ONE:
CALLOW, BURLEY, and FARROW’S GUNS, all splashing into the river.

NO COPY.

TWO:
DRUM is moving forward, for PAYNE, as DRAKE speaks. DRUM is slinging his RIFLE as he goes.

WEST is still covering the group.

1. DRAKE: Darius Payne, I am arresting you for murder, conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, corrupting a public official, bribery…

THREE:
DRUM is putting IRONS on PAYNE’S wrists.

PAYNE has clenched his jaw, glaring.

2. DRAKE/off: …and a host of other charges of which I am certain you are acquainted.

3. PAYNE: I have powerful friends, Marshal.

FOUR:
DRUM has pushed PAYNE towards DRAKE. DRAKE is non-plussed.

4. DRAKE: Not as many as you once did, I think.
5. DRAKE: I hear tell the Smoke doesn’t cotton much to failure.