FACE IN ON:
THE SURFACE OF THE OCEAN
sunny and placid then slowly WE BEGIN DESCENDING UNDERWATER
Moving down from the bright surface waters, through layers
of fish and marine life...
A school of vibrantly colored fish move with the current,
their numbers are enormous, their movements in unison.
Suddenly out of the darkness a barracuda cuts through the
school, taking out four or five before disappearing into the
shadows. The school moves on as if nothing happened,
quickly closing ranks where the missing ones swam only
WE MOVE DEEPER AND DEEPER
Fish disappear, darkness envelopes us. Cold and lifeless
where light has never penetrated...Five thousand feet, ten
thousand. Deeper, where only strange, self-illuminating
echoniderms move eerily through the currents. Then suddenly
WE HEAR STATIC from RADIO TRANSMISSION. THEN VOICES...
Oh, gag, man, how can you eat that
I can't wait for fresh vegetables...
Several voices suddenly break into argument..."vegetables?"
"shit," "burgers"...Suddenly another voice rises above the
BECK'S VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, cut the chatter. You're
not out of here, yet. Who's the
hook? Seven?...You got a hook on
A pause, then more voices.
SIXPACK'S VOICE/ RADIO
The man's asking if you're hooked
on 22, you dumb shit.
JONES' VOICE/ RADIO
Watch your mouth, Sixpack. Hello,
Shack, Seven, here. I ain't the hook,
A light flares out of the darkness, suddenly illuminating an
IMMENSE SHAPE--fifteen hundred pounds of hardened metal
nearly seven feet tall. It is a motorized diving suit and
we see the stenciled name, WILLIE across the front
breastplate. As it pivots we see the stationary worklights
around the base of a large underwater mining operation, THE
SHACK. Then a woman's voice.
Six to Shack. I'm the hook.
INSIDE THE SHACK/ CONTROL ROOM
littered with papers, half-full coffee cups, and a confusion
of wires and very low-tech, high-tech equipment BECK sits at
the monitor controls. He is younger than we expected,
twenties, clean cut good looks. He'll be a hell of a good-
looking man at thirty-five, he just needs to be hardened.
From the looks of the coffee cups around him he's on his
BECK'S VOICE/ RADIO
Okay, Six, let's wrap this container
and call it a day.
Above him a bank of monitor screens. Each one labeled with
a crew member's name and providing a video picture from a
camera mounted on their helmet. Beck reaches above him and
throws a console switch which activates another monitor
labeled ROV. With a joystick he manipulates an outside
camera(the ROV), its picture we see on the monitor. It is