Deep Rising Page #5

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41INT. PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

FINNEGAN:

Hold still now...I was like three

rows back.

Finnegan centers the needle over Pantucci's wound.

FINNEGAN:

...Jagger was here...I was here...

PANTUCCI:

You don't give a sh*t about anything

do you?

FINNEGAN:

Sure I do...I give a sh*t that at

0300 hour we reach our point of

dentination. I give a sh*t that

those mojos got to do what they got

to do, and 45 minutes later we are

turn around and gone. I give a sh*t

that by the time the sun comes up we

are all safely tucked in bed.

PANTUCCI:

That's it? That's all you give a

sh*t about?

FINNEGAN:

Oh yeah...and that my stich job

doesn't make you uglier than you

already are...this won't hurt a

bit...

Finnegan sinks the needle into the wound. Pantucci's SCREAM rises

above the music.

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42EXT. FUJI MARU - NIGHT

The Fuji Maru cruises through RAIN-LASHED waters. Accompanied by a

very scary MUSICAL SCORE.

Then suddenly, in the extreme foreground, AIR BUBBLES angrily GURGLE

to the surface. Then a WAVE EXPLODES, as if THRASHED from below. Then

another WAVE EXPLODES, forty feet to the right. Then ANOTHER, eighty

feet to the left.

And then ALMOST SEEN: Huge, black, ominous THINGS seem to be SQUIRMING

beneath the water. Heading for the Fuji Maru.

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43EXT. CRYSTAL FOREDECK - NIGHT

RAIN PELTS the canopy. LIGHTNING FLASHES. THUNDER RUMBLES. We can HEAR

the PARTY inside. MUSIC, laughs and cheers.

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44INT. THE BRIDGE - NIGHT

The entire ROOM seems to be FRITZING OUT. The lights crackle on and

off. The Captain stands behind the bank of failing IMAGING SYSTEMS,

growing edgier by the moment.

MATE:

The entire bridge electrical system

is shutting down sir!

CAPTAIN:

Switch over to auxillary power, and

run a circuit check.

MATE:

Yes sir...

The COM. OFFICER is busy fiddling with the communications and imaging

gear. DISTORTED LIGHTS from the scrambled systems plays off their

faces.

COM. OFFICER

We're losing radar and sonar!

FIRST MATE:

Communications systems oare out sir!

The Captain is confounded, on the edge of panic. Canton hurries onto

the bridge.

CANTON:

What the hell is going on?

CAPTAIN:

Communication systems have failed!

Radar...sonar...radios...I don't

understand it.

MATE:

Maybe it's the storm!

CANTON:

Nonsense! We're impervious to

weather!

FIST MATE:

We have a main frame meltdown!!

CANTON:

Well unmelt it!!

Canton storms out. Every piece of electrical equipment on the bridge

starts to shut down.

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45EXT. HULL - NIGHT

Where the waves meet the hull, A BALLAST HOLE excretes water.

Suddenly, near the ballast hole, a WAVE EXPLODES, thrashed from below.

Accompanied by the scary foreboding MUSIC again.

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46INT. VEGETABLE STORAGE - NIGHT

Trillian, making the best of a bad situation, is just putting the

finishing touches on a wonderful salad culled from the stores. As she

sits down, spreading a makshift napkin on her lap just so, a violent

SUCKING SOUND comes from above her. Trillian's eyes shoot upward. A

VICIOUS GURGLING SOUND RACES through a large PIPE along the ceiling.

Tillian leaps to her feet. Backs away. A little spooked.

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47INT. STATEROOM BATHROOM - NIGHT

An elegant woman sits on the toilet, her gown hiked up inelegantly,

reading "Vouge."

As she turns the page the same strange sound, a violent sucking, comes

from inside the walls, startling her. She looks around the room. Can't

see anything. Shrugs it off. Goes back to her magazine. Turns another

page. A LONG SCARY BEAT. And then suddenly --

She SHUDDERS VIOLENTLY and gives a sharp CRY. Her eyes filled panic.

