Scene 6.2
Later...
A large room on the cruise ship. There are tables and chairs scattered about, and at the focal point of the room there is a large, round cage full of white balls, along with a big LED board showing numbers, from 1 to 75.
This is the evening bingo session, and many of the passengers are dressed in their best suits and tuxedos, having just come from a fabulous dinner. The bingo MC is turning the cage and selecting numbers out, calling them out, though the sound is muted and we can only hear the music playing over it, an appropriate yet ridiculous choice: "...B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name-O...".
Unfortunately, due to a technical problem, the LED display is frozen, so we also can't see what numbers have been called so far.
The MC reaches into the cage and holds up a ball, but before he can call out this latest number, the group of seven (eight counting Alice) being chased run in through one of the restricted access doors and, not looking where they are going, run into the MC and ball cage and send all of the balls rolling around on the floor.
The MC crashes to the floor and hits his head on the corner of the stage, killing him instantly. Meanwhile, the group of assassins burst into the room, but on seeing that the room is too crowded, they hide their guns behind their backs and whistle, waiting to resume the chase in a less noticeable way. The bingo players, however, are less concerned about these events and more concerned about the ball he was about to call out.
Concerned Bingo Player:
Did any of you see the ball?
Dweezil Zappa:
Are you crazy? A man just died, and we are fleeing for our lives, and you want to know about a stupid game?
Concerned Bingo Player:
Stupid game? That stupid game could change my life around! If you didn't see the number, perhaps I'll kill you all myself!
Tabris:
Now, let's hold on for a minute...
Carrie Fisher:
Alice, did you see the ball?
ALICE:
Sorry I can't see anything right now. My eye is off.
Kelly Garrett:
I'm sure one of us had a clear view... here, give us a little time and we'll talk about it and see if we can piece together what we remember.
Concerned Bingo Player:
Well... I suppose that will have to do. But no funny business. You have one hour.
Count de Morcerf:
One hour? To figure out whether any of us saw anything or not? Don't you think that's... ow!
Glen Stewart Godwin jabs the Count sharply in the ribs. He whispers:
Glen Stewart Godwin:
It will give us time to agree on a number to call. We don't even know which numbers have been called already, unless any of you saw anything. The bingo players don't know what it was any more than we do. And the time will settle them down. And maybe we'll find a way out of our predicament with the assassins, too.
DEATH:
ASSASSINS, CHASING DEATH... WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG?