INT. DAY. WILD WEST SALOON.
A SALOON IS PACKED FULL OF DRINKERS, GAMBLERS AND WHORES BUT IT IS EERILY SILENT. A STRANGER WALKS IN AND THE NOISE STARTS.
STRANGER: (to bartender)
Bourbon on the rocks.
BARTENDER:
What? I can't hear a thing.
STRANGER: (shouting)
BOURBON ON THE ROCKS!
Bartender:
You'll need to speak up, I can't hear you.
THE STRANGER EXITS THE SALOON DOORS AND THE RAUCOUS CROWD FALL SILENT.
STRANGER: (distant)
Bourbon on the rocks.
HE ENTERS THE SALOON AND THE NOISE STARTS UP AGAIN. HE PAYS FOR HIS DRINK AND STANDS BESIDE THE SWINGING SALOON DOORS. HE BOLTS OUTSIDE AND AGAIN THE NOISE STOPS.
HE STANDS OUTSIDE, GAZES UPWARDS AND SHAKES HIS HEAD.
CUT TO SIGN ABOVE SALOON DOOR SAYING 'IRISH PUB.'
