Leviathan Page #5

THE DORMITORY - SAME

Small but functional. The bunks can be closed-off with a

privacy door. Photographs and bumper stickers on the walls

of the bunks provide the only personal touches in an

otherwise sterile environment.

Willie's bunk is wallpapered in detailed interplanetary

maps; Sixpack's privacy door has a bumper sticker which

proclaims:
"I MAY BE FAT, BUT YOU'RE UGLY AND I CAN DIET."

DeJesus' has posters of the Alps, and the Rockies; Bowman's

has clipped pages from "Gourmet" of meals she dreams for;

Cobb's has nothing, as if perfectly content to be where he

is instead of somewhere else. Inside Jones' bunk is an

indoor basketball goal.

Bowman and Sixpack scrub down the walls of the dorm with a

sponge and pail. Sixpack pauses and smirks, his eyes on

Bowman's chest.

SIXPACK:

Christ...what a pair...

BOWMAN:

(sharply)

What was that? What'd you say?

SIXPACK:

I said, "What a pair" the

boy wonder Shack Boss and his

drunken doctor buddy make...

(innocently)

Why? What did ya think I said?

CORRIDOR "A" - SAME

Jones and Cobb are kneeling in a corridor, unfastening a big

plate on the floor with a power wrench. Overhead a huge

plexiglass conduit flows with water from the desalinization

system. The interior wall of the corridor is meshed wire

exposing the throbbing machine floor of the Shack.

Cobb removes the last bolt and Jones lifts off the

floorplate exposing the guts of the shack--the BILGE--dark

and wet. Without the plate the RATTLE in the air system is

much louder and sinister.

JONES:

Listen to it for Christsake.

COBB:

Ah, it's just old, like me.

You don't see the Doc opening

me up every time I get a new creak

in my joints...I say, as long as

it's recycling the air let

the next shift deal with it.

But, 'long as we're here...

He pulls a retractable ladder from inside the hole and drops

it down into the wet darkness, without hesitating he climbs

down, stopping at the bottom to look up at Jones. Jones

seems in no hurry to accompany him.

COBB(cont'd)

You gonna sit there on your

butt or give me a hand?

Jones reluctantly starts down after him.

BECK'S QUARTERS - SAME

Beck in his quarters. He seems to be talking to himself but

as we move around him we see he is talking to a video

monitor. On screen we see MARTIN, 30's, a slick

bureaucratic executive with TransOcean Corp. whose face is

all we see on the video monitor.

BECK:

Two hundred and fifty-two

tons of Magnesium and 15 tons

of Sodium.

MARTIN:

(taking notes)

Sounds like a good week, Beck.

In fact...I put your folder

in front of the Vice President

of District Operations last night...

Beck stops. Martin notices his concern.

MARTIN(cont'd)

You're good executive timber,

Beck. A lot of management trainees

wash out when they have to go under

for their first tour. But you've done well.

BECK:

(smiles, relieved)

Thank you, Martin.

MARTIN:

Don't thank me, yet, but it is

important to know where you're

going and who your friends are...

'Know what I mean?

He stares hard at Beck, but doesn't wait for an answer.

MARTIN(cont'd)

The one thing I've learned in

this company is you can't have

enough friends. It's the only

way to survive.

CLOSE ON A BOOM BOX/ LOWER RING CORRIDOR - SAME

The boom box sitting on a wall pipe is blaring John Denver's

Rocky Mountain High.

DeJesus is singing along loudly in his thick accent as he

works on the intercom system. He finishes, closing a metal

box which says:
ONBOARD COMMUNICATIONS.

SWAMP - SAME

ON WILLIE She has connected DeJesus' suit to the diagnostic

computer and is going through the computerized

checkpoints--an electronic list of literally hundreds of

possible problems.

WILLIE:

(to herself)

Probably a short.

Suddenly, the computer pauses on one: It says: Electrical

Short.

WILLIE(cont'd)

Good guess, Williams.

She types in a "help" command and the computer screen

displays an electrical circuit pattern that would leave most

Electrical Engineers baffled. Willie hardly bats an eye.

WILLIE(cont'd)

Piece of cake.

She immediately opens the circuit panel on DeJesus' suit and

pulls the laser soldering iron out of her tool belt. With

two quick spot welds she repairs the short, then replaces

the panel. Finished, Willie presses the control switch and

the suits begin to move along the track. A new suit rounds

the corner toward us. It says SIXPACK.

THE BILGE - SAME

The walls are dark and moist. Water drips from the pipes.

The rattle in the air system continues loudly as Jones leans

over and hands Cobb another tool. Crouched in the humming

machinery, Cobb spits his wad of chewing gum into a greasy

hand, kneads it a couple of times, then grins at Jones.

COBB:

Okay, watch this..

THE SWAMP - SAME

The monotonous clatter of the air system is the only sound

in the gloomy SWAMP as the huge suit labeled SIXPACK stops

directly in front of Willie. She reaches up to open the

pocket latch when she stops...listening. THE NOISE IN THE

AIR SYSTEM HAS STOPPED.

THE BILGE - SAME

Jones looks incredulously at Cobb. He can't believe that's

all it took. Cobb starts gathering up the tools.

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