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FLEET WEEK: Evanescence Screenplay by David Redstone ADAPTED from the NOVEL: Fleet Week: Evanescence by David Redstone Email Address: email@example.com Mobile Phone: 310-945-6414 (Pacific) WGAw Reg #: 1704165 Copyright © 2011-2015 by David Redstone This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author. EXT. DECK RAIL - WW2 JAPANESE DESTROYER - LATE AFTERNOON A YOUNG JAPANESE OFFICER, 20s, stands against the rail and peers through binoculars at a calm sea. YOUNG JAPANESE OFFICER Gen'yu! Gen'yu! (Oil! Oil!) A SENIOR JAPANESE OFFICER, 30s, looks through his own binoculars. SENIOR JAPANESE OFFICER Koko de,? (Where?) The Young Officer points at an area on the surface. YOUNG JAPANESE OFFICER Aru! (There!) The Senior Officer sights down the line of the man's arm. He then raises and focuses his binoculars. An oil slick appears through the lenses. SENIOR JAPANESE OFFICER Hai, watashi wa sore o sansho shite kudasai! (Yes, I see it!) He turns to face the CAPTAIN up on the bridge deck. SENIOR JAPANESE OFFICER (CONT'D) Wareware wa, shirei-kan, sorera o hitto! (We hit them, Commander!) The Captain motions to a BRIDGE OFFICER who holds a bullhorn. He takes the bullhorn from him and clicks it ON. JAPANESE DESTROYER CAPTAIN Wareware wa amerika-jin o te ni sa rete imasu! Omedeto, dansei! (We have hit the Americans! Congratulations, men!) Men on deck cheer and wave their arms. On a nearby destroyer, officers and crew also celebrate. INT. BRIDGE - U.S. SUBMARINE - LATE AFTERNOON The red-lit, steeply-angled bridge is a scene from Hell. Pressurized water sprays from various pipes and fixtures. Explosions erupt across navigational gear along bulkheads. The shrieking cacophony is punctuated by bangs and pops. A sonar scope shatters. Glass from smaller gauges cracks, then shards explode out. A flying glass sliver buries itself into a blond MAN'S cheek. He grabs at his face, loses grip on a deck-mounted swivel chair and tumbles into the down-angled forward bulkhead. A depth meter needle passes three hundred fifty feet. Huge vibrations rock the bridge. TWO MEN lose their footing and slide down to the forward bulkhead. Seawater jets through the seal around the closed aft hatch. Half a dozen MEN - mouths open - cling to equipment handles, cables and table edges. All struggle to cover their ears. The sub's down-angle increases sharply. The aft hatch breaks free and a cascade of seawater roars through the opening. The hatch cover plows into the CAPTAIN near the periscope. He's driven into a mass of bodies at the forward bulkhead. The red battle lights flicker, then the bridge goes black. EXT. OCEAN The stricken boat plunges in a slow-motion cartwheel. Blue-white sparks suddenly form around the sail of the submarine as it tumbles downward. A blue-white electrified outline spreads across and around the submarine and pulses for several seconds. The light flickers out and the sub disappears into blackness. A wrenching squeal rises from the depths as the hull crushes. Then silence. FADE TO BLACK. EXT. FORECOURT - GRAUMAN'S CHINESE THEATRE - MORNING (Current day) It's warm and sunny at this famous Hollywood landmark. A young couple, early 20s, crouches around the Star Trek square of handprints and footprints. He's DEREK GARNETT, fit, very good-looking. She's KRYSTEL JANELLI, model looks. A TOURIST points a camera phone at them. The tourist clicks a button, then hands the phone back to Krystel. KRYSTEL Thank you so much! Derek frowns as he glances at a group on the forecourt. He opens his cell phone, then closes it. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Again? DEREK We need to get going. C'mon! KRYSTEL Can't we relax for even one minute? DEREK We have to be at the campus by... KRYSTEL Terrific, people! He's using a stopwatch on our vacation! A few tourists look their way and smile. DEREK Well, it's a working vacation. They come together and walk towards the street. KRYSTEL Wait, you almost made me forget. Krystel grabs his arm and leads him back to the forecourt. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Our faves, right? You first. DEREK Where was she? KRYSTEL Back there. They go to Natalie Wood's square. Derek hurriedly crouches. Once again he glances around and frowns, then faces Krystel. She snaps the picture. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Oh wow, dazzling smile. What's up? DEREK Nothing. Where's Cary Grant? KRYSTEL That way. At Grant's square, Krystel goes down to a knee and smiles. She looks off to a group of tourists and drops her smile. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Oh my God! There he is again! DEREK There's who? KRYSTEL I thought someone was... Never mind, just go ahead. Krystel poses quickly, and Derek takes the photo. She straightens up and grabs his arm. DEREK That was no Julia Roberts smile. KRYSTEL C'mon, let's get away from here! DEREK I've been saying that all along. They hurry onto the sidewalk, then towards an intersection. Krystel looks back anxiously as they cross the street. INT. TAXI - 405 FREEWAY SOUTH - LATE MORNING RAY KELVIN, blond, early 20s, good looks, sits up front. The taxi paces a yellow Mustang. A freeway sign appears: Bellflower Blvd 1/2 Mile. The Mustang maintains its speed and lane position. TAXI DRIVER Should I exit? RAY No. Keep following. INT. MUSTANG - 405 FREEWAY SOUTH - CONTINUOUS Derek grips the steering wheel hard and pushes back. The wheel slips, the car swerves. He instantly corrects it. Krystel looks at him sharply, then faces forward. Derek's lips move as if he's speaking. No sound comes out. He stares ahead, unblinking, very intense. INT. TAXI - 405 FREEWAY SOUTH - CONTINUOUS The Mustang goes right past the freeway exit ramp. RAY He's supposed to jump off here! Okay, keep pacing him until... TAXI DRIVER Sir, look! INT. MUSTANG - 405 FREEWAY SOUTH - CONTINUOUS Derek abruptly spins the wheel to the right. The tires impact a raised apron bordering the exit lane. The Mustang goes airborne, then slams down onto the apron. The left front fender nudges a water-filled crash barrel. It half-spins, topples and rolls down into the right lane. A tractor-trailer nails the barrel and it pops like a water balloon. The truck veers into the next lane over. Vehicles in the two right lanes swerve, horns blast, brakes screech and blue smoke clouds rise from skidding tires. The Mustang jumps off the apron, cuts into the off-ramp lane and nearly crashes into another car. INT. MUSTANG - BELLFLOWER BLVD EXIT - CONTINUOUS Krystel rocks in the seat as Derek struggles with the wheel. KRYSTEL What the fuck are you DOING? Derek pumps the brakes. The Mustang slows and he finally gets it under control. The car they almost hit passes by on the left. The OLD MAN driver gives them the finger out of his window. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) He's right! You almost killed us! DEREK Sorry, I got distracted. KRYSTEL Jesus! I don't want to die in California, okay? The Mustang crawls towards the green light ahead, while the old man makes his left turn easily. The light changes to yellow, then red. Derek flips on his right turn signal and stops. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) I thought you were in a hurry? EXT. INTERSECTION - BELLFLOWER BLVD EXIT - CONTINUOUS A HOMELESS MAN, late 30s, dirty and shabby, starts to cross. He reaches the front of their car and pauses. The man shambles back over to the passenger side, aims a spray bottle at the windshield and squeezes. INT. MUSTANG - BELLFLOWER BLVD INTERSECTION - CONTINUOUS The man squints his eyes to slits at Krystel. He focuses on her as he applies a ball of soggy newspaper to the glass. Krystel fixates on him as he shuffles in front of their car. He comes to Derek's door, then thrusts a blackened hand through the open window. HOMELESS MAN Fer the trouble... Derek pulls a bill from his shirt pocket and offers it. The man snatches the bill and winks. He eyeballs Krystel a moment, then slowly backs away. KRYSTEL I wish he'd have scoured the paint off this stupid car! What a creep! DEREK Creep? Krys, he's homeless! KRYSTEL I don't mean because of that! I've seen homeless... Just forget it. The lights turn green but their car stays put. A horn beeps from behind. Derek turns onto Bellflower Blvd. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) You didn't see him looking me over? Like I'm an animal in a zoo. DEREK I was watching traffic. KRYSTEL Of course you were. Krystel removes a phone from her purse, presses some buttons and holds it to her ear. She smiles as she closes the phone and puts it away. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Big date for Uncle T. Luck-y girl! DEREK How come? KRYSTEL She gets to be wined and dined by a genuine Navy SEAL. DEREK When does he want us there, again? KRYSTEL Around two o'clock, two-thirty. DEREK That's tight. We still have the Arrowtail, then our yacht at six. KRYSTEL He's family, hon. It's just for an hour or so. DEREK Couldn't we go tomorrow morning? KRYSTEL He's driving to Carmel, early. DEREK But that cuts it awfully close today, so maybe... KRYSTEL Then you stay in the room and I'll take a cab. I'm seeing him this afternoon. End of story. They pass a green sign on the right: UCLB Campus DEREK All right, I'll go. As long as he doesn't kick my ass. KRYSTEL That was years ago. Whomever he did that to, deserved it. Hey? Everybody loves my Uncle Tom. Derek drives straight through at the campus intersection. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Are we going in another way? DEREK What? KRYSTEL I thought we would turn there. DEREK Oh shit! Derek cuts into the turn lane and stops at the next light. KRYSTEL What's wrong? DEREK Nothing. KRYSTEL Bullshit. DEREK I missed the turn, so what? KRYSTEL You've been away from me ever since we boarded the plane in Wichita! DEREK That's your imagination. KRYSTEL You're acting fucking weird. DEREK Maybe it's the conference. You don't know my boss. KRYSTEL That thing's not 'til Wednesday. DEREK I have to go over some new stuff... KRYSTEL Screw your boss and his conference. Derek makes a sharp, fast U-turn when the light changes. INT. TAXI - BELLFLOWER BLVD - CONTINUOUS Ray and the driver coast towards the intersection of University of California, Long Beach (UCLB). Ray spots the Mustang and scrunches down in the seat. The light changes. The Mustang turns into the campus drive. RAY All right, go through and then hang a right at the next street up. EXT. TAXI - ROAD FROM BELLFLOWER BLVD - CONTINUOUS RAY I should be back in an hour. If not, then take off, okay? He hands the driver several bills and walks away. TAXI DRIVER Thank you, sir! INT. TAXI - ROAD FROM BELLFLOWER BLVD - CONTINUOUS The driver stuffs the cash into a shirt pocket. He glances in his side view mirror. It reflects Ray as he walks towards Bellflower Boulevard. The driver reaches over, resets the meter, then straightens up and again looks in the mirror. He frowns and sticks his head out of the window. The sidewalk is empty. EXT. WALKWAY - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS Krystel aims her camera phone at a huge Blue Pyramid. KRYSTEL Beautiful! What's it used for? DEREK Sports. Basketball, mostly. Concerts. People emerge from buildings and start to crowd onto the walkway as classes break. Derek points ahead. DEREK (CONT'D) Engineering. Krystel steps onto the grass and aims her phone at the engineering buildings. On the phone screen, Ray Kelvin passes Derek on the walkway and continues towards her. Krystel looks up. Their eyes lock. Ray then looks down and quickens his pace as he passes her. Derek discovers Krystel isn't with him. He stops, turns around, and a STUDENT nearly collides with him. Krystel catches up to Derek, grabs his arm. DEREK (CONT'D) Hey, what's the matter... KRYSTEL I saw him again! DEREK Him? KRYSTEL The guy at the Chinese theatre! DEREK Which one... Who? Derek darts his eyes around - apprehensive, worried. Krystel backtracks alongside the walkway and scans the moving clusters of students. Derek joins up with her. DEREK (CONT'D) Who is this guy? KRYSTEL He recognized me! Krystel searches for a few seconds more, then gives up. Derek takes her hand and they continue up-campus. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) At the theatre I felt someone was watching me. I'm pretty sure I saw him when we did Cary Grant! DEREK What did he look like? KRYSTEL Sad, blue eyes. Decent-looking. It's funny... As they near the Engineering buildings, Derek points. DEREK Aerospace Hall. Funny? KRYSTEL I've seen him before. DEREK Yeah, you said. At the theatre. KRYSTEL Before that. But if he knows me why doesn't he introduce himself? DEREK He probably just looks a lot like someone else you know. C'mon... KRYSTEL Why do we know each other all the way out here? You and my uncle... DEREK There he is! Derek lets go of her hand and rushes forward. EXT. AEROSPACE HALL - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS PROFESSOR TARANTO, 40s, sits on a bench outside Aerospace Hall. He smiles and stands as Derek approaches. They shake hands, then Derek looks around for Krystel. She walks towards them with exaggerated nonchalance. DEREK Great to see you! This is my... (to Krystel) Krys, hey, c'mon! (to Professor Taranto) My fiancée, Krystel Janelli. And this is Professor Taranto. Taranto slowly appraises her head-to-toe as they shake hands. Krystel picks up on it. KRYSTEL Hello. PROFESSOR TARANTO Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Janelli. KRYSTEL Krystel. Thank you. PROFESSOR TARANTO Did you guys take a taxi here? DEREK No, we rented this. Derek opens his phone to show him a picture of their Mustang. Professor Taranto takes a long look. PROFESSOR TARANTO Very nice. So, you're here for the airframe conference? DEREK Yeah. Well, Krys wanted to see the area and visit her uncle, too. KRYSTEL Actually Derek insisted I come. PROFESSOR TARANTO I'm happy he did. (to Derek) You're in WISSY, right? DEREK Uh-huh. Testing a new composite. KRYSTEL WISSY? What's WISSY? DEREK Wing Structures, Surfaces and Integrity. KRYSTEL (to Professor Taranto) He never tells me anything. DEREK We're modeling vortical drag on wing slats during landing. A new carbon fiber composite down in the physical test research lab... KRYSTEL Mister Propeller Head? I'll be at the blue pyramid. You guys catch up and geek out while I'm gone. Professor Taranto glances at Derek and nods very slightly. DEREK Cool. We'll be done in a few. EXT. AEROSPACE HALL - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS Ray Kelvin hangs out near the building front and absently pages through a newspaper. Professor Taranto gives Derek a black velvet bag. Derek pockets it. They speak softly. Ray strains to listen while trying to act casual. He overhears the word "Goddess". Ray watches Professor Taranto scribble on a pad, rip out the page and hand it to Derek, who quickly folds and pockets it. Krystel joins them. She and Derek shake hands with the professor, then they start down-campus on the walkway. EXT. WALKWAY - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS Derek and Krystel walk at a fast pace. Then Derek slows and quickly glances over his shoulder. KRYSTEL