BLACKIE

Set the Scene: Blackie had just escaped Oklahome State Prison at McAlister where he was serving a life sentence. Along with Whitey Walker they came to Conrack Teaas an oil boom time where they thought they could fit in with all the newcomers. The first night Blackie and his wife A.J. are in a cab headed down town to eat. Blackie is one fourth Choctaw Indian and looks it. He hated being called an Indian and would kill to prove it. The driver keeps looking in the rear view mirror. THE MIRROR Blackie and A.J. are cuddled up in the backseat. They do see the cabbie looking at them. WIDER VIEW The cab approaches downtown. INSIDE THE CAB The driver looks in the mirror one last time. Blackie sees the man looking again and frowns. BLACKIE What are you looking at, Tex? The driver can't wait to answer. Smugly. DRIVER Wal, you don't see many white women with injuns in these part of the woods. Blackie leans forward with a frown on his face. BLACKIE What'd you say? DRIVER You heard me. They ain't no decent Texan woman that would be caught dead with a injun. Blackie and A.J. are both surprised and angry. Blackie turns to A.J. BLACKIE I hear tell that it's Texas sport to mate with buffalos and Long Horns because the squaws wouldn't lower themselve to be with a Texas man. DRIVER You could git yourself kilt talkin like that. BLACKIE Ain't gonna be by no dog shit eater like you. The driver gives Blackie a big gritted teeth stare in the mirror. A.J. I'll bet you're from Oklahoma ain't ya. DRIVER Hell,no. I ain't no damned okie. What makes you say that? A.J. I'm from Oklahoma and we send all our idiots down here to teach school and drive cabs. DRIVER You're the damned idiot. BLACKIE Stop the car! The driver hits the brakes. Blackie pulls out his pistol. WIDER VIEW FROM OUTSIDE. A GUNSHOT, a flash in car, blood hits the windshield, people outside duck. People come and crowd around the cab peeking in. DISSOVLE TO: INT. RESTAURANT - LATER BLACKIE AND A.J. SIT AT A TABLE. The couple are having a meal. A.J.'s looking at the door. A.J. Ain't you afraid the law's gonna show up any minute and arrest your butt? Blackie eating away. BLACKIE Naw, They ain't got no proof. Beside that, these hillbilly cops round here won't mess with nobody like me. A.J. I think we should go. BLACKIE Would you let me finish my dinner. I ain't had a steak in months.