INT - BEDROOM, HOOKER RANCH - LATE DAY
It's late and the last rays of the sun come through the
window, falling on the bed where Doc lies, awake but looking
like hell. Wyatt sits next to him, staring at the floor.
After a moment:
WYATT
What makes a man like Ringo, Doc?
What makes him do the things he does?
DOC
A man like Ringo's got a great
Empty hole right through the
Middle of him and no matter what
He does he can't ever fill it. He
Can't kill enough or steal enough
Or inflict enough pain to ever
Fill it. And it drives him mad.
Sick mad. Cold and dirty.
WYATT
So what does he want?
DOC
What does he want? He wants revenge.
WYATT
Revenge? For what?
Doc looks at him, a look of purest sadness in his sunken eyes.
DOC
Being born.
During these days I'm asking my self: how deep is the hole of my soul?
