"GHOST SHIP" (Continue)
MURPHY
Greer! Dodge!
Only silence comes back from the radio when A MAN'S BLOOD
CURDLING SCREAM sounds from somewhere in the ship.
INT. CHIMERA - PASSAGEWAY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
Murphy moves quickly down the passageway when his radio
sounds.
DODGE
Dodge to Murphy.
MURPHY
(taking radio)
Murphy.
DODGE
You better get down here quick,
skipper. I'm on "C" deck. Cabin 400.
MURPHY
What is it?
DODGE
I think you better see this for
yourself.
INT. CHIMERA - STAIRWAY/PASSAGEWAY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
Murphy comes down the stairs and into the passageway we saw
Greer in earlier. At the end, the light from the cabin falls
from the open door as he approaches.
AT CABIN 400
As Murphy comes to the door to see Dodge standing in the
middle of the cabin.
DODGE
I found him like this.
Greer is lying supine on the floor. His legs are rigid and
his trunk is extended. His arms are flexed and twisted so
that the palms are facing away, fingers splayed, wrists
quaking over his chest as they fight to touch each other.
Murphy kneels beside him. Greer's eyelids are half closed,
his eyes rolled up into his head. His jaw is clenched, face
contorted in a bizarre grimace. And he speaks, uttering
nonsense words in harsh expulsions, as though speaking in
tongues.
GREER
Oragishlaoomnudrasadrafantoshviska
getofedobrodijotosiantosg.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CREW QUARTERS - DAY
AN EYE - EXTREMELY CLOSE
As a light shines in it, the pupil is fixed and dilated.
EPPS (O.S.)
Hard to say.
BACK TO SCENE
Greer lies unconscious on a bunk, now quiet, no longer seizing
as Epps shines a flashlight into his eye, Dodge and Murphy
looking on. She turns it off, standing upright.
EPPS
I'm no doctor. But I'd say he's in a
coma.
DODGE
A what?
EPPS
I don't know what else you'd call
it. He's breathing on his own, but
his pupils are completely blown out.
He's totally unresponsive to pain.
(a beat)
What happened up there?
DODGE
I heard a scream. When I got there I
found him on the floor. He was having
some kind of seizure. I didn't see
anybody else.
MURPHY
He must've seen something.
A beat as they consider this.
EPPS
Other than the obvious, there's
nothing wrong with him that I can
see, not on the outside.
DODGE
Then what the hell happened to him?
Another beat as they hold there.
MURPHY
Just before I heard him yell there
was somebody on the radio.
EPPS
Greer?
MURPHY
I don't know. No. Not Greer.
Somebody.
Another long beat as they think about this.
MURPHY
It was a man's voice. Repeating some
sort of children's rhyme. I don't
know, it didn't make any sense. You
didn't hear it?
DODGE
Not me.
Another beat as this sinks in.
EPPS
(looking to Greer)
He needs a doctor.
MURPHY
I'll call us in. Dodge, see how many
signal flares you can scrounge up.
(to Epps, meaning
Dodge)
Keep an eye on him.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT
A gas lantern sits on the map table illuminating Murphy as
he holds the radio mic.
MURPHY
(to radio)
United States Coastguard, United
States Coastguard, United States
Coastguard. This is tugboat Arctic
Warrior whiskey alpha sierra bravo
four zero niner two. Over.
No response.
MURPHY
(to radio)
United States Coastguard, United
States Coastguard, United States
Coastguard. This is tugboat Arctic
Warrior whiskey alpha sierra bravo
four zero niner two. Over.
Again, no response. He holds there, then finally:
MURPHY
(to radio)
Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. To any vessel.
This is Arctic Warrior. Arctic
Warrior. Arctic Warrior. Whiskey
alpha sierra bravo four zero niner
two. Last known position one seven
four west, five seven north. I am
afloat and drifting. Require
immediate medical assistance for one
person, possibly comatose. I am a
one hundred twenty foot civilian
tug, hove to at port bow of disabled
passenger liner Chimera. I repeat,
Chimera. Over.
