On PAYNE, now concealing his PISTOL behind his HAT.
1. PAYNE: …and must demand of you the case which you ho—
PAYNE recoils, flinching, PISTOL revealed, as a BULLET whistles past his ear and SMACKS into the doorframe.
BURLEY jumps back.
2. SFX: KRAK
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.