Deep Rising Page #13

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Finnegan enters the water.

FINNEGAN:

If you hear one shot, you know I

made it...start coming...

Pantucci follows Finnegan to the water.

HANOVER:

How do we know you're going to

signal...how do we know you're not

going to just take off?

Finnegan stops.

FINNEGAN:

I'll wait here... You go check it

out.

Hanover does not move.

FINNEGAN:

(contemptous)

I didn't think so.

Finnegan wades into the water. Just before he sinks beneath the

surface...

TRILLIAN:

Finnegan...

He looks back.

TRILLIAN:

Be careful.

With a smile, Finnegan dives under. Pantucci right behind him. The

others stand looking around, nervous.

CUT TO:

95INT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT

Finnegan SWIMS down to the floor of the ballast. Then into a

passageway lined with black pipes. Pantucci right behind him. STRANGE

NOISES REVERBERATE through the MURKY waters. CREAKS and MOANS. Spooky

sh*t. Both men are wide-eyed as they swim. Weaving their way through a

maze of pipes and ducts. The THINGS could come out of almost anywhere.

Bubbles drift up from the darkness below. The MUSIC IS TENSE...VERY

VERY TENSE.

Pantucci falls behind. He swims around a curve and right into a

SEVERED HUMAN ARM! AIR BUBBLES BLAST out of his mouth as he SCREAMS.

The fingers on the dead hand seem to reach out for him. He fights his

way past and swims off in a panic.

CUT TO:

96INT. BALLAST - NIGHT

Trillian stares down into the water. Hanover keeps a sharp, nervous

eye back down the catwalk, white-knuckling his pulse rifle. Chin and

Mamooli keep watch, tight lipped. Canton paces back and forth, driven

by anxiety.

HANOVER:

Stop pacing.

Canton acts as if he does not hear. He keeps pacing. Hanover chops

sharply with the stock of his rifle into Canton's arm. Canton crumbles

against the railing, in pain.

CANTON:

AAAAHHHH!!!!

HANOVER:

You deaf?

TRILLIAN:

Why don't you back off?

HANOVER:

You want some too?

Hanover's jaw clenches. He releases the safety on his rifle, the click

resounding ominously in the hollow room.

TRILLIAN:

How brave we are.

Trillian's eyes fix on Hanover's, unwavering. A mexican standoff.

MAMOOLI:

Hanover!

Everyone turn to... A giant ball of black, wet, OOZING RUBBER

UNDULATES down the gangway. Coming straight at them. A mass of

glistening striated MUSCLE.

HANOVER:

Fire!!

The three men open up with their pulse rifles. The CREATURE gets

RIPPED TO SHREDS. Red and blue INK-BLOOD SPLATTERS everywhere. But

onward it comes. Down the gangway. Trillian grabs the pistol off

Chin's utility belt, and opens fire. Canton jumps into the water and

disappears.

CUT TO:

97INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Finnegan explodes to the surface. GASPING for air. He reaches down and

yanks a half drowned Pantucci up next to him. They both look up to

gunfire exploding in the distance.

CUT TO:

98INT. BALLAST ROOM - NIGHT

The creature keeps coming. The mercs keep firing. Then without warning

Hanover drops his rifle and dives into the water, disappearing beneath

the surface.

Trillian is astounded. She throws down her pistol, picks up the pulse

rifle, and slams on the trigger. The recoil of the rifle throws her

into the water. When she surfaces, she sees Chin and Mamooli, firing

as they retreat to the water's edge. Still holding her rifle, she

dives.

CUT TO:

99INT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT

Trillian swims down a violently SHAKING PASSAGEWAY. Eyes wide. Filled

with fear. All around, DEBRIS DROPS through the water. Primordial

SOUNDS REVERBERATE off the walls. Lots of BUBBLING and GURGLING --

THEN SOMETHING LUNGES OUT! TRILLIAN OPENS UP. FIRING wildly. The water

fills with FIRE and BUBBLES. Trillian looks around. Scared shitless.

