All language subtitles for Maverick S01E11

You fools!

That's money you're
heaving over the side. Money!

You better never let me
come across your bows again...

either of you...

because I will slice you up
into pieces too small for bait.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

- May I help you?
- I'm looking for Maverick.

I hope you haven't lost
him, he's an old friend.

- May I ask your name?
- Maverick.

Well, of course, Mr. Maverick.
Mr. Maverick is expecting you.

- He's in Room 119.
- Thank you.

- How long has the game been going on?
- Oh, four days. Uh...

What game?

There's your thousand.

I'll put up another thousand.

I'm a man of deep
faith, Mr. Longhurst.

Not misplaced, I trust.

Come in.

- Mr. Maverick.
- Bart. Ha, ha.

- How are you?
- Hello, Bret.

Good to see you. Gentlemen,
I'd like you to meet my brother.

Mr. Longhurst, Mr. Campbell,
Mr. Williman, Mr. Marchese.

Gentlemen, my honor.

If you'll excuse me, I have some
business for the moment with Mr. Longhurst.

Go ahead.

Now, Mr. Longhurst,
I believe it's your call.

Your thousand and up three.

Well, I'll just call...

and 3000 more.

I don't happen to have 3000 more
with me at the moment, Mr. Maverick.

- Well, your word is good, Mr. Longhurst.
- Thank you.

Very well. I call.

At this point, gentlemen,
I have a proposition.

I hold IOUs from each of you,
gentlemen, for some $6000.

Are you implying that
those won't be made good?

I know they will be.

But you owe 3000 in
the pot, Mr. Longhurst.

Now, if I win the pot...

we'll call the 3000 square, and
I'll tear up the IOUs in the bargain.

Well, from the way you
play poker, Mr. Maverick...

I can come to the conclusion
that you're giving us $9000...

in the name of mercy.

Just what is your proposition?

The $9000 buys me into the ring.

We've turned down much
better propositions, Mr. Maverick.

No doubt. But, here,
it's a matter of poker.

Poker is a matter of nerve...

and nerve is a matter
of how much a man's got.

If it's a question of
nerve, Mr. Maverick...

I think my partners and I
will agree to your proposition.

Especially since I believe
I have the winning hand.

I have the ace you were
wondering about, Mr. Longhurst.

- Welcome to the ring, partner.
- Thank you, sir.

- Nice to have met you, Mr. Maverick.
- Thank you, sir.

Oh, uh, incidentally, there's
an auction tomorrow morning.

My partners and I are
not particularly interested.

It's a little small for us.

Well, I don't mind
beginning in a small way.

The name of the ship
is the Flying Scudd.

- Good evening, Mr. Maverick.
- Good evening.

Well, I thought I needed you
to help me swing the deal...

but I did it myself
with a pair of aces...

and a fair knowledge of
the grand game of poker.

I suppose I should be
happy for you, brother Bret.

But for what? What's "the ring"?

The ring buys up
wrecked ships at auctions.

It's always been closed tighter
than a loan shark's fist to outsiders.

Nobody bids against
them. But enough of that.

Tonight, I'm gonna show
you the city of San Francisco.

So you can't say that I brought
you on a wild goose chase.

- Yeah, but what...?
- The questions can wait.

When this night's over...

you're gonna wonder why there's
still people living east of the Rockies.

- Good morning.
- Bret.

Good morning, sir.

Watch the way it'll work.

I'll take the first bid,
Longhurst will have the second.

Gentlemen, we are here to offer a
vessel, the Flying Scudd, at auction.

She is valued at $10,000, including
rice and fine silk from the orient.

The Flying Scudd is
beached at Midway Island...

and the buyer assumes all
responsibility for taking her off.

How much will it cost
to bring her back here?

Oh, a thousand at the most.

We're getting her for 300,
leaving some $8000 profit.

If you're ready, gentlemen, I
should like to hear an opening bid.

- One hundred dollars.
- Thank you, sir.

I am offered $100.

- One-fifty.
- Thank you, Mr. Longhurst.

- Two hundred dollars.
- Two hundred.

- Two-fifty.
- Two-fifty.

Three hundred dollars.

I defer to Mr. Maverick.

The bid is $300. Do
I hear more? If not...

I... I...

Three hundred and fifty dollars.

There is a bid of $350
from, uh, that gentleman.

