Angle, GUNMAN and HOSTAGE to DRAKE, with his remaining pistol visible in its holster.
1. GUNMAN: You think I’m scared of you, Miles Drake?
2. GUNMAN: I see that second shooter of yours.
On the GUNMAN and HOSTAGE. The GUNMAN is fatally sure of himself.
3. GUNMAN: Ain’t NOBODY that f
Stet, but the HOSTAGE is standing exactly as before, the GUNMAN gone from panel.
4. SFX: KRAK
On DRAKE, holding his second pistol, smoke wisping from the barrel.
He looks tired.
Wide, revealing the HOSTAGE standing still as before, the LAST GUNMAN dead on the ground.
DRAKE is holstering.
DRAKE adjusting his hat, sighing.
1. DRAKE: DRUM.
2. DRAKE: We’re gonna need that KEY.
DRAKE turns, to find DRUM already beside him, holding the KEY on its CHAIN up to show him.
3. DRUM: Way ahead of you.