1. EXT. - THE OCEAN - DAY
A calm ocean on a bright day. It is tranquil and beautiful. Some sea gulls are heard in the background.
BUD:
(V.O.)
In the summer of 1988, the USS Royal, an American ship, took off from Cape Canaveral, FL. It's mission: to deliver 10 nuclear missiles to a small port on the north coast of China. It never got there. Something happened. Twelve days after the tanker began its journey all radio contact was lost. In a panic and to avoid a possible chemical war with China, the US Navy hired a drilling team to go down and find the sub. Why the ship crashed? No one knew. It was our job to find that out. 1 rig designer, 2 drivers, 1 student, 3 Navy SEALS, and a captain set off in search of the missing sub. My name is Bud Virgil and this is my story. Our rig, the USS Brody, finally found its remains at the bottom of the South China Sea. We thought this was going to be a run of the mill rescue. We couldn't be more wrong. Right before the divers left our rig to search inside the remains of the Royal, the system crew malfunctioned and a 30- ton crane broke off the mainframe and plummeted 800 feet down onto the rig. With the force colliding with the oil rig, we were sent crashing down 15 feet into a 700 feet deep abyss that no man had ever before recorded. We were left without radio contact. Dorgan and Petroni, two of the divers' assistants, were killed from the impact. One of the divers, Catfish, ruptured an eardrum. We were left in this abyss in the dark, alone, afraid, and stranded. (pause) 2 weeks later, strange things started to happen...
2. USS BRODY - STORAGE ROOM - DAY
The camera opens on a giant eye that fills the screen. It is of a fierce blue that penetrates through the screen almost looking at the audience. We pan back to reveal the other eye and further to the face. The face is pale. Suddenly, a bag is zipped up over the head by a tanned hand. We pan back further to realize that the man's face we were looking at was that of a corpse. The corpse is of a young man of about 18. The camera pans up to reveal the owner of the tanned hand. It belongs to Lt. Hiram Coffey, one of the Navy SEALS on the ship. He is a handsome man of about 32, chiseled good looks and reddish- brown hair. The man next to him is none other than the voice from before, Captain Bud Virgil, about 40-45, balding blond hair, a soft face, deep gravely voice. They are both wearing jeans and T-shirts.
BUD:
Pity, the boy was only 18.
COFFEY:
I did all I could, Captain, but he hit that wall hard, and I don't know if you ever happened to hit a steel wall at 30 miles per hour on your stomach but I don't imagine it would feel all that good.
BUD:
Dorgan his name was.
COFFEY:
I worked on him for about 20 minutes. He would get a faint pulse once in awhile, but it would go as soon as it came. His insides were fucked up pretty good. Spleen split clear in half.
Bud moves over to the next table, which contains the stark naked corpse of another young fallen crewmember. Bud covers his bottom half out of respect.
BUD:
And what about this one?
COFFEY:
(checking records in hands) Name was Petroni. Nick Petroni. 18 also. Hailed from our own Brooklyn.
BUD:
And his C.O.D.?
COFFEY:
Slammed his neck right into the side of a poker table when the crash happened. Broke nearly every bone in his neck. I didn't even bother working on him. By the time we got to him, he had already gone into shock. Poor son of a bitch didn't have a chance.
BUD:
Life's strange, isn't it?
COFFEY:
What do you mean?
BUD:
Men almost twice this boy's age were allowed to live while they had to suffer an agonizing death 20 Million Fucking Leagues Under the Sea.
COFFEY:
Hey, better them than us, right?
Bud stares at Coffey for a moment.
BUD:
I'm going to go and see if Catfish has had any luck with that radio of his.
Bud exits. Coffey goes to zip up the body. He zips it up about half way before his hand begins to shake. His other hand grasps it quickly to stop the tremor. He looks around paranoid to see if anyone saw. He turns around to see an empty room looking right back at him.
3. - THE CONTROL ROOM - DAY
Bud enters briskly and heads briskly to Catfish, a 40ish year old man with curly black hair and blue eyes. Another crewmember, One Night, is in the background observing the two. She is black and dressed all in white and in her early 20s.
BUD:
Had any luck?
CATFISH:
Damn thing's as useless as a hen that don't lay eggs.
BUD:
Well, are you sure you tried all the coast guard stations?
CATFISH:
Bud, I've been on this piece of shit since sunrise and I haven't got anything more than a faint crackle.
ONE NIGHT:
(softly from the dark) Try 161.
CATFISH & BUD:
What?
ONE NIGHT:
Try 161. It's the Green Berets. If anyone can help us, it's them.
Pause as Catfish looks up to Bud.
BUD:
The woman says to try 161, then you try 161.
CATFISH:
I'm on it.
Suddenly, the door slams open and startles everyone. Catfish jumps a little. It turns out to just be Lindsey Trammel-Virgil, Bud's vivacious and troubled younger wife. She is in her late 20s and doesn't look a day beyond 18. Long dark brown hair flows to her mid-back and her eyes emit a soft glow. This morning however, she is not in the best of moods. She passes by Bud, who puckers up to kiss. She just walks by.
BUD:
What? Not even a good morning kiss?
LINDSEY:
Don't talk to me, Bud.
BUD:
What now?
LINDSEY:
What now? "What now?!", he says. I'll tell you what now. (checks watch) It's 6:06 in the fucking morning. I haven't had a shower for two days--
BUD:
We need to conserve water, Lindsey.
LINDSEY:
Conserve water? We're in the middle of the fucking ocean! And what's more I smell like shit.
One Night passes her.
ONE NIGHT:
You smelling like shit smells better than you stinking up half the room with that perfume you always wear.
BUD:
Come on outside for a minute, Lindsey.
He takes her by the hand out to the corridor.
4. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE CONTROL ROOM
Bud puts his arms around Lindsey's shoulders.
BUD:
Now, look, Lindsey, we'll be out of this in a few days, I promise.
LINDSEY:
That's what you said last Tuesday, and Thursday, and on Sunday.
BUD:
Things like this take time.
LINDSEY:
Fine. I'm going to have my coffee.
She lets go of his hand and feels a bump along one of the fingers.
LINDSEY: (cont.)
God, Bud, when are you going to take off that stupid wedding ring?
She sighs and makes her way down the corridor. She passes Coffey on the way.
COFFEY:
Morning, Ms. Trammel.
LINDSEY:
Bite me, Coffey.
COFFEY:
(to Bud) Ah, your wife, the usual ray of sunshine each morning.
5. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS - DAY
Lindsey enters the room. The room is pretty plain, one single painting of a rose, two twin beds, a dresser, and a sink. Though shabby looking, it was the best bedroom on the entire ship. She goes to her purse and takes out a packet of cigarettes. She quickly lights one and smokes it all the way through, enjoying every delicious puff. She almost immediately starts another.
6. THE CONTROL ROOM - DAY
Catfish is still on the radio trying to signal for help. One Night looks tries to find their coordinates on a cheap map. Bud is sitting on the table, watching Catfish.
BUD:
Where's Hippy?
ONE NIGHT:
Sleeping.
BUD:
Sleeping?
ONE NIGHT:
You would too if your other option were to be in this hot dungeon with two sweaty pigs.
BUD:
(chuckles) Bit grumpy this morning, eh, One Night?
ONE NIGHT:
I don't ever get grumpy. The only time I get grumpy is when people tell me I'm grumpy. (gives a sly smile)
Bud continues watching Catfish. Then, the phone rings and breaks the silence.
ONE NIGHT:
I'll get it. (picks up phone, talking into it) One Night, here. (pause) Yah. (pause) Yah. (pause) Alright.
She hangs up the phone.
ONE NIGHT: (cont.)
The SEALS. They want to talk to you. Downstairs in the Axle Room in 5 minutes.
CATFISH:
Ya see, sir, that's what gets me. Those Navy SEALS think they own the ship, but they don't. You do.
BUD:
It bothers me too.
CATFISH:
Yet you still take the orders. Why? You don't have to listen to them.
ONE NIGHT:
(lighting a cigarette) Oh, yes, he does.
CATFISH:
Why?
ONE NIGHT:
Because Catfish those three men down there are lethal killing machines. They could probably take over the ship in five minutes if they wanted to. Yet they let us make the moves. You see, the Captain here is a lot smarter than you. He figures that if he's nice to them, they will be nice to us and no Mutiny on the Bounty shit will go down.
CATFISH:
Oh.
ONE NIGHT:
But, if it ever did, I'd be ready.
She pulls a pocket knife out of her jeans. Bud exits.
7. - THE AXLE ROOM - DAY
The room is a small cramped room on the last floor of the rig. A simple overhang light swings under the small table at which the three SEALS are seated. The leader is Lt. Hiram Coffey, Corporal Simon Black, and Corporal Jim Sullivan. Black is an evil, manipulative man with a bright smile that could deceive anyone. His slicked back black hair and piercing blue eyes add to his charm. The third man, Jim, is younger than other two, slightly less experienced and more sensitive. He has boyish good looks with floppy brown hair. Coffey wears a gold chain with the sign of the cross on it. Black and Jim wear dog tags. Bud enters briskly.
BUD:
(trying to be cheery) You guys wanted to see me?
COFFEY:
Thank you for coming, Captain.
BUD:
No prob. So what's up?
COFFEY:
We would like an update on the situation on the rig.
BUD:
Well, nothing's changed really.
COFFEY:
No progress?
BUD:
None whatsoever. Catfish is trying like a madman to get a signal with the radio.
COFFEY:
No luck?
Bud shakes his head.
COFFEY:
Perhaps some of my men could be of assistance up there.
BUD:
(firmly) No, we're quite fine without your two men.
BLACK:
Got something against SEALS, Captain?
BUD:
No, Black, I've got something against you. Now, is that all Coffey? I have a long day ahead.
8. HALLWAY OFF OF AXLE ROOM - SAME
Bud walks briskly away from the room.
9. THE AXLE ROOM - DAY
The three SEALS look around the room with stone cold faces.
COFFEY:
So what do you think?
BLACK:
I don't trust him. My mother told me never to trust bald men.
Coffey laughs at this.
COFFEY:
Look, the way I see it, the man's doing what's right. Remember we're all in the same boat, the captain, the divers, us.
BLACK:
We're all fucked.
COFFEY:
Right. So let's not try to make too may enemies. However, if we don't like what comes out of the captain's mouth, we'll deal with it then.
JIM:
But he's in charge and we're not. We need to follow his orders.
COFFEY:
Look, Sully, remember when you were a kid and your old lady would be like "Stay away from girls. All they are trouble!" All mothers would say that to their boys.
JIM:
Yeah.
COFFEY:
Well, did you consider your mother the authoritive figure out of the two of you?