- Four hundred.
- Four hundred.

Four... Four-fifty.

He in the ring?

No.

- Five hundred.
- I have a bid of $500.

Five hundred and fifty dollars.

Five hundred and fifty dollars.

Looks like the gentleman doesn't know
you're supposed to get the Flying Scudd.

Could be you're
getting whipsawed, Bret.

- Six hundred.
- Six hundred dollars.

Six hundred and fifty dollars.

- Mr. Markham.
- At your service, Mr. Longhurst.

- One moment, if you please.
- Certainly, sir.

Gentlemen, would you mind?

What's going on, Mr. Longhurst?

I thought we were
supposed to get this ship.

I'm just as surprised as you are.
I have no idea who the fellow is.

Are you sure of
that, Mr. Longhurst?

Quite sure, Mr. Maverick.
You have my word.

And to prove our good faith...

and to let our little friend there
know that he's made a big mistake...

the ring will back
your bid up to $5000.

Seven hundred dollars.

Four thousand and
fifty dollars is the bid.

- Five thousand.
- Mr. Maverick's bid is $5000.

Do I hear an
advance of that bid?

Five thousand five hundred.

Five thousand five
hundred dollars.

That's it, Mr. Maverick. The ring
will not back you beyond 5000.

Look, mister... Mr. Markham,
may I have a minute, please, sir?

Uh, Mr. Markham, if
Mr. Maverick wants to top my bid...

I demand he do it
immediately or drop out.

I shall give Mr. Maverick
exactly one minute. No more.

There's something somebody
wants on the Flying Scudd.

She's not worth even 5000
to us where she stands.

Then you're dropping
out of it, Mr. Longhurst?

If your brother wants the Flying Scudd,
he takes her on his own responsibility.

What do you think, Bart?

Fifty-five hundred dollars is a
lot of money for rice and silk.

Even if you're a
hungry dressmaker.

Well, maybe it's not just rice
and silk that somebody is after.

Then somebody looked at
the whole card. Could be.

You know there's
a war on in China.

Now, that is exactly what I've
been waiting to hear you say.

It explains everything.

No, look, you don't see it.

Bullion, gold. Maybe smuggled
out of China on the Flying Scudd.

Unless it's some
kind of a squeeze.

Between Longhurst and that
fellow that's bidding against you.

Can't be. We can drop out now
and leave them holding the bag...

for what they've already bid.

Besides, I know Longhurst
and his reputation.

This is between us
and the little man.

Time's up, Mr. Maverick.
Do you wish to bid?

I'm with you, Bret.
Go ahead and bid.

Six thousand.

Six thousand dollars
is Mr. Maverick's bid.

- Six thousand one hundred.
- Six thousand and one hundred dollars.

The bid is $18,700.

Mr. Maverick's bid.

I...

Uh...

Eighteen...

No, no... Uh, nineteen thousand.

Gentleman says $19,000.

- Well, as Pappy used to say...
- Faint heart never filled a flush.

That's right. Go ahead.

I'm gonna have to leave my head
with the loan shark to get the money.

You'd rather be rich than
ugly, wouldn't you? Bid.

- Twenty thousand. AUCTIONEER:
Twenty thousand dollars.

Twenty thousand five hundred.

Twenty thousand
five hundred dollars.

- Twenty-one thousand.
- Twenty-one thousand.

Mr. Markham, I
beg your indulgence.

I'm not representing
myself but my principal.

And I've already gone $500
over my authorized limit.

I take it then, sir,
you wish to drop out?

No, no, no, I just want 20
minutes in which to see my client...

and see if he wants to, uh...

I'm sorry, sir, that's
against rules and policy.

We may not hold up a sale.

But I assure you,
sir, I'll be back. I've...

Mr. Maverick's bid was
$21,000. Do you wish to top that?

The Flying Scudd is
yours, Mr. Maverick.

Well...

it's ours.

- What is ours, brother Bret, for 21,000?
- Next question.

You've made a purchase, Mr. Maverick.
There are formalities, papers to be signed.

There's more money in my
bag at the hotel. It's all yours.

What do you want?

I'd like to buy your
next drink, mister, uh...?

My name is Bellairs.

Thomas Bellairs.

It's my pleasure, Mr. Bellairs.

Oh, uh, my name
is Bart Maverick.

Pretty stiff bidding
back there, Mr. Bellairs.

