Ghost Ship Page #13

GREER:

So what? We gonna unload the gold

and get a move on?

MURPHY:

We leave it where it is. Stick to

the plan.

DODGE:

You gotta be kidding? What the hell

we need that tub for, we got fifty

million bucks?

MURPHY:

So we get a little more for the boat.

Besides, the gold'll be safer where

it is.

GREER:

Yeah, but we still gotta haul that

big piece of sh*t all the way back

to Sitka.

MURPHY:

It's worth the effort. Believe me.

Besides we're gonna need her to prove

the salvage.

EPPS:

Why not call for help?

MURPHY:

For now the best thing we can do is

to keep quiet about this.

DODGE:

Last thing we want is extra partners.

EPPS:

Or uninvited guests.

GREER:

I heard that.

MURPHY:

Dodge, you gotta get on those repairs.

DODGE:

Yeah, yeah. I'm on it.

MURPHY:

The sooner we get under way, the

sooner we are to spending what's

ours.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - ENGINE ROOM - DAY

Dodge, wearing a welding mask and gloves, braises an aluminum

fitting over one of the open turbines.

INT. CHIMERA - SUB-DECK CARGO COMPARTMENT - DAY

Epps finishes stacking the gold ingots in a cleared space

beyond the twisted hatch.

GREER:

Two hundred twenty. Two twenty one.

(as Epps stacks the

last one)

Two twenty two.

Greer makes a note.

GREER:

Two hundred twenty two kilograms of

solid gold.

EPPS:

That's what I call a payday.

GREER:

Hell yeah.

They slap hands.

INT. CHIMERA - TOP DECK - PASSAGEWAY - DAY

Murphy moves down the darkened passage, coming to a door

marked "CAPTAIN." The door is ajar. He pushes it open.

INT. CHIMERA - CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS - CONTINUOUS - DAY

Murphy stands in the doorway of a spacious cabin panelled in

dark wood. A large desk occupies a corner of the room by the

windows. Though dirty and worn with time, everything is

ordered and in its place.

Murphy comes to the desk. He sits down in the chair behind

it. The surface is clear and uncluttered. He pulls out the

drawer to reveal pens, writing paper, a ruler, compass and

protractor amidst other sundry items.

INT. CHIMERA - CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS - BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER -

DAY:

Murphy steps in. The room is undisturbed, light falling in

on the taught green bedspread through dirty, tattered

curtains. A robe hangs on the back of a chair. A pair of

slippers lie beneath it.

INT. CHIMERA - CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS - BATHROOM - MOMENTS LATER -

DAY:

Murphy stands in the bathroom. The tile has yellowed with

time, but everything is exactly as it was left. Even the

shaving kit is neatly arrayed on the sink as Murphy looks on

at it. He looks up, seeing himself in the mirror, when an

EXPLOSION SOUNDS.

EXT. CHIMERA - TOP DECK - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

Murphy comes to the railing, looking out over the bow of the

ship to see black smoke rising from where the Arctic Warrior

is tied.

EXT. CHIMERA - FORWARD DECK - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

Greer and Epps run to the side to see billowing smoke rising

from the Arctic Warrior as Murphy climbs down the crane to

the deck.

EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CONTINUOUS - DAY

Murphy jumps down to the deck. Flames belch from an open

hatch as Murphy grabs a fire extinguisher from a deck locker,

coming to the engine room door.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - ENGINE ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY

Murphy enters to find the engine room engulfed in flames and

black smoke. He finds Dodge spraying at it with an

extinguisher of his own.

The flames belch up from an oil fire in the turbine well,

the heat searing paint on the metal covers. Murphy sprays a

cloud of halon and the fire dims, but only for a moment.

Dodge grabs another extinguisher, his leg burned, face and

hands singed.

An EXPLOSION ROCKS THE BOAT and molten flames hurl through

the air, catching Murphy's pant leg. He's so engrossed in

fighting the flames, he doesn't realize he's on fire.

DODGE:

(over the roar)

Murphy!

Murphy looks down to see his pant leg is on fire, as Dodge

turns a cloud of halon on him, putting it out.

DODGE:

Propane tanks're gonna go!

Murphy crosses in the smoke, coming as close as he dares to

the most intense part of the flames. He turns the extinguisher

into them, holding it there.

The flames dim, as Dodge joins him on the other side, turning

his extinguisher on it too. The fire seems to dim yet again

as clouds of halon rise up.

Fire belches from a duct, crawling across the ceiling. Dodge

fires his extinguisher at it, pushing it back across to the

wall again.

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