Screen 1

ONE:
DRAKE. He’s almost angry. SABRE is pushing back from the table, preparing to rise.

1. DRAKE: You could save lives with this.

2. SABRE: And what makes you think those lives are of the slightest of concern to me?

TWO:
Angle, past SABRE, now on her feet and turning away from DRAKE.

DRAKE is now barely keeping his anger and frustration below the surface.

3. DRAKE: Nothing other than common decency.
4. DRAKE: Who gets the map, Captain? The Rose herself? The highest bidder?

THREE:
On SABRE. She’s standing, now, looking at him over her shoulder. Her expression is cold. He’s pressing her buttons. She doesn’t like it. She doesn’t like that he’s gotten in her head.

5. SABRE: That is not your concern.

FOUR:
DRAKE moves forward, angry, taking hold of SABRE by the elbow.

6. DRAKE: It damn-well fully is!

Screen 2

ONE:
DRAKE holds up his BANDAGED hand in front of SABRE, having turned her to face him; he’s still holding her by the elbow.

She’s looking up at him with ice in her expression.

1. DRAKE: I’ve fought, I’ve killed on your deck, in your name!
2. DRAKE: Now, I’ll have the reason for it, and I’ll have it all, or so help me, woman—

TWO:
Stet.

3. SABRE: This is the second time you’ve lain hand upon me uninvited.
4. SABRE: Remove your hand, sir…

THREE:
Stet. They’re glaring at each other.

5. SABRE: …or lose your hand, sir.

FOUR:
DRAKE has stepped back, removing his hand. SABRE is still looking at him coldly.

6. SABRE: The map goes to my Monarch Constant.