Screen 1
ONE:
Angle, low, past DRAKE, pinned by the OCTOPION.

PAYNE is approaching, walking beneath the clockwork, wearing the harness. He’s grinning.

1. PAYNE: If it makes you feel any better, Marshal…

TWO:
On PAYNE, slight smile. He’s still very smooth, very pleasant.

2. PAYNE: …it’s not the key that’s worth dying for.
3. PAYNE: It’s what it opens.

THREE:
Angle, DRAKE trapped, but still somehow maintaining that taciturn nature. Looking up at PAYNE.

4. DRAKE: Don’t imagine you’re looking to enlighten me, then?

Screen 2
ONE:
Almost DRAKE POV, looking up at PAYNE, the OCTOPOID looming behind them, blocking the view of skies.

PAYNE is smiling gently.

1. PAYNE: Enlightenment isn’t mine to give, Marshal.
2. PAYNE: For that, you must look to the Makers.

TWO:
Stet.

PAYNE is more somber, about to pull down one of the LEVERS on the harness.

3. PAYNE: You’ll be seeing them soon enough.

THREE:
PAYNE pulls the LEVER.

NO COPY.

FOUR:
Stet, PAYNE twisting his head, in surprise.

4. SFX: CHAKOW CHAKOW