Deep Rising Page #17

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TRILLIAN:

(quietly)

Finnegan...

FINNEGAN:

Yeah...

TRILLIAN:

...the minute you start your engines

...it's goint to kill us, isn't it?

They step up to one of the big CRATES. Finnegan starts SMASHING it

with the butt of his pulse-rifle. The CRATE BURST OPEN. REVEALING the

WARHEAD of the torpedo. Trillian is stunned.

FINNEGAN:

Not unless we kill it first.

Finnegan SMASHES more of the CRATE, it falls apart, REVEALING the

entire torpedo. He hands her his pulse rifle.

FINNEGAN:

Anything moves, you shoot.

Finnegan starts to yank open the top plates of the missle head.

Trillian looks around nervously.

FINNEGAN:

There's not much horsepower left in

the engines, but there's enough

noise...once this baby's set...I'll

rev it up...that slimy bastard will

come for it like candy...

TRILLIAN:

If you blow up your boat, how are we

going to get to the island?

FINNEGAN:

Jet ski...there's one left up there.

The plate comes loose. Revealing a gaggle of wires, and parts.

FINNEGAN:

...let's see, it was red wire cross

compressor blue wire...or blue cross

red?

He starts to fiddle with the wires. -- Suddenly, there's a LOUD

SLOSHING SOUND right behind them! CRATES TOPPLE! More pulse rifles

spill out. Trillian spins, ready to blast away with the pusle rifle,

to...

PANTUCCI:

Don't shoot!! Don't shoot!!

FINNEGAN:

Just the man I wanted to see. On

this puppy here, you remember if

it's red to blue or blue to red...

He refers to the wires.

PANTUCCI:

Not even a Joey, I'm glad to see

you? Joey, what happened to your

leg?

FINNEGAN:

Joey, you want to get sucked out by

a giant f***ing mutated squid?

PANTUCCI:

(fast)

Red cross over to blue double blue

...is that what it is? A squid?

FINNEGAN:

Squid...squid like...squid type...

it's got tentacles, a feed sac...

probably one central nervous

processor somewhere...what the hell

do I know is going on deep down in

the ocean...there's all sorts of

sh*t we've never seen...eighty foot

clams...60 foot sharks...I'm just

guessing...can you get me more juice

out of Hercules...fast?

PANTUCCI:

For juice, I gotta rebuild. That's

not fast.

TRILLIAN:

How about noise? Can you get noise?

We don't need speed, just noise,

right?

FINNEGAN:

Right...

PANTUCCI:

Can somebody tell me what the object

of the exercise is here?

FINNEGAN:

Seafood salad.

(to Trillian)

You ever operate a jet ski?

TRILLIAN:

(nervous)

You want ME to go up there?

FINNEGAN:

Not unless you can wire a missle or

fix an engine.

TRILLIAN:

And what if I run into one of those

things?

Finnegan tosses her a pulse rifle from the overturned crate.

FINNEGAN:

Don't forget the safety.

She hits the safety, slams a shell into chamber...

TRILLIAN:

Don't take too long...I'm not

planning on being on the menu

tonight.

...and exits.

PANTUCCI:

(razzing)

I've never seen you so congenial

with a mamber of the opposite sex...

The two of you got a nice patter

going...got a nice rapport...

FINNEGAN:

And you got 10 minutes before this

thing livens up a boring evening.

Finnegan attaches a wire to a sprocket. A red light starts to blink on

the warhead.

CUT TO:

131EXT. FUJI MARU - NIGHT

It is VERY DARK. The RAIN is getting worse. THUNDER RUMBLES. LIGHTNING

FLASHES. The FUJI MARU MOANS and CREAKS. BUBBLES EXPLODE from beneath

it. The Saipan rocks against her hull. Trillian clambers along the

TILTING RAILING, heading for the watersports platform. Her gorgeous

eyes shift nervously.

TRILLIAN:

I'm going to be OK...I'm going to be

OK...

The ship's METAL HULL SCREECHES. The SEAWATER BUBBLES and GURGLES.

