Blast from the Past Page #3

Calvin and Helen speak over the Tower who is telling

other aircraft in the vicinity to clear the area.

CALVIN:

You hear that?!

HELEN:

Yes.

Calvin unplugs the radio and quickly wraps the cord.

CALVIN:

We can listen to the rest downstairs!

He pushes aside a table that is hiding a hatch in the

floor and unlocks it by turning the hatch's wheel. Then

he opens the hatch and reaches inside to turn on a light.

Red submarine light shines up from below. All the while

he and Helen are chatting:

HELEN:

Calvin, I wish you would have at least

let me do the dishes. It's not going

to be that easy getting all that dried-

on food off my nice plates.

CALVIN:

I just hope those plates aren't

radioactive by tomorrow morning.

HELEN:

Cheese is particularly troublesome.

CALVIN:

Worse than your Kraft Holiday dip?

HELEN:

Oh, much worse. But not as bad as that

Mexican Jumping Bean dip. You remember

that?

CALVIN:

Yeah, yeah. Okay. Give me the roast

and watch your step. I'll come back

for the radio.

She steps into the hatch and onto a ladder.

INT. JET - NIGHT

The young pilot is bouncing around the now smokey

cockpit.

PILOT:

Tower, say again!!

TOWER:

The SAR HELO is airborne with you in

sight.

PILOT:

I'm marking the 180 radial for five

and ejecting.

TOWER:

Roger, Wolf One.

The pilot rights the plane; points the joy stick; and

reaches for the ejection handles between his legs.

EXT. JET

The pilot ejects.

INT. EMPTY COCKPIT

This is the pilot's POV (were there a pilot.) We see the

coastline and we notice that the plane is making a... U-

turn, away from the water and back towards the Valley.

EXT. JET

Streaking back to the Valley with a dramatic tail of

sparks.

EXT. THE PARACHUTING PILOT

He notices that his plane is headed directly at him. It

misses him by a matter of yards.

INT. LADDER - CONTINUOUS

Taking the liberty of a CUTAWAY SECTION, we follow them

down the ladder which is inside a corrugated metal tube.

On either side of the tube we see layers of dirt.

HELEN:

How long will we have to stay down

here?

CALVIN:

I don't know. For this thing to blow

over, it could take days.

HELEN:

Days??

CALVIN:

Rather safe than sorry. That's my

motto!

HELEN:

But, what if I go into labor? That

could happen any time.

CALVIN:

I've read up on it. I'll deliver the

baby myself if I have to.

HELEN:

Now you listen to me Calvin Webber,

when this baby comes, you're going to

be out in the waiting

room smoking yourself to death with

all the other fathers.

CALVIN:

(chuckling)

Yes, dear!

HELEN:

As long as we've got that straight.

EXT. JET - SAME TIME

It COMPLETES ITS TURN and STREAKS SKYWARD at a 90 degree

angle to the ground... until it SPUTTERS and the ENGINES

STOP. Then, after a Road Runner-like beat or two, it

begins to FALL DIRECTLY BACK TO EARTH, tail first.

INT. SMALL ANTEROOM - SAME TIME

The Webbers step off a metal ladder and face a vault-like

chrome hatchway. Calvin opens the six-inch thick door by

pushing another switch on his small box. Helen takes the

roast.

EXT. JET - NIGHT

With only the sound of wind, the jet continues to fall as

the lights of the Valley rush up to meet it.

INT. SHELTER - CONTINUOUS

They step into a darkened room.

CALVIN:

(with arms spread)

Home sweet home!

HELEN:

To you maybe.

Calvin flicks a wall switch and we HEAR A SERIES OF

LIGHTS COMING ON. The echoes of the sounds suggest a

large, cavernous space. All we can see is the cinder

block wall behind them and the hatch door, which Calvin

begins to shut by putting his body into it.

Just then there is a TREMENDOUS DOUBLE EXPLOSION FROM

ABOVE which knocks them to the floor. (Note: Helen hangs

on to the roast, trying her best not to drop it.) The

LADDER, CORRUGATED TUBE, ROOF, AND LOTS OR DIRT AND ROCK

BEGIN TO CRASH DOWN INTO THE ANTEROOM. Calvin struggles

to his feet and gets the vault door shut just in the nick

of time.

HELEN:

What was that?!

CALVIN:

Are you all right?!

Hanging on to the roast she nods vigorously, trying to be

brave.

HELEN:

Yes, I think so.

Calvin hurries to a bright RED METAL BOX on the wall.

Next to the box is a LARGE THERMOMETER OR GAUGE that's

labeled "Radiation Count." There are OTHER GAUGES that

are dropping to zero.

CALVIN:

Oh, no! It's happened! Look at that

heat!! All my surface indicators are

knocked out! Oh, my Lord...it's

actually happened!!

INTER CUT - CU OF BOX AND THERMOMETER

The box has a dial on it, next to which is a large lever.

A foreboding sign reads HATCHWAY TIME LOCKS, USE EXTREME

CAUTION. Calvin pulls the lever.

BACK TO SCENE:

The chrome and steel EXIT HATCHWAY AUTOMATICALLY LOCKS

with great noise, precision and...finality. There is the

SOUND OF A REAR DOOR doing the same thing.

HELEN:

What's that noise?

CALVIN:

The locks.

HELEN:

The locks?

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