The Big Blue Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 168 min
- $80,804
- 549 Views
A couple of llamas are huddled up against the hut in attempt
to protect themselves from the storm.
JOHANA is bewildered. Shacks in the middle of the Andes,
the lake of the "Demon", and now llama that have to be
pushed aside to enter one's home.
As FRANK opens the door, a man is leaving the hut. The
man is JACQUES MAYOL. JOHANA and JACQUES pass each other
in slow motion. Everything seems suddenly suspended: time,
sound, cold...
JACQUES MAYOL instantly makes an impression on her. He is
now 34, still dark-haired, with dark eyes. He is wearing
a red diving suit and a pair of round goggles. He looks
like some legendary creature one would dream about.
Everything finally regains its formal speed. The door
slams, the man is gone. She and FRANK are in the middle
of the entrance hall. JOHANA hasn't yet gotten over the
vision she has just had, but she regains composure and
enters the next room.
INT. QUONSET HUT
JOHANA happily takes her gloves off.
FRANK puts down the bags and walks into the next room.
It's a sort of laboratory, filled with ultra modern
equipment.
A big bay window overlooks the lake on which is built a
long wooden dock.
Sitting in a corner, an old Peruvian man is preparing hot
drinks. JOHANA drops into a chair.
FRANK:
A drink to warm up?
JOHANA:
Yes, thank you. Intravenous if
possible.
FRANK:
(pulling out a flask)
Tea... or whiskey?
JOHANA:
... both. Did I just see a man in
a red suit and goggles?
FRANK smiles and pours some whiskey in her tea cup.
FRANK:
... right.
(calling out)
Dr. Lawrence? The insurance man...
uh... The insurance person is here!
LAWRENCE:
It's about time!
FRANK smiles and pours JOHANA some tea. She warms her
hands on the cup. She asks blankly.
JOHANA:
Would it be out of place to ask
what he's doing?
FRANK:
Who?
JOHANA:
The guy in the Halloween suit!
LAWRENCE comes in from the other side of the room.
He walks straight over to the bay window.
LAWRENCE:
Did you have a nice trip? We were
getting restless, it's been three
weeks since the accident.
JOHANA walks over to the bay window and starts staring at
something in the distance.
At the end of the dock, JACQUES who is sitting on the edge
of a hole which is cut in the ice, is putting a pair of
gloves on. He then grabs the handles of a strange machine
which emerges from the water and starts taking deep breaths,
oblivious to the cold, his mind completely elsewhere.
BACK IN LAB:
JOHANA watches JACQUES. She just
can't believe her eyes.
LAWRENCE is bent over one of his machines, fiddling with
different switches.
LAWRENCE:
(to Johana)
You should get things moving, you
know. We're out of equipment and
we
can't do half of our experiments...!
Frank, check the program!
JOHANA is finally able to speak.
JOHANA:
Who... Who is that?
LAWRENCE:
Mayol... Jacques Mayol.
JOHANA:
That's the experiment? Dumping a
guy into a frozen lake?
LAWRENCE turns one last knob.
LAWRENCE:
... The truck fell into a very
deep crevasse. We weren't able to
save the equipment.
JOHANA:
I'll have to talk to the driver.
LAWRENCE:
In the spring when he melts!
JOHANA walks closer to the window. She isn't hearing a
thing he's saying.
JACQUES is putting on his flippers.
JOHANA can't believe it.
JACQUES is standing by a hole cut in the ice. He is holding
onto the machine in the water. He is waving a mask.
JOHANA:
(dumbfounded)
You really send him under the ice?
He isn't a slave or a convict or anything?
LAWRENCE:
My dear, science is a cruel
mistress.
JOHANA:
But... how is he going to breathe?
LAWRENCE:
He isn't going to breathe.
JACQUES takes a deep breath, turns a handle and a weight
yanks him straight down into the water. LAWRENCE sets his
stop watch off and flips a few switches.
JOHANA grabs his arm as if they could do something about
it.
LAWRENCE:
Listen...
He raises the volume: we hear the man's heartbeat through
a small speaker.
LAWRENCE:
That's his heartbeat.
(excited)
Can you hear the speed at which
it's slowing down, it's incredible.
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