Leviathan Page #7
BOWMAN:
(not taking her eyes off
the screen, answers him)
The weather's good, I already
checked, but I'll be off in a minute.
WILLIE:
(to Jones)
Hey, Jonesy, who's the best power
forward in the NBA...Jameson?
JONES:
Jameson? Who're you trying to
con?
They grin at each other--a standing joke and Jones leaves.
DORMITORY:
Jones enters the Dorm with his snack and tosses a can of
Coke across the room to DeJesus.
JONES:
Hey, Hazy! We got a day off
tomorrow, Kemosabi! Let's get
sh*t-faced!
DEJESUS catches the can and pops the top sending a shower of
carbonation all over Cobb under the sunlamp.
JONES(cont'd)
Little Wild Turkey?
Cobb wipes the Coke from his sunglasses and shakes his head.
DEJESUS:
No, man, Cobb is a Chivas drinker,
from way back. Ain't that right
Cobbie?
Jones and DeJesus laugh and take long pulls on their Cokes.
Cobb turns and watches them. This is obviously a nightly
ritual.
COBB:
You guys are crazy. What
the hell you play that stupid
game for?
DEJESUS:
(acting drunk)
What game, Cobb?...I'm on
my way to Nirvana...
COBB:
You're on your way somewhere
all right...the looney bin.
DEJESUS:
(laughing)
I'm on the way to the looney
bin? Hey, man, I'm not the dude
sun bathing in his clothes.
INT. SIXPACK'S BUNK - SAME
CLOSE ON The Pet of the Month as she smirks coyly from the
centerfold, her body twisted into an awkward position
representing mad desire.
Sixpack closes his privacy door then smirks back at the
photo.
SIXPACK:
Oh, Darlin'...come sit on
my face...
He stirs in the bed and adjusts his pillow and SCREAMS! The
SEA SPIDER is suddenly right there on his shoulder, dead.
Sixpack sits bolt upright in his bunk and slams his head
against the roof of the bunk, then stumbles out screaming.
He hits the floor and rams his foot into a table and screams
in more pain.
The whole dorm looks up amazed, Cobb takes off his
sunglasses, even Jones and DeJesus temporarily "sober up" to
stare.
SIXPACK:
That b*tch!
MESS:
Sixpack storms into the Mess with the dead Sea Spider. He
points angrily at his bleeding foot. Jones and DeJesus move
up to watch.
SIXPACK:
(moving into room)
B*tch! Look what you did!
WILLIE:
(imitating Sixpack)
Sorry, darling...Just thought a
little humor would loosen us all
up...you know?...
Everyone laughs, but Sixpack. He has revenge in his eyes.
He holds out the ugly, limp creature and advances toward
Willie.
SIXPACK:
You think you're so funny?
Wait till you taste this!
As he pushes the dead creature into her face BECK'S VOICE
behind him makes him freeze.
BECK'S VOICE(O.S.)
That's enough!
Everybody turns to see Beck standing in the doorway.
SIXPACK:
Look at my foot, sir! This
b*tch put a goddamn sea
monster in my bunk!
BECK:
(cold as ice)
How do you know it was Williams?
SIXPACK:
(trapped)
Huh? I...uh...uh...
BECK:
All right, Sixpack, you and
Williams are gonna pull water
duty tomorrow--
SIXPACK AND WILLIE
(protesting)
Bullshit! What?! She...He...
BECK:
(cutting them off)
At ease! You both have a half
day...Anymore sh*t and its a full
one.
CLOSE ON BLACKBOARD/ MESS - MORNING
SCREECH! Chalk on the blackboard as Bowman writes "2" in
place of yesterday's "3" over the neatly lettered words
"Days Till Pickup."
Jones, sitting next to Cobb, looks up from his tray of
cereal and holds his head in mock misery.
JONES:
Oooooh. Damn! Not so loud.
Turn down the music.
COBB:
What music? There ain't no
music.
DeJesus enters holding his head and sits on the other side
of Cobb.
DEJESUS:
Oooooh.
Cobb looks from one man to the other, realizing what they're
doing.
COBB:
You know it's really crazy to
pretend to be drunk, but it's
f***ing insane to pretend
to have a hangover.
BOWMAN:
(to Jones and DeJesus)
Your "hangovers" made you miss
the Sixpack Good Morning Show.
(imitating Sixpack)
"No goddamn boy is going to make
me go out on a down day."
JONES:
(grinning)
Yeah? How'd the kid hold up?
COBB:
(pleased)
Pretty good. He sent them
out videotaping outcrop.
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