Only the desolate WHITE NOISE OF EMPTY AIR COMES BACK.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CREW QUARTERS - NIGHT
Greer lies unconscious as Epps looks on at him. The door
comes open and Murphy steps in.
MURPHY
How's he doing?
EPPS
Same. Any luck?
MURPHY
No. I'll try again later.
A beat as they look on at Greer.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CREW QUARTERS - NIGHT
Murphy and Epps sit at the galley table. Epps reads the log
book Murphy found in the radio room.
EPPS
(reading it)
They're dead in the water that
morning. Four hours later the
captain's relieved of his command.
And that evening they issue a general
SOS.
MURPHY
Possibly false. Hence the IMA record
of being lost at sea. I don't think
mutiny's out of the question here.
DODGE
(taking a seat)
On a passenger ship in 1953?
MURPHY
If they knew what they were carrying.
EPPS
You're saying they mutinied for the
gold?
MURPHY
If they were close enough to shore,
they probably figured they could get
away in the lifeboats.
EPPS
Only something must've gone wrong.
DODGE
Yeah, way wrong.
A beat as they consider it.
DODGE
So. I got a question. Just from a,
you know, purely technical standpoint.
We call the Coastguard. Coastguard
shows up. What exactly is the plan?
MURPHY
How do you mean?
DODGE
Well, they're gonna be asking a lot
of questions. About us. About those
bodies. About the gold. Seems like
we oughta be prepared is all.
MURPHY
I guess the best strategy's just to
tell them the truth.
DODGE
Yeah, well. The truth is one thing.
When there's more than a few hundred
million dollars involved, that's a
whole new deal.
MURPHY
What do you propose?
DODGE
For starters, getting that gold off
the ship. What they don't know about
isn't gonna bother them.
A beat as Murphy holds there.
MURPHY
There's no way we're gonna hide a
few thousand pounds of gold from the
Coastguard here. Besides, it'll be
safer where it is.
DODGE
With all due respect, skipper.
(a beat)
Part of that up there's mine. I'd
kinda like to have a little say in
what happens to it.
A beat as Murphy looks on.
MURPHY
Tell you what, Dodge. Once we get
back to shore, you can do whatever
you want with your share. But until
then, the gold stays right where it
is.
Dodge holds there. He looks to Epps a beat, takes a drink of
coffee.
EXT. CHIMERA - DAY
The sun comes up over a spectacular cloud bank as the Arctic
Warrior drifts alongside the Chimera.
EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - DAY
Murphy crosses to the deck house, climbs the stairs.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - PILOTHOUSE - CONTINUOUS - DAY
Murphy opens the door, stopping dead in his tracks. A beat.
He steps forward, crossing to the corner.
The radio set lies before him, dented in and completely
demolished, as if someone had taken a bat to it.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - ENGINE ROOM - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
Dodge works on one of the turbines when he is grabbed from
behind and shoved into the wall. Murphy holds him fast.
MURPHY
Just what the hell do you think you're
doing?!
DODGE
I don't know what you're talking
about?
MURPHY
I think you know.
DODGE
Maybe you can tell me then.
Murphy shoves him hard into the wall.
MURPHY
The radio!
DODGE
(not having a clue)
The radio. Oh, yeah, the radio.
Murphy tightens his grip.
DODGE
Take it easy, willya? What about the
radio?!
MURPHY
You smashed it!
DODGE
What?!
MURPHY
Don't lie to me!
DODGE
What the fuck -- ?
MURPHY
You didn't want us calling anybody.
Too liable to ruin your big payday.
DODGE
I didn't touch the fucking radio.
Murphy tightens his grip still more.
DODGE
I didn't touch the fucking radio!
(a beat)
Ever occur to you there's somebody
else on that boat, skipper?
MURPHY
Conveniently enough for you.
DODGE
Look, I didn't touch it. Alright?
