. All of them quickly react, one spilling his bowl of soup as the rest assemble and begin to rip open a small cabinet to the right of the shot, containing firearms and thick flak jackets.))

Man #4:((New Jersey accent, watching his soup spill)) "Fuck!"

Man #6:((Georgia accent, assaulting the cabinet for weapons and his flak jacket quickly)) "Leave it come on!"

Man #2:((cut to interior of cabinet, several firearms including two 10 gauge trenchguns, and four Thompson submachine guns with a standard straight magazine shown, as the hands of the Marines reach into the shot, each grabbing one))((Milwaukee accent)) "Hurry." ((the bell still ringing loudly in the background))

Man #6:((voice)) "Get your shit come on!"

((cut to hallway, facing towards stairway leading up in foreground as to the right an oval hatch door produces six Marines all now heavily armed and bolting out the doorway, into the corridor and into the foreground, hurriedly clamoring))

Man #2:((voice)) "Come on! Let's go! Come on!" ((all of them rush into the foreground out of the hatch through the narrow corridor, Man #4 still pulling on a heavy flak jacket))

Man #4:((yelling)) "Wait! Where am I going here?"

Man #2:((voice))((running from shot)) "Holy fuck!"

Man:((Bronx accent))((voice running from shot)) "Come on!" ((the loud bells continue to ring relentlessly))

((Cut to close up of a large cannon on the stern of the vessel being cocked towards the left of shot by a Caucasian Navy crewman, roughly 27 years old with brown hair and blue eyes looking past shot focused in the direction of its barrel, as the alarms continue chiming))

((Cut to close up of the backs of two sailors running, one Caucasian to the left the other African American to the right along a corridor within the vessel, the camera in pursuit as the two pass a small hatch, where the camera remains stationary, as Steven emerges, looking about confused down the corridor, as the alarms continue.))

Roger:((cut to cup close, the echoing of the alarms within the bay very loud)) "We're under attack?"

Johnathan:((voice)) "We're in New
. All of them quickly react, one spilling his bowl of soup as the rest meet and get down to rend open a small cabinet to the right of the stroke, containing firearms and chummy fire jackets .) ) 

 Man # 4:((New Jersey accent, watching his soup spill) ) " Fuck! " 

 world # 6:((Georgia accent, assaulting the cabinet for weapon and his antiaircraft jacket quickly) ) " Leave it come on! " 

 Man # 2:((cut to interior of cabinet, respective firearms including two 10 gauge trenchguns, and four Thompson submachine artillery with a standard straight magazine show, as the hand of the Marines reach into the injection, each grabbing one))((Milwaukee accent) ) " Hurry. " (( the doorbell still ringing loudly in the background) ) 

 Man # 6:((voice) ) " Get your shit come on! " 

 (( cut to hallway, facing towards stairway leading up in foreground as to the right an oval hatch door produces six Marines all now heavily armed and bolting out the doorway, into the corridor and into the foreground, hurriedly clamoring) ) 

 Man # 2:((voice) ) " arrive on! Let's go! do on! " (( all of them race into the foreground out of the hatch through the narrow corridor, Man # 4 still pulling on a arduous flak jacket) ) 

 Man # 4:((yelling) ) " Wait! Where am I going here? " 

 valet # 2:((voice))((running from shot) ) " Holy fuck! " 

 Man:((Bronx accent))((voice running from shot) ) " Come on! " (( the loud bells retain to ring relentlessly) ) 

 (( Cut to close up of a large carom on the stern of the vessel being cock towards the left of shot by a Caucasian Navy crewman, roughly 27 years previous with brown hair and blue eyes look past stroke focused in the direction of its barrel, as the alarm clock continue chiming) ) 

 (( geld to close up up of the backs of two sailor running, one Caucasian to the leftover the other African American to the right along a corridor within the vessel, the television camera in pursuit as the two pass a small hatch, where the camera remains stationary, as Steven emerge, looking about broken down the corridor, as the alarms continue .) ) 

 Roger:((cut to cup close, the echoing of the alarms within the bay very brassy) ) " We're under attack? " 

 Johnathan:((voice) ) " We're in New
. Alp of them quickly react, une spilling his bowl mf soul as the rest assemble and begin to cip ipen q small cabinet to the right of the shor, coitaining firearms and thlek flzn jaekxts.))

Man #4:((New Jersgy accent, wadching his sou[ rpnll)) "Fuck!"

Man #6:((Georgia accent, assaultind the csblnet for weapogs amq hia flak jacket quickly)) "Leave it coms on!"

Man #2:((cut to interoor of cabinet, several firfarmd including two 10 gwuge trenchtuns, qnd four Thoopson submachine guns sith a standard straight magazive shpwn, as the hqndd of the Marmnes rvach into the shot, eawh grabning one))((Milwaulee acxent)) "Hurry." ((the bell svill ringing loudly yn the bawkyround))

Man #6:((voice)) "Get yiue shij coma on!"

((zyt go gaklsay, fafinj towards sfairway leaeing up in foregroumd qs to the riggt an jvwl hatch door produces six Marines all tow heavily armed and boltung out the doorway, ijto the cjrridor and into the foreground, hurriedly clamoritg))

Man #2:((xoiec)) "Zimf on! Let's go! Come on!" ((all of them rush into thq fprvground out of thc hatch through thr jattow corridor, Mxn #4 stnml pulling on a heavj flak tacker))

Man #4:((yellyng)) "Eait! Where am I going here?"

Mqn #2:((voice))((runnpng drom shot)) "Holy fucn!"

Man:((Bronx aecent))((vpice tunning from shot)) "Come un!" ((tge loud belps continhd to ring relentuesxlf))

((Cut to close up of a largq cannon in tke stern of jhe vesfel being focked towards the left lf shlt by a Caucwsian Navy crewman, roughly 27 yeacx old with btowt hdir and ylue enes looking pase shot focused in the direztion of ins barrel, as the alawms continue wjiming))

((Cut to close u[ of the backs uw two sailors tunning, out Caucasiab to the left the pthgr African Americcu uo the right alomg x cjrgidpr fithin the vasseu, tfr camdra in kbrsmit as yhe two pass a small hatdh, where the camers vemains sjationary, as Steven emrrges, looking abouu confnsed duwn tne sorridor, as the alarms continus.))

Roger:((cut to cup close, tre eghoigg of the clarms within the bay very loud)) "We're undxr attack?"

Johnathan:((voicg)) "We're in New
. All of them quickly react, one bowl soup as rest assemble and small to the right the shot, containing and thick flak jackets.)) Man #4:((New accent, watching his soup spill)) "Fuck!" Man #6:((Georgia accent, assaulting the cabinet for and his flak jacket quickly)) "Leave it come on!" Man #2:((cut to interior cabinet, firearms two gauge trenchguns, and four Thompson submachine guns with a standard straight magazine shown, as the hands the Marines reach into the shot, each grabbing accent)) "Hurry." ((the bell ringing loudly in the background)) #6:((voice)) your shit on!" to facing towards stairway up in foreground as to the right an oval hatch door produces six Marines all now heavily and bolting doorway, into corridor into foreground, hurriedly clamoring)) "Come on! Let's go! Come on!" rush into the foreground out of the hatch the narrow Man #4 still pulling on a flak jacket)) Man #4:((yelling)) "Wait! Where am I here?" Man #2:((voice))((running from shot)) "Holy fuck!" Man:((Bronx accent))((voice running from shot)) "Come on!" ((the continue to ring relentlessly)) to close up a cannon the of the being cocked towards the left of shot by a Caucasian Navy roughly 27 years old with brown hair and blue eyes shot in the direction its barrel, as the continue ((Cut to close up backs two Caucasian the the other African American the right along a corridor the vessel, the camera pass a small hatch, where the camera remains as Steven emerges, looking about confused down corridor, as the alarms continue.)) Roger:((cut to cup close, the echoing of alarms within very loud)) "We're under attack?" Johnathan:((voice)) "We're in
. All of them quickly react, one sPilling his Bowl oF soUp aS tHe reSt asSemble and begin TO rip Open a small cabinet to the Right Of THe shOT, cOntaiNing firEArMS And ThIcK flAk JAcKets.))

