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ON BECK sweating bullets, turns a dial on the instruments
and suddenly, DeJesus' gauges jump to life. We see the same
countdown in progress on the Shack's gauges!..10, 9, 8...
OUTSIDE:
ON DEJESUS He is forced into the LOCK, the underwater
elevator room is eerily lit. His readout continues inside
his helmet...5, 4, 3...DeJesus screams.
ON BECK:
DeJesus' scream comes over his radio in the control room.
Beck hits the elevator switch--nothing happens. He hits it
again harder and suddenly DeJesus voice is drowned out by
the SCREAMING VACUUM PUMPS of the elevator. It's moving!
Beck looks up at the monitor of the interior Lift Lock.
INSIDE/LIFT LOCK
WE SEE DeJESUS'S SUIT dripping wet. It stands inside the
Lift Lock, ankle deep in greasy bilge water.
CLOSE ON HIS EYES, for a moment they remain closed, then
suddenly they flutter. He's alive!
THE MESS - LATER
The blackboard prominently displayed on the wall of the Mess
features neatly stenciled letters that say: "DAYS TILL
PICKUP". The number scrawled on the chalk-smudged board
obviously changes daily. Right now, it's a "3"...
A CLUNK, CLUNK and a Coke can rolls out of a compact COKE
MACHINE. A big, sandy-haired man, SIXPACK, takes the soft
drink, pops the top and downs it in one long pull while he
looks over an arguing group of deep sea miners: JONES,
Black, athletic, 30's; COBB, 50's, a career miner with a
mouthful of gum; BOWMAN, 35, attractive, hardened woman, she
has seen more of the world than any of them; WILLIE,
twenties, fresh good looks, master electrician, optimist.
DEJESUS, Latino, wiry muscles, he keeps his head down, still
shaken from his experience.
The strain of a month of working two miles beneath the
ocean's surface has drawn nerves tight.
BOWMAN:
I'm telling you, it's the suits!
JONES:
F*** the suits, it's the people
monitoring them. It Doc had been
there like he's supposed to it never
would've happened!
SIXPACK:
And just what the f*** would he
have done to stop it, huh?
Sixpack looks over the group, then suddenly crushes the
empty Coke can in his hand, punctuating the action with a
huge belch.
SIXPACK(cont'd)
That would have been you, DeJesus...
DeJesus keeps his head down.
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