PAYNE flicks his blade across SABRE’S face; SABRE’S head is snapping to the side.

1. PAYNE: —your prize

On SABRE, looking at us again. She’s ticked. Payne cut her cheek, blood running now.

2. PAYNE/off: —and your life!

3. SABRE: If you are not willing to pay, Mister Payne…

PAYNE is reaching down for the MAP CASE with his blood-covered hand.

SABRE’S blade is slicing the back of his hand.

4. SABRE/off: …you should not play!

5. PAYNE: aah!