Somebody must have really
wanted the Flying Scudd.

What's the trouble,
Mr. Bellairs?

You two did me out of a fortune. I
could've bought that boat for nothing.

You pocketed the difference
between nothing and 20,000?

Why did you do it to me, hmm?

It was open
bidding, Mr. Bellairs.

Yeah, but I got a
limit. My client...

Who is your client?

I am not privileged to
divulge that information.

- Well, why did he want the Flying Scudd?
- Why?

I don't know. He just came to me.
I'm a lawyer. He just came to me.

- Who?
- Mister...

Oh, no, you don't.

Well, it's just a shame
about the commission.

You did me out of it.

What's that for?

If you tell me who your
client is, that $500 is yours.

Client's business is privileged.
I can't tell. Nope, nope.

It's not your fault he put
a limit on what he'd pay.

That's right.

Your obligation
to him has ended.

Now, I am your client...

and your first commission is to
tell me who bid on the Flying Scudd.

The $500 is the fee, huh?

"James Dickson." Is
this the right address?

Mr. Maverick, I'm proud
to have you as a client.

- Bellairs?
- Telegram for Mr. Dickson.

Put it under the door.

All right, Mr. Dickson.
There's no telegram.

- Who are you?
- My name is Maverick.

I want a talk with you.

I don't know you. You
have no business with me.

It's about the Flying Scudd.

- What about it?
- I own her now.

Since you wanted
the ship so badly...

I thought we might get
together and discuss it.

Go away. Go away
and leave me alone.

What's on the Flying
Scudd, Mr. Dickson?

Get away. I don't wanna
see you or talk to you.

I warn you, sir. Get away.

Dickson. Dickson.

Nope, I don't know the name.

I waited around for two
hours. He wouldn't come out.

What did you learn?

The ship is registered
with the commission.

Is that all?

Her master was a Captain Wicks.

- Where is he?
- Nobody knows.

- What?
- It's true.

A British man-of-war picked
up Wicks and his crew...

after the Flying Scudd had
been beached at Midway.

Soon as Wicks got to San
Francisco, he notified the commission.

The commission got in
touch with the owners...

- and they put the ship up for auction.
- And the rest of the crew?

Right into thin air.

- Why, Bret? Why?
- Shall we find out?

Glad to. How?

Why, there are hundreds of
waterfront dives, seamen's hangout.

A secret's pretty hard to keep.

Somewhere, someplace
there ought to be someone...

who knows at least
one of the crew.

We just pass the word around
that we're looking for one of them...

and offer money for information.

- How much?
- Bart, I haven't got a nickel.

I've signed notes to get what
we needed. Sixty-day notes.

How much am I in for?

Well, you said, "Take it."

- You saved me a collar button?
- A brass one.

All right.

Let's start passing the word.

Jamie Craven?

My name is Maverick.

Hoist, hoist, sail and move on.

Beat it!

Sit down.

If the scuttlebutt's
right, you're looking

for some of the crew
from the Flying Scudd.

That's right.

You got a good reason?

I've got a reason.
Have you got a price?

There's a man living at
the Square Regal Hotel.

His name is Jerome Braus.

I'll kill him.

- No.
- What did he come here for? What he want?

He knows all about it,
Mr. Carthew. He knows.

- What's gonna happen with the...?
- Shut up.

- It's all right. Don't worry.
- It ain't all right.

Why buy the Flying
Scudd if it's all right?

- That boat was bought for salvage.
- For over $20,000?

I say get rid of him once and
for all. We can breathe again.

Now, that's enough.

It's all right for you, Mr. Carthew. You've
got enough money to get yourself lost.

You had your share.

Yeah, little enough
it was for what I've...

Now, you shut up and listen.
You've gotta get out of here.

I'll give you enough
money to satisfy even you...

but be where I can find you.

I ask you again, what about him?

When and if it becomes
necessary, I'll take care of him.

Oh, I should have known. Somebody
was watching my every move.

Shall we go back and
do some skull tapping?

No, it's too late.

That fellow, Jerome Braus or
whatever his name is, he's long gone.

After the Flying Scudd.
What if they beat us to it?

Dickson, the fellow that
was bidding on the ship...

he'd have enough money
to hire a ship and a crew.

That's what we've gotta do fast.

With what?

Hey, there might be a skipper
who's willing to make the trip.

