Excerpt for illustrative purposes (teaser only)
of WB's film script WILD WILD WEST

Rewritten by Jeffrey Price & Peter S. Seaman

FINAL DRAFT
May 5th 1998
© 1998 Warner Bros.

 

 

 

FADE IN:

1       EXT. DUSTY ROAD - LOW ANGLE - NIGHT

        HOOVES THUNDER by. Then bouncing, skidding wagon wheels. Up on the empty
        buckboard is a pair of murderous ex-Rebs. As the Rebs pass a pint of
        whisky, lash the six-horse team on, PAN WITH the wagon to see it's
        headed for...

2       EXT. WAREHOUSE - RAILROAD WATER TOWER - NIGHT

        looms above the warehouse. SUPERIMPOSE: 1869 - WEST VIRGINIA Then,
        incongruously, we hear a FEMALE GIGGLE over.

3       INT. WATER TOWER - CLOSE - COWBOY - NIGHT

        He's no ordinary cow puncher. For starters, he's black. Naked from the
        waist up (and presumably down), he's busy sponging the back of an exotic
        mulatta SALOON GIRL in the water with him. This is the legendary (or
        soon to be legendary) CAPTAIN JAMES T. WEST.

                                        WEST
                        Mighty sweet of you to come along
                        with me while I'm workin'.

        He sponges her somewhere below the water line.

                                        SALOON GIRL
                        If this is what you call work, Jim
                        West, you sure got a real nice...
                        (jumps a little as if goosed)
                        ... job.

                                        WEST
                        Well, I believe if a thing's worth
                        doin', it's worth doin' well.

        Now West hears the CLATTER of the approaching WAGON. He puts his eye to
        a knothole punched out of the boards. This is actually a surveillance
        post and he really is working.

4       EXT. WAREHOUSE - WEST'S POV THROUGH KNOTHOLE

        The old tobacco warehouse is situated below, next door. A dirty glass
        skylight lets West see inside.

        Several thugs stir as the wagon with the Rebs arrives outside.

5       INT. WATER TOWER - NIGHT

                                        WEST (O.S.)
                                (smiles, to himself)
                        General McGrath's boys ... just when I
                        was about to give up on y'all.'

6       INT. FAT-CAN CANDY'S - NIGHT

        This two-story, Victorian building across town is a "gentlemen's
        sporting house" in name only. Drunken roughnecks and ex-Confederate
        soldiers goose and maul the rouged-up tarts.

        AT BAR - WOMAN

        shrinks back from the moronic ribaldry. The Toulouse Lautrec lighting
        only accentuates her garish hair and makeup, identifying her as a SOILED
        DOVE. A whore -- not to put too fine a point on it. She's trying not to
        make eye contact with two men seated at a table across the parlor.

        SOILED DOVE'S POV - GEN. McGRATH AND HUDSON

        HUDSON is a fearsome-looking Indian in a well-tailored suit. Long black
        braids descend incongruously from under a homburg hat. As for his
        companion...

        McGRATH is a mountain of drunken pus. Six foot, sweating like a
        Devonshire hog with his tattered, undersized Confederate dress jacket
        buttoned all the way to the top. His ear has been hacked off and
        replaced by what looks to be a miniature leather Victrola horn. McGrath
        smiles at our Soiled Dove and makes a little kissing gesture.

        ANGLE ON SOILED DOVE

        Eyes widened in revulsion. What evil abides in this Godforsaken place?
        Now the house madam, the aptly named FAT-CAN CANDY, comforts her new
        girl.

                                        FAT-CAN CANDY
                        Dora, first night out you may want
                        to stay away from that one. General
                        McGrath has his ... quirks.

        They both regard the depraved-looking General, who's got his gramophone
        ear tuned to a singer. (We will come to know the olive-skinned beauty as
        RITA. But not tonight.)

        Fat-Can waves her arms at the louts all around them.

                                        FAT-CAN CANDY
                        The rest are just lonely boys ...

                                        DORA (SOILED DOVE)
                                (looks around, wrinkles nose)
                        Lonely... smelly boys.

