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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 BECK'S VOICE.
BECK/ RADIO
Ok, that's 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 thebuilding; stickers and signs: "No Bozos," etc. A formal sign
towers over the entrance. It says: TRANSOCEAN CORP. SHACK 6.
He moves behind the others. Suddenly he freezes in his
tracks and slowly rotates his helmet--on his shoulder in the
glare of his helmet beam WE SEE the a hideous looking SEA
SPIDER. It's thick legs moving eerily down his arm.
Carefully, so as not to disturb the creature, a mechanical
motor hand moves into position below it, and in one quick
movement, snares it.
CLOSE ON METAL WAIST POCKET. The latch opens and the
writhing sea spider is shoved inside. From the pocket WE
MOVE UP the diver's suit until we see the name SIXPACK on
the breastplate. He looks around to see if anyone has
noticed then continues on toward the shack.
ON TWO DIVERS(JONES AND DEJESUS)
They walk together to the Shack. A Latino VOICE, DEJESUS,
comes over the radio singing an old Miller Beer jingle in an
exaggerated accent.
DEJESUS:
When it's time to relax....
INSIDE ON BECK:
As he listens to the singing over the tinny speaker, we see
he aches to be a part of their comaraderie, but is alienated
by age and rank. He is the shack boss, management. He
listens as a BOOMING BLACK VOICE joins in off-key.
JONES' VOICE(O.C.)
Mil-ler's tastes too good to
hurry through...
As the singing continues, Beck looks over at an empty chair
in front of a bank of equipment monitors. The vital signs
of each miner and his equipment are registered on this
console. The chair in front of them sits conspicuously
empty. This doesn't please Beck, neither does a hand
written sign under the console which states: THE DOCTOR IS
OUT.
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