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Leviathan (1989)

by David Webb Peoples and Jeb Stuart.
Revised Draft, September 8, 1987

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FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY


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
	should it veer your way.

		BECK
	What're you saying?  That we're
	not even going to be picked up
	tomorrow?

		MARTIN
	It shouldn't be a long delay.

		BECK
	But it's a delay!  How long?
	A day?  Two days?!

		MARTIN
	Twelve hours, no big deal.  We
	should know something first
	thing in the morning.  Don't
	worry.

WASHROOM - SAME

Willie enters the room with several sinks and a couple of
toilet stalls.  She approaches one of the sinks and pulls a
toothbrush from the pocket of her robe.

		WILLIE
	Bo?  Doc says you're next.

Just then she hears a retching sound from one of the stalls.

		WILLIE(cont'd)
	Bo?...You okay?

INFIRMARY - SAME

Willie and Jones help Bowman into the Infirmary.  She is
weak from nausea.  They help her onto the examination table
and look around for Doc.  Jones sees a light on in the Sick
Room.

SICK ROOK - SAME

Sixpack's body lies under a sheet in the Sick room.  The
door opens and Jones looks in, sees Sixpack but in the dim
light, doesn't realize the sheet covering him, covers the
body totally.  Jones smiles.

		JONES
		(whispers)
	Hey, Sixpack...Hey, my man...
	How you feeling?

There is no answer and Jones slowly approaches the body.

		JONES
	Hey, man, we made quota to-
	day.  No thanks to you, you
	dog, but we made it...Beck
	helped us...We just dropped
	Bowman off.  I hope what you've
	got ain't catching...

He is almost to the table and reaches out to touch Sixpack
when suddenly the body stirs.  Sixpack's foot moves slightly
under the sheet as if shifting in his sleep.  Jones stops.

		JONES(cont'd)
	Oh, man, sorry...you go back
	to sleep.

INFIRMARY - SAME

Jones returns to the examination room.  Bowman is now
undressed and under the blankets on the examination table.

		WILLIE
	Who were you talking to?

		JONES
	Sixpack...

		WILLIE
	How is he?

		JONES
	Sleeping.  No sign of Doc,
	though.  I'll check the
	control room.  You look
	in the shower room...

They leave Bowman GROANING on the examination table and head
back to the main corridor.  As they leave WE HOLD ON the
door to the sick room behind Bowman.

Bowman writhes on the examination table in pain.  Carefully
she climbs off the table and goes behind a partition to
throw up.

CLOSE ON BOWMAN

At the sink in the infirmary.  She rinses her face in the
sink and pulls back her hair, suddenly she stops and brings
her hands in front of her face.

INSERT HER HANDS.  Huge clumps of hair have come out in her
hands.  And then she sees her hands themselves.  Scaly.

		BOWMAN
	Oh, God...what's going on?

She turns and looks at the light on in the Sick Room.  Slowly
she goes to the door and enters.

SICK ROOM

Bowman approaches the body of Sixpack.

		BOWMAN
		(panicked)
	Sixpack...what's going on?

No answer.  She pulls back the sheet and gasps.

CONTROL ROOM - SAME

ON BECK AND DOC.

		DOC
		(panicky)
	You have to call them back.
	Explain that this is an emergency.

Jones enters.

		JONES
	Excuse me, sir...Bowman's
	sick.  She's downstairs in
	the infirmary.

		DOC
		(concerned)
	The infirmary?...

		JONES
	Yes sir, ain't that where we
	usually go when we're sick?

		DOC
	We're simply concerned about
	her...proximity to...

		BECK
		(to Jones)
	Sixpack's dead.

Jones looks from one officer to the other then grins.

		JONES
	Bullshit...I was just talking
	to him.  I saw him move.

		BECK
	What?...

LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

Beck hits the floor off the ladder and rushes to the
Infirmary with Jones.  He opens the door and freezes.

WHAT HE SEES:  The examination table where Jones left her is
empty.  The room deserted.

		JONES
		(pointing to
		examination table)
	I left her here.

DOC comes up behind them, then turns.  He hears to a HISSING
SOUND down the ring corridor.  He turns from the others and
moves slowly toward the noise.

SHOWER ROOM

Doc enters the shower room, full of steam and the SOUND OF
WATER.

		DOC
	Bowman?

There is no answer and he moves toward the shower.

		DOC
	Bowman.  It's Doc.  I'm here
	to help you.

The water continues to run.  No answer.  Carefully, Doc
opens the shower door.

WHAT HE SEES:  Bowman.  Dead.  Her wrists have been cut and
blood swirls down the drain.

Doc sadly squats down beside her.  The death effects him
greatly.  He feels helpless, then suddenly his eyes widen
and he carefully reaches out and takes Bowman's limp arm,
turning it supine.  There, running the length of the arm, WE
SEE the black scales.

INFIRMARY

Jones and Beck lay Bowman's body carefully onto the
examination table in the infirmary.  Through the Sick Room
door we see the sheet shrouded body of Sixpack.  Doc covers
Bowman with a sheet as

		       WE CUT TO

THE MESS - LATER

The remaining crew, Doc, and Beck assembled in the Mess.
Doc sits quietly, almost in a daze.

		BECK
	I can't tell you much about
	it, except that none of you
	show any symptoms.

		DEJESUS
	And it killed Bo?

		BECK
	No...she killed herself.

ON WILLIE  the news hits her hard.

		JONES
	We're getting out of here just
	in time.

		BECK
	There's now a problem with the
	weather for pickup.  There's a
	typhoon in our sector...
	...We're going to be delayed
	twelve hours...

		DEJESUS
	Typhoon?!

		JONES
	Twelve hours!

		COBB
	At least we get time and
	a half.  That's in the contract.

		JONES
	Fuck double pay, man!  I
	want out of here!

Their argument is suddenly cut short by a NOISE from the
corridor.  A THUMP!  The crew stops their grumbling and
listens.  A moment later we hear another THUMP!  Beck looks
at Jones.

		BECK
		(motions for Jones
		to come with him)
	Jones...
		(to the others)
	Stay here.

RING CORRIDOR

Beck leads the way slowly toward the Infirmary where the
sound is coming from.  Outside the door they hear it once
more.  THUMP!

Carefully he enters the Infirmary and WE SEE the
examination table is empty!  Beck goes to the Sick room and
stops in the doorway.  Jones moves behind him and his eyes
suddenly widen.

WHAT THEY SEE:  Both bodies now are in a motionless, hideous
conglomeration on the the table.

		   SLAM CUT TO

CLOSE ON HEAVY ZIPPER

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.  It is quickly pulled shut, running the
length of a heavy plastic bag, closing both bodies inside.

INT. CORRIDOR "B" - LATER

Dressed in their rubber latex suits Cobb, Jones, DeJesus,
Beck, and Willie carry the body of Sixpack and Bowman in the
zippered bodybag.  Now, well over three hundred pounds, the
bodies strange shape and dead weight make it difficult to
transport.

		DEJESUS
	C'mon, Cobb...you're slacking...

		COBB
		(angrily)
	I ain't, goddamnit...It's
	Jones!..

Before Jones can argue, Beck cuts them off.

		BECK
	Shut up, all of you.

		COBB
	Mr. Beck, the contract states that
	no body can be disposed of without
	authorization of---

		JONES
	Fuck the contract, man!

The group turns into the Swamp where Doc waits for them by
the Lift Lock.  Rounding the corner Cobb bangs into the side
of a bulkhead and drops his corner of the "package."  Like
dominoes, Willie also looses her grip, then DeJesus.  The
bodybag splashes into the grimy bilge water making it even
harder for everyone to get a handhold.

		BECK(cont'd)
	C'mon...Lift!

The group struggles to raise the bodybag and just get it to
their shoulder when suddenly we go tight on DeJesus's face.

		DEJESUS
	Hey!...I feel something.
	It's moving!  He's alive!

		COBB
	I feel it, too...Someone's trying
	to get out.

Cobb drops his end intentionally and he kneels looking for
the zipper.

		JONES
	Cobb, what're you doing!

		COBS
	But he ain't dead!  He ain't
	dead.

		BECK
	Cobb!  Stop!

But Cobb grabs the zipper and starts to unzip the heavy bag.
Beck tries to stop him when suddenly, WHAM!  a DARK
APPENDAGE RIPS through the zipper and flails like a
pressurized firehose.  It beats wildly for several second,
then lashes out at Cobb--ripping a gash on his forearm.