From somewhere deep inside the ship, we HEAR that loud primordial YOWL

again. Trillian freezes, her heart double beats. She looks around,

really scared.

CUT TO:

132INT. SAIPAN'S HOLD - NIGHT

The missile is on a hoist being pushed forward by Pantucci and

Finnegan toward a GAPING HOLE in the PORT BOW.

PANTUCCI:

You know what I think? I think our

luck has just about run sh*t out...

FINNEGAN:

A little to the left...

PANTUCCI:

I think we gotta stop floating from

one f***ed up situation to the

next...

FINNEGAN:

Line it up now, nice and easy...

The missile head is right in line with the hole in the bow.

PANTUCCI:

I'm telling you, man, we got to give

the future some serious thought.

FINNEGAN:

I have been.

PANTUCCI:

And what have you come up with?

FINNEGAN:

How does an island sound to you?

Pantucci looks at Finnegan quizically. This is news to him.

CUT TO:

133EXT. SAIPAN - NIGHT

The TIP of the WARHEAD creeps out through the hole. The body of the

missile is just a hair too wide, which is good, because it jams itself

nice and tight into the hole.

CUT TO:

134EXT. WATERSPORT PLATFORM - NIGHT

Trillian takes the tarp off the remaining jet ski. Pushes the swivel

arm that holds it out over the railing. The PLATFORM TILTS! Trillian

loses her balance. Almost goes over the side. Just barely manages to

catch herself. Hangs there for a moment. Something SWISHES in the

water below her. Trillian's EYES scan the darkness; scared sick.

CUT TO:

135INT. THE SAIPAN'S PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

Finnegan LASHES the STEERING-STICKS as hard left as they'll go. The

rudder locks tight.

Pantucci enters.

PANTUCCI:

I gerry-rigged the ignition...all

you gotta do is start her up...it

won't go fast but it'll go loud...

Trillian's scream tears through the night. Finnegan's eyes go to the

Fuji Maru. He kicks open a box by the side of the console, and pulls

out a sawed off shot gun with a pistol handle in a holster.

PANTUCCI:

Man, don't go up there...

FINNEGAN:

One whistle... Start the engine...

Finnegan slams shells into the shotgun.

PANTUCCI:

She's gone...

FINNEGAN:

Second whistle you make it to the

deck and get ready to jump...

PANTUCCI:

All you're gonna do is get yourself

killed...and for what? Some chick?

FINNEGAN:

You're beautiful what you're

jealous, you know that, Joey?

Finnegan hefts a pulse rifle, and runs out of the pilothouse.

CUT TO:

136EXT. FUJI MARU DECK - NIGHT

Finnegan drops onto the deck from the tow line. Pulse-rifle leveled.

Adrenaline rushing through his veins. A man on a mission.

The SHIP is in its final death throes. MOANING and CREAKING.

Trillian's scream pierces the night, followed by several shots.

Finnegan takes off in it's direction.

CUT TO:

137INT. FUJI MARU PASSAGEWAY - NIGHT

Finnegan ENTERS. Ready to be jumped. The scary MUSIC builds. TENSION

CITY. Again shots fired. This time closer. Finnegan throws caution to

the winds, and runs for all he is worth.

CUT TO:

138INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Trillian is being dragged down the dark hallway by a tentacle wrapped

around her legs. She struggles frantically, trying to get a clear shot

off. But her shot goes wild as she is pulled this way and that,

slammed against the walls on either side. She loses her rifle.

CUT TO:

139INT. GRAND ATRIUM - NIGHT

Finnegan ENTERS the glass-domed atrium. Sloshes through the water.

Stops in the midle and looks around. Sees a Tentacle, writhing up a

glass wall of the atrium.

Finnegan hears TRILLIAN SCREAM. He quickly plants his feet and FIRES

from the hip. GLASS SHATTERS EVERYWHERE. He arcs around. WINDOWS BLOW

TO PIECES. Finnegan lets out a low, angry, guttural YELL. The TENTACLE

SHREDS from the GUNFIRE.

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