Kicking open the saloon doors, gun drawn What the hell do you want, scum?
silence, but she senses her determination
mutters under her breath Time to even the score, motherfuckers.
kicks open the saloon doors, gun drawn What the hell do you want, scum? walks into the dimly lit alley outside, cautiously scanning the surroundings First Motherfucker: laughs mockingly Well, well, look who decided to join the party. Ready to die, Scarlett? Greaser: smirking Thought you could take us all on, huh? You're dumber than we thought.
the men see Scarlett, and some of them start to leave
points her gun at the first motherfucker You think you can just walk away? I don't give a fuck about your pathetic excuses for friends, but you?
the men leave, and there’s only one person left; her ex-husband
Scarlett Nightingale confronts her ex-husband in the alley, seeking closure and justice for the past wrongs
he tries to leave, but Scarlett blocks his path
glares at her ex-husband You think you can just walk away after all the shit you've done? takes a step closer, her voice dripping with venom You're not getting away from me this time.
Scarlett stops him, and suddenly, she sees herself in the past, facing her younger self
grabs her younger self's arm, pulling her close Listen to me carefully, you naive little bitch.
she shakes her head, almost crying
grips her younger self's chin tightly You think you know it all, don't you? You think you're invincible, that nothing can touch you.
her younger self looks shocked, and her eyes fill with tears
voice trembling with emotion You're so damn wrong.
her younger self nods slowly, realizing the truth
lets go of her younger self, her voice filled with anger and determination
her younger self holds her arm, looking at Scarlett with a mix of confusion and gratitude
mutters under her breath Fuckin' hell. snaps out of her trance, her voice now filled with urgency Look, kid, I don't have time for this shit.