 
((the screen begins with a shade of grayish white that is slightly tinted from the influence of clouds of smoke. The light surrounding dims as there is the sound of the clatter of a projector's reel beginning to activate. Upon the screen is a warning, of black letters against a yellow cream background and the clogged dirt between the frames of film, ready and holding only once. It reads boldly : " This is the property of the United States government, and any attempt to influence or gain information regarding this subject, its personnel, or any part of this event in question for the purposes of monetary gain, or for the transmission to or for the benefit of any foreign entity or power is tantamount to treason against the United States Military. Only those with accepted personal clearance or expressed permissions from those who have such clearance can be allowed to ascertain information about what is shown within this film." The slide changes to reveal a second passage of the warning: "For the purposes of national security and the protection of classified information, the names of those involved with this event are to be kept secret, and have been stricken from any formal record, as well as that of law and government reprisal." There is another slide showing a final message: "The events of this subject have been attempted by this film to be as genuine as possible to the events in question, while not attempting to violate the secrecy of this event, where the names and information about those involved would be revealed." There is a final slide, which reveals five seals, one that is of the United States Navy, two from the Office of the Judge Advocate General, one from the United States Marine Corps, and one from the Office of the United States War Department. The film is grainy and lasts on this particular screen for four and one half seconds, before finally cutting to black momentarily against a foreground of a few clouds of tobacco smoke, pluming in the air surrounding. The screen cuts to a yellow cream color once more, showing a heading in black text like before, though now reading in bold and only upper case letters: " OPERATION: FIRST DAY " hanging for only a moment, where a male voice of roughly 59 years of age, Caucasian begins to speak. He has an accent in a region in the United States of America lacking only a drawl.

Voice:((voice)) "This is the Operation known as 'First Day'. It was approved by the State Department two weeks ago." ((cut to close up to a pair of blue eyes staring towards the right of the shot, the image cast against his eyes that of the projector's screen)) "This particular one is no run of the mill operation. It's an experiment about physics." ((cut to projector screen, showing a man wearing military fatigues of the early 1940's United States Military, standing at ease before the camera. He is roughly 6'2" 179 lbs, and is Caucasian with cropped hair and is clean shaven. His uniform shows no rank, and the particular uniform indicates that he is affiliated with the United States Army. Behind him, is a brick wall, which we can assume is red brick though the film is in black and white.)) "What you are about to witness is part of what our experiment is about, and partly what you will be involved in." ((the projector's screen changes, to a side view of the wall resting with it in the center of the shot. It is roughly two feet thick, and is constructed to be free standing with no bearing of a load like a roof and is within a higher indoor structure not shown even by the top of the frame. From left to right, the same man previous is shown walking directly at the wall face first, and through it with ease like stepping through a doorway. He appears on the other side of the wall to the right of the shot, through brick and mortar and all, as the camera turns left to face the wall revealing on the left of the shot the wall is solid with no way through. The reaction off camera is mixed, though all the voices and audible reactions are those of men, and some as discernable.))

Voice #2: "Whoa."

((cut to close up of Caucasian man early thirties blonde hair and green eyes, with two yellow bars indicating the rank of Captain looking past the shot towards the right. He is seated and behind and around him are the silhouettes of many other men, and the clouds of tobacco smoke all around them.))

Blonde Man : "Oh wow." ((those out of focus behind him are also all wearing clothing indicating an era of the 1940's United States America, the particular branch that of the United States Navy. Some are also muttering and are indecipherable in their responses))

Voice:((of speaker)) "I see what you're saying out there, but there was no trick photography. In fact on the first run the man walked straight out into the grass yard outside, right through the other wall too." ((the man blinks in astonishment, smirking slightly)) "It was on the experiment's second run that this was filmed solely for information purposes." ((cut to the projector's screen close up, showing words in black and only upper case reading ' BRIEFING ' )) "Now this is how it works," ((pausing as the sound of shuffling paper occurs from off camera, as the Voice also clears his throat)) "You'll have to just bear with me because some egghead wrote this." ((there are some chuckles, as the image on the screen changes to what appears to be a cylinder roughly 7 feet tall and 3 feet wide. It has numerous valve openings and appears to have electrical relays at one of the points to the lower frame of the projector, and has four horizontal tubes roughly 6 feet by 3 feet running from its base outwards and flat upon the base of the vertical cylinder. The relay appears according to the drawing's phrasing to with, for, or perhaps even against a generator that amplifies electricity in a way of AOFZ . The valve opening 4 larger open conduits that stem outwards with large couplings to smaller circles upon the floor, that serve as the AOF7Z . What appears to be at the tip of the tube is a large circle, that serves as a 'lens' according to the wording upon the slide. This 'lens' is pointed to the right of the shot.)) "The polarized charge of the nucleus of the shorter device, allows for the passage of any body of matter to pass through any other body of matter unobstructed." ((the slide changes showing a light being emitted from the top circle, in a straight and level horizontal line to the left of the shot)) "It is with this method of movement that any method of transit is possible from a point to another point by removing a 'passage of matter' as he calls it. There will be a moment of pause followed by a direct line for the passage to continue and allow for the only body of matter to move without being stopped." ((cut to a close up of a man with a mustache, in beige United States Navy attire of the era. He is Caucasian, and is smoking a wooden pipe in his right hand, and has brown eyes and black cropped hair. His rank appears to be one yellow bar, indicating the rank of 2nd Lieutenant)) "Now what does this mean for you, well - " ((cut to close up of another man in beige United States Navy attire, Caucasian with white trimmed hair, clean shaven and blue eyes, and has two silver bars upon his collar indicating the rank of Captain. He stares past the shot, focused)) "It is your responsibility to test this device on the water. The brass decided to do this to see if we can move an entire boat to one side of the world and then the other, traveling through - "((the sound of the shuffled papers being examined once more)) " - through a dimension of matter . " ((he pauses then continues, as the features of the Captain display a more incredulous expression)) "If we can do that, we can move anywhere, and faster than normal. By jove could move from one end of the earth then the other and the Japanese wouldn't come back either." ((cut to close up of a Caucasian man with Jet Black hair, clean shaven, roughly 29 years old and holding the rank of a single silver bar. He stares past the shot with his hands off camera, amazement on his features, a pillar of smoke rising from one indicating a lit cigarette)) "A straight shot across the United States to the Pacific, 19 miles off the coast of Pearl, and back again to your starting point, 9 miles off the coast of New Jersey. We move fast, and we get the entire fleet to do it too. Why it's called First Day. First Day win. Not a chance they can come back from this." ((cut to a close up of a Caucasian man, clean shaven with blue eyes and blonde hair, roughly 30 years old whose rank indicates that of Lt. Commander.)) "It is the duty of you and your crew, to assist the four scientists who will accompany you aboard with the experiment. They're not really brass per say and from what they wrote I can tell they're a little bit more than a handful. It is of the utmost secrecy that you are being told of this experiment, and it is your duty to keep it a secret. In fact the office of the United States military has secured your names as unmentionable, and even stricken from law." ((cut to close up of Captain with white hair, focused still)) "That also means that even your crew will not be told what the larger device is for, or the smaller ones. To some it just looks like a cannon, or a large weapon." ((pausing, the shuffling of papers once more off camera, as though the speaker is placing a packet behind him)) "Are there any questions?" ((Captain with white hair raises his right hand)) "Yes?"

Captain:((lowering hand)) "You say we're traveling through an entire dimension of matter. Does this mean we're going to be..." ((pausing, shrugging his hands outwards)) "Energy?"

Voice:((voice))((clearing throat)) "Yes." ((the Captain seems somewhat put off by the flat response, as another hand off camera is raised)) "Yes you?"((cut to close up of a Lieutenant Caucasian with blonde hair and green eyes, roughly 27 years old and 179 lbs, holding an unfiltered lit cigarette))

LT :((lowering hand))"When do we leave?" ((cut to a close up of the 2nd officer, the one holding the wooden pipe who chuckles))

2nd officer : "Hot date?" ((there are laughs around him, cutting back to quiet as the Voice responds))

Voice:((voice)) "It will be in two days. I'd like you to understand one more time, that this is secret, and the date of the experiment is a secret as well." ((cut to the Lt. Commander who is seated, staring out past the shot with an incredulous expression)) "You are to remain on base until the date is given and then you are to report aboard your assigned vessels. Dismissed." ((cut to black and hangs for a period of four seconds, then cuts to the exterior of a vessel docked along the port side, its aft shown and with that displaying the flag of the United States of America, as well as a large tow winch connected to the deck. There are the sounds off shore of a large ship's bellow, and the sporadic cries of seagulls))

((cut to dock along side ship, several men dressed in the garb of the United States Navy of the era, all in light blue shirts and darker slacks, numbering roughly 12 stand alongside a large bundle of goods contained in crates, webbed in hemp rope, connected to a long thick strand as it becomes unbound, giving slack as the cargo travels up along with the shot. The camera follows the bundle, as a whistle can be heard from the base of the shot, the large cache moving with the air of a nearby crane, the main support of the bundle secured by a larger metal cable. It glides inward of the shot and is being lifted onto the deck of a ship in the foreground.))

((cut to close up, the crane's cockpit, the pilot shrouded in shadow of the metal pillars and the sun's direction, as the crane moves to the left of the shot))

((cut to close up the back of two sailors on the dock facing towards the large gray hull that dominates the foreground))

((cut to overhead view, skew facing down left, hovering aboard the deck of the ship facing the dock below. There is a single sailor aboard the deck of the ship, leaning over the rail and glancing downwards, wearing a white sailor's uniform, his back towards the shot. Below are the two sailors, one of whom yells with his hands cupped over his mouth))

Sailor:((African American, roughly 29 years old and the rank of Corporal New Jersey accent)) "So you guys goin' fishin'?"

Sailor #2: ((cut to close up, standing to the right of the shot beside sailor, African American roughly 32 years old, rank of sergeant, Georgia accent, skew shot to the right of shot, giggling, cups right hand and yells up towards upper right corner of frame)) "Yeah what is all that? Shark bait?" ((cut to close up facing towards the upper deck of the vessel from the dock between both the sailors and their shoulders, showing the sailor aboard the deck of the ship, Caucasian with black hair roughly 22 years old, and the rank of private, with a Kentucky accent))

Private:((yelling down towards shot)) "Yeah we're goin fishin' all right! For Nazis! " ((cut to previous both exchanging laughs looking back up towards the deck of the ship to the right of the shot, Sailor yelling, hands cupped))

Sailor: "Hey! You can't catch Nazis in the water!" ((cut to close up of Private, eyeing down past the lower part of the frame, as the two Sailors on the dock howl in laughter. He stands, getting angrier at being mocked))

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Yeah they're all in Germany numbnuts!"

Sailor:((voice)) "All you're gonna catch are crabs anyway!" ((Private looks pissy, shaking his head and not being baited by their trawling, as the two continue to laugh off camera))

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Yeah! A bad case of 'em!" ((both start shrieking in laughter more as the Private waves his hand backwards at them, brushing them off with the air and leaning back holding the rail, then back down again at them off camera, looming))

Private: "Yeah yeah. What we got up here is a weapon!"

Sailor #2:((cut to close up of the two smiling but not laughing)) "Yeah? You gonna throw a fish at 'em?" ((both chuckle))

Private((cut to previous, Private leaning over the rail, shaking his hand with his palm flat, and shaking his head)) "Nah nah nah. What we got up here is gonna fuck those JRZ back to the stoneage!"

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Yeah?"

Private:((gripping the deck railing with both hands, looming back down excitedly)) "Yeah!" ((he makes a gesture of a fist and a complete fore arm up to the elbow of his right arm, indicative of a penetration sexually)) "Right up Hitler's arse!"

Sailor:((voice)) "Must be a biiiig fish!" ((both start laughing again, Private reacts coldly gripping the rail with both hands again, looking down towards them angrily))

Sailor: #2:((voice)) "Yeah whadaya got a whale up there?" ((both begin to howl again, as the Private waves them off and begins to walk away to the right of the shot to the aft of the vessel, the bow to the left of the shot))

Private:((waving them off)) "Yeah yeah laugh it off! Laugh it off!" ((the shot hangs steadily bobbing with the ship slightly, until another sailor who is roughly 19 years old with blonde hair, Caucasian, the rank of Private First Class, enters the shot from the right of the shot. The camera overtakes the railing, and follows him, tracing his path from behind as he walks the deck, then turning to the right into an open hatch doorway oval in shape, with a metal door and wheel locking mechanism))

((cut to the interior of the vessel, a small hatch doorway, oval in shape like the previous, the walls surrounding a flat metal gray. Facing the shot and emerging from within the doorway, a small set of metal stairs behind, is Private First Class, who stands roughly 5'9" weighing 127 lbs, and looks roughly 27 years old. He is Caucasian with blonde hair and blue eyes, and is clean shaven. He stands upright at the shot and speaks))

Private First Class: "Sir?" ((cut to close up of three beige uniformed men, all officers, behind them an enclosed room with windows at three sides, left , right, and forward. This is the bridge behind them, and the three turn to face the shot almost in unison. Standing center and having been seen previously, is the Captain with white hair, who is flanked at left of shot by the name who had been smoking a pipe with black cropped hair and a mustache who holds the rank of 2nd LT . To the right of the shot is the one identified as LT . All three face the shot, the bow through a long horizontal window behind them. Behind them also are three crewman, with one standing facing the horizontal window gazing through a pair of binoculars. The three officers seem in good spirits, as they are not glaring at the shot or showing any sign of apprehension or malevolence)) "We're almost finished putting it together."

Captain:((addressing shot)) "How much longer?"

Private First Class:((voice)) "About twenty minutes." ((cut to previous, close up of Private First Class addressing shot, though staring past shot, skew right)) "We'd have been ready sooner though - " ((raising eyebrows)) "Mr. Stevens as he prefers, wanted to check the charge twice." ((cut to previous of the Captain and the other two officers, LT looking in the direction of the Captain standing center, his eyebrows raised)) "Said it was different than just hooking it up on land."

Captain:((nodding)) "Fine." ((cut to previous Private First Class standing at ease)) "I'd prefer over radio next time so there's not so much running around."

Private First Class: "I'm sorry sir, I was specifically told to tell you in person." ((cut to previous, 2nd LT turning away from the shot, eyebrows raised as well. LT looks towards the shot sympathetically, while the Captain seems to want to as well)) "Mr. Stevens was quite adamant about ensuring that the loudspeaker was not used for any reason about my - " ((pausing, then clearing throat))((cut to previous, Private First Class, demeanor weary)) " - his experiment sir."

Captain:((voice)) "He's probably just worried about keeping it a secret." ((cut to close up of Captain, turning to his right, addressing LT who stands off camera)) "Just a precautionary measure in case anyone hears." ((he turns back to the shot, addressing Private First Class off camera and to the skew left)) "I'll be awaiting his instruction to leave port." ((cut to Private First Class, still at ease though focused looking past shot skew right)) "When you're finished let me know."

Private First Class:((nodding)) "Yes sir." ((he turns to leave the shot, as the Captain speaks more))

Captain:((voice)) "Very strange day." ((cut to close up Captain, facing out to left of shot)) "Look at the waves, it's like we don't even need to be here." ((cut to Captain P.O.V. showing starboard of the vessel from the bridge's view, another horizontal window though framed at three parts towards the left of the shot in the direction of the bow. Standing at attention is a focused sailor at ease, who stares past the shot skew to the right of the shot as the camera is fixed center.)) "Rough seas don't do anything but make things worse." ((cut to previous, Captain troubled expression, grimacing to the left still)) "It's like we're not even supposed to be out there today." ((shakes head uneasily)) "We'll just have to make the best of it."

LT :((voice)) "We usually do Captain." ((the shot cuts to black, as there is the sound of water lapping against metal, and a muffled voice, speaking English and with an accent from the state of Nebraska))

Voice:((voice))((African American)) "And here we have another fun assignment." ((there is the sound of a metal latch being uncoupled, along with the sound of slightly creaking metal hinges turning, revealing a circular opening pitting light into the darkness from exterior. It is a small circular hatch, as the silhouette of a man, followed by two more on either side can be seen pitching shadows into the shot)) "Checking the levels of water for the hull to balance." ((cut to close up of one of them, a Hispanic man with black hair, brown eyes, and some stubble upon his face, staring down to the lower right of the shot. He wears a United States Navy uniform of the rank of Sailor, white with blue trim)) "See this ship is over twenty tons. Without a way to make the ship more buoyant, we'd sink like a stone." ((he makes a confused expression))

Hispanic Man: "So we can sit higher?"