JIM:
Yeah.
COFFY:
And what did you do?
BLACK:
He fucked like a minx. All of us did.
COFFY:
And did it feel good, Sully?
JIM:
Yeah, I guess.
COFFY:
See, there ya go. Sometimes it's better to do what's best for you, not what your old lady told you to do. It's a similar situation here.
BLACK:
Fuck someone or be fucked. It's nature's way or seeing who is more powerful.
COFFY:
So are you men the fucker or the fuckee?
BLACK:
The fucker.
COFFY:
And you?
JIM:
(pause, reluctantly) The fucker.
COFFY:
(lighting a cigarette, smirking) Then fuck them we shall.
10. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS - SAME
Lindsey looks at the rose painting intently as she lights another cigarette. She hears a knock at the door. The door opens to reveal a scruffish, dark-haired, brown-eyed man of about 20. He appears clean-shaven but is obviously high and disheveled. He wears a ruffled brown shirt, untucked and baggy blue jeans. His name: simply Hippy.
HIPPY:
Care for a smoke?
LINDSEY:
No, thanks, I got one.
HIPPY:
I wasn't talking about cigarettes.
Hippy takes his hand from behind his back to reveal two neatly rolled blunts. Lindsey pauses.
LINDSEY:
They're not laced with something stronger, are they?
HIPPY:
So what if they were?
She hesitates for a moment and then takes the cigarette. She takes a puff and coughs.
LINDSEY:
I haven't smoked one of these since oh - my college days.
HIPPY:
I haven't smoked one of these since oh - 45 minutes ago.
LINDSEY:
(chuckles) Hippy right?
HIPPY:
Correcto.
LINDSEY:
Funny. I haven't seen you much around here.
HIPPY:
I've been observing.
LINDSEY:
Me?
HIPPY:
Everyone.
LINDSEY:
Well, what have you found out?
HIPPY:
That it's a shame.
LINDSEY:
What's a shame?
HIPPY:
That a beautiful creature like you is still married to that ugly old middle-aged thing.
LINDSEY:
Oh, you mean Bud?
Happy nods.
LINDSEY: (cont.)
What else have you observed?
HIPPY:
That you think it's a shame too.
LINDSEY:
Ah.
HIPPY:
I'm curious, though.
LINDSEY:
(coyly) About what?
HIPPY:
About why you ever married him.
She can't help but smile at this question. She takes another puff of the blunt.
LINDSEY:
Let's just say that 10 years can make a world of difference in appearance. Ten years ago, Bud was 31, dashing. He also had more hair and less wrinkles.
HIPPY:
(smirks) I assume you too, aren't you know... anymore.
LINDSEY:
Aren't what anymore?
HIPPY:
Fucking.
LINDSEY:
Fucking? What concern of it is yours?
HIPPY:
None I suppose.
LINDSEY:
Well, I'll let you be the judge. What do you think?
HIPPY:
I think "Not".
LINDSEY:
Well, you think right.
HIPPY:
Then, you must have a boytoy.
LINDSEY:
Excuse me?!
HIPPY:
A boytoy.
LINDSEY:
A boytoy?
HIPPY:
You know some 20 year old guy barely out of high school that you go to sometimes when you just feel like... letting it all go.
LINDSEY:
Heh.
HIPPY:
I used to be one myself until well... now I consider marijuana my wife, cocaine my mistress, and valium my fuckbuddy.
Lindsey laughs at this. She takes another puff of the blunt, finishing it. Long pause.
HIPPY:
Well, do you or don't you?
LINDSEY:
Do I or don't I have what?
She puts out the blunt.
HIPPY:
A boytoy.
LINDSEY:
(coyly) Well, you could say something like that.
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11. THE MARINES' QUARTERS - NIGHT
Lindsey and Jim (surprise!) are in mid-fuck. They are on the bottom bunk of a marine- issue bunk bed. He's on top in the missionary position. A thin line of perspiration forms on Jim's forehead as his pumps forcefully into Lindsey. The room is lit in the dark blue glow of the emergency lights. Lindsey's long legs are wrapped around Jim's thighs. She moves her right leg up against his rough skin, starting at the crook on the back of his knee and going all the way up to his ass, digging into it. She moans in pleasure as he thrusts deep. He goes down to kiss her warm lips and they embrace. His tongue searching inside of her sweet- tasting mouth. He could feel the vibrations on his tongue coming from her moans and groans. He kissed her on her moist neck and then down her breast bone to her right tit, licking around the nipple, never quite touching it. He wanted to so very much, but he loved to tantalize her. And she loved to be tantalized. Then after about a minute of this, his lips suddenly wrapped around her nipple, sucking on it hard. She moaned in pleasure. He quickly goes on to the other one. Meanwhile, Lindsey looks up at his hair just inches away from her face, brown and matted from all the sweat. He was dark skinned so he never got beet red while fucking, just a little extra color in his face.
LINDSEY:
Harder... faster... faster...
Jim obeyed her with lightning speed like she was some sort of school mistress and he was a pupil. He dug his dick deeper into her and thrust to the point he could thrust no more. His hands held onto the single, black metal bar the Navy used as an excuse for a bedpost. He stopped and looked up into her eyes, never missing a single thrust. It was then that she realized she was looking in the eyes of the man she loved. The man she yearned for. He gave her a quick smile, kissed her on the neck, and return to what he loved most about her. Her tits. He loved this woman's tits. He could suck for hours and never tire. He didn't look like a tits sort of guy but secretly that's all he could ever want. Her hand moved to his ass groping and squeezing the right buttock, so firm and soft. The other hand on the small of his back, rubbing it gently. Then, when she could stand it no longer, she climaxed loudly into a pillow so that no one would overhear her intense love cry. The tightening of her pussy (his other favorite thing about her) caused him to orgasm as well, his face still buried deep into her breasts. She knew this man like a book and she knew exactly when his few grunts would come. And come they did, just at the moment she knew they would. Six of them, short, gravely, and masculine. Then, silence filled the room.
He then laid on her for a moment. He slowly raised his head from deep in her breasts. He released his lips from her nipples and looked at her. He smiled. She couldn't help but smile back. He exited her and slipped off the rubber, throwing it into the trash across the room. They lay silent, panting, tired, out of breath for a good minute.
JIM:
Good?
LINDSEY:
Good.
12. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT
The room is pitch black . Bud is fast asleep on his bed. Lindsey, in the other twin bed, looks at him, wide-eyed with dismay. The man she used to love was now gone. Suddenly, Bud begins to snore.
LINDSEY:
Bud. (growing slowly louder) Bud! Bud!
He finally wakes up, alarmed. He turns quickly to face her.
BUD:
What? What?
LINDSEY:
You were snoring again.
BUD:
Oh, I'm sorry, hunny.
Bud closes his eyes again. Lindsey keeps staring at him. Then, she springs out of bed. She goes to her closet and pulls out a terry bathrobe. She puts it on, wrapping it tightly around her body. She looks again at Bud and then leaves the room, closing the door quietly. He begins to snore again.
13. SLEEPING CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Lindsey tiptoes down the corridor, quietly. She goes around a corner. No one is there. She walks down the corridor towards the tank. She rounds the last corner. Her looks down at her bathrobe tie - BAM! She knocks right into a dark figure. She lets out a shriek. The figure comes out of the darkness. It is Coffey.
COFFEY:
(coyly) Bit late for a swim, isn't it?
LINDSEY:
Oh, fuck you, Coffey. You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up so late?
COFFEY:
Insomnia.
Lindsey nods and walks past him through the dark corridor. We pan down to his left hand, shaking a bit. His right hand covers it, calming it down. When she is out of sight, he lets it go and it shakes furiously. He crumples in a ball on the floor, his good hand covering his face.
14. THE TANK - NIGHT
She pastes off the bathrobe from her moist skin. Her naked body glistens against the shimmer of the tank. She ties back her hair and dives in. She swims though the gateway leading out into the ocean water.
15. UNDERWATER - NEXT TO THE RIG - NIGHT
The pale blue glow of the ocean are seductive to the viewer. She swims through the water. She wants to just swim up to the top but she knows she cannot. She looks at all the beautiful coral reefs surrounded her. The reds, oranges, greens, blues, and purples entice her. She goes for a closer look. She reaches out and touches the reef with her hand. She swims into one. As she looks out of the hole of the corral reef something shimmers faintly. Curious, she swims closer to the exit of the reef. She touches the side of the reef and stares into blue nothingness. Then, BAM - From behind a gigantic, blurry creature rams the coral reef from the other entrance. Panic, Lindsey holds the reef for impact. The creature bangs it again even harder. The whole thing shakes. Lindsey expects another big crash but it never comes. All she hears is silence.
She waits for a minute, too afraid to move a muscle. Then, she slowly peers out from behind a crevice of the coral reef and looks out to the hole. Nothing there. She looks out the other hole. Nothing. She cautiously swims to the opening of the coral reef and looks out into the deep blue. She sees the entrance to the rig only about 50 yards away. She knew she had to make a run for it.
She shoots like a bullet out of a gun for the hatchway. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Then, SWOOSH. The creature appeared behind her as if from nowhere. She screams, gurgling sounds from her throat sending air bubbles up to the surface. She dared not look behind her. She didn't want to know what it was. In fact, she had no clue at all. All she knew was that there was something. She could feel it breathing on her feet. She neared the hatchway, knowing somehow she could have to open it, get inside, close it, and lock it in a millisecond. She knew it was impossible. The monster would get her. Then, just as she was about 10 feet away from the hatchway it opened miraculously. She decided to ask questions later and just shot through it. Someone was waiting for her in the tank. She could see a blurred face. She got closer and realized it was Bud, in a scuba diving suit. She knew those eyes anywhere. He locked the gate and pushed her out of the way. She expected the creature to try and ram the door but it did nothing of the sort. Everything was calm. No sounds from outside. Bud took off his breathing mask and put it around Lindsey's nose and mouth. He guided her up to the surface of the tank. He gasped for air as he did so. Lindsey spit out the breathing mask and lifted herself over the edge. She sat there in a state of shock, a terrifying look in her face. She could hardly scream.
BUD:
What the hell do you think you were trying to prove going out in the abyss all alone in the middle of the night?
LINDSEY:
Get out of the water!
BUD:
What?
LINDSEY:
Get out of the fucking water now!
BUD:
What's wrong?
LINDSEY:
DO IT! DO IT!
Bud looks behind him. All he sees is the spotlights shining down on the tank water. He gets out and goes over to comfort Lindsey, who is clearly shaken.
BUD:
What's gotten in you?
LINDSEY:
It was in the water.
BUD:
What was in the water?
