Deep Rising Page #3

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Finnegan's hand finds the console. He hits a button. The first strains

of Led Zepplin's WHOLE LOTTA LOVE comes roaring out of the speakers.

FINNEGAN:

And the classics are eternal.

Finnegan cranks the sound to the max, pulls back on both steer sticks,

and holds on, as the force of acceleration hammers him into the pylon.

CUT TO:

24EXT. OPEN SEA - SUNSET

The Saipan roars off into the setting sun, hell bent for leather.

Zepplin screaming in its wake.

CUT TO:

25EXT. SOUTH CHINA SEA - NIGHT

Sailing through the mild waters of the South China Sea, a luxury

cruise liner. The FUJI MARU. Top of the line. State of the art. And

absolutely MASSIVE. No expense has been spared. Breathtaking. Gunfire

shatters the serenity of the night.

CUT TO:

26EXT. FUJI MARU DECK - NIGHT

A group of tony British passengers is shooting skeet. Being night, the

CLAY PIGEONS are glow-in-the-dark. They EXPLODE over the WATERSPORTS

PLATFORM, where TWO JET SKIS swing from harnesses, and TWO SPEEDBOATS

are being hoistered up the side.

CUT TO:

27EXT. CRYSTAL POOL DECK - NIGHT

Rigged for a formal party. Chinese lanters sway in the breeze. A band

plays. Hundreds of wealthy Passengers, the men in tuxedos, the women

in drop dead gowns, dripping with jewelry, dance, flirt, gossip, as an

endless stream of waiters ply the floor with champagne laden trays.

CLOSE ON:
The sexiest pair of spiked heels ever to grace the foot of a

woman, stopping at the top of the deck.

PAN UP:
A shimmering golden gown, high slit on the sides to reveal a

perfect set of legs, a runway model's body, a cover girl's face...and

a thief's sharp ferret eyes. TRILLIAN. A class act from top to bottom.

A head turner for either sex, and knows it. She holds an orchid in her

hand. Trillian scans the crowd, looking for her prey...and finds him.

Her POV. The Ship's smug Captain. JEAN BAPTISTE DELCROIX. She fixes

the orcid in her hair just so, about to move...

OLD WOMAN:

He said an orchid and a beautiful

woman belonged together... It was

our first date.

Trillian looks down to a petite old woman, dressed impeccibly,

delicate, frail, her beauty long faded except from her eyes. Kindness

becomes her, like moonlight does the night.

OLD WOMAN:

He said that it was the orchid I

wore that made him fall in love with

me...

TRILLIAN:

He sounds like a real gentleman.

OLD WOMAN:

The best of the best he was... This

cruise was supposed to be our 60th

anniversary gift to each other. He

died last Spring...

TRILLIAN:

I'm so sorry...

OLD WOMAN:

I was going to wear one...special

for him...like a memory...

The Old Woman looks at the orchid. And then at Trillian.

OLD WOMAN:

But without him here I don't know

why I should.

Trillian takes the orchid from her hair, and places it in the lapel of

the woman's jacket.

TRILLIAN:

Because an orchid and a beautiful

woman belong together.

The smile Trillian bestows on the old woman is loving, sincere. The

moment between them is broken by the keen clear sound of a silver

spoon tapping a crystal champagne flute.

CANTON (V.O.)

Ladies and gentlemen...

ANGLE ON:
The deck where the band stops playing. Voices hush. Everyone

turns to NIGEL CANTON, 65, tall, elegant, every white hair perfectly

in place, impeccibly turned out, with the energy, and enthusiasm of a

man half his age. Canton stands at the head of the pool, in front of a

wall sized aquarium, flanked by his Captain.

CANTON:

All my life I had the dream of

building the greatest pleasure ship

ever to sail the seven seas...

tonight, seeing all of you here...so

elegant...so beautiful...so rich...

The crowd roars with laughter.

CANTON:

I realize my dream has come true...I

thank you all from the bottom of my

heart for making it so...

Canton lifts his glass.

CANTON:

To the Fuji Maru! Good times

forever!

CROWD:

Forever!! Here! Here!

The crowd swells around Canton. ANGLE ON: The Captain chatting up some

passengers when a woman's voice, seductive, beguiling, turns his head

to...

TRILLIAN:

(french)

Is it true what they say about a

captain and his boat.

The Captain's libido rises as he gazes into Trillian's come hither

eyes.

CAPTAIN:

Is what true madame?

Trillian takes one step closer, until her moist lips are pursed inches

from the captain's.

TRILLIAN:

(French)

Madamoiselle...that the bigger the

boat...the bigger the man...

His breath catches.

CAPTAIN:

It is a theory I would be glad to

put to the test.

Trillian draws even closer. If looks could cause a man to climax.

TRILLIAN:

(French)

In school, the Sisters said testing

was my specialty.

PASSENGER:

Captain...

Driven to distraction, The Captain turns his attention for a moment to

a passenger introducing hiis wife.

PASSENGER:

My wife...

CAPTAIN:

Enchante...

ANGLE ON:
Trillian, turning from the captain into the crowd. C.U. on

her hand by the side of her dress. A man's wallet held

surreptitiously. Her fingers open the wallet, extract a thin gold card

with a black stripe. She discards the wallet, keeps the card, and

dissapears into the crowd.

CUT TO:

28INT. FUJI MARU BRIDGE - NIGHT

Top of the line. State of the art. The crew is multinational. English

is the common language, but everyone has an accent. Canton, the

picture of self satisfaction, enters, sipping champagne.

CANTON:

You wanted to see me Captain?

The Captain stands next to a bank of LASER IMAGING SYSTEMS. Canton

steps up. Looks down at the THERMAL RADAR IMAGER. Mult-colored LASER

IMAGES.

CAPTAIN:

We have a storm rising behind us...

we may have to close the canopy, I

hope it doesn't ruin your pary.

CANTON:

(self satisfied)

Ruin my party? Captain, this ship

was built to withstand a typhoon. I

can't imagine there's anything on

the sea today that could possibly

ruin my party.

SMASH CUT TO:

29INT. JETFOIL - NIGHT

C.U. A crowbar quietly pops the top off a wooden crate to reveal the

lethal looking tip of a torpedo...PULL BACK TO: Pantucci in the

storage hold, surrounded by half a dozen crates, his wily eyes poped

wide with apprehension. He licks his lips nervously, looks around and

whispers into his headset.

PANTUCCI:

(whispers)

Finnegan...Finnegan...

A hand falls on his shoulder, spinning him around to a fist coming

right into his face.

CUT TO:

30INT. PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

Jimi Hendrix. THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. Blasting. As the Jet foil

rockets across the waves. Leila, stripped out of her soaking wet

clothes, down to her panties and bra, stands wiping her dripping wet,

magnificently ripped body, with a dry towel.

Leila puts her fingers in her ears.

LEILA:

Gum kwa she bam dok.

FINNEGAN:

It's not noise...it's genius...

And then over the headset, over the Hendrix...

PANTUCCI (V.O.)

FINNEGANNNN!!

Followed by the unmistakable sound of fist hitting flesh. Finnegan and

Leila trade a look.

CUT TO:

31INT. HOLD - NIGHT

A massive fist plows into Pantucci's stomach. He drops from the arms

of MULLIGAN, a scar faced Irishman with a buzz cut. As quickly as he

is doubled over he is yanked up straight by the man who hit him, VIVO,

a merciless Maori, covered by tattoos, topped off with venom.

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