Screen 1

ONE:
On SABRE, the GLASS again to her eye. She’s looking grave, serious. WEST is beside her, similarly serious, watching.

1. SABRE/small: Oh, Hans, you dear man…

TWO:
POV SABRE, through the GLASS. We can see the CLOUDS OF SMOKE that the rockets’ explosions have created. Blocking their view of the Iron Crown.

NO COPY.

THREE:
Stet, SABRE closing the glass again.

Slight smile.

2. SABRE/small: …that screen works both ways