Leviathan Page #12

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)

Sh*t, 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 f*** 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

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