LINDSEY:
This - this thing. It wasn't human, Bud. It couldn't have been human.
BUD:
Have you been drinking?
LINDSEY:
It - it was made out of water.
16. THE CONFERENCE ROOM - THE FOLLOWING MORNING
Bud sits at the head of a long business desk, with the others all seated around the desk. He has just finished telling them the story of Lindsey's encounter with the "creature".
We pan to see everyone's expressions, which range from confused to disbelief. Coffey has very deep dark circles under his eyes. One Night is polishing a knife in her hand.
ONE NIGHT:
I may not know who or what that thing is that Trammel saw but I do know what'll happen to it if it comes near me.
She mimics a throat being slashed.
CATFISH:
What do you think it is, Bud?
BUD:
A whale? A shark? An eel? I don't know.
COFFEY:
Well, I do know! It's those bloody Russians. They're trying to come on the ship! They're going to kill us all!
CATFISH:
Aww, that's bullshit.
BLACK:
I agree with Lt. Coffey. I think Russian soldiers are try to board the rig and take over.
HIPPY:
What if it's something worse?
BUD:
Worse?
HIPPY:
Like some freaky shit. Like something in Aliens.
BUD:
Well, whatever it was or is, we're sure as hell as gonna keep a watch out for it.
ALL:
Agreed.
17. THE CONTROL ROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT
Bud, Hippy, One Night, and Catfish sit around a poker table playing cards.
HIPPY:
Best fuck ever? I'd have to say Melanie Caldwell, senior year of high school. Tits out to here, an ass that won't quit, and lips that could part the Red Fucking Sea.
ONE NIGHT:
I did a girl one time in Boca. We must have gone all night.
CATFISH:
Tell me something, beautiful. You use toys?
ONE NIGHT:
Excuse me?
CATFISH:
Toys. Dildo's. Inflators. The regular shit.
Just silence.
18. THE AXEL ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
Coffey and Black look at each other intently.
COFFEY:
It's time.
Close-up of the bare wooden table. A map of the ship is laid down on it.
COFFEY:
This ship is equipped with 4 emergency exits. 2 panic rooms. 1 emergency escape pod.
BLACK:
That may cause a problem.
COFFEY:
You'd think so, eh? All we have to do is jam the 4 emergency exits and cut off the power to the panic rooms.
BLACK:
And what about the escape pod?
COFFEY:
That unfortunately we can't disarm.
BLACK:
So there's still a chance of them escaping.
COFFEY:
Not in that thing they won't. As soon as it leaves the dock of the sub, the motor will decombust from the pressure of the abyss. The damn thing'll blow up before its got 15 feet.
BLACK:
Good.
COFFEY:
Now, if we have to take out anyone, do the men first. Trammel is harmless and that One Lay or whatever won't be so tough once we take her little knife away from her.
BLACK:
Brilliant.
COFFEY:
But remember we use this only as a last resort. As for now, we remain on friendly terms with all the crew.
BLACK:
Right.
COFFEY:
Keep a close eye on Virgil.
BLACK:
What about Jim?
COFFEY:
Make sure he keeps his mouth shut. (looks around) Hey, where is Jim anyway?
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19. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Lindsey and Jim are fucking like minx's. She's on top riding him liking a bull. She arches her back backwards, jerking from the movements. Jim has his eyes focused right on Lindsey's pussy, loving to watch her bang him. Her chestnut hair covering her face. Lindsey moans loudly.
JIM:
Shhh! Be quiet.
She pulls some hair away from her face and smiles.
20. THE CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
HIPPY:
Well, that's all of us now, eh?
ONE NIGHT:
Except for the Captain.
CATFISH:
Yeah, Bud let's hear your all-time best fuck.
There is a pause as Bud thinks.
BUD:
I'd have to go with Lindsey all the way.
Just then Coffey enters to get some coffee.
BUD: (cont.)
When we met she was 19 and I was nearly 30. She was gorgeous and still is. Beautiful face.
21. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Close-up of Lindsey's face, as she is in ecstasy.
22. THE CONTROL ROOM
BUD:
Luscious lips.
23. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Lindsey goes down to kiss Jim full on the lips... his tongue going deep into her mouth.
24. THE CONTROL ROOM
By now, everyone there, including Coffey, is transfixed by Bud's memories.
BUD:
World class tits.
25. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Lindsey brings her breasts down to right above Jim's mouth. He brings his lips up to suck slowly on each nipple.
26. THE CONTROL ROOM
BUD:
An ass that won't quit.
27. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Jim's hand moves slowly down from Lindsey's neck... across her back... and to her ass. He cups it and pats it firm.
28. THE CONTROL ROOM
BUD:
And the pussy I won't even get into...
29. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Jim sits on the edge of the bed. Lindsey mounts the SEAL and starts fucking him. Up and down. Her tits right in his face. He devours them. His hands guide her ass up and down. She moans loudly and groans.
JIM:
Sweety, shh. Someone will hear.
He puts his index finger over her mouth and allows her to resume the fucking, slowly at first. She takes his fingers into her mouth and bites them, making him wince. She releases them and smiles in devilment.
30. THE CONTROL ROOM
Bud gets up from the poker table.
BUD:
Well, I think that's it for me for the night.
Just as he exits, he and Coffey look eyes for a split second, a hard, cold stare. He pushes past him and out the door.
31. THE CORRIDOR LEADING TO THE BEDROOMS
Bud walks down the darkened corridor to his room. He stops on the way, looks around to make sure no one is looking, and pulls out a medium-size bottle of Absolute! Vodka. He twists off the cap and begins to chug.
32. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
They continue their mammoth fucking session. Both are now sweaty and panting. Jim's hair is matted down, covering so of his eyes. His hands all over her ass, groping, exploring. Jim could sense she was getting close to finishing so he buried his face in her tits, sucking on her hard nipples.
33. THE CORRIDOR LEADING TO THE BEDROOMS
Bud staggers down the hall. He stops to take another swig of the vodka. The bottle empty, he throws it down on the floor, as he nears the door.
34. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Lindsey climaxes in ecstasy. Her orgasm is loud enough to wake the whole ship. Jim can't take it anymore and shoots into her. He lets out his customary grunts. Then, the door suddenly swings open - revealing an unsteady Bud in the doorway. Instinctively, Jim throws Lindsey off of him and onto the floor. He stares with this blank expression for a moment at the two of them, slowly taking it all in. Lindsey quickly covers herself up with the sheet.
BUD:
(in disbelief) What are you two...
Jim gets up in a state of pure embarrassment. He quickly gets out of the bed, bare-assed and bumbling. He quickly finds his jeans and pulls them up with lightning speed.
BUD:
(in grief) I thought we worked everything out... (his mood slowly changes to anger) You little tramp!
JIM:
Umm, sir-
BUD:
Fuck you!
JIM:
(apologetic and sincere) Now, look, Captain, I can just imagine how many emotions are running through your head right now, but I hardly think that's an excuse for you to get nasty at the lady.
BUD:
Don't you tell me what I can and can't call my wife! I own her!
LINDSEY:
Bud, please-
BUD:
And fuck you too! I can't believe it! On my fucking ship! My fucking ship! You know what, go fuck yourselves!
JIM:
(being reasonable and calm) Captain, I'm sorry you had to see this. I couldn't feel more ashamed than I do right now.
Lindsey lights a cigarette from the bed. She can feel a fight a brewing.
BUD:
(staggering from the vodka) Don't you pity me!
LINDSEY:
(annoyed, puffing her cigarette) Bud, shut the fuck up.
BUD:
(to Jim) You bastard!
Bud charges at Jim with all his might at Jim, screaming. Bud winds up his left fist for a sucker punch right in the face. With lightning quick speed and accuracy, Jim grabs Bud's arm in mid-air just as the latter brings it down to the punch him. Jim quickly turns Bud's around so that his back is facing him. Jim pulls Bud's arm all the way around to his back and slams it forcefully against his spine. Bud winces in pain and struggles to get free. He tries with all his power to lift his arm from his back but Jim keeps it there, applying a lot of resistance.
BUD:
Ahh, you're breaking my bloody arm!
He winces his eyes in pain. Lindsey jumps up from her bed, dropping her cigarette.
LINDSEY:
Jim, stop it! You're hurting him!
JIM:
(into Bud's ear, quite calmly) Now I could of just broke your arm like that but I didn't because I like you too much to do a thing like that.
BUD:
(still trying to get free) Look-
JIM:
Uh huh. Let me talk. Me and the lady were just having a good time. I apologized to you out of respect, not because I really meant it.
LINDSEY:
Jim! Let go of him!
JIM:
And let me straighten something out for you. You don't own her. She owns herself and she can do whatever she pleases. Got it?
BUD:
(eyes tearing from the pain) Got it. Got it.
JIM:
Now if I let you go, you'll behave yourself right? And leave us alone?
BUD:
Yes.
JIM:
Alright then.
He releases Bud and Bud grabs his arm in pain. He staggers to the bed on his knees. Lindsey goes over to comfort him.
LINDSEY:
Bud, are you alright? Oh my God. You're all swelled up.
JIM:
Lindsey, I'm going to go. I'll see you later tonight, alright?
LINDSEY:
OK.
Jim exits, putting his muscle shirt over his head as he walks out the door.
LINDSEY:
Does it hurt?
BUD:
Like hell.
LINDSEY:
Do you want some ice?
BUD:
No, I'll be fine.
He touches the arm and winces in pain.
LINDSEY:
God, you always were so stubborn.
She rises from the bed. She motions for him to get up.
LINDSEY: (cont.)
C'mon, we're going to get you some ice.
35. THE CONTROL ROOM
Hippy is passed out on the floor, drunk as a skunk. One Night is in dark corner, polishing her knife. Lindsey swings the door open, cradling Bud's arm with one hand.
LINDSEY:
Now sit down.
Bud obeys. Lindsey goes to the refrigerator and takes out an icepack. She finds a clean towel and wraps it up in it. She goes over the table Bud's sitting at and places the icepack firmly on the Bud's arm. He tries to hide his pain.
LINDSEY:
Now apply pressure and don't move it.
Bud presses the icepack firmly down on his injured arm. He closes his eyes.
BUD:
I'm sorry, Lindsey. I'm sorry I lost my temper.
LINDSEY:
You were drinking weren't you?
One Night looks up from her little chair and watches the two.
BUD:
I may have had a swig or two.
LINDSEY:
More a like a bottle or two.
Bud puts his head down, ashamed.
BUD:
I just can't seem to get a grip on it. I get these urges I can't control.
LINDSEY:
You said you would end it last fall and here you are. Drunk, hurt, and a real mess.
