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LEVIATHAN
Screenplay by
David Webb Peoples
and
Jeb Stuart
Revised Draft
September 8, 1987
FACE IN ON
THE SURFACE OF THE OCEAN
sunny and placid then slowly WE BEGIN DESCENDING UNDERWATER
Moving down from the bright surface waters, through layers
of fish and marine life...
A school of vibrantly colored fish move with the current,
their numbers are enormous, their movements in unison.
Suddenly out of the darkness a barracuda cuts through the
school, taking out four or five before disappearing into the
shadows. The school moves on as if nothing happened,
quickly closing ranks where the missing ones swam only
seconds before.
WE MOVE DEEPER AND DEEPER
Fish disappear, darkness envelopes us. Cold and lifeless
where light has never penetrated...Five thousand feet, ten
thousand. Deeper, where only strange, self-illuminating
echoniderms move eerily through the currents. Then suddenly
WE HEAR STATIC from RADIO TRANSMISSION. THEN VOICES...
JONES
Burritos...Enchiladas...
DEJESUS
(hispanic voice)
Oh, gag, man, how can you eat that
stuff?...
BOWMAN
(female)
I can't wait for fresh vegetables...
Several voices suddenly break into argument..."vegetables?"
"shit," "burgers"...Suddenly another voice rises above the
others.
BECK'S VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, cut the chatter. You're
not out of here, yet. Who's the
hook? Seven?...You got a hook on
container 22?
A pause, then more voices.
SIXPACK'S VOICE/ RADIO
(redneck drawl)
The man's asking if you're hooked
on 22, you dumb shit.
JONES' VOICE/ RADIO
Watch your mouth, Sixpack. Hello,
Shack, Seven, here. I ain't the hook,
over.
A light flares out of the darkness, suddenly illuminating an
IMMENSE SHAPE--fifteen hundred pounds of hardened metal
nearly seven feet tall. It is a motorized diving suit and
we see the stenciled name, WILLIE across the front
breastplate. As it pivots we see the stationary worklights
around the base of a large underwater mining operation, THE
SHACK. Then a woman's voice.
WILLIE'S VOICE
(woman's voice)
Six to Shack. I'm the hook.
INSIDE THE SHACK/ CONTROL ROOM
littered with papers, half-full coffee cups, and a confusion
of wires and very low-tech, high-tech equipment BECK sits at
the monitor controls. He is younger than we expected,
twenties, clean cut good looks. He'll be a hell of a good-
looking man at thirty-five, he just needs to be hardened.
From the looks of the coffee cups around him he's on his
way.
BECK'S VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, Six, let's wrap this container
and call it a day.
Above him a bank of monitor screens. Each one labeled with
a crew member's name and providing a video picture from a
camera mounted on their helmet. Beck reaches above him and
throws a console switch which activates another monitor
labeled ROV. With a joystick he manipulates an outside
camera(the ROV), its picture we see on the monitor. It is
moving.
UNDERWATER
WILLIE'S POV The inside of her helmet is a grid of LED
gauges monitoring air reserve, body temperature,
atmospheres, heart rate, blood pressure.
She stops next to a pair of railroad-like tracks and removes
the tool attached to the end of her arm. The move is
practiced and professional, like a cook changing the tool on
a set of egg beaters. First, she inserts the existing tool
into a lock on her opposite arm which holds it while she
disengages the tool. Next, she selects the next tool from
the storage compartment at her waist and punches it into
position. Sixpack's voice comes over the radio.
SIXPACK'S VOICE
Hey, Willie, you trip on a
tit or something? We're all
waiting on you, honey.
WILLIE
(under control)
Keep your pants on Sixpack.
I promise you'll be inside before
"Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood" comes on.
OVER THE RADIO WE HEAR other men's voices laughing. They
like Willie and cheer her on. "Tell him, Willie," "Atta
girl," etc...
Willie CLICKS in her last tool and turns. Expertly she
hooks a large dumpster-like container, the container to what
looks like an underwater parachute--A CONTAINER
TRANSPORTER--which when filled with oxygen it lifts the
massive container onto the tracks where it can be hauled-in
by a winch.
WILLIE'S VOICE
Six to Shack...Hook's on. Ready
to winch.
UNDERWATER MACHINERY
Halogen lights illuminate bits and pieces of dredges and
dumpsters squatting in the gloom. A winch begins grinding
and the big, newly hooked container lurches down the tracks.
It comes to the end where a winch fits it into place with
several others to complete a set. We hear BECK'S VOICE.
BECK/ RADIO
Ok, that's it. Come on in.
More motor suited DIVERS appear, their helmet lights
glaring. Their breastplate names catch in the dim lights:
COBS, BOWMAN, WILLIE.
As they approach the UNDERWATER LOCK, where an elevator will
transport them up into the Shack, we see signs of human
life: a basketball goal attached to the side of the
building; stickers and signs: "No Bozos," etc. A formal sign
towers over the entrance. It says: TRANSOCEAN CORP. SHACK 6.
ON ONE OF THE CREW
He moves behind the others. Suddenly he freezes in his
tracks and slowly rotates his helmet--on his shoulder in the
glare of his helmet beam WE SEE the a hideous looking SEA
SPIDER. It's thick legs moving eerily down his arm.
Carefully, so as not to disturb the creature, a mechanical
motor hand moves into position below it, and in one quick
movement, snares it.
CLOSE ON METAL WAIST POCKET. The latch opens and the
writhing sea spider is shoved inside. From the pocket WE
MOVE UP the diver's suit until we see the name SIXPACK on
the breastplate. He looks around to see if anyone has
noticed then continues on toward the shack.
ON TWO DIVERS(JONES AND DEJESUS)
They walk together to the Shack. A Latino VOICE, DEJESUS,
comes over the radio singing an old Miller Beer jingle in an
exaggerated accent.
DEJESUS
When it's time to relax....
One thing stands clear...
INSIDE ON BECK
As he listens to the singing over the tinny speaker, we see
he aches to be a part of their comaraderie, but is alienated
by age and rank. He is the shack boss, management. He
listens as a BOOMING BLACK VOICE joins in off-key.
JONES' VOICE(O.C.)
Mil-ler's tastes too good to
hurry through...
As the singing continues, Beck looks over at an empty chair
in front of a bank of equipment monitors. The vital signs
of each miner and his equipment are registered on this
console. The chair in front of them sits conspicuously
empty. This doesn't please Beck, neither does a hand
written sign under the console which states: THE DOCTOR IS
OUT.
DEJESUS' POV
Inside his helmet we see the grid of LED gauges monitoring
vital signs.
DEJESUS
...beer after beer...
Suddenly a red warning light begins blinking in the bottom
corner inside DeJesus' helmet. The words to the song freeze
in his mouth. His voice becomes edged with panic.
DEJESUS(cont'd)
Oh, shit...
JONES/ RADIO
(to DeJesus)
Hey, Hazy, I'm not that bad, man.
DEJESUS
(rising terror)
Jonesy! I'm losing compression...
I'm going to blow my suit, man!
Beck! Doc! Help me!...
INSIDE
Beck grabs his microphone. He tries to remain calm but
there is a definite tremble in his voice.
BECK
Give me a readout, DeJesus.
DEJESUS(ON RADIO)
(gripped with panic)
Ahhhh!
OUTSIDE
The other divers move quickly to DeJesus.
BECK (ON RADIO)
DeJesus! A readout!
JONES
He don't need a readout,
man, he needs help!
BECK(RADIO)
(anything but calm)
Stay calm!
BOWMAN
Calm!? Where's Doc?
INSIDE
Beck stands in front of the equipment monitors, lost.
BECK
(trying to
keep control)
The internal monitors read
normal.
ON THE MINERS, PANICKED
COBB
Where's Doc?!
BECK(RADIO)
He's not at his station.
DEJESUS
(panicked)
Oh, mother of Jesus, forgive
me of my--
BECK'S VOICE
(making a decision)
Get him into the Shack.
DeJesus' gauges begins a countdown to implosion. "15, 14,
13..." DeJesus is grabbed by his co-workers and hurried the
last few yards to the SHACK.
