Screen 1

ONE:
DRAKE and DRUM exchanging looks, as SABRE waits, much as before.

1. DRAKE: This key

TWO:
DRAKE looking at SABRE. Measuring her, and her response.

2. DRAKE: …what makes it yours to claim?

3. SABRE: Aside from the fact that I have what it opens? Nothing at
all.

THREE:
SABRE, a little sexy, a little sassy, closer to DRAKE. DRAKE still as above.

4. SABRE: Don’t you want to know why men are willing to kill for
that little piece of metal?
5. SABRE: Don’t you want to know just what it unlocks?

FOUR:
Stet.

SABRE is amused.

6. DRAKE: Not particularly.

Screen 2

ONE:
SABRE shifts, arms folded. Looking at DRAKE with new eyes. She likes him more and more.

1. SABRE: Aren’t you just full of surprises.
2. SABRE: And what is it you do want, Marshal Miles Drake?

TWO:
DRAKE in FG, DRUM past him. DRUM is in silent, emphatic agreement, with Drake’s words.

And Drake means what he’s saying.

3. DRAKE: A man was murdered, a judge was bought, and the law
was made a whore.
4. DRAKE: If Darius Payne weren’t behind it, he knows who is.

THREE:
SABRE, still cocky, still swagger, maybe opening her arms to gesture, oh, that’s easy. Amused.

5. SABRE: I know who is, Marshal.

FOUR:
SABRE, more serious.

6. SABRE: Trust me when I say, you’re happier in the dark.