Screen 1

ONE:
New angle, revealing BURLEY and CALLOW, each dripping with river-water, behind FARROW, each with their GUNS pointed at him.

FARROW is raising his hands. He’s screwed and he knows it.

NO COPY.

TWO:
PAYNE taking the PISTOL from FARROW’S hand. He’s a winner, and he knows it.

BURLEY and CALLOW still covering FARROW.

1. PAYNE: You remember my friends, Sergeant Burley and Mister Callow, don’t you?
2. PAYNE: More stalwart help you would be hard-pressed to employ.

THREE:
PAYNE looking at FARROW’S PISTOL in his hand. FARROW is not unreasonably becoming quite nervous.

3. PAYNE: Now, this is an interesting turn, would you not agree?
4. PAYNE: And were I to end you here and report to the Smoke that it was you who let the map slip away…

FOUR:
PAYNE levels the PISTOL at FARROW.

5. PAYNE: …well, there would be no one to tell it otherwise.
6. PAYNE: I must say, this has been a day of interesting reversals.

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Screen 2

ONE:
Reveal DRAKE and DRUM and WEST. West has a big and mean looking PISTOL of his own, while DRUM has, of course, his rifle, and DRAKE his PISTOL. They’re behind CALLOW and BURLEY, now reacting with surprise.

1. DRAKE: One way to put it, I suppose.

TWO:
Wide shot. A moment’s hesitation — will this be a fight or not?

DRAKE, DRUM, and WEST all covering CALLOW, BURLEY, FARROW, and PAYNE.

PAYNE looks right-pissed. FARROW looks relieved. Because he’s an idiot.

2. DRAKE: That’s an awful lot of iron y’all are carrying.

THREE:
DRAKE. Not nearly as amused as his words would suggest.

3. DRAKE: I imagine it’ll be a pretty splash when they hit the water.