(ROADSHOW SCENE NO. 3)

85 - Cont.

HOLMAN

Sir, she ain't gonna last. She'll give way.

COLLINS (challengingly)

She never has.

The sound of rifle shots. Personnel on the bridge instinctively
duck. Collins and Bordelles bring glasses to their eyes.

COLLINS

All hands take cover. Clear the port side.

FRANKS

All hands take cover. Clear the port side.

There is great activity and spirit. Men scurrying for cover
or for guns, but without fear. Almost like a game. Bronson
and Crosley unlimber their guns. Restorff runs along the top
of the boat deck with a rifle, hunting a target.

86 - EXT. SHOT OF SHORELINE - DAY

Burst of smoke from rifle fire.

87 - EXT. BRIDGE - DAY

Bronson zestfully lets go with a burst of fire. Holman ducks
down, calls to Franks.

HOLMAN

What is it?

FRANKS

Get below. Bandits — local bandits. They never do anything but
shoot holes in the stack.
(he sings out to some sports lovers) Clear the port side!

Holman grimaces, looks helplessly at Collins, starts down the
starboard ladder.

Cont.

87 - Cont.

BRONSON (to Restorff)

Can you see anything?

RESTORFF

I think I got one.

88 - EXT. MAIN DECK - DAY

Holman joins others taking protection. Intermittent firing goes on.
Holman regards the men's enthusiasm with amazement.

BORDELLES

Cease fire! Cease fire!

BRONSON

Just one more burst. Captain?

COLLINS

All right.

Bronson fires. The gunners yell back and forth at each other,
claiming hits, joshing. Holman's attention is drawn away from
the "cowboys and Indians" to the noise of the engines. Franks
passes him.


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