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Barnes walks toward a TECHNICIAN, sitting at a keyboard.

BARNES:

(to technician)

Bring up the grid, would you?

ANGLE ON THE MONITOR as an IMAGE OF THE CRAFT begins to form.

NORMAN:

What is it? A military spacecraft?

Like a shuttle or satellite?

BARNES:

Something like that.

(beat)

That doesn't surprise you?

NORMAN:

Not really, no. Something of the

military crashes in the ocean -- it

explains why there was nothing on

the news, why you've kept everything

a secret... When did it crash?

BARNES:

As best we can estimate, it crashed

four hundred years ago.

A beat.

NORMAN:

Four hundred? You're kidding, right?

ANGLE ON THE MONITOR - showing a grid depicting an image of the craft

and a small layer of ROCK above it.

BARNES:

See this? Coral. Geologists measured

the coral growth on top of the craft

to be over five meters thick.

NORMAN:

Geologists?

BARNES:

Coral grows at a rate of two and a

half centimeters a year --

NORMAN:

-- Wait a second --

BARNES:

-- dating the crash at least that

old.

NORMAN:

Hold on --

BARNES:

Maybe older --

NORMAN:

-- there's got to be some mistake

here -- a four hundred year old

military spacecraft? There's no such

thing...our space program isn't even

forty years old.

BARNES:

Extraordinary, isn't it?

NORMAN:

It's impossible.

BARNES:

I'm afraid it is Dr. Johnson...

because it's sitting on the bottom

of our ocean floor.

INT. STAIRWELL

Barnes and Norman shuffle down the stairs.

BARNES:

Off the record, I don't mind telling

you, this thing scares the sh*t out

of me.

NORMAN:

It doesn't make any sense.

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