Leviathan Page #3

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:

Sh*t...

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:

F*** 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 p*ssy and drinking brew...

COBB:

Eating p*ssy 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 f***ing 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

f***ing 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 f*** '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...

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