Leviathan Page #3

DEJESUS' POV

Inside his helmet we see the grid of LED gauges monitoring

vital signs.

DEJESUS:

...beer after beer...

Suddenly a red warning light begins blinking in the bottom

corner inside DeJesus' helmet. The words to the song freeze

in his mouth. His voice becomes edged with panic.

DEJESUS(cont'd)

Oh, sh*t...

JONES/ RADIO

(to DeJesus)

Hey, Hazy, I'm not that bad, man.

DEJESUS:

(rising terror)

Jonesy! I'm losing compression...

I'm going to blow my suit, man!

Beck! Doc! Help me!...

INSIDE:

Beck grabs his microphone. He tries to remain calm but

there is a definite tremble in his voice.

BECK:

Give me a readout, DeJesus.

DEJESUS(ON RADIO)

(gripped with panic)

Ahhhh!

OUTSIDE:

The other divers move quickly to DeJesus.

BECK (ON RADIO)

DeJesus! A readout!

JONES:

He don't need a readout,

man, he needs help!

BECK(RADIO)

(anything but calm)

Stay calm!

BOWMAN:

Calm!? Where's Doc?

INSIDE:

Beck stands in front of the equipment monitors, lost.

BECK:

(trying to

keep control)

The internal monitors read

normal.

ON THE MINERS, PANICKED

COBB:

Where's Doc?!

BECK(RADIO)

He's not at his station.

DEJESUS:

(panicked)

Oh, mother of Jesus, forgive

me of my--

BECK'S VOICE

(making a decision)

Get him into the Shack.

DeJesus' gauges begins a countdown to implosion. "15, 14,

13..." DeJesus is grabbed by his co-workers and hurried the

last few yards to the SHACK.

INSIDE/SHACK - SAME

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