The Ferret Meister taunted:

Nah, I'm kidding.  It's barely started.  heh.  But here's a teaser for
all you hungry folks...

Oh, I *am* still soliciting suggestions.  So far, I've got a begger in
a street scene, Desiree, and El Dupree himself from you guys.  What else
shall go in?  =)

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                     THE LAST ACTION BUDDHA
                       (working title)  =)

A white sun in a white sky (note for those of you from non-southwestern
climes:  a phemomena wherinwhich it's so damn hot and bright, you can
barely distinguish where the sun is in the sky)

Slowly pan down.  The horizon is endlessly far away.  We find ourselves
on a dusty street in a small, ramshackle mexican town.  No life is 
visible, though the town is lived in.  Heat shimmers off of the buildings
and the street.

We hear the sound of small rocks striking other small rocks.  The camera
continues to slowly pan down to a small, shaded porch.  Several small piles
of rocks are neatly stacked on the floor (in groups of three and one),
along with a long red piece of yarn.

A large, hairy hand comes into view, tossing another rock onto one of the
piles.  It falls with a faint click.

ElDupree (henceforth refered to as ElD):  No game today (note:  *thick*
mexican accent).

The hand reappears in the frame, slowly setting down a bottle of cheep
tequila among the rocks.

ElD:  No lizard.

(pause, another rock is tossed into the piles)

ElD:  No blood spilt, not here, not today.

(pause)

ElD:  Spilling tequilla is a worse sin, though.

The hand reappears, picks up the bottle, shakes it.

ElD:  (Belches loudly)

A boy appears in the frame and picks up one of the rocks, lethargically.

Boy:  Ees too hot for a game today, senor.  Even the lizard, he know that.

ElD: (hopefully) More tequilla?

Boy:  You haven't paid for the last bottle.  How will you pay, senor?

(pause)

ElD:  I will tell you a story.  

Boy:  A good story?

ElD:  The best.

Boy:  Will it have fighting in it?  Will men fire their pistols, and spill
blood?

ElD: (belches loudly again)  All stories have those, boy.

Boy:  Then what makes your story special?

ElD:  My story contains wisdom.

Boy: (laughs derisively)  Mama says that you are a drunken fool.  She says
you have not stepped foot inside a church since you were baptized.  Why do
you think you know wisdom?

The boy stands up and kicks at a pile of rocks, scattering them across the
street.

There is a long pause.

The hairy hand appears again, flicking out at the boy, who flinches.

Cut to:  a silver coin, spinning in the air (slo-mo?) toward the boy.  He 
reaches out his hand to catch it.

Jump cut.

End Scene One

Bill. ("How's *that* for a teaser?")

Don't especially like sharp endings. I think the long pause was better. If ya 
must include slo-mo silver spins, fade it back into the sun. But the kid was 
better.