Deep Rising Page #14

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Mamooli panics, drops his rifle.

TRACK WITH Mamooli racing down the hallway, looking over his shoulder

in fear, as the tentacle comes racing after him...gaining...gaining...

almost on him...

Mamooli leaps through an open hatch, and swings it shut in one swift

motion. The tentacle slams into the glass portal. Stopped. Mamooli

keeps his eye on the portal, and backs up two steps. He lets out a

long deep breath of relief, turns...

WHAM!!! Another tentacle envelops his face!

MAMOOLI:

EEEYYYAAAHHHH!!!!!

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102INT. MECHANICAL CHAMBER - NIGHT

Dante's Inferno:
STEAM, SMOKE, FIRE, STRANGE NOISES, DARK AREAS, and

lots of MOVING ENGINE PARTS. Finnegan leads, followed by Trillian,

Hanover, Pantucci, and Canton. We can HEAR their HEARTS BEATING. Scary

sh*t. Finnegan heads for a open HATCH. It suddenly SLAMS SHUT. He

instantly VEERS down another passageway.

PANTUCCI:

What the hell is going on!!

Finnegan heads for another open HATCHWAY. It also SLAMS SHUT.

FINNEGAN:

They're herding us.

Finnegan and company keep going.

HANOVER:

What are you talking about?

As they round a corner, the CEILING IMPLODES right in front of them.

PIPES and OTHER MATTER CRASH down. Cutting them off. Leaving only one

route open...a slim passageway.

FINNEGAN:

Like cattle...

TRILLIAN:

You're saying they can think?

FINNEGAN:

I'm saying they're calling the

shots...

Finnegan heads toward the passageway.

CANTON:

Do we have to go there?

The ceiling left above them begins to torque, and splits. The answer

is plain. Everyone runs into the passage just as the ceiling comes

down.

CUT TO:

103INT. PASSAGEWAY - NIGHT

Finnegan leads them single-file, they quickly head into a SHAKING

narrow void. Fear has led to silence, and enbearable tension. The

walls on either side creak, and moan with strange noises.

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104INT. MID-HULL - NIGHT

Finnegan quickly comes out of the CREAKING, MOANING GANGWAY, followed

by the others. All the STRANGE NOISES suddenly STOP. Everything gets

quiet. Finnegan freezes. Something's wrong. Everybody looks around.

STEAM SHOOTS OUT from multiple pipes. The air is thick with MIST.

TRILLIAN:

What's the matter?

FINNEGAN:

The quiet...

HANOVER:

Maybe we lost them.

FINNEGAN:

Or maybe we're exactly where they

want us to be.

Finnegan moves on. The others follow. Guns out front. TENSE. They

round a huge metal pillar and come face-to-face with a soul-wrenching

nightmare. The CREATURES' NEST -- OR STOMACH. Across a small portion

of the ship's midsection, is a huge GELATINOUS WOMB. Imagine a massive

thick wall of clear-yellow JELL-O, with hundreds of BLUE VEINS running

through it. If it weren't all so horrific, it would be considered

beautiful.

Inside the womb, A DOZEN HUMANS, passengers, float around in some kind

of twisted embryonic state, the living dead. They all seem to be

breathing the gelatin. Several TENTACLES WRIGGLE through the stuff;

which divides and re-forms in some sort of strange mitosis. Finnegan

and the others look at the passengers, horrified. But even more

horrifying is that the people can look back at them. Many start to

reach out, seemingly in slow motion as their hands ooze through the

thick gelatin. Trillian looks sick, trembles in fear.

TRILLIAN:

What is it?

FINNEGAN:

A meat locker.

TRILLIAN:

We can't just leave them here.

Canton looks like he's about to throw up, he starts backing away,

heading for a side hatch.

CANTON:

I can.

In the womb, a Tentacle suddenly approaches a sexy young LADY. The

Lady tries to back-pedal away, but because of the gelatin, it's like

one of those nightmares where you can only move in slow motion. The

FEELERS GRIP her naked thigh. She tries to scream, but her face is

already starting to constrict, her whole body is being paralyzed.

