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He's, uh, thinking, Foster.

You know, something|you were paid to do ?

You thinking|what I'm thinking ? Huh ?

- What ?

Salvage ? Salvage, baby.

You all signed on for a percentage.

But you never figured|I'd bring you this, did you ?

A ship abandoned|in international waters.

Maritime law says|she's a derelict.

All we have to do is tow her to safety,|slap a salvage lien on her,

and the Russian government has to pay us|100/0 of her value to get her back.

Richie, put a number|on her for me.

Well, let's see. There's|three parabolic satellite dishes.

One of them's|kind of f***ed up.

Forty-two labs all primed with,|uh, state-of-the-art stuff.

Let's see. We're talking...

two hundred ?

- Three hundred million ?|- $300 million.

That's what's comin' our way.

The opportunity of a lifetime|if we play our cards right.

That's what, about 30 grand apiece ?

- Three hundred G's apiece.|- Three hundred G's !

That's at one percent ?

I'm willing to change all that,

cut you in for ten percent.

That's $3 million each.

- What do you think of that ?

What do you think ?

- Is it legal ?|- Totally.

Totally legal.

- Sh*t. I'm in if you're in, jefe.|- Hey, I'm good.

What about you, Foster ?

- Oh, Foster, please ! Come on !|- What ?

- Come on ! It's easy money !|- There's no such thing|as easy money, Squeaky.

I'll take that as a yes, Foster.

Baker, find the ship's generator.|We need power to the bridge.

See if you can get|the main engines running.|Squeaky, you go with him. Richie ?

Throw a line down to the tug.|We're gonna have to turn|this ship into the wind.

Foster, can you see if you can get some|of this navigational equipment started ?

Captain. My father was an admiral.

I know a little something|about maritime law.

If there's anybody alive on this ship,|you can't claim her.

- Then let's not find anyone alive.|- What does that mean ?

Just that. I hope|we don't find anyone alive.

Woods, come back to me.

We're gonna need to turn|the ship into the wind.

It just doesn't add up. You know ?

Russian vessel, middle of nowhere,|dead in the water, crew vanished ?

- I mean, why would they abandon ship ?|- I don't know.

And another thing. Who the hell|do you think we can trust here ?

We're talkin' about an awful lot|of goddamn money, right ?

Listen, the only two guys|that we can trust is just|you and me, Stevie. That's it.

I wouldn't take a check|from the captain.

Woods is wound up so tight,|you couldn't pull a pin|out of his ass with a tractor.

And Hiko is like--

I don't understand|what the hell Hiko is.

Richie's crazy like a fox, Stevie.

But, you know, I think|he just might be there for us.

And Foster's good.

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