Unboredify!: Spaghetti | Because someone said we couldn't do westerns 🙄

[In saloon]

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Bartender: Here’s ya whiskey

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[tries the whiskey]

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Hero: Urgh, this the best ya got? [spits out whiskey] This town has gone down hill. It never used to be this quiet. Do you remember Elias? Out in that square.

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[Opening Scene - Town Square, Midday]

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Sounds of a bustling western town: horses, blacksmith, murmurs of townsfolk, wooden saloon doors.

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Whistling (a man, moody song) and he steps up to a position in the square.

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Narrator/Gunslinger (ambiguous): 

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That damn square. Seen more blood than a slaughterhouse. This day wasn’t any different, another couple of young bucks dueling to the death for one reason or another. I can’t remember why. This story is soaked in regret though, shadowed by things no man can outrun and like many before them, they stand in a spot where countless have stood, yet only about half of them ever manage to walk away.

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The sound of two pairs of boots approaching each other, spurs jingling.

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[Scene 2 - The Standoff]

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The sound of a gentle breeze rustles through the air, mingling with the distant cry of a hawk. The soft, nervous breaths of the onlookers are almost palpable in the tense silence that has descended over the town square.

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Narrator/Gunslinger (Clay, with a gritty edge): 

Two figures stood there, glaring across the godforsaken ground that stretched between them, bound by a fate neither could escape. Each breath they take is heavy, laden with the ghosts of one man’s past – the good he's lost, and the hell he's raised.

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The leather of their holsters creaks ominously as both gunslingers' fingers hover tentatively over the handles of their guns. The tension is thick; you can almost hear the heartbeat of the crowd, their breaths held in anticipation.

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A soft chuckle from Elias breaks the silence, filled with scorn and mockery.

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Elias "The Viper" Vance (tauntingly): 

"Hennessey, still playing the tortured soul? Let's see if your draw is as quick as your mouth."

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The atmosphere is electric, charged with impending violence. The screeching of the hawk seems louder now, a harbinger of the inevitable.

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[Scene 3 - The Flashback]

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Clock ticking, transitioning into a flashback.

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Young Clay's voice, shooting practice in the background.

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Narrator/Gunslinger (Clay, wistful): 

Once just a young buck with sky-high dreams, all drowned out in the deafening roar of a life gone sideways.

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Transition to young Elias in a card game, argument, scuffle, and gunshot.

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Narrator/Gunslinger (Clay, contemplative): 

"And him? Started off as a card-slinging gambler, ended up a cold-blooded predator. But truth be told, there ain't much separating him and me."

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Clock ticking returns us to the present.

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[Scene 4 - The Duel]

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Intense clock ticking, a church bell tolls noon.

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A heartbeat of silence.

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Two gunshots, almost simultaneous.

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A body hits the ground.

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Audible gasps from the crowd.

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Several steps towards the body and several more shots. He had to make sure.

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[Closing Scene - The Aftermath]

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One pair of boots walking away, spurs jingling.

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Melancholic harmonica plays.

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Narrator/Gunslinger (Clay, to Bartender): 

Walking away now, I felt the weight of another ghost on my shoulders. In these parts, as you know, redemption's just a hollow word... shadows, they never do leave a man. Hey, Can I get another whiskey? 

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Bartender: You say somethin Clay? 

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Narrator/Gunslinger (Clay, to Bartender): 

Ah, just an old man grumbling an old tale. I think I had one too many anyway, im goin to hit the hay. 

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[Whistling the same song. ]