(Continued from Scenes 11-17.)
18. EXT. HACIENDA HOTEL BEACH - DAY
Pepper, clad in a bikini, breasts barely restrained by a tiny bra, hair hanging loosely down her back, struts her stuff westerly along the water's edge. MEN on the beach gape. Their FEMALE COMPANIONS try to ignore her.
As Pepper approaches the section of beach adjacent to the Gold Dolphin, she slyly eyes the yacht.
19. EXT. GOLD DOLPHIN - FLYING BRIDGE AFT
Roberto watches Pepper through binoculars.
20. INT. GOLD DOLPHIN - MAIN DECK AFT
TOMAS (35), RICARDO (30), and Enrique, all dressed in tight T-shirts, white trousers, and white deck shoes, watch Pepper with happy grins. Tomas peers through binoculars.
“Mira. Mira las piernas.”
Ricardo grabs the binoculars from Tomas.
“Mira los pechos.”
Enrique seizes the binoculars.
“Ayee, mira las nalgas.”
The three crewmen LAUGH evilly.
21. EXT. GOLD DOLPHIN - FLYING BRIDGE AFT
Roberto picks up a microphone.
ROBERTO (loud speaker voice)
22. EXT. BEACH
Pepper pretends to ignore the Gold Dolphin. She grins, raises the binoculars concealed at her right side, turns toward the motor yacht.
23. EXT. FLYING BRIDGE AFT - BEACH - P.O.V. ROBERTO BINOCULARS
Pepper, binoculars to her eyes, faces the yacht.
24. EXT. BEACH. P.O.V. PEPPER BINOCULARS
Tomas, Ricardo, and Enrique BREAK UP LAUGHING. Roberto's sad face cracks into a wistful smile.
25. INT. GOLD DOLPHIN - FLYING BRIDGE AFT
Roberto raises his microphone.
ROBERTO (loud speaker voice)
Tomas, take the tender ashore and invite the
young lady to visit us. And mind your manners.
26. INT. GOLD DOLPHIN - MAIN DECK AFT.
Tomas, Ricardo and Enrique scramble for the control panel, bump into each other in their haste. Tomas raises his hand commandingly, touches a button.
27. EXT. GOLD DOLPHIN STERN - PEPPER P.O.V.
Gold Dolphin’s transom swings upward and slides beneath the main deck. A sleek grey and white inflatable boat with an inboard jet drive engine emerges from the hold, slides into the water.
28. EXT. BEACH
Tomas, Ricardo, Enrique and Pepper stand by the tender. They check each other out with admiring looks, happy grins.
“Señorita,” our “Capitan” invites
you to visit our “Delfin de Oro.”
I thought he'd never ask.
They all BREAK UP LAUGHING, turn to dragging the tender back into the surf. Pepper holds up her quarter of the heavy inflatable as effortlessly as the men.
(Photo courtesy Gentry Eagle.)
(Photo courtesy Gentry Eagle.)
29. INT. GOLD DOLPHIN - SALON
Roberto waits near the top of the steps from the landing platform. As Pepper reaches the main deck, Roberto holds open a silk dressing gown.
“Buenos dias, señorita.” I am Roberto
Delafina and these, your impetuous
admirers, are my loyal comrades,
Tomas, Ricardo, and Enrique. Enrique,
I believe, has already introduced himself.
Enrique hangs his head, shuffles his feet.
We welcome you aboard our Dolphin.
Thank you Captain. I’m Ramona Deering,
skipper of the sailing cutter Rocking Chair.
Mona motions to the east where many sailboats are moored.
But you are so young to command
a sailing vessel.
Why, Captain, if that’s a compliment,
I thank you. But if you want to know
how old I am, just remember, a woman
who will tell you her age, will tell you
Very good. I shall remember that.
Rocking Chair is owned by Doctor
George Selkirk, a retired psychiatrist,
and his wife Susan. They just returned
to California for the holidays. In truth,
Doctor Selkirk runs the yacht when
Pepper takes a quick look around the salon.
“Delfin de Oro es muy magnifico. Es
muy grande. Se mira que es veloz.”
Roberto glances at Enrique, smiles slightly. Enrique hangs his head again. Tomas and Ricardo LAUGH.
Ah. You speak Spanish.
More than a little, it would seem.
