
JACOB CALHOUN
You’ll pay dearly for that, Marshal. Now throw your gun down or I open up another hole in this pretty little thing’s head.
Marshal puts his hands up in surrender. He slowly and carefully places his pistol on the ground.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT’D)
Now, see? That wasn’t so hard.
Jacob swings his gun around to the Marshal, but before he’s able to shoot, Helena lays an elbow hard into his face. In a flash she brings up a knife from her other hand and stabs Jacob in his shooting arm. He drops his gun.
Helena steps back. Jacob yells in pain and frustration as he looks up to stare at the barrel of Marshal Terence Dean.
Jacob freezes.
Marshal looks over at Helena, still in shock at the sight of her.
TERENCE DEAN
Helena. You’re alive!
Helena smiles at him, unsure of what to say.
Jacob smiles at her with an evil glint in his eyes.
JACOB CALHOUN
(Whispers.) Helena.
Terence clubs Jacob in the face with the back of his revolver.
EXT. GOLDFIELD NEW MEXICO – MORNING
The sun rises over the desert landscape. A stagecoach is drawn up to the jailhouse.
The door opens and Terence comes out with Jacob in handcuffs. Jacob has a bad bruise on his face left from the events of the previous day.
The towns’ SHERIFF follows them out carrying a bag. He throws it on the stagecoach.
SHERIFF
Do you really think it’s wise to leave so soon?
TERENCE DEAN
Jacob’s a popular man, the Judge in Tombstone’s anxious to see him. He’s got a date with the reaper.
SHERIFF
Give me time to send for my two Deputies. They can go with you.
Terence puts Jacob in the stagecoach and handcuffs him to the iron bars on the doors window.
Helena Storm walks over to the Stagecoach from across the street.
TERENCE DEAN
Thank you Sheriff, but we’ll be fine.
The Sheriff tips his hat and goes back inside.
Jacob smirks at the sight of Helena. Terence slams the door in his face. Terence walks over to meet her.
TERENCE DEAN (CONT’D)
I thought maybe you were a mirage. We didn’t get to talk last night before you disappeared. But thank you for coming to see me off.
HELENA STORM
Terence, I didn’t come to see you off, I’m the driver. This is my coach.
Helena has a hard time looking Terence in the eyes. She busies herself with getting the Stagecoach ready.
TERENCE DEAN
What? Helena, what the hell is going on here? I thought you were…I mean…the fire-
HELENA STORM
Yeah, the fire. There was a bad storm, lightning hit. I tried to stop the fire, but it was no use.
TERENCE DEAN
You were no where to be found, you made me think-
HELENA STORM
I made you…? Look, you were better off. I couldn’t wait for you forever.
TERENCE DEAN
I had work to do. I told you I’d be back.
HELENA STORM
You were gone for 13 months. I had to move on.
TERENCE DEAN
So the fire gave you a chance to start a new life?
HELENA STORM
Yeah, something like that.
FATHER WINTERS shows up. He looks uncomfortable with interrupting the heated conversation.
TERENCE DEAN
Father.
Father Winters nods politely and hands Helena his bag.
She secures it to the top of the stagecoach.
The Father opens the stagecoach door and hesitates at the sight of the prisoner in handcuffs. Jacob smiles wickedly.
JACOB CALHOUN
Father. How the hell are ya?
Father Winters nods politely and enters the stagecoach, clutching his Bible tightly.
TERENCE DEAN
Helena say something? You’re still my wife.
HELENA STORM
Another time and place maybe. You weren’t made to settle down and I couldn’t wait for you. You ran away long before I did.
Terence stands before Helena not knowing what to say.
She climbs up to her perch on the front of the stagecoach and looks down at Terence expectantly.
He stares blankly. She slaps the reins and the stagecoach takes off. Terence catches the open door and enters. He closes the door and sits back dazed.
They ride out of town. Jacob gazes out of the window as the stagecoach passes a plain pine box where his brother lie still. The undertaker shuts the lid and begins to nail it into place.
INT. DEAN’S RANCH – NIGHT – PAST
The cabin has been recently decorated with the comforts of a newly wed couple.