Murphy holds there a beat longer. He shoves Dodge back letting
him go.
DODGE
Jesus.
Dodge checks his throat as Murphy looks on.
EPPS (O.S.)
Murphy.
They turn to see Epps in the hatchway.
EPPS
It's Greer.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CREW QUARTERS - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
Greer stands at the galley sink finishing off the last of a
jug of water as Murphy and the others step in. He turns to
see them.
GREER
Never been more thirsty in my life.
MURPHY
Drink up then.
Greer smiles, raising the jug to drink as the others take a
seat, looking on at him.
MURPHY
How're you feeling?
GREER
Lost my sea legs.
EPPS
Any dizziness?
GREER
No.
EPPS
Headache, nausea, lights?
GREER
Lights?
EPPS
Sudden flashes of light.
GREER
I feel fine.
DODGE
What day is it?
GREER
I don't know. Tuesday?
DODGE
Wrong. It's Friday.
EPPS
Try Wednesday.
DODGE
Right. Wednesday.
A beat as they all hold there. Greer takes a seat.
GREER
What happened?
MURPHY
You don't remember?
GREER
Last thing I remember I was aboard
the Chimera. Down somewhere in there
scavenging around.
MURPHY
You've been out for about a day.
GREER
Say what?
MURPHY
Dodge found you out cold in one of
the cabins.
Greer only holds there.
GREER
Oh, man.
MURPHY
We heard you scream. Any idea what
you might've seen?
GREER
I wish I could tell you. I'd be real
interested to know myself.
Another beat as they hold there, as Greer takes another drink
of water.
MURPHY
The ah... the radio's out.
EPPS
What?
MURPHY
Somebody took it out of commission
last night.
A beat as they all hold there.
MURPHY
Smashed it up pretty bad.
EPPS
But, who -- ?
DODGE
The skipper seems to think I did it.
That I'm more interested in that
gold than my own safety or the safety
of my fellow shipmates.
A beat as they hold there, as Murphy looks back.
EPPS
Did you?
DODGE
Hell no. You think I'm crazy?
Another beat as they hold there.
MURPHY
Regardless of how it happened, there
isn't much of a chance to fix it.
The odds of another vessel in range
of the walkie-talkies are almost
astronomical. So, as of today, we're
pretty much on our own out here.
INT. CHIMERA - STAIRWAY - DAY
Epps and Murphy, carrying the shotgun, make their way in the
ship.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - FIRST MATE'S QUARTERS - DAY
Greer stops before a mirror to see himself. He finds an
aspirin bottle, goes to open it. And as he does so, he sees
that his hand is shaking uncontrollably.
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - ENGINE ROOM - DAY
Dodge works over the turbine. He stops, holding there. He
looks on at the plugs and wires and hoses. A beat.
He begins pulling out the hoses and wires, grabbing at them,
yanking them loose, breaking them off.
INT. CHIMERA - RADIO ROOM - DAY
The chassis comes off an old radio to reveal a dusty
assortment of tubes and condensers. Murphy looks on at it.
WITH EPPS
A tattered, bound book lies in the refuse of a forgotten
corner. Epps picks it up. The cover has been ripped off and
the pages are torn. But, as she looks through it, she sees
that it is the ship's log.
EPPS
Murphy.
Murphy steps over as she pages through the log book to the
very end. The last pages have been ripped out.
EPPS
Looks like part of the general log.
Epps points to a page that has been incompletely ripped out.
EPPS
"The crew have gone mad with greed
and fight among themselves like wild
dogs over fresh kill."
MURPHY
February first.
EPPS
The same day she supposedly went
down.
MURPHY
Must not've been the captain's entry.
He was probably out of the picture
by then.
Epps continues to read.
EPPS
"Their lacking diligence has
undoubtedly caused the collision.
Distress calls have been made."
MURPHY
Collision? With what?
EPPS
The page's missing. Then their SOS
was real.
MURPHY
But where's the damage?