A lech. You should Velcro a sponge onto his chin. DEREK The professor? Nah, he's cool. KRYSTEL I'm telling you! He'd have taken me right there on that bench. DEREK I didn't notice a thing. KRYSTEL I know. Are we leaving? Derek looks behind them again. DEREK Yeah. KRYSTEL Good. I'm starved. Krystel opens her purse and drops the phone inside it. DEREK Someone... Someone's following us. Derek quickly pivots in front of Krystel to step onto the grass. He knocks her purse to the ground. She bends down to pick up items that spilled out. KRYSTEL Thanks a lot! Hey... Derek backpedals along the grass and scans the walkway. He sees Ray Kelvin - their eyes meet. Then Ray takes off. EXT. GRASSY AREA - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS Ray looks over his shoulder as Derek chases him. He heads towards the Performing Arts Center, then changes direction and sprints for the Blue Pyramid. Derek matches Ray's pace, just twenty yards behind. EXT. WALKWAY - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS A FEMALE SECURITY GUARD, 30s, drives a cart across the grass. A MALE SECURITY GUARD, 20s, sits next to her. EXT. BLUE PYRAMID APRON - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS Ray veers to the right. His feet skitter, he loses balance, then he falls and slides out of control. A potted small tree set into the concrete stops him abruptly. Ray holds his right side as he tries to stand. Derek pushes Ray down into the pot. He grabs Ray's collar and looks sharply into his eyes. DEREK You're one of them, aren't you? He shakes Ray roughly. DEREK (CONT'D) I don't know you! Who are you? EXT. GRASSY AREA - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS The security cart rolls towards the Blue Pyramid apron. Krystel runs towards Ray and Derek. KRYSTEL Is it him? EXT. BLUE PYRAMID APRON - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS Derek turns his head towards Krystel. Ray raises both his legs and kicks Derek's chest. Derek crashes back into two ASIAN STUDENTS behind. All three fall in a heap. Ray extricates himself from the tree pot, gets up and runs towards a corner of the Blue Pyramid. The security cart swerves and closely follows him. EXT. VENDING MACHINE AREA - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS Ray tears around the corner of the Blue Pyramid, then darts between a Coca-Cola machine and a candy machine. He faces outward and folds his arms. The security cart races in, then stops. The guards jump out. MALE SECURITY GUARD Where? Had to have come in here! FEMALE SECURITY GUARD Probably behind one of those. I'll clear this area, right? MALE SECURITY GUARD Cool! I'll check the front! He runs to the front apron of the Blue Pyramid. The woman detaches a mace cylinder from her belt. She checks in between and behind several vending machines. FEMALE SECURITY GUARD No need to hide, sir. You're not in trouble. Let's just talk, if that's okay with you? Sir? She leans in between the Coca-Cola and candy machines. Suddenly she straightens up and freezes. The woman frowns, then moves off. Scared, she rapidly checks the rest of the vending machine spaces. Just before she gets into the cart, the woman turns and walks to the space between the Coca-Cola and candy machines. FEMALE SECURITY GUARD (CONT'D) Sir? Finally she climbs into the security cart and drives off. EXT. BLUE PYRAMID APRON - UCLB CAMPUS - CONTINUOUS The male guard stands near the two Asian students who were knocked over with Derek. The female guard pulls the cart close to him. FEMALE SECURITY GUARD Cleared. He pulled a Casper on us. MALE SECURITY GUARD Ah. This other guy and the woman took off down-campus. Vanished. FEMALE SECURITY GUARD It's not even Halloween yet. Okay, you drive and I'll report in. INT. REAR TORPEDO ROOM - ARROWTAIL SUBMARINE - LATE AFTERNOON Arrowtail is a Cold War-era Russian submarine docked next to the hotel RMS Queen Georgina in Long Beach, California. Krystel and Derek step through a hatch and look around at various displays, gauges and tour information panels. DEREK You ready? KRYSTEL Yeah, I've seen enough. Derek climbs up a vertical ladder towards an open hatch. Krystel follows. She glances at three empty bunks stacked alongside the bulkhead, then continues up. Derek's legs disappear through the hatch above. He repositions himself and looks back down into the hatchway. He extends a hand down to Krystel. As she climbs up, Krystel glances again at the bunks. A burly MAN, early 20s, in old Navy dungarees and sailor cap, materializes on the middle bunk. He lies on his side, arms folded. The man smiles and winks at Krystel. Her foot slips off a rung. She shouts, then the other foot slips. She grabs the ladder rails but starts to slide down. DEREK Krys! Her right hand catches a rung, then her foot clangs as it hits a rung. She regains balance a few feet above the deck. Krystel looks at Derek, then at the bunk. The man is gone. She shakes her head and climbs up fast, then grabs Derek's hand. He helps her through the hatchway. INT. CABIN SUITE - QUEEN GEORGINA - EARLY EVENING Krystel lies on her back upon a king-sized bed. KRYSTEL He had two moles on his neck... DEREK (O.S.) Huh? KRYSTEL I said can't we take a scenic drive along the coast? Derek comes to the bathroom doorway with a hand towel. DEREK A drive? KRYSTEL I'm so jet-lagged I'm seeing things. Let's go to a beach and just walk around? Derek strides across the room and points out the porthole. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) I don't feel like being on a damn boat, hon. Can we call it a day? Derek stays put. Krystel groans, slowly gets off the bed and drags herself to the porthole. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Reminds me of the river back home. DEREK The sun sets in about an hour. KRYSTEL Let's go up on deck by the smokestacks and watch from there! DEREK But I paid for a chartered yacht! Fine, money down the drain. We'll drive to Laguna instead. KRYSTEL It's just... Things have been so crazy and I just want to cool down. DEREK I did see your uncle, babe. I knew it was important to you. KRYSTEL Okay! Okay, the boat it is. DEREK You sure? KRYSTEL Uh-huh. I'm taking a nap, first. Derek pulls out his phone and looks at the screen. DEREK Yeah, that works. I'll go to the dock and check out the boat. KRYSTEL How long? DEREK Half an hour. She kisses him, then jumps on the bed and gets under the covers. DEREK (CONT'D) Should I turn out the lights? KRYSTEL Don't? Or I'll never wake up. DEREK Be back in a jiff. Sleep fast. Krystel does an exaggerated snore. INT. PASSAGEWAY - QUEEN GEORGINA - CONTINUOUS Derek closes the door and walks towards the elevators. He opens his phone, clicks a button, speaks in a low voice. DEREK All the paperwork will be in the back seat... No... No, she doesn't. A lech. That's right... See you in about fifteen. Bye. EXT. YACHT - LONG BEACH MARINA - EARLY EVENING A MAN and WOMAN, 50s, lounge on the open deck. They sip drinks and watch the setting sun. The boat next to them suddenly dips down near the stern, as if someone stepped aboard. Its deck is empty. INT. PASSAGEWAY - QUEEN GEORGINA - CONTINUOUS Krystel yawns as she and Derek walk towards the elevators. DEREK You'll wake up on the yacht. She catches her reflection in a hallway mirror. KRYSTEL God, I look like hell. DEREK You're gorgeous. KRYSTEL And you're sweet. What's the boat's name? DEREK Goddess Melissa. KRYSTEL No fooling? I'll have to text Melissa when we get back! At the elevator Krystel presses the 'Down' button. Derek reaches into his pocket. DEREK Damn it! KRYSTEL What now? DEREK My phone! Sorry... He half-trots to their cabin suite door and pauses. Derek looks back down the passageway at Krystel. She does a look-at-the-time gesture and shakes her head. He opens the door and slips inside. INT. CABIN SUITE - QUEEN GEORGINA - CONTINUOUS Derek clicks the light switch and slowly scans the room. He goes to the porthole to view the Long Beach Marina across the channel. After a moment he heads toward the night stand. Derek catches his reflection through the open bathroom door. He stops, lowers his eyes, then continues to the night stand. He removes his phone from a drawer. From his back pocket, Derek pulls out a note and places a corner of it under the room telephone. Handwritten words read: Staff: We have a family emergency and had to leave immediately to catch a flight. Please pack our belongings and charge our card to mail them to... He takes a twenty from his wallet and lays it atop the note. At the door, Derek gives the suite a final once-over, then flicks the light switch and leaves. INT. CABIN - NAKIMA - EARLY EVENING Nakima's bow faces Queen Georgina across the channel. A few sailboats and yachts move slowly in the waterway. Ray Kelvin scans Queen Georgina with night-vision binoculars, then sweeps across several watercraft cruising near her. He stops and angles the lenses down. A yellow car moves on the roadway adjacent to Queen Georgina. Ray runs to the aft ladder and goes up. EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Ray focuses on a yellow Mustang through his binoculars. The man and woman on the yacht next to Nakima notice him. MAN ON YACHT Ahoy there! Were you sleeping? Ray ignores them and hurries down the stern ladder. The man and woman look at each other, confused. EXT. GANGWAY - QUEEN GEORGINA - CONTINUOUS Derek and Krystel step off onto the sidewalk. She turns left but Derek emphatically steers her right. DEREK The yacht's this way. KRYSTEL I'm so used to going to the car. Our butt-ugly yellow car. She looks out across the parking lot. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Hey I can't see it... DEREK C'mon, we're late. EXT. WALKWAY - ADJACENT TO QUEEN GEORGINA - CONTINUOUS Krystel and Derek pass Queen Georgina and the Russian sub. She glances uneasily at the submarine as they walk by. DEREK That's her. He points to a yacht tied to a pier, its engines idling. EXT. PIER - GODDESS MELISSA - CONTINUOUS Krystel smiles as she steps onto the yacht's stern deck. BRAD MCKITTRICK, 19, red hair, blue eyes, holds out a hand and Krystel grabs it to steady herself. BRAD Welcome aboard! KRYSTEL Thanks! BRAD Cap'n McKittrick, but call me Brad. Just don't call me late for dinner! KRYSTEL Oh, that's original! I'm Krystel. BRAD I like it! Well, let's get a move on before we lose that sun. Derek, you want to cast us off? Derek unties the lines and then steps aboard. INT. CABIN - GODDESS MELISSA - CONTINUOUS Derek and Krystel walk by a table upon which rest trays of hors d'ouevres and two bottles of wine. They grab appetizers and continue forward, next to Brad. BRAD Help yourselves, guys, and anything you need, just sing out. Ready? The yacht gently pulls away and into the channel. KRYSTEL Let's go up on deck! DEREK (points aft) We'll be back there, Captain. BRAD Okay. Mind your step, folks! EXT. STERN DECK - GODDESS MELISSA - CONTINUOUS The setting sun lights up Queen Georgina like a postcard. KRYSTEL This really is worthwhile seeing. Derek and Krystel clink wine glasses and watch the sunset. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Brad's gnar, don't you think? Seems really, really mature. DEREK That's why they, uh, hired him. KRYSTEL We'll keep in touch online. Suddenly, the yacht stops and the engines shut off. Derek pulls out his phone and looks at the time. Krystel makes some playful grabs for the phone. INT. CABIN - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Ray scans boats in the marina channel with binoculars. Bright, silvery flashes flicker in the windows of a yacht. Ray focuses. The upper halves of two SILVERY MEN walk through the boat's cabin towards the stern. He focuses on the bridge and witnesses Brad turn silvery. Ray rips off the binoculars and flings them onto a seat. EXT. STERN DECK - GODDESS MELISSA - CONTINUOUS Krystel moves to the ladder and bends down. KRYSTEL Brad? Yo ho, Captain Brad? DEREK I wonder what's going on? KRYSTEL Is this part of the cruise? We just float around now? EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - EVENING A shimmering, Silvery Ray emerges from the stern ladder. He dashes to the rail and scans above the Long Beach skyline. A low-pitched hum starts. The man and woman on the adjacent yacht see and hear nothing. EXT. NIGHT SKY - CITY OF LONG BEACH - CONTINUOUS A point of light rapidly grows in size. The low-pitched hum increases in volume. The light grows larger and becomes a long, glowing object that descends as it angles to Ray's left. EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS The glowing object draws closer. Silvery Ray twists around to glimpse Goddess Melissa. Two SILVERY MEN on her deck also watch the glowing object. INT. CABIN - GODDESS MELISSA - CONTINUOUS Silvery Brad stands at the foot of the stern ladder. On the top step, Krystel looks down and right through him. She descends the ladder rapidly. Brad barely has time to back up and moves off to the side. KRYSTEL You here? Is something wrong? She turns and sees Derek near the ladder above. