Screen 1

ONE:
Interior of SABRE’S CABIN, looking across the MAP TABLE to the DOOR, with the WEATHER MAP spread out and held down with a couple of pieces of bric-a-brac.

1. DRAKE/door: …for four days, now, and you’ve yet to see fit to share where
you’re taking us.

TWO:
Stet, but SABRE is entering, DRAKE following. He truly is reaching the end of his patience.

SABRE is her merry self.

2. SABRE: I gave you ample opportunity to depart, Marshal.
3. SABRE: You and your deputy insisted on coming along.

THREE:
New angle, SABRE is moving through the Cabin, tying her hair back as she goes. She’s still grinning.

DRAKE is close behind her.

4. DRAKE: In pursuit of a murderer and a villain.

5. SABRE: Oh, was that the reason?

Screen 2

ONE:
SABRE has turned abruptly, so she and DRAKE are face-to-face. It’s rather intimately close.

She’s giving him a look that would turn most folk’s knees to water, though if Drake’s knees are going gooey, he is -as always – doing an admirable job of concealing this.

1. SABRE: I thought it was my irresistible charm.

2. DRAKE: I’m resisting.

TWO:
Stet.

NO COPY.

THREE:
Stet. SABRE grins.

3. SABRE: Well, give it time.