As Jack sips his whiskey, a group of rough-looking men eye him from across the room.
The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot. Westbound Script
JACK (looking around the room) Just passing through. As Jack sips his whiskey, a group of
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JACK (V.O) I've been riding for days, searching for a new start. Leaving the past behind. As Jack sips his whiskey
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