African American Man: ((formerly Voice))((voice)) "That's right." ((his voice sounds like he is exerting effort)) "See the levels in there on the side?" ((cut to the interior of the small opening, the light from the opening reflected against the water's surface within. On the side of the interior of the small chamber there are three lines, horizontal, one atop the other, and all the color yellow.)) "The high one means we have a problem, and it usually isn't a good sign. The middle one is good because it means we're at the right ballast and we sit right on the waves. We need that in order to tow."

Hispanic Man:((voice)) "Like a boat?"

African American Man:((voice)) "Yeah that's what we do. The low one is bad news if we're towing anything too. Could lead to us capsizing." ((his right hand enters the shot, pointing towards the highest horizontal yellow line)) "The high line we're going to sink - " ((his hand shifts to the lowest horizontal yellow line)) " - and the low line we're going to capsize." ((the shot pans over left to reveal the African American Man leaning into the shot from the left, his right hand pulling back from the shot lower than the frame. He kneels, his upper torso and head gazing into the chamber, the light from water rippling against the sides in uneven stripes))

Hispanic Man:((voice)) "So is that normal?"

African American Man:((puzzled)) "Hmm?" turning to left, then back to the chamber, cracking a smile.)) "Oh him." ((the shot pans to back within the chamber, revealing the surface of the water, and with it a small jellyfish, and four small fish swimming comfortably within the water. The jellyfish is roughly the size of a baseball, while the fish are a small school, that of the colors blue and silver.)) "Oh yeah that happens." ((cut to close up of Hispanic Man, bewildered, an expression reserved for one who had never seen a jellyfish that up close before)) "We take in water from the ocean and all that comes with it. One time there was a turtle in there and we had to stop and get him out. That was about four years ago."

Hispanic Man: "You've been on this ship that long?"

African American Man:((voice)) "Six years this August." ((cut to close up, still gazing to the right of the shot in the direction of the jellyfish off camera)) "Been all over too. Favorite place was off of Madagascar. Sight to see." ((another man, the third begins to speak.))

Man:((voice)) "I've been here about four months. Never a dull moment though." ((African American Man smirks towards the jellyfish)) "Where are you from anyway?"

Hispanic Man:((voice))((cut to jellyfish up close, bobbing up and down in the contained water)) "New York City. You?"

Man:((cut to close up, standing facing to the left of the shot. He is roughly 32 years old, with black hair and brown eyes and stands about 6')) "Detroit. It's way different on the water, and I remember the lakes."

Hispanic Man:((voice)) "What about you?"

African American Man:((Man turns to the right of the shot and down)) "Oh I'm from Omaha. Different out here on the water." ((cut to close up of the jellyfish, still floating near the surface, tendrils dangling into the depth below)) "Never see somethin' like him back home." ((there is the sound of the chamber door closing, preceded by the sound of the African American Man rising to his feet, the light from the exterior removed as the shot is pitched in black.))((cut to close up facing the small circular hatch being closed by the African American Man, flanked on either side by Man and Hispanic Man to the right of the shot)) "So if you need to check the levels make sure you do it with someone else with you."((cut to close up of Hispanic Man, looking to the right of the shot)) "Never go alone, no matter what your duty is on this ship." ((cut to close up of African American man, the chamber to his left, with Man behind him over his right shoulder, both facing towards the shot at Hispanic Man behind the shot)) "Unless it's the bathroom, but if you're on duty, let someone know."

Hispanic Man:((voice)) "Alright, I thought I'd get in trouble for that kind of thing."

Man:((shaking head)) "The Eldridge isn't really like that. Destroyers, cruisers, they're all on edge. Here, we can relax a little." ((cut to Hispanic Man close up)) "Jap and Jerry don't want to attack us outright. You'd be surprised how many ships we've towed that were actually our enemy." ((cut to close up of Man, looking to left of shot)) "Yessir everybody needs a lil' help now and then."

Hispanic Man:((voice)) "Even Japs?"

African American Man:((voice)) "Everybody." ((cut to close up of African American Man, still looking past shot towards Hispanic Man to the skew left of shot)) "We have a strict ask questions first policy here. Unless they're on the boat." ((cut to an open pressure door, oval like the others found aboard. The doorway leads into the room with the chamber of water. African American Man leads them out of the room, while Hispanic Man follows with Man behind him. All three exit the room, and African American Man leads them to the right of the shot)) "Then they better pray they don't run into the leathers." ((the shot begins to pan up through the surface of the ceiling)) "Angrier than a junkyard without a dog." ((the shot fully rises and then travels to the left, showing piping between the ceiling and the floor of the room above, where the sound of a record player and its music can be heard. It is a song featuring a young woman, accompanied by Tommy Dorsey. The shot rises slowly, revealing the legs of bunk beds, along with sets of boots and legs that all seem to be seated, all the color dark brown. There are four seated, with one standing to the right far off in the shot, while another's hand can be seen ashing a filter-less cigarette into a small metal cup that rests upon the floor. The sound of a small cooking stove can be heard spitting and bubbling as a man speaks))

Man:((voice that has a Bronx accent)) "So what is it?" ((cut to close up, looking into a pot, the thick broth within brown and gurgling at the shot)) "Is it good? Can I eat it?"

Man #2:((voice that has a Milwaukee accent)) "Why do you think you'd eat anything good?" ((cut to close up to the top of the lowest bunk, unoccupied, except for a wool blanket and a small pile of fourteen pennies and one quarter))

Man:((voice)) "You don't know what good is. I know what good is."

Man #3:((voice of a Tulsa accent)) "I know what good isn't, and that's you playing this game."

Man #4:((cut to close up, dark brown hair, blue eyes, New Jersey accent and roughly 18 years old. He is holding five cards, the backs of the cards the color blue towards the shot, obscuring his upper torso as he gazes to the right of the shot)) "Why don't we play for cigarettes. I need a cigarette."

Man #2:((voice)) "This isn't the Army kid. We play for money here." ((cut to close up of a man lying on his back in one of the lowest bunks, his right hand over the side haphazardly ashing into the metal cup, flakes of the cigarette ash around as his eyes remain fixed upon the pages of a comic book he is holding with his left hand. It is labeled as 'Superman' and is issue number twenty two, the shot skew to the right. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and is roughly 37 years old.))

Man #4:((voice)) "Well gimmie a cigarette come on."

Man #2:((voice)) "No." ((cut to close up of the comic book's page, P.O.V. Man lying on his back, showing Superman as the form of Clark Kent, seated at a table looking down at a piece of paper, the pages colored)) "Ask him."

Man #4:((voice, pauses then speaks)) "But he's readin'." ((cut to close up of Man in the bunk, skew right of shot close up, deep in thought at the page and the picture, his right hand enters the shot with the lit unfiltered cigarette, and takes it to his lips taking a deep drag)) "I don't wanna bother. Gimmie yours." ((he exhales past the pages, his thoughts undeterred by the others))

Man #2:((voice)) "No. Too bad."

Man #5:((Man in the bunk, holding the comic)) "Why is he readin' in a comic book?"

Man #2:((voice)) "What?"

Man #5: "Kent." ((cut to Man #2 close up, curly brown hair, brown eyes, Caucasian, roughly 28 years old holding cards to himself)) "He's reading in a comic book."

Man #3:((voice)) "So what?"

Man #5:((voice)) "I just look at it, and I don't know what to say." ((cut to close up previous, the surrounding shot smoky, as he stares blankly and angrily towards the comic off camera)) "It's like he's not supposed to be doing that."

Man #2:((voice)) "Don't bring up A here ." ((he looks past the shot, vexed expression)) "For my sake huh? We're playin' cards here."

Man #3:((voice)) "Just don't talk about that." ((Man #5's eyes dart to the left of the shot towards his voice, his expression remains the same))

Man #6:((voice, in a Georgia accent)) "Don't talk about that while I'm cooking." ((Man #5's eyes fly to the shot's right now in the direction of the gurgling pot and its chef))

Man:((voice)) "I didn't say anything."

Man #4:((voice)) "What do you mean like AOF7 ?" ((Man #5's eyes widen as his eyes blare to the left of the shot))

Man #3:((voice)) "Oh boy."

Man:((voice)) "Here we go again." ((cut to close up facing towards left of shot, grimacing seated along the bed of one of the lowest bunks))

Man #4:((voice)) "What? What it's like when you D right?" ((cut to close up of Man #5 looking to the left of shot frozen, murderous gaze holding a the lit cigarette close to his lips, a long hook of ash protruding from it. The comic is still in his left hand)) "To AOFF7 " ((pauses, the room silent aside from the pot and the record spinning and crackling)) "What?"

Man #3:((voice)) "Listen kid." ((cut to close up of Man #3 seated facing the shot, 5 cards in his left hand, holding up his right. He is roughly 28 years old, blonde hair short and combed with oil, clean shaven grizzle with blue eyes, roughly 192 lbs.)) "You can't do that, alright? It will never work. It goes bad like AAB . Alright?" ((cut to close up of Man #4 looking to right of shot, like he had offended everyone)) "Don't do that, he's wrong alright?" ((cut to close up of Man #5 looking past shot, rigid and mad)) "Just forget that part of the basic."

Man #5: "What are you talking about?" ((cut to close up of Man #3, trying not to stand up, yet very unsettled, staring off past shot, then turning towards shot)) "You can't even say I'm wrong."

Man #3:((shakes head)) "You aren't wrong." ((cut to close up of Man #5 staring blankly past the shot to the left of shot)) "You're just doing it wrong."

Man #5:((visibly annoyed)) "What do you mean?"

Man #2:((voice)) "Come on. Just don't." ((Man #5 leans up in bunk, a little offended in his demeanor)) "Fellas just don't."

Man:((voice)) "Calm down please don't do that." ((Man #5 reacts towards further left of shot, then past shot towards Man #3 once more))

Man #5: "No I just want to know what he's saying." ((cut to close up of Man #3 looking to right of shot, trying not to react.)) "You said I'm wrong, well why?"

Man #3:((looks at his cards, sighs, then addresses past the shot to shot's right)) "You can't A and do things. Like, to just MAKKE things? It won't work." ((cut to close up of Man #2 looking down at his cards, then past the shot to left)) "It just does something, and it's bad. You make it bad." ((cut to close up of Man #5 disgruntled)) "It will go bad because it's BAD ((spelling the letters aloud)) , like bad, like the letters BAD . It ends with D . It means something and it will go wrong."

Man #5: "How and where?"

Man #3:((voice)) "On radio."

Man:((voice)) "Bullshit." ((Man #5 reacts, looking furthest left of shot))

Man #3:((voice)) "No, it will."

Man:((voice))((agitated)) "No it won't."

Man #2:((voice)) "No!"

Man #3:((cut to close up, facing towards right of shot, laying down his hand face up and then addressing past the shot)) "It can't be done at all. It doesn't work that way."

Man:((voice)) "Did you fold?"

Man #3:((voice raised, not turning towards him)) "No." ((cut to Man #5 gritting teeth towards left of shot, still lying on back in bunk)) "And that won't work and it won't work anymore!"

Man #4:((voice)) "What?"

Man:((voice))((muttering)) "Here we go."

Man #2:((voice)) "Just stop please."

Man #5:((angry)) "So if I A I can't D ?" ((cut to previous, Man #3 shaking his head towards right of shot)) "Is that what you're saying?" ((still shaking his head in disagreement)) "What? What is you problem?"

Man #3: "You did A , you can't do it again!"

Man #5:((voice)) "No."

Man #3:((getting angrier)) "Yes!" ((cut to close up Man #5 angrily glaring at the shot)) "You called A , you did A , you can't do it again! It changed to something else when you did it more than once! That's not how you do it, it broke that's all!"

Man #5:((at shot)) "No!"

Man #3:((voice)) "Yes!" ((cut to close up of Man #4 looking down towards lowest part of frame, still holding cards)) "You did A once, that's the only time you can A ! Just once!"

Man #4:((squinting)) "Why do I not know what you're talking about?" ((looking in the direction of Man #3))

Man #3:((voice)) "Ok listen, and I'm going to say this once, - " ((Man #4 looks focused and intimidated)) " - don't do it." ((Man #4 blinks))((cut to close up of Man #3 addressing shot, Man #6's back in the background, still standing before the burner and pot)) "It doesn't work. What you do, is you create a B which is a problem, because you're not supposed to do that. Alright? It makes it look like something like a camera picture, but you don't see it, you can read it with the AOF7 , the electrical response." ((grimaces))((cut to close up previous Man #4 silent and responsive)) "When you look at an electrical line on the ground, it moves, and when it moves, it means things like words."

Man #5:((voice)) "Sparks too don't forget that." ((Man #4's eyes begin to trace the voices of the other men, moving in their directions each time one speaks, while still and holding his hand))

Man #2:((voice)) "The way it smells too." ((Man #4 mouths the word 'Smells', adding a face of disbelief))

Man #5:((voice)) "Someone tried to make it rain too." ((cut to close up of Man #3 looking upwards in silent repose, patient)) "Things like that kid. The future. Where we don't even do anything, we just use an electric line to do it for us. Even stories and cartoons like Disney does."

Man #4:((voice)) "You're serious?" ((Man #3 shaking head))

Man #3: "No!" ((at shot))

Man #5:((voice)) "Yes!"

Man #2:((voice)) "What do you mean no?"

Man #6:((cut to close up looking down towards lower frame, the steam from the pot rising from the lower frame as well)) "Almost done."

Man #3:((voice)) "No! It doesn't work that way!" ((Man #6 shaking his head, smiling))((cut to close up of Man #3 looking towards left of shot, towards Man #5, while the cooking continues behind him))

Man #5:((voice)) "It doesn't because I saw it!"

Man #3: "You saw what exactly?"

Man #5:((voice)) "I saw DHLD ." ((Man #3 pauses, looking towards him silently, expression unchanged)) "That means I don't A ." ((cut to close up of Man #5 raising his voice in furious defiance)) "That means I didn't D , and I can A all the time!"

Man #4:((voice)) "Ok, who said if I A then I D ?" ((Man #5 looks towards him with wild eyes, nervous at the statement, shaking his head negatively))

Man #5: "Don't do that." ((cut to close up of Man #4 looking past the shot towards the left nervously)) "Don't ever do that."

Man #4:((squinting)) "What?"

Man #3:((voice)) "Kid look." ((Man #4 looks back towards the left of the shot towards Man #3 across from him off camera)) "Alright? Listen." ((cut to close up of Man #3 addressing shot)) "It's never going to A alright? Because you A to begin with just to look at things." ((cut to close up of Man #5 shaking his head in disagreement)) "It's when you A afterwards for any reason it never works well. You can't do anything like make things after you A ."

Man #5:((insatiable)) "No!"

Man #3:((voice, angrier)) "Yes!"

Man #5:((bluntly, at the shot)) "Then how did they make things after looking for A ? All the different things that I saw, that I know you saw." ((cut to close up of Man #3 looking past shot towards the right of shot)) "How is it that I can do makes where I make pictures and can write a telegram, while looking at what other people do?" ((cut to close up of Man #2 looking at his cards very discomforted)) "It just doesn't make any sense why you think you can't A and then do something afterward. It just doesn't add up. I A 'd to look, and I can A again to do something! You're wrong!"

Man #3:((voice)) "No I'm not wrong." ((Man #2 closing eyes))

Man #5:((screaming)) "Yes you are!"

Man #4:((cut to close up holding cards, looking down then back up addressing Man #3 seated across from his behind shot)) "Do you think I shouldn't do A because there's only one?"

Man:((voice)) "What?"

Man #5:((voice)) "What do you mean one?"

Man #3:((voice)) "See? He gets it." ((Man #4 shakes head))

Man #4: "We have one line right? And that line is connected everywhere right? So are we all doing the same thing? Is it the same A ?"

Man #2:((voice)) "No."

Man #5:((voice)) "Yes."

Man #3:((voice)) "Yes it is, and you can't do A again and again over and over."

Man #5:((voice screaming again)) "No you can!" ((Man #4 shakes head and starts over))

Man #4: "No listen. What I mean is are we using the same A , to do anything?" ((cut to close up of Man #3 facing shot, while Man #6 continues to finishing up the cooking)) "To do makes or whatever you call them and send a message, and to look at things, is that the same A ?"

Man #3:((firmly)) "No."

