The Ocean: Script

The script went through five drafts throughout 2013, beginning with two versions of a screenplay and followed by three versions of a shooting script. There are ten scenes, all exterior, and two characters.

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Characters and story © 2013 by Andrew Dunlop, 1984.

THE OCEAN

 

A script by ANDREW DUNLOP

 

Third Draft © SEPTEMBER 3 2013

 

CUT IN:

EXT. BLACK MATTE

The serene sound of water and gently blowing wind.

WAVES ROLLING, up and down and the lack of any sound of surf breaking TELL US that WE are far from shore–possibly in the middle of a great body of water.

WE HEAR the water splashing against the hard vinyl sides of an object.

WE HEAR breathing–gasping–growing louder.

And then–

BOWMAN (V.O.)
(gruff, exhausted)
Stay the fuck away from me, Carter!

 

CUT TO:

EXT. RAFT — DAY

MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN, an unkempt man, BOWMAN sits against one side of a black, octagonal life raft grasping a 6″ fixed-blade serrated knife in his right hand and clutching a wound on his lower right side with the left hand.

Bowman is dirty-looking, exhausted and sleep-deprived. His beard is growing in and his hair is ragged and wild, held back only by a small black handkerchief tied around his head.

BLOOD STAINS are visible across his khaki Naval service uniform, which in addition to being filthy, is
tattered and torn.

BOWMAN (CONT’D)
You got that?

 

Blood emanates from the wound he is clutching, gushing beneath his fingers.

BRIGHT, HOT SUNLIGHT, forces Bowman to squint and constantly break eye contact with the passenger sitting across from him, presumably behind the CAMERA.

The sun cooks his already damaged skin, leaving painful burns on exposed areas.

REVERSE ANGLE, sitting comfortably across from Bowman is CARTER. Also wearing a Naval service uniform, Carter’s appearance is less ragged: Still dirty-looking and exhausted but with a stronger and more confident posture.

CARTER
(laughs)
What’s wrong now, Bowman? Don’t appreciate my company anymore?

 

BOWMAN
You make me sick.
(pause)
The way you smile, the sound of your laugh–that look in your eyes–

 

Carter’s sleeves and pants are rolled up, rather than torn. His skin is sun burnt.

CLOSE-UP — WOUND, Carter’s attention drifts from Bowman’s words to his bloody wound.

TIGHT ANGLE ON CARTER, his hungry gaze fixates on Bowman’s degrading physical ailment.

BOWMAN (CONT’D)
Stop! Stop staring at me like that!

 

CARTER
Like what?

 

BOWMAN
Like that.
(emphasizes)
Stop staring at me like that.
(pause)
Just–stop.

 

CARTER
(jokingly)
Stop sitting in my field of view.
(smiles)

 

Bowman sags with exhaustion–as if he has been enduring Carter’s disturbing behavior for some time–an amount of time that WE
are unaware of.

TWO SHOT, Bowman and Carter are in a stand-off.

BOWMAN
Fuck you, Carter. What’s
there to look at anyway?

 

CARTER
The waves, the clouds, the curvature of the earth…the pathetic breakdown of a painfully desperate shipmate–long past his expiration date.

 

BOWMAN
Go to hell.

 

CARTER
Well, might I.

 

BOWMAN
No, I mean it. If you think, for one second, that I’ll let you–
(stops self)
you can go fuck yourself.

 

CARTER
(sarcastic)
That’s original.

 

BOWMAN
I’m serious.

 

CARTER
I’m sure you are.

 

BOWMAN
I am.

 

CARTER
I bet. I bet You’ll get right off your ass and stab me to death, right?

 

BOWMAN
I’ll cut your fucking heart out.

 

CARTER
Oh yeah? Then what are you waiting for?

 

BOWMAN
(confused)
What?

 

CARTER
Well, you’ve got the only knife.

 

BOWMAN
I won’t murder you. I don’t want to be a killer.

 

CARTER
Now, now, Bowman, I’m sure some part of you wants to be. I know you’ve already thought about doing it. Or at least how to do it.
(long pause)
You’ve thought about where to stab me to inflict the most damage; how to push my arms out of the way to get a clean strike…

 

BOWMAN
(interrupting)
No–that’s sick.

 

CARTER
(laughs)
Look, Bowman, there’s no way out of this. We’re either going to die of exposure and dehydration or we’re going to kill each other.

 

BOWMAN
I won’t kill you–unless I have to.

 

CARTER
Well then take your best shot.
(pause)
Come on, Bowman, what exactly do you expect to come from this situation?
(pause)
Are you going to magically get better day-after-day that we’re stranded out here?
(pause)
Face it: You’ll do what you can to survive–a potential killer.

 

BOWMAN
Fuck off. I’d only kill in self defense.
(pause)
But you…Carter, you enjoy it.

 

CARTER
I enjoy a lot of things. Sometimes, the simple things.

 

SMALL SILVER CANTEEN, Carter jiggles the canteen in Bowman’s direction. The contents cannot be heard.

Bowman perks up at the sight of it.

Carter unscrews the cap and drinks from the canteen. He wipes his lips, lets out a gasp of air and screws the cap back on.

Bowman looks away briefly, trying not to think of the water–not to think of his rabid thirst and creeping dehydration.

CARTER
Oh, I’m sorry, did you want some?
(smiles, retracts)

 

BOWMAN
If you were a decent man you’d share.

 

CARTER
If you lowered your defenses, I might.

 

Carter smiles and places the canteen behind his legs against the raft.

 

BOWMAN
(resentful)
Just don’t you dare come near me.

 

CARTER
Or what? You’ll run away? You’ll stab me? What?

 

Bowman raises the knife again–his arm trembles as he points the blade towards Carter.

BOWMAN
Just stay away…please…

 

CARTER
(brief laugh)
You don’t even have the strength to hold up that fucking blade.
(pause)
Your threats are worthless. Your posturing is pathetic.

 

Bowman lowers the knife.

BOWMAN
My posturing–has kept me alive this long–
(pause)
kept you over there.

 

Bowman indicates the opposite side of the raft he is referring to with the simple expression of the raising of his eyebrows.

CARTER
(condescending)
No, a stupid man with a knife has kept me over here. I’m not threatened by you. Not in the slightest.

 

BOWMAN
Oh yeah? Then what are you waiting for?

 

CARTER
Honestly: I’m waiting for you to die. Then I’ll just take what I want. But I’d rather you just give it to me.

 

BOWMAN
I’m giving you nothing!

 

CARTER
(confident)
Just wait…
(long pause)
I wonder how much time really needs to pass before we end up killing each other. Hmm? How nuts do we need to go before we break this stalemate between us?
(pause)
What limits will we surpass–which barriers will we break–how desperate will we become to finally cross this invisible border we’ve established?
(pause)
This is the last of it, y’know.
(glance at canteen)
And if you think that rib sticking out of your side is painful, just wait ’til the dehydration kick in. It’s an entirely new realm of pain by the likes of which you’ve never experienced–you won’t even care which bones or organs are sticking out of your skin.
(pause)
Oh yes, I know about your injury. It’s quite severe–but nothing like what’s to come. And the less water you have, the worse it’s gonna feel…
(pause)
You’re going to lose your mind.

 

BOWMAN
You’re one to talk, Carter. You’ve already lost your mind.

 

CARTER
Have I?

 

BOWMAN
Yeah, you’re fucking nuts! Did you somehow forget everything that’s happened since we’ve been out here?

 

CARTER
Bowman, my mind is sharper than it’s ever been. My memory, clearer. My objectives, distinctive and
blunt.

(pause)
Can you even tell me how long we have been stranded for?

 

Bowman slowly shakes his head.

CARTER (CONT’D)
(interrupting)
So I’m supposed to take the word of a severely wounded man who can’t remember how long he’s been stranded or even how long he’s been without water?
(pause)
Now who’s going crazy?

 

BOWMAN
Shut up! I remember everything.

 

CARTER
(leans in)
Perhaps you are the one who’s crazy. Crazy and dehydrated and delusional.
(pause)
Maybe you’re so far gone that you’re imagining all of this: The boat, the water…
(laughs)
Maybe–I’m not even real…

 

BOWMAN
Then sticking this knife into you won’t affect either of us, will it?

 

Carter briefly smiles, then returns to a darker state of mind.

CARTER
Try it.
(pause)
Do it Bowman, I dare you.
(pause)
Because if you try–okay–if you try to do it I’ll take that knife and shove it so far up your ass you’ll be shitting razors for the rest of your life.

 

BOWMAN
Which isn’t long now, right, Carter?

 

CARTER
You should be thanking me, Bowman: I’ve allowed you to live this long. I can take you out in a
heartbeat.

