ONE:
Looking at DRUM. He’s in a seated shooter’s position — that was one hell of a shot he just made. We’re in tight, can’t quite tell where he is yet. His cheek is still against his rifle, still looking down the sights.

NO COPY.

TWO:
Stet, but DRUM is raising his head. He looks quietly satisfied with his work, even pleased with himself. It was one heck of a shot.

We’re pulling back now, slightly. We can see the edge of DRAKE standing beside him.

1. DRAKE/off: Don’t look so mighty pleased with yourself, Keyton…

THREE:
Now DRUM starting to get to his feet, DRAKE offering him a hand. Neither are looking at the other, but rather past us, at the activity on the Glory.

2. DRAKE: …I could’ve made that shot myself.

FOUR:
On DRUM. Slight smirk.

3. DRUM: You are a liar, Miles Drake.

4. TAILLESS/small/off: Alarm! Alarm!