Deep Rising Page #16

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122EXT. ARIAL POV - MATTE FX SHOT - NIGHT

...looking down on the Fuji Maru from high up in the air. Beneath the

ENTIRE SHIP is an enormous, undulating BLACK SHADOW. A massive monster

from the deep.

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123INT. CASINO - NIGHT

RED WARNING LIGHTS FLASH. The CLAXTON RINGS. Off to one side of a

wall, behind the bar, the dumbwaiter door opens, and Pantucci tumbles

out, looks around, and then hears...

HANOVER V.O.

Help!! Help!!

Pantucci limps around the bar, down a row of one armed bandits...

rounds a corner, comes face-to-face with Hanover.

Hanover's eyes are filled with terror and despair. His face is badly

constricted. His body paralyzed. He clings to a black-jack table as a

Tentacle-Sac drinks its way up his leg. It's already to his hip. He

grasps desperately for his pistol, just beyond his reach on the floor.

This guy ain't gonna survive. PANTUCCI YELPS and quickly back away,

eyes wide, totally tense. He looks around, sees that there's only one

Tentacle, and it's completely occupied with devouring Hanover.

Pantucci is wigged, but manages to lock eyes with Hanover. Then he

looks at the Sac, filled with regurgitated flesh.

PANTUCCI:

...even you don't deserve this.

Pantucci picks up Hanover's pistol. Then slowly, cautiously, he creeps

forward, and sticks the gun into Hanover's TWITCHING HAND.

PANTUCCI:

I'm sorry man...

He turns and quickly limps off. Hanover's EYES look down at the gun in

his hand. Then, with all the strenght he has left, he slowly,

painfully, turns the pistol so it points at his head. CLOSE ON:

Hanover's trembling FINGER. As it slowly squeezes the trigger. He want

to kill himself. Needs to hill himself. He squeezes harder. The

TRIGGER DEPRESSES!

-- CLICK! The gun is empty. Hanover's mouth opens in a horrible,

silent scream.

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124EXT. REAR DECK - SAME TIME

Finnegan and Trillian race out onto the rear deck just as the HARPOON

HOOK finishes TEARING the railing off the ship. The HOOK, the TOW-

LINE, and the ENTIRE RAILING DROP over the side and fall OUT OF SIGHT.

The TWO BOATS are now UNCOUPLED. Finnegan reels at the rain soaked

sky.

FINNEGAN:

Will somebody give me a break here?

And that's when Finnegan and Trillian hear the SOUND of a HYDRAULIC

HOIST. They look over --

125DOWN AT THE WATERSPORTS PLATFORM:

The speedboat is being hydraulically lowered into the water. Canton

sits inside, fiddling with the ignition. ANGLE ON: Trillian and

Finnegan racing down the spiral stairs leading to the watersports

platform.

TRILLIAN:

Wait! Stop!

The boat touches down into the water.

CANTON:

I'd like to but I have an

appointment with my insurance

broker!

He HITS the HOIST-RELEASE BUTTON. The speedboat breaks free. Canton

HITS the IGNITION. The boat's ENGINE ROARS.

CANTON:

Life takes the damndest turns,

doesn't it?

He red-lines the THROTTLE. The SPEEDBOAT HAULS ASS away from the

cruiseliner. Canton steers for the island. Smiling. ANGLE ON: Trillian

IN HER RAGE...

TRILLIAN:

You son of a b*tch!!

She grabs Finnegan's pulse rifle, hefts it to her shoulder...

FINNEGAN:

Look!

He forces her to look in the distance. Their POV. The island.

TRILLIAN:

Oh my god! Oh my god! How do we do

it? How do we get there?

FINNEGAN:

Not like him.

Finnegan points to the water...and an INKY PSEUDOPOD FORM racing after

the speedboat underwater.

FINNEGAN:

It's the engine...it can hear the

engine...it goes for the loudest

sound...

The Tentacle quickly picks up speed, going faster and faster, getting

closer and closer, stretching further and further. Suddenly, behind

them, a METALIC THRASHING SOUND is HEARD. They turn around and look --

The hook, the tow-line, and the entire railing have dropped down onto

the watersports platform and are tangled up around the two jet skis,

trying to tear free -- The Saipan is still clinging by its fingernails

to the Fuji Maru! Finnegan races over to a WINCH and grabs the winch-

line.

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126EXT. SPEEDBOAT - NIGHT

Canton, smiling brightly, peers at the approching island through the

speedboat's windscreen. So relieved he sings to himself, from the

operetta H.M.S. PINAFORE.

CANTON:

Oh we sail the ocean blue, and our

mighty ship's a beauty. We are

strong men, yes it's true, and

responsive to our duty...

When...YANK!!...the SPEEDBOAT is GRABBED from below, practically

exploding as it DISINTEGRATES into TWO PIECES.

Canton is PROPELLED through the windscreen and onto the hood.

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127EXT. WATERSPORT PLATFORM - NIGHT

Finnegan struggles to clip the winch-line onto the tow-line, hanging

precariously over the edge of the ship, clip in one hand, winch-line

in the other. The whole METAL MESS is BUCKING and TWISTING and

SCREECHING. His every joint is being ripped out of socket as he

strains to get the clip on the line before the entire rig tears away

into the sea. With one last heroic effort of will and grit, he snaps

the clip in place just as it all BREAKS LOOSE.

One of the JET SKIS and the ENTIRE RAILING are RIPPED over the side

and fall down into the ocean. Finnegan is also YANKED over the side,

but he manages to hold on by his fingers, dangling precariously.

FINNEGAN:

Hit it! Hit it!

The HOOK and the TOW-LINE drop -- then SNAP TAUGHT as the winch-line

holds them tight. Trillian throws the start lever on the winch. The

WINCH KICKS ON and starts reeling in the Saipan. Finnegan tries to

crawl up on the deck, exhausted. Trillian reaches down and pulls him

the rest of the way up. He half collapses on top of her.

TRILLIAN:

You know, Finnegan, I'm starting to

believe what you said about you not

being born to die on a luxury liner.

Despite the grimness of their position, the closeness of their bodies

is...a turn on...to both of them...and then a SCREAM from the sea.

They look in the direction of...

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128EXT. SPEEDBOAT - NIGHT

Canton is pinned to the hood of the speedboat, his face shredded by

glass, his leg mangled, screaming as his panicked eyes watch a

TENTACLE slowly squirm across the hood toward him, it's hideous

feelers writhe and arch.

Canton backs away from it as far as he can. Another TENTACLE SQUIRMS

up next to him.

Canton crawls away from that one. Its Feelers and Suckers unsheathe,

dripping mucus. Canton's eyes widen, horrified. Then another TENTACLE

SQUIRMS up. Canton crawls to the center of the hood. And another

TENTACLE. Canton has nowhere to go. The Tentacles close in on him.

CANTON:

No! No! No!

All the tentacles rise over him, about to descend.

CANTON:

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

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129EXT. FUJI MARU - NIGHT

Finnegan and Trillian race for all they are worth, clamber over the

side of the Fuji Maru, dropping to the deck of the Saipan.

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130INT. SAIPAN - NIGHT

Finnegan and Trillian slowly clamber through the hold, waist-deep in

water, on edge, eyes wide, watching for any sign of trouble. It's

quiet in here. Maybe too quiet.

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