BUD:
I miss you so much, Lindsey. Your touch, your smile. I miss the girl I married 8 years ago.
LINDSEY:
Bud, just stop please-
BUD:
You went to him to fulfil your needs. Not me. He was in you. Not me. He got to pleasure you. Not me.
LINDSEY:
Bud, it's not that simple.
BUD:
So when did you first start seeing him? After or before we crashed?
LINDSEY:
Before.
BUD:
After we left the port?
LINDSEY:
(ashamed) Before. (pause) The truth is Bud, I've been seeing Jimmy for around 6 months.
Bud is too in denial to say anything.
LINDSEY: (cont.)
We met at the Naval Base while we were prepping that rig around Christmastime.
Another pause.
LINDSEY: (cont.)
He makes me feel so special. He's sweet, kind, gentle.
BUD:
Yeah, well, he wasn't gentle when he did this.
He motions towards his arm.
LINDSEY:
He didn't mean any harm. You attacked him. Tried to punch him. What was he going to do? Sometimes you have to put your training to good use.
BUD:
So, would you like to go back to the room now and rekindle some old flames?
LINDSEY:
(upset) God, Bud, you just don't get it do you? We are through. Done. Forever. I'm with Jim now and you're just going to have to get used to it.
BUD:
But you looked so concerned when he had my arm in that lock.
LINDSEY:
Bud, I don't want to be married to you, but I don't want you dead either. There's a difference. And for God sake's, take off that damn wedding ring.
BUD:
Not till the divorce papers are filed.
LINDSEY:
This marriage was over years ago. Divorce papers or not.
BUD:
Fine! Have it your way!
Bud takes off his wedding ring and throws it down on the table. He gets up and walks angrily out of the room, knocking over the chair. Lindsey puts her face in her hands. A moment of silence. Then, One Night rises from her corner and comes into the light. She sits down in Bud's seat and looks at the wedding ring.
ONE NIGHT:
Life sucks, eh?
LINDSEY:
Tell me about it.
ONE NIGHT:
Bud leave you?
LINDSEY:
Other way around.
ONE NIGHT:
Then why do you look so down?
LINDSEY:
I dunno. Just depressed I guess.
One Night reaches out to Lindsey's hand, which is sprawled out across the table. She caresses it.
ONE NIGHT:
You have very soft hands.
Lindsey looks up at her. They move slowly inward for a kiss. Their lips meet and sparks fly. Lindsey is taken aback by the unexpected sensation. Then, she backs away.
LINDSEY:
Goodnight.
She walks out of the room without another word.
36. LINDSEY'S AND BUD'S QUARTERS
Bud lays on his side of the bed, eyes wide open. He looks over at Lindsey's side of the bed, empty.
37. THE MARINES' QUARTERS
Jim has his arm around Lindsey's shoulder as she sleeps peacefully. He smokes a cigarette and looks blankly in the ceiling above him.
38. COFFEY'S QUARTERS
The room is dimly lit. He is wearing Navy-issue green boxers. We open on a tight close-up of his foot. Silence fills the room. Then, a single drop of blood lands on the foot from above. He groans a little. We slowly pan up his leg looking for the cause of his pain. He groans again, a little louder this time. As the shot rises past his knee and to his chest, we find his arm, all bloody and cut. A wider- shot reveals Coffey sitting on his bed, his free arm holding a carving knife. He is cutting himself. Coffey's brow is lined with sweat pellets as he makes another gash in his lower arm. He bites his lip. He closes his eyes tight, loving the feel of it. His hand has been shaking, causing all the gashes to be zig-zaggy. He holds the hand up to his eyes and throws the knife forcefully across the room. Coffey begins to cry like a baby, holding himself, rocking back and forth.
39. THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE THE CONTROL ROOM - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
The door to the Control Room opens and Hippy stumbles out. The blue glow of the ship's dim ceiling lights illuminate the corridor. He makes his way down the corridor, clearly wasted. He balances up against one of the walls as he walks down towards the end of the hall. His eyes are heavy, his hair ruffled. He hears a noise and looks down the hall. Something was coming towards him. He can't quite make it out. It is all a soft, blue blur to him. As it gets closer, Hippy becomes enticed with it. His hand reaches out to touch it. He palms the end. The creature wraps itself around him, making him feel all warm and tingly. He smiles. The creature's face, just a big blur to Hippy, transforms into that of a gorgeous girl, the prettiest thing he has ever seen. She smiles at him. He can't help but smile back. He moves in to kiss her. He reaches her lips and they kiss passionately, his eyes closed. As Hippy kisses the "girl", part of the creature turns into a long, sharp carving knife. The knife raises high into air. Hippy's warm lips still in deep embrace with the girl. Then SWOOSH - the knife cuts deep into the back of his neck, leaving a deep gash. He screams in pain, unable to move. The sound of several doors are heard opening. The scuffling of slippers against the cold metal floor approach quickly. The water creature quickly releases Hippy, who buckles onto the floor. The creature disappears around the corner just in the split second that some of the crew round the corner. Bud, Coffey, Lindsey, Black, and Jim rush down the darkened corridor. Bud has on boxers and a T. The SEALS wear simply the boxers. Lindsey has her white bathrobe tied loosely around her.
BUD:
Where the hell's it coming from?
BLACK:
Down there.
COFFEY:
I think I see something on the floor over there.
They near the crumpled figure on the floor, moaning in pain. They realize it is one of them.
LINDSEY:
Hippy! Oh my God!
BLACK:
What the fuck happened to him?
One Night kneels down for a closer look.
ONE NIGHT:
He's bleeding pretty bad, sir.
BUD:
(kneeling down close to Hippy and talking loudly) Can you hear me, Hippy?
HIPPY:
(faint) Yes.
BUD:
What happened?
HIPPY:
This girl. This beautiful girl. I kissed her.
BUD:
A girl?
HIPPY:
She- she turned into this thing. Tried to kill me. (trying to get up but falling down) My neck! I cant feel my neck!
BLACK:
Whoa, this is some freaky shit.
ONE NIGHT:
(drawing her knife) Is this motherfucker still on the ship, man?
HIPPY:
I don't know. It- it all happened too fast. Ah, fuck, my neck.
Coffey leans down to inspect it.
COFFEY:
Hmm. Looks like a pretty deep gash.
He kneels down and feels Hippy's neck. Hippy groans in pain. Tears well up in Hippy's eyes.
COFFEY: (cont.)
You'll need stitches.
Coffey turns around and gives Black a quick look.
HIPPY:
Ahh, fuck!
BUD:
All right. One Night, Black you take that corridor. I'll take the other. If this bastard's still on the ship, we'll take care of it. Coffey you take Hippy here back to his room and fix him up. Lindsey you go back to bed and lock the door.
JIM:
And what about me, Captain?
BUD:
Go jerk yourself off in a cup.
The team splits up. Coffey picks up Hippy with ease and carries him down the hall. A pool of blood seeps down the hall.
40. A DARK CORRIDOR
One Night moves down a dark corridor, with Black following right behind her. One Night has her knife drawn and Black carries his gun. They turn a corner, ready to strike.
BLACK:
My fucking feet are all wet!
ONE NIGHT:
That's what boots are for.
It is clear she doesn't care for him much.
They round another corner.
BLACK:
(pointing) What's that?!
One Night quickly turns to look. Black slaps her on the ass. Quickly, One Night turns around and sticks her knife up to Black's neck. Just as quickly, Black grabs her arm and crushes it in his grip. She screams loudly.
ONE NIGHT:
(trying to get free of his grasp) You keep your hands off me!
BLACK:
Hey, there's nothing wrong with copping a good feel.
ONE NIGHT:
Let go!
Black lets go, pushing her away.
BLACK:
Try to stick me with that thing again, I'll break your neck!
He turns and continues down the hall, gun drawn. She nurses her arm.
41. HIPPY'S ROOM - NIGHT
Coffey slams open the door, Hippy in his arms. Hippy's white rat, Sandy, goes wild, pacing her cage back and forth, making a racket.
COFFEY:
Now kneel down, boy, and put your head down on the desk.
Hippy obeys. Coffey searches through Hippy's desk frantically and comes out with a threading needle.
COFFEY:
Thread!
HIPPY:
Near Sandy's cage. I use it to do tricks with her.
Coffey moves over to Sandy's cage and finds a spool of blue thread on top of it. He takes a seat next to Hippy and unravels some thread.
COFFEY:
Got a towel or tissues or something?
HIPPY:
There's a box of Kleenex in one of the drawers.
Coffey opens up the bottom drawer and pulls out a box of Kleenex. He takes a few of the tissues and wraps it up in a ball.
COFFEY:
Now bite on the this. It's going to hurt a lot.
Coffey sticks the ball into Hippy's mouth. He then spools the thread through the hole in the needle and pulls it through with his teeth. He holds the side of Hippy's forehead firmly down on the desk with his free hand.
COFFEY:
Ready?
Hippy grunts. Coffey sticks the needle into Hippy's neck, under his skin, and through the gash. He pulls the needle out the other side of the wound, closing part of the wound with the thread. Hippy lets out a piercing scream into the tissues and twitches from side to side.
COFFEY:
Stop squirming!
He slams the side of Hippy's head forcefully back down on the desk. He does another stitch. Blood is everywhere. Hippy is biting his tongue, moaning loudly. His face is covered in sweat.
COFFEY: (cont.)
I'm not as dumb as you think I am.
Hippy's eyes looks up at him.
COFFEY: (cont.)
I know what you're up to, you scum.
Hippy spits the tissues out of his mouth.
HIPPY:
(in pain) What are you talking about, man?
COFFEY:
Shut up!
Coffey shoves the ball of wet tissues back into Hippy's mouth.
COFFEY: (cont.)
Spit them out again and I'll slit your throat! Now be a good boy and let me finish.
He pats Hippy on the head like some sort of dog. He holds his head down and does another stitch, sending Hippy into a fit of pain. Coffey holds his head down.
COFFEY: (cont.)
You see, I had you figured out from day one. I've been watching you like a hawk. You may think no one saw through your façade but I did. I saw you for who you really were. An undercover spy working for the Russians!
Hippy panics and tries to raise his head but Coffey is much stronger than him and pushes it down with ease.
COFFEY: (cont.)
(as he does another stitch) Careful. Don't move. You wouldn't want me to slip up, would you?
Hippy expression turns from panic to fear. Hippy spits it out the tissues again, in agony.
HIPPY:
Look man, I told you what I saw!
COFFEY:
Shut the fuck up! (shoving the tissues back in his mouth) Your account of what happened is a likely story. Very likely, indeed. But unfortunately not true. Just the lies of a dirty Russian!
