Ghost Ship Page #2

VASILI:

I thought you say Tuesday.

MURPHY:

Better late than never.

VASILI:

(seeing the listing

barge)

What's this?

MURPHY:

You got a leak in the number nine

compartment.

VASILI:

No, no. You got leak.

MURPHY:

You pump it out and re-seam the hull,

she'll be good as new.

VASILI:

That cost me twenty grand at least.

MURPHY:

Fifteen, at the most.

VASILI:

Twenty. You knock off twenty and

then we see. After my guy looks at

it.

INT. VASILI'S OFFICE - DAY

In a prefab office with a view of the shipyard, Vasili cuts

a check as Murphy and Greer look on. He tears it out of the

book, handing it across the desk to Murphy, who inspects it.

MURPHY:

You're kidding, right?

VASILI:

You want fair pay, make hamburger

for Mickey D. Otherwise, please to

sign.

Vasili pushes a transfer register toward him. Murphy signs.

EXT. SHIPYARD - DAY

Greer and Murphy walk back toward the dock.

GREER:

Not bad for dragging a leaky tub

half way to Russia.

MURPHY:

He'll sell the scrap for three times

what he paid.

GREER:

I must be in the wrong business.

MURPHY:

You got that right.

GREER:

(imitating Vasili)

Better than "making hamburger for

Mickey D."

INT. BAR - NIGHT

A typical port town bar. Except this one is on an island in

the middle of the Bering Sea. Epps lines up a shot at the

pool table as a couple of SEAMEN check out her ass and a

tattoo of Wiley Coyote poking out of her pants. Greer reads

a paper near-by.

Murphy enters, crossing to the bar where Dodge nurses a beer

and a cigarette. Murphy throws down an envelope with Dodge's

name on it. Dodge picks it up, thumbs through a thick stack

of hundreds.

DODGE:

Much obliged, skipper.

INT. BAR - LATER - NIGHT

The place is a little more crowded now as Epps pushes her

way through to the bar, a cigarette dangling from her mouth.

She buys two beers and pays the BARTENDER from her envelope

of cash. She takes the beers back to the far wall where a

young off-duty COASTGUARDSMAN stands. He takes one, they

laugh.

AT A TABLE:

Beers, cigarettes and pay envelopes on the table before them,

Dodge, Greer and Murphy look on at Epps across the room, who

is showing the coastguardsman a birthmark on her neck.

GREER:

Looks like Epps' gonna get some

tonight.

DODGE:

With that coxswain d*ckhead.

MURPHY:

You aren't jealous, are you Dodge?

DODGE:

Are you kidding me? Jealous? Epps?

Gimme a break.

Greer and Murphy trade looks as Dodge raises his beer.

DODGE:

What a laugh.

A MINOR COMMOTION can be heard as they sit there.

WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)

I'll show you, b*tch!

They look over to see the coastguardsman's GIRLFRIEND, late

20s, hefty in a red miniskirt and big hair.

GIRLFRIEND:

You want to mess with me, I'll kick

your b*tch ass, girl.

WITH EPPS:

Epps coolly puts out her cigarette as a circle has gathered

around her and the girlfriend, anxious to see a girl fight.

EPPS:

I don't know what you're talking

about. I just bought this guy a beer.

GIRLFRIEND:

This "guy" is my man, honey.

COASTGUARDSMAN:

Darlene --

GIRLFRIEND:

You, shut up.

EPPS:

(starting off)

Listen, I don't want any trouble,

okay -- ?

GIRLFRIEND:

(stopping Epps)

Uh-uh. No. We're gonna fix this right

now.

MURPHY:

(stepping up)

What seems to be the trouble, ladies?

RIVETER:

Whyn't you mind your own business,

chief.

Murphy turns to see a shipyard RIVETER, a big man holding a

beer, still wearing his welding leathers. Murphy turns back

to Epps and the Girlfriend.

MURPHY:

As I said, what seems to be the

trouble?

RIVETER:

Didn't you hear me, grandpa? Or you

got your hearing aid turned down?

MURPHY:

I heard you. But I'm choosing to

ignore you. Epps, let's go.

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