        As Fat-Can moves on, Dora spritzes herself with a double- perfume
        battle. Now a drunkenly EYE-CROSSED REB licks Dora's ear, then whispers
        something in it. Something unspeakably vile, by Dora's expression.

                                        DORA
                        I'm sorry. That won't be
                        possible. I have... tonsillitis.

7       EXT. WAREHOUSE - WEST'S POV - NIGHT

        Rebs and guards are loading heavy wooden boxes onto the wagon parked out
        in the alley. We see the wagon wheel is up against the rotted wooden leg
        of the water tower.

                                        BIG REB
                        Pack'er up good, boys. Next stop
                        N'Orleans.

8       INT. WATER TOWER - NIGHT

        West registers the words, looks at his waterlogged fingers.

                                        WEST
                        Maybe that's enough for me.
                        Gettin' kind’a pruney.
                        (turns to girl, across tank)
                        ... Mind handin' me my clothes?

        The girl makes a disappointed little frown, reaches for his clothes, gun
        and hat hanging above her when...

9       EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

        The horses spook as a crate is dropped in the back of the wagon.

        CLOSE - ANGLE

        caught an the WATER TOWER LEG. CREAKING, bowing, SNAP! It finally gives
        way, sending...

10      INT. WATER TOWER - NIGHT

        ... West, toppling over. He has a very surprised look on his face as he
        suddenly finds himself spilling out of the listing tower, riding the
        wave... nude... right through...

11      EXT. WAREHOUSE SKYLIGHT - NIGHT

        West crashes down into the tarp covering the boxes. The only people more
        shocked than he is are the guards and the Rebs he just dropped in on.
        West picks himself up, smiles coolly at the drenched slack-jaws.

                                        WEST
                        Damn, it be rainin' Negroes!
                        (remembering his current state)
                        Naked Negroes ...

        He looks up at the freaked-out Saloon Girl, still in the tank. She hangs
        on with one hand, the other hand clutches his clothes.

                                        WEST
                        I could sure use those clothes now.

        She responds by Frisbee-ing his hat down. West picks it up, with a
        look... uses it to cover his genitals.

                                        BIG REB
                        Well well, we got us a shy nig...

        But he never gets that word out. Bang! West lashes a lightning martial
        arts kick to the Reb's jaw.

                                        WEST
                        Fought five long years with the Union
                        Army not to hear that word again.
                        And you boys remember?

        As the other Reb comes at him, he spins, still holding the hat in front
        of him... and whap! Down that one goes. West looks up at the
        none-too-bright water tank woman.

                                        WEST
                        How 'bout some pants!?

        As she throws the rest of his clothes down in a heap...

12      INT. FAT-CAN'S - NIGHT (SAME TIME)

        General McGrath checks a pocket watch, looks up impatiently at the
        Indian, Hudson. His eyes drift upwards... to the balcony where...

        ANGLE ON UPSTAIRS BALCONY - TWO MORE EX-REBS

        have come up back stairs lugging a heavy steamer trunk.

                                        McGRATH
                        I'm still waiting on my guns and ammo,
                        but I see my man have brought you
                        merchandise.

        McGrath subtly gestures with his eyes to the balcony for Hudson to
        confirm. Hudson nods.

                                        McGRATH
                        I had expected to be delivering it
                        personally to Mr...

        Hudson quickly cuts him off before he can say the name. The Indian
        speaks in a very precise King's English.

                                        HUDSON
                        My employer, here in a brothel?
                        (a small ironic smile)
                        That would be quite... redundant.

13      EXT. STREET - ON CARRIAGE - NIGHT

        MOVE IN ON an elegant brougham driven by a very large, very striking
        woman in livery.

        As the carriage passes under the gas lamp, we can make out the
        top-hatted silhouette of McGrath's "employer," DR. ARLISS LOVELESS.
        Clustered around him inside the cab are three more beautiful women. As
        he strokes the cheek of the ORIENTAL one with the back of his hand like
        a cat ...

14      INT. FAT-CAN'S - McGRATH AND HUDSON - NIGHT

                                        HUDSON
                        You'll meet him when the time - -
                        place -are appropriate. Now...
                        (stands)
                        ... shall we go upstairs to check
                        the 'merchandise'?

