Leviathan Page #14

WILLIE:

Must be bad. Even sick

Sixpack never missed a meal.

DEJESUS:

It's this f***ing 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 f***ing

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.

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