On O’HARE, holding his cards. He’s about to erupt, just shivering on the edge of his rage.
1. O’HARE/small: Damn dirty cheat–
O’HARE rising from the table, going for his GUN.
DRAKE’S HAND is landing on his shoulder.
2. O’HARE: –settle you–
3. DRAKE/off: Let’s not have any of that.
O’HARE, startled, looking up at DRAKE, who still has a firm grip on the man’s shoulder.
DRAKE is giving him that look. You know the one.
O’HARE still has his hand on his gun, but he’s stopped himself.
4. O’HARE: And who the Hell might you be?
5. O’HARE: Paid by him, most like?
DRAKE, as before, but one hand has moved to his LAPEL.
On DRAKE’S chest, the LAPEL drawn back, revealing his BADGE.
On DRAKE, addressing the table. DRUM has moved a few feet to the side, watching everyone that Drake isn’t. Everyone at the table is looking at DRAKE, reacting.
JOHNS looks none too pleased.
1. DRAKE: Game is closed.
2. DRAKE: Clear out.