He goes another stitch. The wound is now closed up about halfway. Hippy screams in pain into the tissues. Blood covers Coffey's hands.
COFFEY: (cont.)
Now I'm going to give my version of the story and you tell me what you think. I say you crept out of your room in the middle of the night, crept down to the Tank Room, let some of those dirty Huns in. Then, you take them to the Control Room, where they plan to take over the ship. But they have to eliminate you first. Ya, that's it. They had to eliminate you because you were too young and likely to break if something went wrong and you had to be interrogated by the enemy. So they pulled a knife on you, got in a quick slice, but you screamed. Loud. They heard us coming so they left in a hurry. That's the real story, isn't it, kid?
Coffey stands up. He pulls Hippy, still kneeling, up against his stomach.
HIPPY:
Help! Help!
In a flash, Coffey's hand comes up and covers Hippy's mouth.
COFFEY:
I can't let you escape! I will not let you escape! (whispering) I will not be defeated...
Then, Coffey takes the bloody threading needle and slowly sticks into Hippy's right temple, penetrating through his skin and skull, letting it go in slow. Hippy's eyes widen to the size of golf balls and he moans in pure agony. He shakes but Coffey keeps him still. The needle goes further into Hippy reaching his brain. No blood is able to come out. Coffey's face becomes beet red. Hippy's screams are drowned out by Coffey's hand, pressed tightly against his mouth. Hippy goes into shock and begins to shake wildly from side to side. Coffey slowly pushes the needle deeper, penetrating Hippy's brain. Coffey's face is covered in sweat and his piercing eyes look down on his prey. Slowly, the convulsions grow weaker and the screams softer. Then, the screams stop and Hippy goes still, his head still propped up by Coffey. Coffey gently pulls out the threading needle from Hippy's temple and a single continuous spurt of blood shoots out from the wound. Coffey has a look of craziness in his eyes. He slowly uncovers Hippy's mouth.
The room is silent for a moment as Coffey looks at what he has done. The helpless teenager lying dead in his hands. Then, in a moment of surprise and rage, Coffey picks up the dead body and throws it forcefully across the room. It lands up against a trash can. Coffey lets out a loud scream and charges at it, kicking it in the ribs and chest over and over and over.
CRASH!
Bud, Jim, Black, and Catfish slam open the door. They look at sight before their eyes for a second in pure shock. Then-
BUD:
Grab him!
Jim and Catfish run over to Coffey and grab him, pulling him away. Coffey lunges around and sticks Catfish in the stomach with the needle. Catfish buckles and lets out a groan as he stumbles onto the bed. Jim goes to punch Coffey and Coffey grabs Jim's arm and slams him in the wall. Bud charges full force at Coffey, slamming him up against the wall. He slugs him one in the cheek. Coffey butts Bud in the head and flips him onto his back. Black just stands there in the doorway, watching this all. Jim comes up behind Coffey and smashes him with the lid to the garbage can.
COFFEY:
Fuck!
He grabs his head in pain as Catfish him rams into the desk. Coffey falls back onto the it, spreadeagled and winded. Bud gets up and rushes to try to help restrain Coffey. Lindsey and One Night appear at the door. Lindsey lets out a shriek at the sight.
ONE NIGHT:
Oh shit!
BUD:
(trying to restrain Coffey) Lindsey, get some sedatives pronto!
Lindsey just stares back at him, blankly.
BUD:
NOW!
Lindsey dashes out the room and down the corridor. One Night rushes to the crumpled mass on the floor and turns it onto its back to reveal Hippy's face, his eyes bugged out. One Night gasps. Jim runs over to Catfish's side who has Coffey pinned down on the desk. Jim grabs one of Coffey's arms and restrains it. Coffey pulls Jim close using his arm and then slams his fist into Jim's balls. Jim stumbles back, emitting a loud groan. He falls onto the bed, grabbing his crotch. His eyes well up with tears. Bud looks into Coffey's eyes.
BUD:
(whispering into Coffey's ear) You having fun, you sick fuck?
COFFEY:
(whispering back with a grin) Fuck you.
Bud loses control and grabs Coffey by the hair. He lifts his head up and slams it down on the hard desk repeatedly. A drop of blood trickles from Coffey's lips.
One of Coffey's hands comes up and punches Bud in the stomach. One Night comes out of her trance and looks with pure hatred at Coffey. She runs over to Coffey and bangs his arm up against side of the desk. Coffey moans in pain.
ONE NIGHT:
The kid was just 18 just, you sick fuck!
COFFEY:
He was a Russian!
ONE NIGHT:
He was trying to help you!
COFFEY:
Fuck you, you black dike!
Lindsey runs into the room with a big- ass needle and a vial of medicine.
LINDSEY:
I got it!
BUD:
Fill the needle! Fill the needle!
She fumbles with the vial and fills the needle all the way to the top. Catfish pulls Coffey up by his neck and slams him down on the bed next to Jim, who is still holding his groin, eyes closed. Coffey lands on his stomach, spreadeagled on the sheet. He quickly tries to get up, but Catfish slams him back down. One Night grabs one arm, holding it down. Bud grabs the other.
BUD: (cont.)
Hurry, godammit!
Lindsey hurries over with the needle. She pulls down the back of his boxers, revealing his ass. She jabs the needle into the center of his right cheek and slowly injects the fluid into him. He squirms in pain, biting his lip. She empties the needle fully and pops it out quickly.
COFFEY:
(into the pillow on the bed) You cunts! Fuck the lot of you! You're all going to die!
ONE NIGHT:
Shut the fuck up!
COFFEY:
(wildly) The Russians'll get you all, you cunts! You cunts!
He hits the mattress over and over again, screaming crazily. Then, his hands slowly quiet down. The screaming subsides. Finally, he lays still, slipping into unconsciousness. Lindsey pulls up the back of his boxers to cover his ass.
BUD:
What'd you give him?
LINDSEY:
Serotonin. Enough for an elephant. He'll be out for days.
One Night and Bud let go of Coffey's arms. They drop to the bed. Jim opens his tear-filled ears and looks at the scene before him. He lets go of his groin.
BUD:
(kindly) You alright, Jim?
JIM:
I'll be OK.
He runs his hands through his hair.
42. THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE HIPPY'S ROOM
The door opens. Catfish and Jim carry him out the room and down the corridor.
CATFISH:
Jesus, this guy weighs a ton.
One Night and Bud follow them, carrying Hippy's corpse. Lindsey exits a few moments later, with a blood filled rag. She sees Black standing outside the doorway.
LINDSEY:
Well you were a lot of help.
BLACK:
(coldly) Go fuck yourself.
He walks away down the corridor.
43. THE TANK ROOM - MORNING
Bud and Lindsey, still in their sleeping clothes, peer down at the naked body of Coffey. Bud has a cup of coffee in his hands. Coffey is lying on a twin bed, sleeping like a baby.
BUD:
Christ.
Bud offers his coffee to Lindsey, who takes a sip and hands it back.
LINDSEY:
Thanks.
BUD:
Alright, you can start now.
LINDSEY:
Well, it's hard to tell what set this guy off, but it was probably something big. I mean, we already knew this guy was a little off his rocker, but I don't think any of us could have predicted something like this happening.
BUD:
Yeah. Anything seem strange to you?
LINDSEY:
Well, there was one thing. Take a look at this.
Lindsey turns Coffey's arm around to reveal deep gashes.
BUD:
(surprised) Jesus. He was cutting himself too?
LINDSEY:
Mm hmm. Probably with a carving knife or something similar. The wounds are fresh so he probably did it earlier last night.
BUD:
So on top of having a psycho on the rig, we also have a suicidal kook.
LINDSEY:
I'm not all too sure he was trying to commit suicide.
BUD:
So... What? He just liked cutting himself?
LINDSEY:
Weirder things have happened. I'd like to get a look at his record though.
BUD:
OK.
LINDSEY:
Do you still keep the files onboard of all those present?
BUD:
Sure do. It'll be hell to find it though. Records room was pretty fucked up from the collision.
LINDSEY:
No harm in trying.
She leaves the room. Bud follows her and locks the door.
44. THE RECORD'S ROOM - SAME
The room is small and cramped. File cabinets have been knocked over, papers strewn everywhere. It's apparent no one has been in it since the collision. Bud and Lindsey enter.
LINDSEY:
Wow. You weren't kidding.
BUD:
I told you.
LINDSEY:
Where are the personnel folders?
BUD:
(points) In the grey one.
Lindsey steps carefully over all the papers on the floor and to the grey cabinet. She forces one of the drawers open and looks for Coffey's folder.
LINDSEY:
Got it.
She leans against the file cabinet and opens the manila folder. Bud climbs over the heap of cabinets to join her.
LINDSEY:
(reading out loud) Name: Hiram James Coffey. (mumbles, scanning through the record) Physical: Mentally unstable (looks up at Bud) Well we already knew that. (returns to the record, reading to herself) Wait. This can't be right.
BUD:
What?
LINDSEY:
Says here has suffers from 3rd stage Parkinson's.
BUD:
You've got to be shitting me.
LINDSEY:
Nope. Says he takes medication for it. Supposed to control the tremors.
BUD:
Well, he sure as hell didn't bring any medication on the rig.
LINDSEY:
That explains the cuts.
BUD:
What does?
LINDSEY:
Without the prescriptions, he's crazy.
BUD:
What else does it say?
LINDSEY:
(reads record) Says he suffers from acute insomnia. Also takes medicine for that. Whoa. Listen to this. "Claims he can only sleep after sex."
BUD:
This can't get any weirder.
LINDSEY:
Four prior arrests. Shoplifting, armed robbery, assault and battery, statutory rape.
Bud looks at her in disbelief.
LINDSEY:
Says he served one and a half years in a maximum security prison for that.
BUD:
Ding! Ding! Ding! And we have a winner!
LINDSEY:
If this guy was that screwed up and the Navy knew about it, why would they send him on a top priority mission?
BUD:
(gravely) Because he was just that good.
Lindsey looks up warily at Bud.
45. THE CONTROL ROOM - DAY
One Night and Catfish look up at Bud and Lindsey, who have just shared the contents of Coffey's record with them.
ONE NIGHT:
Parkinson's? You're fucking kidding right?
Catfish laughs out loud. Lindsey nods her head.
ONE NIGHT: (cont.)
You mean he was pulling a Michael J. Fox on us?
BUD:
His record doesn't lie.
CATFISH:
(shaking his head) Well, fuck me.
LINDSEY:
My thoughts exactly.
ONE NIGHT:
I say we lock up the rest of those SEALS. They can only mean trouble.
LINDSEY:
No! Not Jim! He wouldn't do anyone any harm.
