Ghost Ship Page #3

Epps starts forward but the Riveter stands in her way, taking

Murphy by the collar.

RIVETER:

These ladies was having themselves a

discussion and you're interrupting

it.

MURPHY:

You got about two seconds to get

your paws off me, Tarzan.

RIVETER:

Or what?

Or WHACK! Murphy can't help but wince as a pool cue breaks

in two over the Riveter's head.

Dodge, cigarette in his mouth, takes a look at the cue half

he still holds, shaking his head.

The Riveter's hands fall from Murphy's collar and his legs

buckle. Some of his BUDDIES hold him up as Greer reminds

some of the others he's holding a pool cue of his own.

MURPHY:

Epps?

He looks to Epps like let's get the hell out of here. She

grabs her coat.

COASTGUARDSMAN:

Wait.

Epps holds there as the Coastguardsman steps up to his

girlfriend.

COASTGUARDSMAN:

Darlene. It's over.

He gives her the ring from his finger. Murphy rolls his eyes

as the others look on.

COASTGUARDSMAN:

I don't love you anymore.

Darlene breaks into tears as they all look on, some pat her

on the back.

COASTGUARDSMAN:

(to Epps)

Come on, Candy. Let's get out of

here.

The Coastguardsman takes her by the hand. Epps looks to Murphy

and the others as he leads her out.

EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - DAY

Murphy, Greer, and Dodge ready the tug to leave as Epps

approaches on the dock. She jumps down onto the deck, a spring

in her step and a song in her heart.

EPPS:

Morning everybody.

GREER:

Show your tatoos to that coxswain

last night, did you Epps?

EPPS:

Showed him a hell of a lot more than

that.

GREER:

I bet you did.

MURPHY:

Candy?

EPPS:

It's my pen name.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - PILOTHOUSE - DAY

Murphy throttles up the turbines and backs the tug away from

the dock as Greer studies the dawn sky.

GREER:

Red sky at night, sailor's delight.

MURPHY:

Red sky in morning, sailor take

warning.

EXT. PORT GERMAINE - DOCKS - CONTINUOUS - DAY

As the tug turns into the harbor channel, the sun rising

under a cloud bank of brilliant red and orange.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CREW QUARTERS - NIGHT

Dodge and Epps play cards at the galley table.

DODGE:

F*** it.

He puts down his hand. Epps takes another drag from her

cigarette, collecting her winnings.

EPPS:

One more?

DODGE:

Why not.

She gathers the cards, shuffles.

DODGE:

What is your first name?

EPPS:

What?

DODGE:

It just occurred to me I don't know

your first name. All this time and I

don't know it.

She deals the cards in silence.

EPPS:

(finally)

Maureen.

DODGE:

What?

EPPS:

Maureen.

DODGE:

Maureen?

She looks on at him as he holds there, takes his cards.

EPPS:

What's yours?

Dodge takes a drag from his cigarette, thinking about it.

DODGE:

Roger.

EPPS:

Roger?

DODGE:

Yeah.

She wants to laugh, but only studies her cards.

DODGE:

You think that's funny

EPPS:

(lying)

No.

She takes a hit from her cigarette as she plays her hand.

EXT. OPEN OCEAN - BERING SEA - NIGHT

THE SONG "SOS" BY ABBA BLASTS as the tug plows westward

through a steady chop and a mild swell.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - PILOTHOUSE - NIGHT

The MUSIC COMES FROM HERE. Greer has the CD player cranked

as he mans the helm in the glow of the pilothouse. He checks

the radar, holds there a beat. He turns the MUSIC DOWN and

picks up a walkie-talkie.

GREER:

(into walkie)

Greer to Murphy.

Greer studies the radar display as he waits.

MURPHY (V.O. RADIO)

Yeah.

GREER:

There's a large vessel out about ten

miles to the north-west.

INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - MASTER'S QUARTERS - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT

Murphy sits at his desk over the ship's log, holding his

radio.

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