- On a percentage deal.
- What kind of a skipper?

We can't pick and choose, brother Bart.
We have to take what the devil sends us.

You don't have the money
to hire me or my ship.

Yet you say you are
willing to make a deal?

You are the one who is
leading. You do the offering.

My brother and I paid
$21,000 for the Flying Scudd.

The story got around.

Either you know something
or you're a pair of fools.

Guess which, captain.

Eh...

But you don't
look like the fool.

But I don't know
about your brother.

Well, take my word for it,
I've known him a long time.

If he ever does anything foolish,
it costs other people money.

Make your deal, Mr. Maverick.

Ten percent for
you and your crew.

Not enough to pay for the
job of close-hauling the jib.

Fifteen.

I've got to have a
crew of at least six.

After I finish paying them
off, I'll be holding a slack line.

You're slick as a
greased axle, captain.

Well, I might as well
go my limit. Twenty.

Forty.

The limit just went up.

- Thirty.
- Thirty-five.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised
if you flew the Jolly Roger.

Thirty-five it is.

Tomorrow morning good
enough, Mr. Maverick?

Can you get a crew
together that soon?

You have yourself aboard the
Nora Karina tomorrow morning.

The crew is my lookout.

And don't expect a
flock of smiling angels.

I've seen better crafts
hauling bait for a fishing boat.

She floats, that's
all we can ask for.

You know, I'd still think
you gave me a fast shuffle.

You take a nice ocean cruise, while
I stay here and fight off the creditors.

If I'm not back in 60
days, put up a good fight.

You know, Bart, look, we've
been broke before, but not dead.

Why don't we just
forget the whole thing?

Better come
aboard, Mr. Maverick.

We're ready to move
out into the narrows.

I want to get underway
with the turn of the tide.

Take care.

Well, captain, I
hope it's a nice trip.

- Your quarters are aft, Mr. Maverick.
- Thank you.

All hands stand by to cast off!

Come in.

Take that away.

You waiting around
for me to die?

People rarely die
of seasickness, sir.

Wait a minute.

What's your name?

Matthew Higgins, sir.

- Don't I know you?
- No, sir.

You better eat some food, sir.

Get out of here.

Your belly back on an
even keel, Mr. Maverick?

Well, I've decided to
go on living, captain.

Very thoughtful of you
to send that food down...

my condition to the contrary.

The man who brought
it was also thoughtful.

He said his name
was Matthew Higgins.

What do I care if his
name is John Beelzebub?

I needed a crew and I got one.

Higgins?

Higgins. Stand aft here.

- Captain?
- Maverick ever see you before, Higgins?

- No, why?
- Just asking.

What's aboard the
Flying Scudd, Mr. Higgins?

I paid you $2000 to get to Maverick
and take me aboard this ship.

There's nothing else
you need to know.

You're right, Mr. Higgins,
if that's your name.

Land, ho!

- Is that the ship, captain?
- Yes.

Hung up by an underwater
reef, from the look of her.

I wanna get to the Flying
Scudd as soon as possible.

Higgins? You'll go ashore
with Mr. Maverick and me.

The rest of you, scout the
island for fresh water and for fruit.

Ever been to
Midway, Mr. Higgins?

No, sir. Never.

Neither have I.

It should prove interesting.

Like a grave, she is.

Now, let's get to the hold
and look at that cargo.

Yeah.

Higgins, see if there's some
oil in that lamp there, will you?

Aye, aye, sir.

Aye, it's rice, all right.

Silk.

Well, I guess this whole cargo
isn't worth more than $3000.

Captain, I want your
men to tear this ship apart.

- Apart?
- Every inch of it.

Oh, I see what you mean, Mr. Maverick.
You figure there's something hid here.

I want all of us to be happy...

especially me.

Higgins, go get
the rest of the crew.

Tell them to bring crowbars
and axes from the Nora Karina.

And bring them right back here.

Aye, aye, sir.

Did, uh, you take a good look at
this ship as we came up on her?

Is there something I missed?

If you know the first
thing about sailing...

you would see that this ship
could be lifted off this reef.

Lazy as taking a
baby out of a crib.

And no captain worth a rotten
piece of line would leave his ship...

when there's half
a chance of saving.

Now, I ask myself and I
ask you, Mr. Maverick, why?

Why was she left here?