Pantucci is so horrified he's about to cry.

PANTUCCI:

Oh no...oh God please no.

The TENTACLE-SAC gloms onto the Lady's forehead. THROUGH THE SAC we

can SEE her SKIN MELTING. The only thing she can move are her EYES,

which are bugging-out in absolute horror as she is imbibed alive. Our

heroes are frozen in fear. Until the Lady's EYES LIQUEFY.

Trillian burries her head in Finnegan's shoulder, trying to shut out

the horror.

FINNEGAN:

We can't do anything for them...

Let's go...

He begins to lead her toward the hatch...when her eyes recognized the

old lady with the orchid in her hair. The old lady seems to see her

too. Her hands read out, IMPLORING. Her mouth silently shapes the

words:
HELP ME! Just as a tentacle comes creeping toward her.

TRILLIAN:

NOOO!!

Her rage rises. She hefts her rifle, and starts blasting away.

TRILLIAN:

You won't get her!! You won't!!

Spitting FLAMES and SMOKE. The BULLETS IMPACT the gelatin. BLASTING IT

AWAY. But the bullets only manage to go about twenty feet into the

thick sh*t before gliding to a stop.

GELATIN EXPLODES all over the place. TRACER HOLES STREAK through the

stuff. But all the bullets are sliding short.

TRILLIAN:

Finnegan...do something!! Please!!

Finnegan looks around and spots the place in the ceiling where most of

the Tentacles are coming from. Their long TAILS WIGGLE down from a

massive clutter of pipes. A bas-relief of horror. Finnegan reaches

over and yanks two thermite grenades off Hanover's utility belt.

HANOVER:

Finnegan, No!!!

...bites the pins and spits them out.

FINNEGAN:

Eat this.

He chucks the grenades up into the strange WRITHING FRESCO, safely

clear of the passengers.

FINNEGAN:

FIRE IN THE HOLE!

Pantucci and Hanover throw themselves to the floor. Finnegan pulls

Trillian down, covering her.

BA-WOOM! GELATIN SPRAYS EVERYWHERE.

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105EXT. FUJI MARU - SAME TIME

A loud, creepy, suction-like SOUND is HEARD, that strange pitter-

patter of little feet running across the hull. Then the HULL begins to

MOAN and CREAK from an UNSEEN PRESSURE.

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106INT. MID HULL - NIGHT

All the MOVEMENT STOPS. The remaining TENTACLES VANISH into the

machinery. Pantucci, and Hanover look up from the floor, covered in

slime. Finnegan and Trillian also look up...and then look at each

other face to face...inches apart. Dripping with slime.

FINNEGAN:

Looking good...

TRILLIAN:

You should talk...

Then the machinery shuts down. The engines go dead. ALL SOUND CUTS

OUT. An expectant hush. Somewhere, WATER DRIPS...

WE GO EXTREMELY CLOSE ON Trillian's EYES. Pantucci's EYES. Hanover's

EYES. Finnegan's EYES. The air is riddled with ominous expectation.

And that's when the HULL BEGINS TO TORQUE. RIVETS POP and SNAP. WATER

SPRAYS. METAL BUCKLES.

107MODEL SHOT:

At the far end of the ship, part of the LOWER BOW RIPS OPEN! AND A

WALL OF WATER RUSHES IN. FLOOD CITY!

Finnegan's eyes widen as he sees (MODEL SHOT) the massive WAVE OF

WATER CRASHING TOWARDS THEM. RIPPING OUT PIPES, DUCTS, WALLS,

EQUIPMENT and EVERYTHING in front of it.

FINNEGAN:

GO! GO! GO!

They all hightail it for hatches. Finnegan and Trillian make it into

one hatch. Hanover and Pantucci make it into another. WATER CRASHES

and SPRAYS behind them.

CUT TO:

108EXT. FUJI MARU - NIGHT

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