She tries to stand, but she's JERKED BACK DOWN! Her ARMS FLAIL WILDLY.

Scattering stuff off the counter. She tries to SCREAM, but it comes

out more like a GURGLE. Below her, in the TOILET, there is a hideous

SLURPING SOUND.

She manages a final, desperate scream, a high-pitched WAIL. Which

nobody hears because...

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48EXT. POOL DECK - NIGHT

...the Band has kicked into another ROCK SONG. The drunken revelers

whoop and holler, dancing with reckless abandon ignoring the THUNDER

and LIGHTNING. And then...with a loud BASSO PROFUNDO CLANG, the

CRUISELINER JERKS TO A STOP. EVERYTHING goes CRASH. PEOPLE TUMBLE.

TABLES TOPPLE. The MUSIC STOPS as the entire Band falls into the pool.

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49INT. VEGETABLE STORAGE - NIGHT

Trillian goes ass-over-teacups, rolling over just in time to see a

wall of BOXES CRASHING straight down on her. SMASH! She's knocked out

cold.

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50EXT. WATERSPORT PLATFORM - NIGHT

One of the SPEEDBOATS breaks free of its harness. TOPPLES over the

side and drops down into the sea. SPLASH!

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51EXT. POOL DECK - NIGHT

Everything goes quiet. Everybody freezes. Panic is a heartbeat away.

A FLASH OF LIGHTNING lights up the top of the canopy. The passengers

begin to mutter fearfully. From his perch, Canton fights down his own

panic, and addresses the crowd in calm reassuring tones.

CANTON:

Ladies and gentlemen...your

attention please... Ladies and

gentlemen...

The disquieted crowd turns to Canton.

CANTON:

This is the most technologically

advanced sailing vessel on the water

today. Every problem has been

anticipated...the Captain has

assured me that we will be up and

running in no time...so enjoy

yourselves...there's nothing to

worry about...

Suddenly, and quite violently, a WOMAN is SUCKED UNDER THE WATER --

THWUP! Others swimmers notice and freeze. The Woman doesn't come back

up. And then, THREE more SWIMMERS are violently JERKED UNDER. All the

people in and around the pool see this and panic. SCREAMING. YELLING.

SWIMMING. SWIMMING and RUNNING. A CRACK OF THUNDER!

The Captain calls out --

CAPTAIN:

Remain calm! Stop! Do you hear?

REMAIN CALM!

The pool clears. Everybody backs the hell away from it. The WATER in

the pool BUBBLES, and GURGLES, and then goes quiet.

And then, from somewhere deep within the bowels of the ship, comes a

loud, eerie, primordial YOWL.

WE PUSH IN ON CANTON: His eyes slowly widen. Stunned. His calm

replaced by pure terror.

CANTON:

Dear God.

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52EXT. SOUTH CHINA SEA - NIGHT

Off in the distance is the cruiseliner. WE HOLD FOR A LONG, SILENT,

EERIE BEAT. And then then the SCREAMING begins...

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53EXT. SAIPAN - NIGHT

Blasting through increasingly stormy seas.

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54INT. PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

Finnegan notices Billy, Mulligan and Vivo setting two catapult like

devices on the front of the deck.

FINNEGAN:

Leila see what they're up to...

Leila exits. Finnegan's eyes go up from the action on deck to the

radar screen, where a blip, fast moving, right toward the jet foil

catches his attention.

FINNEGAN:

What the hell...

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55EXT. SAIPAN - NIGHT

A FLASH OF LIGHTNING REVEALS -- The speedboat from the Fuji Maru

hurtling at the hull!

BAAROOOOM!!! The speedboat slams into the Saipan. Instant FIREBALL.

ANGLE ON:
The mercs and Leila slammed to the deck.

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56INT. HOLD - NIGHT

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