The JUDGE is thoroughly agitated, now. PAYNE is watching DRAKE, curious.
DRAKE and DRUM both have their attention on the Judge.
1. D’ARRABAS: What do you—he had a key but you didn’t take it?
2. D’ARRABAS: Where is it? What happened to it?
DRAKE considering, maybe squinting a bit. Thinking on this.
3. DRAKE: You sent Drum and myself to apprehend a fugitive by the name of
4. DRAKE: A man wanted for theft, brawling, cheating at cards, and taking
affection from another man’s wife.
5. DRAKE: No mention was made of a key that should cost a man his life.
Almost stet, DRAKE a little more steely, here.
6. DRAKE: There something I should know about this key you’re talking
Beat. PAYNE, the JUDGE, DRAKE, and DRUM. The JUDGE is looking to PAYNE. PAYNE is watching DRAKE. DRAKE and DRUM waiting.
Angle on PAYNE, removing a cigarillo from within his coat, preparing it. He’s calm, even mildly amused, his attention on the item in his hand.
1. PAYNE: Idle speculation, Marshal. I assure you.
2. PAYNE: And nothing you should concern yourselves with.
New angle, maybe between Drake and Drum?
The JUDGE is looking at PAYNE, silently at a loss. PAYNE is glancing to the JUDGE while still, ostensibly, focused on preparing his smoke.
1. PAYNE: Modeste, these men have had a hard journey.
2. PAYNE: Surely you needn’t detain them here further?
3. D’ARRABAS: No…
On the JUDGE, oddly defeated, as he speaks to DRAKE.
4. D’ARRABAS: …of course not.
5. D’ARRABAS: You may go, Marshal.
Angle, past PAYNE, as DRAKE and DRUM head out the door.