A younger Terence and Helena are in their king sized bed looking lovingly into each others eyes. A fire illuminates the room.
TERENCE DEAN
So how is Mrs. Dean enjoying her second day of marriage?
HELENA STORM
Better than the first. Every day seems like a dream.
TERENCE DEAN
It should.
HELENA STORM
I’m afraid that I’ll wake up one morning and you’ll be gone.
TERENCE DEAN
I’m not going anywhere.
HELENA STORM
But you’re not a rancher.
TERENCE DEAN
I am now. I don’t miss it. Wasting my life chasing demons.
HELENA STORM
You were good at it. Too good.
TERENCE DEAN
Yes I was, but I’ll be a better rancher. This is my heaven. My reward for being good.
HELENA STORM
I hope it’s enough.
INT. STAGECOACH – DAY
Terence shifts uncomfortably in his seat, lost in thought. Jacob eyes him closely. He looks at his gun and then to his handcuffs at the window.
Terence catches him and smiles for the first time. Jacob scowls. The Priest quietly reads to himself.
JACOB CALHOUN
So how do you know Sanchez?
TERENCE DEAN
Hung him in Wells. Robbed a stagecoach, killed the driver.
JACOB CALHOUN
Who hasn’t?
TERENCE DEAN
Had a nice chat before he swung. Told me where to find ya.
The Stagecoach begins to slow. Terence becomes alarmed.
He eyes Jacob suspiciously, who shrugs his shoulders.
Terence looks over at the Priest and then pokes his head out the window to see what’s up.
EXT. STAGECOACH – DAY
The Stagecoach comes to a halt. Terence exits, guns drawn. Helena grabs her rifle and jumps down from her seat. The Priest exits behind Terence.
JACOB CALHOUN
What about me?
TERENCE DEAN
Stay put Father!
The Priest hangs back with Jacob.
Terence and Helena see an old wooden foot locker on the road with a rusted iron padlock on the front. They slowly approach the chest, looking around.
HELENA STORM
What is it?
TERENCE DEAN
Trouble.
They look at the chest puzzled. Suddenly, they hear a knock from the inside. They both jump back. The knocking ceases.
Terence slowly walks forward and knocks back on the wood.
The chest begins to rock back and forth as a frantic voice is heard muffled.
Terence looks up at Helena who looks nervous. He aims and shoots the lock off the chest and opens the lid. A little man, BENNY LANG, jumps out. He is gagged and tied up. Terence unties him.
TERENCE DEAN (CONT’D)
What the hell?
BENNY LANG
Thank you kindly. I thought I’d never see the light of day again.
TERENCE DEAN
How’d you get in there?
BENNY LANG
That is quite the story, and see’n as I like to tell them, should make for a good time. Got anything to drink first?
BENNY LANG(CONT’D)
I done poured out all my fluids in that thing, if’n you know what I mean.
Helena tosses him a water canteen. Benny drinks greedily. He finishes and wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
BENNY LANG (CONT’D)
Thank you again so kindly. There’s no end to your generosity. Ah yes, my current unfortunate predicament.
TERENCE DEAN
Cut to the quick, we need to move on.
HELENA STORM
Terence let him catch his bearings.
BENNY LANG
No need Ma’am, I’m sorry to delay. The situation is simple enough. Names Benny Lang, and I’m a gambler by profession. I happened on four fellers last night and they welcomed me into their camp. As is my nature, a poker game began and they didn’t take so kindly to my winning. They locked me in my trunk, evidently taking my wagon and all my worldly possessions with them, leaving me for dead. You’ve taken all the passion from my tale, in your haste, but there it is.
Terence takes an uneasy look around.
TERENCE DEAN(To Helena)
We need to move on.
BENNY LANG
Please sir, I don’t mean any disrespect to your generosity, but could you drop me off at the next stop.
TERENCE DEAN
I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Benny’s eyes plead with Terence. He looks to Helena for sympathy.
HELENA STORM
Terence we can’t leave him.
TERENCE DEAN
We’re only a half a day out, we’ll send someone back.
