Ghost Ship Page #16

MURPHY:

Not in the eyes of the law.

EPPS:

So, we find this guy and make a deal

with him.

MURPHY:

We don't exactly have the best

bargaining position.

DODGE:

I say f*** the motherf***er. We're a

professional salvage crew going about

our business. What's some yahoo doing

way out here by himself anyway?

MURPHY:

And what do you propose? That we

knock this guy off?

DODGE:

Why not? Why the f*** not?

A beat as Murphy, Greer and Epps exchange looks.

DODGE:

Fifty million dollars. Fifty million.

We gonna let this guy just take it

from us? One guy?

EPPS:

So we kill him?

DODGE:

I'm saying we gotta do whatever we

gotta do to preserve our interest.

GREER:

I don't know.

MURPHY:

Let's just take it easy here, alright?

Nobody's gonna kill anybody.

GREER:

Supposing he wants to get bad with

us?

DODGE:

One guy isn't gonna be so stupid.

EPPS:

Maybe he isn't alone.

They consider this a moment.

GREER:

I say we off-load some of that gold

now.

MURPHY:

Would you hold on just a minute here,

please? Look, there's no reason to

panic now. Epps saw somebody. Fine.

It's a big boat. Chances're real

good he doesn't even know about the

gold. If we stay cool, nobody'll be

the wiser.

(a beat)

The gold stays where it is til we're

ready to go. Like I said, it'll be a

hell of a lot safer there than here.

DODGE:

What if that f***er finds it before

we're ready to go?

MURPHY:

We'll stand a watch. Four on, eight

off. Low man first.

EPPS:

Guess that'd be me. Again.

MURPHY:

Dodge, get on that turbine. I don't

care if you don't sleep for a week.

The sooner you're done, the sooner

we can get out of here. How's the

food situation?

GREER:

Pretty low all around.

MURPHY:

We'll have to take it easy then. I

don't think we'll find much aboard

the ship, but it's probably worth

looking around.

EPPS:

Say we run into this guy again.

A beat as they consider this.

MURPHY:

If he's reasonable, maybe we can

make some kind of deal. If not.

We'll have to re-consider our options.

DODGE:

Yeah, reconsider f***ing his sh*t

up.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - WARD LOCKER - NIGHT

Epps is dressed in her cold weather gear as she opens a

locker, revealing a flare gun and a shotgun. Epps pulls back

the shotgun and a box of shells.

EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - DECK - NIGHT

Murphy and Dodge look on as Epps loads the last of several

shotgun shells into the pump action short barrel 12-gauge.

She expertly shuttles a round into the chamber with one hand.

Dodge takes a hit from his cigarette as Greer crosses from

the deck house.

DODGE:

Pretty handy with that scatter gun,

Epps. You raised on a farm?

EPPS:

(setting the safety)

Seen a lota movies.

MURPHY:

No cowboy sh*t up there, understand?

EPPS:

No cowboy sh*t. Right.

Greer extends a thermos to Epps.

GREER:

Coffee.

EPPS:

(pocketing it in her

coat)

You're a pal.

She checks the squelch on her radio, pockets it too.

MURPHY:

Got your light?

EPPS:

Yup.

DODGE:

Smokes?

EPPS:

Oh yeah.

Her bravado does little to hide her apprehension as she slings

the shotgun on her back.

EPPS:

See you boys later.

(to Greer)

Don't be late, I need my beauty rest.

She looks up, climbs onto the crane and up toward the darkened

ship above them.

INT. CHIMERA - PASSAGEWAY - NIGHT

A flashlight beam cuts through the darkness as Epps

approaches. If this place is creepy in the daylight, it is

terrifying now. She comes to a ladder and climbs down.

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