Stephen Thomas is waiting, and he's mad. Correction: half-mad, half-eagerly awaiting the "all aboard" yell from the dockhand that'll tell him that he broke the deal.

That Steve Radder didn't show up.

That there will be no "Showtime" on this boat, at least none of the Radder variety.

"Any sign of Radder?" He asks the workers through clenched teeth.

None of them respond.

"Damnit."

Eventually one of the Assistant Producers comes running up behind him, looking agitated.

"Mr. Thomas! Mr. Thomas!"

"What?"

"You need to come please, and quick!"

Geez. Another fire to put out. Thomas walks slowly up the ramp onto the cruise liner, turning back at the top with his eyes half-closed.

"You better show, Radder."