BENNY LANG
But sir, these men, were the unsavory types…
TERENCE DEAN
Evidently.
BENNY LANG
What if they come back? Plus, I don’t have food or water.
HELENA STORM
He can sit on top with me.
TERENCE DEAN
This is not a leisure trip. We are delivering a dangerous man.
HELENA STORM
Well then we better go now, but I won’t leave him.
Terence sighs in frustration, having dealt with her stubbornness before.
BENNY LANG
Thank you, thank you, I will be no trouble, I assure you. Heaven has sent two angels my way.
TERENCE DEAN
Let’s go.
Terence turns to go back to the stagecoach.
BENNY LANG
Please sir, could you help with my chest?
Terence turns back getting annoyed. Benny motions to the foot locker and smiles.
TERENCE DEAN
Leave it.
BENNY LANG
It’s my only possession now.
Terence looks at Helena and then back to Benny. He sighs again.
He walks over and closes the lid and then picks it up.
BENNY LANG (CONT’D)
Again, many thanks. You don’t know, it’s been in my family for generations. I will be no more trouble to you.
Terence hefts the trunk on top of the stagecoach.
Helena helps Benny to the perch as Terence walks over to her.
TERENCE DEAN
You keep your eyes open, I don’t trust him.
HELENA STORM
Do your job Marshall, I’ll do mine. When this is over, we can go back to our own lives.
TERENCE DEAN
You mean our life?
Helena’s only response is to look away.
Terence takes her hand and feels for her wedding ring.
TERENCE DEAN (CONT’D)
What if I told you this was my last job?
Helena looks him straight in the eye.
HELENA STORM
I’ve heard that before, remember?
Helena steps up to her seat on the stage coach and grabs the reigns.
Terence is again left standing there as Helena starts the horses. He has to rush to catch the stagecoach door and climb in.
INT. STAGECOACH – SAME
Jacob is smiling broadly.
JACOB CALHOUN
Never gets old.
FATHER WINTERS
What’s going on Marshall?
TERENCE DEAN
Luke, Father, chapter ten.
JACOB CALHOUN
The parable of the Good Samaritan.
Terence and Father Winters stare at Jacob who continues to smile.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT’D)
With that in mind, my arm where your girlfriend dug her knife, is paining me. Is it possible to move my shackles?
TERENCE DEAN
When we get there.
JACOB CALHOUN
So kind.
TERENCE DEAN
Not another word.
Terence looks out the window at the passing red rock vistas.
EXT. DEAN’S RANCH – DAY – PAST
Young Helena exits the barn with a fresh bucket of milk.
In front of the house, she notices two US MARSHALS mounting their horses. Terence stands between them.
US MARSHAL # 1
See you day after tomorrow.
The Marshals see Helena, nod and then ride off.
Terence looks at Helena. She looks down worried and continues past him into their home. He tries to say something, but can’t find the words.
EXT. STAGECOACH – DAY
Benny and Helena sit silently on the perch. She steers the stagecoach through the winding desert, lost in thought. The sun is falling closer to the horizon.
BENNY LANG
Personally, I’m not one to settle down. Almost fell for a petite dancer in Georgetown, then I thought better of it and headed for the West. Heard the cards were highly regarded out here. They are, after all, my first love.
Helena smiles at Benny’s chatter, eager for a distraction from her thoughts.
BENNY LANG (CONT’D)
Love takes commitment. The kind a traveller like me can’t afford.
He pulls something out of his vest pocket.
BENNY LANG (CONT’D)
You know what this is?
Helena looks down. Benny is holding a deep black obsidian stone.
HELENA STORM
A rock?
BENNY LANG
Yes, but do you know what they call it?
HELENA STORM
(More hesitation.) A rock?
BENNY LANG
Yes, of course. But it’s much more than that. They call it an Apache Tear and it’s very rare. Do you know how it got it’s name?
Helena shakes her head no.
