The Big Blue Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 168 min
- $80,804
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The diver drops the air tube and climbs as quickly as
possible toward the surface.
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
The diver surfaces, gasping for breath. A cheer goes up
from the crowd. Several men hurry to pull him onto dry
land. But there is no sign of ENZO. Everyone waits,
breathless.
ROBERTO:
(to the Supervisor)
Sign here.
Suddenly, ENZO appears, burst out of the water, holding
his flippers up in the air like a trophy. The onlookers
cheer, help him out of the water, slapping him on the back.
ENZO tosses the jack and his flippers to ROBERTO.
Impassive and silent, he slips his arms into the prize
fighter's robe that ROBERTO holds out for him, walks
solemnly back to his car.
ROBERTO takes the check and walks over to the car. ENZO
bends down into the car and opens the roof.
SUPERVISOR:
(through the open
roof smiling)
Thanks, thanks a lot. I mean that
too... You extortionist bastard!
The car rushes off. In the distance we see a police
(carabinieri) car and an old fire engine rolling in the
direction of the construction site.
ENZO'S car drives past them. ENZO looks at ROBERTO out of
the corner of his eye, then suddenly explodes with joy.
ENZO:
Dollars, Roberto! We took him for
ten thousand dollars!
ROBERTO whoops and whistles. ENZO reaches over and leans
on the horn. The little car races by and finally stops at
the top of the cliff facing the sea.
The two brothers sit back, relax.
Stare out to sea.
ROBERTO:
(after a while)
Enzo, what are you going to do
with the money?
ENZO:
Have the car painted.
ROBERTO:
Santini will do that for 25 dollars!
ENZO:
Then tell him to wax it too.
ROBERTO:
Enzo, really. What are you going
to get?
ENZO:
(thinking)
A rosary for Mama, a dress for
ANGELICA, SOMETHING WITH RHINE-
stones for what's her name, and get yourself a suit that
fits... But most important...
ROBERTO:
Yes?
ENZO:
Find the Frenchman. Find me Mayol.
EXT. FLAKES OF SNOW - MOUNTAINS - DAY
Mountain peaks, stark and white. A winter sky which is
strangely and disquietingly dark. A landscape swept by
snow.
SUPERIMPOSED ON SCREEN: PERU - LAKE HUACRACOCHA - MAY 1987
A yellow light comes out of the storm -- advances toward
us. The headlight of a train.
A narrow gauge locomotive steams up grade pushing piles of
snow in front of it.
INT. TRAIN - DAY
Sitting in the train, leaning against the misty window,
JOHANA CROSS, 27, has clear quick charm and a sort of
romantic fragility. She is dressed simply but warmly.
She looks through the window; all she sees is white.
It is clear that she was not the one who decided on this
trip. Reading the key phrases from a beat-up note book,
she calls upon an old Peruvian.
JOHANA:
(in Spanish)
Is this the Lago del Demonio?
(Es bien aqui el
Lago del Demonio)
... Huacracocha?
The old man goes into a long, rambling explanation.
JOHANA nods without understanding a thing.
JOHANA:
Gracias.
OLD MAN:
You welcome.
EXT. TRAIN STATION - DAY
The train pulls in, slowly pushing piles of snow in front
of it and finally stops in front of an old shack which
serves as the station.
A man, FRANK, bundled in a parka, comes out of a snowmobile
parked by the station, and walks up to the train.
JOHANA steps down, carrying her suitcase and drops two
feet in the snow as she comes off the last step. FRANK
walks over and leans down towards her.
FRANK:
(smiling)
Welcome to Peru!
INT. SNOWMOBILE - DAY
FRANK throws the luggage into the back of the snowmobile,
jumps in and turns the ignition on. JOHANA takes her hat,
scarf and gloves off. FRANK glances over at her, he is
both amused and charmed.
JOHANA:
Don't you have a heater?
FRANK:
(hitting at the
dashboard)
Yeah... Sure... Is this your first
trip to Peru?
JOHANA:
Does anybody live to make a second?
FRANK smiles and kicks the heating system, then leans over
to check it, his eyes off the road.
JOHANA:
(a little worried)
Forget about the heater!
EXT. LAKE OF THE DEMON - CAMP - DAY
The storm is at its peak. The frozen snowmobile plows
along side the lake HUACRACOCHA and stops in front of a
cluster of quonset huts almost completely buried in snow.
FRANK gets the bags out of the back. The suitcases are by
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