Transition. Nice panorama shot, as the Cloud Queen makes her way sedately over the terrain, lit by an Easterly sunset.
On DRAKE, leaning against the railing, looking out at the night that has now fallen. Perhaps sucking on a pipe.
Angle, DRAKE looking to see DRUM now standing at his elbow.
Angle on DRUM, cracking a grin; Drake amuses him.
DRAKE sighs, knocking out his pipe’s bowl.
1. DRAKE: Suppose it’s got to be done.