(pause)
Could have killed you yesterday in your sleep.
(long pause)
How long do you really think you’re going to last? A day? A few more hours? You’re practically marinating in your own blood.
(pause)
I’m not stupid. I know you’re not either. And I’m sure we’re both aware that your wound–that horrible
tear in the side of your body–well it’s beyond repair. Way beyond.

(pause)
You’re dying.

 

BOWMAN
No…

 

CARTER
Yes, Bowman. You’re going to die.
(pause)
Did I mention that I rate in medicine–and, being the only other person on hand at this time–I can help?

 

BOWMAN
And what makes you so sure you’re going to live?

 

CARTER
Nothing. See I’ve already accepted that this is where I’ll die.

 

BOWMAN
Oh you have?

 

CARTER
Yeah. Just now.
(pause)
Though, I’m counting on you to go first. I just feel that I have a bit more left in me.

 

Bowman shakes his head. He glances out to sea and squints, believing he saw something.

CARTER (CONT’D)
There’s no denying it, Bowman. You’re losing too much blood in too short a time. I can smell infection from here.

 

BOWMAN
(snaps)
Stop it!

 

CARTER
Soon your blood will become contaminated: You’ll become septic and your organs will rot from the inside-out.

 

BOWMAN
Shut up!

 

CARTER
And I don’t want you to suffer like that…when you die, you’ll be too toxic–

 

BOWMAN
(gasp)
If that’s what it takes to keep you the hell away from me–

 

CARTER
Or–or you could give up now–
(pause)
both of us don’t have to die.

 

BOWMAN
Carter, listen to me: I’d throw myself to the sea–I’d drown beneath the icy waves or let the sharks tear me to pieces before giving up to you–or letting you kill me.

 

CARTER
(sarcastic)
You would rather let the sharks eat you?

 

BOWMAN
To deny you your sick satisfaction would be my last, greatest achievement.
(pause)
The thought of you being the last one to survive sickens me.

 

Carter laughs and slaps his hand against the side of the raft.

CARTER
Someday, Bowman, someone is going to write a story about us. About this very moment and the perils we faced–when we ran out of food–when we ran out of water–when we drove each other insane.
(pause)
I can make sure they tell it right.
(pause)
Or, I can make them tell it wrong.

 

BOWMAN
(angry)
Don’t you dare pin this on me!

 

CARTER
What a twist that’d be–in such a great plot–the noble Bowman, officer and commander–and killer.

 

BOWMAN
No…

 

CARTER
Oh yes…I can make them believe anything I want.

 

BOWMAN
But you said you knew you weren’t going to make it out alive.

 

CARTER
Yes, but I’ll live longer than you. And what happens after your death is your best guess.
(pause)
I might even spot a ship on the horizon after you die. Maybe another military ship. Maybe one of ours.
(pause, looking)
In fact–I think I see one now!
(feign excitement)
Bowman! Look! Quick! Turn around!
(pointing)
Quick! Before you miss it!

 

Bowman does not turn to look behind him. Carter grins–a dark and malevolent grin; his eyes remain black, and sunken.

BOWMAN
How would you do it?

 

CARTER
(clueless)
Get their attention?

 

BOWMAN
No, kill me? If I turned around, how would you have killed me?

 

CARTER
(laughs)
I don’t want to kill you–I don’t want you dead. I’ve decided.

 

BOWMAN
Then what do you want?

 

CARTER
I think you know.

 

Bowman takes a few moments to think about what Carter really wants.

BOWMAN
Carter, you’re a monster.

 

CARTER
(laughs)
A monster? I’ve been called a lot of things before–never a monster. No. I’m a survivalist.

 

BOWMAN
You’re despicable–you don’t deserve to survive–people like you throw the rest of us to the depths; you don’t deserve to live longer. You’d step over others–

 

CARTER
(interrupting)
Damn right: I’ll do whatever it takes to survive–whatever it takes–that means I’ll even step over others to stay alive, even for a few more minutes.

 

BOWMAN
But why?

 

CARTER
Because my life is important to me.

 

BOWMAN
And my life isn’t important?

 

CARTER
To you, perhaps, not to me.
(pause)
I’m willing to kill for mine. I’ll even abandon all my decency, humanity and dignity–and I know you would too. That’s why we’re the only ones left.

 

BOWMAN
You’re wrong: I’m nothing like you.

 

CARTER
Well–yeah I suppose you’re half right–you’re dying: I’m not.

 

BOWMAN
More than that, Carter.
(pause)
What you did–to the others–just to live an extra few days, I could never do that.
(pause)
Never.

 

Carter rolls his eyes, likely from having heard Bowman’s rant several times before.

CARTER
Which is why I’m going to be the last one left.

 

BOWMAN
You’re fucking sick. And a poor excuse for a human being on top of that.
(pause)
The others deserve to be here. You deserve to be dead. They were decent men; honorable men. They had families. And friends. They were respected and–

 

CARTER
(interrupts)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Don’t try to guilt me by quoting their service records, asshole.
(pause)
Order and obedience are attributes of this thinly-veiled perception of decency–and dignity.
(pause)
Take away both, and decency goes down with the ship, so to speak.
(pause, chuckles)
You can’t be decent in these circumstances: Where the fight or flight survival instinct is pit against morale, and rational thought–because the lowest common denominator always prevails.

 

BOWMAN
And that’s you?

 

CARTER
Humanity always crumbles faster around those who naively attempt to secure it.
(pause)
There’s a reason why a survivor is called a survivor. Do you know why that is?

 

BOWMAN
No.

 

CARTER
A survivor is a person who is struggling to live–against all odds.

 

BOWMAN
You mean, as opposed to someone who doesn’t struggle at all?

 

CARTER
Someone who doesn’t struggle hard enough.
(pause)
Do you know what separates survivors from victims–all throughout history? In every battle–through every traumatic and chaotic event?

 

BOWMAN
(sarcastic)
They live to tell the story and skew the truth?

 

CARTER
(not amused)
Hm. Funny.
(pause)
A survivor’s willingness and ability to outlive his or her fellow survivors at all costs is what separates the living from the dead. It means the survivor pushes harder, climbs further, rows faster, hits stronger–and kills better.
(pause)
It’s what’s kept this human race going.

 

BOWMAN
So to keep on living, I have to kill you?

 

CARTER
Good luck.
(laughs)
I can kill you by just allowing this stalemate to go on.
(pause)
Even if you did kill me, what will you do? Where will you go? My death won’t bring you closer to land or fill this canteen with water. My death won’t save you.

 

BOWMAN
But somehow, mine’ll save you?

 

CARTER
I’m not looking to be saved, Bowman.
(long pause)
As you know, I’ve done some terrible, terrible things. Great things–but terrible things.
(pause)
I’ll never be able to recover. My life’s over: I’ve accepted that I’m going straight to hell–but it still won’t change my behavior, and it still won’t stop me from fighting to live; if there’s a fighting chance…
(pause)
I jumped into this ocean with both feet and now I’ve gotta try to swim.

 

BOWMAN
Then you should go swim the hell away from this boat.

 

CARTER
I don’t think so.

 

BOWMAN
Then why aren’t you trying to kill me?

 

CARTER
I already told you, I don’t want you dead.
(pause)
Keeping you alive–well, barely alive–is more agreeable to me.

 

BOWMAN
I don’t quite understand where your sadistic logic comes from.

 

CARTER
Do you recall that expression, “desperate times call for desperate measures”?
(pause)
I’m a desperate man, Bowman,
(leans forward)
And I will do whatever it takes–no matter how vile or evil.

 

ANXIETY, causes Bowman’s pectoral muscles to tense: He closes his eyes and grunts in pain. More blood soaks through his clothes.

CARTER LEANS FORWARD, pushing himself up slightly.

BOWMAN
(in pain)
Back!
(pointing knife)
Get back!

 

Carter leans back against the raft.

CARTER
How many times do you think we can do this little dance of ours?

 

BOWMAN
Until you get the fucking clue that there’s no chance in hell you’re getting a piece of me.
(pause)
No chance!

 

CARTER
Not even the slightest?

 

BOWMAN
Stop asking!

 

CARTER
Maybe I just haven’t turned on the charm yet. I promise you I can be quite persuasive.
(pause, reflecting)
One summer, I worked at my dad’s garment company, leading a sales team. Shitty clothes made of some kind of cotton and polyester hybrid material, sold at wholesale. Very fucking uncomfortable, I remember that. The clothes were practically worthless–no one was buying–because no one had established the value.
(pause)
So I came in and turned that shit around. I assigned value and worth to the garments and the business became a huge success.
(pause)
Hundreds of daily orders had to be fulfilled–money was pouring in so fast my parents didn’t even know what to do with it. The clothes were still shit.
(pause)
But I was the best salesman that company ever had. I was so good that I could sell someone something that didn’t even exist.

