The Columbia Pictures logo appears, then fades.
Darkness. Quiet. The CAMERA MOVES through the gloom of the small, dirty, wooden hut, past a broken table, over a well-worn saddle lying on the floor.
TITLE: COLUMBIA PICTURES PRESENTS
Now, a pair of boots standing empty by the rotting remains of a rough-hewn bunk, up to a holstered gun hung on the corner of the bed.
TITLE: A LAWRENCE KASDAN FILM
The still shape of a man, a bedroll his only protection from the splintery planks. This is EMMETT, fast asleep.