:B6030 (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. /en8/ TIME CODE: 61:00 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. /h8/ /h12/ /h7/ TIME CODE: 62:30 ?"Continue" :"Continue" Continue