While Cobb screams in pain, Beck yanks the appendage off
Cobb's arm revealing a mouth full of needlesharp teeth and a
sharp tongue-like proboscis which has stabbed Cobb like a
dagger.

		COBB
	It bit me!  It bit me!

While Beck and Willie wrestle the strong flopping appendage,
Doc rushes to the Lift Lock.

DeJesus and Jones struggle to force the lurching bodybag
into the Lift Lock.

		JONES
	Push Hazy!

The bodybag shudders like a huge cocoon about to lose its
occupant.  Jones digs his shoulder down into the task just
as the bag suddenly RIPS in several places.  A tear RIPS
OPEN next to Jones' head revealing the head of BOWMAN, her
vacant eyes only inches from Jones' face.

		JONES
	Oh, Jesus Christ!  I ain't
	never gonna sleep again!

Suddenly a WHINING NOISE sounds behind them.  Beck looks
back to see Cobb approaching with a battery operated
underwater chain saw.  He's clearly intending to cut the
Creature with the whirring blade.

		BECK
	No!

		COBB
	It bit me!

		DEJESUS
	It's Sixpack!

		COBB
	I'm going to kill it!

DeJesus turns to block Cobb while the others continue to
wrestle the bodybag into the Lift Lock.  The bag suddenly
splits and a scaly arm protrudes.  It reaches out grabbing
DeJesus.  Beck pulls him free and yells.

		BECK
	Close the Lock!  Now!

Doc hits the lever.  The elevator doesn't move!

RRRRRRIIIIIPPP!  A scaly leg rips out of the body bag!

		BECK(cont'd)
	Hit it again!

Doc hits the elevator switch again, harder.

NNNNNNN!  The Lift Lock door whines closed and a horrifying
SCREAM rises from the Lock.

CLOSE ON THE LIFT LOCK

The end of the appendage is severed in the closing door,
disappearing unseen into the greasy bilge water.

		BECK(cont'd)
	Flush it!

Doc flips a switch and the SCREAM OF THE VACUUM PUMPS drown
out the SCREAM in the Lift Lock, the wails of Cobb, and the
splashing sounds of the severed three-foot section of gory
muscle which slip silently and undetected under the
workbench.

A second later the elevator returns empty, silent,
bloodstained.

Beck turns on the video monitor of the exterior Lock.  The
exterior worklights illuminate millions of bubbles from the
flush and the struggling movements of the bodybag before it
grows still once again and disappears beyond the range of
the Shack lights...into the darkness.

Beck turns and looks at his savaged crew.  Willie, Jones,
DeJesus, Doc look like wet-suited butchers.  Splattered in
blood, numbed by the experience, they are brought together
by having simply survived.  Jones holds up Willie.  DeJesus
leans against the bulkhead.  In the far corner Cobb sobs
quietly.

SHOWERS - LATER

Clouds of steam.  Vaguely seen through the steam, Willie is
scrubbing herself almost desperately, as though the
spattered blood of the creature had penetrated into her
skin.  Finally she gives up almost in tears and rests her
head against the wall of the shower stall.

DORMITORY - SAME

Beck and Jones open the privacy door to Sixpack's bunk.
After some digging which produces five month's supply of
pornography, the empty flask clatters to the floor.  Beck
picks it up.

		BECK
	I think we just found our
	problem.

MESS - LATER

Cobb pours himself a cup of coffee with a shaky hand.  Jones,
and DeJesus sit at a table and Willie laces up her shoes for
a run.  There is a feeling of anger among them.

		DEJESUS
	Serves his ass right to get
	it.  Motherfucker brings that
	shit onboard.  I hope his
	fucking ass rots in the sea and
	is shit upon by the fish.

		JONES
	'Fucker could have gotten us
	all killed.

		COBB
	He knew better than that.

Willie finishes tying up her shoes and looks at them all
coldly.

		WILLIE
	You guys sure weren't so holy
	when you were shooting that
	vodka...It could have been you.

She gets up and walks out into the Ring corridor.

THE RUSSIAN SHIP

WE ARE MOVING along the ship's corridor that Willie walked
looking for Sixpack.

WE PULL BACK TO REVEAL WE ARE WATCHING A VIDEO SCREEN IN THE
CONTROL ROOM

Doc and Beck replay the tape of Willie's search for Sixpack
on the Russian ship.  On the monitor screen we see Willie's
POV of the infirmary.  The light dances off the broken glass
as she turns, then the flash of white we saw before as the
light moves out into the corridor.

		DOC
	Hold it!  Rewind it.

Beck rewinds it.

ON SCREEN  we see the scene again.  Light dancing off the
cabinets.  As the light starts to turn--

		DOC
	Stop it.

Beck pauses the tape.  We see nothing. Doc is confused.

		DOC
	Back it up slowly.

Beck does and we watch Doc's face as he stares intently at
the screen.  Suddenly he sees it.

		DOC
	There.

ON SCREEN  We see it.  Caught in the turn of the camera, now
frozen on the screen is the clear gleaming skeletal remains
of a man.  Only it is clear that this is no ordinary man.
Fingers and appendages are lengthened and broader than
normal.  But it is the large head and long sharp teeth that
especially catches our attention.

MESS - SAME

ON A BEAUTIFUL BAVARIAN SETTING

as a hand suddenly moves into frame and we see the scene is
actually one of DeJesus' jigsaw puzzles.  He takes a piece
of blue sky from the hundreds of pieces on the table and
places it perfectly into position on the puzzle.  Jones
watches him amazed.

		DEJESUS
	You know that Innsbruck
	has 64 square miles of ski
	slopes, man?  Think about that.
	Sixty-four square miles.

He picks up another piece of blue sky and effortlessly fits
it into place as Jones watches.  It's blowing Jones' mind.

		JONES
	How'd you do that?

		DEJESUS
	What?  That?...I've done this
	one before.  You hungry?  I'm
	hungry.

He gets up to go into the mess and Jones looks at him in
amazement.

		JONES
	Hungry?  After what we just
	went through I may never
	eat again.

ON WILLIE

She jogs down the corridors toward the Swamp.  The Shack
CREAKS and Willie looks down through the grating passing
below her feet.  It is dark down there.  Her feet pound off
the metal grating.

LOW ANGLE  We watch Willie from below as she jogs past.  THEN
WE TILT DOWN to the dark, still water of the bilge.  Suddenly
something stirs in the water--a ripple like a trout in a
stream.

CONTROL ROOM - SAME

Using a computer plotting program to measure the dimensions
of the skull on the videotape, Doc enters these measurements
as they are read off to him by Beck.  As each of the
measurements go into the computer an image of a skull begins
to appear on the computer screen, followed by a name:
DANAKIL MAN.

		BECK
	They found this?

		DOC
	No.  I think they isolated
	him in genetic engineering.
	Homo aquaticus...

		BECK
	Was there such a thing?

		DOC
	Danakil man?...one of our
	ancestors.  Named for the
	Danakil Alps in Ethiopia.

		BECK
	Not exactly a big ocean
	country.

		DOC
	It was when it counted a couple
	of million years ago when the
	seas came in and drove us into
	the water.  Most homo sapiens
	didn't make it...Danakil man...
	adapted.

ON WILLIE

running.  She jogs past the machine room.  Looking in, the
machines seem alive, pulsing, the beating heart of the
Shack.  There is something else though.  We feel something
in there watching her.

CONTROL ROOM

On Doc.

		DOC
	Some say that's why we're
	basically hairless, for less
	water resistance, faster swimming
	speeds...

		BECK
	But what about those scales...
	or that leech-like thing that
	bit Cobb?

		DOC
	Why stop with just one aspect
	of marine life?  Why not incorporate
	the best genetic components the
	ocean has to offer?...

		BECK
		(pointing to screen)
	Well, if they were perfecting an
	aquaman, then why's there a dead
	one onboard that Russian ship?  Why
	isn't he out swimming around?

Doc looks up at the image on the screen.  The huge skull
stares back hauntingly.

		DOC
		(beat)
	He obviously lacked something
	in his environment.

DORMITORY - SAME

ON COBB  He sits on his bunk and peers under his bandage.
He turns on an overhead reading light and looks again.
Suddenly a voice startles him.

		JONES' VOICE
	Turned black yet?

At first startled, Cobb recovers and answers sharply.

		COBS
	That ain't funny.

		JONES
	Relax, Cobb.  If it was
	going to turn, it would have
	done its trick by now.

