Leviathan

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

seconds before.

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...

JONES:

Burritos...Enchiladas...

DEJESUS:

(hispanic voice)

Oh, gag, man, how can you eat that

stuff?...

BOWMAN:

(female)

I can't wait for fresh vegetables...

Several voices suddenly break into argument..."vegetables?"

"sh*t," "burgers"...Suddenly another voice rises above the

others.

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

container 22?

A pause, then more voices.

SIXPACK'S VOICE/ RADIO

(redneck drawl)

The man's asking if you're hooked

on 22, you dumb sh*t.

JONES' VOICE/ RADIO

Watch your mouth, Sixpack. Hello,

Shack, Seven, here. I ain't the hook,

over.

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.

WILLIE'S VOICE

(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

way.

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

moving.

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