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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 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

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....

One thing stands clear...

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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