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.
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.
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…
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.
7. SFX/off: clk
8. SFX/off: k-chak
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.
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.
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.