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MAX
Maybe you prefer starving to death. In a couple of days, we won't have as much strength. Somewhere there must be flare guns or weapons of some kind. We can secure a few, so when help does arrive, we're prepared to move out.
Jett comes out of the bathroom wearing expensive shorts and a designer blouse. She dries her damp hair with a towel.
JETT
What are you two doing?
ROB
Stocking up for a long hibernation.
JETT
(to Rob)
What's he plotting now?
ROB
A little trip to the kitchen. We'll bring back some cards, if we find any.
JETT
(glares)
I can't believe you two are going out there. You're just as crazy as he is.
ROB
He makes a good point.
JETT
Then what do I do after you get yourselves killed?
Max looks out the door into the corridor then looks back to Rob.
MAX
Okay, it looks clear.
(to Jett)
We'll be gone twenty minutes. Keep the door bolted.
JETT
You're not leaving me here while you go off and get yourselves killed.
MAX
(firm)
Jett--
JETT
(points a warning finger)
Don't take that tone with me, flyboy.
Max looks at Rob. Rob attempts a smile and shrugs.
ROB
You want her--you deal with her.
INT. GALLEY
Jett, Max, and Rob enter the kitchen with some anxiety. They look around, then hurry to the pantry. Rob opens the pantry door. Two women, SHELLY and RITA, scream and strike Rob with bags of rice. Rob dives away from the pantry. The women look to all three and relax.
SHELLY
(relief)
Oh, thank God!
RITA
We didn't know there were others still onboard.
SHELLY
The guys will be thrilled.
MAX
(surprise)
How many of you are there?
SHELLY
Five--including me. After Anderson went insane, we were afraid to leave the gym. We were just gathering some supplies. Why don't you guys join us. Davis and Braddon should be back shortly. Braddon knew where to find some flares and a couple of guns.
JETT
It must have been Anderson who took the helicopter.
MAX
Do you know what that thing is running around the ship?
RITA
(eyes Max)
We have a pretty good idea. We can discuss it after we get back to the gym with the supplies.
Max looks to Rob and Jett.
MAX
Well?
ROB
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