Strickland walks towards the bank of medical monitors.
Elisa tenses.
The door opens. Hoffstetler et al, enter.
STRICKLAND
General Hoyt! Welcome, Sir! Everything’s ready. Good to have you here, Sir!
Technicians pour in. Elisa hides.
GENERAL HOYT
Good God. Is that it?
(matter of fact)
Much bigger than I pictured.
STRICKLAND
Ain’t that something? Ugly as sin. The natives in the Amazon worshipped it-
GENERAL HOYT
Well- It sure doesn’t look like much of a God right now, does it?
Strickland takes a pill or two. Hoffstetler Examines the
creature: BLOOD in his hands.
STRICKLAND
They were primitives, sir. Tossed offerings into the water; flowers, fruits, crap like that... Tried to stop the oil drill with bows and arrows. That didn’t end too well.
HOFFSTETLER
What happened? He's bleeding. You cannot keep doing this-
STRICKLAND
It’s an animal, Hoffstetler. Just keeping it tame.
Elisa watches from her hiding place.
GENERAL HOYT
(flips through folder)
“Oxygen osmosis- dioxide exchange.” What are we lookin’ at here, Son?
HOFFSTETLER
This creature, Sir- I’ve never seen anything like like it. Ever. It can alternate between two entirely separate breathing mechanisms...
STRICKLAND
Mudskipper can do that.
HOFFSTETLER
You want to put a man in space for days, weeks even, he’s going to have to endure conditions the human body just wasn’t made for. But this- This means long-term survivability in space. This gives us an edge against the Soviets.
GENERAL HOYT
How long can it breathe outside the water?
STRICKLAND shows him a CHRONOMETER. Ticking.
STRICKLAND
Really- Thirty minute intervals. It’s been out now, about... twenty eight- so we should start to see the effects.
They wait. The creature suffers.
STRICKLAND (CONT’D)
Reality, is, Sir- We don’t know jackshit about this thing-
GENERAL HOYT
Soviets want it- We know that much. Those cockeyed bastards- They send a dog up into space- We get a laugh. But next thing we know- they send a human up -- a Ruskie, orbiting our planet, doing God knows what? And then who’s laughing? Krushchev. That’s who- We let him put a dog in space, he laughs, puts a commie in space, he laughs, puts missiles in Cuba. Have we learned nothing?
STRICKLAND
Give'm a dog, they take Cuba.
GENERAL HOYT
You got that right.
They laugh. The creature spasms in pain.
HOFFSTETLER
Sir. I would advise-
They watch as the creature struggles to breathe.
HOFFSTETLER (CONT’D)
We need to get him back in the water--
STRICKLAND
Let us go over the mark for once, See where it takes us.
The creature starts convulsing. Elisa steps out from behind
the monitors, ready to act. Hoffstetler sees her. His eyes
stop her.
Strickland waits: looks at the chronometer.
STRICKLAND (CONT’D)
Scientists- they are like artists: They fall in love with their playthings.
He looks right at the creature, who’s gasping, in agony. The
second hand on the chronometer crosses the minute mark.
STRICKLAND (CONT’D)
Now- Over here, Sir- right here- you see?
(mirror signals his ribcage)
The creature has a thick jointed cartilage separating the primary and secondary lungs- Am I explaining this correctly, Bob?
HOFFSTETLER
(overlapping)
Yes- but we’ve been able to get-
STRICKLAND
It makes the X-rays inconclusive...
HOFFSTETLER
In principle, yes but, See? This-
STRICKLAND
Sir- If we want to get the edge on the Soviets- and I know we can- we have to vivisect this thing. Take it apart. Learn how it works.
HOFFSTETLER
No- no- That would defeat the purpose-
The creature faints and releases a large pool of urine on the
slab.
Elisa, watching, is in agony, barely able to restrain
herself.
HOFFSTETLER (CONT’D)
Sir? He’s passed out- Please.
General Hoyt glances at Strickland, who checks the stopwatch
and shrugs.
Relieved, Hoffstetler gives the signal, and the techs rush
around the creature. He uses his keys to free it from the
collar and manacles.
HOFFSTETLER (CONT’D)
Put him in the tank- The tank. Let him pressurize.
(beat)
General Hoyt, Sir: You cannot- under any circumstance- kill this creature. You cannot-
GENERAL HOYT
Count these with me, Son- there’s five of them: That means I can do whatever the hell I want. You wanna plead your case? I’ll listen
(beat)
But, end of the day, it is my damn decision.
The three of them leave.
Elisa steps out. Follows them.