Come, let me show you our Gold
Dolphin, if I can pry you away
from these young stallions.
Roberto looks to his crewmen.
I am sure they have much to do.
The disappointed crewmen return to the boat deck. Roberto takes Pepper’s arm. As they walk forward through the salon to the control bridge, their bodies seem to say, “We’re going to get along just fine.”
30. EXT. SAN LUCAS BAY, EAST ANCHORAGE - ROCKING CHAIR
The small dinghy, Pepper at the controls, slides up to the stern of a sleek 55 foot sailing yacht. On the transom is lettered:
(SHOT) LOST HORIZONS Jack London Square Oakland, CA.
Pepper ties off the dinghy, grabs a line and pulls down a boarding ladder, scrambles up on deck, unlocks the main hatch, and disappears below. The yacht’s exterior is immaculate.
Pepper emerges from the main hatch struggling with a large, tightly stuffed black canvas bag. She wrestles the bag into the dinghy and zooms off. The yacht’s hatch and ports are open, the boarding ladder still hangs in the water.
31. EXT. CABO ISLE MARINA
Pepper ties the dinghy off behind a small sailing yacht upon which Fred, wearing only shorts, is on his knees scrubbing the teak deck. Fred struggles to his feet, rubs his knees.
If God had only given me another inch
of fat on my knees and another - -
Yeah, yeah, Fred. I’ve heard it all before.
How ya' doing, Pepper?
I'm goin' sailing on the Dolphin.
They're picking me up at the Las
Glorias dock. You gotta baby-sit
Rocking Chair for me. I left it open.
Promise you'll stay aboard? And,
please, keep it clean.
“No problema.” Hold on, I'll drive
you to Las Glorias.
Fred goes below, emerges dressed in shirt, slacks, and sandals. He hands a cigarette carton to Pepper.
Here, stow this in your bag. First
chance you get, hide it.
Pepper hefts the carton.
What’s this, a fucking bomb?
Nah. Just a transponder, a special
frequency transmitter. We’ve got
orders to keep close tabs on “El
Why? Is he dirty? Remember, if this
is DEA business, I get my usual cut.
Sure, sure, Mona. Don't worry. First
port you hit, take a plane back here.
Your five grand will be waiting for you.
Hey, all right. My kids sure can use it.
Pepper crams the package into her bag.
32. EXT. LAS GLORIAS HOTEL DOCK
The dinghy draws dockside. Pepperscrambles out. Fred tosses her bag onto the dock.
Bye, bye, baby.
33. INT. HOTEL LOBBY PUBLIC TELEPHONE
Pepper, phone to her ear, checks a piece of paper as she dials, stuffs coins in the slot. Waits. And waits. Hangs up. Nervously dials another number.
34. INT. SAN DIEGO - DEERING HOME DINETTE - DAY
KEVIN DEERING (35), tall, balding, blue-joweled, his current wife, Janet (30), and his two sons -– KEVIN JUNIOR, a husky 10-year-old, and BEETLE, a small skinny 6-year-old -- are eating.
The TELEPHONE RINGS. Beetle jumps up and rushes to the phone in the living room beside a Christmas tree.
Kevin Deering residence.
35. INT. HOTEL LOBBY - PUBLIC TELEPHONE
Pepper's face lights up with joy.
Hi there, Beetle honey.
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Kevin angrily jumps to his feet, upsetting his chair.
Give me that phone, Beetle. Right
Kevin grabs the phone. Beetle cringes, starts crying.
I told you, no more talking to the kids
until you pay up your back support.
Tears well in Pepper's eyes.
Kevin, please let me talk to the boys,
just for a minute. You'll get your
money in a few days, I promise.
Yeah, sure. Show me the money, and
then maybe we’ll talk.
Kevin slams down the phone. Kevin Junior smirks at Beetle. Janet looks at Kevin approvingly. Tears roll down Pepper’s cheeks. She hangs up the phone. Dabs at her eyes. Squares her shoulders. Walks to dock.
36. EXT. LAS GLORIAS HOTEL ESPLANADE, MONA’S P.O.V.
The Gold Dolphin tender, Tomas at the helm, RUMBLES as it slowly approaches the dock. Pepper waves energetically, runs to meet the tender. Tosses in her bag.
All right. Let's get it on.
(Continue to Scenes 37-48.)