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PANEL 1
Exterior shot of Jazzhand's - Rugby, North Dakota's sketchiest piano bar. The cinderblock building has seen better days, and a "z" is burned out on the neon sign. A couple of Harleys are lined up outside the doors in the gravel parking lot. A beat-to-hell, green VW camper is parked on the opposite side of the lot.

CAPTION
Location: Rugby, North Dakota

PANEL 2
Inside. The front room of Jazzhand's is poorly lit, and has a bar running the length of the room with a few booths along the back wall. A hallway at the back of the room leads to the piano bar. The bartender--BUFORD LEE JAZZHAND--stands behind the bar cleaning a glass with a towel. Off to the side, a TRUCKER sits alone in a booth, nursing a beer. GABRIEL sits hunched over at the bar. The guy looks bad. At least four days of beard growth. He doesn't have a sword. He's got a solid drunk going--contemplative bordering on sloppy--and he's brooding like crazy. One hand is wrapped around a glass of liquor sitting on the bar. Buford has left the bottle.
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PANEL 3
Closeup on Gabriel, staring blankly into the middle distance.
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PANEL 4
Same shot. Gabriel raises the drink to his lips and drains the glass.
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PANEL 4
Same shot. Gabriel puts the empty glass down. SILENT JIM has appeared behind him out of nowhere. Gabriel doesn't seem pleased.

GABRIEL
Shut up, Silent Jim.