		COBB
	That's easy for you to say.
	You ain't the one that got bit.

Jones starts to leave when he suddenly notices something on
Cobb's bunk.  He picks it up and we see a photo of Cobb's
family.

		JONES
	Don't tell me you're getting
	soft on us, Cobbie?  You're
	the fellow who always said--

Cobb snatches the photo back from Jones and glares at him
with the same old, hard "Cobb look."

		COBB
	Nothing's changed, goddamnit!

Jones leaves, and Cobb waits till he is gone then looks back
at his photo.  His look changes, softening.  Absently he
scratches his bandage.

SWAMP

Willie enters and checks her running time on her watch.  She
bends over to catch her breath then straightens suddenly.

OVERHEAD SHOT

WE are watching her from above.  For a moment she is quiet
as if listening for a noise somewhere in the Swamp.  She
looks around slowly and her eyes come to rest on the
Workbench.

MESS - SAME

DeJesus looking for food.  In the gloom of fluorescent
lighting he opens and closes various cabinets looking for a
snack.

He notices that the floor's wet near the sink.  He frowns
and hears a SMALL NOISE, like something shifting slightly.
He moves to investigate, crouching low, peeking into the
shadows under the sink, into a litter of cleanser bottles,
pails, rags...All he can see are shadows.  He looks more
closely, actually sticking his head under the sink when

SUDDENLY SOMETHING TOUCHES HIS SHOULDER FROM BEHIND!  DEJESUS
JUMPS, BUMPING HIS HEAD ON THE SINK AS HE WHIRLS TO SEE.

JONES, looming over his shoulder, looking down at him.

		JONES
	Man, everybody is jumpy...
	What are you doing?

Not fully recovered from the start, DeJesus rubs his bruised
head.

		DEJESUS
	Getting some food.

		JONES
	Under there?

DeJesus gets to his feet, points at the water under the
sink.

		DEJESUS
	Look.  Water.

		JONES
	Probably the plumbing.  You
	gonna make me finish that puzzle
	by myself, or what?

DeJesus continues to scrutinize the water then looks back at
Jones.

		DEJESUS
	No, I'll be right there.

He looks down at his sandwich as Jones starts out of the
galley.  Something is missing.

		DEJESUS
		(to himself)
	Mustard.  Need mustard...

He opens the refrigerator and finds the mustard jar empty.

		DEJESUS
		(muttering to himself)
	Sixpack...

He throws the jar in the trash then opens the cabinet next
to the refrigerator for a new jar, and reaches inside.

SUDDENLY, LIKE A SNAKE, A TWO FOOT CHUNK OF MUSCLE ATTACHES
TO DEJESUS'S WRIST!  WITH HIS FREE HAND DEJESUS TRIES TO RIP
THE TWISTING, WRITHING THING OFF.  PULLING AT IT HE REVEALS
PART OF SIXPACK'S FACE--ONE EYE AND PART OF HIS
MOUTH--UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE.

DeJesus falls against the side cabinets screaming and
causing an avalanche of pots and pans.

		DEJESUS
		(in pain)
	Ahhh!

INSIDE THE MESS

Jones is now putting a piece of the puzzle into place when
he hears THE CLATTER OF POTS AND PANS.

		JONES
	Hey, Hazy...what're you doing
	now...cooking?

There is no answer and Jones looks up.

		JONES(cont'd)
		(concerned)
	Hazy?...

He goes to the door and looks in.  His eyes widen at the
sight of DeJesus staggering toward him with the squeezing
hunk of muscle.

		JONES(cont'd)
	Holy shit!

		DEJESUS
	Help me, Jonesy.  Oh, God,
	help me!  It's getting inside
	me, I can feel it!

He keeps coming at Jones who backs away slowly from his
friend.

		JONES
	Hazy, please...I'm going to
	get you some help, man...just
	don't touch me...

Jones finds himself backing away until he is by the door to
the Galley.  He closes it, rushing through into the Mess to
the Ring corridor where he runs into Cobb.

		COBB
	What's going on?

		JONES
	It's Hazy...It's got him!
	Stay here and don't let him
	out.  I'm going to get the Doc.

Jones runs out and leaves Cobb by the door.  Cobb watches
him go.  As the noise in the Mess intensifies, we hear
banging on the door, then DeJesus' anguished cries.

		DEJESUS
	Help me!  Help me!

Cobb backs slowly down the corridor toward the dorm.

UPPER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

Jones meets Beck and Doc leaving the control room.

		JONES
	It's got Hazy!

		BECK
	What has?

		JONES
	One of those chunks of
	Sixpack!  Like a big leech,
	with those teeth!...

		DOC
	We've got to get him to the
	infirmary.

		JONES
	What are you going to do to
	him?

		DOC
	I'm going to try to remove it.

		JONES
	I've got Cobbie downstairs
	watching the door.

INT. LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

Deserted.  There is no sign of Cobb and the door to the mess
stands open.  The mess is empty.  Beck is the first one down
the ladder followed by Jones.

		JONES
	Cobb?  Hazy?  Oh, shit...He's
	gone...

Cobb returns with a mining tool.

		JONES
	You let him get away!

		COBB
	I ain't doing nothing for that
	thing without something to
	defend myself.

		JONES
	That thing happens to be
	my friend.

		BECK
	Shut up, both of you!  We've
	got to find it.

Beck suddenly looks around noticing something.

		BECK(cont'd)
	Where's Willie?

		COBB
	Oh, God, she's out there...

		BECK
	Jones...come with me.  Cobb,
	you and Doc check the rooms.

INT. THE LOWER "B" CORRIDOR - SAME

Jones and Beck move down the spooky corridor toward the
Swamp.  Overhead, water moves through the desalinization
conduit.  Jones eyes it warily.

SWAMP

They enter the quiet Swamp.  The suits hang silently like
sleeping monsters.  Beck steps into the equipment room.

Jones walks along the suits which hang in front of him.
Their empty masks stare at him hauntingly.  He reaches the
end and stands in front of the ladder where we earlier saw
Willie doing chin-ups.  He looks down and sees her headband
floating in the bilgewater.

		JONES
	Willie...

Suddenly Willie lowers herself from the bar behind him.

		WILLIE
	Yeah?

The sudden sight of her nearly gives Jones heart failure, he
stumbles backwards into the ankle deep water and Willie
drops from the bar laughing.

		WILLIE
		(grinning)
	What on earth's the matter
	with you?

		JONES
	I ought to smack your face!

Willie picks up the strain in Jones' voice, her smile fades.

		WILLIE
	What's wrong?

		JONES
	DeJesus...It's got him.

THE EQUIPMENT ROOM - SAME

Jones, Willie and Beck move quickly.  Beck pulls a portable
laser drill which fits into the arm of the mechanical suits
and attaches a portable power unit to the back.  Turning it
on it becomes a sinister close-range weapon.

Willie opens an equipment cabinet and reveals deflated
container transporters.  Beck notices and then looks up at
Jones who opens a locked cabinet and takes out the bicycle
pump/earthquake device we saw Willie use earlier.

		BECK
	I thought they were your friends?

		JONES
	Were, Doss were.

Beck reaches out and takes the powerful weapon away from
him.

		BECK
	You fire that in here and
	you'll bring the whole place
	down.

Jones thinks about it for a moment, then reaches for one of
the Acetylene tanks.  He lights the end of it and a long
blue tongue of flame whips out the door into the Swamp.
Jones grins.

INFIRMARY - SAME

Doc and Cobb move into the Infirmary.  Doc goes into his
office.  He takes three scalpels out of an equipment drawer
and then looks up, through the levolor blinds into the
infirmary.  What he sees upsets him.

INT. SWAMP - SAME

Jones working the intercom.

		JONES
		(to intercom)
	Jones to Doc.  Doc?...Cobb?

He looks back to Beck, concerned.

		JONES(cont'd)
		(to Beck)
	Think it got 'em?

		BECK
	No, it's not going through.
	The intercom's busted.  I thought
	DeJesus fixed that?

		JONES
		(beat, realizing)
	He did.

INFIRMARY - SAME

Doc leaves his office and slowly goes into the Infirmary to
the storage counter across the room--where the blood is
stored.  WE SEE what disturbed him...the door to the
refrigeration unit is ajar.  Doc opens the door to the
cabinet.  The plastic bags are now empty.  Each one has been
drained.

LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

Cobb moves out of the Infirmary, carefully down the eerie
corridor, his mining tool in front of him for security.
There is a sinister feel to the place.  Each step only
reveals a little bit of space ahead of him.  Suddenly he
stops.  In front of him across the hall a cabinet which
says:  ONBOARD COMMUNICATIONS, is torn open.  It is where
DeJesus fixed the intercom the day before.

CLOSE ON THE CABINET

The door is shattered.  Carefully, Cobb opens the door and
WE SEE the guts of the wiring have been torn out--the entire
system has been disabled.

Cobb carefully examines the damage WHEN SUDDENLY A SCALY
HAND-LIKE APPENDAGE slams into the cabinet door trapping
COBB and sending his weapon to the floor.  Cobb turns
directly into

THE LEECH-LIKE MOUTH!  It's sharp teeth shine in the light,
poised to strike.

Cobb's eyes closed, screams like a maniac, waiting for the
tentacle to attack.  Then suddenly an UNGODLY SCREAM echoes
in the corridor.

COBB opens his eyes to see the tentacle gone.  Doc is
holding the smoking mining drill, his eyes glazed, as if he
has seen the devil itself.

		COBB
	What happened?

		DOC
		(absently)
	It...almost got you.

		COBB
	What was it?

Doc shakes his head dumbly.  He is in total shock.

THE MESS

The remaining group is assembled around the table.  Jones
watches the door with one of the homemade flamethrowers.  He
listens.

		COBS
		(excitedly)
	I saw it!  It's big!

		BECK
	Big?

		JONES
	Bigger than DeJesus?  How?

		DOC
	It's had a meal.

He holds out the empty blood bags.  A change has come over
Doc since Bowman's death.  The experience has slightly
deadened him.

		WILLIE
	It needs blood?

		JONES
	Fucking great...You telling
	me we got a fucking dracula
	in here with us?

		DOC
	It would explain the suction-
	like appendages.

		JONES
	Like a leech.

		BECK
	That's why there's a dead one
	on the ship.  It ran out of blood.

		JONES
	What dead one on the ship?

He looks from Doc to Beck.

		JONES(cont'd)
		(sharply)
	Someone want to let the rank
	and file in on your little
	secret?

Doc looks at Beck, then Jones.

		DOC
	The monster appears to be
	a genetic aberration...

		JONES
	No fuckin' lie...

		DOC
	...It has many traits of deep
	sea marine life...regeneration,
	scales, gills, even a period
	of dormancy...
		(more to Beck)
	but the fact that it remembered
	where the plasma was stored, or
	where the communication wiring was,
	may imply that it has some other
	quality...

		COBB
		(panicky)
	What?...What?

Beck locks eyes with Doc.

		BECK
		(to Doc)
	That it acquires intelligence
	from its victims?

		DOC
	Intelligence may not be the right
	word...

		JONES
	Fuck semantics, Doc!
	You saying its like part
	DeJesus, part Sixpack, part
	Bowman?!

		DOC
		(tiredly)
	I don't know.  I'm guessing.

		COBB
		(losing it)
	I say we should go get in the
	escape bubbles and get the hell
	out of here!

		JONES
	And hit the surface in the
	middle of a typhoon?...No, thank you.
	I'll take my chance down here.

Willie looks at Beck.

		WILLIE
	What can we do?

		BECK
	Our only chance is to lure
	it to the Swamp and flush it
	like we did the other.

		COBB
	And how're we going to do that?

Beck checks his flamethrower and looks at Jones.

		      TIME CUT TO

THE MESS - LATER

ON BECK  He flexes his arm as a needle is taken from it.  WE
SEE a half-pint of blood in a bag, held by Doc.  He secures
it and hands it back to Beck.

		DOC
	Be careful with it.

		BECK
	Don't worry, I don't want to
	give up any more.

He looks over at Jones who watches the door.  Jones looks
back and nods.  The coast is clear.

LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

The door to the Mess opens and Beck slips into the shadows
of the hall.  A second later Jones follows.  In the dim
light they begin moving toward the Lower "B" corridor to the
Swamp.

MESS - SAME

Cobb, Doc and Willie alone in the Mess.  Cobb scratches his
bandage.  Doc notices.

		DOC
	Still bothering you?

		COBB
	Itches like hell.

		DOC
	Take it off and let me have
	a look.

Cobb pulls back the bandage and looks at the gash.

INSERT COBB'S WOUND  Pink and healing.

		DOC
	Looks good to me.  I'll re-bandage
	it, though.

He looks at Willie.

		DOC(cont'd)
	Willie, would you clean it
	for me.  I'm going to the
	infirmary for supplies.

He turns and Willie stops him with a firm grip.

		WILLIE
	You can't go out there alone.

		DOC
	I'm the Doctor.  I have to
	do what's best for this crew.
		(he pulls away)
	I need my bag.

THE LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

The door opens and carefully Doc steps out into the
corridor.  He looks toward the Infirmary then starts up the
ladder to the Upper Level instead.

CLOSE ON DROPS OF BLOOD INTO A SMALL POOL

a grisly sight.

WE PULL BACK TO REVEAL the drops coming from the plasma bag
of Beck's blood.  Beck stops the drip and moves on into the
darkness of the corridor.

CONTROL ROOM

Doc moves behind the computer keyboard in the dim light of
the Control room.  His face lit by the computer monitor.  He
types furiously.

COMPUTER SCREEN

"Emergency Escape Bubbles...ready for activation..."

DOC pauses looking at the message, then moves his hand to
the SEND command and presses it.

THE MESS - LATER

Willie prepares a clean bandage as Doc examines the cut.  He
smiles at Cobb like a friendly country doctor.  The tired look
now gone from his eyes.  He seems revitalized.

		DOC
	There, good as new.  Just
	keep your paws off of it.
		(to Willie)
	Do you have the new bandage ready?

She nods.  Doc turns back to the sink and Cobb holds out his
arm to let Willie put the new bandage on.  As Cobb's arm
comes up we suddenly notice a slight movement under his
shirt.  Willie stops just before applying the bandage.  The
movement intensifies--like snakes moving wildly beneath the
cloth.  Cobb whitens...breaks out in a sweat.  Willie backs
off.

		WILLIE
	Doc?...Doc!

She steps back and Doc moves into her place as suddenly a
leech-mouthed tentacle erupts from Cobb's waist.  It's razor
sharp proboscis punctures Doc's chest right at the heart and
the leach mouth with it's hundreds of teeth attaches with
vacuum-like suction.

		DOC
	No!

But it is too late.  Willie falls back screaming as Cobb's
gash RRRRRRRIPS OPEN!  THE FLESH OPENING GROTESQUELY FROM
THE INSIDE AND INVERTS SCALY--SPREADING OVER COBB'S BODY
LIKE A BUSHFIRE!

CORRIDOR "B"

CLOSE ON THE POOL OF BLOOD

A huge shadow falls over the pool left by Beck.  A scaly
tentacle suddenly whips across the floor.  The DEJESUS
CREATURE!  WE SEE THE FLASH OF ITS APPENDAGES.  IT'S HEAD.
AN EYE OPENS AND LOOKS UP.

WHAT IT SEES  The outline of Beck lying "hurt" fifty feet
away.

It starts down the corridor toward it's prey--Beck.

ON BECK

A little behind him with the homemade flamethrower, Jones
waits in the shadows.  Suddenly Beck hears something.

		BECK
		(whispers)
	I hear something. Don't fire
	until we're both in the Swamp.

Jones moves a little farther back.

		BECK(cont'd)
	Don't let him see you.

		JONES
	Don't worry...

As the Creature approaches WE SEE Beck stand up like a
wounded animal.  He begins dragging his "injured" leg behind
him as he retreats toward the Swamp.  THE FOOTSTEPS MOVE
FASTER.  IT'S CLOSING!

INT. RING CORRIDOR - SAME

ON WILLIE  She bursts out the door to the MESS and heads
toward Corridor "B."

DOOR TO THE SWAMP

Beck moves through the door to the Swamp and positions
himself by the door.  He looks back and WE SEE Jones for the
first time, flamethrower poised, ready to fire.

		JONES
	C'mon baby c'mon...

ON THE SHADOW OF THE CREATURE

It moves steadily toward the door, moving right to the
doorway.  Carefully it moves a dark, horrible hand-like
appendage inside the doorframe.

ON BECK AND JONES

poised to kill when suddenly both men hear the same thing.

		WILLIE'S VOICE(O.S.)
	Beck?  Jones!?