BENNY LANG (CONT’D)
Alright, story time. There is a legend behind the Apache Tear. There were two young Indian lovers who were from different tribes. They were warring factions of the Apache people. They were commanded to treat the other as hostile, but they desperately loved each other. They would meet in secret, making an oath of their undying love. When their tribes learned of their treachery, they were each sentenced to death unless they denounced their love. They would not. Each one escaped from their tribe and they met again on the cliff of the mountain top, with the tribes in pursuit. With no other option before them, they jumped off the cliff to their death. Legend has it, the Apache Tears were made when the mountain wept.
HELENA STORM
That’s a beautiful story.
BENNY LANG
Commitment and sacrifice is true love.
Helena turns away with a tear in her eye.
HELENA STORM
That’s why it’s so rare.
INT. STAGECOACH – DAY
Terence is also lost in thought. Jacob eyes him closely.
JACOB CALHOUN
I’m gonna kill you. You know that?
Terence snaps into the present.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT’D)
For killin’ my Brother. You shouldn’t a done that.
Father Winters looks up from reading his Bible.
TERENCE DEAN
Actually, you killed him.
JACOB CALHOUN
How’s that?
TERENCE DEAN
Your life led you to that moment. You created it years ago when you became an outlaw. What do they say Father? Live by the sword, die by the sword? Only our swords have changed, haven’t they?
Terence pats the six shooter on his hip.
JACOB CALHOUN
Your moment’s coming Marshall.
Suddenly, the stagecoach begins to slow again.
Jacob smiles knowingly.
Alarmed, Terence pokes his head out of the window to see what’s going on.
EXT. STAGECOACH – DUSK
The stagecoach comes to a complete stop.
Terence exits with his guns drawn.
TERENCE DEAN
I told you not to stop.
Terence stops in his tracks and stares into the tree before him.
Two men ominously swing on nooses in the large oak tree by the road. The first has a crude sign painted on him in red that reads, “Horse thief”.
TERENCE DEAN (CONT’D)
This is not right.
Terence swings around just as one of Jacob’s men, Ash, comes rushing around the back of the stagecoach with a rifle. Terence raises his pistol.
SCARFACE
I wouldn’t do that Marshall. Drop your guns.
Terence slowly turns to find Scarface swinging in the trees with the first man, but he is very much alive and has two six shooters aimed directly at him.
Helena reaches for her rifle, but Ash is there to take it from her.
ASH
I don’t think so little darlin. You and the boy jump down.
BENNY LANG
Who you calling a boy? I’ve more whiskers than you.
Helena and Benny climb down from the stagecoach.
JACOB CALHOUN
You bone heads gonna keep me in here all day. I need the key in Marshall’s left vest pocket.
Ash walks over and cautiously approaches Terence.
SCARFACE
Marshall, why don’t you kindly throw my buddy the key then.
Terence looks up at Scarface who cocks his guns.
He takes the key from his vest pocket and throws it to Ash, who rushes it over to Jacob.
Jacob unlocks his handcuffs and rubs his bandaged wrist.
Ash hands him a gun.
Jacob triumphantly walks up to Terence.
JACOB CALHOUN
Well, well, well. Who’s moment is it now Marshall?
Jacob looks over at the dead man next to Scarface.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT’D)
Who’s that?
SCARFACE
He’s a horse thief. Where’d you think we got the idea.
JACOB CALHOUN
Get down from there.
Scarface struggles.
SCARFACE
Boss, I need help.
Jacob ignores him and turns back to Terence.
JACOB CALHOUN
You killed my Brother. Now it’s my turn.
Jacob turns to look at Helena. Terence moves towards Jacob who shoves a pistol in his face.
TERENCE DEAN
You got me, leave her alone.
JACOB CALHOUN
Or what, Marshall?
TERENCE DEAN
So help me, I will travel to hell to make you pay.
JACOB CALHOUN
Strong words, for a man in your position.
Jacob walks backwards towards Helena, with his gun drawn on Terence. He reaches her and looks around.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT’D)
We’re missing someone. (Yelling) Oh Father, come on out. I’ll need you to deliver some last rites.
Father Winters slowly exits the stagecoach.
Jacob turns back to Terence, as Father Winters raises a hidden pistol.
