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The ship will be here in less than two hours. I want these crates moved onto
the loading dock.
(pause)
When will you set the bomb timers?
PARSON
They're already counting down. In three hours, this vessel will be at the bottom
of the ocean.
Colten suddenly grabs Parson by the collar.
COLTEN
Are you crazy? I told you not the set the timers until the ship arrived.
Several terrorists aim their weapons at Colten. He eyes the men and slowly releases Parson.
PARSON
Careful, Colten. My men are more dedicated to my cause then yours are to you.
(pause)
There's nothing to worry about. I can disarm them with a remote, if necessary.
Parson removes a small device that appears to be a cell phone.
PARSON
I just need to dial the bombs number from anywhere on the ship and press a button
to disarm.
(pause)
I can also press a button to set it off at my command.
(pause)
So don't piss me off.
Parson returns the remote to his pocket and smiles deviously.
PARSON
You worry about the gold. Let me worry about death and destruction.
Damon nudges Benson and nods back the way they had come. All three quietly slip along the wall behind the crates.
INT. CLUB
Damon, Benson, and Harley hurry through the club with its massive body count on the floor. Harley lags behind and nervously looks around. Damon look back, notices her expression, and approaches her. He pauses before her and places his hands on her shoulder. She looks at him with a blank expression.
DAMON
I know this isn't easy, Harley, but you need to put it out of your mind for now.
You can break down later.
Harley looks back to the room strewn with bodies.
HARLEY
I know. It's just--I don't know what happened to Loni. I left her alone in here
while I drew their fire. I can't help feeling as if I'd left her to the wolves.
DAMON
Worrying about her isn't going to help our situation. Just hope she found a good
hiding spot.
(pause)
Our situation isn't good, so I need you to stay focused.
Harley meets his gaze, stares into his eyes, and slowly nods.
HARLEY
I can do that.
Damon offers a tiny smile then leads her toward the back of the club. They enter the ladies' room.
INT. RESTROOM
Damon, Benson, and Harley enter the elegant sitting area of the rest rooms. Damon locks the door behind them, hesitates, and then looks around at the mirrors and elegant furniture. He eyes Benson.
DAMON
Is it my imagination or do guys get the short end in the facilities department?
BENSON
Definitely.
