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The Man Down Below
The Man Down Below
Written by
Gwendoline Caradec
FADE IN:
UNDERWATER.
Two others.
A TRAWL NET.
The net gains on them and pulls up, dragging a good hundred
of them inside.
And suddenly...
GUERRERO
(Spanish accent)
We got another bird!
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
The wing is broken. Look.
ANDERSON
It’s fucked. Chuck it.
GUERRERO
If we dumped the offal from
starboard instead of-
ANDERSON
Do it.
GUERRERO
The captain said we would-
ANDERSON
I fucking know what the captain
said. What do you want me to say?
Just do it.
Guerrero hesitates.
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Now.
Mark goes back to his spot by the pile of fish, sinks back to
his knees.
MARK
(Scottish)
Fuck’s sake.
Mark doesn't look at anyone. His eyes are down on his work.
His movements are fast and precise.
TREMBLAY
Give us a hand with that.
TREMBLAY
Damn. Too close to the engines.
ANDERSON
(O.S.)
Jesus fucking Christ!
Mark and Tremblay look at each other. And they both run out.
The deckhands are grouped around the second net, gasping and
chattering. Tremblay has already run to the scene.
TREMBLAY
What the hell is that?
GUERRERO
It’s a man!
TREMBLAY
It’s not a man, look at it!
GUERRERO
Did someone call the nurse?
Mark elbows his way through the crowd, stretches his neck.
CORWELL
Craniosynostosis.
GUERRERO
What are you doing?
CORWELL
My job. What are you doing?
CORWELL (CONT’D)
Syndactyly.
He turns back to the head of the Newcomer, whose eyes are now
OPEN WIDE.
Tremblay giggles.
TREMBLAY
Oh, that was manly.
CORWELL
Thank you, Mr Tremblay.
(to the Newcomer)
It’s okay. We fished you out of the
water. You were in the ocean.
6.
The Newcomer looks at the crew with round, blue eyes. His
head turns sharp and fast, like a bird's.
CORWELL (CONT’D)
Can you talk? Do you speak English?
CORWELL (CONT’D)
Do you remember anything? Your
name? Can you remember your name?
ANDERSON
What the fuck is that?
CAPTAIN
(O.S.)
All right, fellas! Everybody out!
CORWELL
(O.S.)
You too. Sir.
And the captain stumbles out too, the door slamming behind
him. He notices Mark and clears his throat.
CAPTAIN
Enough gawking, Rutherford! Get
back to work!
Silence again.
Mark stares at the closed door like it's calling for him. He
takes a step towards it.
And another.
Another step.
Mark works, eyes down. Picking up one of the big, heavy fish
and throwing it sideways into a crate.
ANDERSON
Rutherford?
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
All right, Rutherford?
TREMBLAY
Fucking nutter.
Silence.
The woman gets up and walks towards him slowly. She hands him
the baby.
MARK
No. Please, no.
GUERRERO
Mr Rutherford?
And the woman and the baby vanish. The armchair and the
fireplace, gone too.
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
Mr Rutherford, sir?
Guerrero jumps down from his bunk and stands before Mark's
bunk awkwardly.
MARK
What?
GUERRERO
Are you okay, sir?
MARK
Aye.
MARK (CONT’D)
What?
GUERRERO
Nothing.
9.
ANDERSON
Oi! Concentrate.
CORWELL
Insomnia, huh?
MARK
Or something like that. I can’t
sleep. Get migraines. And I...
see... things.
Corwell frowns.
CORWELL
Things? Shapes and colours?
MARK
Aye, shapes and... colours. Look,
can you give me something or what?
CORWELL
I can give you Paracetamol or
something for sea-sickness. Other
than that, if you cut yourself, I
can give you a plaster. That’s the
extent of my resources.
The ship’s horn BLARES twice. Both Mark and Corwell sway on
their feet.
CORWELL (CONT’D)
Are we turning?
CORWELL
What’s going on?
CAPTAIN
We’re done fishing.
CORWELL
Can I talk to you in private? Sir?
CORWELL
That is not what we agreed on!
CAPTAIN
What do you want me to say? The
figures speak for themselves.
CORWELL
Just for a few more hundreds, you’d
send him to some poacher you’ve
never even met before? Why not
straight to the butcher’s?
CAPTAIN
Don’t you go all ‘moral high
ground’ on me. You just wanna slice
him open and poke around inside.
CORWELL
No. I just want-
CAPTAIN
What the hell gave you the idea
you’ve got a say in this, nurse?
CAPTAIN (CONT’D)
My ship. My catch. My decision.
Mark and Guerrero come down from the deck, carrying a case
full of crushed ice.
GUERRERO
What are you doing?