 

BOWMAN
Is it because you’re a psychopath?

 

CARTER
No.

 

BOWMAN
Yeah it is. I think you’re a psychopath.
(pause)
I thought people like you were purged during recruitment–too violent for active duty or combat.

 

CARTER
No. If anything, my temperament was cultivated during active duty.
(pause)
And combat.

 

COUGHING AND CHOKING, Bowman winces in pain.

CARTER (CONT’D)
What’s wrong, Bowman?

 

BOWMAN
(whisper)
Water.
(swallows)
I need water.
(long, awkward pause)
Carter–can I have some water?

 

CARTER
Of course. Of course you can.

 

CLOSE ANGLE ON CANTEEN, Carter holds it out across the raft.

Bowman extends his arm, at which point Carter withdraws the canteen.

CARTER (CONT’D)
First, give me the knife.

 

Bowman shakes his head and looks down before responding.

BOWMAN
(quietly)
Please…I need water…

 

CARTER
I’ll give you all the water you want: But first, you must give me the knife.

 

BOWMAN
I can’t give it to you.

 

CARTER
Then I can’t give you any water.

 

Carter puts the canteen away, back behind his legs.

DEFEATED, Bowman’s posture sags.

BOWMAN
Goddamn you, Carter. What do you have to lose?

 

CARTER
Obviously, precious water.
(pause)
But it’s not that simple: It’s not a matter of what I have to lose but what I have to gain–which is nothing.
(pause)
If I give you water for nothing, how does it benefit me?

 

Bowman shakes his head with uncertainty, as if he barely understands the scope of Carter’s question.

CARTER (CONT’D)
Exactly: It doesn’t. I have nothing to gain by helping you.

 

BOWMAN
So you want to continue seeing me suffer?

 

Carter thinks for a few moments without taking his eyes off of Bowman.

CARTER
Yes. I do.
(pause)
I sort of enjoy it.

 

BOWMAN
But you don’t want me dead?

 

CARTER
What?

 

BOWMAN
You said before–you don’t want me dead…

 

CARTER
Yes, I did say that.
(pause)
I just want to get you to a point where you can’t stop me from doing what I very much want to do to you.

 

STALEMATE, Bowman stares Carter down with a stern gaze.

BOWMAN
I won’t let you eat me.
(long pause)
Not like the others. I won’t let you.

 

CARTER
(grins, long pause)
We’ll see.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. OCEAN – DAY

ESTABLISHING SHOT — SOME TIME LATER, the waves of the ocean carry the raft across the great expanse of blue water like a lonely object in a starless sky.

NO LAND, is visible in any direction.

THE SUN, beams down relentlessly on OUR two CHARACTERS–the cloudless sky offers no reprieve.

Bowman is slumped over with half of his body against the side of the raft–the knife still firm in his grip.

Carter stares down at the floor of the raft to relieve his eyes of the brightness from the reflecting water.

CLOSE-UP, Carter uses a finger to scratch a line into dried blood on the raft floor: There are numerous scratches, possibly indicating the number of days they have been stranded.

CARTER
I once read somewhere that there are 190 million square miles of water on the planet–the whole planet.
(pause)
64 million in this ocean alone.
(pause)
The range of a Sea King is 630 miles per tank. Divided by two is 315 miles, assuming the helicopter has to return to refuel. With a visual radius of about 10 miles, in one tank, the Sea King can only search about 3,100 square miles of water. Or around .005% or something like that–of the entire ocean.
(pause)
Say the next closest base around here is Honolulu, and reckoning that we ditched 500 miles northeast of Guam…

 

BOWMAN
What are you getting at, Carter?

 

CARTER
(laughs)
They’ll never find us.

 

BOWMAN
I prefer to maintain a sense of hope.

 

CARTER
Oh sure, but I bet deep down inside, you know that rescue is impossible.
(pause)
If they don’t spot you after 72 hours–

 

BOWMAN
Enough, Carter! I’m not stupid. I get it. I get what you’re getting at but I can’t imagine why.
(pause)
You’re stranded too–and don’t tell me that not one part of you doesn’t hope for a rescue.

 

CARTER
There’s that word again: Hope.
(long pause)
Do you believe in God, Bowman?

 

BOWMAN
Of course.

 

CARTER
And so when you pray to God each and every night, how are your prayers answered?

 

BOWMAN
That’s not how it works.

 

CARTER
Then what’s the point?

 

BOWMAN
God isn’t a genie, he doesn’t grant wishes. Praying connects me with God: Gives me direction and focus.

 

CARTER
And hope?

 

BOWMAN
Yes: And hope.

 

CARTER
And did you pray for a rescue?

 

BOWMAN
I did.

 

CARTER
And are you now so utterly hopeful that you’ll be rescued before you die?
(long pause)
If hope is what you sought during prayer, and you lose hope–what does that say about your prayers?
(pause)
What does that say about a rescue? Or God?
(long pause)
See I too prayed to God.

 

BOWMAN
You did?

 

CARTER
I did. Every day.
(pause)
But I didn’t pray for a rescue. I prayed to be stronger then then rest of you.

 

BOWMAN
(laughs)
Of course you did.

 

CARTER
If I’ve learned anything out here, adrift for what seems like an eternity, it’s that the ocean isn’t your only adversary, Bowman: You need worry about your fellow man.

 

BOWMAN
Wow Carter, you’re painting a perfect representation of yourself.
(pause)
I never had an adversary before, until I ended up here with you. I never imagined I’d have to compete with anyone over the last of the rations or the final drops of fresh water.
(pause)
This situation isn’t one I’ve ever been familiar with.

 

CARTER
I’m sure in any other situation you and I would get along.
(pause)
I’m not a bad person.

 

BOWMAN
(laughs)
Are you sure? I’ve seen you do awful things–to decent men.

 

CARTER
Being out here, face to face with death–it changes you.

 

BOWMAN
No Carter, being out here shows everyone who you really are, how you handle in stressful situations.
(pause)
People don’t change; they just find convenient ways to express their true behaviors.

 

Carter takes a moment to think about this, and then quickly changes the topic of conversation.

CARTER
So tell me Bowman, is there any special lady waiting for you back home?

 

BOWMAN
You mean a girlfriend?

 

CARTER
Or a wife. Or lover.
(pause)
Do you even fuck girls? Or wish you did?

 

BOWMAN
(confused)
I have a girlfriend.

 

CARTER
What’s her name?

 

BOWMAN
It’s not important.

 

CARTER
Do you think I’d go after her once I’m rescued?

 

BOWMAN
No, I don’t. I just don’t want to involve her in this. I don’t want you knowing about her.
(pause)
Everything about me is exposed right now and so I’d prefer to keep her to myself. She’s the only thing in my life right now that isn’t making me miserable or sick.

 

CARTER
Then don’t you believe that talking about her will make the situation slightly more bearable?

 

BOWMAN
No.
(pause)
I don’t want to talk about her with you. I don’t want you to know about her–or make comments about her–or use her against me.
(pause)
You’re calculating and manipulative, and there are parts of my life that I don’t want to share with you–I don’t want to give you ammunition.

 

CARTER
(contemplative)
I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve had a hard time maintaining relationships in the past.

 

BOWMAN
(sarcastic)
I can’t imagine why.

CARTER
I’ve never been one to commit–and of course being in the service has kept me at a distance from most people–especially women.
(pause)
So I don’t know how you’ve managed to sustain a relationship, with the constant ongoing training and deployment.

 

BOWMAN
I work hard, Carter. I work hard at my relationship just like I work hard at everything else–including staying alive. I don’t depend on taking the easy way.

 

CARTER
If you’re suggesting what I think you are–there’s nothing easy about what I did.

 

BOWMAN
(condescending)
Oh, no?

 

CARTER
I did what I had to do to survive.

 

BOWMAN
Bullshit! I didn’t do a damn thing like you and I’m still here!

 

CARTER
(agitated)
Look at me, Bowman! Look at you!
(pause)
Which one of us looks more alive?
(pause)
Same situation. Same shipwreck.
(pause)
Which one of us do you think will live longer? Which one of us isn’t going to bleed to death soon?
(long pause)
Do you really think that your benevolent God would answer my prayers–make me stronger–just to make you suffer? To rub that in your face?

 

BOWMAN
Maybe you weren’t praying to God.

 

CARTER
And since you have doubts of a rescue, or any chance of being saved, maybe you weren’t either.

 

Bowman sits quietly for a moment.

BOWMAN
I’ve never known a man, let alone, an officer, to not only lose his mind so quickly, but enjoy the process at the same time.

