Zombi 2

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The boat can leave now.

Tell the crew.

Chopper One to headquarters.

Chopper One to headquarters.

We got a sailboat on a collision course

with just about every boat in the harbor.

Where's it at, Chopper One?

Just off Staten Island.

It was almost run down by the ferry.

We can't raise anyone on board.

Okay, Chopper One.

We'll send out a patrol boat.

- That must be it, Bill.

- Okay.

We'll take a look at her.

Chopper One to headquarters.

The harbor patrol's coming

alongside the sailboat now.

Ahoy there!

This is the harbor patrol.

Anyone on board?

Hey, Sarge, that boats abandoned.

Yeah, she looks abandoned.

The only question is, why?.

Hey, if she is, Marty,

we stand to make a nice little bonus

when we bring her in.

Yeah. Let's get over there

and check

Bring her up alongside.

Chopper One to headquarters.

Chopper One to headquarters.

This is headquarters.

Come in, Chopper One.

The harbor patrol is about to

board now. Still no sign of life.

Skipper, that craft

must be a real turkey.

- Hey, watch out forthe sail!

- Huh?

What?.

What the hell's going on?

I'm sorry.

The winch is broken.

I'll fix the sail.

You go below and look around.

Okay.

Hey, grab that on top

and bring it over here.

Okay.

Don't move.

Stay where you are, mister.

Throw your hands on the deck

I told you not to move!

I mean it!

One more step,

and I'm going to blast you.

Don't move, I said!

Don't move!

Where did they find

this abandoned boat?.

I'll put someone on it.

The boys in blue been there yet?.

Thanks for your information.

You're a sweetheart.

Get West in here.

Peter, the chief wants you.

Right. Thanks. See you.

- What can I do for you, Chief?.

- Sit down.

- Are you busy now?.

- That depends.

I'm giving you an assignment.

What did she say?.

- Pier 15- there's a story there.

- Is it something big?

Boat without anyone on it,

cop killed.

Poke around a bit.

See what you can find.

Okay. I'll let you know.

West.

Keep the British out of

your prose, huh?

- Don't mention your uncle owns the paper.

- As if I would.

They're going over

the last details.

They are leaving now.

Do you see them?

Yes, they are bringing the body

to the coroners for an autopsy.

All right, back! Back!

You there, back overthere!

There's nothing to see.

Well, Miss Bowles, we're waitin'.

Yes, it's my father's boat.

Where's your father now?

I don't know.

I was hoping you could tell me.

I haven't heard from him in over a month.

I see.

And how long since you

last spoke to him?

Three months,

when he set sail for the Antilles

to join some friends.

The Antilles?

Will someone please tell me

what the hell's going on?

We already have.

Man hiding on his boat, which was adrift,

killed a member of the Coast Guard.

Yeah, but... my father-

Where is he?

I mean, what's happened to him?

That's just what we'd like

to know, Miss Bowles.

Sorry to get you down here

at this hour.

I can't understand

why they're in such a hurry.

I can't understand, myself.

The DA's office phoned twice

before you arrived, Doc.

Well, let's get it over with.

Have you already examined him?

Yeah.

I made one ortwo notes.

In my opinion, the death of the poor bastard

was caused by massive hemorrhage

due to a huge laceration

of the jugular.

Do you have a hypothesis

for the cause of this injury?.

Take a look at these edges.

To me it's quite obvious

what caused it.

There appear to be clear indications

of one or more bites.

Look carefully.

Pass me the scalpel.

I wouldn't be able to cut my way

through tissue paper with that,

let alone carry out an autopsy.

Take better care

of your instruments, James.

Don't scream.

Don't scream.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

My name's Peter West,

and I'm a reporter.

I'm gonna take my hand away,

and you're not gonna scream, okay?.

Sorry if I frightened you,

but if I hadn't, you'd have screamed,

and our friend up there

would have been on to both of us.

Who are you, and what are you

doing on my father's boat?.

I've already told you.

My name's West, and I'm a reporter.

- I've been following you all aftemoon.

- Clever.

Professional curiosity?.

The police version doesn't convince me.

I guess it doesn't convince you either.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

What were you looking for?

You got a hell of a nerve.

You know that?.

- You're not so bad yourself.

- Please.

Let me put it this way.

I've got some information,

you've got some information.

So why don't we throw it together

and see what we come up with?

I think I've already found

what you're looking for.

What do we do now?.

Well, I've got an idea,

but I'm gonna need your help,

unless you want to explain

to some judge

what you were doing on your

father's boat in the middle of the night.

Now, just do what I tell you, okay?.

- Okay.

- Good. Come on.

What the hell's-

Excuse me.

Don't give me the same old story.

- Well, actually, Officer-

- Same old story, huh?

This is all your fault.

You realize that, don't you?

- It was his idea, not mine.

- Listen to her, Miss Goody Two-shoes.

It wasn't her fault?.

It was all my idea?

Whose idea was it to have

a romantic setting down by the water?.

I'd have settled for an empty boxcar.

No, never again.

Not another boxcar.

She takes after her mother.

They're both bananas.

- You leave my mother out of this!

- She's crazy-

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