INSIDE/SHACK - SAME
ON BECK sweating bullets, turns a dial on the instruments
and suddenly, DeJesus' gauges jump to life. We see the same
countdown in progress on the Shack's gauges!..10, 9, 8...
OUTSIDE
ON DEJESUS He is forced into the LOCK, the underwater
elevator room is eerily lit. His readout continues inside
his helmet...5, 4, 3...DeJesus screams.
ON BECK
DeJesus' scream comes over his radio in the control room.
Beck hits the elevator switch--nothing happens. He hits it
again harder and suddenly DeJesus voice is drowned out by
the SCREAMING VACUUM PUMPS of the elevator. It's moving!
Beck looks up at the monitor of the interior Lift Lock.
INSIDE/LIFT LOCK
WE SEE DeJESUS'S SUIT dripping wet. It stands inside the
Lift Lock, ankle deep in greasy bilge water.
CLOSE ON HIS EYES, for a moment they remain closed, then
suddenly they flutter. He's alive!
THE MESS - LATER
The blackboard prominently displayed on the wall of the Mess
features neatly stenciled letters that say: "DAYS TILL
PICKUP". The number scrawled on the chalk-smudged board
obviously changes daily. Right now, it's a "3"...
A CLUNK, CLUNK and a Coke can rolls out of a compact COKE
MACHINE. A big, sandy-haired man, SIXPACK, takes the soft
drink, pops the top and downs it in one long pull while he
looks over an arguing group of deep sea miners: JONES,
Black, athletic, 30's; COBB, 50's, a career miner with a
mouthful of gum; BOWMAN, 35, attractive, hardened woman, she
has seen more of the world than any of them; WILLIE,
twenties, fresh good looks, master electrician, optimist.
DEJESUS, Latino, wiry muscles, he keeps his head down, still
shaken from his experience.
The strain of a month of working two miles beneath the
ocean's surface has drawn nerves tight.
BOWMAN
I'm telling you, it's the suits!
JONES
Fuck the suits, it's the people
monitoring them. It Doc had been
there like he's supposed to it never
would've happened!
SIXPACK
And just what the fuck would he
have done to stop it, huh?
Sixpack looks over the group, then suddenly crushes the
empty Coke can in his hand, punctuating the action with a
huge belch.
SIXPACK(cont'd)
That would have been you, DeJesus...
DeJesus keeps his head down.
SIXPACK(cont'd)
Yeah...I was standing next to a guy
who blew a suit once in the
Indian Ocean...little tiny hole
in the fucking toe of his suit
...ocean came in and the
pressure crammed his whole
fucking body up into his helmet.
They just buried his helmet.
DEJESUS
(coldly)
I know all about implosion, man.
SIXPACK
Yeah, I bet you do.
(laughs)
I bet you were imploding in
your pants.
(laughs then imitates
a hysterical DeJesus)
Jonesy! Doc!...Help me! Help me!
DeJesus springs for Sixpack's throat AS WE CUT TO
BECK - SAME
Beck's eyes are blazing with cold authority as he speaks.
BECK
Knock it off, Sixpack! I know
it's been a long month for every-
one, but we can't let something
like this tear us apart...
Beck glares, ready for an argument, but as WE PULL BACK we
see he's talking to the mirror, in his tiny quarters.
Apparently he fails to convince himself because his hard
look fades and he mutters unhappily as he turns away.
BECK
Shit...
He turns around to face a smiling picture of himself at
college graduation with his Eastern establishment looking
father. Leadership "how-to" books like The One Minute
Manager, etc. line his bookshelf with technical manuals on
underwater mining.
He opens his door to leave when SUDDENLY A LOUD METALLIC
GROANING NOISE stops him cold. The entire Shack seems
shifting, like a giant waking from a nap.
MESS
The NOISE stops the fight between DeJesus and Sixpack cold.
All eyes go to the ceiling and walls.
JONES
Fuck the suits man...this
place is going to kill us first.
Just as suddenly as it began the GROANING NOISE STOPS and in
its place WE HEAR an intermittent RATTLE in the air system.
Only Cobb seems undisturbed by this sound.
DEJESUS
(listening)
There it is again...
(sitting down again)
Two more days. I tell myself
'you can make it two more days--'
BOWMAN
What's the weather like up top?
WILLIE
Clear for pickup.
JONES
Let's hope it holds.
Cobb looks up disgustingly.
COBB
Then what? Huh?
(to everyone)
Then what? You folks think
going up top's the answer to
all your problems. Well, it ain't.
BOWMAN
Give us a break, Cobb...
COBB
A break? You folks don't need a break,
you need psychiatrists. 'Know what
you'd be doing if you were up there,
right now?
SIXPACK
(a boorish leer)
Eating pussy and drinking brew...
COBB
Eating pussy my ass. What about
lines at the bank: What about
getting stuck in traffic?
SIXPACK
(grinning)
Wherever I can find it.
Everyone laughs but Cobb, WE SEE he's serious.
COBB
Bullshit! I'll tell you
what you'd be doing! You'd
be watching news on TV
that's so fucking bad it
makes you nauseous. So you
go out and get in your car
to get some fresh air and
after you've been driving for
five minutes you realize the
air's so damn dirty you don't dare
breath it! That's what you've
got to look forward to...
LOWER RING CORRIDOR
Beck approaches the Mess and as he nears it we hear Cobb
ranting inside.
COBB'S VOICE(O.S.)
...And if you're lucky
enough to make it back home
to your house that looks the
fucking same as everyone else's,
you'll find your wife's just as
fat as she was when you left and
the only reason your kids ain't
strung out on the drugs they were
using when you left is that
they've found some new drugs
which fuck 'em up even more!...
You people just don't appreciate
how good you've got down here...
BECK hesitates at the door to the Mess, as though screwing
up his courage, then takes a deep breath and enters as we
CUT TO
INSIDE THE MESS
Everyone looks up as Beck enters and the room goes quiet.
Beck notices Doc's empty chair.
BECK
Doc eat already?
JONES
The good doctor hasn't showed yet.
Looks are exchanged. Sixpack smirks knowingly.
BECK
(to DeJesus)
How do you feel, DeJesus?
DEJESUS
(obviously embarrassed
to be singled out)
Okay.
BECK
Better let the Doc take a
look at you, after dinner.
SIXPACK
Yeah, since he was busy earlier
when you needed him.
He cracks up and Beck turns on him.
BECK
Cut it, Sixpack.
Sixpack shuts up, but Beck notices the others feel the
seriousness of Doc's absence during the emergency.
BECK(cont'd)
Leave the Doc to me. I'm
going to talk to him.
SIXPACK
(sarcastically, under his
breath to Bowman)
'Makes me feel better already...
Beck gets his tray but it is clear he is thinking about
something else. He clears his throat.
BECK
I've been looking at the duty
roster...at the shack hours
outstanding...
JONES
Uh, oh...I see where this
is going...
BECK
(ignoring Jones)
...all of you owe time and I
thought tonight would be a good
time to---
COBB
(erupting)
No way, Mister Beck! No
fucking way! We just did a
full shift, you can't call
Shack duty on top of a full
shift. It's a contract violation!
JONES
Whooo! Right on, Cobb! Let's
hear it for our shop Steward!
SIXPACK
Hear that Becky, er, Mr. Beck?
Company got to abide by the rules.
FIVE FACES STARE AT BECK. THEY'RE LOOKING FOR WEAKNESS.
THIS IS A CHALLENGE TO HIS AUTHORITY.
BECK
I know all about the contract.
The point is you can follow the
goddamn contract to the letter and pull
your shack duty tomorrow...or you
can get it done tonight and call
tomorrow a down day. It's up to you.
This leaves the group momentarily speechless. Even DeJesus
comes out of his stupor.
DEJESUS
You giving us a day off?
Beck nods. Cobb eyes him suspiciously.
COBB
What about our quota?
BECK
You're only twenty-five
tons off quota. Barring an
unforeseen problem you should
reach it easily on the last day.
(he looks at the group)
It's just a day off. You don't
have to take it, I just thought it
might help.
The others look around for agreement but Jones doesn't need
anyone else's approval, he's already made up his mind.
JONES
Count me in.
Bowman nods her head also and the others unanimously agree.
Buoyed, Beck moves ahead, businesslike...
BECK
Cobb, Jones, I want you to do
something about that damn rattle
in the air system...
(to Bowman and Sixpack)
Bowman and Sixpack...living quarters...
SIXPACK
(disgustedly)
Shit...
BECK
Williams...get DeJesus' suit on
the "sick rack" and do a diagnostics.
(to group)
Any other suit problems she should
know about?
Sixpack suddenly looks up as the group disperses.
SIXPACK
(to Willie)
My pocket. Check my pocket,
will ya, honey?
WILLIE
(annoyed)
Your pocket?
SIXPACK
The latch is screwed up. Or
the hinge.
WILLIE
(disgusted)
Right.
LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME
ON BECK He starts out of the Mess and by chance finds
himself walking with Willie. Beck is obviously
uncomfortable with the crew, even after 28 days together.
She smiles, friendly, at ease.
WILLIE
You did good...
BECK
(a little surprised)
What?
WILLIE
Today...with DeJesus. That
was smart thinking to get him
inside...
BECK
There probably wasn't anything
wrong with his suit...
WILLIE
Still...you did the right thing.
She turns off toward the Swamp, leaving Beck with the tiny,
but honest compliment. He savors it.
THE SWAMP - LATER
The "Swamp" (where DeJesus came up), is ankle deep in greasy
bilgewater. The door slides open, Willie enters, and
switches on a bank of fluorescent lights. The room is
spooky even with the lights. The giant machine suits, we
saw earlier outside, hang from racks like sleeping monsters.
Willie straps on a utility belt and checks her tools--a
motorized screwdriver, a power wrench, a long-necked,
laser-tipped soldering iron(looks like a long-necked
screwdriver)--then splashes through the bilge water to the
control switch and hits the START button.
NNNNNNNNNN. A motor moves one of the suits along the track
toward Willie. As it turns the corner toward us we see it
says: DEJESUS.
DOC'S OFFICE - SAME
Beck opens the door to Doc's quarters and we see Doc putting
on a fresh shirt. A man in his 50's, he must have once been
quite handsome and intelligent, but has now gone to seed.
DOC
I must have dozed off.
Beck looks on the cabinet and sees a bottle of Old Granddad
Whiskey. He picks it up.
DOC(cont'd)
Snakebite medicine...Never
pack my bag without it.
Beck doesn't smile. He puts the bottle back down and Doc
watches him in the mirror.
BECK
Are you planning on working tomorrow?
DOC
Well, I'll be on the golf course
in the morning. Then, if I don't
have any babies to deliver--
BECK
(cutting him off)
We almost had an accident today.
DeJesus' suit...
The Doc stops buttoning his shirt and locks eyes with Beck.
DOC
You got something to say to me, son?...
Beck definitely has something to say, but confronted, he
falters.
BECK
I...I think it's important to
have the second officer on deck.
Doc smiles, and goes back to buttoning his shirt.
DOC
I'll keep it to nine holes
in the morning.
THE DORMITORY - SAME
Small but functional. The bunks can be closed-off with a
privacy door. Photographs and bumper stickers on the walls
of the bunks provide the only personal touches in an
otherwise sterile environment.
Willie's bunk is wallpapered in detailed interplanetary
maps; Sixpack's privacy door has a bumper sticker which
proclaims: "I MAY BE FAT, BUT YOU'RE UGLY AND I CAN DIET."
DeJesus' has posters of the Alps, and the Rockies; Bowman's
has clipped pages from "Gourmet" of meals she dreams for;
Cobb's has nothing, as if perfectly content to be where he
is instead of somewhere else. Inside Jones' bunk is an
indoor basketball goal.
Bowman and Sixpack scrub down the walls of the dorm with a
sponge and pail. Sixpack pauses and smirks, his eyes on
Bowman's chest.
SIXPACK
Christ...what a pair...
BOWMAN
(sharply)
What was that? What'd you say?
SIXPACK
I said, "What a pair" the
boy wonder Shack Boss and his
drunken doctor buddy make...
(innocently)
Why? What did ya think I said?
CORRIDOR "A" - SAME
Jones and Cobb are kneeling in a corridor, unfastening a big
plate on the floor with a power wrench. Overhead a huge
plexiglass conduit flows with water from the desalinization
system. The interior wall of the corridor is meshed wire
exposing the throbbing machine floor of the Shack.
Cobb removes the last bolt and Jones lifts off the
floorplate exposing the guts of the shack--the BILGE--dark
and wet. Without the plate the RATTLE in the air system is
much louder and sinister.
JONES
Listen to it for Christsake.
COBB
Ah, it's just old, like me.
You don't see the Doc opening
me up every time I get a new creak
in my joints...I say, as long as
it's recycling the air let
the next shift deal with it.
But, 'long as we're here...
He pulls a retractable ladder from inside the hole and drops
it down into the wet darkness, without hesitating he climbs
down, stopping at the bottom to look up at Jones. Jones
seems in no hurry to accompany him.
COBB(cont'd)
You gonna sit there on your
butt or give me a hand?
Jones reluctantly starts down after him.
BECK'S QUARTERS - SAME
Beck in his quarters. He seems to be talking to himself but
as we move around him we see he is talking to a video
monitor. On screen we see MARTIN, 30's, a slick
bureaucratic executive with TransOcean Corp. whose face is
all we see on the video monitor.
BECK
Two hundred and fifty-two
tons of Magnesium and 15 tons
of Sodium.
MARTIN
(taking notes)
Sounds like a good week, Beck.
In fact...I put your folder
in front of the Vice President
of District Operations last night...
Beck stops. Martin notices his concern.
MARTIN(cont'd)
You're good executive timber,
Beck. A lot of management trainees
wash out when they have to go under
for their first tour. But you've done well.
BECK
(smiles, relieved)
Thank you, Martin.
MARTIN
Don't thank me, yet, but it is
important to know where you're
going and who your friends are...
'Know what I mean?
He stares hard at Beck, but doesn't wait for an answer.
MARTIN(cont'd)
The one thing I've learned in
this company is you can't have
enough friends. It's the only
way to survive.
CLOSE ON A BOOM BOX/ LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME
The boom box sitting on a wall pipe is blaring John Denver's
Rocky Mountain High.
DeJesus is singing along loudly in his thick accent as he
works on the intercom system. He finishes, closing a metal
box which says: ONBOARD COMMUNICATIONS.
SWAMP - SAME
ON WILLIE She has connected DeJesus' suit to the diagnostic
computer and is going through the computerized
checkpoints--an electronic list of literally hundreds of
possible problems.
WILLIE
(to herself)
Probably a short.
Suddenly, the computer pauses on one: It says: Electrical
Short.
WILLIE(cont'd)
Good guess, Williams.
She types in a "help" command and the computer screen
displays an electrical circuit pattern that would leave most
Electrical Engineers baffled. Willie hardly bats an eye.
WILLIE(cont'd)
Piece of cake.
She immediately opens the circuit panel on DeJesus' suit and
pulls the laser soldering iron out of her tool belt. With
two quick spot welds she repairs the short, then replaces
the panel. Finished, Willie presses the control switch and
the suits begin to move along the track. A new suit rounds
the corner toward us. It says SIXPACK.
THE BILGE - SAME
The walls are dark and moist. Water drips from the pipes.
The rattle in the air system continues loudly as Jones leans
over and hands Cobb another tool. Crouched in the humming
machinery, Cobb spits his wad of chewing gum into a greasy
hand, kneads it a couple of times, then grins at Jones.
COBB
Okay, watch this..
THE SWAMP - SAME
The monotonous clatter of the air system is the only sound
in the gloomy SWAMP as the huge suit labeled SIXPACK stops
directly in front of Willie. She reaches up to open the
pocket latch when she stops...listening. THE NOISE IN THE
AIR SYSTEM HAS STOPPED.
THE BILGE - SAME
Jones looks incredulously at Cobb. He can't believe that's
all it took. Cobb starts gathering up the tools.
JONES
So that's all you do?...
COBB
Shhhh...don't tell no one.
(winks)
Job security.
THE SWAMP - SAME
In the gloomy silence, Willie reaches for the hinged pocket
in the waist of Sixpack's suit. Some water drips out. She
pushes the spring a second time. The pocket opens.
Nothing.
WILLIE
(miffed)
Nothing wrong with this...
SUDDENLY THE HIDEOUS SEA SPIDER SPRINGS OUT onto the
workbench where it wriggles grotesquely toward Willie. She
backs away and it drops into the water at her feet.
THE DORMITORY
Bowman looks at DeJesus who comes to the door, then to
Sixpack who convulses with laughter against the bulkhead.
WILLIE'S VOICE(O.C.)
(over intercom)
Fuck you, Sixpack! You think
you're funny? You're not funny!
ON BECK
He hesitates then presses the TALK button on the intercom.
BECK
This is Beck. Is there a
problem, Williams?
SWAMP
Willie watches the Sea Spider move in the water toward her
as Beck's words come over the P.A. Ignoring Beck she
watches the spider right as it moves to her feet then brings
the soldering iron down into the water with a LOUD HISS
skewering it. She presses the intercom button and lifts the
skewered sea spider out of the water.
WILLIE
(to Beck)
A little problem, sir...but I've
got a handle on it now.
TIME CUT TO:
THE MESS - LATER
BOWMAN sits at a portable computer terminal and watches
stock prices scroll across the screen. Every so often she
freezes a stock and types the command: INFO. The screen
immediately changes to a financial report of the company in
question as if prepared by a broker. In a matter of seconds
Bowman can learn all the major aspects of the company.
Across the room from her, Willie exercises with dumbbells
while she studies an astronaut training manual. She looks up
at Bowman.
WILLIE
Made your million, yet?
BOWMAN
(studying the screen)
Not yet.
WILLIE
How's TransOcean doing?
This causes Bowman to turn and look at Willie.
BOWMAN
You got money in this tub?
WILLIE
I signed-up for the stock option.
Bowman shakes her head and goes back to the computer and
types in TransOcean Corp.
DORMITORY
ON COBB He lies on his bunk under a sunlamp, but wears a
T-shirt and long pants. DeJesus does a jigsaw puzzle of a
snow covered Swiss mountain scene.
DEJESUS
Hey, man, you know that in
Switzerland--and this country's
the size of East L.A., okay?--they
speak 54 different dialects?
Fifty-four!
COBB
Who cares?
DEJESUS
I do, man. That's a beautiful
place. When I get out of here
I'm going there. Find a nice
little snow covered chalet, warm
little woman, crackling fire--
He looks up and sees Cobb's sunbathing attire and laughs.
DEJESUS
Hey, Cobb...Man, why don't you
take off your shirt and pants,
man? You should do that wearing
what you're going to wear at the
beach.
COBB
(sharply)
This is what I wear at the
beach, goddamnit.
MESS - SAME
COMPUTER SCREEN The report appears on screen with a
capsulized history of the TransOcean company, its philosophy
and growth plans and most current financial report. A final
column called "insider tips" says:
BOWMAN
(reading)
"Major development in
South Indian Ocean set for
fall of 2010..."
(to Willie)
That sounds interesting, but they're
too tied to their holdings. Remember
a year ago when they lost that tanker?...
The bottom fell out of their stock and
I lost a bloody fortune. That's
when I decided to diversify.
Willie looks at Bowman a moment, then keeps exercising.
WILLIE
You take your money, too
seriously, Bo.
BOWMAN
(sharply)
You're damn right I do. Five
years down here and I'll pull
in more than 15 topside. I'm not
down here for the fun, I'll tell
you that.
SIXPACK'S VOICE(O.S.)
"Fun?" Somebody talking fun?
They look up to see Sixpack at the door to the Mess wearing
only a robe. With a leer he stares at Willie exercising.
SIXPACK(cont'd)
(saccharine sweet)
Hey, Willie, honey...Sorry about that
little incident tonight...Everyone's
been so tight lately, I thought
a little humor'd loosen us all up,
you know?
Willie doesn't bite, she looks hard at Sixpack.
WILLIE
Get out of here, Sixpack.
Sixpack smirks. He waves a copy of Penthouse opened to the
Pet of the Month and sings cheerfully.
SIXPACK
(leaving)
I got a date with an angel...
CLANK, BANK, CLUNK. A coke can tumbles noisily from the
Coke machine. Jones retrieves two cans of Coke and comes
out of the Galley with a snack. He stops in front of
Bowman and the computer.
JONES
Hey, Bo...when're you going to
be off that thing? I want to
find out tonight's NBA scores
and check the weather.
BOWMAN
(not taking her eyes off
the screen, answers him)
The weather's good, I already
checked, but I'll be off in a minute.
WILLIE
(to Jones)
Hey, Jonesy, who's the best power
forward in the NBA...Jameson?
JONES
Jameson? Who're you trying to
con?
They grin at each other--a standing joke and Jones leaves.
DORMITORY
Jones enters the Dorm with his snack and tosses a can of
Coke across the room to DeJesus.
JONES
Hey, Hazy! We got a day off
tomorrow, Kemosabi! Let's get
shit-faced!
DEJESUS catches the can and pops the top sending a shower of
carbonation all over Cobb under the sunlamp.
JONES(cont'd)
How about you, brother Cobb?
Little Wild Turkey?
Cobb wipes the Coke from his sunglasses and shakes his head.
DEJESUS
No, man, Cobb is a Chivas drinker,
from way back. Ain't that right
Cobbie?
Jones and DeJesus laugh and take long pulls on their Cokes.
Cobb turns and watches them. This is obviously a nightly
ritual.
COBB
You guys are crazy. What
the hell you play that stupid
game for?
DEJESUS
(acting drunk)
What game, Cobb?...I'm on
my way to Nirvana...
COBB
You're on your way somewhere
all right...the looney bin.
DEJESUS
(laughing)
I'm on the way to the looney
bin? Hey, man, I'm not the dude
sun bathing in his clothes.
INT. SIXPACK'S BUNK - SAME
CLOSE ON The Pet of the Month as she smirks coyly from the
centerfold, her body twisted into an awkward position
representing mad desire.
Sixpack closes his privacy door then smirks back at the
photo.
SIXPACK
Oh, Darlin'...come sit on
my face...
He stirs in the bed and adjusts his pillow and SCREAMS! The
SEA SPIDER is suddenly right there on his shoulder, dead.
Sixpack sits bolt upright in his bunk and slams his head
against the roof of the bunk, then stumbles out screaming.
He hits the floor and rams his foot into a table and screams
in more pain.
The whole dorm looks up amazed, Cobb takes off his
sunglasses, even Jones and DeJesus temporarily "sober up" to
stare.
SIXPACK
That bitch!
MESS
Sixpack storms into the Mess with the dead Sea Spider. He
points angrily at his bleeding foot. Jones and DeJesus move
up to watch.
SIXPACK
(moving into room)
Bitch! Look what you did!
WILLIE
(imitating Sixpack)
Sorry, darling...Just thought a
little humor would loosen us all
up...you know?...
Everyone laughs, but Sixpack. He has revenge in his eyes.
He holds out the ugly, limp creature and advances toward
Willie.
SIXPACK
You think you're so funny?
Wait till you taste this!
As he pushes the dead creature into her face BECK'S VOICE
behind him makes him freeze.
BECK'S VOICE(O.S.)
That's enough!
Everybody turns to see Beck standing in the doorway.
SIXPACK
Look at my foot, sir! This
bitch put a goddamn sea
monster in my bunk!
BECK
(cold as ice)
How do you know it was Williams?
SIXPACK
(trapped)
Huh? I...uh...uh...
BECK
All right, Sixpack, you and
Williams are gonna pull water
duty tomorrow--
SIXPACK AND WILLIE
(protesting)
Bullshit! What?! She...He...
BECK
(cutting them off)
At ease! You both have a half
day...Anymore shit and its a full
one.
CLOSE ON BLACKBOARD/ MESS - MORNING
SCREECH! Chalk on the blackboard as Bowman writes "2" in
place of yesterday's "3" over the neatly lettered words
"Days Till Pickup."
Jones, sitting next to Cobb, looks up from his tray of
cereal and holds his head in mock misery.
JONES
Oooooh. Damn! Not so loud.
Turn down the music.
COBB
What music? There ain't no
music.
DeJesus enters holding his head and sits on the other side
of Cobb.
DEJESUS
Oooooh.
Cobb looks from one man to the other, realizing what they're
doing.
COBB
You know it's really crazy to
pretend to be drunk, but it's
fucking insane to pretend
to have a hangover.
BOWMAN
(to Jones and DeJesus)
Your "hangovers" made you miss
the Sixpack Good Morning Show.
(imitating Sixpack)
"No goddamn boy is going to make
me go out on a down day."
JONES
(grinning)
Yeah? How'd the kid hold up?
COBB
(pleased)
Pretty good. He sent them
out videotaping outcrop.
UNDERWATER - SAME
CLOSE ON A whirling cylinder tool we see is attached to the
end of Willie's mechanical suit arm. Like a drill its
diamond bits cut into the rock outcrop to take a core
sample. It's a sinister hand-attachment, something Captain
Hook would have loved.
Above her the ROV maneuvers into position for a better view.
INSIDE THE SHACK CONTROL - SAME
Beck is in the control station, staring at the video
monitors--the image from the ROV. Willie removes a slender
instrument, like a bicycle pump and with a quick pump
motion, CHUNK, CHUNK...activates an explosive charge. She
puts it into the hole she made with the drill and backs off.
BECK
Charge set?
WILLIE'S VOICE(RADIO)
Charge set. Backing off.
(to the ROV)
C'mon Rover let's get out
of here.
Like a good dog, the ROV follows her to a safe position.
ON MONITOR THE CAMERA HOLDS ON THE SPOT. SUDDENLY THE
GROUND SHAKES VIOLENTLY ON THE MONITOR SCREEN--A MINI
EARTHQUAKE CHARGE.
WILLIE RETURNS TO THE SITE OF THE CHARGE AND REINSERTS HER
DRILL, EASILY REMOVING A TEST SAMPLE.
Willie holds out the sample to the ROV so Beck can see
inside.
INT. CONTROL ROOM/ CLOSE ON BECK'S ROV MONITOR
He stares at the image on the screen.
BECK
I need more light on that, Four.
OUTSIDE
WILLIE
(to Beck)
Roger...
(to Sixpack)
More light, Sixpack...
There is no answer. Willie turns around. Her helmet lamp
eerily illuminating the darkness around her. Sixpack is
nowhere to be seen.
WILLIE(cont'd)
Sixpack?
She turns in the other direction and suddenly blinding
lights are turned on.
SIXPACK
Boo!
Sixpack laughs. His lights now on, he stands right behind
her.
WILLIE
You shit....
BECK'S VOICE
What's going on, Four? What's
happening?
WILLIE
We're fine, Shack. His lights
malfunctioned for a minute. How's
this?
She again holds out her hand to the ROV.
INSIDE SHACK
Beck looks at the monitor and presses a red button to start
the tape, then after five seconds releases the button.
BECK
That's great. Now let's move
35 degrees southwest.
WILLIE AND SIXPACK MOVING
WILLIE
(to Sixpack)
You screw around like that again and--
SIXPACK
What's wrong, did you miss me?
WILLIE
Hardly.
SIXPACK
Don't worry, darlin, I'm...
Suddenly Sixpack's foot hits some loose rock and slides.
Willie turns in his direction and sees his headlight
turning, becoming smaller, then disappearing as his radio
goes dead.
INSIDE ON BECK
BECK
What's wrong?! What happened?
UNDERWATER
ON WILLIE She has stopped in her tracks. All around her is
blackness. Her helmet light hardly penetrates the darkness.
WILLIE
Sixpack?! Sixpack...
Then she looks down--a cliff right in front of her feet.
The drop is thirty feet into a waving sea of tubers.
BECK'S VOICE brings Willie back.
BECK'S VOICE(RADIO)
Willie? What's going on?
WILLIE
He's gone. I think he's
fallen. I'm going down after him.
MESS
Jones is bench pressing 200 pounds on a fold-down compact
gym, while DeJesus huffs and puffs on an exercise bike.
DEJESUS
That's it Jonesy...Sweat it
out, man...Got to get the poison
out of our blood.
Jones grits his teeth and struggles against the weight,
suddenly Bowman throws open the door and sticks her head in.
BOWMAN
Sixpack is lost.
CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER
Bowman, Jones and DeJesus are heading for the control room
where they are joined by Cobb.
COBB
Weren't they tied? They're
supposed to be tied.
They all enter the
CONTROL ROOM
Beck is at the console with Doc in his chair.
JONES
How far away is she?
DOC
Two hundred meters.
WILLIE'S VOICE silences them.
WILLIE'S VOICE(RADIO)
Four to Shack...nearing the
bottom. Look at this...
They all stare at the monitor. The screen is filled with
huge waving tubers.
DOC
My God, look at the size of
those tubers....
DEJESUS
Nine, ten feet high...
BOWMAN
If he had his blinkers on--
JONES
It wouldn't make any difference in
there...He could be two feet away and
on fire and she'd still not see him!
UNDERWATER
ON WILLIE She moves through the dense waving forest of
giant tubers, parting them with her hands as she moves
slowly.
WILLIE
Sixpack?
CONTROL ROOM
BECK
Why can't we pick up his signal?
DEJESUS
(a joke)
Maybe he got eaten?
BOWMAN
(dryly)
What would be dumb enough to
eat Sixpack?
ON WILLIE
She moves aside the last of the tubers and freezes at the
sight in front of her.
WILLIE'S VOICE(RADIO)
Four to Shack...you picking
this up?
INSIDE
All eyes suddenly go to the monitor. A huge dark maw fills
the screen.
BECK
Affirmative...Widening picture.
The image on the screen widens and we see the opening is a
huge gash in the side of a sunken ship.
BECK(cont'd)
(to DOC)
Tighten the picture on the
upper righthand corner.
CLOSE ON THE MONITOR: The picture zooms in on the corner
and Willie's added light suddenly brings the letter "M" into
focus.
Beck presses the red record button and pans the ROV slowly
across the bulkhead of the ship. The next letter is an "A".
Then suddenly a Cyrillic letter appears, then others.
COBB
What the?...
DOC
Russian.
WILLIE'S VOICE(RADIO)
I'm going inside.
BECK
What's your air reading?
WILLIE'S VOICE
Twenty minutes...
BECK
Twenty minutes!...Who had
tank duty?
BOWMAN
Who else...Sixpack.
JONES
The man is unbelievable...
I say, leave him in there.
BOWMAN
(dryly)
What about his suit? That's
a million five the company's
got to replace. They'll make
somebody go get it.
BECK
(to Willie)
Willie, we're giving you five
minutes...after that we're coming in.
WILLIE'S POV
Her life-support gauges move eerily around the perimeter of
her mask. She moves along steadily down darkened corridors.
She opens a door and it drops from its corroded hinges--a
cloud of sludge rises off the bottom. The room looks empty.
WILLIE
Sixpack?...Answer me.
She throws open another door. It also looks empty, then
WHAM! a grotesque ECHONODERM slams into her helmet. Willie
bats it aside and as soon as she recovers shines her light
into the room.
WHAT SHE SEES: The ship's infirmary. Broken glass,
stainless steel...the light does strange things, reflecting,
sparkling...
WILLIE(ON RADIO)
The infirmary...
BECK'S VOICE(RADIO)
Three minutes...
Her helmet-mounted camera pans the room one more time, then
as she turns to leave it captures a strange gleam of white
in the corner--A LARGE HUMAN-LIKE SKELETON. Willie doesn't
see it.
INT. THE CONTROL ROOM
CLOSE ON DOC He stares at the monitor screen. Did he see
something or were his eyes playing tricks? He looks across
the console and sees the videotape is recording.
UNDERWATER
ON WILLIE She moves to the end of the hall. It ends with
two doors.
BECK'S VOICE(RADIO)
One minute.
Willie hesitates at the junction and PUSHES OPEN the door on
her left, SOMETHING HUGE BEHIND IT MOVES--IT'S SIXPACK. His
mechanical arms suddenly rise and in their grasp we see the
ship's huge safe.
SIXPACK
(laughing)
I'm rich, honey. Rich!
THE SWAMP - LATER
The door to the Russian ship's safe stands open. BANG!
BANG! Jones and DeJesus hammer safety deposit boxes with a
chisel. While the others watch, Sixpack pleads his case
with Beck.
SIXPACK
It's all mine if I'm on report.
Otherwise you gotta take me off
report before you look at any more...
Ain't that right, Cobbie?
COBB
You're on your own, Sixpack, you
fucked up everybody's day off...
DeJesus pries off the top from the first safety deposit box
and dumps the contents on the workbench...several wallets,
wristwatches, a pocket watch, a wedding ring...Bowman who
stands with a clipboard begins taking inventory.
BOWMAN
Personal effects...
WILLIE
(considering
a watch)
Timex...
She picks up something else, a pack of soggy chewing gum and
tosses it to Cobb.
WILLIE(cont'd)
Here's something for you, Cobbie.
JONES
(checking a wallet)
Russian money...Don't look like much.
Jones opens the next box and dumps it out onto the
table...Life Savers candy, a postcard of a fat Russian woman
in a bathing suit. Bowman looks at it.
BOWMAN
(grinning to
Sixpack)
Yeah, I'd say you can retire
with all this loot.
SIXPACK
Shut up.
Everyone chuckles. More papers and a small, book-shaped
object wrapped in plastic. Jones unwraps it. It's a video
tape. He looks at the label.
WILLIE
What is it?
JONES
(reading)
"Debbie Does Dallas"...
(looks up and
grins)
Hell, it's in Russian. I can't
read it...
DOC
May I see it?
Jones hands it to Doc who looks at it.
DOC (cont'd)
It's a log of some sort.
Jones pries the lid off another box and dumps it
out--Papers, more cheap watches.
ON SIXPACK He notices something silver, the size of a
paperback book, under a stack of papers. Discreetly he
covers the object with a piece of paper and slides it off
the table out of sight.
Jones opens the last box, and something rolls across the
table toward the edge and starts to drop when it is caught
by DeJesus. He holds it up and we see--a clear liquor
bottle.
WILLIE
Vodka.
COBB
What assholes, they lock booze
in the safe.
DEJESUS
Probably confiscated. No
booze on board, same as us.
Doc turns the bottle around in DeJesus' hand so he can read
the label.
DOC
(eyeing the bottle)
Stolichnaya.
Everyone looks at Doc.
COBB
You read Russian?
DOC
Russian, French, Italian, Spanish,
Greek, German, a little Hindu, some
Serbo Croat and a smattering of
Swahili...standard pre-med background...
Cobb stares at him a second then:
COBB
Bullshit.
DOC
(grins)
...and a Russian grandmother...
Beck ignores them and addresses Bowman.
BECK
I want all this stuff impounded
in the supply safe.
He lifts the bottle of Stolie out of DeJesus' hands.
BECK(cont'd)
...except this...it goes in my
safe.
A disappointed crew watches Beck leave with the bottle. Doc
stops him.
DOC
(to Beck,
holding up the videotape)
You mind if I take a look at
this?
BECK
(leaving)
Be my guest.
RING CORRIDOR - LATER
The gloomy corridor outside the Infirmary. It is empty,
silent. Suddenly the door to the Infirmary opens slightly
and Bowman peeks out. Seeing the corridor is empty she
slips out with a a manila folder.
DORMITORY - SAME
Bowman hands the envelope to DeJesus, who's grinning
delightedly.
DEJESUS
You got 'em!
Sixpack and Jones are there too. Sixpack scowls.
SIXPACK
What good's the kid's med
records anyway!
DEJESUS
Watch and learn, amigo...
CONTROL ROOM - LATER
CLOSE ON MONITOR SCREEN
We see a thin, bearded man in his late fifties, a RUSSIAN
SHIP'S CAPTAIN talking to the camera in Russian. The tape
is of poor quality and water spotted.
DOC'S VOICE(O.S.)
(translating)
Another party last night. More
Vodka. The infirmary is filled
as it is. I confiscate what
I can, but I know the Government
Observers have more...
Suddenly, the captain hears a noise off-screen and goes to
the camera and turns it off. The tape goes blank.
ON DOC
He stops the tape and presses another button on the console.
WILLIE'S VIDEO of the huge hole in the hull of the ship
appears on another screen.
DOC(cont'd)
See that gash? The way the
edges protrude inward is like
from a torpedo explosion. It
couldn't have come from within.
Like an accident.
He looks back at Beck who we see is sitting behind him, and
has also been watching the tape. Beck looks at Doc and
shrugs.
BECK
What do you want me to say?
That it all sounds mysterious?
DOC
These observers were doing something.
A test...I think they sank that ship
on purpose to cover up their mistakes.
BECK
What mistakes?
(he shakes his
head wearily)
Look, I think it's no big deal but
if you want to find out why this
ship sank have Maritime run a check.
He gets up and goes to the door. Doc watches him.
DOC
I did. They have no record of
the wreck.
(beat)
The Marshal Goloviev is now on
a tour in the Baltic Sea.
Beck stops. This is a mystery.
CLOSE ON COMBINATION LOCK/ BECK'S QUARTERS - SAME
Fingers fiddle with the combination. He pulls on the
handle. The safe doesn't budge.
DEJESUS
(whisper)
It's not the phone number...
We pull back to see that DeJesus is alone in Beck's darkened
quarters, he talks to the P.A. Suddenly we hear BOWMAN'S
VOICE over the intercom.
BOWMAN'S VOICE
(on intercom)
Okay, try the social security
number...
DeJesus puts his fingers back, on the safe dial.
DEJESUS
Okay, give it to me...
INTERCUT WITH BOWMAN IN DORM.
BOWMAN
(reading off of Beck's
forms)
Two...twelve...ninety-six.
SIXPACK
(scoffingly)
You guys are so full of shit...
Who's going to use their
birthday...
DEJESUS VOICE
(over intercom)
BINGO!
SIXPACK
(suddenly sitting up)
Like I said, that bottle's mine!
CONTROL ROOM - SAME
ON Beck at the door and Doc.
DOC
I want your permission to
check that vodka.
Beck looks at him. It is obvious that he doesn't trust Doc,
with the vodka, but he's diplomatic.
BECK
This is a mining shack, not
a lab, Doc. If there's something
strange with the vodka it's safe
till we get back.
UPPER RING CORRIDOR
ON COBB Standing watch for DeJesus. Suddenly the door to
the Control room opens and Beck walks out. Cobb grabs a
walkie-talkie.
COBB
Beck's coming.
BECK'S QUARTERS/ ON DEJESUS
He hears Cobb and freezes. He looks around--the cramped
quarters don't offer much in the way of hiding places.
INTERCUT WITH BOWMAN AND OTHERS IN DORMATORY
They react similarly to the sound of Cobb on the P.A.
ON COBB AND BECK/ CORRIDOR
Beck stops outside his door and sees Cobb.
BECK
Something wrong, Cobb?
COBB
(struggling)
Uh..Excuse me sir, it's the air
recirculating system, sir...
BECK
What's wrong with it?
COBB
(thinking fast)
...I'd really have to show it to
you.
BECK
(beat)
All right...
Cobb smiles, he can't believe his luck, then Beck holds up
the videotape.
BECK(cont'd)
...Just let me put this in
my safe...
Before Cobb can react Beck opens the door to his quarters
and steps inside.
BECK'S QUARTERS WE SEE no sign of DeJesus. Cobb follows
into the room, looking carefully around for sign of DeJesus.
In the mirror to Beck's bathroom, Cobb spots DeJesus
pressing against the wall. Cobb suddenly starts to sweat
bullets. Beck quickly unlocks the safe, opens it, and puts
the videotape right next to the bottle of Vodka.
