We all stand on the deck of King of the Crabs watching the approaching sub. An orange, still glowing, shoreline has the silhouette of a man firing a round with his very old hunting rifle shouting,
“Die you Commie Bohunks!”
“Friend of yours?” says Jennifer to Stone as she looks through her binoculars at the black silhouette on the beach.
“Could I see those?” Stone asks Jennifer for her binoculars. She gives them to him.
Stone looks through the binoculars and apologizing says,
“It’s Jimmy! He’s alive! And almost deaf. I’m not sure he could hear us even if I yelled at him.”
Meanwhile Stone’s pilot, Jimmy, fires off another round at Vasili’s sub.
“Okay, Eskimo, you’re up!” says Stone to Tony.
Without a missing a beat, Tony dives into the water swimming toward Jimmy, yelling at him.
At this point I look at Jennifer thinking, “What kind of weirdos live up here?”
Jennifer seems to understand the silent communication and shrugs her shoulders, embarrassed.