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Captain: I can’t let you do that young man; this doesn’t comply with our policies.

Dr. Anthony: (slips it in) But murder does?

John: Are you really thinking about your policies right now? We’ve got to find the killer!

Mario: (looking at John) Hey Sherlock, let’s not try to take the matter into our own hands,
let’s just inform the authorities on-shore.

Captain: (Nervously) There seems to be a problem with the radio.

John: Let’s just call the police then?
Captain: I guess you’re traveling on these waters for the first time. You see, you don’t really
get any signal in the middle of a sea...

(Martha turns blue, John and Dr. Anthony look at each other)

Mario: (turns to Martha) Wait a minute! Didn’t you say you called your daughter yesterday?
(Narrowing his eyes)

John: (Gets up and puts his hands in his pocket) Why don’t you call her again?

Dr. Anthony:(removing his spectacles) Were you lying to us?

Martha: (Stuttering) No, no I wasn’t lying!

Captain: (Moves up close to her) Who were you talking to then? Are you hiding something?
Martha: I’m not hiding anything!

Mario: You killed him, didn’t you? (Shouts) Let’s check her belongings.

Martha: (Gripping onto the seat surface) I was in my room, resting like every other old
person.

John: Let me go to her room with the captain and check her belongings while you guys keep
a watch on her.

(They exit the room from the main door.)

Dr. Anthony: You lied to us about what you were doing last night. Surely you are hiding
something. Where were you last night? (Not getting any response from Martha he puts his
hand on his head) Let's just reach the shore and turn her into the authorities and they can
handle the investigation further.

(Martha breathing very heavily, on the verge of breaking down)

(John and the Captain enter the room from the main door.)

Captain: (Showing a pair of gloves and the cooks knife, in a deep, heavy tone) You better
start talking.

Martha: (Sobbing) I guess there’s no point in denying it now...If you want to hear it then so
be it. (Gritting her teeth) That man had it coming for a long time now.

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