Man #5:((voice, impatient)) "Yes." ((Man #3 looks very angrily to the left of the shot towards Man #5 ))

Man #4:((voice)) "See, now I don't get it."

Man #2:((cut to close up, facing towards left of shot skew and laying his hand down below the lower frame)) "Fold."

Man #3:((voice)) "Why?" ((Man #2 looks up past shot towards skew left))

Man #2: "I don't have the straight."

Man #3:((voice)) "No no, I mean him."

Man #5:((cut to close up, staring past shot, blankly and angrily still leaning up on the bunk)) "What?"

Man #3:((voice)) "What do you mean yes?"

Man #5:((direct and in a firm tone)) "It is the same A , that's why I can see what Disney says, what the pictures guys say, what anyone talks about over the boats." ((cut to close up of Man #3 shaking his head to the left of the shot)) "Even Calamity Jane and Wild Bill. Wyatt Earp too."

Man #3:((slowly and angrily)) "It doesn't mean it's the same A because you can see them. It's the same Z ."

Man #4:((voice)) "What?"

Man #6:((cut to up close smiling at shot, then turning about to the men playing poker, all seated along the lowest bunks and in small chairs)) "Soup's on." ((his back is to the shot, as the four playing cards rise up towards him)) "Good stuff right here."

Man #3: "Smells good." ((cut to Man #5 getting up out of his bunk groggily))

Man:((voice)) "Smellin' this for an hour I'm starvin'." ((the shot begins to pan to the right, to reveal a small ventilation shaft to the upper right of the shot and Man #5 's bunk))

Man #3:((voice)) "Me too." ((the shot begins to enter the vent slowly))

Man #4:((voice)) "What is it?" ((the shot panning inwards))

Man #2:((voice)) "It's good." ((the camera slides through the grate and begins to travel through a small shaft designed for ventilation)) "That's all you need."

Man #5:((voice growing distant))((chuckling)) "Well I need A ." ((there are loud and boisterous laughs followed by Man #3's cantankerous response))

Man #3:((voice)) "Yeah ok yeah."

Man #4:((voice almost muffled, as the camera continues to proceed through the duct along its floor)) "What does that even mean?" ((there are more laughs as the camera travels upwards through a vertical duct))

Man #5:((muffled)) "No I won't talk about it now." ((the camera curves downward after traveling vertically for two and a half seconds, then flattening out to reveal an opening at the end, which looks out upon the bow and its deck, as well as the railing which divides that from the open sea to starboard. The camera exits from duct, and glides across the main deck closer to the bow where there are four men shown looking towards a large vertical tube protruding from the deck. To port can be seen the Philadelphia Shipyard, and the camera turns to the right to reveal three men gazing at the work being conducted, their backs to the shot and towards the windows of the main bridge above them. Each is wearing light blue long sleeve shirts and dark slacks and white sailor's hats. One is heard speaking))

Male Sailor:((voice))(( African American, Milwaukee accent)) "That's it."

Male Sailor #2:((voice))(( Caucasian Houston Texas accent)) "What is it?" ((cut to close up of Male Sailor #2 looking past shot center, looking slightly upward. He is roughly 29 years old, scraggly beard, blue green eyes and brown blonde hair. He stands roughly 6'3" and wears the uniform of a Navy Crewman of the era of the 1940's.)) "Something like a weapon?"

Male Sailor:((voice)) "No something else."

Male Sailor #3:((voice, whispering))((Georgia accent, Caucasian, South Atlanta)) "It doesn't do anything like a weapon or like a gun." ((cut to close up of Male Sailor, African American, short black hair, brown eyes, roughly 29 years old, standing 6'2" and muscular build gazing past the shot. He wears blue coveralls of a crewman responsible for technical duties pertaining to the vessel's functions and operations)) "It doesn't even shoot."

Male Sailor: "What? What do you mean?"

Male Sailor #3:((voice, whispering)) "It's like - it's like a long light." ((Male Sailor squints past shot)) "Like a long tunnel, somethin' like that." ((cut to close up of Male Sailor #3, short blonde hair, blue eyes, Caucasian, wearing the blue crewman's uniform standing 5'8" and roughly 140 lbs, gazing past the shot)) "My friend saw it happen."

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "Yeah when?"

Male Sailor #3:((whispering)) "Just last night in the harbor." ((he looks to the right of the shot)) "They were pointing it out over the sky. Lasted like five minutes."

Male Sailor:((voice)) "No they weren't."

Male Sailor #3:((whispering, angrier)) "Yes they were!" ((cut to Male Sailor looking towards left of shot smirking)) "I know there were!" ((pauses)) "I heard they were - " (( Male Sailor breathes in and out calmly)) " - and my buddy didn't lie to me, they were shootin' something in the air. Like outta the blue. Just for fun."

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "You're lyin'."

Male Sailor #3:((voice))((whispering, now more hoarsely)) "No! They did it twice!" ((Male Sailor rolls his eyes, then looks past shot once more, smirk remains)) "One time at the sky, and another time four minutes later. They did it - " ((softer whisper)) " - they did it on purpose!"

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "For what?" ((Male Sailor about to sigh again))

Male Sailor #3:((voice, whispering)) "I don't know but look - " ((cut to close up of Male Sailor #2 looking to the left of the shot, disbelief though not jovial)) "The Army doesn't even know what it is, and their guys found it first, and they don't even know how it works."

Male Sailor #2: "How?"

Male Sailor #3:((hoarse whispering)) "What?" ((pause as Male Sailor #2 blinks)) "What do you mean?"

Male Sailor #2: "How did it work?"

Male Sailor #3:((whisper, and pauses)) "What are you talkin' about?"

Male Sailor:((cut to close up center shot, looking past shot)) "He's asking how WE know how it works."

Male Sailor #3:((whispering)) "Oh!" ((pauses)) "Uh I don't know."

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "No I mean how did you know how it works?"

Male Sailor #3:((whispering, as Male Sailor shakes his head smiling)) "Yeah ok listen, I know how it works, alright? He told me."

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "Who?"

Male Sailor #3:((whispering))((pause)) "The guy I told you, my buddy does ok?" ((Male Sailor rolls his eyes, then clamps them shut, still smiling)) "He told me it didn't work and they did somethin' to it. Like somethin' different and it broke." ((Male Sailor's eyes open, and dart to the left of shot, his expression not as jovial))

Male Sailor: "What do you mean it broke?"

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "Doesn't sound like it was working then." ((cut to Male Sailor #3 looking to the left of shot nervously, then back towards the right towards the other two off camera, to rule out his words were being heard by anyone but himself and the other two)) "How does it work if it doesn't work?" ((Male Sailor #3's teeth grit frustrated, but only for a moment))

Male Sailor #3:((whispering)) "It does - " ((growls low)) " - it works, ok?" ((cut to Male Sailor #2 looking to the left of shot, smiling)) "I know that sounds wrong, but it does work."

Male Sailor #2: "How does it work?"

Male Sailor #3:((whispering))((voice)) "I - " ((groans, as Male Sailor #2's smile continues to beam))

Male Sailor:((voice)) "It broke."

Male Sailor #2: "Now it didn't it works."

Man Sailor #3:((groans))

Male Sailor:((cut to close up, his eyes looking to the left of shot, serious expression)) "No, he said it broke, and they broke it." ((shakes head slightly)) "That doesn't mean it works."

Male Sailor #3:((whispering)) "Look, my buddy saw something, alright?" ((cut to Male Sailor #3 whispering hoarsely to the right of the shot)) "He saw something glowing, like \- " ((shaking his head, finding the words spoken by another that seemed incomprehensible)) "- running away glowing."

Male Sailor:((voice)) "What?"

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "What are you even talking about?" ((cut to Male Sailor close up, eyeing to the left of the shot, very estranged expression and eyes squinting in disbelief))

Male Sailor #3:((whispering)) "Like running, like a man running."

Male Sailor:((tone serious)) "What?"

Male Sailor #2:((voice, Male Sailor eyes to the right of shot)) "Like he was running away or he was running to something?"

Male Sailor #3:((whispering, as Male Sailor's eyes now dart back to the left of shot)) "It was like he was running away, that's all I know alright?"

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "Alright." ((Male Sailor still looking towards left, then he looks back past shot and there is silence))

((cut to close up of Male Sailor #3's face, turning to the right of the shot, then past the shot to the bow in the direction of the tube. He seems impatient and flustered, and turns towards to the left of shot once more, than back to the right of the shot))

Male Sailor #3:((hoarse whisper))((cut to Male Sailor standing taking a breath out, and then reacts)) "You know I said he didn't say anything other than that."

Male Sailor:((shaking head, calm)) "No you didn't." ((holding back a smirk))

Male Sailor #3:((hoarse whisper)) "What?"

Male Sailor: "That's not what you said. You said he didn't say anything."

Male Sailor #3:((hoarse whisper)) "What?!" ((Male Sailor begins to smile fully, his goading successful)) "Now I didn't!"

Male Sailor #2:((voice)) "No I heard him. You did." ((Male Sailor begins to laugh heartily))((cut to close up of Male Sailor #2 looking to left of shot smiling again))

Male Sailor #3:((hoarse whisper)) "Yeah ok, Yeah I get it ha ha yeah guys funny." ((Male Sailor can be heard laughing still as Male Sailor #2's smile grows)) "Yeah funny. Don't funny me, ok?"

Male Sailor:((voice)) "I won't." ((Male Sailor #2 begins to laugh, and can't hold back, as Male Sailor continues)) "But you said he said something."

Male Sailor #3:((hoarse whisper)) "That's right I did! I said I was - " ((cut to close up of Male Sailor #3 looking to right of the shot as the other two are howling now in laughter, he scowls)) "Yeah you don't even believe me fine. Fine you two fine. Just get over it alright? I don't care so what. Be that way." ((the shot begins to slowly rise up above Male Sailor #3 showing the center of the hull of the vessel, as the shot is rising to the level of a platform that overlooks the bow of the ship just beneath the main bridge.)) "Just be that way ok? Just don't even talk about it fine. I just won't." ((the shot continues to rise and is level with the platform, exposing a large gray cat prowling to the right of the shot)) "I won't talk about it."

Male Sailor:((still laughing))((voice)) "You didn't!"

Male Sailor #3:((hoarse whisper)) "No I did! I really - " ((there is more laughter, as the gray cat can be seen slinking around the corner of the upper deck)) "Yeah yeah I get it yeah buddy very funny." ((cut to close up of the Gray cat traveling from left to right of shot, camera keeping pace as Male Sailor #3 can be heard faintly)) "You won't be laughing when this goes wrong I promise you that." ((the Gray cat continues to move to the right of the shot, past two pairs of legs going the opposite way. Both are wearing beige pants of an officer's rank, and the cat continues to pass with no issue. A voice from one of them speaks))

Male Voice:((Milwaukee accent, Caucasian, gruff and 42 years old)) "Hey mouser, any friends today?"

Male Voice #2:((Milwaukee accent, Caucasian 43 years old, less gruff)) "Friends?" ((chuckles)) "More like enemies he eats." ((the Gray cat continues past the shot, focused as he passes the two))

((cut to an open doorway, the head of the gray cat peeking in through the side, shot stationary, the starboard side of the Eldridge shown in the background and the open sea behind that. He moves cautiously towards the shot, as the voices of the men are still audible))

Male Voice: "Best crewman I've got. Never cares, always eats his food, never runs."

Male Voice #2: "Never gripes." ((the Gray cat slowly climbs into the shot, walking at the camera and staring at it directly. As the Gray cat approaches the shot fully, the voices fade))

Male Voice: "That's the truth." ((the Gray cat is sniffing at the shot))

((cut to close up facing towards the Gray cat's back, as he is facing directly towards a wall that is pitched in light from the outdoors. His tail flicks quickly twice, and he is unmoved staring directly at the wall. There is the sound of a set of footsteps approaching, along with another. A man's voice speaks))

Crewman Sailor:((voice))((Kansas accent Caucasian, 29 years old))((whispering)) "Noodles! What is it?" ((the Gray Cat remains unmoved and continues to stare at the wall, and his tail flicks twice more)) "Noodles!" ((the footfalls grow closer, as the Gray cat called Noodles raises a left paw, and touches the metal wall of the corridor and then raises the other and begins to paw at the surface of the wall)) "What are you doing?" ((two shadows cross over Noodles from the right of the shot)) "What is it a mouse?" ((another voice of a man from Georgia, roughly 18 years old speaks))

Crewman Sailor #2:((voice)) "In that?"

Crewman Sailor:((voice)) "Yeah they get in there."

Crewman Sailor #2:((voice)) "It's solid isn't it?"

Crewman Sailor:((voice)) "No." ((cut to close up of Crewman Sailor #2, dark skinned Caucasian with shaved short brown hair and blue eyes, looking to the right of shot)) "It's not solid. In between is just space. The water goes in between to keep us buoyant."

Crewman Sailor #2: "Oh." ((lips pursed))

Crewman Sailor:((voice)) "Yeah this boat weighs 15 tons. We'd sink like a stone if we didn't have that."

Crewman Sailor #2:((confused)) "So how do the mice live in there if it's full of water?"

Crewman Sailor:((voice)) "It's not full of water. Not now anyway." ((Crewman Sailor walks into shot. He is Caucasian, 29 years old, short red hair, green eyes, roughly 119 lbs and turns to Crewman Sailor #2 as he passes to left of shot in front of him)) "Only if we go in a hurricane but that's never happened yet with me here." ((Crewman Sailor #2's eyes follow Crewman Sailor off camera))

Crewman Sailor #2: "How long have you been here?"

Crewman Sailor:((voice)) "2 years. Been weird, no combat, no shooting, or anything." ((cut to Crewman Sailor close up, a slim corridor behind him with several open oval pressure doors behind him, those of a military naval vessel. The hallway is the color slate gray blue, and there are pipes running along the ceiling)) "Pretty much the same as it's always been for me. We just go and help people that's all."

Crewman Sailor #2:((voice)) "Even Japs?" ((Crewman Sailor nods))

Crewman Sailor: "Well we're not really there 'cause it's a different ocean, but we have helped Germans." ((cut to previous close up of Crewman Sailor #2, surprised and a little disheartened expression)) "Italians. Spaniards sometimes."

Crewman Sailor #2:((dejected)) "You serious?"

Crewman Sailor:((voice))((pausing with a little bit a passion behind his words)) "You've gotta let go of that attitude, and I mean it." ((Crewman Sailor #2 looks troubled)) "Captain won't stand for it, and I mean that too. Different place here than the Navy you know. We help people here." ((Crewman Sailor #2 looking a little bit more sad)) "If we had doctors, we'd be a medical ship. We tow people that's all, but we do help people and it doesn't matter who they are. We don't care." ((Crewman Sailor #2 morphs from saddened to looking guilty)) "I helped a guy who was Ukranian get out of a boat one time just because it was sinking on him. I helped a guy who was navy in Russia get off a cruiser because it was going to sink. German one time and a French guy doesn't matter."((cut to Crewman Sailor close up, hands akimbo looking sternly at the shot)) "We're here to help people and we're supposed to do our job even if it's someone we're fighting. We're supposed to and we're not going to do anything but that. Understand?"

Crewman Sailor #2:((voice, glumly)) "Yeah."((Crewman Sailor looks towards shot a little bit more annoyed than before))

Crewman Sailor:((nodding off towards the corridor behind him)) "Come on, I'm going to show you the rest of it." ((cut to close up of Crewman Sailor #2)) "Your job's not big, but you'll have a lot of time to get anything you want done. A lot different than one of those cruisers or a carrier." ((there is the sound of approaching footsteps from the direction of Crewman Sailor from down the corridor)) "It's not bad, there's no combat, no reason to be on edge." ((cut to previous, now showing Private First Class, who has shown on the bridge earlier, entering shot from behind Crewman Sailor. He walks towards the shot and Crewman Sailor looking past shot and him while passing, and carries with in a small loop of electrical wire in his left hand))

Private First Class: "Excuse me." ((passing Crewman Sailor who watches him pass. Private First Class pauses his eyes towards the lower right now more elation and a slight gasp))((loud whisper)) "Noodles!" ((Crewman Sailor smirks)) "What do you see?" ((Private First Class begins to lean down to the lower right of shot))((cut to close up of Noodles the Cat, tail flicking staring towards the wall, as Private First Class kneels down from left of shot, the shoes of Crewman Sailor to the left of shot and Crewman Sailor #2 to the right of the shot facing towards each other. Private First Class pets Noodles with his right hand, still holding the electrical wire in his left)) "What's in there buddy? A rat?" ((he looks up towards the right of the shot)) "They get in there you know." ((cut to close up Crewman Sailor #2 looking downwards, eye wide with concern and alarm)) "A big one time." ((eyes wider, as Private First Class's voice gets far more coddling)) "He never got out did he eh Noodles?" ((Crewman Sailor #2 looks up towards the left of the shot, more disturbed than before))

Crewman Sailor:((voice)) "See? We've got plenty of problems here to solve." ((cut to shot facing Noodles close up, sniffing the camera, now facing towards the door leading towards the exterior where Noodles first entered)) "So let's go see what left that you have to learn."