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Maybe he's in the bathroom! Krystel walks to the cabin table and refills her wine glass. She sips wine and looks directly through the spot where Brad stands. She then returns to the ladder and climbs up. EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Silvery Ray watches the glowing object in full profile as it slowly banks toward the marina channel. It's a large multi-gun warship, World War 2 era. He spins around and scrambles down the ladder. INT. CABIN - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Silvery Ray starts Nakima's engines. He backs her out of the berth, turns, and speeds down the center of the marina. A boat obstructs his path ahead. Ray veers right at the last moment. The boat bounces from his wake. WOMAN ON BOAT What are you doing? Jerk-off! She's puzzled; no one is visible inside the cabin. On moored boats, people shout profanities as Nakima passes. Ray reaches the end of the marina lane and banks right. EXT. MARINA CHANNEL - ABOVE GODDESS MELISSA - CONTINUOUS The warship, with 88 on its hull near the bow, moves slowly just above the surface. It bears down on Goddess Melissa. The low-pitched hum steadies. No screws turn, no shafts rotate on the warship. Ray swings Nakima over and heads for the yacht. The warship hovers several feet above the water alongside Goddess Melissa. Two glowing cargo nets drop over the ship's side. A coil of rope falls from her deck. EXT. STERN DECK - GODDESS MELISSA - CONTINUOUS A splash sounds behind the yacht's stern. KRYSTEL Did Brad throw that? Brad? DEREK Hey, Brad? Krystel suddenly falls backwards towards the stern ladder. KRYSTEL HON! WHAT?... The half-full wine glass flies out of her hand and overboard. DEREK HEY! Krystel floats several feet above the deck. She rocks slightly, back and forth. KRYSTEL Put me the fuck down! HON! Krystel screams as she swings out from the yacht over the starboard side. She disappears in mid-air. Her scream cuts off. DEREK What? KRYS? Derek steps towards the starboard side. He suddenly floats up jerkily and struggles. He falls, then hovers a few feet above the deck. An unseen force thrusts Derek over the starboard rail, and he winks out. EXT. CARGO NET - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS The net rises quickly. Four sailors hold Derek down as he struggles in it. They pin his arms and legs. Derek sees Nakima gently bump the side of Goddess Melissa through the cargo net's mesh. EXT. HERMOSA AVENUE - HERMOSA BEACH HOUSE - NIGHT Ray pounds on a front door. After a moment, he draws back his fist to knock again. The door bursts open. TOM GILMORE, 40s, fit, stands silhouetted in the doorway. TOM You're early, Sabrina... Who the hell are you? RAY May I speak with you, sir? TOM I asked who you are. RAY The name is Ray Kelvin. TOM Tom Gilmore. What's your pitch? RAY I need to talk with you about your niece. Right now. TOM I have a whole canyonful of nieces. RAY Well, this is about Krystel. TOM Okay, that was a test. She's my only niece. What do you want to do, marry her? Too late, pal... RAY Look, this is goddamned important! Can I come in? Tom stands aside and dramatically ushers him through. TOM I've got a date on the way over so you'd better double-time it. INT. LIVING ROOM - TOM'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS The room is expensively decorated, wood-paneled, large. TOM Want a drink? RAY No thanks. So, Mister... TOM Nobody calls me mister. Tom. RAY You and I are leaving right now. TOM Oh we are? Hey, c'mon back here, take a load off for a second. Ray walks further in and sits on a chair edge at a polished wood table. He's antsy. Tom goes behind a bar and opens the refrigerator. RAY Nice place. TOM Real estate is some kind of racket, eh? Cola? Ginger ale? How about a frosted mug of almond cream lager? RAY Nothing. TOM What's this about Krystel? RAY How old are you, Tom? TOM You answered me with a question. RAY How old? TOM Older than hydrogen. You a private detective? Anyway, I'm forty-four. Tom comes to the table. He swigs a beer and puts it down. RAY And how old do you think I am? Tom sits down, across from Ray. TOM With that peach fuzz? C'mon, have a brewski with me. Chrissakes I won't turn you in, I give my... RAY Goddamnit, Gilmore, there's no time for this shit! Now how old am I? TOM Twenty-one. With a smart-assed yap. RAY Good guess. I was born in nineteen twenty-four. TOM Nineteen what? RAY Nineteen. Twenty. Four. TOM Oh, well that makes you, um... What's your secret? Tangerine tofu yogurt? Organic water? RAY Listen up! Krystel is in danger and we have to leave ASAP. Now you just sit there and keep your... TOM HOLD IT! My niece is in danger? RAY Yes! Just give me thirty seconds to convince you I'm for real and then we'll go get her. Deal? Tom jumps to his feet. TOM The hell kind of danger? Is she alive, is she safe? RAY For the moment. But we need to get started on... TOM So you're the kidnapper, or one of them? What's your price, you mother f... Tom starts to move around the table. RAY STOP IT! I want to save her! Ray's desperate tone halts Tom in his advance. RAY (CONT'D) Please. Please let me show you what you're up against, all right? Would you sit back down? We're wasting valuable time! Tom retreats to the chair and sits. He picks up his beer. TOM Okay. Bring it on, grandpa. RAY Just sit there quietly and watch. Ray leans back in his chair. He folds his arms and a second later - he winks out. Tom's mouth opens. He stands. His beer drops to the floor, the bottle crashes and breaks. Ray reappears, arms folded. Tom falls back into his chair. TOM Holy shit! Do you... Is that... Light-bending? RAY No. TOM What, then? Okay it must be... It's... You're... Take me to your leader! RAY Not ET. An Earthling like you. TOM The hell is left? Vampire? Zombie? Or else... Casper? RAY Close enough. I died in a diesel submarine. Or I thought I died. TOM You were a bubblehead? RAY (nods) And you're a badass SEAL. We heard all about you guys. Tom: We have to fly to Saint Louis now if we hope to save Krystel. TOM From what? RAY From those like me. Tom stays seated. RAY (CONT'D) You have no alternative. TOM Just thought of one: Call the cops! RAY Out of the question. TOM FBI? Why not the military? I know a few Navy people. RAY They cannot reach her. I can. Ray stands. RAY (CONT'D) Trust an old man's wisdom. Tom hesitates. TOM What's the full story here? RAY It's... complicated. I'll tell you everything on the plane. TOM This is too fucking crazy. RAY Want to see Krystel again? Tom... TOM She's the daughter I'd wish for. All right, Gramps. I don't suppose you brought your flying carpet? RAY Sorry. TOM Um... Damn, I forgot your name. RAY Ray. Ray Kelvin. TOM I'll see what's going to Saint Loo. Or, we'll get a charter. Tom gets up and moves off down a hallway into a bedroom. Ray walks to a wall of military memorabilia in the main room. He focuses on a large brass insignia: An eagle clutching an anchor, pistol and trident - the U.S. Navy SEAL insignia. Tom, toting a backpack, taps Ray on the shoulder. RAY Why did you leave? TOM Setting up a flight, what else? RAY No, the SEALs. You left early. TOM They, uh, discovered I had an inborn fear of water. Delta leaves in fifty-five minutes so let's go. RAY Do you have guns here, weapons? TOM I could hold off Hermosa's finest for a year. RAY We'll need whatever you can bring. TOM Flying isn't like in the forties, Ray. We have cavity searches now. RAY Cavities? TOM Yep. You'll love it. C'mon. Tom switches off lights, grabs his backpack and they leave. EXT. GLOWING JETLINER - NIGHT (DREAM SEQUENCE) MUSIC plays, a song by The Andrews Sisters, Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me). Krystel, in a billowy white dress, hangs off the wing edge of a silvery jetliner. It gently rolls to the right. Krystel screams, her bare legs come off the wing. The jet steadies, then dips to the right at a sharper angle. One of Krystel's hands slips off the wing edge, then the other. She falls as the jet speeds up and away. She tumbles through the air and goes into a head-first dive. Below is a deep blue sea. Black leafless trees grow from it. The curling, jagged branches reach up as Krystel drops down. Shiny black apples bloom instantly on the trees. She screams again, cringes as she's about to land upon a branch... INT. OFFICER'S CABIN - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Krystel lies on her side in the lower of a two-tiered bunk. She opens her eyes to a white wall six inches away. Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree ends. Another tune starts, Glenn Miller's Moonlight Serenade. Krystel sits up. BRAD (O.S.) Better fetch the skipper. A door opens, then closes. Krystel twists around. Brad McKittrick sits at a gray metal desk across the cabin. He wears old-style Navy dungarees. KRYSTEL You? What... BRAD Hi Krystel. KRYSTEL Where's Derek? We were on... BRAD He's in another cabin. You okay? Krystel springs off the bunk and yanks open the door. A huge SAILOR stands in her way. Krystel backs up as he comes into the cabin and shuts the door. She whirls around to face Brad. KRYSTEL What the fuck is this? Brad looks away from her. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) You kidnapped us? You're pirates? BRAD No! KRYSTEL Bullshit! She steps towards Brad. The big sailor grabs her shoulders. Krystel struggles to break free and the sailor gets her right arm twisted behind her back. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) I don't have any money and neither does my fiancé! The door opens. Two officers enter the cabin. One is LIEUTENANT BRIAN GRENASH, late 20s. The other is CAPTAIN ALEXANDER BERTREL, mid-30s, authoritative, intense. CAPTAIN BERTREL My navigator, Lieutenant Grenash. LIEUTENANT GRENASH Ma'am. Bertrel goes to the porthole. Lights of a town stream past. CAPTAIN BERTREL Out there is Tucumcari, New Mexico, our thousand-mile checkpoint. KRYSTEL You're the ringleader behind this kidnapping? CAPTAIN BERTREL I'm Alexander Bertrel, commanding officer, USS Brecksville. Welcome aboard. He offers his hand to Krystel, who shrinks away from it. Bertrel walks to the door and motions everyone out. INT. FIRST CLASS SECTION - DELTA FLIGHT - NIGHT Tom and Ray sit in the left aisle, Ray in the window seat. RAY This is unbelievable. Like the Hilton. Flight attendant JENNI, 20s, attractive, puts a silver bowl of fresh fruit with powdered sugar on Tom's tray. TOM Thanks. We'll be fine for awhile. She smiles and leaves. TOM (CONT'D) Okay, so you're in Scotland... RAY Right. Six weeks in a hospital. After what we'd been through it felt like heaven. Ray puts down his drink, lowers his head and folds his arms. TOM You all right? RAY I don't know. When do we land? TOM Hour and a half or so. RAY I never felt like this Topside. Maybe it's the altitude. TOM We'll take it easy for a while. RAY No! No time. So, they move me to Pearl, and I draw the USS Dorsalis. Five patrols, all good. And then we're in a three-sub wolf pack off the west coast of Australia, near Perth... INT. BRIDGE - DORSALIS SUBMARINE - AFTERNOON Periscope view, torpedoes miss a destroyer trailing a convoy. The destroyer turns towards Dorsalis. The view shifts right. Another destroyer angles at Dorsalis. RAY The convoy is between us and our other two boats. We're alone. TOM The destroyers nailed you? RAY Depth charges. Two hours of pure hell. Something stabbed me... Ray breaks off and turns toward the window, then faces front. RAY (CONT'D) We dropped like a stone, my God it was like nothing... Ray grips the seat arms, leans back and stares at the ceiling. He closes his eyes and then rubs his left cheek. TOM Ray? Hey buddy? Tom taps him on the shoulder lightly. Ray opens his eyes. TOM (CONT'D) How long before... the, um... the ending? RAY Oh, forever? An instant? I don't recall a sense of time. Blackness, ink, like you're drowning in it, an emptiness and then... EXT. OCEAN BOTTOM In the dark waters, a lanternfish with blue lights along its side streaks by. Another one zips after it. Total blackness, then a faint orange hue appears from above. The hue becomes sparks, that slowly intensify. The sparks coalesce into a descending outline of a man. The glowing man changes color to a shimmering, silvery hue. He flexes his knees as he lands on the ocean bottom, then steadies himself. The man looks around, bewildered. Other figures in the vicinity materialize in the same manner. INT. FIRST CLASS SECTION - DELTA FLIGHT - CONTINUOUS TOM How does it occur? RAY Every living thing has a unique electromagnetic signature. Well, something in the Earth's magnetosphere regenerated ours. TOM So, every ship sunk in the war? RAY It only affects armored warships made of a special type of steel. That, plus deep ocean pressures applied while sinking. TOM Did you bear a grudge against the Japanese? Have it out with them? RAY We've never encountered any Japanese 'Neathers. Even so, we cannot harm ourselves down there. We pass right through each other. Confused, Tom pokes Ray's solid arm with his finger. RAY (CONT'D) Hypernatremia. TOM Hyp... RAY Later. Once the whole sunken crew is down, there's the Keeling... EXT. OCEAN BOTTOM - CONTINUOUS A group of silvery men gathers at a flat area. They form themselves into several lines, shoulder-to-shoulder. Talking ceases. All is quiet. Gradually, orange sparks appear in front of them. The sparks coalesce to form the long, narrow keel of a ship. The orange luminescence changes color to blue-white. The shape-forming effect spreads upward to form a submarine's hull, deck, deck gun, diving sail and bridge. The men break into cheers. One by one they touch the shimmering blue-white submarine, swim up towards the deck and haul themselves aboard. INT. BRIDGE - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Krystel, Bertrel, Grenash and crewmembers watch a distant, lit-up city grow steadily larger. CAPTAIN BERTREL Recognize it? Home sweet home. KRYSTEL What kind of a ship flies, Admiral? CAPTAIN BERTREL Admirals are pencil pushers, Miss Janelli. Good for shining seats. Behind them comes the sound of footsteps. Krystel turns. Derek approaches, flanked by two crewmembers. KRYSTEL Hon! She rushes towards him and he gives her a huge hug. DEREK You okay, babe? Not hurt? KRYSTEL I'm fine. But these pirates are afraid I'll hurt them. She shows her handcuffed wrists. Derek looks questioningly at Bertrel, then indicates Krystel. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) How come you're not handcuffed? CAPTAIN BERTREL Because he hasn't tried to escape. Behave and we'll remove those. DEREK We're in separate cabins, Captain! Put me in with Krys, I won't... CAPTAIN BERTREL Lovers in danger, Mister Garnett, are very effective conspirators. Bertrel indicates her cuffs. A crewmember unlocks them. LIEUTENANT GRENASH Wichita, Kansas, off the port bow. They all turn and watch the Wichita skyline roll past. DEREK I want to know what's going on! Explain it to us, Captain! Now! Bertrel ignores Derek, but gives Krystel a wicked smile. INT. FIRST CLASS SECTION - DELTA FLIGHT - NIGHT RAY Two U-boat crews in the North Sea get credit for the discovery. TOM German engineering. RAY And, quite by accident. A crewman named Luhn... SERIES OF SHOTS: Sailor-Ghosts float through a church. LUHN flashes blue-white, then solid, as he passes through a confessional door. Sailor-Ghosts float through the plate glass window of a bar. Luhn's arm gets stuck and he yanks it. The window breaks. Patrons and staff look around shocked, confused. INT. FIRST CLASS SECTION - DELTA FLIGHT - CONTINUOUS RAY So, he is sent back with a doctor and they visit a medical clinic. When Luhn solidifies, the doc talks him through drawing a blood sample. TOM They discover he has hypoglycemia? RAY Hypernatremia. High blood salt. It lets us become solid up here. Ray points under his left arm. RAY (CONT'D) Saline actuator. Dumps salt into the bloodstream - or removes it so we can evanesce. TOM What's that? RAY Disappear. TOM How long does the actuator... DELTA PILOT (into aircraft's intercom) Ladies and gentlemen, on the left side of the aircraft you can see Kansas City. We'll be over Saint Louis in about thirty-five minutes, and we thank you for flying Delta. Ray turns and glances out at the distant glow of the city. Suddenly he looks down, then behind. He half-rises from his seat to get closer to the window. A silvery bar of light far below recedes into the dark sky. JENNI Sir? Can I help you, sir? Ray sits down and faces front. He looks at Jenni and shakes his head. She frowns and moves away. RAY I think I might have seen her! TOM Brecksville? RAY Not a hundred percent sure. The speed seems right, though. TOM How fast is she? RAY 'Neather ships do about three hundred fifty knots over land. TOM About four hundred miles per hour. RAY Yep. Half that speed, over water. TOM I hope it was her, because if they aren't going to Saint Loo... RAY Then I'll have failed to save Krystel. TOM We, and we're not hosed. Not yet. When do you have to go back under? Ray indicates the saline actuator under his arm. RAY Good for about a hundred seventy five hours. TOM That's... Okay, let's see, a forty- hour work week, multiply that by... RAY Seven days. TOM I can't do math this time of night. RAY We came up Sunday but... I won't last the week, I know that. Tom signals the flight attendant. TOM Can we still get coffee? JENNI