 

CARTER
So you think I’m insane?

 

BOWMAN
I think that–there’s something very wrong with you.
(pause)
I don’t know. Maybe something happened in your childhood.

 

CARTER
(sarcastic)
Oh, so you’re a psychologist now? Well…

 

BOWMAN
Have you ever killed someone before?

 

CARTER
That’s a stupid question: You saw me do it.

 

BOWMAN
Before this? Before being stuck out here?

 

CARTER
I was responsible for securing the watertight doors on deck 2. When the deck went below the water, an officer was charging towards me, towards the door. I closed it–before any water could get through.
(pause)
No. I had never killed anyone before.
(pause)
Nor had I ever seen someone die.
(pause)
I told you, I’m not going insane.

 

BOWMAN
I don’t think you went insane, Carter. I think you already were; being stranded out here caused you to lose control over your ability to convince others.

 

CARTER
That is some well-said bullshit, Bowman.
(pause)
But can’t you agree that everyone has a darkness inside of them?
(pause)
Even you?

 

BOWMAN
Yes but–your darkness isn’t reactionary. Yours is premeditated–preemptive.

 

CARTER
So what are you trying to say?

 

BOWMAN
I remember when I was young, maybe thirteen or fourteen, I was bullied by this boy from school–Isaiah, I think it was.
(pause)
Mean little shit. Broke my arm once.

 

CARTER
(mildly uninterested)
Really?

 

BOWMAN
He was chasing me forsomething one time–calling me names–he caught up to me and pushed me into a wall. The impact broke my arm.
(pause)
I remember he wasn’t even reprimanded–let alone punished for the incident. I was the one thought to be causing this boy’s delinquent behavior to surface and so I was sent off to an all-boys school.

 

CARTER
And what would you do to this boy if he were here now?

 

BOWMAN
Feed him to you.

 

LAUGHTER, Carter and Bowman share a brief and surprisingly humorous connection.

CARTER
What would you say to Isaiah if he were here?

 

BOWMAN
“Sorry”.
(pause)
I’d say “sorry”.

 

CARTER
You’d apologize to someone who abused you?

 

BOWMAN
After I was forced to relocate to another school I had trouble fitting in–you know kids–they hate anything new or unfamiliar.
(pause)
I never really fit in anywhere to begin with, but this new school brought me to an even darker place.
(pause)
I never really fit in anywhere to begin with, but this new school brought me to an even darker place.
(pause)
I was alone and scared and becoming violent.
(pause)
All because of that little shit.

 

CARTER
Isaiah.

 

BOWMAN
Yeah.
(pause)
I ended up spending six months in juvenile for what I did.

 

CARTER
(chuckles)
Did you break his arm too?

 

BOWMAN
I attacked him on his way home from school. With a bat.
(pause)
Like I said, I was in a dark place. Joining the service helped put me on the right moral path.
(pause)
So if he was here right now, I’d say “sorry,” not because I feel guilty for what I did, but for what he eventually had to endure: Other children bullying him for his disability.

 

CARTER
(laughs)
Hah! That’s pretty dark.
(pause)
You don’t cease to amaze me.

 

BOWMAN
That behavior is nothing to admire. I was not in control of my actions and did not willfully end up in that dark place.

 

CARTER
It means at heart, you’re a survivor. Like me.

 

BOWMAN
No Carter, I didn’t beat that boy to a coma for survival. I did it for revenge. I couldn’t stop myself.

 

Bowman stares downwards, solemnly.

CARTER
Do you regret what you did?

 

BOWMAN
Yes, Carter. I do.
(pause)
And what about you? What sort of regrets do you have?

 

CARTER
I have no regrets.

 

BOWMAN
Bullshit. Not one?

 

CARTER
Not one.
(pause)
What’s the point of dwelling on negative events–consequences from the past?

 

BOWMAN
Consequences shape who you are–who you’ll become.

 

CARTER
Wrong. Consequences only push you into a corner: In order to endure in this world you need to shed your past and constantly think several moves ahead of all your opponents and adversaries.

 

BOWMAN
Is that what you do?

 

CARTER
That’s what I’m doing right now.
(pause)
Besides, how do you think I was able to best the others?

 

BOWMAN
They had names, Carter.

 

CARTER
I remember their names.
(thinking)
Cassidy. Jarvis. That quiet one.

 

BOWMAN
He was called Salinger.
(pause)
Do you also remember their faces–do you remember that look they gave you when–

 

CARTER
(interrupting)
Not only do I remember their faces but I even remember the way they tasted.
(pause)
And smelled.
(pause)
And how they screamed.
(long pause)
I remember it all.

 

BOWMAN
And still no regrets?

 

CARTER
The only regret I have is not eating you first.

 

BOWMAN
I won’t stop trying to live.

 

CARTER
You won’t outlive me.

 

QUIET, there is a long, awkward pause. The rolling waves continue to push them along.

BOWMAN
Tell me, Carter, why are you so curious? Why do you want to know so much about me?

 

CARTER
(grins)
I just want to know where my food is coming from.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN — DUSK

LONG SHOT — THE SUN SETS, a deep orange glow is cast over the endless horizon of water.

The life raft drifts aimlessly with the ocean current.

BOWMAN WAKES, suddenly, from an unintentional sleep. His muscles tense and he raises the knife towards Carter.

He wipes saliva off of his face and straightens his posture.

LAUGHING, Carter has been eerily watching Bowman sleep.

CARTER
(laughs)
Don’t worry: I’m on first watch.

 

Carter smiles.

Bowman tightens his grip on the knife. He takes a deep breath and forces his eyes open. He tries to keep himself awake because he knows he cannot fall asleep and let his guard down again.

CUT TO:

 

EXT. OCEAN — DAY

ESTABLISHING SHOT — ON THE OCEAN, the following morning the sun is again out in full force, beaming over the sea, cooking OUR CHARACTERS.

CARTER IS STANDING, slightly, with his knees firmly against the side wall of the raft and facing out towards the water.

He begins to urinate.

BOWMAN WATCHES, nervously. He SEES Carter’s difficulty maintaining a standing position as the raft rises and dips with the waves.

Bowman lacks any strength to maneuver to Carter and push him over, though he tries. He winces in pain as he moves slightly from his position.

Carter finishes urinating and drops back down into the raft. He buttons his trousers together once back in a sitting position.

Carter watches Bowman.

CARTER
How’s the pain?

 

BOWMAN
(slow)
Bad. It hurts.

 

CARTER
Oh, no doubt.
(pause)
You’re dehydrated–human body can last three to four days without water. No more.
(pause)
I think you’re coming up on five now. And the process alone is enough to kill you, or, drive you mad.
(pause)
Ironic though, being dehydrated in the middle of the ocean. Hasn’t rained for days either. What a tease.
(long pause)
Do you remember learning about dehydration in basic training? It being one of the most painful ways to die? Comparable to a bullet that tears up your insides.

 

BOWMAN
Why won’t you give me water?

 

CARTER
Why won’t you give me the knife?

 

BOWMAN
I told you, I can’t.

 

CARTER
Why can’t you?

 

BOWMAN
You’d just use it to kill me.

 

CARTER
You don’t know that.

 

BOWMAN
I can’t take that chance.

 

CARTER
Not even for some fresh water?

 

Carter jiggles the canteen.

BOWMAN
Carter, I can’t give it to you.

 

CARTER
Then I’ll break your mind until you can.

 

CARTER DRINKS, as Bowman watches with envy. Once done he lets out a moan of satisfaction.

BOWMAN
I’d rather die first.

 

CARTER
I can’t believe this: You’re hysterical! Right in front of you is a canteen full of fresh, cool water, which you’re willing to ignore for the sake of retaining a stupid little knife all to yourself.
(pause)
You’re either stronger than you’re leading me to believe or not as delusional as you appear to be.
(pause)
But hear this: Every man has a threshold–once passed–they’ll do anything just to cling to what used to be their pathetic lives.
(pause)
Soon you’ll be so desperate I won’t even have to ask you to do what I want you to do.

 

BOWMAN
Maybe, Carter. But until then, until I lose control, you’re getting nothing.

 

CARTER
Okay, Bowman, I can see that you’re unwilling to part with your little knife. Perhaps there’s something else you can part with which I want.
(pause)
Which I desperately want–like the water–which you desperately need.

 

BOWMAN
I have nothing to offer you.

 

CARTER
You have much to offer me.
(pause)
What I’m trying to get from you is but a small piece of what you have.

 

BOWMAN
What the hell are you talking about?

 

CARTER
(long pause)
I want you to cut off a piece of your flesh, and give it to me.
(pause)
And in exchange, I’ll give you the water.

 

QUIET, AWKWARD PAUSE, Bowman shakes his head in disgust.

BOWMAN
No. No way. No fucking way.
(pause)
Not a fucking chance!
(pause)
Are you mad?!

 

CARTER
Bowman–please–it’s a win-win situation.
(pause)
You get water, I get food, and you get to keep your precious knife.

 

BOWMAN
You’re fucking sick, Carter. Do you know that? Do you have any idea how fucking sick you are?

 

CARTER
I’m not sick: This is a good deal! We will both get what we desperately want–and need.

 

Carter leans in closer, moves towards the center of the raft.

BOWMAN RAISES THE KNIFE, in an overhand position, his muscles tense and his posture stable.

BOWMAN
Don’t you dare come onto this side!
(pause)
If you do, so help me God, I will stab you to death.

 

Carter leans back.

CARTER

Think about it Bowman. I’m giving you a chance here: A chance to live! An opportunity to end the suffering!
(pause)
Isn’t that what you want?

 

BOWMAN
I don’t want your psychotic charity.

 

CARTER
(disappointed)
You may have the knife; but I’ve got the strength. If I really want it I can snap your neck before you even realize what’s happening.

 

BOWMAN
(contemplative)
How do I know you’ll keep your end of the deal?

 

CARTER
You don’t.
(pause)
But I’ve got nothing to lose in the meantime if you refuse this offer.
(pause)
You on the other hand, will lose your life.

 

BOWMAN
(desperate)
You can’t do this to me.

 

CARTER
Oh but I can–and I am.

 

BOWMAN
Please…
(pause)
I’m begging you, please, help…

 

CARTER
I’m not interested in helping you.
(pause)
Look where we are, man! We’re in the middle of the fucking ocean–on the brink of death–both of us–what exactly’s gotten into your head and made you think that in this situation I’m going to give a fuck about you–and help you?
(barks)
What?!
(pause)
I’m looking out for one person and one person only–me!
(pause)
I’m in no position to offer help and I have no desire to grant it.
(long pause)
And I’m not sorry, so don’t expect me to apologize for my behavior.

 

BOWMAN
I can’t…

 

CARTER
Yes, you can.
(demonstrates)
All you have to do–is drag that knife along your arm–then just–push it a bit deeper.

 

BOWMAN
No–please–
(pause)
I can’t–

 

CLOSE ANGLE ON CANTEEN, Carter unscrews the cap and pours water into it, though WE cannot SEE the water directly.

Carter holds the cap out across the raft, leaning towards Bowman. He is unsure if Bowman will accept it.

Bowman cautiously accepts the cap and anxiously brings it to his lips.

BOWMAN EXHALES, a sigh of relief. He even smiles a bit.

Carter is also relieved.

BOWMAN
(relieved)
Thank you.

 

Bowman hands the cap back to Carter.

CARTER
(malevolent)
You’re welcome.
(long pause)
Now–it’s your turn–

 

Bowman is extremely hesitant and nervous.

CARTER (CONT’D)
(insistent)
I did my part, Bowman–now you do yours.

 

BOWMAN SWALLOWS, he looks down at his left arm, the knife already pressed against his sunburnt skin. The knife glistens in the sunlight. He glides the knife down his forearm towards the wrist.

CARTER (CONT’D)
Just avoid the vein,
(demonstrates)
or you’ll bleed out.

 

ANGLE ON BOWMAN’S ARM, midway down the outside of the forearm the blade begins to sink into his flesh.

He screams only for a brief moment.

The pain response is slow. Bowman clenches his teeth and breathes heavier.

BLOOD FLOWS, out of his cut from around the knife and down his arm, covering his hand and pooling beneath him.

ANGLE ON CARTER, he watches with a perverted anticipation.

Bowman pulls the blade up and out of his flesh, allowing a thumb-sized piece of skin to fall loose.

Carter licks his lips.

Bowman tosses the piece of flesh to Carter, who catches it with both hands and devours it quickly. Carter licks blood off of
his fingertips.

Bowman winces in pain as more blood flows from his wound.

CARTER

You’ll want to cover that up–

 

BOWMAN
(resentful)
Fuck you! I know first aid.

 

Bowman rips a strip off his already torn pants. He wraps the piece around his wound. Blood seeps through the bandage.

CHOKING, Bowman’s almost vomits onto his legs. Nothing is thrown up.

Bowman stares at Carter with a great deal of contempt and resentment.

CARTER
(humoring)
Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?

 

BOWMAN
You’re enjoying this–aren’t you?
(pause, shakes head)
Well I won’t let you.

 

CARTER
Oh, you won’t? So no more water then?

 

BOWMAN
(confused)
What?

 

CARTER
Do you think this little ritual was some kind of free-pass giving you access to the water whenever you feel like?

 

BOWMAN
You’d have me do it again?

 

CARTER
Again and again and again–think of yourself as–as currency.

 

Bowman contemplates this new, horrific predicament. He clutches the wound on his arm.

BOWMAN
(miserable)
I don’t want to die out here.

 

CARTER
Where would you rather die?

 

BOWMAN
Anywhere, as long as it’s far away from you.
(long pause)
I don’t know…I always thought I’d die in a warm bed, when I’m old. I’d have been married for years and had kids who loved me. Cared about me. Admired me.
(pause)
I’d be missed. Genuinely missed–my death would leave a hole in the lives of those who loved me.
(pause)
I wouldn’t be forgotten, as I am now, left to die at sea,
(pause)
with a maniac who wants to eat me.

 

CARTER
A maniac who’s going to eat you.
(laughs, pause)
Funny how life unravels, isn’t it?
(pause)
How the things we take for granted–survival, civility–become the minute-by-minute focus of our existence after a traumatic experience.

 

BOWMAN
Because we’re forced to define who we are and what we’re trying to live for.

 

CARTER
Well said!
(pause)
The truth revealed through chaos.

 

BOWMAN
(long pause)
So are you Carter? Or a monster?

 

CARTER
Maybe I’m the devil.

 

BOWMAN
I wouldn’t put it past you.

 

CARTER
And you? Are you Bowman? Or a dead man?
(laughs)

 

BOWMAN VOMITS, this time his vomit has substance. He continues to choke.

CARTER
Jesus, you sound terrible.
(disgusted)
Without more water you’ll throw up your stomach or break your other ribs, hacking like that.

 

BOWMAN
(slow, contemplating)
More water?

 

Without hesitation or mention, Bowman cuts himself again.

CLOSE-UP — THE KNIFE, it enters his skin below the bandage. He moves it quicker, with skill and less concern for his health.

Carter anxiously prepares water for him.

Bowman pulls the knife out: Blood splatters across his legs. He removes the piece of mangled, bloodied flesh from his arm and throws it onto the floor of the raft in front of Carter.

Carter passes the canteen cap to Bowman. He laughs as he picks the piece of flesh off the floor and begins to consume it.

Bowman ignores Carter, closes his eyes and remains blissfully captivated by the reward he has received.

Bowman appears to savor every last drop of water.

He looks soothed: Clear of mind. He focuses his newfound energy on Carter.

Carter rapidly devours the flesh.

CARTER
I think I like this arrangement.

CARTER LICKS AND SUCKS, blood off of his fingertips.

CARTER (CONT’D)
And we’ll both benefit from it. I’m grateful that you’re here.
(pause)
Without you, Bowman, I’d starve to death.
(pause)
And without me, well, you’d–

 

BOWMAN
(interrupting)
Misunderstand the meaning of true evil.

 

There is a long pause.

CARTER
You think I’m evil?

 

BOWMAN
Carter, if I wasn’t able to defend myself–would I be here now?
(pause)
Would you really let me live this long?

 

Carter does not respond.

BOWMAN (CONT’D)
I think you–people like you–are the reason why the word evil exists.

 

CARTER
The truth is, if you didn’t have that knife I’d have killed you long ago. Probably before the others.
(pause)
You’re a weak, disgraceful man. The way you prolong death makes me sick.

 

BOWMAN
Stop talking.
(pause)
Just, stop talking to me.
(pause)
I don’t want to hear your slander anymore.

 

CARTER
My slander?

 

BOWMAN
Yes! The shit that keeps coming out of that hole in your face!
(screams)
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
(pause)
Of all the people in the world I could have been trapped in a boat with–it has to be you–the one asshole who thinks everything is a God damn competition!

 

CARTER
And it is! Every day!

 

BOWMAN
Well I don’t want to compete!
(pause)
We should be helping each other! Not killing each other! Not exploiting each other! Not trying to outlive each other.

 

CARTER
(spiteful)
I dare you to outlive me.

 

Bowman gives up and looks away, staring out across the rolling waves.

