ONE:
On the PILE OF WEAPONS from Barclay, Beaufort, Burley, and Callow, now in a heap outside the captain’s cabin.

NO COPY.

TWO:
SABRE standing at the map table, the LANTERN’S glow, her PISTOL pointed at PAYNE, seated on the COUCH.

BARCLAY, BEAUFORT, BURLEY and CALLOW all filing in.

NO COPY.

THREE:
On PAYNE and the rest, seated on the couch. None of them are pleased, but PAYNE is quietly fuming. This is not what they expected.

NO COPY.

FOUR:
On SABRE. She’s cocked her elbow, raising her point of aim upwards. A sly smile. The MAP CASE in her other hand.

1. SABRE: Now then, let us chat, shall we?