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We see weary crew and passengers from the San Andrea standing by the railing on the St. Maria. They watch the commotion surrounding their former ship. Loni and Benson lean on the railing along with several other exhausted men and woman.
BENSON
I'll hand it to the local authorities, they did a nice job at slipping us in through the
back door.
LONI
I'm just glad to be off that floating morgue. I think it's finally sinking in.
BENSON
I know what you mean. Almost everyone I'd worked with were killed last night.
Benson straightens, attempts a smile, and looks to Loni.
BENSON
It'll be awhile before the authorities get to us for our statements. How about a couple
more drinks to take the edge off?
Loni smiles and links onto his arm.
LONI
I'm all for that.
Benson guides the already tipsy Loni along the deck. The weary crowd slowly disburses along with them.
EXT. DOCK -- AFTERNOON
We see the quiet St. Maria still docked not far from the San Andrea. Police and media continue to swarm the once impressive ship. The St. Maria still remains virtually unnoticed with minimal activity on deck.
INT. HARLEY'S CABIN
We hear knocking on the cabin door. Harley emerges from the bedroom in her fancy St. Maria bathrobe. She towel dries her hair and approaches the door. She unlocks the door and opens it to reveal her boss, Margo Merryweather. Harley stares at Margo and appears almost stunned. Margo smiles with delight and enters the suite.
MARGO
Oh, Harley, darling. I'm so happy to see you. I was so worried.
Margo looks around the suite then turns to Harley with a broad smile.
MARGO
I see they're treating you well after your ordeal.
HARLEY
Yes, the cruise line put us up on their finest ship.
MARGO
I'm so glad to hear that.
HARLEY
I'm surprised they let you onboard. The authorities were keeping the ship locked
down pretty tight. They're still not convinced it wasn't some terrorist group,
despite our stories.
MARGO
Well, I told them I was your aunt, so they let me onboard. And what luck, I caught
up with Taylor Underwood. I can't tell you how thrilled I was that he wasn't among
the fifty percent dead.
HARLEY
Forty-three percent.
MARGO
(waves her off)
Close enough. It doesn't matter.
HARLEY
(low)
It does to the other eight percent.
Margo doesn't appear to hear the comment and flops down on the sofa.
MARGO
You'll be happy to know that Taylor Underwood agreed to have dinner with us
tomorrow night to discuss the proposal. Isn't that fantastic?