ON WILLIE

She turns the corner and freezes.  There, less than ten feet
away is the Creature.  A tentacle whips excitedly like a
tail!

		WILLIE
	Oh God...

AS THE CREATURE starts to turn for Willie, Beck suddenly
closes the vault-like door to the swamp on Creature's hand,
trapping it vise-like in the door.

		BECK
	Run Willie!  Run!

The Creature throws back its head and SCREAMS in pain as the
heavy door severs its appendage.

ON BECK AND JONES

As the writhing hand-like appendage squirms in front of them
Jones blasts it with his flamethrower until the hand curls
like a piece of bacon and it ceases to move.

		JONES
	Well done.  Just like
	momma makes 'em.

Beck opens the door--the corridor is empty.  Willie and the
creature are gone.

ON WILLIE RUNNING

She heads back toward the Ring corridor around the inner
path toward Corridor "A".  In a full run now, every panel
and instrument looks even more sinister--where is Cobb/Doc
CREATURE?---

ON THE DEJESUS CREATURE'S SEVERED APPENDAGE

As the Creature moves after Willie we see its bloody stump
suddenly sprout a new appendage!  Like a starfish it grows
another leech like tentacle to replace the one it lost.

ON WILLIE

She turns down Corridor "A".  A NOISE overhead in the water
conduit causes her to look up WHEN SUDDENLY A BLACK ARM
REACHES OUT FROM THE SHADOWS, AND PULLS HER INTO THE DARK
DOORWAY TO THE MACHINE FLOOR----IT IS JONES!  He pulls her
between him and Beck in the shadows.

		BECK
		(whispered)
	Where's Cobb and Doc?

		WILLIE
		(recovering)
	Cobb's cut...It was in him!
	It got Doc...

		JONES
	Oh man, that's just great...

		BECK
	C'mon.

CONTROL ROOM

Beck is followed inside by Jones and Willie.  It is empty.

		BECK
	Lock the door.

Jones rolls the large vault-like door closed and locks them.
Beck goes to the console and checks the instruments.
Suddenly he sees something that causes him to freeze in his
tracks.  A red light blinks ominously on the console.

		BECK
	Shit!  He sent them all.

		WILLIE
	The escape bubbles?

She and Jones stop in front of Doc's console.

		JONES
		(gravely)
	Look at this.

Beck looks at Doc's computer screen.

ON SCREEN WE SEE DOC'S MESSAGE:  "...hope that our sacrifice
will mean that the human race will never know this awful
mutation..."

		WILLIE
	What is it?

		JONES
	The good doctor signed our
	death warrant.

SUDDENLY THERE IS A TREMENDOUS BANGING ON THE DOOR!  LIKE A
HUNDRED SLEDGEHAMMERS POUNDING THE HEAVY STEEL DOOR TRYING
TO BREAK IT DOWN.  Jones readies his weapon but just as
suddenly, the BANGING STOPS.  Beck, Willie and Jones all
nervously exchange looks.

		WILLIE
	Well, at least we're safe inside
	here.

		JONES
	For how long?

Beck slides behind the Console and quickly types in a
message.  WE SEE IT ON THE SCREEN.  "SHACK SIX REPORTING.
PLEASE DISREGARD PREVIOUS MESSAGE---"

SUDDENLY MARTIN'S FACE APPEARS ON THE VIDEO SCREEN.

		MARTIN
	Thank goodness, you're still
	alive!

		JONES
		(yells nervously
		at the screen)
	Hey, man, you better get
	your ass out here right now
	and get us.  You hear me,
	motherfucker?  Right now!

Martin smiles calmly back at the three of them.

		MARTIN
	Please relax, Mr. Jones.  Every-
	thing is under control.  Naturally,
	when we received Dr. Warren's
	message we were concerned but
	would never have deserted you.

Jones lets out a breath.  Willie stares straight at the
screen.

		WILLIE
	When are you coming for us?

		MARTIN
		(smiles nervously)
	Well, that's the bad news.
	The typhoon did turn your way.
		(he looks at weather
		printout)
	Right now it is on a course--

		JONES
	Just answer the question, man!
	When are you coming?!

		MARTIN
		(beat)
	Hopefully in the next 48 hours.

		BECK
	Forty-eight hours!

		MARTIN
	I realize you must have gone
	through hell--

		JONES
	Gone?  Man, we're still here!

		MARTIN
		(firmly)
	I can't change the weather.
	Try to get some rest.  I'll
	keep you posted.

He turns off his screen and the picture in front of Beck,
Jones and Willie goes blank.

		BECK
	He's right.  Why don't you get some
	rest.  I'll stand the first watch.

		            TIME CUT TO

CONTROL ROOM - LATER

Jones sits near the vent sound asleep, his weapon across
his stomach.  Near him Willie lies still, eyes open.  She
watches Beck across the room, standing at the window.

He stares outside into the darkness for a moment, then
as if a thought suddenly occurs to him he looks at the
blank computer screen.

CLOSE ON COMPUTER SCREEN

"Request weather summaries January 14-21."  The cursor
blinks back ominously then races across the screen.  "FILE
CLOSED."

		BECK
		(to himself)
	Martin, you asshole...

Suddenly he hears a voice behind him.

		WILLIE
	They know, don't they?

		BECK
		(quietly)
	Yeah...I think they're just
	deciding what to do with us.

		WILLIE
	Maybe they already have.

She moves into Doc's seat in front of the console and calls
up the stock market program that Bowman was monitoring
earlier.

ON SCREEN  WE SEE:  Stock prices.

Willie types in a series of commands.

		BECK
	What are you doing?

		WILLIE
	Seeing how my stock's doing...

ON SCREEN:  The words TransOcean Corp.  The capsulized report
comes up on screen:  "TransOcean Corp. took a bath on world
markets today when news of a tragic mining accident was
revealed to investors.  The Board of Directors...."

		WILLIE
		(impatiently)
	Where?....

She scrolls forward in the report and suddenly freezes the
words.

THE SCREEN:  "...accident took place in Shack Six, Southeast
Sector of Pacific Zone 10...Seven dead.  All bodies
missing."  Their names follow.

ON WILLIE  as her name comes up she shivers.

		BECK
	I can't believe they'd
	just leave us.

A voice behind them causes them to turn.

		JONES
	Welcome to the union, boss.
	We're all expendable.

He is now awake.  He sits up against the air vent.  Suddenly,
Beck listens, the room is deathly silent.  He looks over to
the air vent.  Jones is listening also.

		WILLIE
	What is it?

		JONES
	The air's stopped.

WHOOP!  WHOOP!  Suddenly a KLAXON HORN sounds hysterically.
A blue light on the console blinks on and off.  It says
"AIR."  Beck turns to the instruments.

		BECK
	We're on backup air.

		WILLIE
	How much time does that give
	us?

		BECK
	Less than an hour.  It's ruptured
	an air duct.

		WILLIE
	Can't we fix it?

		JONES
	There're twenty miles of
	pipe in the bilge, they
	could have tapped-in anywhere.

SUDDENLY WE HEAR A SOUND WE HAVEN'T HEARD IN A LONG TIME.
The RATTLE THAT JONES AND COBB FIXED.  Jones and Beck home
in on the tell-tale noise.

		JONES
		(almost to himself)
	Cobb...Job security...

He locks eyes with Beck.

		BECK
	They're drawing us out.

He leaves his seat and Jones checks his weapon as Willie
watches.

		WILLIE
	You can't go out there, that's
	what they want.

Beck checks his make-shift flamethrower.

		BECK
	We don't have much choice...
	without air, the internal
	pressure will fall and--

		JONES
	Crunch...Implosion.

Willie watches them a moment then picks up one of the mining
tools, the laser-drill, she powers-it up to check it.  Her
action stops both men and she catches their looks.

		WILLIE
	You don't think I'm sitting
	in here, do you?

INT. CORRIDOR "A" - SAME

Carefully the three move into the Lower Ring Corridor.  As
they move we suddenly hear a new sound, DEEP, LIKE DISTANT
THUNDER.  The sides of the shack tremble slightly.

		WILLIE
		(low)
	The shack...

		JONES
	She's wondering what's
	happening.  We're losing
	air faster than I thought.

		BECK
		(to Jones)
	Which way?

Jones moves to the lead and turns down Corridor "A."

INT. CORRIDOR "A"

The SOUND of the power-wrench removing the bolts from the
flooring.  The cover is removed and Beck and Jones peer down
into the darkness.  Willie stands guard with the flame-
thrower.