CUT TO:

 

EXT. RAFT — DAY

SOME TIME LATER, the sun is high above, eliminating shadows and reflecting the bright, hot light everywhere.

TWO SHOT, Bowman is breathing but huddled over. Carter keeps his eyes shut to avoid the brightness.

Carter sniffs the air and smells something foul.

CARTER
(disgusted)
Shit, Bowman, I think you’re starting to rot.

 

Bowman sits up straight and looks down at his chest wound. He moves his hand out of the way and examines the situation. He is also disgusted by what he sees.

BOWMAN
It’s getting worse.
(swallows)
I need water. I need more water.
(long pause, cries)
I don’t want to die.

 

CARTER
Well I don’t think I want you to live anymore. We can end it quickly…

 

Bowman sniffs and snorts and holds back tears and mucous.

BOWMAN
You’re a cruel man, Carter.

 

CARTER
(jokingly)
I thought you said I was a monster?

 

BOWMAN
You are! You’re killing me! You like seeing me suffer?!

 

KNEELING, Bowman drops the knife and moves into a begging position. The pain experienced as he sits on his knees and clasps his hands together is almost unbearable.

BOWMAN (CONT’D)
(begging)
Please, Carter!
(crying, hysterical)
Please! I’m begging you–help me! Please!
(pause)
Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!
(inaudible cries)
Help me–

 

Carter is disgusted by Bowman’s display of grovelling.

CARTER
Stop that, you look pathetic.

 

BOWMAN
(quiet, hunched over)
Please…
(long pause)
I’ve got a lot to offer you, Carter. I’ve got a lotta skin…look…
(displays himself)

 

CARTER
Yes, I can see that. And I’d have all of it if the situation was that simple.
(pause, leans in)
But here’s how it is: Water’s in high demand. Obviously.
(pause)
Since you’re not stupid, you’ve likely already come to realize that if it’s more water you’re after, the more you’ll have to barter.

 

Bowman coldly stares Carter down. There is a long, awkward pause.

BOWMAN
What do you want?

 

CARTER
I still want a piece of you–I just want a larger piece.

 

Bowman looks down at his body; at his arms and legs; trying to determine which piece Carter will want.

BOWMAN
How much larger?

 

CARTER
I haven’t decided yet.

 

BOWMAN
Well fucking decide already!

 

CARTER
Fuck you!
(pause)
I don’t think you’re in a position to be talking to me that way!
(pause)
I don’t care if you have the knife. If you try anything, I’ll toss this canteen overboard.
(taps canteen)

 

ANGLE ON BOWMAN, he sticks the knife into his skin on his upper chest.

CARTER (CONT’D)
Wait!

 

BOWMAN
(angry, tearful)
Just tell me what you want!

 

CARTER
(calming)
Like I said–like I said–you’re going to have to barter with more than just the skin off your back.

 

BOWMAN
(desperate)
I don’t care: Just tell me what you fucking want.

 

Carter, believing he has finally broken and groomed Bowman, takes a moment to appreciate the situation.

CARTER
Give me–
(pause)
Give me your finger.

BOWMAN
(swallows)
Which one?

 

CARTER
Whichever one you think I’ll enjoy.
(pause)
Whichever one you think is worth a drink of water.

 

Carter opens the canteen and takes a drink of water. He gasps and wipes his face, enticing Bowman.

Bowman examines his fingers: Left hand and right hand.

CLOSE-UP — LEFT HAND, he focuses on his left hand and wiggles his fingers, contemplating which one he will remove.

BOWMAN
You’re just going to eat one of them?

 

CARTER
(chuckles)
Yes.
(pause)
Like a chicken wing.

 

Bowman closes his fingers into a fist.

CARTER (CONT’D)
Oh come now, Bowman–don’t tell me you’re too dickless to cut off a finger–for water!
(emphasis)
Water!

 

BOWMAN
Why do you want one of my fingers?

 

CARTER
I want all of your fingers so that you won’t be able to hold that knife. But I’ll start with one.

 

BOWMAN
(to himself)
There’s gotta be another way…

 

CARTER
Well you could chew it off.

 

BOWMAN
There’s gotta be another way to overpower you.

 

Carter erupts into laughter, slapping the side of the raft.

ANGLE ON BOWMAN, he sets the knife down and unbuttons his trousers.

Carter is at first confused by these actions.

Bowman attempts to urinate into his hand. This struggle is evident in his face.

As Bowman begins to urinate he winces in pain.

CARTER
(watching)
My, my, Bowman–it’s nearly all blood.

 

Bowman gasps in pain and drops to the floor of the raft, pushing up against the side. Bloody urine soaks his trousers.

CARTER (CONT’D)
Poor bastard: Can’t even drink your own piss.
(pause)
If there is a God, he must hate you.
(pause)
I don’t think you have much time left.

 

Bowman does not look Carter in the eyes. He stares past him. He takes two deep breaths.

With his finger against the floor of the raft like a piece of meat on a cutting board, Bowman grabs the knife and begins to slice the smallest finger off of his left hand.

SCREAMING, the scream itself is blood-curdling and unnerving.

CLOSE-UP — KNIFE — LEFT HAND, the knife saws back and forth, separating the digit from his palm.

CLOSE ANGLE ON CARTER, he licks his lips with ravenous excitement.

Bowman cannot completely cut the finger off due to the blinding pain.

CARTER
Don’t cut through the raft, now…

 

MOANING IN AGONY, Bowman drops the knife into the puddle of blood beneath him. With his free hand he rips the loosely hanging
finger off, tearing the skin down his knuckles.

Bowman screams again. The finger is completely removed.

BOWMAN
(quiet)
W–wa–water–

 

TREMBLING VIOLENTLY from shock, he hands the finger over to Carter, who quickly accepts it and responds with the cap of the
canteen.

Bowman brings the cap to his lips and closes his eyes.

CARTER
Wow–I’ve seen some really fucked up shit in my day, but never anything like that…

 

WHAM, Bowman falls over, landing in a puddle of blood. His pain is written all over his face.

Carter pulls a small lighter from the pocket of his shirt and flicks it twice. When the steady flame rises he starts cooking
Bowman’s finger. The skin turns bright red first, then brown. Liquid boils momentarily under the skin.

Once Carter deems the finger to be cooked enough, he throws the lighter down in front of Bowman.

CARTER (CONT’D)
Bowman, I’m sorry for doubting you: I didn’t think you’d actually have the balls to do it. You’re braver than I thought.
(pause, eating)
Use it: Seal up the wound or else you’ll drown in your own blood.

 

Bowman slowly grabs the lighter. He flicks it twice and when the bright, orange flame rises high.

CLOSE-UP — HAND, Bowman moves his left hand towards the flame and begins to cauterize the wound.

CARTER (CONT’D)
I hope you know that the longer you live, the higher the price will get to keep you alive.

 

SUCKING THE BONE CLEAN, Carter finishes chewing the flesh off Bowman’s finger.

Bowman watches Carter enjoy it.

Once Carter is done, he tosses the finger bone into the ocean.

CARTER (CONT’D)
(satiated)
Mmm!

BOWMAN
(in shock)
Carter, I want you to know that I’m going to kill you.
(pause, gasping)
First, I’m going to bash your stupid face in–then I’m going to strangle you to death–and then I’m going to dump your disgusting corpse overboard when I’m done.

 

CARTER
That’s not a very nice way to be talking to the man who’s keeping you supplied.
(pause)
Tread carefully, Bowman, you wouldn’t want me to suddenly increase the asking price. I might demand more than just your fingers.

 

BOWMAN
Fuck you–and fuck your water.

 

CARTER
Oh, look at that: A one-man rebellion. Rebelling against the system already–and we just got started.
(pause)
Well, let me tell you how it works. In a barter economy, such as the one we have found ourselves in on this fantastic voyage, I possess the supply–the only fucking supply you need to survive.
(pause)
Got it?
(pause)
Bowman I will raise the price so high–

 

BOWMAN
(interrupting)
That what?
(pause)
That I’ll die? You’ll let me die?
(pause)
As if my fate is in your hands? Fuck you. We’re both at the mercy of the sea or you would have killed me long ago.
(long pause)
Your threats are just as worthless as mine. What will you eat when I’m dead and rotten? You need me Carter–you need me just as much as I need you.

 

CARTER
(condescending)
Nice try, Bowman, nice try.
(pause)
But I really don’t need you at all.

 

BOWMAN
Well your water won’t last forever.

 

Carter looks at Bowman with surprise.

BOWMAN (CONT’D)
(solemn)
And when it dries up and we’re both crazy from dehydration, you’ll have nothing to barter with. You’ll be dealing with a desperate, hopeless man–who knows what I’ll be capable of.

 

CARTER
Believe me, I already know. We all go a little crazy in our own ways.

