Ghost Ship Page #14

Murphy extinguishes the last of the flames in the turbine

well as Dodge brings a snaking tendril of fire down to the

deck, and finally out.

They stand there in the sudden silence, the air heavy with

smoke. A fine layer of halon powder lies over everything,

but the fire is out.

EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - DECK - DAY

Dodge smokes a cigarette, now starting to feel his burned

leg, which is oozing as Murphy and Greer look on.

DODGE:

One minute I'm minding my own

business, the next thing I know the

whole place is burning up.

(taking a drag)

An oxygen tank must've blown on the

welder. Started an oil fire.

GREER:

Looks like it took out the backup

genny too.

MURPHY:

Terrific.

Epps arrives with a first aid kit.

MURPHY:

How's that leg?

Epps cuts back the burned pant leg to see the burn.

DODGE:

Seen better -- Ow!

Epps cleans the burn with hydrogen peroxide.

EPPS:

This's gonna hurt a little.

DODGE:

Thanks for the warning -- Ow! Damn!

Epps keeps cleaning as Dodge bears it.

GREER:

What now?

MURPHY:

We could call for help.

GREER:

And get a bunch of fools sniffin'

around here?

EPPS:

What other choices have we got?

DODGE:

I tell you one thing, we're not gonna

be towing no ship now.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

A gas lantern sits on the map table illuminating Murphy as

he holds the radio mic.

MURPHY:

(to radio)

United States Coastguard, this is

tugboat Arctic Warrior whiskey alpha

sierra bravo four zero niner two.

Radio check. Over.

A moment, then:

COASTGUARD DISPATCHER (V.O. RADIO)

Arctic Warrior, Arctic Warrior, Arctic

Warrior. This is United States

Coastguard Station North Island.

Your radio check is affirmative.

Over.

MURPHY:

Roger that, North Island. Arctic

Warrior whiskey alpha sierra bravo

four zero niner two. Over and out.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CREW QUARTERS - NIGHT

Dodge pours out a few cans of cold chili into a bowl and

takes it to the table where Epps, Greer, and Murphy sit under

the stark light of a gas lantern.

GREER:

Fifty million four ways. That's twelve

million and change a piece. What

you gonna do with your share, skipper?

MURPHY:

Not much at all, I guess. Retire.

Live out my golden years and all

that.

DODGE:

I'm buyin' me a nice outrigger.

Spend my time hauling rich Seattle

business men through the Puget.

MURPHY:

How about you Epps?

EPPS:

Guess I'll just keep working.

DODGE:

What're you crazy?

EPPS:

I like my job.

MURPHY:

Greer?

GREER:

Moving to Sweden.

DODGE:

What's so great about Sweden?

GREER:

It's a beautiful country. Very clean.

Very civilized. And cold.

EPPS:

That's a good thing?

GREER:

Hell, yeah. I like it cold. Colder

the better.

DODGE:

Yeah, but not as cold as those Swedish

girls you only gonna dream about.

GREER:

We'll see who's dreamin', m'man.

MURPHY:

Dreamin's all any of you're gonna be

doing if we don't get this boat

running.

DODGE:

Yeah, yeah.

A STRANGE SOUND BEGINS. IT IS LIKE A DISTANT SHRIEKING, AS

OF METAL AGAINST METAL, BUT ALMOST HUMAN, DISTANTLY ECHOING.

GREER:

What the hell is that?

The SHRIEKING CONTINUES, ECHOING EERILY AS IF FROM THE SEA.

EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - DECK - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT

Dodge, Epps, Murphy and Greer emerge on deck.

The DISTANT SHRIEKING IS LOUDER HERE, BUT SEEMS TO BE

EMANATING FROM DEEP IN THE SHIP as they stand facing it on

the bow.

EPPS:

It's coming from inside.

They hold there listening as the SHRIEKING CONTINUES.

DODGE:

Sounds like the hull.

MURPHY:

Warm water current maybe, making the

metal expand.

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