Deep Rising Page #4

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21INT. PILOT HOUSE - SUNSET

Finnegan hits a button on his console. The Stones are replaced by the

first chords of LAYLA.

FINNEGAN:

If I told you once...I told you a

thousand times...

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22INT. ENGINE ROOM

PANTUCCI:

(rote)

I know...I know...if the cash is

there we don't care...

(nervous)

Finnegan this is as mean a pile of

sh*t as we ever carried...

Pantucci notices Hanover impatiently looking at his watch again, and

nods for a mas of Assie mean and muscle named MASON to follow him up a

ladder.

PANTUCCI:

...and some of it's coming your way.

He quickly pulls out a wrench, slaps it over a bolt and tightens it

down. The leak stops. He blows on the WRENCH like it's a six-shooter,

then spins it at the speed of light and holsters it into his toolbelt.

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23INT. PILOT HOUSE - SUNSET

As Finnegan is watching the sea ahead, swathed in the shrieking

Clapton guitar solos, the hatch opens. Hanover enters, followed by

Mason, who leaves the hatch door ajar. Finnegan's eyes remain fixed on

the sea. His ears on the Clapton. Hanover and Mason hold onto any

available rail as the boat slams over the waves.

HANOVER:

You remember the first time we met

Finnegan? I think you were just

starting out...smuggling gold off

Sumatra for those two Chinese...what

did we use to call them?

FINNEGAN:

Fok Yu and Fok Yu Two...are we

strolling down memory lane for any

particular reason?

HANOVER:

No, it just struck me as odd...I

don't see you for all these years

and you've still got the same tape

stuck in the box.

FINNEGAN:

You know what they say...the

classics are eternal.

Hanover looks at the Topo Imager. Holding onto the rail to keep his

balance as the boat slams over the choppy sea.

HANOVER:

So where are we?

Finnegan points to a spot in the middle of the map.

FINNEGAN:

Right here...middle of nowhere...

HANOVER:

And where is our point of arrival?

Finnegan points to another spot on the map.

FINNEGAN:

Right here...middle of nowhere...and

the answer to your question is yes.

HANOVER:

Which question is that?

FINNEGAN:

The one you came up to ask...are we

on schedule?

HANOVER:

(to Mason)

Take note Mr. Mason...this is why

you hire a professional...No

whining. No excuses.

MASON:

(attitude)

I've heard a lot of stories about

you mate...

FINNEGAN:

All of them flattering I'm sure.

MASON:

They were...but they musta been

talking about another Finnegan...

because the one I heard about was as

rough as they came...the one I'm

looking at is, well, about as

current as the music.

HANOVER:

Don't mind him Finnegan...you

remember 25...balls of steel...

splashing around in a sea of

testosterone.

FINNEGAN:

I don't mind him...but I do think

it's time for him to get back down

below with the rest of the

playgroup.

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