Private First Class:((voice))((hand petting Noodles from right of shot)) "Oh you're new here. My name's Jason."

Crewman Sailor #2:((voice)) "I'm John. Nice to meet you."

Jason:((formerly Private First Class))((Noodles being petted, continues to sniff and paw at the shot)) "Well I've got to go. See you guys later." ((the sound of him rising from the right of the shot off camera, as Noodles continues to paw at the shot)) "See ya Noodles." ((a pair of shoes and dark slacks walk to the left of the shot, as Noodles the Cat continues to paw at the camera unevenly and frantically. The sound of the others' footsteps along the metal floor echoes in the other direction, as John's legs and feet leave the shot as well but to the right, wearing a similar uniform as Jason's))

John:((formerly Crewman Sailor #2))((voice)) "So what else do I have to remember about this ship?"

Crewman Sailor:((voice fainter, as the two continue to walk down the corridor off camera)) "Well mostly don't start trouble, and stay out of the mess hall unless you're supposed to be eating." ((the shot begins to pan to the right, in pursuit of Jason turning towards the doorway he exited into, and along a similar corridor that resembles the one he entered from, and also rises off wall. He is not far ahead as the shot remains stable watching him walk hurriedly with the electrical wire, another sailor passing him and entering a doorway to the left side of the hallway. There is a crackled meow from behind the shot, as the camera turns around 180 degrees, and looks down revealing Noodles the Cat, seated on the ground plating and looking up at the camera, tailing flicking to left then right of shot one apiece. The shot pauses for two seconds, then turn back to facing the direction of Jason, he is further down as the camera enters the hallway in pursuit, as he makes a left hand turn exiting the hallway, and traveling down and out of the shot, his footsteps descending, and implying a staircase leading to the left out of shot of the hallway. The camera continues to travel straight ahead towards the open sea shown through the open door, leading to the starboard side of the vessel. The camera continues out the door, briefly looking over the sea, and then veers right towards the stern of the ship, past a few crewmen walking past the shot towards the direction of the bow, opposite of the stern. In the distance, towards the very end of the stern's railing, can be heard four voices conversing, one leading a discussion. He is a crewman wearing blue coveralls and is roughly 42 years old, grayish blonde hair, greenish blue eyes, stands 6'3" and weighs 179 lbs. He is from Kansas City, Kansas.))

Kansas Man:((voice)) "And when you winch, you have to keep the ballast separate, and never let go of this lever." ((the camera approaches quickly at the group, two of them looking younger than 20 years old, facing towards Kansas Man, whose back is to the aft of the ship))((cut to close up of Kansas Man's hand, resting over the lever, the color blue and red resting horizontally along the deck)) "And I mean never. This'll really make things get out of whack and never stop reeling." ((the shot rises up to show the two younger men, one standing in blue overalls to the right of the shot, and one standing in a blue sailor's uniform to the left of the shot, both looking past the shot inquisitively. The one dressed as a sailor is 20 years old standing roughly 6'3", 178 lbs, Caucasian, grizzled jaw with black hair and blue eyes, while to the right of the shot is the man in the coveralls, Caucasian, roughly 22 years old, standing 6'1" with blue eyes and red hair, weighing 129 lbs. The other two are not shown)) "You'll never get it to stop and you'll have to cut bait."

Young Sailor:((Georgetown accent))((confused gaze)) "Cut....? " ((looking past shot confused))

Kansas Man:((voice)) "Like in fishing, where you can't catch a fish?" ((Young Sailor understand, but continues gazing. Young Sailor #2 does the same, standing to the right still)) "You gotta just cut the line and don't hold on. It'll break, it'll just snap." ((cut to Kansas Man close up, looking directly at the shot, pointing downwards off camera)) "The is actually the same thing, except the boat is the rod itself. You'll have to cut it. We'll get dragged under otherwise."

Young Sailor #2:((voice))((Delaware accent)) "Did that ever happen?"

Kansas Man:((nods)) "Just one time, where we were piloting a German boat." ((cut to previous, the two staring past the shot, focus and apprehension)) "Guy didn't do anything but reverse. Didn't do it on purpose he said." ((both exchange nervous glances)) "Had to cut the line at twenty feet, the aft almost went completely under. If we hadn't done it the ship probably would have sunk half way." ((cut to Kansas Man up close, looking past shot towards the others off camera)) "We can't even get close to this once it's submerged so you have to be here - " ((pointing down at the shot's base)) " - right here when we're doing towing and nowhere else, do you understand me?"

Young Sailor:((voice)) "Yes."

Young Sailor #2:((voice)) "I got it."

Kansas Man:((eyeing past shot)) "Ok." ((less stern, and stands less rigid)) "The rest is really simple, just don't pull the levers or mess around with the levers while we're towing or not. It's pretty simple." ((cut to previous to the other two, standing and looking past the shot towards the voice of Kansas Man)) "You never need to be anywhere but here. That's all."

Young Sailor:((raising right finger)) "What if there's no boat? Do we still just sit here?"

Kansas Man:((voice)) "No no no you have other duties like maintaining the engine, we went through that. Just don't be here when you're not supposed to be, but be here when you are."

Young Sailor #2:((raising right hand, confused)) "When are we supposed to be?"

Kansas Man:((voice)) "There will be a bell that strikes four times. You need to be here on the fourth." ((Young Sailor #2 nods, and is about to put his hand back down)) "That, or during a maneuver or a drill." ((he looks a little more confused, as does Young Sailor))((cut to close up of Kansas Man)) "Or during an actual attack, or an emergency." ((looking out past top of frame)) "Or an engine or electrical failure." ((pauses)) "Or a tropical storm or a typhoon." ((stares back towards the others off camera past shot, focused)) "Do you understand? Good."

Young Sailor #2:((voice)) "No." ((Kansas Man about to speak, interrupted looking at shot)) "I mean , I don't know now."

Kansas Man: "What?"

Young Sailor:((voice)) "Me neither." ((cut to close up of the two, looking past the shot))

Young Sailor #2: "Am I supposed to be anywhere except here?"

Young Sailor: "Yeah, because I don't get it either."

Kansas Man:((voice)): "No you're - " ((both squint at the shot)) " - yes you have to. You have to be here."

Young Sailor: "Ok."

Young Sailor #2: "No." ((Young Sailor looks towards him)) "When am I not supposed to be here?"

Young Sailor: "Yeah uh, me neither."

Kansas Man:((voice)) "Look, I'll say it once, you're not supposed to be here when it's snowing, or at night when it's raining." ((both slowly turn to exchange glances)) "Or at night during a lightning storm." ((cut to Kansas Man, serious expression)) "Or during fire exercise, or an attack of any kind." ((pauses, looks up)) "Wait." ((shakes head)) "No just during a live fire attack yeah." ((nodding)) "No." ((still has a stern expression, then smiling slightly))

Young Sailor #2:((voice)) "Look, are you leading me on?" ((Kansas Man shakes head still smiling))

Kansas Man: "Just don't be here when you're not allowed, ok?"

Young Sailor:((voice)) "When I'm not allowed?"

Young Sailor #2:((voice)) "What?" ((Kansas Man tries to hold back laughter and smiling broader))

Kansas Man:((about to speak))((cut to facing Young Sailor and Young Sailor #2 both looking past the shot bewildered)) "When there's a general order, when we're stopped, when we're taking on water." ((the shot begins to slide to the right, past the two who are standing idle on the deck listening to Kansas Man)) "When we're listening to orders aloud on the radio intercom, when we're at dock." ((both look nervous, then Young Sailor looks disgusted, as the shot continues to move right, and turns towards the port side of the ship along the deck, viewing the dock of the shipyard))

Young Sailor:((voice)) "This is a joke right?" ((Kansas Man begins to laugh, not able to hold back))

Young Sailor #2:((voice)) "Then I'm not supposed to be here?" ((Kansas Man's laughter continues)) "I'm not?" ((Kansas Man's laughter can barely be heard as the shot begins to travel towards the railing of the port side along the deck and twists towards the bow, reveals a young man dressed in blue sailor's garb of a light blue shirt and dark slacks, with a white hat smoking an unfiltered cigarette. Kansas Man can barely be audible as the shot remains fixed upon the young man. He is roughly 22 years old, black hair, blue eyes, roughly 5'9" and 136 lbs.))

Kansas Man:((voice))((faint and laughing)) "Just don't be here." ((the young man continues to smoke looking over the edge, and flicks the cigarette over the side, then turns towards the shot, as the camera passes him moving forward towards the bow. There is a voice that can be heard speaking over what sounds like an intercom, originating from aboard that speaks))

Intercom Voice:((muffled intercom)) "All hands this is your Captain, prepare to disembark. Man your stations and prepare to be launched." ((the camera begins to climb to the upper right of the frame along the gang plank floor above the shot where a hole with a megaphone's cone of an older design that resembles a phonograph horn is fastened and protruding from the wall. The camera twists facing the megaphone and continues to pan forward until the darkness of its center overtakes the shot)) "All hands this is your Captain, prepare to disembark." ((the shot hangs in darkness, and begins to pull out slowly, revealing the mouth of a man, and continues to pull backward to reveal his full mouth with a small horn, similar to the one shown, though attached to a wall with a small lever beneath. His voice is now perfectly audible and no longer muffled)) "Man your stations and prepare to be launched."

((cut to wide shot from the bow of the U.S.S. Eldridge, facing it along the water with the dock of the Philadelphia Shipyard to the right of the shot, expelling a loud whistle, deep.))

((cut to close up of a hawsepipe, a large dual pronged fitting along the deck of the vessel in the center shot, where seven hands and arms all of those wearing sailor's uniforms unwind and untie thick ropes fastened along the fitting.))

((cut to close up alongside the port bow, skew shot to the left of the shot as the shop U.S.S. Eldridge begins to glide out away from the shot towards the open sea.))

((cut to close up of the port side of the vessel along the railing passing from right to left of the shot. There are two sailors aboard the vessel standing looking out of the shot and the dock off camera. One is in their 30's, and the other is 20 and looks younger than 17. A voice crows from below the frame of Sailor #2 from the dock. He can be heard calling out to both of them))

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Hey!" ((both look down towards the lower frame as the vessel continues moving)) "Have fun with your fishin' shit!" ((he begins to howl in laughter, as the two sailors aboard exchange glances at each other, then look back down towards the dock once more inquisitively. Sailor's voice croons as well))

Sailor:((voice)) "Hey hey get me a shark!" ((their laugher continues as both the sailors aboard scowl down at them, the shot stationary for long enough for the ship to continue its passage from left to right of shot, carrying the two of them with.))

((cut to wide shot of the stern of the U.S.S. Eldridge, its name printed, carving through the water to the right of the shot, starboard, churning up a froth of blue green algae and white foam in its wake))

((cut to a close up of a large bug boat the color red and blue, skew shot to the right, pilling a taut line behind drawing from the boy, the large tow vessel. A voice can be heard speaking softly, intercut over the scene))

Voice:((New Jersey accent, Caucasian, though not a drawl)) "That's not the slightest bit strange to you?"

Voice #2:((California accent, Caucasian)) "What?"

((cut to close up to a man roughly 26 years old, wearing beige officer's clothes, black hair and blue eyes, 6'4" 199 lbs, looking out to the right of the shot, an enclosure surrounding him of the bridge))

Voice: "That we're towed out, and we're a tow ship?"

Voice: #2:((voice)) "I didn't say anything at all." ((Voice frowns, as the voice of another man can be heard who is that identified previously as LT ))

LT :((voice)) "Captain?" ((cut to close up of Captain, the older man with white hair, standing facing out towards the bow, the camera resting before him, as he stares past the shot towards its right. He turns slightly to the left of shot)) "We're are steady four knots due east."

Captain: "Thank you Lieutenant." ((he looks down towards the sound of a ticking device off camera, which we can safely say is a pocket watch)) "At half a mile out we'll disconnect from the tow."

LT :((voice)) "Aye sir."

Captain: "Jon?" ((cut to close up of 2nd officer, who is roughly 47 years old, Caucasian with an accent free of a drawl. He has grayish blonde hair, green eyes, standing roughly 6'3" and weighing 178 lbs. He is standing to Captain's left of shot turning to face the shot)) "Well start a drill following the departure of the tug." ((Jon nods)) "A normal attack just to say we're ready."

Jon:((nodding again in affirmation)) "Yes sir."

Captain:((voice)) "Lieutenant?" ((cut to close up of 1st Lieutenant with brown eyes and red hair, balding at the front. He stands 6'3" roughly 179 lbs and is clean shaven. He is wearing beige Navy officer's clothes, and sounds like he is from Connecticut.))

1st Lieutenant: "Sir?" ((behind him is the starboard side of the vessel, two Navy crewman shown in the foreground. One is seated, the other is facing out over the sea.))

Captain:((voice)) "Begin preparations for the drill." ((cut to Captain close up, facing towards left of shot, focused)) "Complete the checklist and report back to me before we begin."

1st Lieutenant:((voice)) "Yes sir."

Captain: "Signal escort as well following the rug's departure. Inform them we'll be committing to a drill and to stand by."

1st Lieutenant:((voice)) "Yes sir."

((cut to close up to facing out over the bow of the U.S.S. Eldridge where twelve men, all dressed in blue shirts and dark slacks begin to uncouple and unwrap a long strand of rope connected to the bow and traveling to the starboard side of the shot off camera, not taut and with slack. The rope is incredibly thick and heavy, as the twelve lift, four groaning loudly, and begin to carry its end towards the starboard side of shot, in the direction of the starboard bow.))

((cut to alongside the starboard bow of the U.S.S. Eldridge, from the surface of the tub where seven men dressed similarly await, facing the deck railing and the tip of its bow, as the figures of ten then twelve total sailors lift the heavy and thick tug line. One of them whose voice counts from the numbers one to three ascending heaves while the rest follow, the line hurled overboard and clapping against the surface of the sea heavily, as it is dragged towards the shot by the seven sailors before the shot away from the U.S.S. Eldridge))

((cut to close up of the port bow of the U.S.S. Eldridge as the tug can be seen in the foreground, with the U.S.S. Eldridge holding steady in the shot as the twelve sailors along the starboard bow stand with their back to the shot, the cries of four seagulls overhead.))

((cut to close up of Captain, standing with right side skew facing shot, standing facing towards the right of shot, in the direction of the bridge's window overlooking the bow off camera. A voice breaks in))

Jon:((voice)) "Captain the tug has disembarked." ((Captain notices, looking to his immediate left to the right of the shot)) "Awaiting orders."

Captain:((nods)) "Helm make for 7 by 7 200 degrees north, 30 knots full."

Voice:((helmsman roughly 28 years old, African American, Bronx accent)) "30 knots ahead full aye."

((cut to close up of the back of a man's head, roughly 77 years old with speckles of gray and mostly white balding on the top of his head. He whips about quickly looking past the shot, to the right of the shot behind him the interior of a hold within a United States Navy vessel, presumably the U.S.S. Eldridge. He is wearing a beige United States Navy uniform with no designation or rank, though dressed as an officer. He also wears circular spectacles with a cropped gray and white beard. He also, looks alarmed))

Older Man: "What was that?!" ((a voice off camera consoles him))

Jason:((voice)) "It's nothing Mr. Stevens. This is normal." ((the man, now identified as Mr. Stevens, looks more calm, though his features show discontent)) "The engine just sounds like that is all."

Mr. Stevens:((looking about, eyes now fixed to the upper left of the shot)) "This is really loud." ((he looks down towards the right of the shot, as there is the sound of a few loud groans and clanks)) "Are you sure that's normal?" ((Another voice interjects, roughly 43 years old, Caucasian with a Philadelphia accent))

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Yes Mr. Stevens." ((Mr. Stevens looks perturbed his eyes slimming as though he had been regarded as a coward for his wariness. He remains rigid, as his features now become that as well.))

