SABRE and PAYNE facing each other.
PAYNE is smirking.
SABRE hasn’t moved at all.
FLAMES are leaping up from below.
SABRE still hasn’t moved.
PAYNE is confused.
The GENTLEMAN RIFLEMAN slams into the deck from where he’s plummeted from above. Quite dead.
PAYNE is taken by surprise.
SABRE. There’s a mean to her, now, behind that smile.
1. SABRE: You said something about a sharpshooter, Mister Payne?