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Mattie, discomfited by his look, turns hastily forward and pushes open the door. A
jingling sound prompts one more glance to the side.

The man's face is now hidden by his hat. Just before Mattie's point of view, now a lateral
track, starts to lose him behind the door jamb, he raises a spurred boot to push against the
porch rail and tip his chair back. He raises his other foot, spur jingling, and drapes it over
the first.


INSIDE

We are pushing in on the landlady.

Landlady
Isn't your mother expecting you home, dear? I did not think
to see you this evening.

Mattie
My business is not yet finished. Mrs. Floyd, have any rooms
opened up? Grandma Turner. . . the bed is quite narrow.

Landlady
The second-floor back did open up but the gentleman on the
porch has just taken it. But don't worry yourself, dear--you
are not disturbing Grandma Turner.


DARK BEDROOM

As before, unseen Grandma Turner snores loudly as wind whistles and Mattie shivers.

Fade to black.

Very quiet.

In the quiet, a faint crickle-crackle of flame. It is followed by a lip-pop and a deep inhale.

Mattie opens her eyes. She is beaded with sweat. She looks blearily up.

The room is dim. A man sits facing her in a straghtback chair, faintly backlit by the
daylight leaking through the curtained window behind him. He exhales pipesmoke.

Cowboy
You are sleeping the day away.
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Mattie
I am not well.

The man rises and, spurs jingling, crosses to the window, and throws open the curtain.

Mattie squints at him against the daylight:

The man has a cowlick and barndoor ears and is once again well-accoutered for riding. He
steps away from the window and reseats himself.

Cowboy
You do not look well. My name is LeBoeuf. I have just
come from Yell County.

Mattie
We have no rodeo clowns in Yell County.

LeBoeuf
A saucy line will not get you far with me. I saw your mother
yesterday morning. She says for you to come right on home.

Mattie
Hm. What was your business there?

LeBoeuf takes a small photograph from his coat.

LeBoeuf
This is a man I think you know.

Mattie looks at the picture through red-rimmed eyes.
. . . You called him Tom Chaney, I believe. . .

Mattie declines to contradict. LeBoeuf continues:
. . . though in the months I have been tracking him he has
used the names Theron Chelmsford, John Todd Andersen,
and others. He dallied in Monroe, Louisiana, and Pine Bluff,
Arkansas before turning up at your father's place.

Mattie
Why did you not catch him in Monroe, Louisiana or Pine
Bluff, Arkansas?
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LeBoeuf
He is a crafty one.

Mattie
I thought him slow-witted myself.

LeBoeuf
That was his act.

Mattie
It was a good one. Are you some kind of law?

LeBoeuf tips back in his chair and draws back his coat to display a star. A smug look.

LeBoeuf
That's right. I am a Texas Ranger.

Mattie
That may make you a big noise in that state; in Arkansas you
should mind that your Texas trappings and title do not make
you an object of fun. Why have you been ineffectually
pursuing Chaney?

LeBoeuf's smile stays in place with effort.

LeBoeuf
He shot and killed a state senator named Bibbs down in
Waco, Texas. The Bibbs family have put out a reward.

Mattie
How came Chaney to shoot a state senator?

LeBoeuf
My understanding is there was an argument about a dog. Do
you know anything about where Chaney has gone?

Mattie
He is in the Territory, and I hold out little hope for you
earning your bounty.

LeBoeuf
Why is that?

Mattie
My man will beat you to it. I have hired a deputy marshal,
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the toughest one they have, and he is familiar with the Lucky Ned Pepper
gang that they say Chaney has tied up with.

LeBoeuf
Well, I will throw in with you and your marshal.

Mattie
No. Marshal Cogburn and I are fine.

LeBoeuf
It'll be to our mutual advantage. Your marshal I presume
knows the Territory; I know Chaney. It is at least a two-man
job taking him alive.

Mattie
When Chaney is taken he is coming back to Fort Smith to
hang. I am not having him go to Texas to hang for shooting
some senator.

LeBoeuf
Haw-haw! It is not important where he hangs, is it?

Mattie
It is to me. Is it to you?

LeBoeuf
It means a great deal of money to me. It's been many
months' work.

Mattie
I'm sorry that you are paid piecework not on wages, and that
you have been eluded the winter long by a halfwit. Marshal
Cogburn and I are fine.

LeBoeuf stands.

LeBoeuf
You give out very little sugar with your pronouncements.
While I sat there watching you I gave some thought to
stealing a kiss, though you are very young and sick and
unattractive to boot, but now I have a mind to give you five
or six good licks with my belt.
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in a screenplay of 118 pages
Young Mattie (Hailee Steinfeld) meets rough Texas Ranger
LaBoeuf (Matt Damon)
in
True Grit; screenplay by Joel & Ethan
Coen; based on the novel by Charles Portis.