Mr. Stevens: "Well I don't think that will be a problem then." ((cut to close up of Jason, kneeling on metal ground, the surface of the floor, tugging at a bracket connected to a large horizontal tube running to the right of the vessel's bay, assuring himself of its firmness.)) "as long as you installed this correctly everything should go completely up to pass." ((Jason nods towards the bracket, as another voice that of a man from Cambridge responds))

Cambridge Man:((voice)) "Stevens calm down. We don't have any problems here it's just how it looks on paper. Just relax and let the boys handle it." ((another voice, Boston College educated man replies))

Boston College Man:((voice)) "We're supposed to let the Navy men handle things. We're not supposed to intervene, only to ensure that this experiment functions properly." ((cut to close up of Mr. Stevens looking up towards the upper frame, facial expression stern and alert)) "We're not going to have problems, it's one issue and you know that."

Mr. Stevens:((bluntly)) "Yes Johnathan, I know that." ((cut to close up of Johnathan, formerly Cambridge Man facing towards the right of the shot, behind him the interior of a bay within the vessel. He stands 6'2" short brown hair, blue eyes, roughly 47 years old and Caucasian wearing the same colored uniform, but again with no designation or rank. He looks like the curt words of Mr. Stevens has strained him some.)) "And I know that's true Alfred." ((cut to close up of Boston College Man, facing to left now known as Alfred, who is roughly 59 years old with pomade combed gray hair and brown eyes. He is wearing the same style of uniform)) "I just don't feel like being here to see this happen now." ((cut to close up of Mr. Stevens, facing towards upper frame, the shot level with his body)) "It's not going to work like before, and we're going to get bogged down in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, and we're not going to have a chance to explain why it didn't work. We'll just be thrown off the base, with no sorry, no apology, or anything necessary to explain ourselves done away with. We'll never be there, we'll never have friends who want to us to be there, we'll be isolated. Outcasts. No hope, no dream, no fantasy of science can bring that back again. We'll just be gone, and there will be no hope for us to be remembered."

Alfred:((voice)) "Steven, look you're looking at this the wrong way." ((Mr. Stevens, now revealed as Stephen, clenches his eyes, then opens them looking towards the top of the frame, angrier))((cut to close up of Alfred, looking towards the left of the shot)) "This isn't something new, we've done this. Not on a boat but it's not new. We're going some way that hasn't been tried before. It's new because we're doing it the way we want. Not walking through matter but moving through it with a vessel."

Johnathan:((voice)) "It's not the same Steven. Well get anything we want for this. Grants, papers, it's endless accreditation."

Alfred:((cut to Alfred close up, looking to the right of the shot)) "Stories will be written about us." ((he looks past shot smirking, eyes beaming)) "Movies. A film about me?" ((he seems elated, but shakes his head)) "I can't even think about it now." ((stares back forward to the left of the shot)) "The point is we can do anything after this." ((cut to Jason close up, facing towards the right of shot next to a small horn intercom mounted onto the bay's wall, looking towards the right of the shot)) "The army wants this too, it's a big leap forward for engineering and we'll be on the front lines." ((cut to Alfred close up)) "Well never have to want, we'll know what we want before we even need it, there's never a time when we won't have problems, yes, but we know what the problem is here." ((cut to Steven close up, still looking past the upper frame, still troubled)) "Don't be like this Steven. Roger tell him." ((a voice speaks of a man 79 years old, Caucasian, who hails from Alaska))

Roger:((voice)) "Steven, please think this through." ((Steven, reacting glumly)) "There won't be a time when we can do this again without problems from the government. We'll never have a chance like this again without difficulty." ((cut to over the left shoulder Steven, facing towards a man who is 79 years old in appearance, Caucasian, standing roughly 6'4" with a slim build, gray eyes and white combed hair wearing the same uniforms as the other three. He is addressing Steven, who still stares forward past the shot and upward, his chin in the upper frame)) "The time, the energy we spent on this will be gone. All our work, done. Our whole dream done and gone forever." ((cut to close up of Johnathan, looking towards the left of the shot, nervously in the direction of the speaker)) "We'll never have this again. We'll never be here again to do this again." ((Johnathan glances past the shot closer to the right, in the direction of Steven off camera)) "Do you know that? We just won't have this to do again." ((his voice raising, a little more desperate)) "We can't. It wil be over." ((cut to close up of Alfred looking past the shot, nodding)) "Our time, our life, gone. We can't because they'll never let us do it again."

Alfred: "All of it Steven." ((shaking head)) "Every last iota." ((cut to Steven close up, looking past the upper frame still, very unhappy expression)) "We're ruined. Just think about it. All our work. It's never going to be the same. We'll have to start all over. The money won't be there."

Johnathan:((voice)) "All of it gone. Not even coming back." ((Steven's expression taut, as though he wants to respond and angrily so))

Roger:((voice)) "Not a dime."

Alfred:((cut to intense close up, facing left with a more desperate expression)) "We don't even have an option. The Germans, the Japanese - " ((becomes a whisper)) "Even the Russians if they found out about this? The government wants this , and wants us to finish this." ((cut to close up of Steven, more glum, smothered by the others' guilt as he gazes up still past the upper frame)) "We'll be heroes."

Steven:((sighing, and speaking nervously, as though he's seeking to be comforted)) "It won't be like the other two times?"

Roger:((voice))((bluntly)) "No." ((the other two reply almost as quickly))

Alfred:((voice)) "A mistake that was all."

Johnathan:((voice)) "No, not at all."

Steven: "Jim." ((cut to Johnathan close up, lips pursed and very anxious with a saddened expression)) "His name was Jim."

Johnathan: "He was a sergeant, he volunteered for it." ((cut to Steven close upon, expression unchanged)) "He said he agreed."

Alfred:((voice)) "He acknowledged that he agreed Steven." ((Steven's face becomes more tense)) "He said he agreed tot he words we said." ((reassuring tone)) "He agreed and that's all there is to it."

Roger:((cut to close up, looking to the left of the shot towards Steven off camera)) "Whatever your feelings about this, you can't deny we have to do this now. We haven't got a choice. All our lives depend upon this." ((his gaze travels towards the upper left of the frame))((cut to close up of Steven, his features still taut, his eyes transfixed upon the upper frame still)) "It's our job." ((Steven grimaces coldly, lines in his face now showing)) "Our lives, do you know that?" ((Steven blinks long)) "Are you really listening to me?" ((cut to Roger close up, looking to the left of the shot shaking head towards Steven off camera)) "Don't say you don't understand me. You know we have to do this." ((cut to previous, Steven still rigid and silent)) "We have no choice." ((Steven shakes his head, and his eyes fall away from the upper frame))

Steven:((sighing in a huff gritting his teeth, and turns to the right of shot in one motion)) "I'm going for a walk."

Johnathan:((voice)) "What?"

Roger:((voice))((Steven walks out of the shot to the right)) "No fine. Go." ((Cut to Roger, his face and head scanning from left to right extreme close up. His voice raises slightly)) "Leave." ((shaking head in disgust)) "Just stay away from this." ((cut to close up of man sitting on a large metal walkway over looking the shot, blue eyes and black hair, muscular build wearing coveralls. The shot skew upward to left, as his gaze is awkward, his legs dangling over the side, as Roger's voice begins to boom and Steven's footsteps can be heard leaving the bay)) "Just don't even think about this. It's just a stupid idea!" ((cut to close up of another man, wearing a set of blue coveralls, Caucasian with blonde hair and blue eyes, roughly 42 years old, looking up close at a vertical tube to the left of the shot and a blue valve, his expression awkward as well, as Steven's footsteps fade))

Johnathan:((voice)) "Failure comes at a cost Steven." ((cut to close up of Jason, standing near the horn intercom staring towards the left of the shot awkwardly. His eyes track from left center shot to the right, his face slightly turning as well as the sound of Steven's footsteps pass quickly in that direction)) " - but so does success. Remember what you gave up to make this a reality!" ((Steven's footsteps quicken out of the bay))

Alfred:((voice)) "John! Roger! Just relax will you?" ((Jason's eyes dart back to left of shot))((cut to an oval doorway looking into the bay, with horizontal tubes traveling to the right of the shot off camera, with several crewman working around them, now still watching Steven's departure from the bay. He walks at the shot, fending off tears as he grits his teeth angrily and frustrated as well, as the three men in officer's clothes with no rank watch him as well while one, Alfred, turns to both in a manner pleading. Steven leaves the shot, leaving the camera showing the interior and the aftermath of the display)) "Just give him some time." ((the sound of Steven's footsteps clank in a chord ascending, climbing a set of stairs shown off camera to the left of the shot)) "Just let him be. We have a job to do." ((Alfred turns past the two, and towards the right of the shot near the oval door)) "Private?" ((cut to close up of Jason, still standing alongside the horn intercom, still looking to the right of the shot towards Steven's departure, displaying some apprehension)) "Private?" ((Jason's face swings about, staring past the shot towards skew left))

Jason: "Sir?"

Alfred:((voice)) "Please inform your Captain that we're ready to proceed."

Jason: "Yes sir." ((he turns towards the intercom once more))

((cut to close up a quickly zooming shot, to an horn intercom fastened upon a wall, a sharp ring of a bell clanking loudly over the din of several mechanisms strictly mechanical. The hand of a Caucasian man reaches towards a small switch, pressing in into a direction reading TALK and speaks in a Milwaukee accent, aged 60 years))

Man in 60's:((voice)) "Engine room?" ((the hand raises the lever towards a word that reads LISTEN ))((cut to close up of Jon looking towards right towards small horn intercom along the right of shot. He is pressing a switch downwards to TALK ))

Jon: "Engine room all stop." ((he raises the switch upwards as the voice of Man in 60's responds through the horn))

Man in 60's:((voice)) "All stop aye." ((Jon raises his hand off the lever, and turn to the left of the shot, facing towards the left of the frame))

Jon: "Engine room stop Captain."

Captain:((voice)) "Notify escort we are committed to drill standby." ((the voice of a Private from Tulsa, roughly 29 years old and Caucasian replies))

Tulsa Man:((voice)) "Aye." ((cut to close up of Captain, skew facing to right of the shot, smiling as he gazes downwards and reaches out of shot))

Captain:((ready to chuckle)) "I love this." ((he hands reemerge producing a small intercom mouthpiece, and raising it to his mouth)) "Attention crew, this is your Captain, we are under attack." ((cut to zooming close up of a siren, facing shot blaring a high pitched wail three times, as the Captain's voice, calmly and collected can continue to be heard over a PA microphone loudly but garbled)) "Repeat we are under attack." ((cut to close up of a small circular bell ringing violently and loudly against the metal wall, vibrating the shot)) "Man battle stations and prepare to be boarded." ((cut to undershot of the bunk where the Marines had been playing cards, facing towards their entry door of their room, the bunks vertically displayed facing the shot. All of them quickly react, one spilling his bowl of soup as the rest assemble and begin to rip open a small cabinet to the right of the shot, containing firearms and thick flak jackets.))

Man #4:((New Jersey accent, watching his soup spill)) "Fuck!"

Man #6:((Georgia accent, assaulting the cabinet for weapons and his flak jacket quickly)) "Leave it come on!"

Man #2:((cut to interior of cabinet, several firearms including two 10 gauge trenchguns, and four Thompson submachine guns with a standard straight magazine shown, as the hands of the Marines reach into the shot, each grabbing one))((Milwaukee accent)) "Hurry." ((the bell still ringing loudly in the background))

Man #6:((voice)) "Get your shit come on!"

((cut to hallway, facing towards stairway leading up in foreground as to the right an oval hatch door produces six Marines all now heavily armed and bolting out the doorway, into the corridor and into the foreground, hurriedly clamoring))

Man #2:((voice)) "Come on! Let's go! Come on!" ((all of them rush into the foreground out of the hatch through the narrow corridor, Man #4 still pulling on a heavy flak jacket))

Man #4:((yelling)) "Wait! Where am I going here?"

Man #2:((voice))((running from shot)) "Holy fuck!"

Man:((Bronx accent))((voice running from shot)) "Come on!" ((the loud bells continue to ring relentlessly))

((Cut to close up of a large cannon on the stern of the vessel being cocked towards the left of shot by a Caucasian Navy crewman, roughly 27 years old with brown hair and blue eyes looking past shot focused in the direction of its barrel, as the alarms continue chiming))

((Cut to close up of the backs of two sailors running, one Caucasian to the left the other African American to the right along a corridor within the vessel, the camera in pursuit as the two pass a small hatch, where the camera remains stationary, as Steven emerges, looking about confused down the corridor, as the alarms continue.))

Roger:((cut to cup close, the echoing of the alarms within the bay very loud)) "We're under attack?"

Johnathan:((voice)) "We're in New Jersey! For Christ's sake!"

Alfred:((voice)) "It's just a joke right?"

Jason:((voice over the alarms)) "No. No no no no." ((Roger looks to the right))

Philadelphia Man:((voice loud as well)) "It's just a drill." ((cut to close up of Alfred and Johnathan standing near side to side, their backs to the bay wall near the shadow of a large vertical tube running upwards from the deck of the bay))

Jason:((voice)) "if this was an attack we'd already have been hit."

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Just stay here and we'll be back soon."

Alfred:((over the alarms)) "Very well." ((sighs at the noise)) "Just as long as we don't get in trouble."

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "No you won't. You're not actually Navy so you're not gonna get yelled at if you're not on deck." ((cut to close up of Philadelphia Man with Jason standing to his right departing out of the oval hatch door with a staircase visible to the right through the doorway)) "We'll be back, don't worry. Just sit tight." ((the two make their way out of the hatch door hurriedly and ascend the staircase, as the echo of the alarms continues))

Roger:((voice))((groans)) "Well at least we don't have to assemble." ((cut to Roger close up facing towards the right of the shot, with Alfred and Johnathan standing not too far behind him, closer to the left from the shot. Johnathan was surprised))

Johnathan: "You were in the Navy?" ((Roger frowns)) "I thought you were in the Coast Guard?"

Roger:((softly)) "No I wasn't. I said I wasn't." ((Johnathan, looks confused, while Alfred rolls his eyes))

((cut to alongside a interior corridor of the vessel, where the alarm continues to ring as the well armed Marine storm into the shot from the right hurriedly. Man #3 leads followed by #6 and #4 while #2 and #5 are not far behind along with Man ((#1)). The shot remains steady while #2 freezes up in the center of the shot, rigid and terrified. #5 stops short along with Man , both in shot as #2 erupts))

Man #2:((paused, and very loud)) " FUCK! " ((does a double take at his right hip, then grits his teeth, eyes clenched)) "Shit!"

Man #5:((stopping and pausing, loud over the alarm)) "What is it?"

Man #2: "I forgot my fuckin' side holster."

Man #4:((voice)) "So the fuck what?"

Man #5:((angrily)) "No fuck you."

Man #2:((shaking head)) "No, I gotta go back."

Man #5:((angry)) "Fuck off."

Man #6:((voice)) "Just don't care. Go."

Man #2: "No, I'm going back." ((cut to close up facing the long stretch of corridor with stairs leading up in the distance roughly 29 feet ahead. Man #3, #6 and #4 stand in the shot, facing the camera #3 and #6 closer to the front, while #4 is closer to the right of the frame)) "It's gonna take me six seconds I can get it."

Man #5:((loudly in opposition)) " NO! FUCK OFF! "

Man #2:((voice)) "No! Fuck you! I'm going back to get it."

Man #3:((eyes blaring at shot)) "No!"

Man #2: ((cut to close up, gritting teeth, hands clasped around M1 rifle, skew to left shot) "I'm gonna get fucked with, he's gonna fuckin' see it!"

Man #4:((voice)) "Who?!"

Man #2:((eyeing at the shot, paranoid expression amidst the alarm)) "Fuckin' who do you think?"

((cut to a close up, exterior shot showing the open sea in the foreground, to a man red faced in anger, between the ages of 45 and 54 years old, with a closely cropped hairstyle, meticulously clean shaven face, weighing 202 lbs, muscular standing with his back to the left of the shot. He is wearing a brown uniform of the United States Marines, has stripes on his arm denoting the rank of Sergeant Major, and is furious))

Sergeant Major: "WHERE ARE MY FUCKIN' MARINES!???????????????????????????????????????? " ((the shot slides to the left as the Sergeant Major boils over in a display of anger never to be done, as to his right an the left of the shot can be seen LT , standing nervously beside him, as he gazes into his right hand, showing a ticking stopwatch that can be heard clicking. The sound of the alarm not as extravagant, the two standing outdoors))

((cut to close up of a chrome plated stopwatch, Nautical type face with microseconds listed as well as seconds, though in smaller numerical figures black numbers against a white face ticking loudly, while cradled in a Caucasian right hand, the thumb resting at its top. The hand ricking is black, while the minute hand is red, and the time is in increments of minutes reaching a total of 60 at the very top of the white face. The amount of time elapsed reads 1 minute 29 seconds and continues to tick. The alarm sound more intense, the shot indoors.))