                                        McGRATH
                        Frankly, Mr. Hudson, I wasn't planning
                        to walk those oaken stairs with you.
                        Direct me to the poot, sir. Something
                        young and creamy. A gazer that takes to
                        the crop and spur.

        McGrath looks to the singer (Rita), who beats a hasty retreat from him
        after her song. So, once again, McGrath lays his rheumy eyes on...

        ANGLE ON SOILED DOVE

        She's oblivious, more intrigued by the ex-Rebs on the balcony with the
        trunk. As she starts for the stairs ... a man 'a hand grabs her. It's
        the Eye-Crossed Reb again.

                                        EYE-CROSSED REB
                        You drive a hard bargain, lady. All
                        right, fifty cents to take them big
                        juicy lips and...

                                        DORA
                        Still not interested.

        She tries to pull away. But the Reb won't let go.

                                        EYE-CROSSED REB
                        But you gotta be interested.
                        You're a whore.

        Suddenly the coquettishness in the eyes becomes rage. The falsetto
        becomes a baritone growl.

                                        DORA
                                (baritone)
                        That doesn't mean a girl can't
                        have high standards.

        Just as the Reb registers the odd new voice... wham! Her corsage springs
        out and whacks him right in the jaw. The Reb's eyes roll back... and he
        slumps to the ground.

        Whooa, hoss... the Soiled Dove is a man! He's ARTEMUS GORDON and his
        true profession will be revealed to us shortly. But now, as he/she
        stashes the unconscious Reb behind the bar, straightens bosom and wig...

15      INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

        West is trying to get dressed. As he pulls on one leg of his pants, a
        guard lunges at him with a knife. West hops up on one leg, smacks the
        guy with a mule kick.

        Now he puts his arm through his shirt sleeve. When the hand emerges out
        of the cuff, it's balled in a fist -- which coldcocks the other guard.

                                        WEST
                        Could I have a little privacy here?

        As if in response, the water tower, still hovering above, now crashes to
        the floor -- obliterating his opponents.

                                        WEST
                        Thank you.

        He calmly looks up in time to catch the falling, naked, screaming Saloon
        Girl in his arms.

                                        WEST
                        You'll have to excuse me, darlin'...
                        but my evidence is getting away.

        West gallantly puts her down, jumps up, grabs the overhead block and
        tackle system and slides through the warehouse. As the HORSE TEAM, which
        has spooked, THUNDERS past...

        CLOSE - WEST

        sails onto the runaway wagon. As he pulls himself into the back, he
        gives the shivering Saloon Girl a tip of his hat -- now on his head.

                                        WEST
                        Sorry about there not being any towels.

16      INT. FAT-CAN'S - NIGHT (SAME TIME)

        General McGrath leers down a line-up of Fat-Can's girls.

        Just as he gets to the beautiful singer, who looks sick at the thought,
        suddenly Gordon intrudes. He/she blocks out the singer, poses
        coquettishly -- sucking a lollypop.

                                        McGRATH
                        What's your name, missy?

                                        GORDON/DORA
                                (demurely; back to his falsetto)
                        Dora. Would you like to go upstairs?

                                        McGRATH
                        Oh, indeedy I would.

        Gordon/Dora starts to go. But McGrath stops her.

                                        McGRATH
                        But not just yet.
                        (leans in, whispers
                                in his/her ear)
                        Nothing stokes the fire in my
                        loins like...

        Gordon/Dora blinks uncertainly. This guy's idea of foreplay could be
        just about anything.

                                        McGRATH
                        …a ditty!

        He hauls him/her over to the piano player.

                                        GORDON/DORA
                        A ditty? But General...
                        (trying to be coquettish again)
                        ... my talents really lay elsewhere.

                                        McGRATH
                        You've got some pretty fair
                        lungs on ya, girl, now use 'am!

        He punctuates with a slap to Gordon/Dora's rump. The room goes quiet,
        all eyes on our songbird. The other singer (Rita) watches too.

17      INT. FAT-CAN'S - NIGHT

        Gordon/Dora is sweating. Reluctantly, he/she whispers something to the
        piano player. He clears his throat and begins singing.

