분야
hwpScreenplay by
David Webb Peoples
and
Jeb Stuart
Revised Draft
September 8, 1987
FACE IN ON
THE SURFACE OF THE OCEAN
sunny and placid then slowly WE BEGIN DESCENDING UNDERWATER
Moving down from the bright surface waters, through layers
of fish and marine life...
A school of vibrantly colored fish move with the current,
their numbers are enormous, their movements in unison.
Suddenly out of the darkness a barracuda cuts through the
school, taking out four or five before disappearing into the
shadows. The school moves on as if nothing happened,
quickly closing ranks where the missing ones swam only
seconds before.
WE MOVE DEEPER AND DEEPER
Fish disappear, darkness envelopes us. Cold and lifeless
where light has never penetrated...Five thousand feet, ten
thousand. Deeper, where only strange, self-illuminating
echoniderms move eerily through the currents. Then suddenly
WE HEAR STATIC from RADIO TRANSMISSION. THEN VOICES...
JONES
Burritos...Enchiladas...
DEJESUS
(hispanic voice)
Oh, gag, man, how can you eat that
stuff?...
BOWMAN
(female)
I cant wait for fresh vegetables...
Several voices suddenly break into argument..."vegetables?"
"shit," "burgers"...Suddenly another voice rises above the
others.
BECKS VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, cut the chatter. Youre
not out of here, yet. Whos the
hook? Seven?...You got a hook on
container 22?
A pause, then more voices.
SIXPACKS VOICE/ RADIO
(redneck drawl)
The mans asking if youre hooked
on 22, you dumb shit.
JONES VOICE/ RADIO
Watch your mouth, Sixpack. Hello,
Shack, Seven, here. I aint the hook,
over.
A light flares out of the darkness, suddenly illuminating an
IMMENSE SHAPE--fifteen hundred pounds of hardened metal
nearly seven feet tall. It is a motorized diving suit and
we see the stenciled name, WILLIE across the front
breastplate. As it pivots we see the stationary worklights
around the base of a large underwater mining operation, THE
SHACK. Then a womans voice.
WILLIES VOICE
(womans voice)
Six to Shack. Im the hook.
INSIDE THE SHACK/ CONTROL ROOM
littered with papers, half-full coffee cups, and a confusion
of wires and very low-tech, high-tech equipment BECK sits at
the monitor controls. He is younger than we expected,
twenties, clean cut good looks. Hell be a hell of a good-
looking man at thirty-five, he just needs to be hardened.
From the looks of the coffee cups around him hes on his
way.
BECKS VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, Six, lets wrap this container
and call it a day.
Above him a bank of monitor screens. Each one labeled with
a crew members name and providing a video picture from a
camera mounted on their helmet. Beck reaches above him and
throws a console switch which activates another monitor
labeled ROV. With a joystick he manipulates an outside
camera(the ROV), its picture we see on the monitor. It is
moving.
UNDERWATER
WILLIES POV The inside of her helmet is a grid of LED
gauges monitoring air reserve, body temperature,
atmospheres, heart rate, blood pressure.
She stops next to a pair of railroad-like tracks and removes
the tool attached to the end of her arm. The move is
practiced and professional, like a cook changing the tool on
a set of egg beaters. First, she inserts the existing tool
into a lock on her opposite arm which holds it while she
disengages the tool. Next, she selects the next tool from
the storage compartment at her waist and punches it into
position. Sixpacks voice comes over the radio.
SIXPACKS VOICE
Hey, Willie, you trip on a
tit or something? Were all
waiting on you, honey.
WILLIE
(under control)
Keep your pants on Sixpack.
I promise youll be inside before
"Mr. Rogers Neighborhood" comes on.
OVER THE RADIO WE HEAR other mens voices laughing. They
like Willie and cheer her on. "Tell him, Willie," "Atta
girl," etc...
Willie CLICKS in her last tool and turns. Expertly she
hooks a large dumpster-like container, the container to what
looks like an underwater parachute--A CONTAINER
TRANSPORTER--which when filled with oxygen it lifts the
massive container onto the tracks where it can be hauled-in
by a winch.
WILLIES VOICE
Six to Shack...Hooks on. Ready
to winch.
UNDERWATER MACHINERY
Halogen lights illuminate bits and pieces of dredges and
dumpsters squatting in the gloom. A winch begins grinding
and the big, newly hooked container lurches down the tracks.
It comes to the end where a winch fits it into place with
several others to complete a set. We hear BECKS VOICE.
BECK/ RADIO
Ok, thats it. Come on in.
More motor suited DIVERS appear, their helmet lights
glaring. Their breastplate names catch in the dim lights:
COBS, BOWMAN, WILLIE.
As they approach the UNDERWATER LOCK, where an elevator will
transport them up into the Shack, we see signs of human
life: a basketball goal attached to the side of the
building; stickers and signs: "No Bozos," etc. A formal sign
towers over the entrance. It says: TRANSOCEAN CORP. SHACK 6.
ON ONE OF THE CREW
He moves behind the others. Suddenly he freezes in his
tracks and slowly rotates his helmet--on his shoulder in the
