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A distant boat lies on its side in the sand like an old wreck that's been left to rot in the sun. There's someone out there.
CLOSER ON BOAT
A MAN is meticulously stripping the old paint and varnish by hand, face hidden with goggles and kerchief mask. Red appears b.g., a distant figure walking out across the sand, wearing his cheap suit and carrying his cheap bag. The man on the boat pauses. Turns slowly around. Red arrives with a smile as wide as the horizon. The other man raises his goggles and pulls down his mask. Andy, of course.
ANDY
You look like a man who knows how
to get things.
RED
I'm known to locate certain things
from time to time.
Red shrugs off his jacket and picks up a sander. Together, they start sanding the hull as we
FADE OUT
THE END