EPPS
Maybe the other ship took the worst
of it.
MURPHY
If it was a ship she hit.
A beat as they hold there, when his radio CRACKLES TO LIFE.
DODGE
Dodge to Murphy!
Murphy reaches down for his radio.
MURPHY
(to radio)
Yeah.
DODGE
You better get down here right now!
We're taking water! Big time!
EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - DAY
Murphy and Epps jump from the deck crane as the tug is
starting to list to one side. He crosses to the deck house
and the open engine room hatch to see that it is rapidly
filling with seawater as Greer and Dodge scramble to set a
pump hose over the DIN OF THE PUMPS.
MURPHY
What the hell happened!
DODGE
Turbine chamber on number two must've
blown! Took out part of the hull!
GREER
We're not gonna be able to pump it!
MURPHY
Alright. Everybody grab your gear!
This' is where we get off!
EXT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
The tug is listing radically to the side, its deck awash
with seawater, as Epps, Greer, and Murphy scramble with their
gear to the crane.
Water is starting to pour out of the deckhouse hatch as the
towering framework rising over the pilothouse stabs
precariously at the bow of the Chimera.
Murphy stops to shout back at the deckhouse.
MURPHY
Dodge!
INT. ARCTIC WARRIOR - CREW QUARTERS - CONTINUOUS - DAY
Water is starting to pour in as the entire cabin lurches to
one side. Dodge wades through toward the door.
EXT. CHIMERA - FORWARD DECK - CONTINUOUS - DAY
Epps pulls herself up onto the deck, Greer following behind,
then Murphy.
Dodge can be seen stepping from the deckhouse on the tug,
which now lists at a near 45 degree angle.
WITH DODGE
Dodge stumbles toward the bow, slipping on the wet deck. He
goes down, sliding into the water that washes over the
starboard rail.
He pulls himself up, using a cleat to push off. A deck locker
opens and the contents tumble around him. He struggles to
pull himself up to the base of the pilothouse. He climbs up
and edges his way toward the bow.
WITH THE OTHERS
Epps, Greer and Murphy look on as Dodge climbs up on the
skewed deck crane.
WITH DODGE
The tug is slowly lurching over as Dodge climbs the crane,
the top of which is sweeping away from the Chimera.
Below, the decks of the tug are swept with seawater as it
sinks lower and lower.
WITH THE OTHERS
They look on as Dodge climbs toward them, the sinking tug
pulling Dodge and the crane away from the ship.
Greer pulls back a line, tying it into the deck railing.
WITH DODGE
As Dodge makes his way up, he's forced to climb onto the
other side of the crane to keep from dangling over the water.
Above, Greer casts a line. It falls near, but out of reach
as the swell of the water starts to swing the crane to and
fro. Dodge reaches out for the line again, his hand coming
close but not close enough.
The swell brings the crane toward the boat one last time and
Dodge reaches out, his fingers just coming to the line,
coaxing it into his grasp. He pulls it back and hangs on, as
the crane sways back with the foundering boat.
The crane falls away from Dodge, leaving him hanging in space
by the line from the bow of the Chimera.
WITH THE OTHERS
Murphy, Greer and Epps look on as Dodge hangs over the water
and the tug as its stern slowly sinks beneath the waves.
Dodge climbs the line toward the bow railing as the tug rolls
still further to port, the pilothouse dipping into the sea,
slipping lower and lower.
WITH DODGE
As he pulls himself upward, coming to the bottom of the rail
well on the Chimera where Murphy reaches out, just short of
Dodge's hand.
A SCREECHING SOUNDS and they turn to see the twin tow cables
coming taught against the hull in the anchor alley's of the
Chimera as the sinking tug pulls them tight.
With a CONCUSSIVE STRIKE, one cable is freed, snapping against
the Chimera's hull like a giant steel guitar string. It
starts sliding along the hull as the tug drifts, pulling the
cable with it, toward Dodge as he dangles in mid air.
