The Big Blue Page #5

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.

INSIDE FIAT - DRIVING AWAY

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.

EXT. TOP OF CLIFF - DAY

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

now frozen stiff. JOHANA follows in his steps.

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