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!