AMERICAN CINEMA

Two gunfighters, one old (MUNNY) and one young (KID) have just killed a cowboy in cold blood. The Kid sits against a tree, shaking badly and drinking from a whiskey bottle. Munny watches a woman on horseback approach from the distance. The Kid is near tears.

KID. Say, Bill.

MUNNY. Yeah?

KID. That was... the first one.

MUNNY. First one what?

KID. First one I ever killed.

MUNNY. Yeah?

KID. How I said I shot five men...it wasn't true. That Mexican...the one that come at me with the knife...I busted his leg with a shovel...I didn't shoot him or nothin'.

Munny, taking his eyes off the approaching horse, takes a drink from the kid's whiskey bottle.

MUNNY. Well, that fella today, you shot him all right.

KID. Hell, yeah. I killed the hell out of him...three shots...he was takin' a... oh...

The Kid becomes hysterical, he can't go on, and Munny hands him the bottle.

MUNNY. Take a drink, kid.

KID. (breaking down, crying)Oh Christ, it don't seem real... how he's dead...how he ain't gonna breathe no more...never. Or the other one, either. On account of...of just...pullin' a trigger.

Munny turns his attention back to the approaching horse and rider, but he seems to be miles away, and his eyes seem hollow.

MUNNY. It's a hell of a thing, killin' a man. You take everything he's got, and everything he's ever gonna have.

KID. Well, I gu-guess they had it comin'.

MUNNY. We all got it comin', Kid.