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. SH
divers. And theyre singing:
THE CHILDREN
One two, Freddys coming for you...
The children turn around in the sky so that they are
travelling feet first. The Little Boys pants puff up and
the Girls skirts poof out and RIP UPWARD - the wind taking
away their clothes and their skin and their bodies and their
hair...
THE CHILDREN (contd)
Three four, better lock your door...
Leaving three tiny SKEL
DIVER slips the regulator out of his
mouth and turns slowly, scanning... revealing:
HARRY TASKER. Our hero. Harry floats with just his eyes above
the surface, silent as a water snake, as a guard passes on a
footpath nearby.
After a few beats Harry slips out of his tanks and fins,
letting them sink, and climbs the frozen ladder onto the dock.
He moves like a ninja into the shadows of the boathouse
diver...
our senior statesman,
my closest colleague for years;
Klaus Daimler, engineer-
calm, collected, German;
Vikram Ray, cameraman -
born on the Ganges;
Bobby Ogata, frogman;
Renzo Pietro,
editor, soundman;
Vladimir Wolodarsky, physicist,
original score composer;
Anne-Marie Sakowitz,
script girl;
Pele dos Santos,
safety expert;
Eleanor Zissou, my wife,
vice president of the Zissou Society.
HELMET: I said stay out of the county!
Some guys are just too goddamn dumb...
to stay where they belong!
Do you know who owns that hedge you wrecked?
Im going to tell you, Slade... Zsa Zsa Gabor.
Corry? Forget about the dishes. Youll be late for school.
Come on.
Go to Mrs. Clarks when you come back.
Shell look after you until Im home.
[Doorbell buzzes]
Stuart. Hi. Come on in.
CORRY: Hi. You broug