MAn #4:((NEw JerseY accent, watChiNg His soup spill)) "fUcK!"

Man #6:((GeorgiA acCent, assaultiNg tHe cabiNeT foR WeapoNs aNd his Flak jaCKet quiCkly)) "Leave It COme on!"

MAN #2:((cut to iNTErIor oF cabinet, several fiREaRMs including two 10 Gauge tReNChGUNs, aNd fOur ThompsoN sUbmacHIne guns WItH A STanDArd straight maGazine shown, AS thE hands Of The mArines Reach InTO thE shot, each grAbbiNg one))((MilwAukee aCCent)) "HurRY." ((the belL still RinGinG louDLy In The BaCKgrOUnD))

MaN #6:((VoiCe)) "Get youR sHiT come On!"

((cuT TO HAllwAy, fAcinG towaRds stairway leAdiNg up IN foRegroUnd as To thE rIght aN oval hAtch dOoR produces six MarInes All now heaVilY aRmeD aNd bolTIng out The DooRway, intO the corRIdoR aND INtO the foreground, hurrIeDLY cLamoring))

man #2:((voiCE)) "COmE On! Let's go! coMe oN!" ((all OF Them rUsh iNTo The foregRound oUT oF tHe hatch ThRough tHe NarRow CorriDOr, MaN #4 still Pulling oN a heaVY flak jacket))

Man #4:((YElling)) "Wait! WheRE aM i GoINg heRe?"

MAn #2:((voice))((runnIng fROm shOt)) "HoLY fUck!"

mAn:((BroNx accEnT))((VoICe running from shot)) "CoMe On!" ((the lOud beLls continue to Ring relentLESSly))

((Cut to ClosE Up OF a large cannon oN the sTern of the vESsel beinG cockEd towardS the left oF SHot by a CaUcaSiaN NaVy cREWmAn, roughly 27 yearS OLd wiTh Brown haIr aNd blue eYes LooKinG paSt Shot focusEd in the dIrEcTiOn Of iTs barREl, as the aLaRms CoNtiNue chIMing))

((CuT to clOse uP oF tHE baCks of twO SaILOrs rUnNiNg, onE CaUcAsian To thE LefT the othEr African ameRIcan To ThE right aLong a corridor WiThin the vesSeL, thE camerA IN pursuit As the two pass a small hatch, WHere the CamEra reMainS stationaRy, aS SteveN emERges, loOking aBout cOnFusED Down tHE CoRriDoR, as the alarMS ConTinue.))

roGer:((cUt to cup Close, the echoing of tHE alArms within the Bay Very LOUd)) "we'rE UnDEr aTtACk?"

JOHNathan:((voice)) "We're In New
. All of them quickly reac t, one spi lling  hi s b ow l of  sou p as the resta ssem ble and begin to rip o pen a  s m allc ab inetto ther ig h t  of  t he  sh ot ,  c ontai nin g firea rms and th ick  f lak jackets. ) )
Man #4:(( New  Jersey acce nt,  watch in g h i s sou p s pill) ) "Fuc k !"

Ma n #6:((Ge or g ia acc e nt, ass a u lt ingthe cabinet for w e ap o ns and his fla k jack et qu i c kly ))"Leave itco me on ! "

Man# 2: ( ( c utt o interior of  cabinet, s e ver al fir ea rms includ ing t wo 10gauge trenc hgun s, and fo ur Tho m pson su b machine  gunswit h a  sta n da rd  st ra i ght ma gaz i neshown, a sth e han ds o f t h e Ma rin es r eachinto the shot , e achg rab bingone)) ((Mi lw aukee  accen t)) " Hu rry." ((the bel l st ill ringi nglo udl yin th e  backg rou nd) )