SCARFACE
Boss, look out.
Father Winters shoots Scarface dead, as a whirlwind of motion occurs simultaneously.
Scarface drops one of his six shooters and Terence catches it. Ash turns and shoots Father Winters, who goes down.
Terence shoots Ash dead.
Benny runs for cover behind the stagecoach.
Helena gets to her rifle and raises it to Jacob, just as he grabs the barrel and swings behind her.
Terence trains his gun on Jacob, who now has Helena in his grasp with his gun to her head. They face each other once more.
JACOB CALHOUN
Deja vu Marshall. Seems like we been here before.
TERENCE DEAN
Let her go, and you live.
JACOB CALHOUN
Nice trick in there with the padre. One of your Deputy’s I presume?
TERENCE DEAN
You can’t win. Give it up!
Jacob cocks his pistol and pushes it into Helena’s temple.
JACOB CALHOUN
Why Marshall, I’ve already won. I just want you to pay.
TERENCE DEAN
Don’t! Okay, okay. Take me, not her.
Terence drops his gun and holds his hands up in surrender.
JACOB CALHOUN
Oh how very chivalrous, but that’s not the point. How does the scripture go? An eye for an eye?
Helena swings a knife over, but Jacob intercepts it this time and throws it to the ground. He squeezes her tightly.
JACOB CALHOUN (CONT”D)
I don’t think so, little lady. Not this time. You see Marshall, I’m going to take something from you now.
With a wild banshee cry, Benny Lang jumps out from behind the stagecoach with a small Dillinger aimed at Jacob.
Jacob just turns and shoots him square in the chest. Benny looks helplessly down at the gaping hole in his chest and falls to the ground dead. Terence goes for his gun.
Jacob aims again at Marshall Dean. Both guns go off simultaneously. Jacob gets shot in the head and falls backwards.
Helena looks up at Marshall Dean breathlessly. He smiles. She smiles back. A red stain suddenly appears on his shirt. She hesitates unbelieving. He staggers to the ground.
She rushes over and kneels down and cradles him in her arms. She begins to cry. He struggles to breath.
HELENA STORM
Don’t leave me again, please don’t leave me.
TERENCE DEAN
I should have loved you more.
His eyes go blank as he stops breathing. She cries.
HELENA STORM
Please, please no. I will do anything. Just come back to me.
A voice is heard behind her.
It is Benny Lang now standing and uninjured. His eyes blaze red. Helena stares at him, puzzled.
BENNY LANG
Would you? Would you do anything?
HELENA STORM
What? I thought you were…
BENNY LANG
Sacrifice and commitment, remember. The sign of true love. Would you do anything?
HELENA STORM (Confused)
Of course I would!
BENNY LANG
Would you give your life? Your… soul for him?
Helena looks down at the still form of Terence and whispers.
HELENA STORM
Yes.
BENNY LANG
So be it!
Benny snaps his fingers and Terence wakes up. He looks into Helena’s eyes and kisses her. She immediately falls limp, dead.
Terence looks to Benny who smiles wickedly. He holds a white wisp in his hand. The faint voice of Helena can be heard in the wisp.
HELENA STORM (From the wisp)
I love you Terence, I always will.
The Marshall jumps up and goes after Benny, who quickly climbs up to the top of the stagecoach and opens his wooden trunk. Terence advances and Benny jumps inside, slamming the door shut on top of him.
Terence pulls the trunk down off of the stagecoach and it crashes to the ground open, empty. Terence yells helplessly in the desert.
INT. SALOON – NIGHT
Another time, another place, a seemingly normal poker game proceeds in a dark and crowded saloon. Benny Lang is smiling and rakes in another deep pot with a full house, aces high.
The GAMBLER across the table sits unblinking. Benny folds up the deed on top of the stack and puts it in his jacket pocket.
GAMBLER
That’s it, that’s everything. What have I done? I’ve ruined myself and my family. I would do anything to have the last few minutes of my life back.
Benny looks at him intently and his red eyes blaze.
BENNY LANG
Would you? Would you do anything?
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