Dodge pulls himself up, reaching for Murphy, but still short.
A LOUD HISSING SOUNDS and Dodge turns to see misty air
escaping from ports and deck vents as the encroaching water
forces it out of the tug below decks.
The tow cable LOUDLY SCRAPES THE HULL in a shower of rust,
as Dodge struggles to pull himself up.
Murphy reaches out as Dodge extends as far as he can, their
hands barely reaching.
The tow cable is a mere few feet away and closing, ready to
scrape Dodge into the water or smear him across the hull
like a bug on a windshield, when Dodge pulls himself up with
everything he's got and Murphy grabs his hand.
Murphy pulls, lifting Dodge, as Greer grabs Dodge's other
hand and they pull him up, the tow cable sweeping by with a
SICKENING GRINDING SOUND OF HEAVY STEEL AGAINST STEEL.
Dodge turns to see the bow of the tug dip below the surface,
slowly going under until disappearing with a last exhalation
of misty air. The pilothouse is next to go, the last of it
slipping into the frothing water, then the crane, finally
disappearing altogether into the depths.
A long beat as they hold there in the sudden silence, phantom
bubbles rising to the surface where the tug once stood.
EXT. CHIMERA - TOP DECK - DAY
A boot punches through a rotten wood hull.
MURPHY (O.S.)
That just about says it all.
Greer stands at the bow of a lifeboat suspended from halyards
above the deck.
GREER
Rotten stem to stern. Guess you
couldn't expect much else.
Greer jumps down as Murphy, Dodge, and Epps look on.
GREER
We ain't exactly in what you'd call
your high traffic neighborhood either.
MURPHY
The coast guard has our last position.
They'll send somebody out soon enough.
A ship this size you can't exactly
miss.
EPPS
It's a good bet they'll be asking a
lot of questions when they get here
too.
MURPHY
Let 'em ask. This ship's legally
ours now.
DODGE
When they find out what it's carrying,
they may not be so interested in
what's legal.
GREER
Maybe you shoulda thought a that
before you scuttled our boat.
Dodge turns to see Greer. A beat.
DODGE
The turbine blew.
GREER
Lemme see, was that before or after
the oil fire?
A beat. Dodge takes a swing at Greer.
MURPHY
(grabbing Dodge)
Easy, easy.
Murphy holds on to Dodge as he will have none of it.
GREER
Gettin' a little hot under the collar,
I'd say.
MURPHY
Shut up.
GREER
Must be a little too the truth, eh
Dodge?
Dodge jumps forward again, but Murphy hangs on.
MURPHY
I said, shut the hell up.
Murphy shoves Dodge back.
MURPHY
Both of you. I don't want to hear it
again.
A beat as Greer and Murphy hold there.
MURPHY
So just stow it. You understand?
(a beat)
We don't need this right now.
EXT. CHIMERA - FOREDECK - NIGHT
A fire burns in an oil drum as Epps, Murphy, Dodge and Greer
sit around it in silence.
INT. CHIMERA - 4TH OFFICER'S STATEROOM - NIGHT
Epps steps in. She shines her light on the room. It is exactly
as it was left. She crosses to the bed, shining her light
under it. She sits down, trying it.
INT. CHIMERA - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Dodge moves in the darkness, coming to the corner where the
stacked gold ingots rest. He looks on at them.
MURPHY (O.S.)
You shouldn't be down here alone.
Dodge turns to see Murphy standing there.
DODGE
Just wanted to check on our little
baby.
A beat as they look on at the gold.
DODGE
That oughta buy a man pretty much
anything he wants.
MURPHY
If money can buy what he wants.
DODGE
I don't figure there's much I want
money can't buy.
MURPHY
Then you're a lucky man.
Murphy tosses the shotgun to Dodge, who catches it.
MURPHY
We'll stand the watch on deck tonight.
You're up first.
DODGE
Right.
Murphy holds there a beat longer, then turns to go, as Dodge
looks after him.
