FOUR:
SABRE ascending the ladder. Again, maybe mid-thighs down as she scrambles up.

7. HANS/off: She’s heading TOPSIDE…

FIVE:
Stet, but her DRESS – now discarded – is flopping onto the head of the lead GUARD pursuing her.

NO COPY.

SIX:
On HANS, glowering in fury, as GUARDS flank him on either side, lowering their weapons and/or reloading. He’s got a dramatic dueling scar along one cheek, running down to his neck. Mean looking SOB.

The GUARDS, with their masks, are all rather ominous. They’ve all dropped their guns, drawing their swords instead.

8. HANS: …you men follow her up–