TREMBLAY
Come check out the Elephant Man!
GUERRERO
Just leave him alone. Please.
HYENA
(imitating Guerrero)
“Please!”
TREMBLAY
C'mon, that's mean.
(to Guerrero)
All right, Amigo?
GUERRERO
Fuck off!
HYENA
Ooooh!
TREMBLAY
Come and see, then!
Hyena and Tremblay step aside to let him look. Guerrero steps
forward and looks and -
GUERRERO
No!
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
No, please! Let me out! Please!
He opens his eyes again. Boy and skinhead are gone. He turns
back to the cabin’s door. Guerrero, still trapped. Mark steps
forward to help...
ANDERSON
What the fuck are you doing?
Guerrero rushes out, gasping, and stands tall - not very tall
- wiping away his tears.
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
(to Guerrero)
Back to work.
GUERRERO
Bastards!
ANDERSON
Now.
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Do this again and I'll throw you
overboard, is that clear?
TREMBLAY
Clear, yeah.
ANDERSON
What are you looking at?
Thinking hard.
Crushing harder.
The ice pick escapes him and clangs on the floor. His fist
slams into the block of ice.
Blinks.
Blinks.
14.
Looks right.
Looks left.
No one there.
Carefully kneels.
Mark freezes.
The Newcomer raises his own hands until they’re level with
Mark’s. Only a few inches shy of touching palms.
GUERRERO
Rutherford?
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
I...
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
I keep seeing my mother.
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
She didn’t... she’s not well. I
shouldn’t have left her.
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
You see things too. I know you do.
He hesitates.
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
What do you see?
MARK
My son.
GUERRERO
Is he waiting for you at home?
MARK
He’s dead.
GUERRERO
Oh. I’m sorry.
MARK
I killed him.
GUERRERO
Your son?
MARK
He was, uh... had... difficulties.
Learning difficulties. And I kept
pushing him. I wanted him to be
normal. I just... I wanted him to
be normal.
MARK (CONT’D)
And one day, he asked me to come
pick him up from school. He knew
the way, it wasn’t far, and I
wanted him to walk home on his own.
17.
GUERRERO
It’s that man. The sea man? I think
he’s trying to shame us.
MARK
Actually, I don’t think he’s trying
to do anything.
GUERRERO
What if...
MARK
He won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt
him. He’s a person.
GUERRERO
Yeah. Of course. Of course.
He reaches for the handle and pushes the door open. Mark
comes closer, looks inside over Guerrero's shoulder.
MARK
Fuck.
18.
GUERRERO
Rutherford?
Shuffling.
GUERRERO (CONT’D)
Mark?
MARK
Aye, just give us a minute. Trying
to get the lights back.
GUERRERO
Did you feel that?
MARK
Get the captain. Now.
GUERRERO
He’s loose, sir! The sea man.
Cabin’s empty. He’s gone.
Off.
Off.
Off.
MARK
Ahh, shit!
Off.
Hurried footsteps.
ANDERSON
(O.S.)
You! Lights! Go!
Off.
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Rutherford!
MARK
Aye!
ANDERSON
All right?
MARK
Aye.
ANDERSON
Anyone else with you?
MARK
No.
ANDERSON
Guerrero?
MARK
Went to get the Captain.
ANDERSON
(to the DECKHAND)
The lights! Today, not next year!
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Did you see it?
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Where did it go? Did you see it?
MARK
Saw fuck all, with those lights.
GUERRERO
Captain and five men are on deck.
Make sure he doesn’t go for a dive.
ANDERSON
We need people checking the cabins
and someone in the engine room.
Moore, Williams, with me.
Rutherford, down below. Go!
GUERRERO
What do I do?
ANDERSON
Stay out of our way.
MARK
Come on.
Roaring storm.
GUERRERO
He doesn’t trust me. With anything.
MARK
What?
GUERRERO
Mr Anderson.
MARK
I don’t think that’s what it is.
CLANG!
BANG!
The door SLAMS OPEN and Tremblay rushes in. He freezes, takes
in the scene, then shouts back up the companionway.
TREMBLAY
In here! We’ve got him!
MARK
No, wait!
Too late.
TREMBLAY
Good job, Scottie!
MARK
Wait!
TEAR.
ANDERSON
Fucking hell!
ANDERSON
Make sure they have weapons up
there. Go.
MARK
No, don’t-
ANDERSON
Go!
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Right. We need to drive him outside
so the others can get him.
MARK
Weapons are a bad idea. I wasn’t
armed and he was calming down.
ANDERSON
Like hell he was!
CAPTAIN
Okay people! Absolute last resort!
Like if you’re about to die! The
one that kills him owes me 50 000
bucks! Is that clear?