ON JONES  He peers into the darkness below.  He wasn't a big
fan of the bilge even before the Creature, now he's scared
shitless.

		BECK
	I'll go first.

Before Jones can protest Beck drops the ladder and climbs
down into the dark bilge.  Jones waits till he's at the
bottom, then starts down behind him.  Willie looks back.

		WILLIE
	Don't spend all day down
	there.

		JONES
	Don't fuckin' worry, I
	ain't.

BILGE

From somewhere in the darkness we hear the HISSING SOUND OF
ESCAPING OXYGEN and the FAMILIAR RATTLE OF THE AIR SYSTEM.
As soon as Jones reaches the bottom rung Beck shines a light
into the eerie underground area.

Pipes run overhead and on the walls.  A broken electrical
conduit sparks over their heads.  The floor is ankle deep in
greasy water.  They start toward the noise.

ON WILLIE

Her back is to the solid wall(outside wall).  Her eyes move
from one end of the corridor to the other, not lingering
long enough to distract her.  Sweat runs down her face and
we hear another tremor in the Shack.

		WILLIE
		(to herself,
		calming herself)
	Okay, Williams...let's hear a
	tune.
		(beat, quietly
		at first)
	"Off we go...into the wild
	blue yonder..."

ANOTHER RUMBLE FROM THE SHACK causes her to pause.  She
catches her breath and starts again.

		WILLIE(cont'd)
	"...flying high into the sky..."

She suddenly looks into the Main machine area (behind the
wire mesh of the other wall).  Was it something moving?

BILGE

ON BECK  He moves around a corner we recognize from before
with Jones' and Cobb's repair.  Beck floods the area with
light and the break in the line is visible.  The pipe has
been torn from the wall, it is totally unreparable.  What's
worse, electrical wires hang down, showering sparks into the
water.

		JONES
	Jesus Christ...

		BECK
	Can you fix it?

		JONES
	No way...

		BECK
	Think!  Can we stop it?!
	Block it up?!  Shut down
	the line somewhere?!  Think!

		JONES
	I am thinking, man!  You
	think I want to die!  I am
	thinking!  I--

Suddenly his eyes widen.  Beck sees this and turns.  In his
light WE SEE THE GLINT OF LONG TEETH AND THE HUGE BLACK
FRAME OF THE COBB/DOC CREATURE!  It's leech-like appendage
whipping in front of it like an excited cat's tail.  Before
it can strike, Jones pushes Beck out of the way and fires a
blast of flame from his flamethrower.  The CREATURE SCREAMS
and disappears.

As Beck falls his light lands in the bilge water and goes
out sending the bilge into greater darkness.

		JONES
	I hit it.  But I can't see
	it!  Can you see it?!

		BECK
		(standing)
	No.

Jones looks back at the ruptured pipe and suddenly has a
thought.

		JONES
	The Swamp.  There's an over-
	ride switch in the Swamp.

They start for the ladder when WWWWHHHHHHHHIP! out of the
darkness the appendage wraps like a bullwhip around Jones'
arm.  The deadly proboscis, which stabbed Cobb, is poised
like a dagger about to be plunged into the black man's
thigh.

		JONES
		(screams)
	Ahhh!

Instinctively Beck whips out the mining saw and severs the
tentacle.  The unseen Creature's SCREAM echoes through the
Bilge.  Beck grabs Jones by the arm and pulls him toward the
ladder.

		BECK
	Hurry...Get out!

Quickly they slosh toward the ladder and hole in the floor
fifteen feet away, moving closer...ten...eight....then
suddenly ANOTHER APPENDAGE thrusts between the rungs of the
ladder at them.  Beck ducks and leaps to the side.  He is
less than six feet from the Creature.  In the dim light WE
SEE it wickedly bare its teeth.

Beck's eyes go to the walls from one side to the other and
spot the exposed power cable.  The Creature steps forward
directly under the hole in the floor.  It is about to lunge
when a voice from above distracts it.

		WILLIE'S VOICE(O.C.)
	Hey, you?

The Creature looks up and sees:

ON WILLIE STANDING OVER THE OPENING, HER FLAMETHROWER
POINTED STRAIGHT DOWN.  SHE FIRES, SENDING A SEARING BLUE
FLAME INTO THE BILGE.

BECK watches the flame roar down on the monster and it gives
him the moment of distraction he needs.  He leaps out of the
bilge water and onto a pipe on the wall then rips the broken
power cable from the wall.

		BECK
	Jones!  Get your feet out
	of the water!

Jones jumps up and grabs a pipe running overhead as Beck
thrusts the sparking cable into the water at the Creature's
feet.

IN A BLINDING FLASH OF ELECTRICITY

The current surges through the Cobb/Doc Creature sending it
instantly rigid.  A second later it crashes forward into the
water.

Moving hand over hand toward the ladder Jones quickly climbs
out, followed by Beck.

THE SHACK CONTINUES TO SHAKE, EACH JOLT STRONGER THAN THE
LAST.  As they emerge Willie helps them.

		BECK
	C'mon, the Swamp!

They start for the Swamp down Corridor "A" when an enormous
shudder goes through the Shack, causing the lights to blink
and the floor to open beneath Beck.  The jolt knocks him
back into the bilge.  Only grabbing onto the pipes just
above the water stops him from falling back in.

JONES stops and looks back over the missing grating.

		JONES
	Beck!

Jones moves instinctively back for him, but another jolt
only widens the gap.  Beck yells to be heard over the din of
the collapsing Shack.

		BECK
	Go on!

		JONES
	No!

		BECK
	That's an order!

		JONES
	Fuck your orders!

He leaps across the gap onto a remaining grating and thrusts
his hand down into the darkness.  Beck lets go of one hand,
then the other, to grab Jones' extended arm.  In one
Herculean effort Jones pulls him out of the bilge.  Together
they leap across the chasm as the Desalinization Conduit
collapses over their heads and water floods into Corridor "A"
behind them.  They have to go around the other way!

AS THEY RUN

KLAXON HORNS SOUND and a RECORDED FEMALE VOICE warns:  "Five
minutes until implosion..."

FLASH CUTS OF:

THE LIGHTS FLICKER AND FAIL, CAUSING THE EMERGENCY LIGHTING
TO GO ON, AND CASTING AN EERIE STROBE EFFECT ON THE ESCAPING
THREE CREW MEMBERS

FALLING CEILING BEAMS CRASH DOWN IN FRONT AND BEHIND...

SEAMS BEND UNDER THE STRAIN, RIVETS POP...

STRAINING MACHINES SEND SCALDING GEYSERS OF STEAM INTO THE
CORRIDORS...AND SUDDENLY THE FLOOR GIVES WAY BENEATH WILLIE!
She leaps up and grabs an overhanging pipe and swings to the
firm ground.

JONES LEADS THE WAY TOWARD THE SWAMP, WITH WILLIE BEHIND
HIM, AND BECK COVERING THE REAR.

THEY reach the end of the corridor and Willie and Jones turn
into the Swamp Annex.  Willie hits the door opener.  RRRRRR
IT DOESN'T BUDGE.  The pressure has bent the door frame.

BECK ARRIVES

		WILLIE
	It's jammed!

Immediately Beck backtracks to the corridor and pulls a hand
held spreader--like a "Jaws of Life"--from the wall.  He
turns back to the Swamp when a BLACK SCALY ARM SUDDENLY
BURSTS THROUGH THE WIRE MESH OF THE MACHINE FLOOR AND PULLS
BECK AGAINST THE WIRE!  IT IS THE DEJESUS CREATURE.

His head held in place by the powerful arm, Beck looks
almost directly into the dark eyes of the Creature.  Its
gill-like slits flare.  Its mouth opens and we see a flash
of its razor sharp teeth.

Before Beck can move the leech-like appendage ruptures the
steel mesh and its razor-sharp proboscis plunges like a
knife for Beck's face.  At the last instant Beck move his
head and the proboscis slams into the steel mesh.  The mesh
loosens the creature's grip and Beck manages to reach a
mining drill from the tools on the wall.  As the appendage
starts to strike again Beck buries the whining tool into the
Creature's tentacle and breaks free.

Scooping up the spreader Beck rushes to the Swamp door where
Jones and Willie are trying vainly to hand crank the door
open.

		JONES
	Where the hell've you been?

		BECK
	I got hung up!  Try this!

