ONE:
SABRE and PAYNE facing each other.

PAYNE is smirking.

SABRE hasn’t moved at all.

FLAMES are leaping up from below.

NO COPY.

TWO:
SABRE still hasn’t moved.

PAYNE is confused.

NO COPY.

THREE:
The GENTLEMAN RIFLEMAN slams into the deck from where he’s plummeted from above. Quite dead.

PAYNE is taken by surprise.

SABRE smirks.

NO COPY.

FOUR:
SABRE. There’s a mean to her, now, behind that smile.

1. SABRE: You said something about a sharpshooter, Mister Payne?