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I'm supposed to go that way to B-deck. My firm's very reliable secretary told me so.
FORD
B-deck? That's where I'm heading. Mind if I follow you?
HARLEY
You can if you'd like. But I won't promise we won't still get lost.
EXT. CRUISE SHIP -- MORNING
We see passengers waving and throwing streamers as the ship pulls away from the dock. The ship's horn sounds and promotes excitement and anticipation.
INT. HARLEY'S CABIN
We see Harley's cozy yet somewhat elegant cabin complete with bed and mini-bar. Harley paces the small cabin while reading over some notes. Her cabin phone rings. Harley hurries to the phone and answers it.
HARLEY
Hello?
MARGO (V()
Harley, listen, this is extremely important.
HARLEY
Margo, thank God. I was beginning to worry.
MARGO (VO)
I was delayed. I'm not on the ship.
Harley's expression drops.
HARLEY
What?
MARGO (VO)
I'm making arrangements to meet the boat at the next port, but that's not until
tomorrow. I need you to meet with Mr. Underwood, explain what happened,
and keep our dinner meeting with him tonight.
HARLEY
By myself?
MARGO (VO)
You can do it, Harley. I'm sending my notes to the ship as we speak. If we miss
this opportunity, we probably won't get another one.
HARLEY
I'll take care of everything, but make sure you make the next port.
MARGO (VO)
You'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow.
Harley hangs up the phone and appears concerned.
HARLEY
No pressure, Margo. If I screw this up, I may as well jump overboard.
INT. CASINO
We see the well-appointed ship's casino complete with table games, bar, and rows and rows of slot machines. Harley looks around the casino then approaches a high limit blackjack table. We see a wealthy looking man at the table. He's also the only man playing. The man in his late forties is Taylor Underwood. Another man stands near the table and watches the hundred dollar hands being played. The other man, Damon, is a sturdy built, ruggedly handsome man in his mid-thirties. Harley pauses near Taylor and presents her most professional smile.
HARLEY
Mr. Underwood--
Taylor doesn't even look at her.
TAYOR
I'll have another scotch on the rocks, dear.
HARLEY
Mr. Underwood, I'm Harley Newcastle with Rollin and Sheraton Enterprises.
Taylor looks to Harley, gives her a quick once over, and then smiles and extends his hand.
TAYOR
Miss Newcastle, it's a pleasure.
Harley appears relieved and shakes his hand. He then looks around.
