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Norman stands beside, him writing in his notebook.

HARRY:

What is that? That noise?

NORMAN:

What noise?

HARRY:

It's like...

ANGLE ON Norman's pen - as he stops writing, the NOISE stops.

Harry sighs. Norman looks down at his pen.

NORMAN:

Harry, can you tell me about the

sphere?

HARRY:

What are you still doing here?

NORMAN:

You remember opening the door?

HARRY:

You were all supposed to leave. You

weren't supposed to stay down here.

NORMAN:

Tell me about the door. Do you

remember how you opened the door to

the sphere?...Harry?

HARRY:

You don't understand about the

sphere.

NORMAN:

Then explain it to me.

Harry pauses, staring almost like a frightened little boy.

HARRY:

Norman?

NORMAN:

What is it, Harry?

HARRY:

What happens on page 87? Have you

ever read page 87?

NORMAN:

Page 87 of what, Harry?

HARRY:

I could never read that far. I never

wanted to.

NORMAN:

That far in what, Harry?

Harry doesn't say anything. Norman waiting...

HARRY:

You shouldn't be here, Norman. It's

too dangerous for you and the others

to be down here.

INT. BATHROOM/SHOWER FACILITIES

Beth comes out from behind a vinyl shower curtain. A towel wrapped

around her.

BARNES (O.S.)

Beth -- I wanted to have a word with

you...

Barnes washes his hands at the sink, looking at her in the mirror in

front of him.

BARNES:

Back at the door -- I asked you to

back away.

BETH:

Yeah. I heard you.

BARNES:

There are procedures, Beth, that I

want followed. My procedures. And

considering what's going on, I want

you to follow them very closely.

BETH:

(a beat)

Forgive me. I've never read the Navy

manual. I wonder what it says about

bathroom and shower procedures.

He walks to the door, then turns.

BARNES:

And Beth, one other thing. I'd like

from now on for you to address me as

Captain or sir in front of the men.

INT. HABITAT HALLWAY

A LONG CORRIDOR - LOOKING into the cafeteria...

INT. CAFETERIA

Harry is eating at a table, seems more relaxed. The team members

around him, eating too. Beth, cold. Harry sprinkles salt on the dish

of food in the middle.

TED:

Hey, go easy on the salt, will ya?

We're not a bunch of icy streets

here.

HARRY:

Salt's good for you, Ted. Helps you

from getting impotent.

TED:

Impotent? I'm not impotent.

NORMAN:

(off food)

These aren't half bad, Fletcher. You

might have a second career coming.

HARRY:

What are they?

FLETCHER:

Squid...

Harry stops mid-chew. Frightened.

FLETCHER:

...there was a whole flock of them

out there earlier. It's strange.

It's dead down here, and then all of

a sudden --

Harry drops his fork. He begins COUGHING. HACKING. CHOKING loudly.

GAGGING. He HACKS out the squid from his mouth...

CUT TO:

INT. HABITAT CORRIDOR

A long, empty corridor. All is quiet.

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON A MONITOR -- a series of numbers:

00032125262632 032629 301321 04261037 18 3016 06180

82132 2903305 1822 04261013 0830162137 1604 4298756

08301632125262632 032629 301321 04261037 18 3016 06

82132 2903305 1822 04261013 0830162137 1604 4268756

08301632125262632 032629 301321 04261037 18 3016 06

82132 2903305 1822 04261013 0830162137 1604 0830164

NORMAN:

When did it come across?

EDMUNDS:

Minutes ago. Harry's trying to

decode it in his room now.

NORMAN:

Where's it coming from?

EDMUNDS:

No idea. We have no surface support.

It transmitted too fast to be coming

from underwater.

NORMAN:

Is it coming from our own computer?

EDMUNDS:

Harry thinks it's some sort of

discharge from our own system, but

I've seen it discharge before -- and

it didn't look anything like this.

EXT. HABITAT - UNDERWATER

SWARMS of pretty, pink JELLYFISH. Everywhere.

FROM UNDER THE HABITAT - Fletcher swims up to them with a net. It's

beautiful. Eerie. Almost idyllic.

INT. LIVING QUARTERS

Harry, on his bunk with decoding papers in his hands, turns to Norman,

entering the room.

NORMAN:

Getting anywhere with those?

HARRY:

There's some sort of pattern here.

It'll take a minute.

NORMAN:

Have you looked outside? Jellyfish.

Everywhere. I hate jellyfish.

(sits on the table)

Harry, what happened in the

cafeteria?

HARRY:

Don't do this. Don't psychoanalyze

me. I hate squid. Period. Just like

you hate jellyfish.

NORMAN:

You said something to me, before --

about how we were all going to die.

HARRY:

Did I?

NORMAN:

You don't remember that?

HARRY:

I don't remember much. It's like my

memory is on the tip of my tongue --

but I can't taste any of it. Funny,

my senses are much keener though.

Purer. Hearing, seeing, smelling.

Like, I can smell your sheets,

Norman. You tried to wash it out

earlier, But I can still smell the

urine.

(beat)

Don't worry, I'm not going to tell

the others. It's normal, really,

isn't it? In a crisis. The stress.

The panic.

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