Jack steps outside, a confrontation brewing. The men from the saloon follow him out.
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JACK Whiskey. Neat.
Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar. Westbound Script
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JACK (V.O) In a place like this, you've got to be ready to defend yourself. Jack steps outside, a confrontation brewing