Ghost Ship Page #18

MURPHY (O.S.)

Couldn't have happened much more

than a month ago.

Greer, Dodge, and Epps look on as Murphy kneels over the

remains of the headless torso.

MURPHY:

Bodies're too fresh.

DODGE:

Fresh ain't the first word that comes

to mind.

Murphy checks the pockets, finding a wallet. He looks through

it.

MURPHY:

Greek citizen. Merchant navy.

(standing)

Obviously we aren't the first to

come across this ship. They probably

stumbled across it just like we did.

GREER:

And look what happened.

DODGE:

Damn barbaric is what it is.

MURPHY:

Could be meant as a warning.

GREER:

Stay away. Or else.

EPPS:

Because of the gold.

MURPHY:

That'd be my guess.

DODGE:

So whoever did this might still be

around.

GREER:

Maybe Epps's mystery man had something

to do with it.

MURPHY:

Maybe.

A beat as they consider the implications of this.

EPPS:

So, what? We report this? Call the

Coastguard?

Another beat as they hold there.

DODGE:

Let's not be too hasty.

GREER:

Yeah. Hell, what difference does it

make if we report it now or later?

We call this in now, gonna be

Coastguard, FBI, who knows who, all

over the place.

A beat as nobody's too sure about this.

MURPHY:

Dodge, if this isn't incentive enough

to fix that boat, I don't know what

is.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - ENGINE ROOM - DAY

Dodge fires up a compressor, which feebly comes to life,

turning over the turbine, then sputtering out in a cloud of

smoke.

DODGE:

All the seals and gaskets're shot.

Anything that was rubber burned up.

Murphy stands at the doorway, looking on.

MURPHY:

Can't you use something else?

DODGE:

I might be able to find something on

the ship. But it's gonna take time.

MURPHY:

Do what you need to do. Just do it

fast.

DODGE:

Right.

INT. CHIMERA - CREW QUARTERS - DAY

Epps sleeps in her bunk.

INT. CHIMERA - BETWEEN DECKS - DAY

Dodge and Greer climb down in the darkness.

DODGE:

I need lag bolts, especially one

inch standard. And sheet metal.

Preferably steel, about a sixteenth

of an inch. Aluminium, even tin'll

do.

GREER:

I ain't no mechanic, just so you

know.

DODGE:

You find anything that even looks

like a compressor. I don't care what,

grab it.

INT. CHIMERA - RADIO ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY

Murphy stands in the cramped room, full of radios and

communications equipment. He looks through the shelves and

cabinets, when he opens a drawer to find a dusty bound book.

He pulls it back, opening it to see that it is a radio call

log. He takes a seat, paging through it.

INT. CHIMERA - GALLEY - WITH GREER - LATER - DAY

Greer works to disassemble a compressor mechanism. He has

difficulty getting the right purchase with his wrench, when

he slips.

GREER:

Dammit!

A beat as he inspects his hand. In the silence A DISTANT

SHRIEK SOUNDS, maybe metal against metal or maybe human,

somewhere in the ship. He holds there, listening.

GREER:

Dodge?

He moves on, shinning his light as he goes.

INT. CHIMERA - GALLEY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

Greer moves along in the darkness when he hears THE SHRIEKING

AGAIN coming from somewhere in the ship.

GREER:

Dodge!

INT. CHIMERA - PASSAGEWAY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

Greer walks up a stairway, stepping into a darkened

passageway. The SHRIEKING SOUNDS, THIS TIME CLOSER, as it

echoes through the ship. He stops, holding there to listen.

INT. CHIMERA - PASSAGEWAY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY

Greer comes out onto another deck, stopping there. He looks

down the passageway a beat, then moves on. He passes through

a hatchway in a bulkhead when A MUSIC BOX CAN BE DISTANTLY

HEARD. He stops. The song is "DAISY" ("Daisy, Daisy, give me

your answer do. I'm half crazy, oh for the love of you.").

He holds there, listening intently. A door stands open at

the other end of the passage. The MUSIC COMES FROM HERE. He

moves forward, walking toward the end of the passage, and

the light falling from the open door.

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