I think so. May I take this? TOM Sure. And thanks. She smiles approvingly at Tom, takes the tray and leaves. Tom shakes his head, annoyed. TOM (CONT'D) That son of a bitch bastard was inside my house! RAY They found his price. TOM Yeah. Well, I say we get my niece and leave Derek with his new pals. RAY The 'Neather Charter forbids involving Topsiders in our affairs. TOM It's a helluva lot tougher rescuing two people. And aren't you violating this... this Charter, right now with me? RAY I couldn't see any other way. TOM You really want this rat bastard out of there, don't you? RAY Sorry. We have to. INT. OFFICER'S CABIN - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Krystel sits on the bunk edge. She faces Brad, who leans on the desk across the cabin. STEN and BILGE, early 20s, burly sailors, stand by the door. KRYSTEL (to Brad) You're my age, right? But you seem... You're just too smart. BRAD They didn't tell you? Krystel shakes her head 'No'. BRAD (CONT'D) I'm really older than I look. And we're not pirates, we come up... STEN The old man said to button it! Krystel studies Sten's neck for a few seconds, sees a pair of moles on them and frowns. BRAD Think! She was kidnapped, Sten! What, you wouldn't have questions? BILGE You never could shut your yap, Mac. Drove us dog-crazy even then. Good thing the Krauts never got you. BRAD Squat on a dipstick. STEN Ike should've made you our own Tokyo Rose. Sten and Bilge laugh. KRYSTEL I know you. Sten, is it? That was you on the submarine when I was climbing out. Sten quickly looks away from her. BRAD What's this? STEN Don't worry about it. A sneak preview, just having a little fun. BRAD Fun, he says! You could've FUBARed the whole mission! So don't be... CAPTAIN BERTREL (V.O.) (into ship's intercom) Attention, crew. In port at zero three-hundred. Short liberty for those not on watch. That is all. INT. FIRST CLASS SECTION - DELTA FLIGHT - NIGHT The jet lands and taxies down the runway. Ray looks out his window, scans the sky up and back. TOM I hope we beat them here. Jenni hovers in the first class section and chats with some of the passengers. Then she comes over to them. JENNI Thank you, Tom and Ray, and please remember the VIP Lounge is open on the second concourse level. TOM Very nice flight, Jenni, thank... Jenni's eyes widen as she looks at Ray. Her smile drops. Ray, very pale white, closes his eyes and folds his arms. He half-disappears in the seat. A second later he fully solidifies. JENNI Oh my God! My God! Are you...? RAY I'm fine, sorry, just very tired. Jenni, shocked, backs away to passengers behind them. TOM Ray, you... RAY I know, Tom. I know. TOM Jesus! Don't you get any warnings? RAY A hiss in your ears, you get light headed... This came from nowhere. Tom grabs his backpack from under the seat ahead. Passengers disembark. Jenni and another FLIGHT ATTENDANT offer smiles and parting words. As Tom and Ray exit the jet, Jenni stares at Ray in shock. INT. CONCOURSE - AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS Tom and Ray trot down the concourse to an escalator up. TOM Can you locate her? She might blend in with regular air traffic. RAY What's the length of a Delta jet? TOM Beats me. Couple of hundred feet? RAY Brecksville is six hundred ten feet long. It'll be like spotting a bus on a bicycle path. EXT. OBSERVATION DECK - AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS Tom and Ray exit an elevator, then cross to a railing. Ray scans the sky. RAY Wish I had the binocs. TOM They on the boat? RAY Yep. Which reminds me. Here. Ray pulls keys from his pocket. RAY (CONT'D) She's Nakima, slip eighteen. I got her for a week. I may have to cut out early, so... TOM You'll get to finish this out. RAY I hope. If not, take her for a few joy rides, then turn her in? TOM Gotcha covered. Ray looks intensely at a moving light in the sky. It becomes a large jetliner which lands several runways out. TOM (CONT'D) What's Captain Bertrel's plan? RAY Not sure what he wants to do with my... with Krystel. A shipmate told me a few things, but they got wise and left him under. We'll need to improvise. TOM That's a SEAL specialty. Think he'll take her off here? RAY It is Bertrel's home town, but Saint Louis is a hub for American Fleet Weekers. A real party place. Centrally located. TOM You actually are in love with her. They watch a Boeing 777 take off. Ray is amazed. TOM (CONT'D) You'd do well by Krystel. Under normal circumstances. RAY Krystel doesn't look like you or her mother. She's so beautiful. TOM Thanks, bud. RAY Oh damn, I didn't mean... TOM (smiles) My sister and her ex adopted Krystel right after she was born. RAY You married? TOM Divorced. Happens a lot nowadays. RAY Kids? Tom shakes his head 'No'. RAY (CONT'D) I never got to fall in love, once. Not me, not all those other guys... (freezes) Holy Christ, she's here! Tom scans the sky. RAY (CONT'D) Forget it, Tom, you're a Topsider. You have to touch her to see her. The glowing USS Brecksville banks into a slow turn, then gradually loses height. RAY (CONT'D) She's headed to her regular berth! TOM You know where she's docking? RAY Of course. EXT. WOODS - ADJACENT TO USS BRECKSVILLE PIER - NIGHT Ray and Tom crouch in underbrush. The silvery USS Brecksville sits anchored in the Mississippi, not far from the riverbank. A gangway angles down to a few feet above a wooden pier. Silvery figures walk down the gangway, jump down and randomly solidify as they continue down the pier. TOM Wish I could see the Brecksville. RAY She's breathtaking. You'll see her soon enough. TOM Electromagnetic propulsion. We need that. No more oil, nukes... RAY What you need is 'Neather steel. TOM Anyone else coming? RAY Uh-uh. TOM Ready? And... Let's go! Tom and Ray scramble through trees and undergrowth, then run across a bare area surrounding the pier. EXT. PIER - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Tom drops and rolls smoothly underneath the pier. Ray tries it, but his shoulder bangs a pier post and he falls clumsily. He starts to crawl forward. A thump sounds from the pier. Tom motions Ray to stay put. EXT. PIER - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Tom watches shoes materialize above. CAPTAIN BERTREL Let's shake a tail. Time factor. Another thump, a second pair of shoes materializes. Ray folds his arms and disappears. LIEUTENANT GRENASH The roses. You take 'em, Al. You going to make it? CAPTAIN BERTREL I think so. A pair of shoes moves to the edge of the pier above Ray. EXT. PIER - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS LIEUTENANT GRENASH Any of you guys down there? Hello? Bertrel and Grenash's shoes finally turn and walk off. Their footsteps grow faint as they progress down the pier. TOM Hey? Casper? Ray solidifies. TOM (CONT'D) Can't get over how you do that. Was that Captain Dickhead? RAY The same. You figured out how to get us aboard? TOM Either the anchor chain or gangway. Ray looks along the road opposite the pier. RAY They should've gone past by now. TOM Bridge watches are posted aboard? RAY Yeah, I'd guess. TOM We'll be spotted on the gangway. RAY Bertrel didn't go past, yet. That's it. I'm off to follow them. TOM No way, Ray. We do not split up. RAY I have to know where they're going. It might be the key. You go aboard and secure Krystel. And Derek. TOM Okay, there is this. Much easier for one man to get aboard unseen. Ray nods, then prepares to dash out from underneath the pier. RAY You know where to hole up, so just wait for me. I won't be long. TOM Casper? RAY Yeah? TOM Eliminations. RAY What's that? TOM Why I left the SEALs after eight years. I had a big issue with up close and personal eliminations. Ray drags a finger across his throat in a questioning look. TOM (CONT'D) Uh-huh. No stomach for it. And that, my friend, endangers the whole team. Okay, good luck. RAY And you. See you aboard. Ray scrambles across the open area and fades into the woods. EXT. PIER - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Tom stands, then raises his arms and feels for the gangway. His hands brush against an invisible structure. He jumps and grabs a cross rod on the gangway's underside. The gangway and the entire USS Brecksville appear. Tom hooks his ankles along the gangway edges and climbs up. EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - NIGHT Ray shadows Bertrel and Grenash as they near the top of the street. Grenash has his arm around Bertrel's shoulder. They both turn out of sight into a cemetery at the corner. Ray reaches the cemetery gate and looks through. He folds his arms and becomes silvery, then climbs the gate. EXT. CEMETERY - CONTINUOUS Ray hears a muffled shout. He moves behind a huge monument. Bertrel and Grenash stand a dozen yards away. Bertrel stifles a sob. Grenash has his arm around him. LIEUTENANT GRENASH She's one in a million. CAPTAIN BERTREL An artist, did you know? People walk... walking by always stopped to admire... our lawn. Small trees she'd plant, each set in colored stones. Stained glass. Canterbury Cathedral. Loved stained glass. The world lost... it lost a... LIEUTENANT GRENASH No finer lady anywhere, Al. None. Bertrel bends to a knee. He places a bouquet of roses on the ground, then lowers his head. He eventually straightens up and they walk away slowly. Ray waits until they climb the gate, then walks to where they stood. He moves the bouquet. The gravestone reads: MELISSA MARIE BERTREL BORN AUGUST 30, 1917 DIED DECEMBER 14, 1942 Ray repositions the bouquet. As he stands, he grimaces sharply. He runs in a crouch towards the cemetery gate and grabs his stomach with both hands, then falls to his knees. He flickers between solid and silvery form. Ray presses the actuator under his left arm, but remains visible. Ray goes over the gate, then falls down the other side. He rolls onto his stomach, struggles to his feet, then half- runs down the road towards the highway. EXT. HIGHWAY - ADJACENT TO WOODS - CONTINUOUS Ray crawls across two northbound lanes. Headlights flash. A car roars around the southbound curve. Its beams light up Ray's face. The car swerves wide, but its front tire clips Ray's heel. He spins and rolls. The impact jolts him and he rises, then limps across the highway and onto the shoulder. Brake lights flash to his left. The car door opens, a middle- aged WOMAN jumps out and runs towards him. WOMAN FROM CAR Oh my God, mister! Are you hurt, are you okay oh please God! I'm so sorry I didn't see you, oh no... Ray finds a faint trail leading from the road shoulder into the woods and weaves his way down it. EXT. TRAIL THROUGH WOODS - CONTINUOUS The woman draws nearer, but Ray quickens his pace. He trips and falls, struggles to get up. A sound of flowing water spurs Ray on. The woman is nearly upon him. WOMAN FROM CAR I want to help I can call 911 are you hurt? Please sir my God... Ray crawls, then drops down a slight incline towards the riverbank. He slides out of control, faster and faster. Ray goes over the edge of the riverbank and tumbles through the air. Then he hits the river with a loud splash. The woman eases down close to the water. She watches a flickering body move down-river, sink, and fade to nothing. EXT. GANGWAY - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Tom reaches the hull and boosts himself over the port rail, then scrambles under the gangway platform. He pulls a rock from his pack and flips it off the ship. Two seconds after the splash, footsteps pound down a ladder from the superstructure area. Tom crawls out and streaks across the deck to a gun turret. EXT. FORWARD #2 TURRET - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS As footsteps approach, Tom ducks beneath the gunhouse and flattens himself against the barbette vertical shaft. FIRST BRIDGE WATCH You think Sherp fell overboard? SECOND BRIDGE WATCH That would make a tsunami. FIRST BRIDGE WATCH Go forward. I'll check aft. SECOND BRIDGE WATCH Give a shout if you see anything. Tom grasps a steel beam within the gunhouse innards above. He boosts his legs up, wraps them around a bundle of cables. A pair of shoes stops near the turret. Tom's arms shake, his legs begin to lose their grip. The shoes point forward and move off. Tom drops down and presses against the barbette. FIRST BRIDGE WATCH Anything? Both sailors approach. Tom boosts his legs up again. SECOND BRIDGE WATCH Zip. Let's skedaddle! Footsteps fade, then change cadence as they ascend a ladder. Tom jumps down. He locates the gunhouse's rear port hatch. He gives himself a silent count, then straightens, pushes up the dogging handle, opens the hatch and steps inside. The hatch shuts and the dogging handle locks down. INT. BRIDGE - BRECKSVILLE - EARLY MORNING Bertrel, Grenash, Derek and Krystel stand on the bridge with other sailors. Four men each surround Derek and Krystel. LIEUTENANT GRENASH Captain, all crew is aboard and at their stations. Bertrel nods, then presses the bridge microphone Talk button. CAPTAIN BERTREL All hands, this is the Captain. I trust you took advantage of the few hours ashore. It was too brief a layover but we'll return after the mission is completed. Prepare to leave port. That is all. (to Grenash) Navigator, you may get underway. EXT. PIER - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS USS Brecksville slowly rises out of the river. Her keel breaks the surface, rivulets of water drip from the hull. She turns slowly, majestically. INT. BRIDGE - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS The ship faces east. The sun shines orange off the river. LIEUTENANT GRENASH Through the wicket, Captain? CAPTAIN BERTREL Proceed. Brecksville turns to port, angles up and moves forward. The heavy cruiser swings around in a giant half-circle. LIEUTENANT GRENASH Height, one hundred fifty feet. CAPTAIN BERTREL Now watch our crack navigator strut his stuff, folks. A barge moves up the Mississippi River ahead. Brecksville streaks forward. Her speed rapidly increases. The ship bears down on the Gateway Arch and then arrows through it, dead center. Everyone turns aft. The Arch recedes rapidly behind them. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Good shooting, Lieutenant. Grenash nods. He manipulates the keel propulsor controls with his right hand, the wheel with his left. LIEUTENANT GRENASH Turning. Course zero six five. The ship angles down slightly to the left. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - MORNING The portside hatch of #2 Forward Turret opens slowly. Tom steps out, shuts the hatch and jumps down. He picks his way along the deck towards the superstructure. Tom gets to a starboard hatch, opens it and slips inside. INT. VOID SPACE - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Tom switches on his penlight. The void bristles with wires, switch boxes, pipes and cables. The penlight illuminates a circular hatch above. Tom puts the light in his mouth and climbs the narrow steel ladder. At the hatch, Tom turns the dogging wheel. He listens after a few turns, then rotates the wheel until it stops. He ascends one step and uses his head to open the hatch. Three stanchions border the hatch, steel safety chains looped one stanchion to the other. INT. OFFICER'S COUNTRY PASSAGEWAY - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Tom climbs from the open hatch. He pivots to lower it. Footsteps and voices approach. Tom freezes. He sits, then swivels his legs onto the ladder. He climbs down a few rungs and lowers the hatch just barely enough to look out. Far down the corridor, some people emerge from a side passageway, turn and walk towards him. Tom bends down and the hatch closes. INT. VOID SPACE - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Footsteps slow, then stop. Tom eases up the hatch a few inches with his head. He watches Krystel and Derek go through a door. Two men position themselves on either side of the door. INT. CAPTAIN'S STATEROOM - BRECKSVILLE - MORNING Derek and Krystel sit in front of Captain Bertrel's desk. Krystel notices a photograph behind him. CAPTAIN BERTREL You a baseball fan, Miss Janelli? She glares at Bertrel. