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DAMON
We'll need to arm as many of the passengers as possible. There can't be anymore
than twenty gunmen left alive. We'll have to retrieve the rifles from the ladies' room
in the club and meet Harley in the haul.
BENSON
Just give me one more minute to put her in cruise control--and lock her out, so no
one overrides my course.
Benson fiddles with several controls then grabs his rifle and the one from the dead man. He indicates the unconscious man.
BENSON
What about that one?
DAMON
He'll be lucky if he remembers his name when he wakes. We'd better go. Company
should be arriving any minute, since they know we're here--and they'll be pissed.
INT. HAUL CORRIDOR
Harley, Loni, and Ford approach a watertight door. Loni lowers her paper and indicates the door.
LONI
According to Benson's map, that's the ballast tank.
Harley strikes the butt of her rifle several times to the steel door. Silence. We hear repetitive clangs from the other end.
HARLEY
Sounds like they're in there.
Harley slings the rifle over her shoulder and reaches for the water tight lever. We hear the cocking of a gun. Loni and Harley slowly look behind them. Ford aims a semiautomatic at them.
FORD
I can't let you open that.
Both women stare at him and appear surprised.
HARLEY
You're one of them?
FORD
Sorry, Harley--I'm actually in charge of this entire blundered mission.
Loni uncertainly clings to Harley's arm with a terrified look.
FORD
Now, very slowly--toss the rifles down. I have no reservations about killing either
of you, although I'd rather not.
Both women slowly remove the rifles from their shoulders and toss them to the floor.
FORD
Very good. Now to lock you someplace nice and secure, so we can continue with
our rendezvous without further interruptions.
Harley slowly lowers her hands, folds her arms over her chest, and offers a sympathetic look.
HARLEY
Yeah, about that--
(pause)
I'm afraid your escape boat may have met with an unforeseen accident.
Ford stares at her and appears bewildered. He suddenly smirks.
FORD
Don't mess with me, Harley. I may change my mind about shooting you.
Loni attempts a nervous smile while staring at Ford and mutters to Harley.
LONI
What are you doing, Harley? Let's not upset the nice man with the gun
pointed at us.
HARLEY
It's called plea bargaining, Loni. If we stay on this ship, we're dead. On only
way off is to leave with Ford and his men.