((cut to close up of Captain, torso head and face shown, holding up the stopwatch in his right hand, looking down in scrutiny then gazing upwards behind a pair of reading glasses and looks back down again. The alarm still intense and ringing within the walls.))

((cut to close up of another stopwatch, this one being held in another Caucasian hand, though still in the right, the increments of time reading 1 minute 36 seconds, the shot ending at 1 minute and 40 seconds. The alarm less extreme, being back outdoors.))

((cut to close up, skew shot of LT looking down past the right of the shot, holding a stopwatch, while Sergeant Major glares towards the right of the shot forward to the bow. LT without looking, raises a pistol in the air with his left hand, it pointed outwards towards the upper right of the shot, as Sergeant Major notices, looking up and then back down, panting once angrily and gritting his teeth))

((cut to close up moving shot from left to right, the heavy thudding of footsteps of two pairs of boots connected to fatigue pants hurry through the shot))

((cut to the sound of the stopwatch against the wane of the muffled ringing, as Sergeant Major heaves angrily as the footsteps grow louder from behind the camera, with him turning towards the shot to look))

((cut to P.O.V. Sergeant Major peering towards the starboard side of the vessel, open sea behind, three sailors standing with their backs to the ship, facing the bow at attention. Each are Hispanic and between the ages of 20 and 34 years old, when clamoring around the corner are Marines, at first Man #4 then #5 then #6 as #4 can be heard armed with a Thompson submachine gun with a magazine while #5 and #6 are armed with another Thompson and a Carbine rifle respectively. #4 speaks first))

Man #4: "Are we here?" ((breaching into the shot, followed by the other two))

Man #5: "No we're - " ((he looks forward at the shot as he and Man #6 react and skittishly)) " - aw fu - " ((about to finish his sentence, knowing the eyes of Sergeant Major are upon them))((cut to close up Sergeant Major glaring to left of shot billowing in controlled anger, the sounds of now six footsteps can be heard approaching quickly, and then shuffling, as though settling into a formation. The camera slides to LT glancing to the left of the shot, while still holding the stopwatch in his right, and the pistol in his left aimed upwards. The stopwatch continues clicking, as the wane of the bell continues to ring muffled))

((cut to close up of LT 's stopwatch, now 1 minute 52 seconds, and continues ticking in the shot until 1 minute 55 seconds.))

((cut to close up of LT 's left hand, pistol facing upwards to upper right of shot, a smaller revolver being cocked with his left hand))

((cut to close up of stopwatch ticking, close up on the number 60 as the hand approaches the 60 mark, shot beginning at 1 minute 58 seconds and upon clicking at 60))

((cut to close up previous, LT 's hand pulling the trigger and firing the pistol, the shot ringing loudly. The shot slides down following LT 's hand, and as he pulls the pistol down, the ringing and alarms come to a halt. Revealed is LT standing holding up the stopwatch, and then placing it into his right pocket, as Sergeant Major is gazing from alongside him past the shot, fuming in anger))

((cut to close up of Captain, smiling his hand with the stopwatch leaving the shot, as both his hands and arms move to behind his back. He glances out and around him, and speaks))

Captain: "I want to say great work. It's not the greatest time, but it's a time we can be proud of." ((cut to close up of 1st Lieutenant smiling comfortably)) "If we were in war, we would be ready." ((cut to close up of Jon, leaning towards the left of the shot, closer towards the intercom along the wall)) "If we weren't going to sea, we'd do it again." ((cut to close up of Captain, same angle, skew to right of shot))((softly)) "Don't lose heart. We'll be - " ((cut to close up of Man #2 grimacing strongly, wearing a combat helmet and flak jacket standing at attention, rigid with weapon held at arms before him, a trench shotgun, eyes past the shot the open sea and railing behind him. The voice of Sergeant Major violently delivering from off camera))

Sergeant Major " - COURT MARSHALLED IF I WAS ON FUCKING BASE RIGHT NOW! YOU GODDAMNED ASSHOLE FUCKED IT UP!! " ((cut to close up of Sergeant Major red faced and now bloodshot eyes from yelling, skew to right of shot)) "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GET A MINUTE FORTY EIGHT HOW THE FUCK!" ((cut to close up of Man #3 stone faced, weapon before him with both hands, staring past shot left)) "HOW DO YOU DO IT I HAVE TO FUCKIN KNOW! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? IT'S A FUCKING WAR! YOU'RE FUCKING LATE! YOU MISSED THE FUCKING POINT OF THE WAR WHICH IS TO GET THERE FIRST!" ((cut to close up Man #4, expression that of terror, though holding his mouth closed staring past the shot to the left with eyes widened)) "IT'S TO WIN AND FUCKING NEVER QUIT! IT'S TO FUCKING WIN! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TRY TO WIN??!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WIN!" ((cut to close up of Man #5 staring past shot to left, angry expression rigid and tightened features)) "YOU DON'T FUCKING LOSE! YOU WIN! WHAT THE FUCK?!" ((his glare deepens)) "DON'T DARE LOOK AT ME." ((his glare softens slightly)) "DON'T YOU FUCKING EVER LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT LIKE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" ((cut to close up of Sergeant Major pointing directly at the shot with his right hand, blood red eyes screaming in anger)) "YOU KNEW WHAT TO DO YOU SAW WHAT TO DO DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!" ((gritting teeth)) "IF YOU EVER LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT ONE MORE TIME - "

Captain:((cut to close up, skew right side of shot)) " - You won't be the best combat crew yet, but you'll be the best if you keep trying. If you don't give up, you'll have the best time in the Navy I'm sure of it. Just don't - "

Sergeant Major:((cut to close up screaming directly at and pointing at the shot)) " - LISTEN TO ME, BECAUSE I'M MAD AT YOU! YOU FUCKED UP AND FUCKED IT ALL UP! HOW THE FUCK??! FUCKING ALMOST BROUGHT THE SHIP DOWN AND WE DIED!" ((cut to close up of Man #4 grimacing and a gaze of fear)) "WE'RE FUCKING DEAD AND GONE WE'RE FUCKING DEAD!" ((cut to close up of Man #3 standing at attention, weapon before him, expression stoic)) "THE FUCKING JAPS KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF US - " ((cut to close up of Man #6 helmet hiding his eyes, at attention, weapon before him, chin up)) " - AND THE KRAUT DOESN'T STINK AS SHIT!" ((cut to close up of Sergeant Major pointing at the shot, panting once, then continuing)) "WE FUCKED UP? NO! YOU FUCKED UP!!!! " ((cut to close up of Man, looking upwards and not towards off camera, but straight up, the eyes of the Sergeant Major not yet upon him. He stands at attention, M1 weapon before his chest)) "YOU FUCKED UP AND YOU HAVE A PROBLEM!! YOU CAN'T EVEN GET IT DONE AT ALL! WHAT THE FUCK! ((pauses panting once)) "MAYBE IT WAS SOMETHING ELSE!!!!! MAYBE IT WAS THAT SOUP! " ((Man's eyes fall back towards the shot, his gaze wary)) "HUH? MAYBE? DIDN'T THINK I KNEW THAT DID YOU?!!!! " ((cut to Man #3 mouth now open slightly, reaction that of terror)) "DON'T DO THAT!" ((his mouth closes though his eyes remain fixed beyond the shot to a horizon unknown)) "NEVER FUCKING DO THAT TO ME!" ((cut to Man #4 eyes wider though frozen now, completely motionless without a blink)) "EVER!" ((pants)) "IS IT THE CARDS?" ((his eyes wider)) "MAYBE HUH?" ((cut to close up of Man #2 lips pursed and standing at attention, beneath his lips, his teeth gritted angrily, as Sergeant Major's tone lessens)) "Well how about this then? I'll just see what you're doing and not leave how about that?" ((Man #2's eyes growing wider with concern, as his face twists and features tighten, as Sergeant Major explodes)) "MAYBE YOU JUST NEED ME TO STAY AROUND SO YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR OWN PRIVACY??!!! " ((cut to close up of Man #4 astonished)) "SO YOU DON'T HAVE FOOD OUT OF THE MESS HALL?" ((cut to Man #6 face now less than stoic, his expression furious, though eyes still hidden beneath his combat helmet)) "OR SO YOU DON'T PLAY CARDS??! " ((cut to Man #5 mouth slightly, eyes wider in shock)) "OR SO YOU DON'T HAVE REALLLLYYYY LONG AMOUNTS OF TIMMEEEE ON YOUR HANDS TO READ A BOOK NOW AND THEN?!? " ((Man #5 looks on with a murderous expression, his mouth closing aside from clenched teeth. Sergeant Major's tone lessens, and he speaks softer though raspier)) "Don't even fucking think it." ((cut to two Navy men, both in Navy sailor uniforms standing off to the side, both Hispanic one to the left 27 years old black hair cropped and clean shaven, the one to the right 32 years old black hair short, small beard, both extremely nervous looking to the left of the shot)) "Don't even fucking THINK - " ((both flinch)) " - about doing anything wrong." ((harshly)) "Don't even try." ((cut to Man #5 a look of desperation as he hold his weapon to his chest)) "Now I'm gonna be there." ((Sergeant Major steps in from the left of the shot, crossing from left to right, addressing Man #5 and the left side of his face, barking)) "RIGHT there." ((he continues to walk to the right of the shot, now standing before Man #4 who looks terrified)) "RIGHT where you sleep. RIGHT where you eat." ((cut to Man #2 looking stern and grimacing)) "RIGHT where you want to be." ((the pace of Sergeant Major picks up, entering from the left of shot, crossing in front and addressing the left side of his face)) "And if you even THINK about forgetting something again." ((he grits his teeth as Man #2's face pales)) "I'll make sure you NEVER FORGET ME, CHASING YOU AROUND FOR THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING MARINE JOB!" ((BELLOWING AT HIM THE RESONANCE MAKING Man #2 CRINGE)) "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!! " ((cut to wide shot of all six of the men, with Sergeant Major standing staring directly at the right side of Man #2, as he and the other Marines present all respond in unison))

Marines: ((Man - Man #6)) " YES SERGEANT!"

Sergeant Major: "GET OUTTA HERE!"

((the six Marines break the line, all sulking slightly to the right of the shot off camera, as Sergeant Major is left panting furiously looking towards the right of the shot at their dismissal. The shot pants back slowly to reveal the backs of three sailors, looking towards the Sergeant Major while standing idle.))

((cut to close up, previous shot of Hispanic sailor, one tot he left 27 years old and the one to the right 32 years old. One of them off camera, and is 34 years old))

32 year old sailor: ((Northern Bronx accent)) "Man I don't even want to be in the Navy anymore." ((cut to P.O.V. 32 year old man, watching the Sergeant Major storm off, grumbling to the right of shot and leaving the shot)) "Scary stuff to watch man."

34 year old sailor: ((Southern New Jersey accent)) "He was going to kill 'em! They were gonna die!"

32 year old sailor:((voice)) "Maybe. I think he was gonna shot him in the head." ((cut to close up of 32 year old sailor, paranoid demeanor)) "I think I was gonna get killed too!"

27 year old Sailor:((Southern New Jersey accent)) "From him? Nah."

34 year old sailor:((voice)) "No man his eyes."

32 year old sailor:((eyes wider)) "Yeah his voice too." ((cut to 27 year old sailor, looking towards the right of the shot, inquisitively)) "I thought I was just going to kill myself right there."

34 year old sailor:((voice)) "Why?"

32 year old sailor:((voice)) "'Cause I never would have made the Marines."

27 year old sailor:((nodding)) "Uh uh." ((the shot begins to rise up towards the window of the bridge, the camera vertically ascending without twisting, showing the window of the bridge skewed outwards to the right, a Navy crewman standing idle near the center of the window holding a pair of binoculars at his chest))

34 year old sailor:((voice)) "I'd leave too."

27 year old sailor:((voice)) "Mmhmm." ((the shot begins to zoom towards the window, and begins to pan inwards, to reveal much of the crew at stations surrounding the bridge. The Captain stands near center, 1st Lieutenant standing near him, as from the rear, Jon approaches from left rear of shot, as 1st Lieutenant can be heard finishing a sentence))

1st Lieutenant: " ... is standing by awaiting your orders sir."

Captain:((shot zooming in through glass)) "Alert them we are awaiting confirmation from the tug - " ((cut to Captain close up skew right shot facing left of shot)) " - and that our escort is standing by for our signal. Notify ground we are go for the sequence of the experiment."

1st Lieutenant :((voice)) "Aye standing by." ((Jon appears in the shot, coming up from behind Captain's right side, shot still facing out wards the starboard window of the bridge))

Jon: "Captain we're ready to initiate the test." ((cut to Captain close up, facing to left side, camera facing him center))

Captain: "Tell engines to stand by. Tell Bay we hope that they join us on the bridge." ((cut to Jon close up, skew facing to left of shot))

Jon: "They're on their way." ((cut to close up of Captain, eye brows raised though on briefly, the scene behind him a view through the port bridge window)) "I told them to come. One of them will be late unfortunately. Took a tour by himself I was told." ((the Captain turns away from the shot, his expression cordial, nodding once.))

Captain: "Very well." ((cut to close up of Jon smirking)) "We'll wait for them to come up to the deck and begin the resting of the ship to shore message. This will work if we do it right."

Jon: "An open line during the experiment?" ((cut to Captain close up, looking past shot to left)) "Something else that hasn't been tried before."

Captain:((smiling)) "There will be plenty of those to come. Admiral wants to be there to listen."

1st Lieutenant:((voice from the right of the shot)) "An Admiral? This is a big scene." ((Captain reacting to the right of the shot, nodding once))

Captain: "It's going to be." ((cut to close up of 1st Lieutenant back showing the bow of the ship, one crewman with binoculars in hands back to shot overlooking the open sea over the deck and bow)) "If the Admiral was any indication of how vital this experiment is to the Navy, it's surely not going unnoticed."

1st Lieutenant:((shaking head)) "Crossing over two oceans in a split second? It's never gonna be the same."

Jon:((voice)) "Japs won't know what him 'em." ((cut to Jon close up, smiling already triumphant)) "Japs can't even see it comin'. Hitler's gone too, it'll only be a week before the war will be over." ((shaking his head, too good to be true)) "Carrier in the Atlantic in ten seconds instead of normal ship time we'd never lose." ((cut to close up of Captain smiling facing skew left)) "Think of it, no bullets either. We could just shoot 'em and send 'em through, hell who needs an Air Corps we could just drop bombs from the sky, they wouldn't even go anywhere but where we say." ((cut to 1st Lieutenant, staring towards the right of the shot, camera facing him and bow of vessel)) "We wouldn't even need an Army or a Navy. It would all be over in weeks. "

Captain:((voice)) "It's not that simple." ((cut to close up of Jon, looking towards the right of the shot and Captain's voice)) "We wouldn't have the ability to do anything without this...device. We wouldn't have the ships, the drive." ((his expression becomes more humbled, takes a deep breath)) "We'd never have the Navy anymore, no submarines no airplanes." ((cut to close up of Captain, looking towards left skew shot left)) "It would be finished." ((looking about the ceiling and surroundings briefly)) "All of it." ((breathes in and sighs)) "Man's leap forward would put us all behind." ((shaking head)) "We'd never need anything but this." ((he looks forward past the shot, nodding in the direction of the bow off camera))((cut to 1st Lieutenant, standing before the shot and the tip of the bow, he turns about slightly to his left, then turns back forward looking past shot)) "We could move anywhere, we could go anywhere." ((pauses)) "It wouldn't happen." ((1st Lieutenant looks puzzled past shot)) "Nothing we do here would be permanent. It just wouldn't work."

1st Lieutenant: "Sir?" ((cut to Captain close up, smiling and grimacing all at once, looking down and speaking softly))

Captain: "Look, we'd need the Navy." ((he looks past shot towards 1st Lieutenant)) "The jobs. The work, we need people to stay alive to make things like ships, and planes and cars." ((cut to close up of Jon, standing straight, his expression changed to serious)) "Why there's always going to be war."