 

BOWMAN
Is that why you ate the others? Because you went crazy?
(pause)
What the hell do you get out of it–out of eating people?

 

CARTER
Food.
(pause)
Isn’t it obvious? I get food out of it.
(pause)
It’s really that simple.
(pause)
I don’t picture myself as a cannibal–or devious monster–just a man trying to beat the odds–trying to cheat death.

 

BOWMAN
Cheat’s the right word: You’re extending your existence by shortening another. Plundering life from someone weaker than you.

 

CARTER
I’d rather not do it to a living person. It’s shameful.
(pause)
But, I need to eat. I can’t just sit around waiting for everyone to die just to be polite about it.
(pause)
I’m at wits’ end so I’m not going to play nice.

 

BOWMAN
(long pause)
What’s it like–eating a person?

 

CARTER
Honestly? I try not to think about it.
(pause)
I really don’t enjoy it.

 

BOWMAN
I really don’t believe you.

 

CARTER
Okay. I lied. I love it. There’s nothing more that I love in this world right now then the idea of sinking my teeth into juicy, bloody, mouth-watering flesh. The anticipation alone makes my heart stop.
(pause)
It’s like when you’ve been working for hours and you finally make it down to mess, the kitchen just closed and all the food is gone except for the one last steak.
(pause)
You catch a couple of privates and corporals eyeing it–you race over to the counter before them and secure it in your grasp–sweat dripping down your face–your mouth sore and wanting–your teeth poised to chomp…
(pause)
When the meat hits your tongue the chemical reaction relayed to your brain through your nerves satisfies every single problem and nuisance impeding your concentration–
(pause)
you forget all your troubles and all your responsibilities–just to live in this one, brief moment.
(pause)
And when you finish chewing and swallowing that piece of meat the process starts all over again–and you have to continually satisfy the urge now. You cannot control it.
(pause)
That’s what it’s like to eat a person. I can’t stop. Ever. Until I’m dead.

 

BOWMAN
It sounds as if you’re addicted.

 

CARTER
Bowman, it’s as if I have tasted God himself. There’s no turning back.
(pause)
I was forced to make difficult choices in a difficult situation. Not unlike the people who endured the Soviet Famine; or the POWs of Leningrad; or the crew of the Medusa.
(pause)
I did not make these decisions lightly.

 

BOWMAN
And you don’t feel remorse?

 

CARTER
They were hard decisions that were neither heroic nor villainous.

 

BOWMAN
But if you don’t feel remorse then how can you justify the process?

 

CARTER
Because I’m alive. When you take a large enough group of people, there’s always going to be some maniac who snaps and eats the others.

 

BOWMAN
There were only five of us.

 

CARTER
Yeah, well, luck of the draw. Someone had to, naturally. It could have been you.

 

BOWMAN
Not fucking likely.

 

CARTER
Not every man who eats another man was a cannibal before ending up in that situation.
(pause)
Before the sinking, I’d never eaten anyone–hell, I was vegetarian.

 

BOWMAN
And look at you now: Proud, and happy and satiated.

 

CARTER
The others were in worse shape than you! Like animals left to die on the side of the road–their lives were over. I helped put them out of their misery.
(pause)
Which is a shame, I would have much rather preferred them the way I prefer you–alive. Fresh, right off the bone.

 

BOWMAN
I could jump.

 

Carter lets out a boisterous laugh.

CARTER
Like Salinger did?

 

BOWMAN
He thought it’d be easier taking his chances in the sea. Who knows how far he got, or if he was able to reach shore.

 

CARTER
Face it: He’s dead. Salinger was a fool. Unable to understand the gravity of the situation we faced.

 

BOWMAN
No–he went overboard because could tell what kind of a person you were before the seediness crept through. He knew you were a monster.

 

CARTER
And I reiterate: He’s dead–and Cassidy’s dead–and they’re all dead; everyone on the Goddamn ship is dead! Regardless of whether or not I’m their killer–they’re all dead. Dead. Understand?
(pause)
It doesn’t matter if I swallowed them or the ocean did–

 

BOWMAN
(interrupting)
Why are you trying to convince me that everything you’ve done is somehow sanctified and righteous?
(pause)
Don’t spin this.
(pause)
And don’t you dare tell me that your life is worth more than theirs, or mine.

 

CARTER CHARGES FORWARD, without warning, at Bowman, hands raised and ready to grab his neck.

Even though he is caught off guard, Bowman instantly defends himself by throwing his arms up in defense.

SCREAMING, Bowman stabs Carter in the abdomen twice.

SMACK, Carter falls back and lands heavily against the side of the raft.

CARTER
(in pain)
Goddamn it, Bowman!
(pause)
I’ll fucking kill you!

 

Bowman gasps for air.

Carter is bleeding heavily from the wounds. He clenches his teeth in agony.

BOWMAN
(proud)
Not if I kill you first.
(pause)
I warned you–stay away from me.

 

Bowman wipes the bloody knife off on his pants.

CARTER
(angry)
If you think you’re getting any of this fucking water now–it’ll cost you a lot more than your fingers!
(pause)
You hear me?
(pause)
It’ll cost you your fucking head!
(quiet, to himself)
Son of a bitch!

 

BOWMAN
(swallows)
I’m not afraid of you anymore.

 

Carter looks up from his wound and stares back at Bowman with an insane, ravenous glare.

CARTER
You will be.

 

BOWMAN
No.
(pause)
No, I’m tired of being pushed around by you.
(pause)
I’m going to do everything I can to stay alive as long as I have to–until you’re dead, Carter.

 

ANGLE ON CARTER, he remains speechless. He attempts to patch up his wound with pieces of his clothing.

CUT TO:

 

EXT. OCEAN — DUSK

ESTABLISHING SHOT — DRIFTING, the afternoon has passed, Bowman and Carter float across the endless sea; no islands or vessels are visible in any direction.

The sun is beginning to set.

BOWMAN
(singing, slurring)
Let me tell you ’bout Wayne
and his deals of cocaine
a little more every day
holding for a friend
till the band do well
then the D.E.A. locked him away
(louder)
Clang! Clang! Go the jail guitar doors!
Bang! Bang! Go the boots on the floor!
Cry! Cry! For your lonely mother’s son!
Clang! Clang! Go the jail–

 

CARTER
(annoyed, interrupted)
Bowman!
(pause)
Shut up!
(pause)
You’re insane! And a terrible singer!

 

BOWMAN
(delirious)
I’m severely dehydrated.
(swallows)
Everything inside me hurts: My muscles and my bones. I can’t see too well.
(gasps)
I’m burning up–my throat feels like it’s been ripped to shreds.
(pause)
I need water.

 

CARTER
Well, I’m afraid that ship has sailed.

 

BOWMAN
You really won’t reconsider?

 

CARTER
We already talked about this. I think you’re a bit too lively still. I’ll need you more subdued.

 

BOWMAN
I thought we had a deal…

 

CARTER
The price for water is too high, right now.

 

BOWMAN
What do you mean too high? I’ll give you another finger.
(chuckles)
Or whatever you want.

 

CARTER
No.

 

BOWMAN
Or two–

 

CARTER
No.

 

BOWMAN
Carter–I will cut off my whole hand for water right now. If your plan is to take advantage of me there is no better time.

 

CARTER SMILES, this is exactly the position he was determined to get Bowman into.

CARTER
Wait. Not yet.

 

BOWMAN
You’re not even fuckin’ drinking it.

 

CARTER
The water is finite. I’m rationing.

 

BOWMAN
What’s the point? You already said you’re going to die out here. You said you’re certain you’ll outlive me and certain you’ll be stranded in this–inflatable coffin.
(pause)
So what’s the point?

 

CARTER
It’s a retainer.

 

BOWMAN
A retainer?

 

CARTER
You said that when the water runs out I’ll have nothing to bargain with.

 

BOWMAN
So you’re rationing it for me? To use it–against me–to make me do things to myself.

 

CARTER
Yes. I’m gonna keep using the water however I want, to get whatever I want from you, for as long as I want.

 

BOWMAN
You still intend to eat me?

 

CARTER
Piece by piece.

 

BOWMAN
What about when I die?
(pause)
Will you eat me then, too?

 

CARTER
Yes, probably. If you don’t rot too fast.

 

BOWMAN
(angry)
Then I hope you choke to death.

 

Carter laughs.

CARTER
Bowman, I’m really going to miss you when you’re gone.
(pause)
Sincerely.

 

BOWMAN
And if you go first; I don’t know if I’d be more excited to reach shore than to know that you’re dead.

 

CARTER
Go first? Even if you could kill me–before I choke to death–on your flesh–you’ll have nowhere to go. Bowman, you’ll be lost at sea forever. You’ll never reach land–I promise.