BUD:
Look we all have to be on the same side here.
ONE NIGHT:
Fuck sides! This is war!
She storms out of the control room.
BUD:
Catfish?
CATFISH:
I dunno, Bud. We go way back, but I - I just don't know...
LINDSEY:
This is hopeless! We're all going to die down here!
BUD:
Don't say that, Lindsey, honey.
He tries to put his arm around her, but she pulls away.
LINDSEY:
I'm going to bed.
She leaves. Bud and Catfish just look at each other.
46. THE SHOWERS - NIGHT
A tiled shower room is lit dimly in pink light. 8 showers line one wall of tile. The room is open concept with no dividers or curtains. A door opens off screen and Bud enters with a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel drops to the floor. He walks solemnly to one of the showers and turns it on. He takes a bar of soap from the wall and lathers up. He puts his head under the shower head and just lets the water run down him.
47. MARINE'S QUARTERS - NIGHT
Lindsey and Jim are in bed. Jim has his arm around Lindsey.
LINDSEY:
Bud is starting to warm up to you.
JIM:
Eh.
Pause.
LINDSEY:
Jim?
JIM:
Yeah?
LINDSEY:
Do you think we'll get out this alive?
JIM:
Sure will, babe.
LINDSEY:
You wouldn't er - try anything now that you're boss is down?
JIM:
What do you mean?
LINDSEY:
Well, some of the other crew - not me - think that you or Black or both of you might try to take control of things.
JIM:
The way I see it we're all in the same boat. We gotta stick together.
Lindsey smiles up at him.
48. THE SHOWERS - NIGHT
Bud stands under the showers. Steam fills the room. The floor covered in water.
S-SWISH
Bud hears the noise and turns around. Nothing. He turns around.
We switch to the POV of something hiding in the shadows of the steam. It moves closer to Bud.
We go to an over the shoulder shot of Bud. Something moving closer to him from behind the mist and fog of the room.
S-SWISH
Bud hears the noise again and turns around quickly. Nothing. He looks from wall to wall. He shakes his head and turns around to see-
A HUGE TRANSLUCENT SNAKE STARING BACK AT HIM.
It is made completely out of water. Bud eyes grow wide. It hisses at him and strikes. He ducks. The snake lunges forward into thin air and crashes down on the water, disappearing. He gets up slowly.
Suddenly, the snake rises out of the water behind him. He hears it hissing and run for the door. It comes out of the water near the door, blocking his way out. Bud screams looking around desperate.
The snake lunges at him. Bud raises his hand in a last ditch effort to defend himself and strikes the snake in the center of its head. However, instead of hitting something solid, his hand just goes through its head and out the side. It hisses and explodes into millions of droplets of water that hit Bud and the walls of the shower.
The room is silent. Bud stands in its center, shocked and wet. Then, he dashes out of the room.
49. THE CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT
One Night and Catfish are playing cards.
CATFISH:
Got any sevens?
ONE NIGHT:
Go fish, motherfucker.
Then, Bud, towel around his waist, bursts in, scaring the shit out of both of them. One Night jumps up and gets her knife.
BUD:
Close the door! Close the door!
Bud buckles to his knees, gasping for air. One Night jumps up and closes the door.
CATFISH:
(scared) What the hell's going on?
BUD:
The thing. It's - it's back.
CATFISH:
Fuck!
BUD:
It came at me - in the shower. Attacked me.
ONE NIGHT:
Did you try to kill it?
BUD:
I couldn't get a hold of it.
ONE NIGHT:
Why?
BUD:
It's - it's made of water.
CATFISH:
What the hell are you talking about?
SLAM!
The door swings open! Everyone jumps. One Night screams.
Then we reveal the shadow of-
BLACK
in the doorway...
Everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
BLACK:
What the hell's going on here?
Silence for a moment as everyone catches their breath. Black looks at them with wide eyes.
Then,
CRASH!
The water snake appears behind Black and picks him up in his mouth, swinging him wildly from side to side.
ONE NIGHT:
Oh shit!
The water snake slams Black's head against the side of the door.
BLACK:
AAHHH!
Catfish jumps up and grabs a wrench off the table. He runs up to the snake and beats it in the side over and over. One Night throws her knife across the room and cuts through the snake, coming out the other side. The snake arches its back and releases Black, slamming him into the door. It quickly lowers into the water, hissing in pain.
BLACK:
Cunt. That cunt.
He grabs his bleeding stomach and groans.
BUD:
C'mon, let's go!
Bud takes his gun from the side table and rushes out of the room, followed by One Night and Catfish.
50. A DARKENED CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
Bud, One Night, and Catfish run down the hall after the water snake. They turn around a corner and run into a dead end.
CATFISH
(out of breath) Where the hell is the thing?
BUD:
I don't know. I could of sworn it went this way.
They turn around looking down the long empty corridor. Silence.
Then, slowly, the snake lowers itself from the ceiling! It hisses loudly. Catfish is just inches away from its head. He is frozen in fear.
HISS
It tongue comes out of its mouth and licks Catfish on his cheek. Bud and One Night dare not move a muscle.
Then,
CRASH!
Black appears from down the corridor, a lighter in his hand. The water snake turns around quickly.
BLACK:
Fry motherfucker!
He lights the lighter and flings it right into the snake's mouth. The snake erupts on fire, squealing and hissing. It flings Catfish back into Bud. Then in a blaze of fire the water snake explodes into a million water drops, drenching the four of them to their skins. Bud and One Night are flung back against a wall from the impact of the water.
Black goes over and picks up the lighter, which now sits in a pool of water. He tries to light it, but no spark comes out. He looks at them.
BLACK:
I need lighter fluid.
He walks away without another word.
51. THE TANK ROOM - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Coffey is laying spreadeagled on the bed, naked, sedated. Black and Jim sit on two stools next to the bed, watching him. They are sharing a bottle of vodka, both a little drunk.
JIM:
You know in Hawaii if you say "Aloha"?
BLACK:
(taking a slug of the vodka) Yeah.
JIM:
Well, how does the person you're talking to know if your saying hello or goodbye?
Pause.
BLACK:
What the fuck...
JIM:
No, seriously what's aloha mean?
BLACK:
It means "Shut the fuck up".
He takes another slug of vodka and sets the bottle down on the table next to them.
JIM:
Hey, I was only trying to make conversation. We've been sitting here for an hour, just staring at this guy on the table.
BLACK:
(defensively) That guy is our commander, ass wipe.
JIM:
That guy is a fucking psycho, that's what he is.
BLACK:
Hey, just cause you're banging the Captain's wife doesn't give you the right to bad mouth our commander.
JIM:
I can say whatever I want.
BLACK:
Oh yeah?
JIM:
(sternly) Yeah.
BLACK:
Then I can say whatever I want to. And I say that you're a fuckhead.
JIM:
Fuck you.
BLACK:
(rising from his chair) What was that, kid?
JIM:
(rising from his chair, but with a little more caution) Fuck you.
The two men come face to face.
BLACK:
That's what I thought you said.
Black suddenly shoves Jim hard. Jim looks at him and shoves him back. A shoving fight commences. Back and forth. Back and forth. Black pins Jim up against a wall and slugs him hard in the face. Jim groans and buckles to the floor. Black kicks him in the stomach.
JIM:
(holding his stomach, moaning in pain) Quit it, man!
BLACK:
(coldly) Shove me again and I'll not only go after you, I'll go after your sweet little girlfriend too.
That's it for Jim. Black's hit a soft spot. He quickly gets up and charges into Black, knocking him hard against the floor. Jim puts his hands around Black's neck, digging his fingers into it.
JIM:
Take that back, man.
BLACK:
(gurgling) Fuck you.
He kicks Jim off him, sending him flying across the room and crashing into Coffey's bed. Coffey's body is lurched off the bed and falls to the floor. Black charges at Jim, grabbing him by shoulders and knocking him into the side of the end table. Black sits on Jim's stomach, punching him in the face over and over and over. A look of pure anguish overcomes Jim.
BLACK:
I'll teach you to mess with me.
He grabs Jim by the hair and bangs his head against the floor. Jim's hand moves slowly up the side table to the top and grabs hold of the vodka bottle. He slowly raises it and smashes it onto Black's head. Black screams in pain and falls to the floor beside Jim.
Jim gets up and picks Black up by his neck and flings him up against the medicine cabinet, smashing the glass door. Black opens his eyes wearily and groans.
BLACK:
Fuck.
Black grabs one of the shards of glass behind his back. Jim peers down at him.
JIM:
Enough?
Black nods his head. Jim outstretches a hand to help him up. Black reaches out his hand, palming the glass.
JIM:
(kindly) C'mon, let me help you up.
As Jim's hand grabs Black, Black sticks the glass deep into Jim's palm. Jim yelps in pain.
JIM: (cont.)
Fuck!
He falls back. Black rises from the medicine cabinet, a few cuts from the glass on his forehead and hands. Jim pulls out the glass, his eyes watering in pain. He flings it across the room. Black charges at him, pinning him up against the wall. The two of them fight for control. Black punches Jim in the ribs, winding him. Then, Jim winds back and swings at Black's face, knocking the shit out of him. Black falls back on the desk, his hands outstretched on the table. Jim, grabbing his stomach, staggers over to him, in an effort to form a truce.
JIM:
C'mon. Enough of this shit. We're not kids anymore.
BLACK:
(still trying to catch his breath) Alright. Alright.
We see Black's left hand slowly move across the top of the desk, searching for a weapon. He finds a wrench near a box of staples.
JIM:
Truce?
BLACK:
(smiling) Not quite.
CRASH!
Black raises the wrench and strikes Jim with astonishing force on the side of his head! He stumbles back and falls forward crashing into the tank.
SPLASH!
Jim makes a big splash as he hits the water hard, going under. Water pours off the side of the tank and onto the floor. Black rises from the desk, dusting himself off.
Jim rises to the top, gasping for pain. The water around him turns a blood red. His eyes are so swollen he can barely open them. He hurts so much he can barely let out a faint scream.
Black whistles to himself as he walks past Jim, who reaches out a hand for help. He stares at Jim for a second and then walks over to the Tank Room door and peers outside, looking both ways. He sees that no one is there and closes the door quietly, locking it.
JIM:
AAH! Man, I can't see! I can't see! Black!
Jim flails his arms around, searching for something to grab onto.
JIM: (cont.)
Black, where are you? Help me. Please.
Black walks over to him and kneels down beside the tank, keeping his ass in the air.
JIM: (cont.)
(gasping for air, pleading) Black, where are you?!
Black takes a cigarette packet out of his back pocket and lights one, with a new lighter.
