Tomorrow Never Dies Page #17

Wade pulls back on the throttle.

AERIAL - (SPORT FISHING BOAT/STRAIT OF MALACCA) - DAY -

The boat starts a wide turn -

NEW ANGLE - (SPORT FISHING BOAT/ROCK OUTCROPPING/STRAIT) - DAY -

And we're back at the outcropping where the Indomitable sank. The

SPORT FISHING BOAT is trolling against a background of sandy beaches

and the lush green hills of Sumatra.

FLYING BRIDGE -

Wade scans the shore; Bond studies the sonar display.

WADE:

I dunno, Jimbo. It can't be out

here. How could they get this far

off course?

BOND:

(concentrating on the sonar)

Who knows? Fog, night...

WADE:

They'd never sail this close to the shore.

BOND:

Wait a minute -

(beat, pointing to the

screen)

I've got it. There! Off the port bow!

INSERT SONAR SCREEN -

The murky electronic outline of a ship.

BACK TO SCENE -

Bond watches the sonar screen. Wade slows engines, consults charts.

BOND:

Cut the engines! It's about two-

hundred fifty feet down.

JUMP CUT TO:

AN ANCHOR BEING PITCHED INTO THE WATER - (BOW OF SPORT FISHING BOAT) -

By Wade. Bond is strapping on his scuba tank.

WADE:

Two-fifty's pretty deep for air. You

should really be using mixed gases.

Bond glances at the air gauge on his tanks.

BOND:

I'll make a bounce dive. If I can

keep my bottom time short, I'll be

all right.

Bond gathers up FLARES, and sits on the gunwale.

BOND:

(only half teasing)

Keep your eye out for pirates.

Wade pulls back his shirt to reveal TWO SIX-SHOOTERS.

WADE:

I got you covered.

BOND:

That's reassuring.

Bond rolls backward into the water and disappears.

UNDERWATER -

Bond swims to the anchor line, and begins pulling himself downward,

handover-hand, deeper and deeper into a monochromatic gloom.

UNDERWATER BOTTOM -

Bond touches down by the anchor; his fins kick up the sandy bottom.

Checking his wrist compass, he sets off through a rocky channel.

EXT. INDOMITABLE - UNDERWATER -

Ahead, in the dimness, a huge gray shape looms out of the sand.

Bond lights a FLARE, and the scene is suddenly alive with color.

From Bond's position, the hull seems to go on forever before being

lost beyond range of his flare. Bond checks his air gauge.

INSERT GAUGES -

Depth:
283 feet - Air capacity: 3/4 tank remaining.

BACK TO SCENE -

Bond swims to the hole in the side of the Indomitable. He pauses to

study the damage. Then enters.

INT. ENGINE ROOM - UNDERWATER -

Bond sees the damage on the passageway door. Swims through it.

INT. PASSAGEWAY - UNDER WATER -

The flare throws eerie shadows along the corridor; Bond swims to the

busted bilge-hold hatch. Again, he pauses to examine the marks made

by the worm. He drops into the hold.

INT. CARGO HOLD - UNDER WATER -

The gold is gone. Bond swims a few yards in: Nothing. A vast empty

space. Bond's flare sputters and dies. He drops it, lights another.

As he turns to exit, SOMETHING GLINTS on the deck below the hatch.

He moves toward it.

NEW ANGLE - CLOSER -

A half-chewed GOLD BAR is wedged between a brace and the bulkhead.

Bond reaches for it, feeling the worm's drill marks on the gold.

Just as he yanks the bar out, a MORAY EEL lashes out from behind the

brace, baring its teeth.

Still clutching the gold bar, Bond jumps back, and shoots up, into:

PASSAGE WAY -(INT. INDOMITABLE) - UNDER WATER -

where he collides with something floating just below the ceiling.

Dropping the flare on the impact, Bond twists around to see:

THE FACE OF A FLOATING DEAD SAILOR.

BACK TO SCENE -

Throwing wildly gyrating shadows, the flare drops to the deck, roll-

ing under some debris. Regaining his composure, Bond SLIPS THE GOLD

BAR INTO A WEBBED SACK ON HIS BELT, then moves to retrieve the flare.

