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(B) / /h12/ TIME CODE: 60:30
Continuing action after Angelo leaves.
MATRE'D
You two are the ringleaders or what?
YANG WOLF
Why don't you relax. We'll be
dockside soon enough.
MATRE'D (bluffing)
The police will be waiting.
YANG WOLF
Will they now?
MATRE'D
I already phoned them. I found drugs on board
myself a while ago, I think it must belong to
one of my staff, and I phoned the
police right away.
YANG WOLF
That wasn't a very smart thing to do.
MATRE'D
But I did it.
YANG WOLF
Move over there. Face the window.
He's directing him toward the hallway area, as he moves
toward the container of ashes into which he earlier saw Jack
hide the ashes. With his focus remaining on the matre'd,
Wolf reaches into the container and brings out what he thinks
is the stash: but instead it's the plastic container of Dr.
Brodey's ashes. He quickly slips them into his coat pocket.
Spying in the C area, Brad has seen this. As Wolf approaches
the matre'd now, Brad will sneak behind him.
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YANG WOLF
Okay, turn around.
The matre'd does.
YANG WOLF
What can be done can be undone, right? You're
going to go to the phone and tell the police
it's a hoax, it's something to do with the
wedding here, a party game and you thought it
involved real drugs -- anything, just so we
got no cops on the dock. You understand me?
MATRE'D
And if I refuse?
YANG WOLF
Then your life ain't worth shit.
MATRE'D
I don't believe you'd kill me.
YANG WOLF
Try me.
MATRE'D
I think I shall.
Brad has come up behind Wolf and points his finger in his
back.
WAITPERSON
Drop it -- now!
He reaches around and grabs the pistol from Wolf.
MATRE'D
Good work, Brad!
YANG WOLF
You sonofa--
WAITPERSON
Easy now.
MATRE'D
I'll phone the police.
But Brad has the gun on the matre'd as well.
WAITPERSON
Stay where you are, sir.
MATRE'D
Are you serious?
WAITPERSON
Like the man said: try me.
YANG WOLF
Hey, good sense, man--
WAITPERSON
Stay put, both of you! Give me the drugs,
man. I saw you put them in your pocket.
Wolf hands over the plastic bag containing Dr. Brodey's
ashes, which Brad quickly slips into his own coat pocket.
MATRE'D
Are you out of your mind?
WAITPERSON
Not really. Just looking out for
number one. You won't give me a break, so
what choice do I have?
MATRE'D
You're just digging a deeper hole for
yourself.
WAITPERSON
We'll see. You, to the phone.
He's directing Wolf to the phone.
WAITPERSON
Pull the sucker out.
Wolf does so.
WAITPERSON
No more phone calls.
MATRE'D
It's still not too late, Brad--
WAITPERSON
Hey, it was too late when you didn't even give
me a chance to explain myself, okay? I never
wanted into this in the first place. But if
I'm going to be in, I might as well get
something out of it, right?
YANG WOLF
You can get more where that came from, man.
WAITPERSON
No deals.
YANG WOLF
You haven't even heard what I'm offering.
WAITPERSON
I don't have to.
YANG WOLF
That's nothing, that stash you got, compared
to what's possible, man.
WAITPERSON
The church is into drugs, is that it?
YANG WOLF
You wouldn't believe what I'm into, man.
WAITPERSON
What we're going to do is relax, we're not far
from the end of this thing. We're all acting
like nothing happened.
YANG WOLF
I got connections that'll--
WAITPERSON
I don't need no talk! Over there, both of
you. Face out the window, like before.
He directs them to the windows side of the area.
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