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<p><b>New page</b></p><div>== Overview ==<br />
The party sets off from Seward County. Many people get on board.<br />
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== Transcript ==<br />
''{Open: Lewis' Bar. Charlie Platts is sitting at the bar, drinking some whiskey. Lewis, the barkeep, walks up to Charlie.}''<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Hey, Chuck! How's the whiskey?<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Well, it's goin' down smooth, as always.<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Heh... you've always loved the firewater!<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' You get used to it after the years, you know that!<br />
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''{The two chuckle.}''<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Say, Lewis... you wouldn't happen to know anybody with a wagon?<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Say what now?<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' A wagon, Lew. I need one.<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' ... Ah, is this your ol' "goin' West" story again?<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Now, I'm serious!<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Pssh, big deal. So what's the West got that we hain't? We've got bars, we've got sheriffs, we've got who-<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Lew, please, just hear me out!<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Well, shoot, I ain't got nothin' better to do.<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Ever since they started a-goin' over West, I've been itchin' to go, myself. The problem bein' that I ain't got a wagon to m'name--hell, I ain't got barely nothin'! Thing is, I need myself a party, a buncha doctors an' natives an' whatnot comin' with me, helpin' me out and such.<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Heh, I can't help you ''there'', I gots me a bar I need to keep!<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' I know, I know; the bar means ever'thing to you, don't it?<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Yeah, yeah... But I do know a feller done got him a wagon.<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Shoot, you serious?<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Damn skippy! Fellers call 'im Scraps, on account he killed a man.<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' ... That don't make a lick of sense.<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Aw, whatever, here's the address.<br />
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''{Lewis writes down an address on an old bar napkin and hands it to Charlie.}''<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Damn... I reckon nobody lived there!<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Well, y'never know, know what I'm sayin'?<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Well, I gotta head off! Thanks, Lew!<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' Take care o' yerself, kid!<br />
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''{Charlie gets off the bar stool and runs out.}''<br />
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'''LEWIS:''' ... Shoot! I forgot to bill 'im!<br />
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''{Cut: an old, creaky house with a wagon sitting in a small stable. Charlie walks up to the door and knocks on it.}''<br />
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'''SCRAPS:''' ''{voice}'' And?<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' ... Y-you're... Scraps?<br />
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'''SCRAPS:''' ''{voice}'' Who told you that?<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Lew, over at the bar...<br />
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'''SCRAPS:''' ''{voice}'' That damn...get in.<br />
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''{Charlie lets himself in. In addition to Scraps, there is also a jittery old man in a rocking chair in the corner.}''<br />
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'''JUMPIN' JOEY:''' Now who is it? I can't get any gatdum slepp with all these fellers trying to-''{falls asleep}''<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' ... Huh. Must be a nursing home...<br />
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'''JUMPIN' JOEY:''' ''{Wakes up}'' Feels like it. I'm old, I'm senile, and I'm surrounded by people I hate.<br />
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'''SCRAPS:''' ''Joey''! Don't make me roll out the paper again! Now, Mr...?<br />
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'''CHARLIE:''' Platts. Charlie Platts, sir.<br />
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'''JUMPIN' JOEY:''' Platts...say, is there a Mr. Ezekiel Platts in your family?</div>JuomariVeren