 

Bowman stares down, solemnly.

THE SUN SETS, below the horizon. The few clouds in the sky glow hot orange and then pink as the light fades from above.

Carter secures the canteen next to him and rests his head on the side of the life raft.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Bowman is confused by Carter’s actions.

BOWMAN
You trust me enough to go to sleep?

 

CARTER
I’m tired.
(pause)
I’ve been watching you shake. I trust that you’re not strong enough to do anything to me if I do.
(pause)
And I know you’re no killer.

 

BOWMAN
You don’t know that.

 

CARTER
I know you’re too methodical. You won’t ever act upon opportunity.
(long pause)
I’m also a light sleeper.

 

After Carter speaks this he remains silent, and drifts off to sleep.

QUIET AND CALM, Bowman is left alone, staring at him. Bowman watches Carter’s chest rise and fall. Hair blows across his face and he does not move or wake to push it away.

Bowman shifts his weight to assume a more comfortable position. He keeps his eyes locked on Carter, seeking any sign that he may move or feign sleep.

Nothing.

ANGLE ON CARTER, he does not move or flinch. He continues to breathe consistent, deep breaths.

ANGLE ON BOWMAN, the repetitiveness and calmness of Carter’s breathing relaxes him. He begins to drift asleep.

Bowman feels it is safe now, with Carter asleep, to finally rest.

Bowman is out.

CUT TO BLACK.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. RAFT — HOURS LATER — NIGHT

Bowman wakes suddenly from a deep sleep. His body jolts. His muscles tense and his lungs draw in a long, full breath.

ANGLE ON BOWMAN, his eyes scan the darkness to focus and acclimatize to the lack of light.

He spots Carter, who remains asleep.

Bowman takes another deep breath and relaxes his muscles. He tries to enjoy the reprieve from Carter’s terror.

POV — BOWMAN, he SEES blood moving beneath Carter as the raft rolls on the waves. Bowman SEES Carter’s chest rising and falling: He cannot be dead.

Bowman musters up the strength to push himself off the floor of the raft, carefully and quietly.

He moves towards Carter.

SNIFFING, Bowman moves within inches of him. His nose flinches at the putrid smell of Carter’s festering wound. Bowman is not
repulsed by the smell.

POV — BOWMAN, he leans closer and SEES the canteen of water sitting close by. The canteen is unguarded.

TWO SHOT, Bowman focuses back on Carter, on his wound. The smell draws him closer to Carter’s abdomen. In the darkness, Bowman locates the wound and delicately licks the blood surrounding it. Carter does not wake.

Bowman halts his ravenous behavior and pulls himself away.

Staring at Carter with contempt, he pulls the knife from his belt and leans in closer, almost on top of Carter.

CLOSE-UP — NECK — BLADE, Bowman places the knife against Carter’s neck and delicately drags the blade along his throat.

CLOSE ANGLE ON BOWMAN, his expression fills with murderous rage.

Bowman looks down at the canteen again, sitting on its own, unguarded.

Holding the knife steady against Carter’s throat, Bowman reaches down for the canteen, securing it in his hand.

Bowman looks back up into Carter’s open eyes.

BOWMAN
(surprised)
Fuck.

 

BAM, Carter lunges forward, tackling Bowman to the floor of the raft. The knife and canteen go flying in different directions.

SHOUTING, both of them scream as they engage in a vicious fight.

WHACK WHACK WHACK, Carter repeatedly hits Bowman in the side with clenched fists.

SMACK, Bowman hits back, knocking Carter in the eye and jaw several times.

They scratch and claw at each other.

ROARING AND SPLASHING, the behavior of the ocean waves mimics their violent actions.

Carter stumbles backwards as he chokes on blood.

BOWMAN
(shouts)
Come on, asshole! You want me?!

 

Carter again lunges for Bowman, this time, they both land against the side of the raft, clawing and scraping at each other.

WHAM WHAM, Bowman smacks Carter in the face with his palm numerous times. Blood splashes to and fro as
the fight rages on.

SCREAMING, Carter claws at Bowman’s chest wound, forcing him to shriek in pain.

Bowman smashes Carter’s face one more time, very hard, and then kicks him away.

Carter collects himself on the other side of the raft, spewing blood, staring Bowman down and even chomping his broken, mangled teeth at him.

Bowman wipes a smattering of blood off his face and looks around for the knife.

CARTER
What’s wrong, Bowman? Can’t even kill me with your bare hands?

Bowman makes the first move and thrusts for Carter’s throat. He cannot move quick enough before Bowman has a grip, but not before he furiously scratches and claws at the already damaged skin.

PUNCH, Carter’s face is broken–he falls to the floor.

Bowman reaches for his throat with the other free hand.

CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP, with his last bit of strength Carter resorts to biting Bowman’s arms and tearing at the self-inflicted wounds.

SMACK, Bowman hits Carter’s head very hard and he loses his rigor. Bowman falls back with Carter on top of him, in a
stranglehold.

STRANGLING, Bowman wraps his hands around Carter’s neck from behind. His fingertips press hard into Carter’s windpipe.

Carter cannot breathe and gasps for whatever little air he can get. Bowman squeezes harder, clenching his teeth as he kills Carter.

Carter has stopped hitting back.

BOWMAN
(mutters)
I did it…

 

CARTER
(quiet gasp)
What..?

 

BOWMAN
I outlived you.

 

MURDEROUS FURY, Bowman tightens his grip one last time, crushing Carter’s windpipe, strangling him to death. He holds this
position for a few moments to ensure that Carter is dead.

Bowman releases his grip and pushes Carter away. He gasps for air and tries to slow his heart rate.

Bowman looks around.

POV — BOWMAN, he SEES the canteen on the other side of the raft.

He hoists Carter’s body up onto the side of the raft. With a second step Bowman pushes the body overboard, into the ocean.

SPLASH, Carter is gone.

BOWMAN
See you in hell, Carter.

 

Bowman slouches against the side of the raft, feeling too exhausted to reach for the canteen.

Bowman passes out.

CUT TO BLACK.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN — DAY

ESTABLISHING SHOT, Bowman wakes up slowly as the bright sun beams down onto his damaged body.

He opens his eyes and peers around, assessing the situation.

ANGLE ON RAFT, blood covers most of the raft, and has begun hardening into a rust-colored substance.

POV — BOWMAN, he SEES the knife close by: The blade is clean and bloodless. Then Bowman SEES the canteen. His eyes shoot wide open and his mouth begins to water.

He peels himself out of a pool of dried blood and crawls to the other side of the raft towards the canteen.

FAST, Bowman grabs the canteen and quickly unscrews the cap. He hoists the canteen over his head, over his dry, sore mouth and–nothing. Not a single drop of water falls out. He holds it steady. Still, no water comes out.

SHAKING, Bowman jiggles the canteen above his head.

Nothing.

The canteen is bone-dry.

Bowman holds the canteen in front of him, shaking it around and upside down. And still nothing comes out.

DEFEATED, Bowman lowers the canteen and stares past the CAMERA, defocusing his eyes–thinking, realizing how devastating this
discovery is.

BOWMAN
(quietly)
Carter–you son of a bitch.

 

Bowman stares at the canteen and then at his left hand where he removed the one finger, and left arm where he removed the pieces of skin.

His eyes shift wildly as he tries to put the pieces together of what really happened, what he went through, and what will happen next.

Bowman falls backwards against the side of the raft. Looking exhausted, he peers out at the vast, endless ocean.

He gasps for air as he chokes on panic and fright, understanding that he will die out here.

SLAM, Bowman keels over and lands in a puddle of blood on the floor of the raft. He is tired, worn-out and crushed. He can no longer stand to look at the rolling waves of the ocean.

CRYING, brief tears stream out of his eyes. His cheeks tense up and he erupts into full-blown crying, which is not very nice looking and involves a lot more choking and moaning than one would expect.

Bowman sniffs his tears back and completely closes his eyes.

CUT TO:

 

EXT. OCEAN — ISLAND — DAY

ESTABLISHING SHOT, an unknown amount of time passes. The aimlessly drifting life raft is carried by the waves and the current to the shores of a small mid-ocean island.

The island is rocky, with little vegetation towards the mountainous midsection.

ANGLE ON RAFT, wave after wave, the raft creeps up to the shore.

The CAMERA follows the raft from behind as it makes its way towards land.

The raft lands against the soft sand on the brief beach. It finally comes to a rest, even as the ocean waves repeatedly splash against it and flood around it.

The raft does not move.

Bowman does not step out.

HIGH ANGLE, the raft is empty.

CUT TO:

 

TITLE: “THE OCEAN”.

 

END TITLES.

 

THE END