Deep Rising Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 106 min
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FINNEGAN:
Missed one darling.
Leila turns and gives him a "jerking-off" sign with her hand.
FINNEGAN:
I love you too.
The Radar Imager suddenly blinks, and goes to black. Dead. Finnegan
taps on the screen. Nothing. Taps on the console. Still nothing.
Simutaneously two more imagers shut down. His mouth screws tight.
CUT TO:
Crammed wall to wall with enough horsepower to fly a 747. Pumped out
of two thumping engines. The domain of a scruffy, shifty-eyed,
likeable little weasle of a mechanical genius...JOEY PANTUCCI. Wearing
a mechanic's toolbelt, slung sideways across the hips like a
gunslinger, singing the theme to "Gilligan's Island" over the engine's
roar. Way off-key. His hands crammed deep in a tangle of wires. On the
walls are a few pictures: Of a few major league engines. Of a few
major league pinups, and a few of Pantucci and Finnegan...together in
the U.S. Navy...in front of the Saipan in shinier days.
PANTUCCI:
(singing)
" -- if not for the courage of the
fearless crew -- "
He tugs at the wires.
PANTUCCI:
" -- the Minnow would be lost, the
Minowwww would be lost."
Finnegan's voice explodes through his headset...
FINNEGAN (V.O.)
(radio filtered)
PANTUCCI!!
Unperturbed, Pantucci works at the wires.
PANTUCCI:
(into radio)
Can we use our indoor voice
please...
FINNEGAN (V.O.)
(radio filtered)
I'm flying blind here God damn it!
Pantucci pulls two wires from the tangle.
PANTUCCI:
You trying to make me feel guilty?
He begins to strip the wires with his teeth.
CUT TO:
Finnegan peers out of the windscreen, trying to see ahead of himself.
FINNEGAN:
Guilty will be the least of what you
feel when I run my rig into one of
these god damn no name islands! Get
me well here!
CUT TO:
18INT. ENGINE ROOM
Pantucci twists one wire around another.
PANTUCCI:
All better...
The console lights up. The screens come back on line. Finnegan is
pleased.
PANTUCCI (V.O.)
Now tell me again...
CUT TO:
20INT. ENGINE ROOM
Pantucci works his wrench around an engine mount. And his nervous eyes
around six men, big, bad men, standing on the far side of the engines
out in a narrow passage. A Maori(VIVO). Two Assies(MASON and
MULLIGAN). A Samoan(MAMOOLI). A Chinese(CHIN). And an Aborigine
(BILLY). Tattooed, armed to the teeth, packed in Kevlar body armor.
Mercenaries. Who would as soon wring your neck as shake your hand. And
a sixth man. HANOVER. The obvious leader. Smoother than the rest, but
still showing the edge of a man risen from their ranks. He consults
his watch with a growing concern.
PANTUCCI:
...why we took this job?
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