CAPTAIN (CONT’D)
What the hell is up with that
weather! Came out of nowhere!
CORWELL
Well, maybe if our radio was
working it wouldn’t have come out
of nowhere!
CAPTAIN
Oh, careful, Nurse Jackie!
And then:
ANDERSON
Over here!
Mark, running.
GUERRERO
Look out!
ANDERSON
Man overboard!
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Help!
Mark turns - the Newcomer gone - and staggers up the last few
steps to the deck.
The BOY flashes in front of his eyes, face bashed and bloody,
superimposed over the blurred scene on the deck.
Guerrero’s cross.
CAPTAIN
Miguel Francesco Guerrero. We
didn’t know you very well, I’m
afraid. Not well enough. But your
life with us will be remembered.
Mark pulls the little cross from his pocket and looks at it.
He glances at Anderson. A closed face.
CAPTAIN (CONT’D)
You will be missed by your family,
your parents, your siblings - hem -
if you had any. And by us all.
MARK
Look-
ANDERSON
Fuck off.
CAPTAIN
Farewell, kid.
The Newcomer sits slumped against the back wall. Wrists and
ankles still bound.
MARK
Fuck.
The Newcomer stares at Mark, with his round eyes and sharp
movements. He tentatively moves closer and rests his head on
Mark’s shoulder.
LATER.
MARK (CONT’D)
(O.S.)
Anderson.
Stands slowly.
MARK (CONT’D)
What are you doing?
MARK (CONT’D)
Anderson, think about it. You don’t
want to do that.
ANDERSON
He was twenty-five years old!
MARK
I know.
28.
ANDERSON
Twenty-five! His mother is waiting
for him at home!
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
That. Fucking. Monster.
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
You think that’s gonna stop me? You
care more about that thing than you
did about the boy!
Mark notices.
MARK
What are you seeing?
ANDERSON
I’ll kill you, too.
MARK
It was an accident, Anderson. It
wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t
anyone’s fault.
Mark grabs his arm and PUSHES him back into the bulkhead.
MARK (CONT’D)
I’m done. I’m done.
ANDERSON
Move!
MARK
No.
Mark staggers and goes down. Anderson regains his balance and
waits for Mark to fight back.
Looks at Mark.
ANDERSON
Rutherford?
Mark blinks.
Mark gasps.
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Fuck. Don’t move. I’ll get Corwell.
He starts to get up, but Mark grabs his sleeve and holds him
there. He reaches shakily into his pocket and pulls out
Guerrero’s cross. Hands it to Anderson.
30.
Anderson kneels next to him, raises the ice pick. And starts
attacking the ropes with it.
The Newcomer rushes to Mark’s side. Runs his hands over the
wound. Panicked. Powerless.
MARK
Go.
MARK (CONT’D)
Now. Go. Please.
The Newcomer rests his head against Mark’s chest. Mark lifts
his hand and touches the Newcomer’s head.
Dead.
And then...
Footsteps approaching.
ANDERSON
Go.
ANDERSON (CONT’D)
Go!
And goes.
Exhales.
FADE OUT.
32.
Learning to Write
Well, as might be expected from a practical writing course full of exercises and
workshops, mistakes were made and stuff was learnt. No, not stuff. Stuff is boring, said
Colin. Structure was learnt. Structure and dramatic storytelling. Precision, discipline, and
other such firm-sounding words, said Andy.
I thoroughly enjoyed learning all about dramatic structure, about beats. Giant beats,
medium beats, baby beats. I used to break down my stories in post-its. A post-it could
be a single scene, it could be a sequence, it could be as concise as 'the bar scene' or as
descriptive as 'X walks into his flat to find this and that has been done by such and such
and then he says so and so to such and such because he feels this and that shouldn't have
been done". I found it much more interesting and efficient to look at a story in terms of
beats. Being able to sort out the big beats from the tiny little ones will make my stories'
rhythm more seamless, and my outlines much more readable.
The schematic outline taught by Blake Snyder in his Save the Cat! is especially helpful to
keep a handle on the big picture. Whenever I get stuck on a story, my first reflex will now
be to take out a piece of paper, divide it in three and start filling in the major beats, the big
pieces of furniture to put in their proper place before even thinking of putting the
paintings up.
Another shock was how fast the work has to be delivered. I have never been good at
coming up with ideas fast. It takes me months to develop my characters and my plot. At
first it seemed impossible to do it in a week. To an extent, I still feel like I was rushed and
I could have done better with more time. But this is the thing. You don't get more time in
this industry. It is fast-paced, and content needs to be good straight away, and much
better a week later. This is something I will need to work on more. This was round one.
Now for round two.