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) The late Stan Musial, Navy man. KRYSTEL How thrilling. You bastard. CAPTAIN BERTREL He played on this ship's official team, the Saint Louis Cardinals. DEREK I like the Royals. Did you hear about the Show-Me Series in 1985? KRYSTEL What is this, a boys sweaty locker room? Why did you kidnap us, Admiral? CAPTAIN BERTREL Not kidnapped. Honored guests. DEREK Krys, let him get this over with. KRYSTEL Why don't you knock him into next Thursday? Uncle Tom would, but... CAPTAIN BERTREL Enough, kids. Pay close attention. Bertrel walks to a blackboard and picks up a pointer. On the board is chalked the east coasts of Canada and the USA, the Atlantic Ocean, Germany, France and British Isles. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) You asked why you're here. Ready for a little history lesson? KRYSTEL Fuck off. Bertrel lowers the pointer. Krystel stands. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Admiral, Professor, whatever you are. I'm not your pupil, I'm a prisoner. Take me to my cell! Bertrel puts down the pointer and walks over to face Krystel. He nods at two sailors nearby and they grab her upper arms. CAPTAIN BERTREL We can return you to the cabin and chain you high on the bunk post. Standing up, with a gag in your sewer mouth. Would that suit you? DEREK Krys, maybe we should... Krystel eyeballs Bertrel. She gives him the finger. KRYSTEL Does this suit you, dickhead? She sits. Derek touches her arm. She pushes his hand away. Bertrel, a tiny smile on his face, returns to the blackboard. CAPTAIN BERTREL You're aboard a heavy cruiser, Cleveland class, launched 1942. KRYSTEL 1942? What? CAPTAIN BERTREL We're dead, sunk. Or we thought so, until we discovered that some World War Two ships and their crews somehow get regenerated. KRYSTEL You're a fucking ghost? CAPTAIN BERTREL We are 'Neathers. We don't know exactly how this happened and most of us don't give a hoot in hell. Bertrel points to an area on the east coast of Canada. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Halifax, Nova Scotia. Just before America entered the war on... He aims the pointer at Derek. DEREK September something, 1941 I think. He points at Krystel. KRYSTEL Why would I care? CAPTAIN BERTREL In the past. Meaningless, right? Now before America's entry into the war, Britain was supplied by convoys that left from here. He taps the pointer at a point east of Halifax. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Germany sprung their U-boat wolf packs here. Nothing could stop... Brecksville drops, then rolls up on the starboard side. Bertrel stumbles but remains on his feet. Sailors crouch. Derek and Krystel nearly fall out of their chairs. The ship levels itself quickly. Bertrel moves to his desk. LIEUTENANT GRENASH (V.O.) (from captain's intercom) Sorry, Captain. A small jet was angling in on us from ten o'clock. CAPTAIN BERTREL It's daylight, Nash, are you aware? LIEUTENANT GRENASH (V.O.) Yes sir. CAPTAIN BERTREL Bridge lookouts have been doubled? LIEUTENANT GRENASH (V.O.) They have, sir. This jet was lost in some tricky background... CAPTAIN BERTREL I don't want to hear it, Navigator! Nothing is going to SNAFU this mission, do you understand? He clicks off the intercom and returns to the blackboard. DEREK Wouldn't they fly right through us? CAPTAIN BERTREL We're as solid as stone. Where were we? After Pearl Harbor, Queen Georgina gets converted for troop transport. KRYSTEL You mean what we're staying on? CAPTAIN BERTREL Yes. Didn't you take the tour? KRYSTEL We'll do it when we get back. CAPTAIN BERTREL I recommend it. Queen Georgina was packed to the gills with GIs, then zigzagged across the ocean at top speed. U-boats couldn't catch her. Bertrel points to an area on the board, north of Ireland. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) The Bloody Foreland. She picked up an escort here mostly because of German planes on patrol. Bertrel puts down the pointer. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Our current destination. The scene of the crime, lady. And gentleman. With both of you to bear witness. EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT Icebergs bob in the black waters of the North Atlantic. Up and back, a point of light grows quickly in size. USS Brecksville, glowing, flashes past and forward. INT. OFFICER'S CABIN - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Krystel, alone, gets up from the bunk and opens the door. Two sailors sit across the passageway, facing her. KRYSTEL Bathroom. One of the sailors gestures down the passageway. INT. OFFICER'S COUNTRY PASSAGEWAY - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Krystel walks down the dark passageway and opens the bathroom door. She sees a silhouette in the mirror. It's a shadowed man, reflected in the connecting passageway behind. He stands flat against the wall. The man raises a finger to his lips. Then he points. Krystel goes inside. INT. OFFICERS HEAD - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS The man streaks across the passageway and into the bathroom. He closes the door and turns on the light. TOM No ghost, Tiger. Genuine article. KRYSTEL Uncle T, what are you doing here? TOM Keep it down. No time. A man who loves you very much got me aboard. KRYSTEL It couldn't be Derek. TOM A man named Ray Kelvin. Derek's thrown in with Ber... You know? KRYSTEL Kind of. He's been weird ever since he conned me into this trip. TOM I'll get you both off of here when the ship stops. Okay, gotta run. KRYSTEL Not yet! TOM Sorry, Tiger. Now listen. Don't tell Derek I'm here or that you know about him, right? She nods. TOM (CONT'D) When I hit the lights, you crack open the door. If it's clear give me a thumbs-up. No sound. Go. Tom kisses her cheek and Krystel gives him a quick hug. He turns off the light. Krystel barely opens the door and looks down the passageway. One sailor stares ahead at her cabin door. The other has his head back against the wall, eyes closed. She signals. Tom glides across the passageway and vanishes. INT. WARDROOM - BRECKSVILLE - EARLY MORNING Derek and Krystel sit at a table across from each other. A sailor pours them coffee. Four other sailors stand nearby. DEREK You look so tired, Krys. KRYSTEL Gee, thanks. So do you. DEREK (yawns) Couldn't sleep. Too keyed up. The hum from the ship drops slightly. KRYSTEL I think we're slowing down. DEREK Captain said we're almost there. KRYSTEL Nice of him to keep one of us informed, right, hon? DEREK I just wish it was all finished. This is such bullshit. KRYSTEL It's all been bullshit. DEREK Yeah, it sure has been. The door opens. Bertrel comes in and sits at the table. CAPTAIN BERTREL How was breakfast? DEREK When are we docking? Bertrel ignores Derek and looks directly at Krystel. CAPTAIN BERTREL Very soon you shall see things no Topsider has ever laid eyes upon. Consider it a crossing of a frontier between our peoples. Bertrel gets up, goes to the wardroom door and opens it. Tom stands there, wrists cuffed in front and ankles chained. His left eye is bruised. Three sailors surround him. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) We discovered this heroic fighting man in our Number Two Turret. Bertrel gestures them all to come in, then closes the door. KRYSTEL Uncle Tom? They kidnapped you too? CAPTAIN BERTREL We've three in sickbay thanks to him. No worries, we heal quickly Underneath. Petty Officer Gilmore, have a seat with your family. The sailors prod Tom forward to a chair next to Derek. Krystel focuses on his bruised face. KRYSTEL What did these cowards do to you? TOM I'll live. CAPTAIN BERTREL I thought to hold you in the brig but I think you'll enjoy our show. Bertrel goes out the wardroom door and speaks low to CHIEF PETTY OFFICER FUENTES, 30s, in the passageway. Bertrel walks off. The chief comes in and closes the door. KRYSTEL How did that happen? TOM Someone's elbow. It's nothing. Krystel gestures at Derek with a questioning look. TOM (CONT'D) No reason to hold back now. Krystel nods, then moves to sit directly across from Derek. KRYSTEL You're a stinking rat. Derek tries to look shocked. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) I know everything. You did all this. You fucking liar bastard! DEREK I didn't... They're the ones who lied to me! KRYSTEL Con man! You conned me and my family! The only man I've ever trusted in my whole life... (points at Tom) ...and you got him too! DEREK I did what I did for you, babe! KRYSTEL For what? Money? And quit calling me 'babe'! Don't you ever call me that again, you motherfucker! DEREK You're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with! Krystel yanks off her engagement ring and flings it at Derek. It hits him in the chest, bounces onto the floor. Derek gets up and storms off towards a porthole. The hum from USS Brecksville stops. KRYSTEL (to Tom) What can we do? TOM Sit tight, Tiger. We'll be jake. CAPTAIN BERTREL (into wardroom intercom) Chief? Time. CHIEF FUENTES Yes, sir. Chief Fuentes directs the other sailors to escort Tom, Krystel and Derek. They all leave the wardroom. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - MORNING USS Brecksville hovers fifty feet above the North Atlantic. The weather is overcast with choppy, wind-whipped waves. Bertrel, Tom, Krystel and Derek stand outside the bridge, starboard side. Ten sailors flank them. The rest of the crew lines the starboard rail on deck. Bertrel holds a bullhorn. He faces the three captives. CAPTAIN BERTREL We project images to each other as a way to communicate Underneath. We're going to share some with you. DEREK Are they holograms? CAPTAIN BERTREL They're a replay of electromagnetic patterns, sight and sound, is what our techs tell us. TOM Captain Bertrel, wait... CAPTAIN BERTREL All of you need to be educated. Especially you. Bertrel lasers in on Krystel. TOM Captain! CAPTAIN BERTREL What is it, Petty Officer Gilmore? TOM You can't force this on us. CAPTAIN BERTREL That is not and never will be our intent. First, would anyone like to go to their cabins? Krystel? KRYSTEL I can take it if you can. CAPTAIN BERTREL Quite the spirited lady you have here, Mister Garnett. Krystel moves away from Derek and closer to Tom. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) If a viewing gets to be too much, simply shut your eyes. I'll start. Bertrel faces the water and closes his eyes. He raises his hands, drops them behind his neck and massages the base of his skull. The current scene fades. EXT. OCEAN - AFTERNOON The sun sparkles upon a blue ocean. CAPTAIN BERTREL Look to the left. The Gray Ghost! A gray-painted Queen Georgina churns through rolling swells. The silhouette of a bomber flies over the ship. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) B-17 Flying Fortress. But the Queen is about to lose air cover. An engine drone sounds as the B-17 banks and heads away. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) It's now up to us and six other ships to shield her into Scotland. Bertrel drops his hands, leans on the bridge rail a moment. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - MORNING CAPTAIN BERTREL It was a hare-brained operation. The Queen steamed faster than her escorts and she couldn't slow down. (raises bullhorn) Petty Officer Cowdray? The sailor COWDRAY puts his hands to the back of his head. EXT. OCEAN - AFTERNOON The port side of Queen Georgina appears, very close. Tiny figures line all of her visible decks. CAPTAIN BERTREL Fifteen thousand troops aboard. Since she's zigzagging, you see her now off our starboard flank. Thank you Mr. Cowdray. Chief Saladin? Queen Georgina's starboard side is close, slightly behind. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) He's looking off our port side, as was nearly everyone topside. Voices sound onboard the 1942 USS Brecksville. 1942 CREW VOICE 1 Hey Bulldog, what's she...? 1942 CREW VOICE 2 Christ almighty, what in the hell is she doing? 1942 CREW VOICE 3 Holy shit! 1942 CREW VOICE 2 They see it, the dogfaces, they see it! Queen Georgina draws nearly even with Brecksville. Gradually her bow angles in on the cruiser. 1942 CREW VOICE 3 Oh my God! 1942 CREW VOICE 1 Get back, get back, get to port...! The entire scene goes black. Derek gasps in horror. Krystel screams and falls back into two sailors. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - MORNING CAPTAIN BERTREL Is everyone okay? Would you rather go below now, Miss Janelli? She shakes her head 'No'. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Very good. Seaman Skate? EXT. OCEAN - AFTERNOON A rolling swell makes the ocean appear to drop down. Queen Georgina churns through wreckage and flotsam. CAPTAIN BERTREL The Queen slowed down after the collision, but didn't stop. A rolled up object floats a dozen feet away. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Petty Officer Gilmore, what's that? TOM Castanet. CAPTAIN BERTREL Right. A life raft that can carry fifty men, but that day they couldn't be unrolled. DEREK How come? CAPTAIN BERTREL Oil. The lashings were covered with oil. No grip. The focus shifts right. The stern section of USS Brecksville explodes and sinks. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Many of us who perished immediately were in the stern. Thick black smoke billows up from burning oil on the surface. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) When the Queen's stem rammed us, I was killed instantly. Nearly everyone on the bridge died as a result of the impact. The focus goes left. Brecksville's bow section floats level. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Almost everyone in the bow section survived, except for the ones who eventually gave up and drowned. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - MORNING CAPTAIN BERTREL My men waited two hours for the British destroyers to double back and rescue them. Chief Curacoa? EXT. OCEAN - AFTERNOON Men cling to wreckage, to rolled-up castanets or hold onto each other and float in groups. Krystel gasps as a man near a castanet stares at the viewer. Another man by himself struggles to stay afloat in the swells. His head ducks underneath. Globs of oil bob on the surface. One closes on the man. He moves his arms weakly and tries to swim away from it. The glob of oil floats onto his face. The scene shifts skyward as a swell passes under. When the surface becomes visible again, the man is gone. