Abandoned Page #4

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That should do the trick.

JOHN (V.O.):
It can be terrifying

if you're not used to it.

(LOUD BANG)

What the... What the hell was that!

Chute must've fouled.

- Then we've got to free it.

- No, too dangerous.

It's pulling us side-on.

Well, you make a mistake pulling it

in, you could lose a finger or a hand.

Then we cut it loose.

No. Hey! The tiller's lashed.

All we can do is sit tight and wait it out.

We can't leave the chute like that.

I'm the skipper, Rick, remember?

[JOHN] Get some sleep. We'll sort it

in the morning when conditions improve.

COMEDIAN (ON TAPE): So we just

locked ourselves down in the scrum...

This will put a smile in your

eye and some lead in your pencil.

What's that?

Epirb. We can set it to send out distress

signals, any plane flying over, it'll pick it up.

COMEDIAN (CONT'D): He had

a double jointed arse.

Mick, me mate the master farter.

Put the art back into farting

with his custom tailored farts.

Mick, me mate the master

farter broke new ground...

in breaking wind with

his double jointed arse.

[RICK] You risked our lives! What

are you after, eh? Insurance money?

I'm not insured. I don't believe in it.

I'm insured with the Gods,

not the bottom feeders.

Hey, you're in my space, mate.

What happens if a wave flips

the boat the right side up?

Are we gonna be fine with all this water?

It can't happen, okay. It won't happen.

No, no. We've got to cut an escape hatch.

You are not cutting another

hole in this bloody boat.

Now you have some respect for her, for

me, for everything I've put in to it.

No bloody way. This is our

lives we're talking about.

If you won't do it, I will.

(SAW CUTTING)

JOHN (V.O.):
It was painful to watch,

like the violation of a loved one.

But Rick was not a

man to argue with.

Once he made his

mind up, that was it.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

JOHN (V.O.):
Breaking outside

didn't make them feel any better.

Seeing the magnitude of what we were up

against, their morale sank to a new low.

Any hope of a quick rescue

seemed a distant prospect.

Rick, Rick... the light.

Wait a minute. It will come back on.

That's it.

JOHN (V.O.):
Once the EPIRB

battery died we were on our own...

outside standard flight

paths and shipping lanes.

JOHN (V.O.):
Wind, current and the

gods were taking us for a ride.

The only control we

had was over ourselves.

Rick, Jim, give us a hand outside, eh.

JOHN (V.O.):
We needed to put

differences behind us and work as a team.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Okay.

I got it.

All right.

Got it.

Phil, give us a bloody hand, would ya'?

I'm busy.

I don't know why you're doing that anyway?

No point. Don't bother.

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