Deep Rising Page #18

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140INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

The tentacle dragging Trillian retracts. Freed, Trillian gets up,

grabs her rifle, and RUNS LIKE HELL.

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141INT. FRISCO BAR - NIGHT

Trillian runs in and is immediately hit by COLORFUL SWIRLING LIGHTS

and a PULSATING STROBE. FLASHING RED WARNING LIGHTS, the SOUND of the

CLAXTON, the SPRAYING WATER and thick MIST...major psychedelia.

Disoriented, Trillian runs towards a dark exit door -- and into a

geometric gelatinous SPIDER WEB. Sticks.

TRILLIAN:

NOOO!! NOOOO!! HELPP!! HELPP!!

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142INT. ATRIUM - NIGHT

Finnegan is slamming another clip into his pulse rifle when he hears

TRILLIAN, YELLING for help. He takes off running through a hatch.

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143INT. FRISCO BAR - NIGHT

Trillian struggles in the web, but she's only getting herself more

stuck. Behind her, deep in the web, Tentacles slowly start squirming

their way towards her. Trillian feels the GELATIN start to MOVE. She

struggles wildly. Panicked. Finnegan ENTERS the room. Spots Trillian.

Starts sloshing his way through the water. Trillian sees him coming.

TRILLIAN:

Finnegan!

Trillian looks back. Sees the Tentacles coming out of the darkness of

the web. Twenty feet back and closing.

TRILLIAN:

Hurry!! Hurry!!

Finnegan runs up and grabs her. Tries to pull her free. But she's

stuck good. He looks behind her to the tentacles quickly closing in on

her. Now fifteen feet away.

TRILLIAN:

Get me out of here!!

As she struggles, Finnegan pulls out his knife, and starts to hack

away at the sticky webbing. Trillian tries to look behind her.

FINNEGAN:

Don't look!! Push!!

Trillian struggles with every last ounce of her strength. Now ten feet

away.

TRILLIAN:

FINNEEGGGAANNN!!!

Finnegan hacks away with desperate urgency. Now five feet.

FINNEGAN:

Grab my hands!!

Finnegan plunges his hands into the goo. Trillian latches onto

Finnegan's wrists, he onto hers. Four feet.

FINNEGAN:

Push!! Push!!

Finnegan strains, pulling, until every muscle in his body keens with

the effort, every vein pops to the surface. Trillian pushes for all

she is worth. Three feet...two feet...one foot...

BOTH:

YYYEEEAAAHHH!!!

With a last gargantuan effort, Finnegan yanks...Trillian comes tearing

out of the webbing...the remnants of ger gown doesn't...in the nick of

time.

The tentacle rushes forward. Finnegan jams his pulse-rifle into the

web and OPENS FIRE. Blasting the entire clip into the goo. Tearing the

sh*t out of it. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAM!!!!!!

And that's when the whole ROOM starts to QUAKE. And SHAKE! Finnegan

and Trillian both look down at their feet as they hear the LOWER DECKS

EXPLODING UPWARD, one at a time -- BAM! -- BAM! -- BAM! Something is

rising up through the ship.

He grabs Trillain and pulls her toward the exit. She scoops her fallen

pulse rifle off the floor.

FINNEGAN:

Go! Go! Go!

He shoves her out the door, and is about to follow when the door is

slammed shut in his face.

TRILLIAN V.O.

Finnegan!!!

FINNEGAN:

Get to the jet ski! Go!

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144INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT

Trillian stands there, pulling on the door, half naked. The door is

bolted tight. She has not other options. She runs off.

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145INT. FRISCO BAR - NIGHT

Finnegan turns as the DANCE FLOOR and the D.J. BOOTH EXPLODE as

SOMETHING RISES UP from below them. His eyes widen. And there it is --

The huge, horrible, mutated, mucus-covered, sucker-faced HEAD OF THE

CREATURE. A giant mutated protoplasm. Jutting up from a breach in the

floor. The trunk of the Creature, the part where all the Tentacles

come from, is below the next deck.

A slimy, translucent MEMBRANE slowly RISES, REVEALING what appears to

be some sort of ORGANIC LIQUID EYE. It seems to stare right at

Finnegan, who is transfixed by the sight.

A Tentacle slowly starts to move in on Finnegan. Finnegan starts

making his way around the shattered debris that blocks his shot. The

EYEBALL-type organism follows him. Another Tentacle starts to move.

Silently undulating through the water towards Finnegan.

The membrane over the EYE moves. And another Tentacle starts to close

in for the kill. They are surrounding Finnegan.

Finnegan comes around the shattered D.J. booth. Faces the Creature

full-on. He can't miss. He gives it a wicked smile.

FINNEGAN:

Get a good look...

In SLOW-MOTION, Finnegan lifts his pulse-rifle. It DRIPS WATER. He

jams the gun-butt into his hip. Takes aim -- FIRES! But he only gets

off one quick BURST before a TENTACLE LASHES OUT and GRABS him. JERKS

him into the air. His pulse-rifle goes flying. Finnegan is being

dragged toward the hole into the floor, and the death that awaits him.

He struggles to free himself as the hole looms closer, closer. He is

about to disappear down the hole of no return, when his hand comes up

with his knife. He slashes the tentacle in two, scrambles up and heads

for an open door. As he reaches the door, a tentacle rises up in front

of him. Huge. Blocking his way. It's maw opens wide. A terrifying

sight of jaws and teeth and death. About to devour him. As it strikes

forward, Finnegan draws his shotgun, and blasts the vile thing to

smithereens. He bolts through the door, several Tentacles already

after him.

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146EXT. WATERSPORTS PLATFORM - NIGHT

Trillian sits up on the jet ski. She hears the GUNFIRE.

TRILLIAN:

FINNEGAN!! COME ON!!

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147INT. PASSAGEWAY - NIGHT

Finnegan runs wildly down a passageway. He rounds a corner. A TENTACLE

SIDE-SWIPES him. Hard. SMASHES him into a wall. Finnegan DROPS the

shotgun. Hits the floor running. Another TENTACLES CHECKS him. Sends

him SPIRALING through a hatch.

Finnegan TUMBLES in. Face-first. Quickly rolls over and looks back --

A TENTACLE LASHES in through the doorway. Finnegan back-pedals on his

hands and feet, stumbling over various sports equipment. The TENTACLE

homes-in on him. CHARGES FORWARD. Finnegan hurls himself backwards.

THROWING anything that comes to hand at the Tentacle. A VOLLEYBALL. A

WATERSKI. A TACKLE BOX. A FRISBEE. But onward it comes.

Finnegan back-pedals faster. Over diving gear. Scuba tanks. Fins and

masks. The TENTACLE RISES. About to STRIKE. Finnegan backs into the

wall. Trapped. He spots a SPEARGUN. Grabs it. The TENTACLE LUNGES.

Finnegan FIRES. NAILS IT. PINS IT to the wall.

Finnegan scrambles past the furiously WRITHING TENTACLE and runs out

of the room.

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148EXT. WATERSPORT PLATFORM - NIGHT

Trillian lifts up her feet as the jet ski touches down into the dark

water. She frantically whispers to herself:

TRILLIAN:

Oh my God, oh my God.

Suddenly, twenty feet from the jet ski, SOMETHING SWIRLS through the

water. Trillian aims her pulse-rifle at it. Eyes wide. Knuckles white.

Breathing hard. WHAMM!! Something drops onto the ski behind her.

TRILLIAN:

EEEEYYYYAAAHHH!!!!

She turns, ghost white...to Finnegan.

FINNEGAN:

I don't mean to drop in unannounced

...you ready...

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