BLACK:
(kindly) I'm right here, kid. I'm right here.
Silence fills the room. With his free hand, he grabs Jim gently by the hair and pushes his head just below the surface of the water. Jim gasps for breath, in panic, not knowing what's going on. He screams for help but the water drowns it out. Jim tries to grab Black's hand from below but Black is much stronger and keeps a firm grip on the top of his head. Jim fights to open his eyes but they are swollen shut from the wrench. His arms flail around wildly, trying to grab onto something but just waving from side to side in mid-air. Black calmly smokes his cigarette while doing this, enjoying every puff. Jim shakes his head violently from side to side, trying to swim to the surface but Black's hand pushes his head down. Jim can feel the surface just inches from his nose. So close yet so far.
Jim arches his back as water fills his lungs. He gurgles. Water bubbles come up to the surface. Jim can do nothing but breath in the water, causing him to choke underwater. Black takes another puff of his cigarette, admiring the cool blue of the tank. Jim shakes violently, going into shock and then just as forcefully his body goes still, his nose bleeding from the chlorine. Black releases Jim's wet hair and the bloody, battered body sinks slowly to the bottom of the tank.
Black puts his cigarette out on the liner of the tank and throws it into the water. He gets up and walks over to Coffey's bed. He effortlessly turns over the bed. He picks up the sleeping Coffey and lays him down on the bed. He smiles at him and turns out the light. He unlocks the door and exits the room, closing it behind him.
52. MAIN CONTROL ROOM
Everyone is sitting down looking worried... Lindsey is smoking a cigarette.
The door opens and Bud comes in.
BUD:
I checked everywhere...He's no where.
Lindsey looks up
LINDSEY:
How the fuck can that be? He has to be on the fucking ship!
ONE NIGHT:
You think someone... well you know...
Lindsey looks at One Night shocked.
LINDSEY:
You think someone killed him?
ONE NIGHT:
Hey sweet ass... I don't know shit right now...
Lindsey then looks at Black who is sitting across the room.
LINDSEY:
Black... you were the last to see him... what happened?
BLACK:
Hey Miss ...don't be pointing fingers at me... just because your fuck buddy is missing you can't be acting that way
Lindsey looks over raged.
She gets up in a huff... Bud tries to stop her but she goes into the doorway.
LINDSEY:
I'm going check on Coffey... he needs another shot
She leaves and the rest of them all look at each other
53. WATER ROOM
Lindsey enters the dim lit room... chains hang from the ceiling making a strange clinking noise... she enters looking at Coffey fast asleep.
She walks over to the stark naked man and gives a sigh... she then sits on the edge of the bed and starts getting the shot ready... she then hears a loud clink noise...
She flips around drawing in quick breaths...
She sees it was just the chains.
She starts to laugh when a flash of a hand covers her mouth with a white cloth... she tries to scream and fight back but the hand has a strong grip on her... she fights, then her eyes roll back into her head and her body goes limp to the floor...
We see the hand belongs to Coffey... he sits up... part of his hand is shaking... he looks down at Lindsey and gives a sly smile.
COFFEY:
Pay backs a bitch.
54. CONTROL ROOM
Everyone is sitting aground looking scared and pissed off ... Black is sitting near the monitors screens that show every part of the rooms... he looks down at the last screen on the left... his eyes become big at the sight he sees.
There on the monitor shows the water room... he sees Coffey and Lindsey... Coffey is very much awake now and is on top of Lindsey stark naked and raping her... and he looks like he's having a hard time...
Black draws in a quick breath... shocked... he looks behind him and sees that everyone is sitting at the table and talking ...no one is seeing this...
He now knows it's time... slowly he takes out his hand gun and turns around.... And raises his gun to eye level...
He then shoots up and screams.
BLACK:
NO ONE FUCKING MOVE!
Everyone flips around and looks at Black.
ONE NIGHT:
Fuck!
Black then shoves the gun right into Bud's face.
BLACK:
The ship is now under control of the US Navy...
Bud watches this ...the gun sticking right into his eye.... he then sees behind Black, One Night and Catfish slowly walking to him.... Catfish has his old steel base ball bat in his hands.
CATFISH:
Hey Black!
Black turns around and Bang!
The bat slams right into his face... Black gets knocked down a little and drops his gun...
Bud then picks up the gun.
Black leans on the wall ... his mouth is bleeding... he looks at One Night and Catfish in a crazed way.
BLACK:
SON OF A BITCH!
He then screams and tries to ram right into the other two... Both scream and try and jump back... Bud then fires the gun before Black can reach the other two.
The Gun fires and let's out three good shots right into Black's head... Pieces of brain and blood spray on One Night's white shirt...
The body then falls to the ground... The other two look at the body and then up at Bud who looks just as shocked as they do...
BUD:
Everyone Ok?
Both of then slowly shake their heads yes without taking their eyes the body.
Bud then puts the gun down on the table and then looks at Catfish.
BUD:
Where the fuck is Lindsey?
CATFISH:
She said she was going check up on Coffey...
His voice trails off and all three of them at the same time turn to the monitors ... Bud sees something and slowly walks to it... never taking his eyes off it...
He looks at it and his eyes go wide...
55. CLOSE UP OF MONITOR
Black and white. Coffey is straddling Lindsey on the bed on top of her. Hands are everywhere. We cannot hear any audio from the feedback monitor. Coffey's mouth is moving so we assume he's talking.
56. QUICK CUT TO WATER ROOM
Same as before, just with sound. We hear what Coffey was saying.
COFFEY:
Sorry for the bumpy ride, hon'.
He grabs her head by her hair and pulls it upwards as he does her.
57. QUICK CUT BACK TO MONITOR
BUD:
What the fuck does he think he's doing?
CATFISH:
Her.
One Night slaps Catfish over the head.
BUD:
That's it, I'm going to save her!
ONE NIGHT:
I don't think you're going anywhere, honkey. (points to the camera)
Coffey looks up at the camera from the water room, almost sensing telepathically what Bud must be thinking. He shakes his finger up at the camera and lips "No No". With his other hand, he reveals a gun which is placed over Lindsey's back.
BUD:
Fuck, he's got a gun.
CATFISH:
How'd he get it??
BUD:
(at the moment of realization) It's mine.
ONE NIGHT:
OH SHIT.
BUD:
Dammit! He knew all along. It was a trap. He must of planned it. He knew I'd give her a gun. Fuck!
ONE NIGHT:
Fuck!
58. CUT BACK TO WATER ROOM
Coffey is now fucking Lindsey in slow, deep strokes. He slaps her ass hard.
COFFEY:
(panting, out of breath) Come on hon', wake up.
Lindsey slowly comes to, feeling a searing pain in her groin. She panics and tries to get up. Coffey puts the gun to her head.
COFFEY:
Uh huh. You ain't going nowhere.
LINDSEY:
Ahhh. Coffey, what the fuck are you doing?
COFFEY:
You!
He laughs. He goes down to her lips and kisses her hard, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She gags at this. He slaps her hard on the face.
COFFEY:
Easy there.
He goes down to her neck, kissing it and biting at the same time.
COFFEY:
(sweating) I've been waiting to do this since we first met.
Lindsey starts to sob frantically in pain.
LINDSEY:
GET OFF! GET OFF!
COFFEY:
Shut up!
He slaps her again hard across the face. Then, he starts to thrust faster, making her scream in pain. Her face becomes matted with sweat as she tries to pull her off but Coffey is too heavy and her arms drop to her side. Their two wet bodies pressed together.
59. THE CONTROL ROOM
BUD:
DAMMIT! I have to get down there.
ONE NIGHT:
Here use my gun.
CATFISH:
Are you crazy? He'll shoot her and then he'll shoot you!
BUD:
I have to take that chance.
He grabs the gun and runs out the room.
60. CLOSE-UP OF BUD'S FEET
He runs hastily down the corridor, turning, screaming, running. Water covers the floor. His boots and jeans are all wet. He reaches the door and stops dead.
61. THE WATER ROOM
BUD'S POV
Coffey has his back to him, the bed at 45 degree angle. Lindsey is sobbing.
BUD:
Coffey! Have you gone mad?
COFFEY:
I was mad long before I ever stepped on the ship!
BUD:
Let her go now Coffey and no one gets hurt.
COFFEY:
Don't do anything stupid, Bud. She ain't going no where - at least not until I finish - and that could be a long time, ain't that right, sweet pea?
LINDSEY:
Fuck you, Coffey!
COFFEY:
Mmm. I'd always thought you'd like to.
He caresses her face as he pumps deep into her. He cups her ass as his chest rubs up against her breast. He smiles and looks into her eyes, never missing a single thrust.
COFFEY:
I bet you don't remember me.
LINDSEY:
(almost to the point of gagging) What are you talking about?
COFFEY:
The club... Lincoln... 1977... (whispering into her ear, out of breath) We owned that dance floor that night.
LINDSEY:
(realizing) Oh my God!
BUD:
Fuck it, Coffey? What are you talking about? (pointing his gun at Coffey)
COFFEY:
Dirty dancing. That's what I'm talking about.
He pinches her ass.
COFFEY:
You still got the same ass!
BUD:
(basically screaming) Coffey, get the fuck off her! I'm counting to three.
COFFEY:
(pointing the gun to Lindsey's head, licking her ear) Moan for me, baby, I like loud girls.
LINDSEY:
Fuck you!
BUD:
One!
COFFEY:
(cocking his gun) Moan!
LINDSEY:
Fuck your mother!
COFFEY:
MOAN!
Bud lets out a loud scream.
BUD:
TWO!
COFFEY:
MOAN, YOU FUCKING BITCH!
Lindsey lets out a big ass love cry that fills the room, tears in her eyes, almost genuine.
BUD:
THREE!
Coffey bites into Lindsey's neck like a vampire. She lets out a piercing scream. Bud loses it. He shoots a warning shot into the ceiling.
BUD:
(collapsing on the floor in defeat) Fucking hell, Coffey!
COFFEY:
(paying no attention to Bud) Touch it.
Lindsey looks up at him horrified.
COFFEY:
(in a sexy voice) You heard me. Touch it.
Lindsey closes his eyes as he gets out of her, moving her hand down his chiseled body, past his heaving chest and his erect nipples, down his washboard stomach to his rock hard dick, wet with her juices.
COFFEY:
Up and down nice and slow.
She slowly goes up and down his shaft and over his head. She starts to gag but he covers her mouth gently. She goes slightly faster and then strangely moves to his balls. Coffey lets out a slight cough.
COFFEY:
(Smiling) Well, Bud, looks like the bitch's finally getting into it.
Then, suddenly, Lindsey grabs his balls and squeezes them hard. Coffey lets out a loud scream.