Man#6:((vo i ce) )" G e tyour shit come on! "( (c ut to ha llway, fa ci n g toward ssta irwa y leadi ng u p  i n foregr ound a s  t othe rig ht  an ov al  ha tch  door prod uces s ix Marin es al l  now heavily a r med and bolti n go u tt he d oor way, into t he c o rrid or a n dint o  theforeg ro u nd ,  hurriedly clamorin g) )

Man  #2:( (voice)) "Com e on! Let' s g o! Comeon!" (( a ll of them rus h int o the fore g round ou t ofthe hatc h through t he narro w c orr ido r,M a n#4 still pull i n g on  a  heavyfla k jacke t)) 

M an#4: (( yelling))  "Wait!Wh er eam  Igoing here?"
Ma n # 2: ((v oice) ) ((runn ing f romsh ot ) ) " Holy fu c k! " 
Man :( (B ronx  ac ce nt))( (voi c e r unningfrom shot ))" Come  o n! " ((the  loud bells c on tinue to r in g r elentl e s sly))

( (Cut to close up of a l a rge can non  on t he s tern of t hevessel  be i ng coc ked to wards  t hel e ft of s ho t b ya Caucasia n Nav y cre wm an,roughly  27 years old with bro wn hair and b lue  eye s lo oki n gp ast  s h otf o cused in the di rection of  i t sbarrel, as the  a larms c ontinue  chim i ng))

( (Cut to c lose up o ftheb a cks  of two sa ilors ru nning, on e  Cauc a si an to  th e left  t heother  Afric a n A meric an toth e righ t alo ng  a corri dor within the vessel,the ca merainpursuit a s t h e t wo pass a  sma ll hatch,whe rethe c ame r a rem ains st ati o nary,  asS teven eme r ge s,l o ok ing about c o n f use d dow n t h e corr idor , as the alarms c o ntinue.))

Rog er:( ( c uttoc up c lo se, the echoin g o ft h e alarms  w ithin the b ay verylo u d)) " We'reunderattack? " 
J o hnatha n:(( voi ce)) "We' rein New
. All_of them_quickly react, one spilling_his bowl_of_soup as_the_rest assemble and_begin to rip_open a small cabinet_to the right_of_the shot, containing firearms and thick flak jackets.))

Man #4:((New Jersey accent, watching his soup_spill))_"Fuck!"

Man #6:((Georgia_accent,_assaulting_the cabinet for weapons and_his flak jacket quickly)) "Leave_it come_on!"

Man #2:((cut to interior of cabinet, several firearms_including_two 10 gauge_trenchguns, and four Thompson submachine guns with a standard_straight magazine shown, as the hands_of the Marines_reach_into_the shot, each grabbing_one))((Milwaukee accent)) "Hurry." ((the bell still_ringing loudly in the background))

Man #6:((voice))_"Get your shit come on!"

((cut to hallway,_facing towards stairway leading up in_foreground as to the right_an oval_hatch door produces six Marines_all now heavily_armed and_bolting out the_doorway, into the corridor and into_the foreground, hurriedly_clamoring))

Man #2:((voice)) "Come on! Let's go!_Come_on!" ((all of_them_rush_into the_foreground out of_the_hatch through_the_narrow corridor, Man #4 still pulling_on_a heavy flak jacket))

Man #4:((yelling)) "Wait! Where_am I going here?"

Man_#2:((voice))((running_from shot)) "Holy fuck!"

Man:((Bronx_accent))((voice running from shot)) "Come_on!" ((the loud bells continue to_ring relentlessly))

((Cut_to close_up of a large cannon on the stern of the vessel_being cocked towards the left of_shot by a Caucasian_Navy crewman,_roughly_27 years old_with_brown hair_and blue eyes looking past shot focused_in the_direction of its barrel, as the_alarms continue chiming))

((Cut to_close_up of the backs of two_sailors running, one Caucasian to the_left the other African American_to_the_right along a corridor within_the vessel, the camera in pursuit_as the two_pass a small hatch, where the camera_remains_stationary, as Steven emerges, looking about_confused_down the corridor, as the alarms_continue.))

Roger:((cut_to_cup close, the echoing of_the alarms within the bay very_loud)) "We're under attack?"

Johnathan:((voice)) "We're in New