Deep Rising Page #12

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FINNEGAN:

The safety! The safety!

Trillian frantically fumbles around, looking for the right lever on

the complicated, sophisticated weapon, trying to find it.

TRILLIAN:

I don't know where it is!

FINNEGAN:

On the side!!

Desperate, unable to find it, she does the next best thing...she

swings her rifle like it's a baseball bat. SMACKS the TENTACLE. HARD.

RIPPING into its flesh. It SQUIRTS ink-blood, releases Finnegan and

recoils. Finnegan drops to his knees. Grabbing his arm, in pain. The

tentacle recovers and starts coming toward him again. Trillian grabs

him, and with all her strength, jerks him to his feet, and starts to

drag him backward. The tentacle coils, ready to strike. Just before it

does so, Finnegan grabs the rifle with his one good arm, flips the

safety, and fires, blasting the tentacle to pieces.

FINNEGAN:

Let's get the hell out of here!

Finnegan staggers to his feet. He and Trillian run off.

CUT TO:

91INT. ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT

Trillian and Finnegan come running around a corner, and stop to catch

their breath.

FINNEGAN:

(annoyed)

The safety...the safety...

He flicks the safety on and off.

FINNEGAN:

Got it?

TRILLIAN:

(pissed)

Hey! I didn't have to come back.

FINNEGAN:

Yeah you did...

TRILLIAN:

(defensive)

Right... You have a boat.

FINNEGAN:

Boat or no boat... You woulda come

back anyway. You're that kind of

gal.

TRILLIAN:

Oh yeah? What kind is that?

FINNEGAN:

The "come back" kind.

TRILLIAN:

How do you know that?

FINNEGAN:

Takes one to know one.

Finnegan's small smile makes Trillian acutely uncomfortable.

V.O.

HEELLPP!!

CUT TO:

92INT. ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT

The Captain is stuck in a strange gelatinous spider web. Struggling,

frantic. But the more he struggles, the more enmeshed he gets. He

holds his hands out beseechingly to Canton, who stands looking at him

in terror.

CAPTAIN:

Help me!

But Canton does not move.

All of a sudden Canton sees something deep in the web, behind the

Captain, which makes his blood freeze.

CAPTAIN:

What is it?

Canton takes a few steps back.

CAPTAIN:

What?!... WHAT?!

The Captain tries to look over his shoulder to see what it is. There

is a DARK MOVEMENT deep within the spider web.

CAPTAIN:

HELP ME, CANTON! HELP MEEEEEEE!!

ANGLE ON:
Finnegan and Trillian racing across a catwalk. Below them,

they can see Canton backing away from the Captain.

FINNEGAN:

Grab his hands!!

Canton looks up, stunned, as he sees Finnegan and Trillian rushing

down from the catwalk.

CAPTAIN:

CANTON!! HELP!!

Canton backs away from the Captain, as the Captain's struggle draws

him further into the web. The Captain's eyes bulge, horrified, as he

feels SOMETHING inside the spider web GRAB him from behind.

CAPTAIN:

IT HURTS!!!!! IT HURRRRRTTTTTSSSS!!!

He struggles WILDLY. Then starts to freeze up as the tentacles wrap

around him.

Finnegan and Trillian race across the floor as the Captain is slowly

sucked deeper into the spider web; his face and body bady

constricting, paralyzed. His VOICE is CHOKED OFF.

Hanover, Chin, Mamooli and Pantucci burst out of another alleyway.

Finnegan and Trillian reach the Captain just as his FACE is SUCKED

into the gelatinous web. They skid to a stop. Everybody piles up. Eyes

wide. Watching as the Captain's body is pulled deeper into the dark

web. Tentacles enveloping him.

HANOVER:

(to Canton)

Where is the closest hatch?

Canton still pressed against the wall, staring at the spot the Captain

disappeared, talking to himself.

CANTON:

I never meant for anyone to get hurt

...it was supposed to be clean...

Hanover grabs Canton by the front of his tattered tuxedo jacket.

HANOVER:

You hypocritical bastard...all you

gave a sh*t about was the money...

where's the hatch!!

Canton points down a darkened passageway.

HANOVER:

Alright let's move out...you two on

point...

He looks at an uneasy Mamooli and Chin.

FINNEGAN:

Joey... Which way's aft?

PANTUCCI:

That way.

He points in the opposite direction.

HANOVER:

Who gives a sh*t about aft?

FINNEGAN:

That's where my boat's moored.

HANOVER:

You trying to take over my show

Finnegan, that what you trying to

do?

FINNEGAN:

Just trying to get to my boat...

Finnegan takes off down a catwalk in the opposite direction that

disappears in the dark. Pantucci is right with him. Trillian, a step

behind.

HANOVER:

(yelling)

You stay away from that vault! You

hear me?

Just before he steps into the darkness, Finnegan calls over his

shoulder...

FINNEGAN:

They respond to sound...

He disappears into the dark. Canton looks at Hanover for a long

moment, and then takes off after Finnegan. The other two mercs look at

Hanover, wavering.

HANOVER:

(tense)

What?

The sound of his voice makes the two mercs look around nervously.

MAMOOLI:

(whispered)

He made sense.

HANOVER:

(loud)

He's a bloody...

And then conscious of his voice reverberating...

HANOVER:

(whispered)

...he's a bloody taxi driver!

Chin breaks for the catwalk, hurrying after Finnegan. Hanover stands

with a very antsy Mamooli, steaming. After a long moment, he strides

off after Finnegan as well.

CUT TO:

93INT. BALLAST PASSAGEWAY - DAY

In SLOW-MO, Finnegan and the others creep down a darkened, pipe-lined

passageway. Guns out front. Sight beams sweeping the path ahead. Eyes

wide open. Sweat sliding down their faces. Breath coming in short

nervous bursts. Hearts pounding out of chests. The ominous MUSICAL

SCORE adds to the tension. Then the EMERGENCY LIGHTING KICKS ON. A

creepy-looking reddish-blue glow is cast throughout the ship. Finnegan

continues on. Followed by the others. All sweating hard. Eyes

nervously shifting. Fear thick in the air. LOOKING DOWN THROUGH A

METAL GATE, we SEE Finnegan, Trillian and the others passing below.

Then suddenly, in the dark foreground -- SOMETHING WET WRIGGLES across

the gate.

They come to a door. Finnegan tries the handle. No go. Finnegan turns

to Canton, and mimes for keys. Canton shakes his head. He has none.

HANOVER:

(whispered)

Very good Finnegan...very good.

Trillian moves up to Finnegan. She reaches into her hair, and pulls

out her trusty lockpick. As he watches, somewhat mystified, she

inserts the pin, tickles the lock a few times, and depresses the

handle. Click! The door opens. Finnegan looks at her curiously, but

with respect.

CUT TO:

94INT. BALLAST SECTION - DAY

They ENTER the rear ballast section, where the walls are indeed far

apart, half of which is now a small POND. Obviously flooded. The only

way out of this room is down some STEPS which VANISH beneath the

seawater, or through a single violently twisted HATCH DOOR.

Finnegan tries to push the hatch. It will not give. Mamooli and Chin

join him, adding their considerable muscle to the task. The hatch

holds tight.

Finnegan turns to Canton, who stands slumped against a railing. He

does not look well at all.

FINNEGAN:

What's on the far side?

CANTON:

I don't know.

PANTUCCI:

(nerves)

It's your damn ship! What the hell

do you mean you don't know?

Finnegan touches Pantucci's shoulder.

FINNEGAN:

Joey, what difference does it

make...

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