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I prefer that explanation myself, but I'd prefer not to take any chances.
JETT
(upset)
Damn it, why did Rob have to wander off. He always does this to me.
MAX
(stands/approaches her)
First, we're going to remain calm.
JETT
Maybe he went to Dennis' cabin--142.
MAX
That's lower deck--in the bowels of the boat. I suggest we check that cabin.
If we don't find Rob, then we'll wait in the main lobby. It's open with plenty
of exits.
JETT
(rubs her arms)
Okay--let's get this over with.
Max smiles and extends his hand to her. She uncertainly accepts it. He leads her to the lounge door.
INT. MAIN DECK LOBBY
Max sits on the lobby counter, eating chips from a bag. Jett paces every so often then throws herself onto the plush sofa closest to him.
MAX
I thought you'd never get tired.
JETT
How can you eat?
MAX
Easy--I'm hungry. Want some?
JETT
No.
(groans)
I could use a stiff drink though. I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin.
MAX
Really--I hadn't noticed.
(jumps from the counter)
It's getting late. Why don't we check out the galley, gather something to eat,
get you a bottle, and lock ourselves into the presidential suite for the night.
JETT
I thought you didn't want to lock yourself in anywhere?
MAX
Neither of us are going to last all night without sleep. Things seem quiet around
here. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable behind a locked door.
JETT
(springs to her feet)
I would--very much.
Max flashes a large ring of keys and approaches her. She remains close to him as they leave the lobby.
INT. GALLEY
Jett appears uneasy in the large, obstructed kitchen. Max sifts through the refrigerator and removes a few items. Jett finds a basket and holds it for him while he tosses things into it. He then approaches a wine rack and selects a bottle. He smiles with satisfaction.
MAX
Not bad.
He places it into the basket. A pot suddenly crashes to the floor. The basket falls from Jett's hands, and she jumps into Max's arms. Max appears startled by her actions more than the sound. He holds her against him and looks around the kitchen to locate the source of the sound. We see a fat rat scurry across the floor.
MAX
(looks at Jett/calm)
Just a rat.
JETT
(groans/head to his chest)
What is wrong with me?
MAX
(rubs her shoulder)
You probably just need some sleep. It's been a mentally exhausting day for
both of us.
Jett lifts her head and meets his gaze. Max smiles with a confident look, relaxing her.
