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ONE:
On PAYNE, now concealing his PISTOL behind his HAT.

1. PAYNE: …and must demand of you the case which you ho—

TWO:
PAYNE recoils, flinching, PISTOL revealed, as a BULLET whistles past his ear and SMACKS into the doorframe.

BURLEY jumps back.

2. SFX: KRAK

THREE:
SABRE, the SMOKE rising from the barrel of her still-leveled PISTOL, thumbing the HAMMER back for a second shot. Now she’s not messing around.

3. SABRE: You have the airs of a gentleman, but not the heart, Mister Payne.
4. SABRE: Drop your weapon, else my next shot drops you.