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - MORNING CAPTAIN BERTREL Three hundred thirty-eight men. Murdered by the recklessness of Queen Georgina's skipper. One man did this. One! TOM You take no responsibility at all? CAPTAIN BERTREL What was that, Petty Officer? TOM His ship was crammed with American GIs! Couldn't you have avoided... CAPTAIN BERTREL No avoiding was necessary! Bertrel whirls to face Tom and takes a step towards him. Tom moves into combat stance, despite the handcuffs and ankle chains. Sailors grab his arms. Bertrel gets right in his face. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) You never zigzag overtaking another vessel! Yet that rule wasn't even reviewed by the Board of Inquiry. When Fleet Week became possible my men and I uncovered their lies. He backs up to the rail. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) "Obstruction of a capital ship during wartime maneuvers" was put into my official record. That's what I died with. And you... Bertrel stabs his finger at Krystel. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) You are going to set everything right! You will cleanse my record! KRYSTEL Me? Fuck that noise, Admiral! Stick that record up your ass! Bertrel's face changes to pure rage. He advances on her. She shrinks back. CAPTAIN BERTREL How dare you! You have no honor, foul-mouthed wench, you should be... TOM Sir! Captain Bertrel! Why her? Bertrel slowly calms down. CAPTAIN BERTREL She's the living link to the outlaw skipper of Queen Georgina, a rogue named Randolph W. Hegessey. KRYSTEL I'm adopted, Admiral! CAPTAIN BERTREL We spent month after month tracing his lineage. You, Miss Janelli, would have a different name had your parents kept you. You're Hegessey's great granddaughter. TOM So it's her fault. And not a bit of it yours. Fucking insane, sir. CAPTAIN BERTREL Petty Officer Gilmore: Would you like to be cast into the Bloody Foreland in front of your niece? TOM All right. I'll use my military connections to get this reopened. CAPTAIN BERTREL The chain of command between Hegessey and you is non-existent. You are not of her true family. KRYSTEL Uncle Tom's the closest... CAPTAIN BERTREL Shut your stench of a mouth! TOM She is family, Captain! Like the bond between a ship and her crew. Bertrel turns and goes to the rail. He raises the bullhorn. CAPTAIN BERTREL Attention all hands! Secure from stations! Ship will get underway in thirty minutes! That is all. The men along the rail slowly drift from it. Some form small groups and hug. Others move towards hatches and ladders. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Very well, Petty Officer Gilmore. Then I will hold you as responsible as her to set things right again. For myself, and for my men. Bertrel walks towards a ladder leading down from the bridge. TOM Where are we going now, Captain? CAPTAIN BERTREL You're getting a magic carpet ride to Wichita, Kansas. Then I and my crew go back Underneath. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - LATE AFTERNOON Tom, Krystel and Derek stand along the starboard rail and watch the panorama streak by. Krystel turns to Derek. KRYSTEL I want to talk to my uncle alone. Derek looks down, then moves away towards the stern. Krystel takes Tom's arm and they walk towards the bow. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) What's he like, Uncle Tom? The man who helped you. Tom focuses on the submarine-like sail close to the cruiser's bow. Minor movements occur in the diving planes. TOM Ray's a good man, a real shipmate. KRYSTEL I think I saw him back there. TOM The viewing? KRYSTEL Yeah. But other places too. TOM He watched over you in Wichita. Did you ever see him in your house? Krystel shakes her head. TOM (CONT'D) He said he was in your house, looking through things. That's how he knew where to find me in Hermosa Beach. He... KRYSTEL I know! Cowtown back home! After working in the gift shop I'd go sometimes to our Old West saloon... INT. OLD WEST SALOON - WICHITA, KANSAS - NIGHT Krystel, dressed in traditional Old West clothes, sits at a large table with other men and women dressed similarly. At the bar, a man in a cowboy hat drinks a beer. He turns on his barstool and looks at Krystel's table a long moment. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS KRYSTEL He was there a few nights in a row but he never introduced himself. TOM In that case, how would you like to go to Saint Louis with me tonight? KRYSTEL To meet this guy Ray? TOM He said if a 'Neather dies out of the water it's all over. I want to go back there, see that he's okay. An object glances off Brecksville's hull. TOM (CONT'D) A bird. KRYSTEL Poor thing! They continue walking towards the bow. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Anyway yes, I'm going with you. I owe Ray that much. DEREK (O.S.) I want to go too. In front of the ship's diving sail stand four guards. Tom and Krystel turn towards the stern. Derek approaches them. KRYSTEL What? DEREK I'm going with you to Saint Louis. This was all my fault. KRYSTEL Uncle Tom? I don't know. We're supposed to trust you now, right? DEREK Look, I already have some treasure but I don't want any of it. I'll give it all away. TOM I'd hold you to that. DEREK You won't need to, Tom. Krystel walks to Derek, up close. He starts to turn away. KRYSTEL Look at me! You can come. But try anything and I won't need my uncle to avenge it. And forget about our marriage. I don't marry con men. EXT. SKY - WICHITA, KANSAS - EARLY EVENING Brecksville moves above the city across the Arkansas River. She floats over a bridge. She descends, then turns towards a pier just past the bridge. Brecksville moves close to the pier and hovers above it. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Tom, Krystel and Derek stand near the gangway platform. TOM They may try and get cute. Jump to the pier, then move out quickly. We stay together no matter what. EXT. PIER - ARKANSAS RIVER - CONTINUOUS A FAMILY (father, mother, two small boys, one small girl) with a dog walks slowly around the perimeter of the pier. The dog bolts down the pier back towards the riverbank. The girl runs after it. The rest of the family begins to follow them. One of the boys turns around, picks up a rock and throws it towards the river. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Krystel steps back. A click sounds below as the rock hits. The boy looks directly through them. Then he turns, runs down the pier and looks over his shoulder several times. Bertrel approaches. Three sailors with seabags follow him. CAPTAIN BERTREL Your belongings. The bags are mementos of our excursion. The sailors hand a seabag to each of them, then withdraw. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Understand that we'll be watching your every move. I expect a complete reprieve, Miss Janelli. Petty Officer Gilmore. KRYSTEL Bertrel, pray we don't tell everyone about you and your sick... CAPTAIN BERTREL They won't believe. And even if? We'll know. Then they'll know us. Bertrel turns to the bridge, raises his arm, then lowers it. He leaves them, and makes his way to the bridge ladder. Brecksville drops and extends its gangway above the pier. Tom, Krystel and Derek hesitate. A sailor gestures for them to go quickly. Krystel steps onto the gangway, followed by Derek, then Tom. EXT. PIER - ARKANSAS RIVER - CONTINUOUS Krystel and Derek both jump off the gangway to the pier. Tom turns. Captain Bertrel salutes. Tom salutes back. He jumps off the gangway and looks behind him, at the opposite riverbank. USS Brecksville has vanished. EXT. DRIVEWAY - DEREK'S HOUSE - EVENING The threesome walks up the driveway to Derek's car. TOM I'll go in and set up the charter flight while you guys are gone. KRYSTEL (to Tom) I want you in the car with me. TOM (to Derek) You got your phone? Derek nods as he slides into the driver's side. Tom goes for the back seat. KRYSTEL That's okay, I'll sit back there. Tom shrugs and gets into the passenger seat. A dejected Derek looks in the rearview mirror at Krystel. She turns away from him as he starts the car moving. EXT. DRIVEWAY - KRYSTEL'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Tom jumps out of the car first, then he assists Krystel out. KRYSTEL Mom's SUV is here but I don't think she's home. TOM We'll be back in about an hour. KRYSTEL Okay. When do we take off? TOM Nine o'clock or whenever we get there. They'll wait. It's only an hour to Saint Louis. She gives Tom a quick hug and starts away. Derek leans far over towards the passenger side window. DEREK Bye, Krys. Krystel pauses for a second. She then continues up the walkway to her door, opens it and steps inside. She switches on the hall light, then waves through the screen door as Derek backs the car out of her driveway. INT. HALLWAY - KRYSTEL'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Krystel drops the seabag and walks to the stairs. KRYSTEL Mom? It's me! No answer. Krystel heads towards the kitchen. A low thump sounds. Krystel stops, turns, and goes back to the stairs. She climbs up a few of them. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Mom? You in? Krystel walks back towards the kitchen. On her left, she sees the patio door slide open by itself. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Hey! What? Krystel stumbles backwards. She struggles, then is caught by unseen arms that soon pin her to the floor. She tries to yell but her voice is muffled. Her sleeve moves up. A cotton ball rubs itself on her upper arm. A syringe floats over and plunges into her arm. She twitches, then relaxes and lies perfectly still. Her seabag opens itself and upends. The contents fall out. The seabag pulls over Krystel, feet first, then encloses her whole body. The top buckle snaps itself shut. The seabag floats out the patio door. When it reaches the lawn, the seabag drops to the grass and slides away from the house. EXT. DRIVEWAY - DEREK'S HOUSE - EVENING Derek leans against the car hood and fiddles with his phone. Tom rushes out the door, shuts it, then runs to Derek's car. TOM What are you doing with that? DEREK No rush, Tom. We're good on time. Tom raps on the hood of the car. TOM Let's get underway! INT. DEREK'S CAR - WICHITA, KANSAS - CONTINUOUS TOM Did that jackal ever tell you anything more about this scheme? DEREK I didn't even know about going to the sinking. The professor said we'd go on Brecksville, and then Bertrel would take us to Wichita. TOM Is her number in this thing? Tom grabs Derek's phone and holds it out. Derek presses a few buttons on it. Four rings sound from the speaker. KRYSTEL (V.O.) Hi, it's Krystel and I'm not... Tom breaks the connection. TOM Probably in the shower. DEREK We'll be there in a few minutes! TOM I know. Something doesn't jibe. What does Bertrel have from us? DEREK Um, the Navy records, to fix them. TOM And that is all. Just our promise to reopen an inquiry into his case. Tom clicks the redial button. Krystel's recording starts and Tom clicks it off. DEREK Yeah. And if we don't he threatened to... TOM Seems too thin. Something else. Until they got me it was easy-peasy hiding on that ship. My SEAL training, I figured at first. DEREK You're saying maybe they knew all along you were aboard? Tom shrugs. Derek points ahead to the Arkansas River. DEREK (CONT'D) That's where I proposed to her. On a cruise ship during Riverfest. TOM Was the marriage his idea too? DEREK No! Just to get her to Long Beach. TOM Bertrel had this figured down to the wire. The timing, your visit with the professor at UCLB... DEREK Yeah. He told me about the yacht and gave me some more treasure. TOM But why would he... Why? DEREK Like, a down payment? And I had to show him our rental so he could easily find it and turn it in. I guess Bertrel didn't want cops... TOM Forget that, for now! Why stage this whole thing in Long Beach? Tom hits the redial again. Still no answer. DEREK That's where I graduated college? TOM Who cares where you went to school? No. It's... Oh shit, it's the river! See? That's the answer! Derek is clueless. Tom points out the window. TOM (CONT'D) That son of a bitching river! DEREK But I said the marriage was our... TOM I ought to be sent back to middle school! What did he just do? DEREK Bertrel? TOM Who the fuck else? He just dropped us off on an open pier during rush hour, like he was delivering mail! DEREK Yeah! But... TOM Have you and Krystel ever gone to that pier? DEREK Of course. It's near my house. TOM Bingo! If Bertrel wanted to take her on a joyride to lay on the guilts about this sinking, then grab her here! Why go across... Tom hits redial again but disconnects after two rings. TOM (CONT'D) That ghost bastard just fucked us! DEREK What are you talking about? TOM They've got her! DEREK What? You're crazy! TOM Listen. Bertrel couldn't be sure of everyone's loyalty, including yours. He didn't count on me, but probably factored in that someone from the outside might interfere. DEREK Yeah. I mean now I want to help. TOM Bertrel had to purge his ship of anyone who could possibly stop him. DEREK From doing what? EXT. DRIVEWAY - KRYSTEL'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Tom jumps out of the car and runs to the door. TOM The hall light's off! He opens the screen, tries the knob, then beats on the door. TOM (CONT'D) TIGER? The key! Give me her goddamned key! Derek trots up and hands it to him. Tom jams the key home and swings the door open. They both enter. Total silence. Tom discovers the open patio door and steps through it. TOM (CONT'D) Check all the rooms, double-quick. EXT. BACKYARD - KRYSTEL'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Tom moves laterally in a crouch and examines the grass. He looks up and focuses on a narrow lake that runs behind other houses on Krystel's street. He sees wet footprints on the lawn and runs a hand over them. Derek steps out of the patio door and joins Tom. DEREK Nobody here. TOM Bertrel hovered above that lake and dropped a raiding party into it. He gestures down at the wet grass, the faint tracks in it. TOM (CONT'D) They've got her all right. C'mon! Tom stands and they both head for the front of the house. DEREK You think she's in Saint Louis? TOM No way. What's in Long Beach? DEREK My college? TOM Fuck the college and think! Where are you guys staying? DEREK The, um... Queen Georgina. INT. CAPTAIN'S STATEROOM - BRECKSVILLE - EVENING Krystel sits in front of Bertrel's desk, cuffed to her chair. Four sailors stand nearby. Bertrel comes in. CAPTAIN BERTREL We'll be fine. Go. The sailors leave and Bertrel closes the door. KRYSTEL Where's Brad? CAPTAIN BERTREL Mr. McKittrick and a few others left willingly before the viewing. KRYSTEL Too human for you, right? By the way, I know that you're him. CAPTAIN BERTREL Who am I, love? KRYSTEL The... You were the guy who cleaned our windshield at the college. CAPTAIN BERTREL Keen eye. Yes. If I asked your turncoat fiancé for money, that meant things at the college were set up. Do I get an Oscar? KRYSTEL Why didn't you... Why did we have to see that pervert Taranto? CAPTAIN BERTREL Your Judas boyfriend never trusted me but he worships his professor. So I had him deliver the change of plans about the yacht. And the thirty pieces of silver. Bertrel removes a wallet photo and shows it to Krystel. She frowns, examines it closely. The intercom clicks. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) You see just what I see. My Melissa looks so much like you. (into intercom) What is it? LIEUTENANT GRENASH (V.O.) Phoenix off the port bow, sir. On schedule. Ninety minutes. CAPTAIN BERTREL Splendid. Let me know when we're close to the Salton Sea. Bertrel clicks off, walks to the porthole and looks out. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) That inland sea will slow us up. We only go half as fast over water. KRYSTEL Goddess... Melissa? CAPTAIN BERTREL A last minute addition, your love boat. She was abandoned in the Gulf of California. He returns to his seat behind the desk. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) My dear wife passed away two months after me. When she heard U-boats sunk us, that the captain went down with the ship, she acted. KRYSTEL U-boats? But didn't the Queen... CAPTAIN BERTREL They held it back. Bad for morale, love. My Melissa. Delicate soul. So fragile, so dependent on me. KRYSTEL Is she... a 'Neather now, too? He holds out his hand to Krystel for the photograph. Bertrel takes it, caresses the edges. CAPTAIN BERTREL She died in the water. She'd sliced her wrists in our bathtub. KRYSTEL Oh God... CAPTAIN BERTREL They buried my Melissa with our unborn son still inside her. INT. PASSENGER CABIN - CASSENTA SILKWING - NIGHT DEREK Are we landing at LAX? TOM Long Beach. We get to the marina, to Ray's boat. Then we improvise. DEREK You think Bertrel might kill her? TOM What do you think? DEREK I'd have to kill him myself, then. TOM That's a helluva turnaround. Okay, I need to know everything you know about Bertrel. Did this all start with your engineering professor? DEREK Yeah. Tom... I'm an asshole. Krys is right, she always is. I don't want to go into it now. Let's just help her. Tom turns in his seat and grabs Derek's upper arm. TOM Do you really want to help her? A SEAL team finds out everything it can about a target before striking. Are you clear on the target? DEREK Well, yeah. We catch Bertrel and get Krys away, I guess. Right? Tom leans in close to Derek and speaks just above a whisper. TOM Does Krystel talk of her childhood? DEREK Um, not much. Hardly ever. TOM There's a reason. Ready? She had an abortion when she was twelve. DEREK What? She had a what? TOM Keep it down. The COPILOT turns to look at them, then faces front. TOM (CONT'D) My sister woke with a bad cough late one night and her husband wasn't in bed. Guess where he was? DEREK No! You don't mean... TOM Krystel missed the seventh grade. Hospitals. Emotional trauma therapy. Meds, you name it. That bastard stole a year of her life and more. Now she's being held... Derek starts to turn toward the window. Tom grabs him. TOM (CONT'D) Listen to me! Your fiancée - my niece - is being held by a madman for God knows what purpose! What are you going to do about it? DEREK We... we have to stop him. TOM We might have to splash the whole fucking lot. Eliminations! Got that? If you can't handle it then I don't want you on my team. Derek turns to the window. Tears fill his eyes. TOM (CONT'D) Look, partner. I'm beat and we're going into action in a few hours. We both should get some shut-eye. Tom gets up and speaks to the COPILOT, female, 30s. As he returns to his seat, the cabin lights dim. INT. CAPTAIN'S STATEROOM - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT LIEUTENANT GRENASH (V.O.) (via ship's intercom) Trans water stabilize, standby for speed reduction. Krystel deliberately looks up at the Stan Musial photograph. CAPTAIN BERTREL Stan the Man, 1942 Series. Games one and two split. They sunk us on the off day. An American crew later told us the Cards won it all. LIEUTENANT GRENASH (V.O.) Stand by for TWS... Now. The ship drops slightly and angles down. The hum decreases. KRYSTEL We lived in Cairo, Illinois. CAPTAIN BERTREL Really? Did you like it there? KRYSTEL I don't remember much. We moved to Wichita when I was four. CAPTAIN BERTREL After the meeting, we'll revisit some Mississippi River haunts. KRYSTEL Meeting? CAPTAIN BERTREL To dispense with some business. KRYSTEL Oh. Okay if I powder my nose? Bertrel opens the door and motions two men to come in. CAPTAIN BERTREL Escort her to the officers head. They un-cuff her and head down the passageway. Halfway down Krystel suddenly crouches, grabs the left leg of the sailor on her right and pushes up. He falls diagonally in front of the other sailor, who also stumbles and falls. Krystel hurdles over them, then runs at the open deck hatch. She slides under the stanchion chain, gets her feet onto a rung and climbs down. The two sailors scramble to their feet. One turns back towards the pair of sailors near the Captain's stateroom. ESCORT SAILOR Call the bridge! INT. VOID SPACE - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Krystel climbs down the metal ladder awkwardly. She looks up. A sailor several rungs above her descends rapidly. She reaches the deck, turns and grabs the hatch handle. She pushes it up and steps out just as the sailor jumps down. EXT. STARBOARD HATCH - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS On deck, Krystel turns and slams the hatch. The sailor's arm catches between the hatch and the opening. He bellows in pain. She runs to the rail. A sailor comes at her from the right, two more from the left. She gets a leg over and brings up the other but they grab at her, then pull her back over the rail. They carry her to the bridge ladder, then up. Krystel looks back and sees the moonbeam disappear off of the Salton Sea. Brecksville angles up and increases speed. INT. PASSENGER CABIN - CASSENTA SILKWING - NIGHT The copilot touches Tom's shoulder. He stirs and brings his reclined seat upright. Derek wakes up and does the same. SILKWING COPILOT We'll be landing soon, but we must divert to LAX. Long Beach has fog. TOM Oh Christ. Look, we can't be late for our appointment on the ground. SILKWING COPILOT Have you reserved a rental car? Tom nods. SILKWING COPILOT (CONT'D) We'll transfer that to LAX and bring it to the tarmac. TOM Appreciate it. When do we land? SILKWING COPILOT Nine fifty-five. TOM Thanks again. She leaves. Tom grabs a pad and pen and writes figures. TOM (CONT'D) Brecksville gets to Long Beach between ten and ten-thirty. DEREK Great, we get there before them. TOM True, but we have to switch vehicles. They can park Brecksville anywhere. INT. BRIDGE - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT KRYSTEL One way or another he'll stop you. CAPTAIN BERTREL You'll shower. Refuse, and my men provide a GI shower. Then you'll change into the clothes and items already laid out. Make a fuss and they'll be most happy to assist. KRYSTEL I'm sure of that. Are you done? CAPTAIN BERTREL Go. The meeting approaches. Bertrel nods at the sailors, who take her towards the ladder. INT. RENTAL CAR - 710 FREEWAY SOUTH - NIGHT Tom races in the left lane. The speedometer shows 85. A sign reads: 710 Freeway Ends - 1/2 Mile DEREK Why don't we call the Coast Guard! TOM Good one. "Be On the Lookout for an invisible flying warship". Tom cuts off a car as he swerves into the right lane. DEREK You're not in the Grand Prix. TOM Ever see it here? DEREK Yeah, it was exactly like this. Tom veers onto Shoreline Village Drive. Ahead in the distance they see Queen Georgina, all lit up. Tom drives to a parking gate. He leans over to his left. TOM Get the wallet out of my pocket. Derek pulls the wallet, opens it and extracts a twenty. He hands it to Tom. PARKING ATTENDANT Eight dollars after nine o'clock... TOM Right, whatever. Keep the change. Tom gives him the bill, then nudges the car forward. He starts through as the gate rises. It scrapes the rooftop. Tom turns into the parking lot, crosses it and accesses the berm roadway. He swerves into a parking spot and stops. EXT. BERM PARKING AREA - LONG BEACH MARINA - CONTINUOUS Tom and Derek run down the pier and jump to Nakima's deck. TOM Can you pilot a boat? Derek nods. Tom tosses him the keys. TOM (CONT'D) I'll keep lookout from up here. DEREK Where to? TOM The waterway in front of the Queen. INT. CAPTAIN'S STATEROOM - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Four sailors avert their eyes as Krystel slips on a short white satin dress. She steps into matching satin heels. Gold and ruby jewelry lie on the captain's desktop. Krystel walks to it, then puts on the arm bracelet, ankle bracelets and a necklace with a single large ruby. The hum of the keel propulsors ceases and the ship stops. Krystel reacts to the quiet, then rests a tiara in her hair. KRYSTEL I feel like Cleopatra's bridesmaid, boys. What's the insane Admiral... The door opens and Bertrel enters, walks to Krystel. CAPTAIN BERTREL You two stay. He points at them. The two others leave the stateroom. KRYSTEL What's this, Admiral? I know the gold is real but the rubies... CAPTAIN BERTREL Carlota's. Maximilian and Carlota once ruled Mexico. The ship hauling their royal loot sank and we found it. KRYSTEL You stole all their jewels? CAPTAIN BERTREL Finders keepers. We didn't take it all, we never do. The last thing we want is to draw any attention. LIEUTENANT GRENASH (V.O.) (into ship's intercom) Laguna Beach off the starboard side. All hands report topside. CAPTAIN BERTREL That policy is about to change. KRYSTEL What do you mean? CAPTAIN BERTREL Some of us reject the secrecy, the Charter. We shall take what you Topsiders have. No conditions. KRYSTEL You really are pirates after all. He smiles devilishly. A double-knock sounds. CAPTAIN BERTREL You don't even know what's coming. (at door) Enter! Chief Fuentes opens the door. CHIEF FUENTES Captain, we're ready. CAPTAIN BERTREL Thank you, Chief. Fuentes motions in four sailors, who escort Krystel out into the passageway. One sailor on each side grips her upper arm. Bertrel closes and locks his stateroom door. KRYSTEL Captain Bertrel, my things... CAPTAIN BERTREL You won't need them until later. The party moves towards the ladder leading to the main deck. INT. CABIN - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Derek stares out the cabin windows at Queen Georgina. Tom comes down the stern ladder and approaches. DEREK Anything? TOM Cold normal. Let's head south. DEREK What are we looking for? TOM An invisible cruiser. Keep your eyes peeled. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT The ship hovers fifty feet above the ocean. Her bow faces a docks area. Off her starboard side is the coastline. Krystel steps down a port side ladder, two sailors behind, two ahead. She reaches the deck, turns and sees Bertrel. He stands on a red carpet that stretches to the bow. On both sides down its length, sailors in dress uniforms face inward. KRYSTEL Oh perfect. I'm going to marry an insane fucking ghost. CAPTAIN BERTREL No wedding today. The meeting... the meet... Bertrel folds his arms. Krystel tries to hide her surprise. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Yes, love. The window on Fleet Week is closing for us all. He reaches for her necklace. Krystel flinches, moves back. Bertrel's eyes flash at her. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Soon comes the day when you shall cling to me. Bertrel nods at sailors nearby. Two move behind her. Two more position themselves on either side and grasp her arms. KRYSTEL Are surface... I mean are topside people attending this meeting? CAPTAIN BERTREL Certainly. Bertrel faces her. Everyone else on deck grows silent. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Your role, my love, is dually symbolic. First, as a figurehead to inaugurate our new presence Topside. Second, as a prize to me personally. You shall have the honor to be my woman Underneath. KRYSTEL You've got to be... I'm not going under any-fucking-where with you! Krystel raises her arms up but the sailors hold them. Bertrel turns and walks to the edge of the red carpet. A sailor loops a gag belt around Krystel's mouth. Others grasp her legs and arms. They carry her to the red carpet. Bertrel waits for her arrival, then leads a procession. As he comes abreast of a sailor pairing they snap-salute, then drop it as he passes. The next pairing does the same. The procession moves past the forward turret, the sail with diving planes, the windlasses and anchor chains. A raised steel platform sits back from the point of the bow. The platform supports a pair of brass poles, six feet high and two feet apart. From each pole hangs leather straps and buckles at various height intervals. The men position Krystel between the poles. Sailors fasten her legs with straps near her ankles, knees and hips. They tie her arms with straps near her elbows and shoulders. A man ties a strap across her forehead and removes the gag. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Bertrel! Why didn't you take me down in the cabin, tied to the bunk? Don't you bastards know how to do anything right? Bertrel walks in front of her. CAPTAIN BERTREL No one touches you here or Underneath, but me. We are gentlemen, all. KRYSTEL Perverts is more like it! Bertrel moves close. He suddenly kisses her neck. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) Fucking vampire! CAPTAIN BERTREL Lieut... Lieutenant... Bertrel quickly folds his arms. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) Lieutenant Grenash, proceed. LIEUTENANT GRENASH Aye sir. Grenash clicks a switch on a device. The platform descends. INT. FORWARD HULL - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS The platform moves down and stops. Two lanterns switch on, to the right and left of it. A sailor at each side moves forward to the crease of the bow. They release dogs on a hatch cover near the top of the bow. A sailor removes a wooden shaft from brackets on the bulkhead. He thrusts an end into the hatch center. The hatch falls out and down. The other sailor looks up at the square opening in the deck. HATCH SAILOR Bow hatch is away, Captain! CAPTAIN BERTREL Very well. Lieutenant? EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Grenash looks down from the bow point and toggles a switch. The platform moves a few feet past the hatch and stops. He presses another switch until the platform angles forward approximately forty-five degrees. INT. FORWARD HULL - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Krystel closes her eyes as she anticipates a fall into the ocean. But the platform straps hold her tight. Beneath her, a few sailboats and yachts sail leisurely. KRYSTEL Hey! Help me! Goddamnit look up here! HELP! Nobody on the boats pays any attention. EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - NIGHT Tom sees a splash and focuses the binoculars to that area. A cloud of fog approaches. As it moves left, the bow-on silhouette of USS Brecksville slowly appears in mid-air. Tom turns and crouches down at the stern ladder. TOM Derek? Found her! Found Brecksville! DEREK Awesome! Wow! Okay, where to? TOM Go south but tack, and slowly! Let's not attract their attention! INT. BRIDGE - BRECKSVILLE - NIGHT Grenash stands at the wheel. CAPTAIN BERTREL (V.O.) Descend. Grenash presses buttons on the keel propulsor console. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Bertrel goes to the bow point and looks down at Krystel. The ship begins a slow, straight descent. CAPTAIN BERTREL You know Melville, love? His poem, Figure-Head? KRYSTEL Stop this while you can, Bertrel! CAPTAIN BERTREL The Charles-and-Emma seaward sped, Named from the carven pair at prow, He so smart, and a curly head, She tricked forth as a bride knows how, Pretty stem for the port, I trow! The cruiser halts its descent fifty feet above the ocean. INT. CABIN - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Through the bridge window, Tom watches the silhouette of Brecksville descend. TOM Prepare to repel boarders... DEREK Do we start our run? TOM Not yet. When I say. Brecksville stops its descent. TOM (CONT'D) What's he doing? Keep it coming! (to Derek) Watch it! Tom points. A Coast Guard cutter crosses ahead. Derek turns as it passes, then straightens to meet its wake. Tom raises the glasses. EXT. MAIN DECK - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS CAPTAIN BERTREL Crew of heavy cruiser USS Brecksville: To the meeting! All the men on deck applaud raucously. Bertrel turns to face the bridge. He raises his right arm straight up and holds. Then he points it forward. The ship moves ahead towards the docks area. INT. CABIN - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Through the binoculars, Brecksville's silhouette grows. TOM Christ, she's on the move! The silhouette fills the field of vision in the binoculars. Nakima bobs crazily as Brecksville passes directly over her. TOM (CONT'D) Turn about and get to the channel! EXT. FORWARD HATCH - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS The ship rises. Beyond the docks area, Krystel sees Queen Georgina's port side. Krystel looks forward as Brecksville angles down slightly. She sees Queen Georgina directly ahead. KRYSTEL The meeting. Oh my God... This is the meeting... EXT. CENTER SMOKESTACK - QUEEN GEORGINA - CONTINUOUS MARIA, Hispanic, 30s, attractive in a wedding dress and WILSON, Irish, 40s in a tux stand in front of the smokestack. JO BROOK, 30s, aims a long-lens camera at them. JO A big wet kiss, oh nice, you guys are crazy about each other. One more, let's both look at me, real big smile and, tilt your head Maria... Great! Maria, Wilson and Jo walk to the front of the smokestack. Rungs of a ladder lead all the way up top. JO (CONT'D) Maria? Go about five steps up, and Wilson you stay there but raise your arms. Not straight out, up, there! Maria, put your right foot on the next rung - your other right foot, good, and look back. Now, you're escaping! Give him a mondo look of terror, really mug it... A blue-white flash illuminates Maria and Wilson. JO (CONT'D) What? But I didn't... Maria and Wilson look out over the port side, their faces in total shock. Jo glances over her shoulder. JO (CONT'D) Oh shit, no... EXT. DOCKS AREA - ADJACENT TO QUEEN GEORGINA - CONTINUOUS Brecksville appears in mid-air and flashes blue-white. At the waterline behind the superstructure, a black cylinder punches through her hull at extremely high speed. The black cylinder flashes blue-white as the profile of a World War Two submarine. It slices Brecksville in half. The submarine disappears. The stern section of Brecksville, attached only at the keel, bends down. She rolls starboard from the submarine impact. Brecksville slowly rights herself as she plows ahead. EXT. FORWARD HATCH - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Krystel screams as the submarine bashes into the cruiser. A loud vibration shakes the ship. Ahead, Queen Georgina's center smokestack grows in her vision. EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS The forward half of USS Brecksville barely skims over Queen Georgina. The bent-down stern portion slaps the middle smokestack and obliterates it. Brecksville continues ahead, then she angles downward. Her stem smashes into the marina channel. A giant double plume of spray blasts skyward and lights up from the blue-white flashes of Brecksville. EXT. FORWARD HATCH - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Black waves of the channel rush towards Krystel's face. Brecksville's hull hits the surface and plunges underwater. Krystel opens her eyes to blue-white bubbles racing past. Brecksville suddenly angles up, its forward momentum driving towards the Long Beach Marina. Krystel's vision fades and she blacks out. EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Brecksville slams into the Long Beach Marina berm. The ship obliterates trees, cars - everything in its path. She halts on the berm, her stern portion still submerged in the marina channel. Slowly, Brecksville rolls halfway onto her starboard side. Off to his right, Tom sees a huge wall of spray erupt from the marina channel. At its bottom strobes a World War Two submarine. Then the submarine disappears below the surface. Nakima rises and angles sharply down as a giant wave from the submarine's channel impact rolls into them. INT. CABIN - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Derek loses his balance and pitches forward. His head crashes into the bulkhead. EXT. STERN DECK - NAKIMA - CONTINUOUS Nakima pitches sharply up as the wave's backside rolls underneath. Items on the cabin deck slide to the stern. Tom tries to maintain balance but falls into the stern ladder well. His right shoulder crashes into the handrail. He spins, grabs at a step and lands on his back. Derek's body crashes down on top of Tom. Tom opens his eyes. He carefully moves Derek off of him and to the side. He checks his neck pulse. TOM Hang on, buddy. Tom gets to his feet, then runs forward to the wheel. Through the windows, he sees the wave that rolled under them swamp the docks area. Tom revs the motor and speeds across the marina channel. To his right a Coast Guard cutter turns near capsized boats. He maneuvers alongside a pier close to the beached cruiser. Tom shuts off the engine, runs back to check Derek and then scrambles up the stern ladder. EXT. PIER - LONG BEACH MARINA - CONTINUOUS Tom throws a line off Nakima, then jumps to the pier and secures the line. He sprints down the pier and turns towards the cruiser. Tom glances at blue and red flashing lights in the city of Long Beach, near the shoreline. Sirens wail. Brecksville lies across nearly the entire berm. Tom heads for a narrow gap in front of the ship's bow. He gets around Brecksville's forward keel and looks up. At the top of the bow there she is: Krystel. Her body hangs limply from a brass post, held only by several leather straps. A screech of metal on concrete sounds and Krystel's body jerks, as the ship jumps back towards the marina channel. TOM Oh Christ! Tom runs to a fallen anchor on the berm. The anchor chain, covered in muck, hangs from the forward deck. Tom climbs up the chain. He winces and favors his right shoulder, but continues up the anchor links. He gets to within fifteen feet of Krystel. An unseen force slams his right shoulder and knocks his right hand off the chain. His left hand eventually slips on the muck and he lets go. Tom squeezes the chain with his legs, slides down, then his legs separate. He falls backwards towards the concrete berm. He curls in, twists and lands on his side with a loud snap. Tom writhes in terrific pain on the berm. Bertrel solidifies just above where his shoulder was hit. CAPTAIN BERTREL Repel all boarders, Petty Officer! Your wench is mine! Captain's privilege! Mine for all time! Tom's vision goes to black. INT. FORWARD HULL - BRECKSVILLE - CONTINUOUS Bertrel swings in through the hatch from the anchor chain. As he lands inside, Brecksville groans, slides towards the channel, then stops. CAPTAIN BERTREL Take us, Thalassa! Return us home! Krystel moves her free arm and leg slightly. People run along the berm and look for a way to climb up and onto Brecksville. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) No time to waste, love. Filthy Topsiders are trying to board us. Bertrel draws a knife from a scabbard on his belt, holds Krystel and cuts her free from the brass post. CAPTAIN BERTREL (CONT'D) We have to get you properly mermaided if you're to be my wife. Bertrel picks up Krystel, begins to move away from the bow. A muffled shout sounds. Bertrel stops. Quiet. He starts again. Another muffled shout, closer. Bertrel sits Krystel against the angled starboard bulkhead. She moans and tries to open her eyes. DEREK (O.S.) Krys! You here? Krys? Krys? CAPTAIN BERTREL (whispers) The avenging angel! Come ahead, foolhardy Judas Topsider! Bertrel folds his arms and disappears. Derek appears from behind a jumble of storage lockers, wires, pipes and other debris broken loose by the cruiser's impact. He sees Krystel against the starboard bulkhead. DEREK KRYS! Oh God, you're all right. Krystel half-opens her eyes, shakes her head. Derek steps over the anchor chain and reaches her. KRYSTEL No... DEREK Please Krys, Oh God please forgive me! I'm okay now, everything is clear. KRYSTEL NO! DEREK Please trust me. You can trust me now, do you understand? KRYSTEL Cap... DEREK Is Tom here? Babe, where's Tom? KRYSTEL The cap... DEREK You were right about me, Krys, and I'll do anything to make it up... Krystel's eyes open wide. She looks up and over Derek. Derek stands and turns. He grunts, looks down. A knife protrudes from his stomach. The blade moves up by itself, then withdraws from his chest. Derek screams and falls away. Bertrel fades in above Derek. Blood from the knife drips onto Derek's face. Bertrel moves back towards Krystel. KRYSTEL You... You fucking bastard! The ship jumps back. Bertrel loses his balance, falls. The ship stops. Bertrel stands and advances upon Krystel. She moves to the forward hatch and looks back through it. CAPTAIN BERTREL That's a forty foot drop, love. Better come my way! Now! KRYSTEL FUCK YOU! Bertrel comes closer to her, a few feet away. DEREK BABE! MOVE! MOVE! Krystel looks behind Bertrel, who half-pivots. She dives from the hatch towards the starboard bulkhead. Bertrel turns completely around, then starts to take a step. Gripped by Derek, the wooden shaft that was used to knock out the forward hatch earlier hits Bertrel in his midsection. Bertrel flies backwards through the forward hatch. He screams all the way down. Derek drops the wooden shaft. He struggles to reach the forward hatch. Krystel helps him. They stumble forward. DEREK (CONT'D) Have to see... have to... Derek points forward. They trip and fall over debris. The couple finally reaches the hatch and both look down. Bertrel lies on the berm next to Tom, their faces inches apart. Bertrel's hair is white, his face wrinkled and aged. DEREK (CONT'D) Died... Out of water... Drydocked. You climb down now... Derek points to the anchor chain. KRYSTEL C'mon, we have to get you down to the hospital. Take my hand, hon. Emergency vehicles race across the marina parking lot. A construction crane with several EMTs in the carrier extends up towards Brecksville's main deck. USS Brecksville, her stern section now submerged, jumps back, but this time she doesn't stop. The cruiser slides rapidly towards the channel. Brecksville's bow slowly rises. Derek falls backwards. KRYSTEL (CONT'D) NO! Derek tumbles and bounces off various objects and disappears into the depths of the ship. Krystel holds onto the bottom edge of the forward hatch as it rises. She tries to climb onto it. The ship's angle is too steep and she slides backwards, towards a jumble of lockers. Water completely floods the interior of the forward hull. EXT. MARINA CHANNEL - CONTINUOUS Her bow straight up, Brecksville slides under the water. On the marina berm, emergency vehicles converge and stop. Several helicopters appear over the area. EXT. OCEAN BOTTOM - DARKNESS From the sunken Brecksville near the superstructure, a silvery figure, a 'Neather, emerges. The 'Neather moves around the ship and searches. He makes his way to the bow and looks through the forward hatch. Finally, the 'Neather leaves the wreck and walks out across the barren ocean floor. The 'Neather half-trots, looks side to side. It's Derek. He falls to his knees, then forward. He grabs handfuls of sand, then falls forward and grinds his face into the sea bottom. EXT. OCEAN BOTTOM - MURKY LIGHT Derek trudges onward. Ahead of him is the vast sea floor. A few fish swim past. He walks a few paces more and suddenly stops. Derek's face changes from anguish to puzzlement. He turns. He smiles wide, opens his arms and runs forward. INT. PRIVATE ROOM - MEDICAL CENTER - AFTERNOON From his bed, Tom watches CNN on the room television. A bandage covers his head. A sling holds his right arm. A cast encloses his left leg from hip to toe. CNN NEWSCASTER ...framed behind me, the odd spectacle of this majestic ocean liner missing her center smokestack. State and federal officials have thrown a news blackout over everything, but we can report that three people onboard Queen Georgina... KRYSTEL (V.O.) ...and if not for her dashing Navy SEAL Uncle Tom, this Kansas dish would be sleeping with the fishes. TOM Tiger! Oh God! Krystel stands in the open doorway to Tom's room. She walks in, using a cane. Her left calf is bandaged. KRYSTEL You big faker. Let's go home. TOM I'm for that. Hey, you're limping. KRYSTEL Only thirty-six stitches. Cut it getting out of that front hatch. TOM The captain... bastard... KRYSTEL Bertrel died and he didn't get back Underneath. Thanks to Derek. TOM Bertrel, drydocked. Oh God, that is the best news. Where... What room is Derek in? KRYSTEL He's still missing. Bertrel... got him, I think. Almost positive. TOM No. No no! Should've been me. Me! I'm the one fully trained... but I jeopardized him instead. My partner. Let down my partner... KRYSTEL You're actually a hero, Uncle T. You must have trained Derek pretty well. TOM They didn't find Ray? KRYSTEL Well no, I don't think so. Was he here? I thought you said Saint Louis? TOM He and his submarine crew intercepted the Brecksville. A nurse comes in. KRYSTEL Well, I'm going. TOM Where? KRYSTEL Hermosa Beach. I'm your nursemaid when they let you out. TOM Watch your six, Tiger. KRYSTEL You too. She kisses Tom's cheek. His eyes tear up as Krystel leaves. EXT. OCEAN BOTTOM - MURKY LIGHT The silvery figures of Ray, Derek and some crewmembers appear together. Behind them glows the USS Dorsalis. DEREK I've never felt more alone. I wanted to be dead. Really dead. RAY Our apologies. We had to abandon the area once Topsiders appeared. DEREK I tried to cry but I couldn't. Why can't I cry? RAY So sorry. DEREK Ray... Where's Krystel? RAY Topside. We came to periscope depth and watched them fly her away in a medical chopper. Derek falls to his knees and holds his face in his hands. DEREK Oh my God, thank God... When can we go back? RAY We have to go deep for at least a month to rejuvenate. That leaves plenty of time for you to show us exactly how you beat Bertrel. You'll learn how to project images. DEREK I'll never be able to. RAY You will. But first, I have the distinct honor to formally ask you, Sir Derek Garnett, to join the Underneath crew of USS Dorsalis. THE END.
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