Jon: "I don't know sir. It would be a different world." ((cut to Captain close up, looking to left of shot)) "We'd never be the same."

Captain: "Perhaps." ((winces)) "But why wouldn't we remain the same?"

Jon:((voice)) "Well..." ((cut to close up of Jon, eyes wider and smiling, skew to left, starboard behind him, as he leans into shot slightly)) "We might." ((there are approaching footfalls behind them of more than one man))

Captain:((voice)) "Yes well - " ((Jon turns towards the footfalls off to the right of the shot, smiling as he interrupts the Captain))

Jon: "Welcome." ((cut to P.O.V. Jon, revealing four men, all of the ones who had been in the bay. From left Alfred, Johnathan, Steven, and Roger all wearing the beige Navy uniforms and standing to the right of center of the bridge. The four approach the officers from the port side of the vessel led by Philadelphia Man))

Captain:((voice)) "Welcome to the bridge." ((Steven looks uncomfortable, but is forcing a cordial smile. Roger looks stern, but is trying to hide it, while Johnathan and Alfred both appear in good spirits))

Johnathan: "Gracious of you Captain: ((cut to close up of Captain, now facing the shot, the bow and the window overlooking behind him, as 1st Lieutenant is closer to the left side of the Captain standing behind him though closer into the shot. Jon off camera)) "It's an honor to be aboard." ((cut to close up of Steven with Roger to his right towards him, eyeing him concerned))

Alfred:((voice)) "We're very lucky to be here."

Captain:((cut to close up, nodding)) "Very much so." ((he breathes in deeply, gazing about him)) "We all are." ((cut to close up of Jonathan smiling looking to the left of the shot towards Captain with pride)) "May I introduce my first mate Jonathan." ((nodding towards the right, extending a handshake of his right hand turning towards the right of the shot)) "And this is John, First Lieutenant of the Watch."

Johnathan :((cut to close up of Alfred as Johnathan is in the shot to the right of Alfred, shaking hands with Jon followed by Jon, both Alfred and him interchanging their handshakes)) "Another John huh?"

John:((formerly 1st Lieutenant)) "That's right." ((the sound of chuckling, as Johnathan reacts the same, Alfred shaking hands to the left of shot with Jon))

Johnathan: "Well that's my name too."

Steven:((cut to close up, shaking hands leaning in towards Jon)) "Pleasure. I'm Steven." ((shot slides left, revealing Roger who leans in as well and shakes the hand))

Roger: "Roger, nice to meet you."

Alfred:((cut to close up smiling, shaking Jon's hand extending from the shot)) "I'm Fred but people call me Al."

Jon:((voice)) "Al?" ((chuckles, as Alfred smiles)) "Ok."

Alfred:((pulling back and recollecting himself)) "Now - " ((looking off camera towards his colleagues)) " \- shall we get underway?" ((then looking back towards the officers past the shot))

Captain:((voice)) "Yes if you're ready." ((Alfred nods))

Johnathan:((voice)) "No time like the present."

Captain:((voice)) "Indeed."

((cut to wide shot, Jason kneeling in the bay beside two other sailors in blue coveralls, beside what appears to be a small horizontal tube along the floor of the bay that travels to the left of the shot, where a shadow of a very long shaft originates from the left as well, cast upon the ground to his left and to the far fight of the shot outward. The two other sailors are to his left, close to being overcast by the shadow of the large shaft off camera))

Jason: "So I don't even think we're going."

Sailor #2:((Milwaukee accent, Caucasian blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned 19 years old, mustache)) "Why?"

Sailor:((Michigan accent, brown skinned, black hair, brown eyes, muscular, 24 years old)) "Oh wow." ((cut to close up of Jason, glum expression to the right of shot)) "When did this happen?"

Jason: "Two weeks ago." ((blinks, shaking head)) "Her mother doesn't want her to go."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Figures." ((Jason looking down to lower left of shot towards long horizontal tube)) "Well she's missing out I can tell you that. She's never gonna see beaches like Cancun. Especially the water. It's too clear for words." ((cut to close up Sailor #2, looking towards the shot, the large shaft's shadow crossing right before him)) "And the sand looks clear. Don't see many beaches like that."

Sailor:((voice))((whew, as Sailor #2 looks in his direction, to his left, Jason across from him behind shot)) "Never seen anything like that. So what did she say?" ((cut to Jason, previous shot, still looking to lower left)) "Was it bad? Was she angry?"

Jason:((shrugs, continuing to fasten an unknown valve again for a third time off camera)) "She said no that's all. Like - " ((shaking head)) " - she's busy, and I wasn't there." ((shakes off her words))

Sailor #2:((voice)) "What?"

Jason: "She said I wasn't around so she went out with someone else. Just to go do something."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Aw shucks."

Sailor:((voice)) "Sorry." ((Jason shrugs, breathing in and out once))

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Did she say anything but that?" ((Jason pauses, then shakes his head slightly))

Jason: "Nothing, but I just don't think it would have worked." ((cut to Sailor looking towards lower left of shot, with Sailor #2 to his immediate right)) "That's all. Nothing but that." ((Sailor grimaces, looking towards the shot sympathetically then focusing on the deck below him and the horizontal tube below the base of the frame)) "I don't know. I don't know why I cared that much." ((cut to Sailor #2 pausing to look past the shot towards Jason, glumly)) "She was only interested because I was going somewhere, and when I was, she was distant. Like I already left and I was just someone else." ((Sailor #2 frowns slowly)) "I just don't get it." ((cut to Jason facing downwards, a little frustrated, holding a clamp mid air in his right hand, looking off past shot, and rapping the clamp against the air with three flicks of his wrist)) "Why is it when I was myself she couldn't stay away, and then when I am myself it's the opposite? ((talking past the shot)) "I go to sea like she knew I was planning to, and when I do, she's not there." ((looking down past shot to lower left after shaking his head, bewildered)) "Why was she interested, and then suddenly not at all?" ((looking up past shot to left)) "Is she mad?" ((squinting, looking off past shot to left)) "Did I do something wrong?"

Sailor:((voice)) "No."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Shut up." ((Jason looking to right of shot towards Sailor #2's voice)) "She's not the real one alright? And you know what? For some people there isn't." ((cut to close up of Sailor #2 staring past shot, eyebrows raised in sympathy)) "I've never been married, and I don't think I care." ((looks around, left to right towards the ceiling)) "Navy, the Eldridge? That's my wife. My lady." ((cut to Sailor close up, looking to left of shot, not angry)) "My way of life and my pride to be." ((Sailor nods)) "It's never gonna be different and frankly I don't care." ((cut to close up of Jason, looking past shot towards right, listening)) "This is a special place for special people Jason. It's not for the feint of heart or for the careless. It's your soul that's here." ((Jason looks a little saddened)) "Love? That's a completely different story book and you know that."

Jason:((shrugs, looking down to lower left of shot towards the tube off camera)) "It just feels like I'm supposed to that's all."

Sailor:((voice))((chuckling)) "Fuck that and fuck dreaming of it."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Don't say that." ((cut to close up of Sailor looking to left of shot)) "Never stop dreaming of it, just don't do it. Don't be it, don't live it." ((Sailor looks confused)) "It's some you that's not there. Another you. You that isn't here and wouldn't be." ((cut to close up of Sailor #2 shaking his head looking past the shot towards Jason past the camera)) "Just some guy. Not Jason that I met." ((cut to close up of Jason smiling slightly, though looking down to the left, now using a ratchet that clicks as he applies it to a bolt off camera for a clamp)) "Not the one I know. Not the one who's here...or the one who I'm talking to!" ((Jason gives a sigh)) "You're not that guy Jason."

Sailor:((voice)) "Nope."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "You're a sailor. You're one of us." ((Jason smiles more, continuing to work)) "See? I knew it. You're Jason. You're Jason the sailor, not Jason the guy who I don't know."

Sailor:((voice)) "Yep."

Jason:((pausing work, cocking his head slightly)) "Ok." ((continues to work))

Sailor #2:((voice)) "See you're fine." ((cut to close up of Sailor #2 smiling past shot)) "You're fine now." ((the sound of footsteps descending metal stairs approaching, two sets. Sailor #2 looks off camera further left of shot towards the sound of the footsteps. A voice from off camera speaks))

Alfred:((voice)) "Ok...We're ready up there."

Jason:((voice)) "Just finishing this up."

Philadelphia Man:((cut to close up, Alfred to his left, behind them the open hatch doorway with the staircase leading up to the right out of shot)) "Ok. There's going to be a countdown about two minutes from now for the test." ((cut to Jason close up looking over right shoulder and up at shot still kneeling down, the horizontal tube jutting up to the upper frame with three valves shown, all metal wheel valves the color blue.)) "The first will be a firing test to make sure everything works." ((cut to Sailor looking up towards the shot kneeling down, the long shadow of the shaft off camera jutting between him and the base of the shot)) "The second will be a countdown to show the pressure and have it match the firing test." ((cut to Philadelphia Man, close up looking down to lower part of frame towards the three sailors)) "The final countdown is the experiment and will be the final test." ((cut to close up of Alfred, looking to the right of shot in the direction of Philadelphia Man's voice)) "We'll be ready four minutes from now to proceed with the experiment - " ((he looks about the bay wider to the right of the shot)) " - is that clear?"

Jason, Sailor, and Sailor #2:((and several other voices, throughout the bay, numbering 20, all in almost unison)) "Yes."

Jason:((voice)) "I'm almost done this now." ((Alfred looking down towards the base of the frame towards Jason's voice)) "I wanted to get this fitting in place, it seemed off to me."

Alfred: "Fine." ((cut to Jason kneeling before the horizontal tube with the ratchet in his hand)) "I just wanted to let you know we're going to be doing this two times before the real thing." ((cut to Alfred close up, looking down to left)) "It won't work unless we accurately time both the electrical and the pressure to the same moment." ((cut to Sailor up close, facing to the upper left of the shot, focused towards the voice of Alfred)) "It's up to you two to keep it stable - " ((cut to close up of Sailor #2 looking up towards skew left in the direction of Alfred's voice)) " - while you are focused on the electrical work." ((Sailor #2 nods in understanding)) "There won't be any second chances. We have to do this by the book and it was never written down." ((cut to Alfred looking out towards the right of the shot towards the others off camera in the bay)) "We'll have to try the best we can without overloading it." ((there is a hush, aside from two voices far off))

Voice:((faint)) "What?"

Voice #2:((faint)) "Um..."

Jason:((voice)) "What do you mean?" ((Alfred looks down towards left)) "I thought this worked."

Sailor:((voice)) "Is that really what's gonna happen?"

Alfred:((looking towards lower right of shot)) "It's going to cause a field around us that's different than before. One that looks different." ((cut to Jason looking a bit unnerved, looking up towards upper right of frame in Alfred's direction)) "You'll look around and things will look different. This has happened before." ((cut to Sailor, facial expression denotes uneasiness and terror)) "You'll fee different too, and the entire deck will change in shape." ((his face contorts)) "It will look like shifting forward then not."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "What?" ((Sailor looks towards left, then back towards Alfred's voice))

Jason:((voice)) "What do you mean shifting forward?"

Voice #3:((faint)) "Shifting?" ((cut to close up of Alfred, a controlled expression as he looks downwards to left at Jason off camera))

Jason:((voice)) "Like actually moving? Am I going to move?" ((Alfred shakes his head))

Alfred: "No not like that. Like you're moving but not moving." ((cut to close up of Jason complete confusion, looking up towards right upper frame)) "Like the boat is moving, only you'll be able to see it without looking through a porthole or being on deck."

Voice #2:((faint)) "Ok."

Voice:((faint)) "Fine."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Alright."

Jason:((blinks)) "Fine."

Alfred:((voice))((across the bay)) "There isn't anything to be concerned about as long as you all work together." ((cut to Philadelphia Man, standing looking to the left of shot, a little nervous towards Alfred's voice)) "It's up to you to time this together. We only have one chance and I want all of you to work as a team." ((cut to close up of Sailor #2, looking concerned towards shot, Alfred P.O.V., the silhouettes of other sailors seen out of focus behind him looking towards shot)) "No messing around, and no talking." ((rigidly)) "You are to follow our instructions only, do you understand?" ((Sailor #2 nods while the other three respond in kind, as well as much of the bay))

Voices:((in unison, with Sailor #2 as well)) "Yes." ((and some)) "Yeah." ((and one)) "Yeah ok."

Jason:((voice)) "Yes but - " ((cut to Jason close up, looking towards Alfred off camera towards upper right of shot)) "I don't want to make any mistakes, but I've never worked with this before." ((cut to Alfred very nervous expression towards Jason off camera lower left of shot)) "Is there going to be a problem if I do make a mistake."

Alfred: "Yes. This is a problem. You need to be aware that this could cause a detonation." ((cut to Jason previous, wide eyed)) "This could blow up the entire ship and us with it."

Voice #2:((faint)) "The fuck!" ((Philadelphia Man reacts))

Voice #4:((faint)) "Like - like a fuckin' bomb?" ((there are other hushes voices from around the bay, as Jason's eyes veer in their direction))

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Keep it down there! Keep it down!"

Alfred:((voice))((continuing)) "You have to stay here, and make sure this doesn't happen. " ((Jason looks back towards upper right of frame)) "Our lives depend on it as well as the crew's." ((cut to Philadelphia Man tense)) "You are not allowed to leave this room for the duration of all of the experiment. No talking, no leaving, you are not allowed to do anything else but this. Is that clear?" ((cut to Jason, nodding to upper right of frame without speaking, though there are many voices that respond verbally))

Voices:((in near unison)) "Yes." ((some grumbling))

Sailor:((voice)) "Yes." ((Jason's eyes turn off camera nervously in the direction of Sailor))

Alfred:((voice)) "That's good." ((cut to Alfred looking towards the right of the shot, scanning across the bay off camera)) "I will be on the upper deck, then the bridge to observe. I am going to say this one time." ((cut to shot closer up, stern and resolute, though not cruel)) "Don't mess up today." ((cut to over the right shoulder Alfred, showing the entire bay and the long vertical tube barely visible to the right of the shot, various men all standing in either coveralls or white and blue sailor uniforms, some on the main deck of the bay, others on the gang plank above leaning over and witnessing. Philadelphia Man stands to the left of Alfred, looking towards him, then across the bay as well)) "We're all counting on you. Good luck." ((he turns about face and walks past the shot, and can be heard exiting the oval door hatch, and ascending the flight of metal stairs, the entire bay of sailors and crewmen hushed and fixed upon his departure. As his steps become faint, Jason, now revealed after being obscured by Alfred, breaks the ice))

Jason: "Ok, well - " ((the entire bay now his audience))((cut to Philadelphia Man, close up looking down to lower right)) "Anyone know how to make this work without blowing it up?" ((chuckles, though some voices react differently. Philadelphia Man stands un-amused, out of character for him))

Voice #4:((faint)) "Fuck off."

Voice #3:((faint)) "Jason shut up."

Voice #5:((faint)) "Fuck you damn kid." ((Philadelphia Man reacts looking right of shot))

Philadelphia Man: "Knock it off!" ((looks back down towards Jason lower left)) "Just do your job Jason." ((cut to Jason up close, looking upward past shot to right)) "I don't need to die for this alright?"

Jason:((pausing then nodding once)) "Ok." ((cut to Sailor #2 looking towards left of shot, in the direction of Philadelphia Man)) "But I'm just not sure what do with this. It's just valves that put pressure on the center?" ((cut to close up of Sailor, looking to left, confused expression)) "How do I know if I'm doing it wrong? Or if I'm right?" ((cut to Jason up close, facing up towards the shot looming overheard, Philadelphia Man P.O.V.)) "We have no manual, nothing like a guide - " ((shakes head)) "- they said it works but - " ((pausing, turns towards Sailor #2 off camera)) " - you said that any current of electricity outgoing is bad - " ((scans to Sailor #2, kneeling with Sailor above him along the deck, both on their knees along the horizontal tube with blue metal wheel valves showing)) " - that anything we do like that is dangerous and can kill us right?"

Sailor:((looking at him, alarmed)) "Yeah."

Voice #6:((faint)) "It is!"