                                        GORDON/DORA
                                (weakly)
                        'Buy a drink for the boys
                        In the backroom for me...'

18      EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - WILD WAGON RIDE - NIGHT

        West spots the contents of an open box. Eyes widen.

        CLOSE - BOX - DOZEN GLASS VIALS

        stuck in sand. But clinking together ominously as the wagon races over
        the cobblestones.

                                        WEST
                        Cousin-humpin' crackers got a
                        wagon full of nitro... !

        West tries to steady the glass vials with his hands ... but it's no use.
        He quickly climbs over the boxes, onto the buckboard seat. But the reins
        are dragging on the ground beneath the frothing horses.

        West leaps onto the horses as the wagon careens down the street. He
        pulls himself over the first one's neck... onto the next horse. And as
        he tries for the lead horse, he falls between them!

19      INT. FAT-CAN'S - NIGHT

        Gordon/Dora singing. He/she struggles through the song in a very tough
        room.

                                        GORDON/DORA
                        'And tell them I tried...
                        And tell them I cried...'

        Just when it looks like the stone-faced rowdies might rip him/her apart,
        McGrath starts tapping a mud-caked toe. Encouraged, Gordon/Dora belts
        out the next verses OVER...

20      EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - WILD WAGON RIDE - NIGHT

        West's custom boots drag in the dirt as he's about to be trampled under
        the hooves of the freaked-out horses. And if he hasn't got enough
        problems, the lynch pin attaching the team to the wagon has almost
        worked its way out.

        CLOSE - BACK OF WAGON - NITRO VIALS

        CLANKING together like chimes ...

        CLOSE - WEST

        Straining with every ounce of strength in his body, he pulls himself up
        by the harness onto...

        CLOSE - WILD-EYED LEAD HORSE

        West grabs for the halter.

                                        WEST
                        Whoa now... !

        But it doesn't whoa. The wagon goes around a corner up on two wheels!
        It's about to tilt over when West grabs both the horses' ears, yanks
        them back -- screaming into them.

                                        WEST
                        I said, whoa!!!

        This approach seems to work.

21      EXT. RISE ABOVE FAT-CAN'S - NIGHT

        The team comes to an abrupt stop... and with it the wagon hanging over
        the edge of a steep drop.

        Jim carefully climbs off. He slaps the dust on his jacket, straightens
        the crease in his trousers. When he looks up, a bitter smile.

                                        WEST
                        Well, well, this is workin' out to
                        be a perfect day. My man…

        HIS POV - VICTORIAN BUILDING - ACROSS STREET

        The tasteful sign under the red light reads: "FAT-CAN CANDY'S." And
        framed in the window, General McGrath with his singing soiled dove.

                                        WEST (O.S.)
                        ... General Bloodbath McGrath.

22      INT. FAT-CAN'S - CLOSE - McGRATH

        McGrath is clapping with the crowd of misfits who are now singing along
        with Gordon/Dora. He/she's won over the room.

                                        GORDON/CROWD
                                (rousing finish)
                        And tell them I tried just the same... !

        He/she curtsies to rousing applause. McGrath beams like a man with the
        fire in his loins roaring. He grabs his little songbird and up the
        stairs they go.

        Out the WINDOWS, we see West tracking them. Simultaneously going up
        outside steps.

23      INT. UPSTAIRS - GORDON/DORA

        leads the sweating, leering General down the hall. He/she quickly opens
        and closes boudoir doors -ostensibly to find a free room for their
        assignation. The real agenda is to find the mysterious trunk.

        ANGLE ON DOORWAY #1

        Quick peek. He/she registers a mild reaction of shock. Closes that door
        and moves on to...

        ANGLE ON DOORWAY #2

        Quick peek. The two rebs sitting on the trunk. At their feet is a
        wriggling burlap sack. The "merchandise" is alive.

        Gordon/Dora giggles like a schoolgirl.

                                        GORDON/DORA
                        Well, that's a new one.

        McGrath slams the door, drags Gordon/Dora roughly...