EXT. CHIMERA - DAY
A grey chop gently rocks the Chimera, smoke rising from the
top deck.
EXT. CHIMERA - TOP DECK - DAY
Greer and Dodge tend the flames of three fire barrels, adding
broken up furniture to create heavy signal smoke.
INT. CHIMERA - PANTRY - DAY
Murphy moves through the pantry area with a pillow case,
scavenging for food.
INT. CHIMERA - GALLEY - DAY
Epps scavenges for food in the semi-darkness of the large,
open galley, when a MOVEMENT CAN BE HEARD SOMEWHERE BEYOND
THE ENTRY separating the galley from the outer passageway.
EPPS
Murphy?
No one answers. She looks off across the stillness of the
galley. Nothing.
INT. CHIMERA - PASSAGEWAY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
Epps steps into the passageway. Directly across is the entry
to the swimming pool. She walks on.
INT. CHIMERA - SWIMMING POOL - DAY
Epps steps in. Light falls in from the dirty port holes at
the ceiling, every movement echoing off the hard tile walls.
She holds there a beat, then turns to go when she sees a
GIRL of about 16 facing her on the other side of the pool.
Epps holds there, as the girl only looks back. She is
porcelain white, flaxen hair drawn behind her head, her
clothing hanging loosely from a frail body.
GIRL
You must leave.
A beat as Epps stands there.
EPPS
(finally)
Who are you?
From this distance and in the light it is hard to fully
discern the girl's features.
GIRL
There's great evil here, more than
you can know. Leave now or you may
never leave.
EPPS
But --
A HATCH CLOSES SOMEWHERE IN THE SHIP. Epps turns to look.
When she turns back the girl is gone. A quiet "TICK" SOUND
ECHOES in the pool. She looks down to see that the pool is
now very, very deep, like a mine shaft falling away into the
depths. And, as she stands there, dark water is quickly rising
up from the bottom.
She steps back as the water gradually fills the pool to the
top. It is very dark and the bottom is indiscernible, when
the water begins to churn, as from bubbles of air reaching
the surface. Epps steps closer, looking on as a faint red
glow can be seen deep in the water below the churning bubbles.
As she watches, the red glow grows in intensity. The glow
spreads, illuminating a broad area until it becomes clear
that the water is not water at all but blood.
And, as the light grows still brighter, a figure is
illuminated, well below the surface as it seems to rise up.
Epps looks on as the figure rises higher into the light. It
is a MAN, fighting desperately to reach the surface. The
bubbles that rise up are produced from his silent screams.
Epps starts forward, but another figure rises to the same
point, a WOMAN, also struggling. Another MAN floats up, then
another, and another, people floating up, fighting desperately
to reach the surface, unable to do so, drowning in blood.
EPPS
My God....
Epps reaches out over the edge, plunging her hand into the
blood, reaching for the man's hand, but they are too far
apart.
She struggles desperately as the man fights to get to the
surface.
The others are fighting for the surface too, as Epps reaches
out, near tears, helpless to do anything.
EPPS
No!!
Everything suddenly stops. A beat as Epps only holds there.
The blood is gone, as are the people. The pool is back to
its normal state as though nothing had happened, Epps looking
on in disbelief.
MURPHY (O.S.)
You okay?
Epps looks up to see Murphy standing at the door.
EPPS
Yeah.
(looking back to the
pool)
Yeah, fine.
A beat as she holds there, looking on at the pool.
EXT. CHIMERA - FOREWARD DECK - NIGHT
Greer, Murphy, Dodge, and Epps sit on deck around the fire.
DODGE
You'd think on a ship this size
there'd be something left to eat.
GREER
After fifty years there ain't nothin'
left but shoe leather.
MURPHY
Tomorrow we'll see if we can't find
some line and tackle. Use some of
those bodies below decks for bait.
DODGE
There's a charming thought.
GREER
We can always start shooting birds.
Epps coaxes a hit out of her last cigarette.
