INT. HARDIN’S HOUSE - DAY

Like usual, the place is way too crowded. Now you can tell there’s a war on: most of the clientele is in uniform and PERIOD MUSIC blasts from the jukebox. Behind the bar, Hardin grabs a CIGARBOX and surreptitiously slips into the bedroom. IN THE BEDROOM Hardin sits on the bed, pulling CASH from the overflowing cigarbox and wrapping it into bundles which he holds in place with RUBBER BANDS. LATER Hardin is kneeling by the open closet - the one guarded by his WINCHESTER in the corner - putting the wads of cash into a glass FRUIT JAR already about half-full with other bundles. MORE JARS, already full, are stacked behind. 59. -- 60 of 109 --