Leviathan Page #18
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 sh*t!
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!
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