Red Water Page #3

Now's your chance.

God, it's like a scene | from Deliverance.

Relax, Gene, nobody's gonna | make you squeal like a pig.

- Why do you have to yank his chain? | - He just makes it too damn easy.

You never took me | to the bayou before.

You never wanted to come.

But there is a certain charm | to the simple life, no?

Dance?

I didn't come here to dance.

That's my girl, all business.

That's what this is about, | John, business.

Okay.

You know I'm gonna have | to dive for samples in the cove.

- Any chance I'll wind up shark food? | - I doubt it.

Okay, let's ask.

Well, what'd he say last night? | Has that thing gone out to sea or not?

Grand Vieux says there's a legend | called Le Gardien de L 'Anse Noire.

Kind of a spirit that protects | the Black Cove.

With all due respect, | I was referring to a shark...

...not some spirit in a folktale.

Maybe the shark's the form | that spirit takes.

Or maybe Grand Vieux | is just a crazy old Cajun.

Don't mind Emery. He's got one foot | in the 21 st century, one in the 18th.

Hey, at least I got laid last night.

Take care, my brother.

Grand Vieux says they got | another name for that spirit:

Les Mchoires du Mort.

- Translation? | - The Jaws of Death.

- Are you serious? | - No, he's just hung-over.

Keep a sharp lookout.

If we're lucky, we'll encounter | Ursus americanus luteolus...

...the rare and endangered | Louisiana black bear.

Damn! They can see | a quarter from the moon...

...but they can't make a cell phone | work in the bayou.

- What? | - Nothing but a bunch of...

...muck and crawfish.

So, Jerry, you wouldn't be | honking our geese, would you?

Come on, guys. | It's been five years.

Every spring, the rains come, | change the course of the river.

I'm doing the best I can, | all right?

I'm gonna say this one time. | Your best better get better.

What are you waiting for? | You're going to kill me anyway.

Send me home to mama, b*tch.

- Come on! Come on. | - Cool it! Back off.

Nobody's gonna kill you, | Jeremiah, okay?

Now, you're a standup | kind of guy, right?

Get with the program...

...and maybe you'll come out | of this with a little compensation.

Look.

We've got company.

Here come the bigwigs. | I should've shined my boots.

- How'd the Global team beat us here? | - We shouldn't have stopped.

- Ahoy. | - Ahoy, Hank.

What happened to your hair?

Wife, kids, two dogs | and a mother-in-law.

Here you go.

- Hi, Hank. | - Dr. Raymond.

Welcome back, John.

Thanks.

- Who are those guys? | - Not a clue, Mr. Bradley.

They must have slipped in last night. | They were here when we woke up.

This is Discovery's lease.

Why don't you tell them | to vacate the area.

It's not in my job description, sir.

Heavenly, isn't it?

Nature exists in perfect harmony...

...free from war and corruption.

Then man comes along | and spoils everything.

- Can I get a shot of you on the bridge? | - Sure.

So far, we've been able | to protect this refuge...

...but now some big oil company | has moved in.

We're suing, organizing protests.

We're going to stop the aggression! | We're going to save this sanctuary.

We're going to preserve | the peaceful serenity...

Damn.

Last dive today.

- Why? | - Too much bottom time.

You get bubbles in your blood.

How's the volume?

Still below 3000, | but looks like the mud is rising.

You don't wanna be here | if it gets into the red.

- Blowout? | - Don't say that word.

Don't even think it.

Just let me know | if the level gets close.

According to the spectro...

...I should be drilling into | the heart of the trap.

But all the cuttings | are still impermeable.

- Any signs of hydrocarbons? | - Only traces.

That Global team's just waiting | for us to drop the ball.

What do you want to do?

- How far down? | - Five-five.

- Let's change the BHA. | - What do you have in mind?

I think we might have missed | the reservoir.

We'll change the drill string, | put in some flex...

...come back through here.

- Give me a couple hours? | - Thank you, Hank.

All right, boys! | We're tripping out the drill!

Where are they?

What do you need?

My specimen cups. | I can't find my specimen cups.

Thank you.

So, what kind of samples you taking?

Water, sediment...

...crawfish are always | a good indicator.

I'll live.

- Hey, Kel. | - What?

I checked the sonar.

Nothing bigger than | a largemouth bass.

I'll keep an eye on it. | If I see anything, I'll flash the floods.

Kelli, while you're down there, | do a little recon on those Global boys.

Okay.

You think they're looking for oil | with metal detectors?

What else?

Some lady, isn't she?

Do me a favour, Gene. | Don't talk about my wife.

Ex-wife!

Loser.

Ahoy, Atchafalaya Queen!

Hey, buddy!

There was a shark attack. | You might want to tell your divers.

Suit yourself.

Where the hell is Brett?

How should I know? | What am I, his dive buddy?

Maybe he found a mermaid.

Help! John, help!

I found him passed out.

- Are you okay? | - Yeah.

All right, let's get him in the boat.

Okay. Okay, buddy.

Nasty.

You have no idea.

What's your name?

Vanrooyen. Brett Vanrooyen.

Easy.

Who you with? | You're with Global, right?

- What is he talking about? | - Global.

Only the world's third largest | oil company.

- You're their advance team, right? | - Wrong.

- You're trespassing on our lease. | - My apologies.

- I want you out of here! | - Give it a rest! He could have died.

It's none of my business. | This used to be a free country...

...but what are you diving for? | - Sunken treasure, of course.

Yo, Brett! You okay, dog?

- Permission to board? | - Granted.

Thanks.

Damn, homey! Was it a shark?

No. No, it was a Pontiac.

This is our lease.

It gives us exclusive rights | to the entire cove.

We're not looking for oil.

Just a little recreational diving. | We'll be gone tomorrow.

I'm ordering you to vacate | this area immediately.

Who you giving orders, fool?

What, you a cop? | You 5-0? Popo, what?

Hey. Come on, Gene. | Just let them do their thing.

Get your hand off me.

I'm calling the Basin Police.

Yo, homey! Hey!

Get your ass off that ladder | before I knock you off.

Who you giving orders, fool?

God.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Great. | - Yeah, now what?

- Are you okay? | - Anybody else wanna play?

I got more game. | Inbred, lose the knife.

You two, get your asses down here! | Think I'm playing?

Get your big-head ass down here!

Get your hands up! | Get your hands up!

- Stop yelling. | - What?

Shut up and listen.

Chopper.

- Everybody inside the cabin. | - You heard the man...

...because if we get popped, | all y'all gonna die.

Take her down.

Close the curtains. | Stay out of sight.

Shut up!

They can't hear us.

Ahoy, Captain Danders. | It's Dale Landry.

You aboard, John?

You Sanders?

Get rid of him...

...and don't give my friend | a reason to start shooting...

...because he doesn't need much.

Howdy, John. | You had me worried there, son.

Where is everybody?

Lunch? Okay.

Whatever you do, | stay out of the water.

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