24      INT. BOUDOIR - CONTINUOUS ACTION

        Our soiled dove has her back to the door, steeling herself for the task
        at hand. McGrath beckons her over to the bed.

                                        McGRATH
                        Don't let the ear scare you.
                        I lost it at Chickamauga.

        Gordon/Dora squints at the jerry-rigged ear.

                                        GORDON/DORA
                        Oh really. One can hardly notice...
                        (fiddles with her belt buckle)
                        Would you mind... ? I... I... can't
                        seem to release the clasp of my belt.

        Say no more. McGrath is on her like a flash, fidgeting with it. But it
        pops open, revealing a spiraling screen courtesy of Dr. Mesmer. His eyes
        lock onto it.

                                        McGRATH
                        Wha... what's this?

                                        GORDON/DORA
                        It's a deep, deep pool. Maybe
                        your old swimmin' hole. Getting
                        sleepy, General?

                                        McGRATH
                                (ga-ga)
                        Yes, I'm sleepy.

        McGrath sits on the floor. Gordon smiles... this is gonna be easy.

                                        GORDON
                                (normal voice)
                        Good. Now when I snap my fingers,
                        you're going to be my little doggy.
                        And when I say 'speak, you tell me
                        everything I want to know. Understood?

                                        McGRATH
                                (barks)
                        Woof!

                                        GORDON
                        All right, little doggy. Sit up.
                        (as he does)
                        Now tell me who's in that sack next door? Speak!

                                        McGRATH
                        Woof! Woof!

                                        GORDON
                        Speak words, dumb doggy! Which
                        scientist is it? Dr. Escobar?

        But McGrath doesn't answer. Gordon's Mesmer spiral slows to a stop.
        McGrath is coming out of the trance. McGrath starts to growl, rip at
        his/her petticoats.

                                        GORDON
                        Watch the swirling spiral! Lie
                        down, bad dog!

        As Gordon notices that his contraption's failed...

25      EXT. BALCONY - WEST - SAME TIME

        peering in the window, shakes his head at the weirdness.

                                        WEST
                        Dog's more like it.

        Then West sees McGrath reach into his boot for a knife.

26      INT. BOUDOIR - GORDON/DORA

        is busy trying to get the spiral going again, doesn't see McGrath's
        knife. Just as the deranged general's about to plunge it into
        Gordon/Dora...

        ... the WINDOW EXPLODES. Jim West comes tumbling into the room, kicks
        the knife out of McGrath's hand, and knocks him unconscious. All in one
        smooth move. West rolls to his feet, fixes a gallant smile on
        Gordon/Dora.

                                        WEST
                        Didn't mean to startle you, ma'am.
                        Looked like you could use some help.

        It takes Gordon a moment to recover. He stares at this black Samaritan,
        obviously having no clue who he is.

                                        GORDON
                                (clears throat to recover falsetto)
                        Looks can be deceivin'... dark stranger.
                        I am perfectly fine.

        West quickly pats McGrath down, removes a revolver and his bag of gold
        coins.

                                        WEST
                        I can see that, darlin'. Woman of your
                        caliber probably gets top dollar, too.
                        So here you go.
                        (flips her McGrath's coin bag)
                        You can run along. McGrath's mine.

        Gordon can't believe this guy. He doesn't move.

                                        GORDON
                        You run along -- he's mine.

                                        WEST
                        C'mon, lady, you got the money,
                        have a little dignity.

        While this tiff goes on, McGrath opens his eyes groggily. The sight of
        West seems to bring the dog-soldier around. McGrath suddenly lunges at
        him.

                                        McGRATH
                                (bellows ferociously)
                        West ... !!!

        He drives his full weight into Jim's back, pushing him out into...

27      UPSTAIRS HALL

        McGrath's rebel yell brings help from all directions. DOORS BANG open
        all along the hallway. Not just McGrath's men, but Hudson and his crew.
        A melee will ensue.

        West pushes the monster off of him, rolls as a BULLET SPLINTERS the WOOD
        where he just was. The SHOT STARTS...

        ANGLE - STAMPEDE OF SEMI-CLAD WHORES

        all screaming hysterically and heading for the exits. The beautiful
        young singer, who'd been coming up the stairs alone, is now swept back
        down them.

