Deep Rising Page #10

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PANTUCCI:

Finnegan!

Trillian and Finnegan turn to Pantucci who is looking down at the

floor where a mass of yellow slime has dripped from the ceiling.

All look up to the yellow goo dripping from the ceiling...followed by

a sucking sound.

TRILLIAN:

It's up there!!

Finnegan lifts his pulse rifle and blasts the ceiling. The sucking

sound stops.

FINNEGAN:

Not anymore.

The elevator stops. DING! The door opens. Finnegan whirls his rifle,

rising. Trillian lifts her high heel, ready to strike... Hanover,

Chin, and Mamooli have their massive guns trained on the car. The

Captain and Canton quiver behind them. There is a momentary stand off.

HANOVER:

Where are my men?

FINNEGAN:

Dead.

CHIN:

YAAHHH!!

Chin charges Finnegan, the butt of his rifle raised to smash

Finnegan's skull. Finnegan parries and drives Chin into the rear wall

of the elevator. Mamooli jumps Finnegan from behind, wrapping his

rifle against Finnegan's throat. Pantucci jumps on Mamooli's massive

back, ripping at his face.

Finnegan drops, buries his elbow in Mamooli's solar plexus, spins, and

has his knife out of his boot and at Mamooli's throat in a flash.

ANGLE ON:
Trillian. Impressed. She had no idea.

HANOVER:

Drop it!

Finnegan looks up into the barrel of Hanover's gun...and a pair of

eyes that will use it. Finnegan does as he is told.

HANOVER:

Now, back up!

Again, Finnegan does as he is told.

HANOVER:

Everybody in!

The Captain and Canton are only to happy to comply. As they slip in,

Trillian tries to slip out. Hanover swings his gun on her.

HANOVER:

Where are you going?

TRILLIAN:

(freezing)

Nowhere...

FINNEGAN:

Hanover, listen...

HANOVER:

Shut up!

Hanover hit the elevator button. The elevator starts to rise.

HANOVER:

Now, where's Mulligan? Where's Vivo?

FINNEGAN:

I told you...

PANTUCCI:

Man, there's something here! On the

boat!

CANTON:

You see? You see?

HANOVER:

Shut up! Shut up all of you! Now

here's what we're doing... Mamooli

is going to take you back to fix

your engines, Chin and I are staying

here to finish the job...

FINNEGAN:

Did you clear this?

HANOVER:

With who?

All of a sudden, the car is jerked to a halt, as if some giant hand

was yanking on the cable.

FINNEGAN:

With that...

And then, the elevator jerks down again. And up. Everyone is thrown

about like straw. Everyone is shouting, panicked. And then the jerking

stops...and the sound of sucking surrounds the car. The cable starts

twisting, creaking sickeningly above their heads.

PANTUCCI:

It's gonna snap the cable!

Trillian starts hitting the buttons frantically.

TRILLIAN:

Open! Open! God damn it!!

Finnegan is at the doors, pulling them with all his might.

FINNEGAN:

Help me!!

Pantucci, then Mamooli, then Hanover and Chin pull at the doors as

Trillian keeps hitting the buttons. The doors part a bit.

FINNEGAN:

They're coming! They're coming!

The doors fly open to...a solid wall.

FINNEGAN:

Oh sh*t...

And silence...until the doors slam shut...the cable snaps...and the

car plummets! Screaming and shouting mixes with the bloodcurdling

shrieking of the metal elevator frame against the shaft.

Finnegan's eyes go to the floor indicator.

13 -- 12 -- 11 -- 10 -- 9 -- 8 -- 7 -- 6 -- 5 -- 4!

An AUTOMATED VOICE rapidly CALLS OUT right along with it --

VOICE:

4th floor. 3rd floor. 2nd floor. 1st

floor...

Down, down, down it goes. Faster and faster. But the elevator doesn't

stop at the first floor. It keeps dropping. The FLOOR INDICATOR

BLINKS:
"SUBLEVEL. SUBLEVEL. SUBLEVEL."

CANTON:

It's taking us to the bottom of the

ship!