So far no sign of anything.

So far we've only
torn her half apart.

Keep trying, captain.

All right, Higgins or Dickson.

Never buck the odds
when they're this high.

Better give me that.

You'll have to
kill me to get it.

Look, Maverick, if it's money you
want, you can have it. Any amount.

Oh?

How much money do
you have, Mr. Dickson?

We'll go back to San
Francisco, to my bank.

Everything there is yours.

I'd rather see that.

I said, you'd have to
kill me first. I meant it.

I could shoot that knife out of your
hand before you had a chance to use it.

- You'd kill me.
- What makes you think that would stop me?

I don't know...

but it's up to you.

I've played enough poker to
know when a man is running a bluff.

- You're not.
- That's right.

There you are, Mr. Maverick.

- What is it?
- Opium.

- Where was it?
- In dry space.

The Flying Scudd
was smuggling opium.

Yeah. Or was about to
when she was beached.

How much is this stuff worth?

Ten, 12,000.
Depends on the market.

That still doesn't make 20,000.

No, no, it isn't, but,
uh, it's something.

Anyhow, we don't go
home empty-handed.

They put you in jail for
smuggling opium, Captain Nares.

Jails aren't pleasant.

I'm not a boy, Mr. Maverick. There
are ways of getting this stuff in.

I'm sure there are.

And I'm just as sure you know all of
them, and could think up a few new ones.

But just the same, I
chartered your ship...

and I don't intend to spend several years
in a federal prison for smuggling dope.

A joke is a joke, Maverick,
and this is no time for it.

Well, if the risks don't bother you, I can
come up with a few personal objections.

You're talking about
right and wrong.

Tell your men to
dump it overboard.

No. There's a handy profit
to be made in this stuff.

A nice sum for each of us.

I made this run on a
percentage and so did my men.

Now, we are poor
men, Mr. Maverick.

Following the
sea is a hard life...

and we made a long
run here at the Midway...

and, uh, you wouldn't want to see
us, uh, go back poor men, would you?

I like money too,
Captain Nares...

but not this kind.

Oh, be reasonable.

Even if I agreed with you,
my men would not like it.

So let's stop the argument.

He's got a gun, captain.

Yeah, and I judge he knows how
to handle it. Up with your hands.

Now, you tie him up good and
tight and we drop him in deep water.

Pick it up. Tell your
men to stand back.

Stand back.

You in the hold, come on up.

Put your hands up.

In here.

Why did you do it?

You could have
killed me, you didn't.

All right, men, throw your
knives down into the hold.

Now, turn around.

Put your hands on
top of your heads.

On top.

Maverick, you forgot one thing.

How are you going to get away?

You can't sail the Nora
Karina without me and my crew.

You ought to think
of one other thing.

Mr. Higgins there, he paid me to
come to you and get him aboard.

Now, he's double-crossed
me and he'll do the same to you.

I don't think so, captain.

You fools!

That's money you're
heaving over the side. Money!

You better never let me
come across your bows again...

either of you...

because I will slice you up
into pieces too small for bait.

You know, Maverick,
Nares is right.

We can't sail the Nora Karina by
ourselves. We'd have to set them loose.

We might as well cut our
own throats and save time.

What chance do we have
if we keep watch on them?

Well, we'd need fine weather every
mile of the way. That's impossible.

The first sign of bad weather and we'd
need them and they wouldn't need us.

Afraid you're right. We'd
have to take turns sleeping.

That would leave only
one of us to watch seven.

I'd rather draw to an inside
straight and play it blind.

There is one other way.

One of the small boats.

That's a big ocean, Mr. Dickson.

It will get bigger too. We could rig a
sail and load up with food and water.

At least we'd stand a chance that
way. We'd be in the trade lanes.

- That the only way?
- Afraid so.

What about Nares and his men?

They'll get a little hungry
before they get loose.

But we'll have a long start.

That's it, then. One
of the small boats.

I expect you know we
may never be picked up.

That's the case, there'll be something
on my tombstone I never expected.

"Bart Maverick, died at sea."

In three days you'll be
bait, if you last that long.

Now, listen to reason.

I give you my word.

I'll take the ocean,
Captain Nares.

Well, what do you think?

I think we've probably
drifted out of the trade lanes.

You wanna tell me about it now?

Might help at a time like this.

You could have taken
this while I was sleeping.

