Leviathan Page #2

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, sh*t...

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:

F*** 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 f*** 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 f***ing toe of his suit

...ocean came in and the

pressure crammed his whole

f***ing body up into his helmet.

They just buried his helmet.

DEJESUS:

(coldly)

I know all about implosion, man.

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