CLOSE ON HATCH/DECK -

Bond reaches for the flare, under a section of the torn hatch cover.

He notices the BROKEN URANIUM GRINDING TOOTH. He picks it up, stuffs

it into his sack, and swims off.

CUT TO:

UNDERWATER BOTTOM - ANCHOR -

Bond swims to the anchor line, grabs hold, and starts up. On the

way, he glances at his gauges:

INSERT GAUGES -

Depth:
160 feet - Air capacity: below RED LINE - empty. The ambient

light level on the gauges suddenly DARKENS.

BOND LOOKS UP TO THE SURFACE -

HIS POV -

A black HULL has blotted out the light... And SOMETHING LARGE AND

HEAVY IS FALLING straight at 007.

BOND -

kicks away from the anchor-line just as a 1000 POUND ANCHOR streaks

by. He looks up again:

THREE DIVERS ARE IN THE WATER.

One carries a strange-looking HARPOON-TYPE GUN; another trails a

CABLE. The divers have fanned out, looking for 007.

BOND -

Realizes his best chance is to take one of the men hostage.

Flashing his KNIFE, Bond cuts the cord to his gold/uranium sack,

STUFFS THE SACK INTO HIS BAGGY SWIM TRUNKS.

Bond rockets up, SLAMMING INTO DIVER #1. A confusion of bubbles.

And just as Bond overcomes the man - spinning him around, holding the

knife to the diver's throat -

DIVER #2 SHOOTS the HARPOON-TYPE GUN, and A DOLPHIN NET explodes out,

ENVELOPING BOND AND THE DIVER in a mesh. (Note: This is a real,

'fish friendly' research tool.)

Diver #3 HOOKS THE CABLE he's been trailing onto the net, and -

EXT. SEA -

The net erupts through the surface, is hauled up into the air, and

deposited on -

THE DECK OF A SELF-PROPELLED SALVAGE BARGE.

(An old scow, with a large crane, two-story deck-house, and a crew

whose idea of 'cruise-wear' runs to tattoos and grotesque scars.

BOND'S POV - THROUGH HIS DIVING MASK -

As the water drains from his mask, Bond sees the mesh being pulled

away, and FIVE GOONS come into focus, training AUTOMATIC WEAPONS on

him. (Bond still has the diver from behind, knife to his throat.)

One of the goons reaches forward, ripping off Bond's mask. 007 sees:

TARO - (EXT. SALVAGE BARGE, DECK) -

Brandishing an UZI at Bond, with a malevolent smile:

TARO:

Uzi beats knife.

BOND:

...Interesting point.

Bond sticks the knife into the deck, and releases the hostage.

TARO:

Get him up. Take his belt.

(motioning to Wade)

Take the two of them to the Captain.

The men grab Bond roughly, and shove him next to Wade.

TARO:

By the way. I almost forgot.

(smashing Bond)

I owed you one.

Bond and Wade are frog-marched to the bridge, passing under the gaze

of various cutthroat crew members. Wade is completely unfazed.

WADE:

(sniffs the air)

Smell that Jimmy? Sea Kelp.

Bond gives Wade a look.

WADE:

Hey - it could be worse. At least

they speak English.

Bond glances up at a crew member, SHARPENING A MACHETE, smiling.

BOND:

...Somehow, that's not reassuring.

INT. BRIDGE - SALVAGE BARGE - DAY

We're back in Bond-land: A high-tech control room, with lots of

monitors and white-suited TECHNICIANS. Bond and Wade are pushed

through the-door, followed by Taro and the two goons.

TARO:

Here they are, Captain.

The "Captain" turns from a monitor: IT'S SIDNEY.

SIDNEY:

Just give me one goad reason - Mister

Bond, from Lloyds of London - why I

shouldn't kill both of you, burn your

boat, and use your bodies for shark bait.

WADE:

(chirping up)

So you two know each other!?! Small

world, ain't it? What happened?

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