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Mossberg .12 gauge shotgun. Jack takes a casual sip of

Evian, snaps the barrel into the rifle stock, and

pumps -

CUT TO:

INT. TRAIN BAR -LATE NIGHT

Jack greets the bartender with a nod.

JACK:

Maker’s Mark neat.

The barkeep grabs a shot glass.

(CONTINUED)

11.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

In a snifter.

Barkeep gives him a look and Jack’s there to meet it.

JACK:

Please. Thank you.

Jack checks his quiet surroundings and takes a sip.

CUT TO:

INT. TRAIN BATHROOM -EARLY MORNING

Jack stops shaving and concentrates on his reflection,

still saddened by the news.

INT. TRAIN DINING CAR -LATER

In preppy-casual, he reads the Wall Street Journal and

sips orange juice. Outside, whizzing by, is a sun-

scorched prairie.

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

INT. TRAIN CABIN 3C -NIGHT

Jack’s furrowed reflection comes INTO VIEW as he talks on

his cell phone. He shuts if off then shuts his eyes.

On the track --A loud TRAIN HORN.

MATCH CUT TO:

INT. TRAIN CABIN -DAY

Jack opens his eyes to the palm-tree-lined landscape of

downtown Los Angeles.

EXT. DOWNTOWN TRAIN STATION -LATER

Jack exits the train, hanging bag now open lengthwise and

draped over his shoulder.

INT. DOWNTOWN TRAIN STATION -CONTINUOUS ACTION

Jack speaks into his cell phone receiver.

(CONTINUED)

12.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

Gloria? Are you okay? No, don’t

get in the car. I’ll grab a cab.

CUT TO:

EXT. SHOTS OF LOS ANGELES -LATE AFTERNOON

Koreatown. Griffith Observatory. The Hollywood Hills.

Mexican take-out and 7-Elevens.

EXT. 101 FREEWAY NORTH -ORANGE TAXICAB

It crawls through Friday traffic.

INT. TAXI -TIGHT ON JACK

Dry and relaxed.

WIDER:

The foreign driver sweats like Nixon.

JACK:

I hate this dirty town.

CUT TO:

EXT. VALLEY SUBURB TWO-STORY HOUSE -LATER

Jack graciously tips the cabbie and takes stock of the

rundown house. He checks up and down the street. After

a long and reflective moment -

VOICE (O.S.)

I took a Valium and it literally

knocked me out.

Jack turns to GLORIA CARTER, Frank’s widow, standing in

the doorwell. Mid-forties and still beautiful, the last

few years have taken their toll.

GLORIA:

I’m sorry.

JACK:

Don’t apologize to me, Gloria.

Jack smiles before he gives her a passionate hug.

13.

INT. SMALL THREE-BEDROOM -JACK’S POV

They enter.

GLORIA:

knows it’s untidy but can’t help it.

Fifteen year-old DOREEN CARTER, an attractive blonde with

a sad expression, locks eyes with Jack as she scoops

laundry out of the dryer.

GLORIA:

Doreen? You remember your Uncle

Jack.

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