        Gordon, still in character, as he pushes his way upstream to the room
        where the scientist is held.

28      INT. ADJACENT ROOM - HUDSON

        Hudson, his back turned, barking orders at his henchmen.

                                        HUDSON
                        Get Escobar out of here!

        The henchmen heft the wriggling sack, when:

                                        GORDON (O.S.)
                        Leave him right there.

        Hudson whirls to see the gruff-talking Gordon/Dora holding the perfume
        bottle on him like it's a Colt 45. Now Gordon shakes one of the heavy
        bracelets off his wrist, CLICKS a LOCK, snapping it open. He's
        accessorized with custom handcuffs.

                                        GORDON
                        Let's go, Hudson... hands!

        Hudson gives a sick little smile, reaches for his gun when... WSSSSHT!

        Gordon sprays him in the eyes with the second bulb of the atomizer. (The
        first Mace!) Hudson howls in pain, drops the gun, rubs his eyes madly
        with both hands.

                                        GORDON
                        Thank... you.

        Gordon starts to snap the cuffs on the perfectly presented wrists
        when...

29      UPSTAIRS HALL - WEST

        brawling a dozen attackers. West spots McGrath trying to escape down the
        stairs. He uncorks a lethal kick, sending a thug flying through the
        doorway and into the back of Gordon.

        Gordon staggers, drops the perfume/mace BOTTLE which SHATTERS. Hudson
        recovers his vision enough to send a fist into Gordon's mascaraed face,
        pile-driving him back into the hall. While Hudson and his men make their
        escape down the back stairs with the scientist sack...

        CLOSE - WEST AND GORDON

        West is blocked from chasing McGrath, Gordon from going after Hudson.
        Pissed, West tries to move him/her aside.

                                        WEST
                        Look at it this way... lose a lop-eared
                        General one night, get a cattle drive the
                        next. Now get out of my way, lady!

                                        GORDON
                                (the baritone growl)
                        I'm no lady!
                        (angrily whips off wig)
                        And you got out of my way!

        West has little time to react to all this weirdness before Gordon
        reaches inside his wig for something. West reflexively draws his Colt.

                                        WEST
                        Freeze!!! U.S. Army!!!

        Now Gordon turns his wig around and points the badge, that's inside it,
        at West.

                                        GORDON
                        You Freeze!!! U.S. Marshal!

30      EXT. RISE ABOVE FAT CAN'S - CARRIAGE - NIGHT (SAME TIME)

        is waiting at the top of the hill beside the nitro wagon. Dr. Loveless
        is beside it, face still shadowed.

        INSIDE CARRIAGE - FAIR-SKINNED BEAUTY

        has opera glasses trained an the second story of Fat-Can's. Her name is
        LIPPENREIDER. And now we'll see why.

                                        LIPPENREIDER
                                (in a monotone)
                        You freeze... You freeze... U.S.
                        Army... U.S. Marshal.

                                        LOVELESS
                        Oh, dear...

        The lip-reading is interrupted by the arrival of...

        ANGLE - TOP OF INCLINE - HUDSON AND HIS HENCHMEN who come racing up with
        the scientist-in-the-sack.

                                        HUDSON
                        Federal agents inside, sir!

                                        LOVELESS
                        So Miss Lippenreider informs me.
                        (sighs)
                        Still, I believe good manners
                        dictate we should send out...

        His cane telescopes out and Loveless pokes the lynch pin out of the
        harness on the nitro wagon. Then he gives the wagon the slightest push.

                                        LOVELESS
                        ... the welcome wagon.

        Once started, the wagon rolls downhill, toward the back door of Fat-Can
        Candy's, picking up speed...

        Then, as his female coterie pulls the burlap sack into the carriage,
        Loveless steps in behind. And they're off.

31      INT. FAT CAN'S - UPSTAIRS HALL - NIGHT

        West and Gordon, oblivious to the impending disaster...

                                        WEST
                        So now what... ?

        The answer is provided as the NITRO WAGON hits downstairs.

        KABOOOOOOM!!! THEME MUSIC UP... as we roll...

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