FINNEGAN:

HANG ON!

CABLES SNAP. METAL SCREAMS. The ELEVATOR starts to BUCKLE. Which is

actually good, because it's getting jammed sideways in the shaft which

slows it down. The it HITS bottom with a resounding crash.

CUT TO:

85INT. SUBLEVEL LOBBY - DAY

The DOORS BLOW OUT into the darkened hallway. For a long moment

nothing moves, then Finnegan tumbles out of the elevator. Rising

painfully. One after another the others exit into the dark lobby.

HANOVER:

Where are we?

CANTON:

The sublevel lobby.

Finnegan bends down to pick up one of the pulse rifles.

HANOVER:

Don't touch it!

Finnegan looks up to Hanover standing a bit shakily, his own rifle

trained on Finnegan.

FINNEGAN:

You shoot me and you got no ride

home...

And with that, Finnegan picks up the gun. A test of wills. Finnegan

wins, and then turns to the Captain.

FINNEGAN:

You the Captain?

CAPTAIN:

Yes.

FINNEGAN:

How do we get out of here?

CAPTAIN:

We have to make it to the third

deck...

Pantucci steps on something. CRUNCH! He looks down, his eyes widen.

PANTUCCI:

Oh no!! Oh no!! Finnegan!!!

He starts dancing around, trying not to step on whatever it is.

Trillian looks down and SCREAMS. Everybody freaks --

Finnegan grabs a flashlight from Chin's utility belt, and sweeps the

beam over the lobby. The entire floor of the lobby is littered with

shattered HUMAN SKELETONS. Picked clean and spit out. Just like the

earlier whale bones. Then suddenly, at the far end of the hallway, one

of the metal WALLS suddenly EXPANDS and FLEXES. Everybody feezes. And

then the FLEXING suddenly comes RACING down either side of the

hallway, accompanied by the most god-awful PRIMORDIAL SCREECH!

FINNEGAN:

This way!

FINNEGAN BOLTS. Everybody else right behind him. The FLEXING and

SCREECHING VANISHES into the walls.

CUT TO:

86EXT. FUJI MARY & SAIPAN - DAY

RAIN POURS DOWN on the Fuji Maru and the Saipan as they bob in the

waves, surrounded by endless choppy ocean waters.

CUT TO:

87INT. SAIPAN ENGINE ROOM - DAY

Billy comes down the steps, gun out front, looking around.

BILLY:

Hey you! Muscles! Out here!

There is no reply. The only sound is the sucking of the pump.

BILLY:

O.K. You want it that way...

He ENTERS the waist-high water.

BILLY:

...when I find you, you pay...

Billy heads deeper into the hold.

CUT TO:

88INT. MACHINE SHOP - MOMENTS LATER

Damp, dark and disgusting. A MAZE of pipes and gears lines the walls.

Finnegan SLAMS the HATCH shut. Dogs it tight. Everyone's gathering

themselves around the room: Trillian, Pantucci, Hanover, Mamooli,

Chin, the Captain and Canton.

TRILLIAN:

We've gotta call for help.

PANTUCCI:

Yeah man, no sh*t, call in the

Marines.

CAPTAIN:

We can't...all the communication

systems went down.

TRILLIAN:

So get them back up.

CAPTAIN:

I don't know how.

PANTUCCI:

Hey I can fix any damn thing...

where's the comm. center?

CANTON:

We should get off as soon as

possible.

TRILLIAN:

But if we can at least send a

message...

CANTON:

I say we evacuate as soon as...

FINNEGAN:

(to Canton)

Who are you?

CAPTAIN:

He's the owner...

FINNEGAN:

Why don't you want a message sent?

CANTON:

I just think that...

FINNEGAN:

Because you know a message can't be

sent...

There is a moment of silence.

FINNEGAN:

You're the inside guy aren't you?

The guy who knocked out the

communications.

Hanover sets Mason's pulse-rifle down and claps his hands.

HANOVER:

Bravo.

Canton flashes Hanover a look. The Captain is confused.

Trillian suddenly GRABS CANTON, spins him around and SLAMS him against

the hull.

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