Willie stands back and Beck thrusts the Spreader into the
tiny crack in the door the hand crank had made.  With Jones'
help the two men force open the door and all three rush
inside the SWAMP.  Beck closes the door behind them.

THE RECORDED FEMALE VOICE INTONES:  "Five minutes to
implosion."  And we feel it happening:

THE BILGE WATER ON THE FLOOR OF THE SWAMP RIPPLES WITH THE
VIBRATIONS

THE WALLS SHAKE

THE HUGE METAL SUITS ROCK LIKE CLOTHES ON A CLOTHES LINE.
ONE FALLS AND CRASHES INTO THE WATER

JONES throws open the control panel and grabs the red
handled emergency air switch, but he can only move it half
way!  It is jammed by the pressure.

		JONES
	It won't go!

Willie grabs it with him, but even together it is not
enough.  THE HANDLE BREAKS OFF IN THEIR HANDS!

STEAM JETS WHIP DOWN ON THEM FROM ABOVE!

THE WATER AT THEIR FEET NOW BOILS FROM VIBRATION!

THE FEMALE VOICE INTONES:  "Four minutes..."

BECK TURNS AND SEES THE SUITS IN THE LOCK

He grabs Willie and pushes her toward the Lock where her
suit hangs.

		BECK
	The suits!  Get in them!

Willie moves quickly but Jones doesn't.

		JONES
	The suits!  Are you crazy!
	How're we going to get to
	the surface?

Beck yanks open the equipment locker revealing TANKS OF
COMPRESSED AIR AND DEFLATED CONTAINER TRANSPORTERS.

		BECK
	Like this.

He looks up at Jones who grins with renewed hope and they
begin pulling the equipment out.

		BECK(cont'd)
	Get them in the Lock!

Jones and Beck drag the tanks and the parachute-like
Container transporters to the lock.

ON WILLIE  She climbs into her suit and activates her
generator.  Instantly her Vital Signs spring to life around
the perimeter of her helmet.

THE FEMALE VOICE TREMBLES FROM THE VIBRATIONS..."Three
minutes...to...implosion..."

Beck and Jones throw the last of the supplies onto the
elevator and Beck holds out the SEISMIC TOOL Jones tried to
arm himself with earlier.  He takes the tool from Beck and
sticks it in the vest of his wet suit.

Then suddenly he sees that there are only two suits in the
Lock.  Beck will have to wait on his to move along the track
to the Lock.

		JONES
	Your suit, Becky!

		BECK
	Just get in yours!

Jones climbs onto the Lock platform and slides into his
suit.

Beck hits the Suit track button and his suit begins moving
along the track toward the Lock.  A suit turns the corner
from the storage room followed by one labeled BECK.

Beck looks at the walls, they're shaking harder.  He moves
along the suit rack when suddenly THE CREATURE BURSTS FROM
BEHIND THE SUITS SHATTERING THEM LIKE AN EXPLOSION!  A HUGE
TENTACLE HURLS TOWARD BECK LIKE A SPEAR.

BECK ducks just in time, grabbing a fire ax and chopping off
the appendage.  Another tentacle jabs for Beck.

		WILLIE
		(screams)
	Look out!

But it is too late.  It knocks the ax from Beck's hand and
sends him to the floor.  Beck looks up at the Lock in time to
see Jones seal himself into his suit.

		JONES/RADIO
	I'm in.

		BECK
		(to the others)
	Go!

		WILLIE/RADIO
	No!

THE CREATURE APPROACHES BECK

Beck looks at the others one last time.

		BECK
	Go, now!  That's an order!

Jones hits the elevator button and the Lock closes as the
elevator sends them down without Beck.

BECK stands and arms himself with a mining drill, which he
swings at the Creature driving it back.  As Beck gets the
upper hand, the Creature turns its hideous face and Beck
freezes.  There attached to the back of the Creature's head
is the grotesque face of DeJesus!

DeJesus' eyes suddenly blink.  He's still alive!  His lips
tremble in agony.

		DEJESUS
	Kill me...Kill me!

Beck, momentarily stopped by the face, lunges forward with
the drill and embeds it in the side of the Creature.

As the Creature falls back hurt, Beck looks up at the lock
elevator as it returns--IT IS EMPTY--The others have made it
out!  His suit continues down the track and stops in the
Lock.  He still has to make it, if he can just get there!

THE RECORDED FEMALE VOICE SOUNDS:  "One minute to
implosion..."

Beck races to the Lock and starts to climb into the suit.
His arms slide into place, his legs drop into the heavy
metal shell and as he seals up the back he activates the
generator.

BECK'S POV.  His vital signs light up around the perimeter
of his helmet, but he sees something else--the Creature
charges toward the Lock--its arm reaches out to yank Beck
out of the elevator!  Instinctively, Beck swings his
motorized leg into the Creature's snarling mouth, knocking
it backwards and stunning it long enough for Beck to hit the
elevator button.  BUT IT DOESN'T WORK!

		BECK
	No!

He hits again, still nothing!

THE RECORDED FEMALE VOICE..."Nineteen, eighteen..."  Her
voice begins to quiver.

BECK POUNDS ON THE BUTTON AND LOOKS UP JUST AS THE CREATURE
DIVES FOR HIM, ITS HUGE SCALY HAND GRABBING HIM AROUND
BECK'S LEG!

CLOSE ON THE ELVATOR BUTTON  Beck pounds it one last time
and NNNNNNNNNNNN!

THE LOCK CLOSES, CRUSHING THE CREATURE AS IT FLUSHES BECK
OUTSIDE SECONDS BEFORE THE ENTIRE STRUCTURE COLLAPSES WITH
IMPLOSION AND SUDDENLY EXPLODES IN A HUGE SHUDDER OF ENERGY!

UNDERWATER - LATER

WHOOSH!  A parachute-like Container Transporter zoom toward
the surface.  A heavy-suited crew member flashes past us.
Its helmet light pierces the darkness, then disappears.  A
moment later another Transporter follows, racing out of the
darkness after the first.

BECK'S POV  We see the vital signs lit in a ring around his
helmet.  The depth gauge races past with blinding speed as
he moves closer to the surface.

WILLIE'S POV  She tilts her head upwards.  She snaps off her
light and sees instead of black, a lighter gray, then
suddenly faint traces of light in the water above her.  At
first it seems like her eyes are playing tricks on her, then
we see it again--a glimmer of light.

		WILLIE(RADIO)
	Light.  Beck, I see light!

ON BECK

He follows her look.  Light is coming fast, brightening as
they rise.  The LED numbers inside their helmets click
off..."125, 100, 75..."

		BECK(RADIO)
	Wait till you reach thirty-
	five before you blow your suit...

		WILLIE'S VOICE(RADIO)
	Roger.

WILLIE'S POV  Her numbers count down "....70, 60, 50, 40..."

		WILLIE(RADIO)
	Ejecting.

She yanks at the handle on the chest plate and WHOOSH!  The
plate bursts open and reveals a second interior handle.  Her
hand gropes for it.

SUNLIGHT IS STREAMING DOWN THROUGH THE WATER AS SHE RUSHES
UPWARD.

WHOOSH!  The helmet and torso of the suit are blown open as
she pulls the second lever detaching her from the balloons.

No longer oxygen supported or being pulled upward, Willie
frees herself from the heavy suit and swims to the surface.

SUDDENLY SHE BREAKS THE SURFACE AND CATCHES A GLIMPSE OF THE
SUN, DAZZLING THROUGH A MILLION DROPLETS OF WATER AS A HUGE
SWELL CARRIES HER UP EVEN HIGHER.

Then she's underwater again, struggling desperately to pull
the tab on the life jacket around her neck.  Suddenly a MALE
HAND GRABS THE TAB FOR HER AND PULLS.  She looks up at Beck.

		WILLIE
	We made it!

		BECK
	Where's Jones?

Holding onto each other Willie and Beck ride a swell.  At
the crest WE SEE JONES in the trough below, face down.  Beck
breaks away from Willie and swims through the waves to reach
Jones.  Reaching him Beck pulls his face out of the water
and inflates his life jacket.

		WILLIE
	Is he okay?

Beck lays Jones head back against the life jacket.  For a
moment.  Jones seems lifeless, then his eyes blink and squint
against the sunlight.  Beck turns back to Willie and as he
and Jones ride the next crest he gives her the "thumbs-up."

		WILLIE(cont'd)
		(jubilant)
	The sun!  The sun!

