Ghost Ship Page #4

Beers, cigarettes and pay envelopes on the table before them,

Dodge, Greer and Murphy look on at Epps across the room, who

is showing the coastguardsman a birthmark on her neck.

GREER:

Looks like Epps' gonna get some

tonight.

DODGE:

With that coxswain d*ckhead.

MURPHY:

You aren't jealous, are you Dodge?

DODGE:

Are you kidding me? Jealous? Epps?

Gimme a break.

Greer and Murphy trade looks as Dodge raises his beer.

DODGE:

What a laugh.

A MINOR COMMOTION can be heard as they sit there.

WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)

I'll show you, b*tch!

They look over to see the coastguardsman's GIRLFRIEND, late

20s, hefty in a red miniskirt and big hair.

GIRLFRIEND:

You want to mess with me, I'll kick

your b*tch ass, girl.

WITH EPPS:

Epps coolly puts out her cigarette as a circle has gathered

around her and the girlfriend, anxious to see a girl fight.

EPPS:

I don't know what you're talking

about. I just bought this guy a beer.

GIRLFRIEND:

This "guy" is my man, honey.

COASTGUARDSMAN:

Darlene --

GIRLFRIEND:

You, shut up.

EPPS:

(starting off)

Listen, I don't want any trouble,

okay -- ?

GIRLFRIEND:

(stopping Epps)

Uh-uh. No. We're gonna fix this right

now.

MURPHY:

(stepping up)

What seems to be the trouble, ladies?

RIVETER:

Whyn't you mind your own business,

chief.

Murphy turns to see a shipyard RIVETER, a big man holding a

beer, still wearing his welding leathers. Murphy turns back

to Epps and the Girlfriend.

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