The Big Blue Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 168 min
- $80,804
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DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ITALIAN VILLAGE STREET - DAY
The image is now in color.
A rocky pink cliff over looks the very bright sea which
fills the screen.
SUPERIMPOSED:
1987 SICILYALFREDO runs (skips) up the cobbled street as fast as he
can go, surprisingly fast.
He runs to the large terrace of a restaurant which he
enters. We have time to read the sign carrying the
restaurant's name: "LA MAMMA".
INT. RESTAURANT - DAY
ALFREDO skips in. He is panting, covered in sweat. His
panic is palpable. The whole room watches him approach a
long table where a large family is having a birthday party
for a very old lady.
He has to stop a second and catch his breath before he can
get the words out. Then leans over and whispers in the
ear of a great big man -- around 30 -- built like a bull,
The man listens, then stiffens.
EXT. HARBOR - CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
A beat-up FIAT, towing an equally beat-up trailer, stops.
ENZO unfolds out of the driver's seat, like a circus clown
emerging from a toy car.
The construction SUPERVISOR, an American, wearing a three
piece suit, hurries over to him.
ENZO has already started undressing. ROBERTO unloads the
diving gear from the trailer.
SUPERVISOR:
(exhausted)
Signore Molinari?
ROBERTO:
(shaking his hand)
Yes.
ENZO:
(calmly undressing,
expressionless)
How did it happen?
SUPERVISOR:
(upset)
The company asked me to extract
everything I could from the wreck;
so the divers were trying to get
at the engine... and then the boat
turned over... in the current...
and... look, I f***ed up! Can you
help?
ENZO:
How many are, down there?
ENZO goes back to the car.
SUPERVISOR:
Just one... We're feeding him air,
but he's not breathing regularly...
You've got to get him out fast.
ENZO glances at the map, then at the accident site.
ENZO:
(a beat)
Ten thousand.
SUPERVISOR:
Lira?
ENZO:
Dollars.
SUPERVISOR:
You're going to hold me up at a
time like this?
ROBERTO:
You do understand you're talking
to the champion diver of the world?
SUPERVISOR:
Yes, but ten thousand dollars...
ENZO opens the trunk of his FIAT and pulls out the jack.
He slams the trunk shut, and stands looking at the American,
straight in the eyes.
ENZO:
Okay. You tell me. How much would
you say the man's life is worth?
Extremely uncomfortable, the SUPERVISOR doesn't answer.
ENZO:
In my village, we have a saying:
when the wind blows, the flags of
all nations flap in the same
direction.
SUPERVISOR:
(baffled)
What does that mean?
ROBERTO:
That you should get your checkbook.
Damn quick.
EXT. UNFINISHED PIER - ENZO
He's at the end of the pier, his feet dangling in the muddy
water of the port. A few feet away a pump sends air HISSING
through a rubber tube to the diver trapped below.
ENZO inhales steadily, his chest heaving like a bellow.
He carefully puts his spectacles inside his shoes, dons
his flippers, etc., with his usual flair of suspense.
Behind him the SUPERVISOR and other construction workers
watch expectantly. ROBERTO heaves a stone weight into the
bay, a cable attached to it plays out from a drum on the
pier.
ENZO ignoring everyone, grabs the ordinary tire jack, flip-
flops over to the now taut cable, the stone has hit bottom.
He takes a deep breath and dives into the bay.
UNDERWATER - WRECK
ENZO dives down a chimney of muck. Picks his way over and
around every hazard, until he reaches the diver, trapped
under a huge piece of debris.
He pats his shoulder to comfort him, he then inserts the
tire jack under a piece of concrete... And, as if he were
changing a tire, begins to pump the handle...
Slowly, in a swirl of mud and water, the chunk of debris
rises off the diver's leg.
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
Everyone is staring at the water silently, suspensefully.
The SUPERVISOR has his checkbook in hand, but has completely
forgotten it, intent upon what's going on underwater.
ROBERTO taps him on the shoulder.
ROBERTO:
Since we have a little time, what
do you say you write that check?
UNDERWATER - WRECK
ENZO cuts the cables tangled around the diver's torso.
Then he takes off his flippers, plants his bare feet on
the concrete, grabs the diver by the shoulders and pulls
him free.
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