Uh-huh.

But you could have
dumped it overboard anytime.

- Why didn't you?
- Morbid curiosity, I expect.

I wanted to read it all.
I've only read part of it.

What would I have seen it?

My name isn't Dickson.
It's Paul Carthew. I...

I was a remittance
man in New Zealand.

Is that log the only reason
you went after the Flying Scudd?

Not the opium?

There was murder aboard
that ship, terrible murder...

and I was part of it.

A year ago I joined up with some
pearl fishers in the Dutch Indies.

We'd made quite a haul when
a Dutch cutter gave chase.

We lost them in the fog
but we cracked up on a reef.

We took to a small boat.

We managed to get to
Midway and light a signal fire.

Three days later, the Flying Scudd
saw our signal and picked us up.

Captain Wicks and his crew
found out about the pearls we had.

They wanted their share.

They wanted all of it.

My share alone was
worth over 10,000 guineas.

A fight started...

and I was hit across the head.

When I regained consciousness, the
Flying Scudd was like a slaughterhouse.

- Captain Wicks and his crew were...
- Murdered?

But I swear, I had nothing to do
with it. I didn't even know until...

But I had to go along with them.

We ran the Flying Scudd onto a reef
and a British man-of-war picked us up.

You and the others pretended to
be Captain Wicks and his crew?

Yes, that's why I had to
go back and get this log.

Why didn't you
take it with you then?

I thought I had. I
took the captain's log...

and when I read it, I found the
mate had kept another one. This one.

It has everything in it.

How the Flying Scudd
picked us up, and the pearls...

All our names listed in it.

Didn't you think of telling
your story to the law?

A captain of a ship,
dead by violence.

We'd have all been
hunted down and hanged.

So when you got back to San Francisco
you reported the Flying Scudd as beached.

Then you dropped out of sight.

I had money from the sale of the
pearls to buy the Flying Scudd...

and get to her and
burn her into the sea.

Wipe out that terrible...

I swear, I swear by all
that's holy, I killed no one.

Even my friends are innocent
in a manner of speaking.

They didn't start the fight.

Well, whatever it's
worth, I believe you.

It's worth a great
deal, Bart. Thank you.

- What?
- Here, Paul, take some water.

Better?

- I'm sorry, Bart.
- Sorry? Why?

Maybe I deserve
to die like this.

Had it coming, I
expect. But not you.

Don't let it worry you.

- As a matter of fact...
- But it does worry me.

If I'd made a clean breast of things
when you came to me in San Francisco...

if I'd told you then, you
wouldn't be here now.

Believe me, I'd do anything to
make it up to you. But it's too late.

Your intentions are good
anyway, at least at the moment.

If things were different, I
swear I'd make it up to you.

Somehow, someway.

You don't think
we have a chance?

Not now.

Well, I'm just wondering
about my brother.

He's up to his neck in debts.

If the Flying Scudd was
worth what we paid for...

you could still claim her and
salvage something out of the mess.

But she isn't worth it.

And I hope you'll forgive me for
what I did to your brother and to you.

You, uh, said you'd
make it up to me. How?

Oh, there's no sense
in talking about it, Bart.

We're a couple of dead
men and we both know it.

Well, maybe you're right
but it's a way to pass the time.

What, uh, would
you do if you could?

I've got $50,000 in the
bank in San Francisco.

I'd give every nickel of it.

Twenty-five thousand is enough.

We're a couple of fools,
Bart, talking like this.

Well, maybe, but what
else have we got to do?

Got a pencil?

I feel like dying a rich man.

Make out a draft for 25,000
payable to Bret and Bart Maverick.

Looks like you
broke first, Bart.

Why not 50,000?

You stand as much
chance of cashing it.

Twenty-five thousand is plenty.

We'll both be the wealthiest corpses
in this part of the Pacific Ocean.

How many more days
to Midway, Mr. Hanson?

Yesterday, it was five.
So today, it should be four.

But maybe not.

The captain has altered
course to pick up survivors.

Survivors?

Small boat just off there.

I thought you said this was
a big ocean, Mr. Hanson.

You know of a bigger one?

Well, after we pick
up our survivors...

unless the captain has got another
reason for stopping at Midway...

you can tell him to forget it.

Before you give it to me...

look over your right shoulder.

How long have you known
that boat was back there?

Just long enough.

Paul.