Clint Eastwood, 'The Man With No Name' rides into a dusty backwater town.
He dismounts his horse, squints at the blazing sun, wipes beads of sweat from his forehead and strides purposefully towards a noisy Saloon.
He swings open the slatted doors.
A HUSH DESCENDS
His scowling face peers through the crowd towards the bar, narrowed eyes take in a sign - 'Happy Hour'
He spits out a blade of grass, turns, walks out, gets back on his horse and gallops off.