The bubbles clear just in time for her to see -- Chin, mouth open,

eyes wide, screaming in agony, being ripped past her. She tries to

fire her rifle. Too late. Trillian watches as Chin VANISHES down the

shaft in a CLOUD OF BUBBLES.

CUT TO:

100INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

TRILLIAN BURSTS to the surface. FINNEGAN YANKS her up and out of the

water.

FINNEGAN:

You O.K.?

Trillian can only nod, and gasp for breath.

Canton and Hanover catch their breath, PANTING AWAY, waterlogged.

Hanover reaches over to retreive the rifle in Trillian's hand.

Trillian points the barrel at him, and hits the safety.

TRILLIAN:

(grim)

Finders keepers.

Mamooli bursts out of the water, falling on the floor, close to panic

mode.

MAMOOLI:

Where's Chin?

TRILLIAN:

Gone...

MAMOOLI:

This is not real! This is not bloody

real!

Finnegan TOPPLES a large, heavy metal BROILER onto the open floor

gate, sealing the watery hole in the floor. There are two hatches in

this room. The far hatch is closed. Mamooli stands next to an OPEN

HATCH. Canton points to it.

CANTON:

Through there...another sixty,

seventy yards...there are more

elevators there.

PANTUCCI:

I ain't goin' up no more elevators.

CANTON:

There's stairways...

Mamooli SLAMS the HATCH SHUT. Eyes bugging out of his head.

MAMOOLI:

I say we stay right here!

PANTUCCI:

Are you crazy?

MAMOOLI:

(desperate)

There's plenty of food here. We can

hold out...someone'll rescue us...

FINNEGAN:

Who?

MAMOOLI:

Someone...maybe they sent an SOS!

PANTUCCI:

On what? This son of a b*tch

(to Canton)

zapped the communications.

HANOVER:

Mamooli stand down!

MAMOOLI:

We don't even know if his boat is

still there...you saw Billy!

FINNEGAN:

Boat or no boat...I'm going...

Finnegan steps forward. Mamooli aims his rifle right at Finnegan's

head.

MAMOOLI:

They're wipin' us out one at a time.

I say we make a stand. Right here!

Right now! Maximum firepower!

PANTUCCI:

Somebody shoot this jerk!

FINNEGAN:

(calm)

Nobody's shooting nobody...come on,

just let us through the hatch!

MAMOOLI:

I'll kill you!! I'll f***ing kill

you!! I'll do it! I'll do it! I'm

not playin' around here!

Finnegan freezes. CLOSE ON: The hatch. As a BLACK LIQUID starts to

OOZE through a tiny latch-hole. No one sees it.

FINNEGAN:

I once saw a guy put a fish in a

bottle, then he corked it, sealing

it tight, and threw it to a baby

octopus. The little sucker felt its

way around that bottle, and in less

than two minutes, got that cork off,

slid inside, and ate that fish.

MAMOOLI:

What the hell are you talking about?

FINNEGAN:

Us...I'm talking about us... We're

the fish.

The LIQUID SHADOW OOZES down and hits the floor, starts to EXPAND,

filling like a water balloon. It's not a liquid. It's a Tentacle.

VEINS, FEELERS and SUCKERS begin to form.

MAMOOLI:

And what? These things are

octopusses?

FINNEGAN:

I don't know what these things are

...all I know is...

The TENTACLE slowly RISES UP right behind Mamooli. Inches behind his

head. Finnegan and Hanover see it. Eyes widening.

MAMOOLI:

What...? What??

Mamooli turns to the tentacle looming over him, about to strike.

MAMOOLI:

EEEEYYYYYAAAAHHHH!!!!

He opens fire, emptying his clip into the tentacle. The tentacle

retreats into the pipes. Mamooli looks around. The room is empty. He

runs out.

CUT TO:

101INT. PASSAGEWAY - NIGHT

Mamooli rushes into the empty passageway, looks left. Then right. His

POV. Down the hall another TENTACLE comes racing at him.

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