DODGE
What say, Epps? You up for some
roasted albatross?
EPPS
(snuffing it out)
Why not?
INT. CHIMERA - 1ST OFFICER'S STATEROOM - NIGHT
The SOUND OF SOMEONE BREATHING HARD CAN BE HEARD in the dark
room. As the CAMERA SLOWLY MOVES INTO THE ROOM, we see that
it is Greer, lying on the bed. His body is tense and his
arms arch rigidly toward his chest. His jaw is clenched and
he expels harsh, guttural utterances, experiencing something
between a night terror and a seizure.
INT. CHIMERA - WHEELHOUSE - DAY
Sheets of rain come down on the deck in the grey light of
morning. Murphy stands on the bridge, looking off at it coming
down when Greer steps in.
GREER
Looks like we're in a strong current.
(closing the door)
Must be making almost five knots
full on ass backwards.
Greer crosses to the window, stepping up.
GREER
Nasty little swell outa the north
west too.
Murphy nods as he looks out.
MURPHY
Let's just hope somebody sees us
first out here.
INT. CHIMERA - PURSERS OFFICE - DAY
A file drawer comes open, revealing ticket receipts.
Epps looks on at it. The receipts are labeled "FULL FARE
PASSAGES" and are divided by first, second, and third class.
She goes through them, coming to a section that says
"ACCOMPANIED CHILDREN."
She pulls out the folder, laying it on the counter, opening
it. The first page is a receipt for a single passage to
Halifax for a Tatterly, Stephen age: 14. She pulls it back
to reveal another, Wilson, Harold age: 4. Another, Vitti,
Angela age: 17.
She pages through the stack, looking at the ages: 3, 15, 6,
11, 1, until coming across a 9. She looks to the name, Klein,
David, a boy. She continues paging through the receipts coming
to another 9. She stops, looking to the name, Nichols,
Katherine age: 16. A girl. She looks to the cabin assignment:
"400." She notes that it is the same cabin where Greer
was
found, when a REVERBERANT CONCUSSION SOUNDS THROUGH THE SHIP.
EXT. CHIMERA - TOP DECK - CONTINUOUS - DAY
Dodge runs to the side to see a 15 feet wide by 40 feet tall
steel and concrete mid-ocean buoy bounce off the transom as
the ship drifts into it.
WITH GREER AND MURPHY
They come to the side at the wheelhouse, seeing the bright
orange letters "NOAA" emblazoned on the buoy's float pod
as
the ship drifts by.
MURPHY
It's a Noaa buoy.
GREER
A what?
MURPHY
Government weather. It's got a
transmitter aboard.
EXT. CHIMERA - FORWARD DECK - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
Dodge quickly ties a loop in a coil of docking line as Greer,
Epps, and Murphy look on at the approaching buoy.
MURPHY
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Dodge finishes as Epps ties the other end off to a cleat.
ON THE BUOY
As it drifts along the side of the Chimera. Murphy drops the
line down, the buoy bouncing on the swell.
BACK TO SCENE
Murphy pulls the loop up as the buoy nears, aiming to hook
it on its wind gauge.
ON THE BUOY
The buoy approaches, rising and falling with the swell.
BACK TO SCENE
Murphy corrects.
EPPS
Higher. You're gonna miss it.
Murphy holds the loop steady.
ON THE BUOY
The loop is too low. It's going to miss the mark as the buoy
drifts toward it, when the swell drops and the buoy goes
down.
BACK TO SCENE
Murphy yanks on the line.
ON THE BUOY
And the loop catches on the wind gauge.
BACK TO SCENE
As the line goes taught he pulls his hands away just in time,
the line snapping hard against the rail. Below, the buoy
heels over as it's pulled.
ON THE BUOY
It drops with the swell, the line stretching, then swinging
the giant concrete buoy float into the side of the hull with
a huge BOOMING CLANG.
BACK TO SCENE
The line is smoking with the friction, the steel railing
bowing a little with the weight as they look on.
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