Ghost Ship Page #3

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:

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