Ghost Ship Page #15

GREER:

That sh*t is seriously bizarre.

The DISTANT SHRIEKING ECHO continues as they hold there.

EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - DECK - DAY

The engine room is black with soot, the turbines covered in

halon powder. Dodge stands there looking at it. He sighs.

INT. CHIMERA - GALLEY - DAY

Greer goes through shelves of supplies, finding a stack of

sterno cans and warming candles. He throws them into a wooden

crate of other supplies he's gathered.

INT. CHIMERA - FIRST CLASS STATEROOM - DAY

Epps slowly pushes open the door. She holds a sack with a

few items she's managed to scavenge. Light falls from

curtained windows onto the room. A divan sits against the

wall. A table stands in the middle of the room, a moth-eaten

velvet table cloth sitting under a brass lamp on top. Two

twin beds stand on either side. They are covered in dust and

are moth-eaten, unmade, as if the occupants had just gotten

up, fifty years ago.

In one corner is an armoire. Epps steps up to it, pulling

back the door to reveal a rack of woman's clothing hanging

there undisturbed.

INT. CHIMERA - STATEROOM - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

A pair of slippers lie on the floor beside a chair, over

which is draped a woman's robe. Epps lifts it, the material

crumbling in her hands.

INT. CHIMERA - STATEROOM - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

A drawer comes back to reveal a number of personal affects,

a man's billfold, cuff links, tarnished silver cigarette

holder and case, coins, black horn-rimmed glasses, pocket

watch and fob, and a room key.

Epps pulls back the billfold. She opens it. Inside she finds

a Canadian passport a picture of a dark-haired man with a

mustache and black horn-rimmed glasses, circa 1950. In the

folds she finds three hundred Canadian dollars. An insert

holds pictures, of a suburban home, children, and a woman,

presumably his wife.

INT. CHIMERA - "A" DECK PASSAGE - LATER - DAY

Epps steps from the room. She turns to close the door, but

stops, holding there, strongly sensing something.

THE CAMERA SLOWLY COMES AROUND TO HER OTHER SIDE, revealing

the long passageway behind her, each bulkhead hatchway

creating the impression of a tunnel of mirrors that frame

one another and, standing at the very end of this tunnel in

the foggy light from a porthole, a MAN in dark clothing.

Epps slowly turns her head to see what she already senses,

the man standing at the end of the passageway facing her. A

beat as they hold there. The man only stares back at her,

then turns to walk away.

EPPS:

Hey!

Epps moves off as the man walks around the corner.

EPPS:

Hey, wait a minute! Hey!

MOVING WITH Epps as she breaks into a run, going down the

passageway. She comes to the corner, rounding it out onto

another passageway. The man is nowhere to be seen.

Epps moves quickly down the passageway, coming to the next

corner, rounding it out to see only another long passageway.

She turns back, running right into Murphy.

MURPHY:

Take it easy, you'll live longer.

EPPS:

Did you see him?

MURPHY:

Who?

EPPS:

The guy. He just came this way.

MURPHY:

What guy?

EPPS:

There's somebody else on this boat.

MURPHY:

What? What the hell're you talking

about.

EPPS:

I saw him. Just a minute ago. Some

guy.

MURPHY:

Are you sure?

EPPS:

Of course I'm sure. I saw him.

MURPHY:

You sure it wasn't me?

EPPS:

It wasn't you. It was somebody else.

There's somebody else aboard.

A beat as Murphy looks back at her.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

Greer, Dodge, Murphy, and Epps stand around by lantern light.

DODGE:

Light in those passages ain't so

good.

EPPS:

I'm telling you, I saw somebody. I

don't know who it was. But I saw

somebody.

GREER:

What'd he look like?

EPPS:

Maybe six feet. Lanky. I didn't get

a good look. He was far away. But I

saw him. I saw him as sure as you're

standing there.

DODGE:

Where's his boat, then? Where's his

crew? He ain't gonna be out here by

himself, that's for damn sure.

GREER:

She's so big somebody could come

alongside her on the other side and

we'd never know it.

EPPS:

Maybe that is his boat.

DODGE:

Gimme a break.

A beat as they sit in silence.

MURPHY:

If somebody's aboard her already,

she ain't ours. She's theirs.

DODGE:

Bullshit. That boat hasn't made steam

for fifty years. We found her. She's

ours.

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