Jones looks at Beck and grins.

		JONES
	What happened to that typhoon?

CALM SEA - LATER

BECK, WILLIE AND JONES cling to each other as they search
the horizon.

		WILLIE
	Are you sure you saw something?

		JONES
	How many times I got to tell
	you.  I saw a ship.

		WILLIE
	Well, why haven't they answered
	our flares?

		BECK
	We'll fire one more, that
	leaves us one last one.

BECK pulls the flare off his latex wet suit and fires it
into the sky casting a comforting yellow glow over the dark
water.  The light fades, Willie looks at Jones.

		WILLIE
	Are you okay, Jonesy?

		JONES
		(weakly)
	Tip top, Willie...tip top.

		WILLIE
		(testing him)
	Who's the best power forward
	in the NBA...Jameson?

		JONES
		(tired, but
		with fight)
	Jameson?  Who are you trying
	to con...?

They both manage a weak laugh, then Beck sees something.

		BECK
	I'll be damned.  Look!...A flare!

As a small swell lifts them up we can see a tiny flare just
fading against the sky.

		WILLIE
	It saw us!

		JONES
	Answer them and quit kicking me!

		WILLIE
	I'm not touching you!

WHOOOOOOOOSH!  Beck fires another flare into the sky.  As the
flare arcs downward, Willie feels another bump and for the
first time sees the SHARKS CIRCLING THEM.

		WILLIE
	No...no, no, no.

The SHARKS tighten the circle as the flare fades.

EXT. U.S. COASTGUARD SHIP'S BRIDGE - SAME

A CAPTAIN watches the flare fade through his binoculars and
speaks to someone O.S.

		CAPTAIN
	I thought you said you'd
	combed this area?

He lowers his binoculars AS WE WIDEN TO REVEAL MARTIN
standing on the bridge.  He also lowers his binoculars and
smiles coolly as he lies.

		MARTIN
	We did....Many times.

		CAPTAIN
		(looks at Martin
		then to a Lieutenant)
	Initiate rescue.

We hold on Martin's face as from

THE FORE DECK OF THE SHIP

A rescue chopper with pontoons lifts off the deck and banks
off toward the fading flare.

OCEAN - SAME

Jones, Willie and Beck stay bunched close together.
Suddenly Willie feels another bump.

		WILLIE
		(panicky)
	It hit me!  Where are they?!

		BECK
	I can't see them!

Suddenly he is bumped by a shark.  Willie sees one only two
feet away.  They are surrounded.  Suddenly Jones stare to
taunt the sharks aggressively.

		JONES
	All right!  I've had enough
	of this shit!  You want meat,
	motherfucker?  Come on, eat
	me, sucker, try some dark meat!

He pushes away from the group despite Beck's attempt to stop
him.

		JONES(cont'd)
		(taunting sharks)
	What's wrong you snout-nosed
	bastards?  My meat too tough
	for you?!

Amazingly the sharks begin to disappear.  Willie and Beck
watch stunned.  Even Jones is surprised.

		JONES(cont'd)
		(to Willie and Beck)
	Whoa!  Did you see those fools
	run?  They know whose boss.

He jabs his arm upward in triumph and for the first time WE
SEE a gash across his forearm.

UNDERWATER POV

As Jones crows triumphantly, WE SUDDENLY SEE HIS WET SUIT
RIPPING ALONG HIS THIGHS!

SURFACE/OCEAN

Jones is chortling, suddenly his smile vanishes, something
is happening...

WE hear the DRONE OF THE APPROACHING HELICOPTER...THUMP,
THUMP, THUMP...The blades of the helicopter sound out over
the waves.  It's lights are visible.  Willie and Beck wave
frantically as Jones drifts closer to them!

UNDERWATER

JONES' LEGS  His wet suit is now completely split open and
WE SEE THE BLACK SCALES SPREADING!

THE HELICOPTER

hovers over the group below and lands on the water.  Its
blades beat the surface into waves.  The WINCH OPERATOR
hurls out a rescue harness and Beck helps Willie into the
ring.  He CLICKS the fastener and suddenly they both lock
eyes.  Before Willie can say anything Beck falls back and
signals the Winch operator who begins hauling her to safety.
Immediately Beck locks back at Jones and extends his arm.

		BECK
	Jonesy...Give me your hand!

WILLIE reaches the helicopter and quickly climbs out of the
harness.  The Winch operator throws it back across the water
where

BECK grabs the harness.

		BECK
	C'mon, Jones!

Jones reaches out his hand.  He is almost there WHEN
SUDDENLY RISING OUT OF THE WATER BEHIND THEM IS THE
SIXPACK/BOWMAN CREATURE IN ALL ITS HIDEOUS GLORY!  HUGE AND
GRUESOME, ITS LONG TEETH GLIMMER IN THE LIGHT.  IT GOES FOR
BECK BUT JONES MOVES BETWEEN THEM.

		BECK
	Jonesy, No!

		JONES
	Get out of here, Becky!

The Creature grabs Jones and pulls him violently under.
Beck watches horrified as his friend disappears.  Numbed he
clips the rescue harness around him when suddenly, WE SEE a
boiling of water where Jones disappeared...bubbles
rising...and then Jones' bloody and tattered life vest bobs
to the surface several feet away from Beck.

Beck reaches out for it just as the Creature appears again!
It turns and focuses on Beck.  Beck keeps going for the life
vest as the Creature starts for him.

ON HELICOPTER

The Winch operator and Willie watch in horror as the
Creature bears down on Beck.

		WINCH OPERATOR
	Is he in the harness!

CLOSE ON JONES' TATTERED VEST  Beck reaches it.  His fingers
wrap around the bicycle pump-like, seismic tool in Jones'
vest pocket.  The Creature is right on top of him!

CHUNK, CHUNK, Beck cocks it like a pump shotgun as tentacles
rise wickedly out of the water and wrap around Beck's body
in a death grip.  It's horrible mouth starts to open.

		BECK
	C'mon, motherfucker open up!

The Creature's mouth widens and as it starts to strike Beck
thrusts the seismic tool into its gaping maw and is suddenly
pulled from behind--out of the creature's grasp!  The rescue
cable is taut!  The helicopter is taking off!

BECK'S POV/ RISING SHOT.  Beck rises suddenly out of the
water, the Creature growing instantly smaller below him
until BOOM! the Seismic device explodes in the
Sixpack/Bowman Creature, blowing it to bits across the ocean
surface!  The shock wave sends the helicopter banking off
toward the ship with Beck safely attached by cable below it.
The winch operator pulls him in.

EXT. COAST GUARD SHIP - LATER

Beck, dressed now in crisp white clothes, stands on deck of
the ship.  He glances occasionally at a door nearby marked
INFIRMARY, then looks up as the Captain approaches and
shakes his hand.

		CAPTAIN
	Mr. Beck, I understand
	you passed your physical with
	flying colors.  And Ms. Williams?

		BECK
		(worried)
	I don't know yet, she's still
	in there.

		CAPTAIN
	Well, you'll be glad to know
	you have a friend onboard.

Beck looks up surprised as suddenly Martin joins them.

		MARTIN
		(excitedly)
	Beck!  I told them you'd
	make it.  No one back at
	TransOcean believed me, but
	I never gave up on you once.
		(smiling)
	So, how are you feeling?

Beck looks at Martin for an instant then hauls off and in
one incredibly smooth punch knocks Martin on his can across
the deck.

		BECK
	Better...A lot better.

Just then the door to the infirmary opens and Willie appears
with a new outfit on.  Smiles at Beck.

		WILLIE
	I'm fine!

Beck lets out a slight sigh of relief as a STEWARD
approaches with a tray of WHOLE COOKED FISH, HIDEOUS LOOKING
THINGS LIKE ANGLERS, LOBSTERS, CRABS...MINIATURE LEVIATHAN.
The sight is almost too intense for Beck and Willie.  The
Captain notices.

		CAPTAIN
	I thought we might have some
	wonderful seafood.  But, if there's
	something else you'd rather have...

Willie stares at the tray of seafood uneasily then looks at
the Captain and smiles.

		WILLIE
	How about a burger and fries?

She and Beck laugh as they sit at a finely set table on the
deck with the Captain.

AS WE PULL BACK the ship becomes smaller and smaller in the
distance and WE ARE AT THE

SURFACE OF THE OCEAN

riding the swells, rising and falling before slipping
beneath the waves and descending again into the cold
depths.

THE END

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