We see Cobb's reaction. Beck turns.
BECK
Something wrong?
Cobb shakes his head weakly and starts to follow Beck out,
he sneaks a look back at DeJesus in the shadows who gives
him a thumbs up.
MESS - LATER
Five specimen cups filled with vodka. Bowman takes hers and
looks at it questioningly. Cobb watches the door for signs
of the officers.
BOWMAN
Cute, DeJesus...Specimen cups?
JONES
Aw, loosen up, Bowman...
(he looks over and
notices Willie)
Hey, Willie, I got one served
up for you.
Willie shakes her head.
WILLIE
No, thanks. I've got my
blood tests in three days.
DEJESUS
That's all you do is exercise.
You got to learn to live a little.
WILLIE
After my astronaut training physical,
then I'll tie one on.
SIXPACK
Forget space cadet, I'll drink hers.
COBB
Hey what happens it he goes
back and finds the bottle missing?
DEJESUS
He won't...
He holds up a plastic IV bag filled with clear liquid.
DEJESUS(cont'd)
I poured the vodka in here.
Cobb, Jones, DeJesus, Bowman, and Sixpack grin and clink
glasses, then knock back their vodka. Afterwards we get
their reactions.
JONES: Looks concerned.
BOWMAN: Shakes her head, something's wrong.
DEJESUS: Can't get the taste off his tongue.
COBB: Seems totally satisfied.
SIXPACK: who has held the liquid in his mouth savoring it,
suddenly spits the vodka out.
SIXPACK
Shit! It's water!
JONES
Beck switched it!
DEJESUS
Can you beat that? The sonof-
abitch doesn't trust us!
Willie grins at her co-workers and Beck's move and jogs out
into the corridor. Sixpack disgustedly tosses his shot
glass away and leaves.
SIXPACK
That little turd. If I
ever get the chance I'll
fix his ass.
The others put down their glasses disappointedly except
Bowman. She watches Sixpack.
DORMITORY
SIXPACK'S BUNK He closes his privacy door and hesitates as
if listening for the others, then he removes a silver flask
with Cyrillic lettering--the silver object he palmed in the
Swamp--and smiles as he takes a long pull. Suddenly WHAM!
The Privacy door to Sixpack's bunk is slammed open.
Startled he turns startled to see--BOWMAN.
BOWMAN
Didn't I ever tell you vodka
was my favorite drink?
She holds out her glass. Sixpack looks around the Dorm,
it's empty, then grins sheepishly and pours her a shot.
CORRIDOR "B"
ON WILLIE She is jogging through the corridors. Suddenly
there is a GREAT GROANING NOISE. Willie stops and looks
through the steel mesh wall into the machine floor. The
dark shapes of the machines move monstrously in the dim
light. The GROANING ends and she jogs on to the Swamp.
As she passes the door she notices the light and stops. Beck
stands with a clipboard by an equipment cabinet filled with
the parachute-like Container Transporters we saw outside.
He sees her.
BECK
That was a loud one wasn't it?
WILLIE
After a month of it you'd think
I'd be used to it.
She moves into the Swamp and goes to the Lift Lock, stopping
under one of the ladders she leaps up and grabs a metal rung
above her and begins doing her chin-ups as Beck watches her
lean body easily doing the exercises.
BECK
(watching her)
How's astronaut training?
WILLIE
Why? You going to give me hard
time like the others?
BECK
No. I'm just being friendly.
WILLIE
(beat)
Good...It's going good.
Beck tries to concentrate on his inventory, but continues to
watch Willie's sexy, athletic body.
BECK
Whatever made you want to
do a tour down here?
WILLIE
I need electrical field
experience on my resume.
Everything helps...
(she watches him)
Why are you here?
BECK
Everybody in corporate training
serves a tour on the line. Sup-
posed to hone leadership skills
or something.
WILLIE
Has it helped?
Beck shrugs.
WILLIE
I guess there's not a lot of
adventure in the Control Room.
Beck looks up and they lock eyes.
BECK
You think I should hang around
more with the crew?
WILLIE
Well, I always heard you don't
"learn" leadership, you earn it.
(beat)
How did you know they'd get
into the vodka?
Beck looks up from his clipboard and smiles.
BECK
I guess I figured if I was in
their shoes that's what I would've
done.
WILLIE
(smiles)
Maybe you're more one of us
than you think...sir.
INT. MESS/ BLACKBOARD - MORNING
SCREECH! The chalk shrieks across the blackboard, making a
"1" over the words "Days Till Pickup."
Jones looks up from his cereal at Bowman, the culprit with
the chalk.
JONES
Puuleeeeze...
INT. DORMITORY - SAME
DeJesus puts on his wet suit which goes under his large
mechanical suit and gets ready to join the others in the
mess. He notices Sixpack's privacy door is still closed and
bangs on it.
DEJESUS
Hey, Sixpack...Rise and shine
amigo...
There is no answer. Carefully he opens the door and is
surprised to find it empty.
INT. INFIRMARY - SAME
CLOSE ON Sixpack's eye. We pull back to see it is being
examined by Doc who frowns.
DOC
Let's see your tongue.
Sixpack obliges as Beck enters.
BECK
What's wrong?
DOC
Pretty good imitation of
a hangover and I ought to know.
SIXPACK
Well, it ain't! It feels a
thousand times worse.
DOC
Where?
SIXPACK
I...I dunno. I just feel...
wrong.
DOC
Take off your shirt.
Sixpack pulls off his shirt. Doc frowns in surprise.
WHAT HE SEES: SIXPACK'S TORSO There are strange black
areas, each of them an inch in diameter.
DOC (cont'd)
(concerned)
How long...how long have you
had these?
SIXPACK
(surprised, scared)
Shit, Doc...I didn't know I
had them.
Doc peers closely at the skin where it's discolored. It's a
different texture. Beck watches as Doc touches a spot and
Sixpack screams in agony. Doc and Beck lock eyes.
BECK'S QUARTERS - SAME
CLOSE ON MARTIN on Beck's video monitor. He is drinking a
cup of coffee.
MARTIN
...as long as you know it's
not in your contract.
BECK
I know that.
MARTIN
Well, suit yourself, then...its
your decision...
(he chuckles)
Ha ha...a little joke...suit
yourself...
Beck interrupts impatiently.
BECK
How's the weather for pickup
tomorrow?
MARTIN
(looking at a report,
then up at Beck)
Beautiful.
THE SWAMP - MORNING
The crew members climb into their suits.
COBB
Bad as he is there's no way
we can make our quota with-
out his sad self out there.
You just can't do it.
DEJESUS
(angrily)
He's tanking on us...
WILLIE
No...he's really sick. I heard him
last night. The company will take
that into consideration...
JONES
Honey, the company don't give
a flying fuck about "whys," they
just look at the numbers and
the contract says if we miss our
quota they only got to pay us
half-pay for the entire month.
DEJESUS
(convinced)
'Cocksucker's tanking on us...
Suddenly all eyes go to the door, Beck enters.
BECK
(to DeJesus)
No, he's really sick...He won't
be going out today.
The crew increases its bitching...
COBB
There goes our quota...
BOWMAN
Thirty days, right down the toilet...
Beck ignores them and goes to the control rack which sends
the suits around the room and pushes number 8--his suit.
DeJesus and Jones share a look. Bowman and Willie watch him
carefully. As Beck's suit stops in front of him the room is
quiet, they can't believe their eyes. Awkwardly, Beck
tries to get into his suit. Cobb breaks the silence.
COBB
Excuse me, sir...
BECK
Is this a contract violation,
Mr. Cobb?
COBB
No sir...I just wanted to know
if you needed a hand?
Beck sees he's sincere, then looks at the others and Willie.
She nods slightly. Beck turns back to Cobb.
BECK
(beat)
Thanks...
INT. THE INFIRMARY - SAME
Doc and Sixpack. Doc takes a blood sample, seals it and
opens a cabinet under the sink where a supply of blood is
stored in a refrigerated unit. The plastic bags of blood
are labeled with the various crew members' names.
