(CHOSEN turns upstage, SNOW
runs in laughing. SHE carries 2 lacrosse sticks. CHOSEN follows her
in, bumping into BEAR, who is on his way out. BEAR takes gun from him
You play like an old woman!
CHOSEN: I play like an
SNOW: Ha. Anyone can
see you cheat!
CHOSEN: Cheat! Me? You
caught the ball in your hands!
SNOW: I did not.
CHOSEN: I saw you!
SNOW: You're imagining things.
(SHE starts to cross past HIM)
things?! Give me those sticks.
(HE grabs sticks as SHE
walks by. However, SHE doesn't let go of them and allows herself to
be pulled into CHOSEN. HE is visibly flustered and turns away.)
CHOSEN: Now I
understand why girls can't play in the real game. You have no respect
for... for the rules!
SNOW: Oh, for heaven's
sake. Chosen One, calm down. You look all puffed up like a big
turkey. Bac - bac - bac!
(SNOW imitates turkey.)
CHOSEN: Now stop that. Stop!
SNOW: Braach! Bracc! Brach!
CHOSEN: I've had enough
of this. I have work to do.
(Starts to go, SNOW gets
shoes, speaks over her shoulder.)
SNOW: (singing, sweetly)
Oh, Chosen One...
CHOSEN: (halts, hesitates) Yes?
SNOW: I found your
shoes outside my house last night.
CHOSEN: My shoes? Huh!
They must have belonged to someone else.
SNOW: They were your
hunting shoes the soft ones with the red beads. I'm sure they
belong to you.
(SHE holds them up for him
CHOSEN: Ah, well, yes.
I must have dropped them...
(HE goes to grab shoes.
SNOW pulls them away and taunts HIM with them.)
CHOSEN: Uh... dropped
them by your...
(Again SHE pulls away,
laughing. After a few moments of this game CHOSEN is quite agitated.
SNOW suddenly drops the game and speaks directly to HIM.)
SNOW: If you want to
marry me you must ask me in plain terms. I've learned a thing or two
at the White Man's school. You can't just leave your shoes outside a
girl's door if you want her to marry you. (gives him shoes) This
is old fashioned.
CHOSEN: Old fashioned?
SNOW: An Indian
tradition. It's very... backward, Chosen One. When a White Man asks a
woman to marry him, he goes down on one knee like this... (SHE
demonstrates.) He takes off his hat, of course. And he takes her
hand like so. He says, "My lady, will you marry me?" And he
kisses her very lightly on the fingers.
(SHE holds his hand, he is
moved, lingers then draws his hand back and moves away.)
CHOSEN: I never heard
of anything so... so...
SNOW: Civilized. It's
civilized, Chosen One. If any man ever wants to marry me he must ask
me in a civilized way. And, also, I expect presents.
SNOW: Very nice presents.
CHOSEN: But you are
supposed to give me a deer skin coat and an ear of corn and you are
SNOW: I want a gold ring.
SNOW: Yes, and I'm
supposed to wear it on this finger like a lady.
CHOSEN: You are not a
white lady, you are a Cherokee woman. We have our own way of doing
things! For generations our people have been marrying in the same
way. The Cherokee way.
SNOW: Very well, then. (turns
away then back) Don't forget your shoes.
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