JACK (V.O) In a place like this, you've got to be ready to defend yourself.
The bartender, a grizzled old man, looks him up and down before pouring a shot. Westbound Script
As Jack sips his whiskey, a group of rough-looking men eye him from across the room. JACK (V
FADE TO BLACK.
Jack walks into a dimly lit saloon, the sound of poker chips and whiskey glasses filling the air. He approaches the bar. a grizzled old man