LINDSEY:
I'm no one's bitch, you bastard!
Coffey slugs Lindsey right in her mouth. She lets out a loud shriek of pain. She grabs her lip, all covered in blood. Coffey smiles and gets back on top of her, almost crushing her body. He enters her again and starts thrusting into her burning pussy.
COFFEY:
Here, let me take care of that!
He goes down and kisses Lindsey's mouth, sucking in all the blood and biting down on the lip, causing Lindsey even more pain. One of his hands goes to her right breast, pinching the nipple. He pumps harder and harder as Lindsey looks blankly up into space. Coffey's matted blond- brown spiked hair gets all in her face. Coffey kisses down her neck as he keeps Lindsey's hands still with his free arm. His speed increases as he fills every inch of her now throbbing clit. She lets out a single moan of pleasure. She thinks, "Could she actually be enjoying this?"
Coffey looks up from her neck and smiles.
COFFEY:
Oh you know you love it you bitch.
Bud gets back up and grabs his gun.
BUD:
(can't take it anymore, tears rolling down his cheeks) Enough... Coffey... please... enough.
COFFEY:
Don't worry, partner, I'm almost done...
He increases his speed and kisses her deeply, lolling his wet tongue in her mouth, grinding it up against her teeth and tongue, their wet lips clung instinctively together. His other hand still rubbing her nipple. As passion slowly takes his, he pushes her legs together to arch her back and thrusts deeply in her, making her moan loudly in a sort of twisted pleasured way. He climaxes in her, grunting loudly, his head buried in her neck, his eyes closed in passion, his ass high in the air with his hands holding up her thighs.
Then, everything grows still as he just lays on top of her, panting, sweaty, tired, emotionally drained. She looks up at the ceiling, expressionless. He licks her one last time, wiping the hair away from her brow and kisses her forehead, smiling down at her.
COFFEY:
I've been waiting to do that for 12 years...
Coffey then pulls the gun tighter to her head and looks into her blank eyes.
COFFEY:
Sorry baby... But your job is finished.
Coffey pulls the trigger and theres a soft click noise... Lindsey shuts her eyes in panic...
Nothing...
Bud lets out a hard breath and looks at Lindsey and Coffey... still alive...
Coffey looks at the gun and sees the shells have been taken out.
COFFEY:
Oh fff-
Just as Coffey starts to say "fuck", Bud charges full speed at him. Coffey turns around with just enough time to pull his jeans up as Bud knocks him against the wall. Coffey buckles as Bud takes his gun out of his pocket and puts it right between Coffey's eyes.
BUD:
Say goodbye, motherfucker!
Bud cocks the gun and is about to shoot when both men hear a faint voice from the bed:
LINDSEY:
(blankly) Where am I?
As Bud turns to look, Coffey pokes Bud in the eyes and the gun goes off, shooting into the ceiling. Bud drops the gun as he falls back and it is flung into the water, sinking quickly. Bud stumbles to the ground as Coffey kicks him repeatedly in the ribs. Bud, blindly, grabs one of Coffey's legs and bites into him.
COFFEY:
AHHHHH!
Bud grabs his pocket knife and stabs it deep into Coffey's leg. Coffey lets out a piercing scream and falls backward into the water. Bud rises and jumps in after him.
Bud and Coffey struggle in the water. Air bubbles. Punches. Jabs. Coffey rings his legs around Bud and punches him repeatedly in the ribs. Bud elbows Coffey in the neck and races to the top. He reaches the surface and gasps for air as Coffey rises up aside of him, pushing his head underwater. The two men struggle. Bud grabs Coffey's head and pushes him underwater as water. Coffey slams Bud up against the side of the tank and starts punching him in the face over and over. Bud uses his pocket knife to stab Coffey in the ribs. Coffey suddenly goes motionless as the blood slowly seeps up from his ribs.
A blank emotional stare comes over Coffey. Bud stares into his big green eyes. Silence. Then, suddenly, Coffey lets out a scream underwater that startles Bud. He goes right for Bud's neck, wrapping his fingers around it. Bud punches Coffey in the side of head as both shoot to the top.
SPLASH!
Both reach the surface and Bud races out of the tank as Coffey grabs one of Bud's boot pulling him back in. Bud slashes Coffey across his chest with the knife and Coffey lets out a big yelp and falls back into the water. Bud rushes out and lays motionless on the surface of the tank, trying to catch his breath.
He crawls over to the desk and grabs a wrench. He swings around and looks at the pool.
Silent.
He creeps slowly towards the edge of the pool and looks down. He can see nothing but pale blue.
BUD:
Where the fuck did he go?
COFFEY:
I'm right here motherfucker!
Bud turns around to see Coffey dripping wet, hair floppy, a long pipe in hand. He smashes it against the side of his face and Bud tumbles to the ground. Coffey gets on top of him as Bud, opens his eyes, face all bloody. Coffey wraps his hands around Bud's neck and squeezes tightly. Bud gasps for air. Bud wraps his hands around Coffey's back and starts punching into him with force. Over and over as Coffey chokes Bud. Both men have a look of determination on their faces. Bud uses his knuckles to pound into Coffey's tender skin, bruising it, then turning it black and blue.
COFFEY:
FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Bud keeps pounding into Coffey, making him bleed. Coffey's hands become red, Bud turns blue, his eyes pop. The blood from Coffey's back trickles down his thighs and onto the hard cement floor, forming a puddle. Then, Bud slowly stops as he blacks out.
COFFEY:
(kneeling down) You're right. She was the fuck of the century.
He gets up and hurls Bud's body up against the medicine cabinets causing all the glass to shatter and the pills to come tumbling out.
COFFEY:
(picking up a pill bottle) An Advil a day, keeps the doctor away.
He pops one in his mouth and exits the room in search of Lindsey.
62. THE CONTROL ROOM
One Night and Catfish watch in horror at the fight on a 30 second delay monitor.
ONE NIGHT:
FUCK IT!
CREAK...
Catfish and One Night dart around as they stare into the doorway. Lindsey naked, mumbling to herself, walks by the doorway.
LINDSEY:
HKJHJKHKJ KJHKJHIULHKN KJHKHPMHKH
ONE NIGHT:
What the fuck is that girl on, man?
Catfish and One Night rush over to Lindsey and wrap a towel around her. Catfish stays by the door.
ONE NIGHT:
Are you OK, honey?
LINDSEY:
(seeing something in the doorway) BEHIND YOU!
Coffey pops up behind Catfish, a crazed look on his face, a hunting knife in his hands.
COFFEY:
Heeeeeeere's Coffey!
The electricity goes dead as Coffey lunges at a horrified Catfish. Many screams, moans, gurgles, yells, and scuffles are heard.
Then the room goes silent. Lindsey's heavy breathing is heard.
LINDSEY:
Catfish? One Night?
FLASH
The lights return. On the other side of the room, stands Coffey, covered in blood, his head down, looking up at her, bloody knife in hand.
Catfish and One Night's bodies are sprawled across the room.
COFFEY:
It's only you and me, bitch.
Lindsey stares blankly, emotionlessly at Coffey. Coffey stares back.
Peace in the room.
Lindsey puts her index finger up to her mouth and slides it down her drenched body to her pussy. She sticks one finger in and brings it back up to her lips and into her mouth, sucking on it.
LINDSEY:
I can still taste you in me.
COFFEY:
Mmm. Ready for round two, sweetass?
Lindsey charges at him, knocking him to the floor. She turns into psycho bitch.
LINDSEY:
You bastard! You bastard!
She claws at his face. Coffey scream loudly and then slaps her hard across the face. She falls to the floor and he mounts her.
COFFEY:
Let's get this shirt off ya.
She lets out a shriek and kicks him in the balls. Coffey buckles and drops to the floor beside her. She pants and tries to get up but stumbles against the table, knocking it over. She grabs One Night's pocket knife and staggers to the door. Frightened she looks left, then right and aimlessly walks down the hallway. Coffey's eyes open wide and looks to the doorway.
63. HALLWAYS
Tracking shot of Lindsey running the halls, turning corners, knife loosely in her hand. She gets to a dead end and follows it down. She looks down the hallway expecting Coffey to turn the corner. Nothing. Silence. Lindsey goes quiet and catches her breath. Then, suddenly,
CRASH!
COFFEY SPRINGS DOWN FROM THE VENT ABOVE LINDSEY
He slams her to the ground, looking down at her with madness in his eyes. She screams and tries to struggle. She tries to jab him with the knife, cutting him across the palm. He yelps as she cuts him again across the chest. Coffey takes the knife from her and crushes it, causing the blade to go into Lindsey's hand, leaving a deep gash. Lindsey flings the knife across the hallway. Lindsey elbows Coffey in ribs and he rolls off her. She tries to run away but he grabs her by the legs and smashes her down on the floor.
COFFEY:
Looks like I broke that pretty little face of yours.
LINDSEY:
Let me got! Let me go!
Coffey crawls over to Lindsey and pulls her hair as she tries to get away. She screams and looks down the hallway seeing the knife only a few inches away from her hand. She outstretches it and tries to grab it, Coffey and her locked in a struggle. She grabs the knife and swings it across her to stab Coffey in the shoulder. Coffey screams in pain the knife still stuck in his shoulder. He pounds her in the face over and over. She grabs the knife out of his shoulder. He buckles as she tries to jab him over and over and over. He dodges her and finally grabs a hold of the end of the knife. They get to their knees, locked in a battle for the control of the knife. Lindsey is screaming continually as Coffey moans in pain. The lights flicker and then suddenly go out.
WE HEAR A SQUISH NOISE AND THEN A GRUNT.
We fade up on a close-up of the two faces, looking emotionless at each other. We are unsure who exactly was stabbed. They both have a look of pure hate on their face. Both still.
The camera slowly pans down to...
The knife sticking out of Lindsey's chest!
Coffey's hand still. He looks at her and smiles.
COFFEY:
I wonder why things didn't work out. Funny- you seemed like a nice girl.
He kisses her deeply and passionately and then take the knife out. Lindsey falls with a thud to the ground. Coffey, still on his knees, looks at the knife all bloody. He takes out a hanky from his jeans and wipes it clean, seeing his reflection in the shiny blade.
Then, Coffey stops dead. He hears heavy breathing from behind him. He pauses and turns around to come face to face with the alien. A huge blue creature, its many sets of teeth all covered in slime. Its big green eyes look at Coffey like a snack.
Long pause. Coffey staring wide-eyed into the alien.
COFFEY:
Oh fuck!
THE SCREEN CUTS TO BLACK AND THE SOUND OF A CRUNCH IS HEARD.
THE END