Voice #7:((faint)) "Fuck yeah it is!" ((Sailor #2 reacting, turning back towards Jason, formulating)) "Look I said a lot of things." ((cut to close up of Philadelphia Man, looking down, troubled)) "But these guys are scientists, and are from the government. Why would they lie and put us in danger?" ((cut to Sailor #2 looking towards left of shot towards Jason off camera)) "And they're aboard. It's not like they're going to leave us holding the bag on this without holding it too."

Sailor:((voice)) "Didn't you say it's bad though?" ((Sailor #2 looks down, knowing he had and showing it on his face)) "Like bad like we're going to die bad." ((he peers left sheepishly towards Sailor off camera)) "I know you did." ((cut to Sailor up close looking left of shot)) "You did say that."

Philadelphia Man:((voice))((raising)) "It doesn't make any difference." ((Sailor looks in his direction, clearly showing otherwise))

Sailor:((voice raising as well)) "Whaddya mean it doesn't make any difference?" ((nodding towards Sailor #2 then looking back towards Philadelphia Man)) "He said it would go wrong!"

Sailor #2:((voice)) "No I didn't say that. " ((Sailor's expression incredulous looking to immediate left)) "I said it would just go bad for us."

Sailor:((a little offended)) "Oh like that's different!"

Voice #3:((faint))((cut to Philadelphia Man grimacing towards the right of the shot, then the lower left of shot at Sailor)) "Holy shit."

Sailor:((voice)) "Like that's any different when we're still gonna get fucked over. It's not gonna be different!" ((Philadelphia Man shakes head))

Philadelphia Man:((cross)) "It doesn't make any difference because we're under orders and we're going to do what we're told." ((cut to close up of Sailor looking angrily to the left of the shot towards Sailor #2, then Philadelphia Man)) "Now quit getting mad about it and keep your eyes peeled for something going wrong."

Sailor:((voice louder)) "It is wrong! We're gonna get electrocuted or something!"

Sailor #2:((voice)) "No." ((Sailor now looking very unhinged towards Sailor #2 to the left off camera))

Sailor: "No? Now no? Are you kidding?"

Voice #4:((faint)) "Fuck you."

Sailor: "Are you fuckin' kidding?"

Sailor #2:((voice)) "No no look it doesn't work that way - "

Voice #4:((faint)) "What?"

Sailor:((explodes)) "No it does!" ((cut to close up of Philadelphia Man face now tightening in anger)) "It matters! You're saying it like it's going to happen and now it won't? Come on!"

Voice #6:((faint)) "Bullshit."

Philadelphia Man: "Don't talk about it."

Sailor:((voice)) "No! This is wrong!" ((cut to close up of Jason looking to his right, nervously)) "We're gonna get fuckin' killed!"

Sailor #2:((voice))((calmly)) "No we're not."

Sailor:((voice)) "Why the fuck wouldn't we it's eighty volts a second for twenty minutes!"

Philadelphia Man:((voice))((Jason eyeing up towards the upper right of shot towards Philadelphia Man)) "Just shut up, it's not gonna be bad."

Sailor:((voice)) "We're gonna get shocked a lot this is fucked up!"

Voice #7: "Shut up!"

Voice #6: "Shut up Thomlin."

Thomlin:((formerly Sailor))((voice))"No!"

Sailor #2:((voice))((calm))((cut to close up of Philadelphia Man, reaching his boiling point)) "It's gonna be fine!"

Thomlin:((voice)) "No it won't!"

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Yes it will!" ((a small bell and with a whistle pierces the argument as Philadelphia Man looks towards the left of the shot towards a wall mounted intercom shown previously.

((cut to zooming in quickly to a wall mounted intercom with a horn attached to speak into facing the shot when the voice of a man answers with a Kentucky accent, speaking alongside the intercom. He applies his left hand to a lever, pressing it into the direction of TALK . He is 37 1/2 years old, and Caucasian))

Kentucky Man:((voice)) "Engine." ((he applies the lever towards the words LISTEN))

Captain:((voice)) "Engine stand by for first test."

Kentucky Man:((voice))((reapplies lever to TALK )) "Aye sir."

((cut to close up of Jon, over the left shoulder Captain, facing towards the intercom on the wall of the bridge, to the right of the shot, Jon to the left leaning in to speak))

Jon:((applying lever)) "Engine this is the executive officer, stand by for first test." ((he applies lever opposite))

Kentucky Man:((voice)) "Standing by aye."

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Jon:((takes hand off intercom lever)) "At your command sir."

Captain:((nodding, turns towards the left of the shot, left side of face shown as he addressed a party off camera)) "Any time."

Roger:((voice)) "By all means." ((Captain nods once more, and turns towards Jon, now back in focus looking towards him))

Captain: "Begin the first test." ((Jon nods, as Captain reaches in towards the intercom switch with his right hand))((cut to wide shot of Engine Room, very open bay with two large diesel engines that face towards the shot, the cam shafts extending into the foreground of the shot. There are five sailors shown, all wearing blue coveralls. All but two are Caucasian, with one standing near the intercom and horn along the right side of the shot)) "All stations, this is the Captain, begin first test, electricity." ((cut to external shot, along the main deck facing the bow of the shop where a long shaft's shadow can be seen extending from the top of the deck, looming ominously and stuck against the sun, its shadow like a sundial. Two sailors stand at the very tip of the bow, their backs to the shot as the sound of the intercom can be heard)) "Repeat all stations this is the Captain, begin first test electricity."

Jon:((cut to close up of Jon facing towards left skew shot, hand on the intercom switch and speaking into the horn)) "All stations this is the executive officer, begin first test electricity. Repeat this is the executive officer begin first test electricity." ((he lets his hand off the lever))

Philadelphia Man:((cut to Jason close up, now standing and facing past the shot as the voice of Sailor #2 can be heard speaking after Philadelphia Man))((voice)) "Bay three beginning test electricity."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Set...one...two...set Test fail. " ((Jason looks confused))

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Try one more time."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "Set... " ((cut to close up of Sailor #2 looking down to lower right of shot, the rest of the bay behind him)) "...one...two. set." ((nods, and looks up past shot)) "Test is go."

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Bay three set." ((cut to close up of Jon, hand on the lever of the intercom, as Philadelphia Man continues to be heard)) "Test is go." ((Jon applies the lever to TALK ))

Jon: "Understood 3, stand by." ((he sets the lever back as Philadelphia Man responds))

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Aye sir." ((Jon looks off past the shot))

Jason:((cut to close up of Jason, eyes squinting in the direction of left of shot, expression very estranged)) "Did you just see?"

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "What is it?"

Sailor:((voice)) "What?"

Jason:((blinks, lips curled)) "I thought I saw someone standing there."

Sailor #2:((voice)) "What?"

Thomlin:((voice)) "Where?"

Jason:((pointing past shot right hand towards left of shot)) "Right over there." ((cut to Jason P.O.V. showing Sailor #2 kneeling down before a horizontal tube, the shaft of a much larger vertical tube shown to the right the color of blue just out of shot)) "He was standing there looking at me." ((the bay towards the P.O.V. is almost entirely vacant, aside from three other sailors, one in coveralls, the other two in uniforms looking towards the center of the shot then back past shot, then back down to their own posts))

Sailor #2:((looking behind him towards the other three)) "What?" ((cut to close up of Sailor #2 looking past shot, left side of face)) "Where?"

Jason:((voice)) "He was right behind you. He was wearing a white sailors outfit." ((Sailor #2 squints))((cut to close up of Jason looking past the shot to the left)) "I just blink and he's gone."

Philadelphia Man:((voice)) "Stop that, we're testing."

Jason:((turning briefly towards intercom and Philadelphia Man)) "I'm serious!" ((cut to Philadelphia Man, directly next to intercom hand on the lever though not applying, he is gazing towards Jason over his right shoulder)) "He was right there and now he's not!"

Thomlin:((voice)) "Stop." ((Philadelphia Man impatient))

Jason:((voice)) "No how did you not see him?"

Captain:((voice over intercom)) "All stations, this is the Captain. Begin test, valve." ((cut to Sailor #2 looking past shot towards Jason off camera near center)) "Repeat, all stations this is the Captain. Begin test valve." ((Sailor #2 nodding past shot towards Jason))

Sailor #2: "That's you." ((cut to close up of Jason, nervous expression))

Philadelphia Man:((voice))((directed at Jason)) "Get over there. Comon'." ((Jason walks towards shot, though troubled by what he's seen))

((cut to close up of Jason, now alongside Sailor #2, to his left as Jason kneels before shot, his hands below the frame. The silhouette of Thomlin entering the shot to Jason's left along the horizontal tube at the base of the frame)) "Just get ready."

Jon:((voice over intercom)) "All stations this is the executive officer." ((cut to Philadelphia Man looking past shot, hand resting upon the lever lightly of the intercom)) "Begin test valve. Repeat all stations this is the executive officer. Begin test valve."

((cut to Jason P.O.V. as his left and right hands rest upon a blue metal pressure valve, shaped like a wheel with tooth grooves along its rim. It is connected by a joint to two horizontal pipes meeting. Sailor #2 to the right of the shot closer to an electrical relay off camera, while Thomlin is to the shot's left where his hands are shown upon another valve of the same style a foot and a half away. Jason begins to turn the valve slightly, just until it clicks. There are voices of sailors in the Bay who tests their valves, acknowledging each in a numerical order))

Voice: "Valve one, go."

Voice #2: ((cut to Jason close up, facing towards lower frame of shot)) "Valve two, go."

Voice #3: "Valve three, go."

Voice #4: "Valve four, go."

Voice #5: "Valve five, go."

Voice #6: "Valve six, go."

Jason:((looking up past shot towards Philadelphia Man)) "Valve seven, go."

Thomlin:((voice)) "Valve eight, go."

Voice #7: "Valve nine, go."

Voice #8: "Valve ten, go." ((cut to Jason close up, looking down at lower frame, then right of shot doing a double take))

Voice #9: "Valve eleven, go." ((cut to Jason P.O.V. showing an older man in a white formal United States Navy uniform, standing in the bay and looking towards the shot yelling aloud but with no sound, screaming the words ' DON ' T DO IT ' desperately before vanishing in a BLIIIIPP as the voices continue to speak))

Voice #10: "Valve twelve, go."

Voice #11: "Valve thirteen, go." ((the P.O.V. moves to the right, showing Sailor #2 the horizontal tube connected to an electrical relay that he is kneeling before. He gazes up to look at the shot and Jason, confused))

Jason:((voice)) "Did you see that?"

Sailor #2:((looking at shot)) "What?"

Voice #12: "Valve fourteen, go."

Jason:((voice)) "He was right there!"

Voice #13: "Valve fifteen, go."

Sailor #2: "Who?"

Jason:((cut to Jason close up looking back to right of shot)) "That man he was right there!" ((beckoning with his head to the right of the shot))

Voice #14: "Valve sixteen, go."

Georgia Sailor: ((cut to close up, the vertical shaft a sailor with blue eyes and blonde hair, roughly 22 years old and has a Georgia accent standing alongside the vertical shaft. Along its base is a blue pressure valve shaped like a wheel, that he twists until it clicks. He looks past the shot to the right towards Philadelphia Man)) "Valve seventeen, go."

((cut to Philadelphia Man alongside the intercom and speaks into the horn, first flicking the lever to TALK . He is about to speak, and then cuts to Jon close up, over the left shoulder of Captain))

Philadelphia Man:((voice over intercom)) "Bay three is go." ((Jon finger on the lever lifting up from LISTEN . He nods past the shot towards the Captain's figure))

Jon: "We're ready to go."

Captain:((voice)) "Very good." ((turns to the left of the shot, addressing the four individuals on the bridge)) "We'll begin the experiment now." ((cut to wide shot of bridge, standing from left Roger, Alfred, Steven, and Johnathan, standing facing the shot towards Captain and Jon, their backs towards the starboard side of the vessel.)) "Deliver message to shore, we are proceeding with the experiment."

Crewman:((voice)) "Aye. Eldridge to shore - " ((cut to close up of Steven, a very troubled expression facing past the right of the shot)) " - we are proceeding with objective scheduled now."

((cut to Bay where Jason is still kneeling beside the pressure valve, camera facing him, as the sound of the intercom can be heard and with it a voice from another point found on land, and echoes through the bay.))

Voice from land:((voice over intercom))((man Caucasian, roughly 42 years old)) "We receive you. Countdown at your mark. Begin countdown at ten seconds from now."

Crewman:((voice over intercom))"Countdown from ten. Ten - "

Voice from land:((voice over intercom)) "Time to ignite."

Crewman:((voice over intercom)) "Five - four \- one - nine seconds - " ((cut to Philadelphia Man looking to left of shot, finger on intercom lever)) " - seven - " ((cut to Roger looking directly at the shot as the Crewman continues the countdown, his voice localized to the left of shot)) " - six - "

Roger: "Ignite Reactor, go valve seven."

Philadelphia Man:((cut to zooming in close up of a pressure valve in bay three being twisted open by Georgia Sailor)) "Aye seven."

Crewman:((voice over intercom))((cut to Steven up close, worried expression)) "Five - four - " ((shot slides left, revealing Roger looking forward))

Roger: "Ignite valve 2, brace for impact."

Philadelphia Man:((cut to zooming close up of a Caucasian Man's hand, twisting a pressure wheel on a horizontal tube quickly until it clicks)) "Two aye."

Crewman:((voice over intercom)) " - three - " ((cut to Jon up close, standing beside the intercom and hand upon the lever, looking past the shot rising as Captain turns about as well, both facing out overlooking the bow, their expressions changed, as Crewman's voice is localized to the left of shot)) " - two - "

Roger:((voice)) "Ignite valve one - " ((cut to facing through the bridge window, P.O.V. Captain revealing a small rod protruding from the main deck between the window and the bow, glowing purple and yellow, and beginning to coalesce)) " - brace for release of valve." ((there is a sudden charge from the top of the shaft, traveling out forwards past the bow in the form of a yellow green line, perfectly horizontal as the foreground begins to ripple and flow outwards, revealing the seascape akin to a droplet striking a surface of water, as the wave then travels around the vessel and the front of the bow, two sailors at the bow reacting and reeling back))((cut to close up of the Captain, staring past shot towards left in stunned awe, as the voice of Roger can be heard.))

Roger: "Brace..." ((cut to Jon close up facing past the shot, transfixed upon the bow, past the camera lens. The sound was like a balloon inflating, as though the vessel herself was within a large lung.))

((cut to Steven up close, staring past the shot in amazement, the shadow of the rippling across his face the light dimming. His amazement begins to change as his shoulders raise and his gaze pitches back to the ceiling))

((cut to Alfred, reaction the same, eyes widen as the sound overtakes the surroundings as well as the rippling continues, the light dimming across his features))

((cut to Johnathan close up, a look of horror his reaction twisted as the rippling shadow is on his face as well, as the light has dimmed significantly since showing Jon and the Captain))

((cut to Captain close up facing to left of shot paused, as his features remain locked, Jon behind him, his gaze fearful, as a radio breaks through the breathing sound surrounding them))

Voice from land:((voice, crackling)) "Eldridge crew come back over." ((Captain frozen, the voice of Crewman breaking the pause of one second, the only light a current of blue and yellow light, arcing beyond the shot and projected upon the bridge.))

Crewman:((voice)) "Sir?" ((Captain blinks, Jon continues to look past the shot, after gazing towards Crewman only briefly. Captain looks away, but only for a second.))

Captain: "Say standby." ((he looks back towards the bridge window))

Crewman:((voice)) "Aye." ((cut to over the shoulder, Steven, facing out over the bridge of the Eldridge as through the windows it is pitched black with a tunnel before them that is very vast, long, twisting to the left at its face and very GREEEEN and blue in color arcing with energy the colors pink and yellow)) "Standby over." ((a voice objected of a man 38 years old and from California, Caucasian and very serious, and intercuts over the scene.))

38 year old man:((voice)) "Right. I get it. Just stop."

Jason:((voice)) "What? Wait!"

((cut to a set of Caucasian hands atop a wooden desk in a very small room, another pair to the left of shot folded upon the table. Beneath them a small set of folders, while the set to the right drops a fountain pen angrily upon the surface of the folders, one upon with his own writing upon it. Both hands lay their palms upon the wooden desk. Nearby there is an ashtray made of tin that is a quarter full of filter-less cigarette ends and gray ash. There is one smoldering, the its unlit tip protruding from within the ashtray as the set of hands to the right of shot uses its right to extinguish the cigarette.))

38 year old man:((voice)) "Just be honest, what really happened?" ((as the cigarette is extinguished, the scene cuts to black))
