Leviathan Page #4

JONES:

Uh, oh...I see where this

is going...

BECK:

(ignoring Jones)

...all of you owe time and I

thought tonight would be a good

time to---

COBB:

(erupting)

No way, Mister Beck! No

f***ing way! We just did a

full shift, you can't call

Shack duty on top of a full

shift. It's a contract violation!

JONES:

Whooo! Right on, Cobb! Let's

hear it for our shop Steward!

SIXPACK:

Hear that Becky, er, Mr. Beck?

Company got to abide by the rules.

FIVE FACES STARE AT BECK. THEY'RE LOOKING FOR WEAKNESS.

THIS IS A CHALLENGE TO HIS AUTHORITY.

BECK:

I know all about the contract.

The point is you can follow the

goddamn contract to the letter and pull

your shack duty tomorrow...or you

can get it done tonight and call

tomorrow a down day. It's up to you.

This leaves the group momentarily speechless. Even DeJesus

comes out of his stupor.

DEJESUS:

You giving us a day off?

Beck nods. Cobb eyes him suspiciously.

COBB:

What about our quota?

BECK:

You're only twenty-five

tons off quota. Barring an

unforeseen problem you should

reach it easily on the last day.

(he looks at the group)

It's just a day off. You don't

have to take it, I just thought it

might help.

The others look around for agreement but Jones doesn't need

anyone else's approval, he's already made up his mind.

JONES:

Count me in.

Bowman nods her head also and the others unanimously agree.

Buoyed, Beck moves ahead, businesslike...

BECK:

Cobb, Jones, I want you to do

something about that damn rattle

in the air system...

(to Bowman and Sixpack)

Bowman and Sixpack...living quarters...

SIXPACK:

(disgustedly)

Sh*t...

BECK:

Williams...get DeJesus' suit on

the "sick rack" and do a diagnostics.

(to group)

Any other suit problems she should

know about?

Sixpack suddenly looks up as the group disperses.

SIXPACK:

(to Willie)

My pocket. Check my pocket,

will ya, honey?

WILLIE:

(annoyed)

Your pocket?

SIXPACK:

The latch is screwed up. Or

the hinge.

WILLIE:

(disgusted)

Right.

LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

ON BECK He starts out of the Mess and by chance finds

himself walking with Willie. Beck is obviously

uncomfortable with the crew, even after 28 days together.

She smiles, friendly, at ease.

WILLIE:

You did good...

BECK:

(a little surprised)

What?

WILLIE:

Today...with DeJesus. That

was smart thinking to get him

inside...

BECK:

There probably wasn't anything

wrong with his suit...

WILLIE:

Still...you did the right thing.

She turns off toward the Swamp, leaving Beck with the tiny,

but honest compliment. He savors it.

THE SWAMP - LATER

The "Swamp" (where DeJesus came up), is ankle deep in greasy

bilgewater. The door slides open, Willie enters, and

switches on a bank of fluorescent lights. The room is

spooky even with the lights. The giant machine suits, we

saw earlier outside, hang from racks like sleeping monsters.

Willie straps on a utility belt and checks her tools--a

motorized screwdriver, a power wrench, a long-necked,

laser-tipped soldering iron(looks like a long-necked

screwdriver)--then splashes through the bilge water to the

control switch and hits the START button.

NNNNNNNNNN. A motor moves one of the suits along the track

toward Willie. As it turns the corner toward us we see it

says:
DEJESUS.

DOC'S OFFICE - SAME

Beck opens the door to Doc's quarters and we see Doc putting

on a fresh shirt. A man in his 50's, he must have once been

quite handsome and intelligent, but has now gone to seed.

DOC:

I must have dozed off.

Beck looks on the cabinet and sees a bottle of Old Granddad

Whiskey. He picks it up.

DOC(cont'd)

Snakebite medicine...Never

pack my bag without it.

Beck doesn't smile. He puts the bottle back down and Doc

watches him in the mirror.

BECK:

Are you planning on working tomorrow?

DOC:

Well, I'll be on the golf course

in the morning. Then, if I don't

have any babies to deliver--

BECK:

(cutting him off)

We almost had an accident today.

DeJesus' suit...

The Doc stops buttoning his shirt and locks eyes with Beck.

DOC:

You got something to say to me, son?...

Beck definitely has something to say, but confronted, he

falters.

BECK:

I...I think it's important to

have the second officer on deck.

Doc smiles, and goes back to buttoning his shirt.

DOC:

I'll keep it to nine holes

in the morning.

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