Sixpack watches him from the examination table. He is
shivering violently and scared.
SIXPACK
(he's losing it)
Please, Doc...I'm cold...I hurt...
We see a change in Doc's demeanor. He is suddenly needed
and it has touched something in him and we see him rising to
the challenge.
DOC
I'm just going to take a tiny
piece of skin to look at under
the microscope...Afterwards I'll
give you a sedative.
Skillfully Doc takes a skin sample. Sixpack screams.
VIEW THROUGH THE MICROSCOPE
An enlarged view of the cells in alarmingly hyperactivity.
We see it literally spreading before our eyes.
ON DOC
He leans back from the microscope. There is awe on his face
for the first time since first year medical studies--and
there is fear of the unknown. He looks over his shoulder at
Sixpack, his shivering has stopped, he lies still on the
table.
UNDERWATER
Lights move in the blackness, but there is an order to the
actions and a crispness to the voices. People doing work
that is moving sharply. Pride in what they're doing.
DEJESUS
Okay, number 23's full.
BECK
Let's get it out of here and
bring in a new one.
JONES
Yes sir...
BOWMAN
Hook's on 24...
BECK
Let's have her...
The Container transporters fill with compressed air and lift
the container as the miners guide it to the track...
INT. INFIRMARY/ SHACK - SAME
Doc is at the console of his computer. As words appear on
the screen, obviously in response to his query...
"...would appear to indicate a virus of unknown origin..."
Doc shakes his head disgustedly.
DOC
(to himself)
No kidding? "A virus of
unknown origin." Come on and
tell me something I don't know...
like what's going on...
ON SCREEN
More words come up. "...no idea..."
DOC(cont'd)
(typing, angrily)
Then take a guess, goddamnit!
He finishes typing and waits for an answer. The cursor
flashes the word "PROCESSING". Then an answer comes up.
"Genetic Alteration?" The words send a chill down Doc's
spine.
SWAMP ROOM - LATER
The mood is happy. Like a high school football locker room
after a winning game. DeJesus climbs out of his suit and
slaps Beck on the shoulder.
DEJESUS
Good work out there, Mr. Becky.
Beck, obviously pleased, looks at the others. Jones sums up
the feelings of the entire group.
JONES
Thank you, sir.
Beck's grin suddenly disappears at the sight of a flashing
red light over the intercom.
INFIRMARY - LATER
Beck is standing in the doorway of the Infirmary, glaring at
Doc, who sits with his bottle of Old Granddad.
BECK
Dead? This morning you said
he had some skin disorder.
DOC
He did.
BECK
Well, how the hell does a
skin rash kill you in eight
hours?!
Doc looks at Beck wearily and hands him a mask.
DOC
Here. Put this on. You examine
him.
BECK
I'm not a doctor.
DOC
For this...you don't need to be.
Beck hesitates, then puts on the mask.
SICK ROOM
As Beck enters, masked, Sixpack's back is to him under the
sheets. Slowly he pulls back the sheet and recoils from the
sight. The black splotches have nearly all grown together.
His fingers have lengthened and become more webbed. Most
dramatically the sores on the sides of his neck have become
flared and elongated. Though not bleeding, the open veins
are visible.
INFIRMARY
Doc pours some bourbon in a glass, and takes a sip. Beck
enters dazed from the sick room and their eyes meet.
BECK
The mask is because you think
it might be...catching?
DOC
I don't know. I've been back
and forth with Narragansett Naval
all day, consulting with the best
people in maritime medicine, the
best people in viruses...
BECK
(impatiently)
And?
DOC
And they didn't believe the
symptoms I described...
BECK
(beat)
Why Sixpack?
DOC
It could be a million things,
something in the air, food....
(he looks up and
locks eyes with Beck)
But he went on that ship and so
did Williams...
(beat)
I want to examine the crew.
BECK
(still in shock)
Yeah...right...
He starts to the door and Doc watches him.
DOC
I've reported the death to
the company.
INT. THE MESS - SAME
The mess is quiet. All eyes are down. Sixpack's absence is
noticeable.
JONES
"Routine," my ass! Ain't nothin'
"routine" about no physical check-
up 10,000 feet down...especially
when we're getting picked up the
next day!
COBB
He didn't say it was a "routine
check-up," he said it was a "routine
precaution."
WILLIE
Must be bad. Even sick
Sixpack never missed a meal.
DEJESUS
It's this fucking air system....
COBB
Ain't the food or the
air system, he's just sick...
Everybody gets sick every
now and then. It's all
part of being human!
Bowman suddenly becomes pale.
BOWMAN
Well, I must be human because
I'm sure as hell sick.
She gets up from the table and dashes for the toilet.
INT. SHOWER ROOM - LATER
EXAMINATION SEQUENCE
CLOSE ON WHITE SKIN/(COBB)
Pale skin, fishbelly white with white hairs, seen closely...
COBB'S VOICE(O.S.)
I guess I'm kinda...outta shape...
(a pause, no answer)
This skin condition...what is it?
Like herpes, or measles, or what?
DOC'S VOICE(O.S.)
It's difficult to describe.
Doc is scrutinizing Cobb's flabby body closely. They're
alone in the shower room. Stainless steel, and mirrors. Doc
stops and checks a place on Cobb more closely.
COBB
(watching, nervous)
Christ, it'd be a hell of a thing
if I went back to the roof with
some kind of herpes thing. My
wife wouldn't understand that at all...
Doc peers closely, satisfies himself that it's nothing.
DOC
You seem all right.
COBS
(relieved)
She wouldn't understand. She'd
think I was down here fucking
my head off.
DARK SKIN/ PORES Black skin, seen very close, the pores
appearing like craters.
We're looking at Jones' naked body...rippling muscles.
JONES
(grumbling)
This whole thing's unnecessary, Doc.
Only "skin problem" I got is
white people...
(beat, suspiciously)
How come you're wearing those
gloves?
INT. SHOWER ROOM/ SMOOTH SKIN - LATER
Firm, lovely breasts, smooth skin...
WILLIE'S VOICE(O.S.)
This disease...do you know
what causes it?
Doc turns Willie around and examines her firm naked
buttocks.
DOC
Not yet. You got any ideas?
WILLIE
(suddenly)
You don't think it was from going
on that ship do you?
DOC
That's a possibility. But if
it was that simple why haven't
the symptoms begun on you?
Doc turns away to let her dress.
WILLIE
You mean I'm okay?
DOC
You're fine.
SHOWER ROOM/ TAN SKIN
DeJesus' body is being examined...tan skin, wiry muscles
seen very close. As we move along the skin, it seems every
moment as if the next instant will reveal a dread blemish...
DEJESUS' VOICE(O.S.)
What do you mean, "a skin problem"...
your skin changes?
DeJesus, naked, with his back to us. Doc examines him.
DOC
It blackens...becomes scaly.
DEJESUS
(joking)
You mean like a fish?
DeJesus chuckles, but something about the thought stops Doc.
DOC
(almost to himself)
Yes...like a fish...
DEJESUS
(smiles)
I was just joking, Doc.
CONTROL ROOM - SAME
Beck sits in his chair reading the TRANSOCEAN OFFICERS
INSTRUCTIONAL MANUAL.
INSERT: The chapter he's on says: BODY DISPOSAL AT SEA.
The face of Martin stares back at us.
MARTIN
Well, according to Maritime law,
you, as commander of the Shack
have the authority to dispose of
the body. However, the company
doesn't want you to do that.
BECK
What you don't understand is that
my crew is in jeopardy.
MARTIN
But you don't have any proof
at this point to assume that
this disease is contagious, do
you?
BECK
I'm not anxious to find out, either.
MARTIN
Beck, trust me. If the company
felt that you or your crew were
in any danger we would authorize
an immediate emergency pickup.
We could be there in a few hours.
BECK
Do it.
MARTIN
(beat)
Unfortunately. We can't.
He picks up a sheet of computer paper.
MARTIN(cont'd)
There is a typhoon about 600
miles off the coast of Baja.
It's not coming your way but the
Company doesn't want to lose
you folks or an emergency ship
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