Deep Rising Page #6

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A GASH is RIPPED out of the bow. METAL FLIES. WATER SPRAYS. The new

HOLE VOMITS FLAME. Spewing it over the crates.

Hanover and the rest of his men are blown against the walls.

CUT TO:

57INT. ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT

Pantucci DIVES as flying SHRAPNEL PEPPERS the two engines. Instantly

kills one engine. Maims the other. A FIRE starts.

CUT TO:

58INT. PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

RED WARNING LIGHTS flash and blink. Lighting up the console. The left

steering stick dies in Finnegan's hand.

FINNEGAN:

Joey!! Talk to me!

CUT TO:

59INT. ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT

Mayhem... Fire spews out of the engines. Pantucci sprays a fire

extinguisher frantically. Where the shrapnel entered the hull water

now spurts with every wave. Smoke and water, oil and fire.

PANTUCCI:

Jezebel's dead...Hercules is right

behind her! We got a gusher in the

hull!

CUT TO:

60INT. PILOT HOUSE - NIGHT

As the Saipan comes to a halt, Finnegan loses play in his remaining

stick.

FINNEGAN:

Sh*t!!

Finnegan locks the sticks down, and runs out.

CUT TO:

61INT. HOLD - NIGHT

TRACK WITH Finnegan running through the smoke filled hold, past

Hanover and the merc's who are pulling themselves off the floor, right

into the...ENGINE ROOM. Where Pantucci is beside himself in smoke and

sputtering flame.

PANTUCCI:

What did you do the my kids!!

FINNEGAN:

Me??

PANTUCCI:

No! The man in the moon!! Who's

driving this thing?

Finnegan notices something on the floor. He picks up a shard of the

speedboat propeller. Strange. Hanover steps into the room.

HANOVER:

What happened?

Finnegan looks at the piece of speedboat in his hand.

FINNEGAN:

We ran into a speedboat...

He shows the piece of speed boat to Hanover. Who stares at it.

Finnegan sees the hint of recognition in his eyes.

FINNEGAN:

Speedboat in the middle of the

ocean...

HANOVER:

How soon can we get up and running?

FINNEGAN:

We can't...we got one engine dead,

and the other limping badly.

HANOVER:

I have a schedule...

PANTUCCI:

I spent two years building these

things...screw your schedule!

Mason grabs Pantucci by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

MASON:

You little weasel!

Finnegan slams the piece of speed boat into the back of Mason's knees

buckling him to the floor.

In the blink of an eye there is the barrel of a .45 pressed hard

against his head, Hanover at the trigger end.

HANOVER:

We were talking about my schedule...

FINNEGAN:

You're going to have to get a new

one.

HANOVER:

Not an option.

FINNEGAN:

Then you better start swimming.

Hanover cracks Finnegan across the face with the barrel of the gun.

Finnegan's head spins. He touches the corner of his mouth, and comes

away with blood, and a look of murder in his eyes. Hanover slams a

round in the chamber.

HANOVER:

One more joke and your comedy career

is over. Now fix this.

PANTUCCI:

With what? Look at them...they need

gears...cylinder heads...oil pans...

we're in the middle of the goddamn

ocean...

FINNEGAN:

I think he knows that Joey.

PANTUCCI:

Good! So maybe he also know where

the hell am I going to get the parts

I need...

Mulligan comes running in.

MULLIGAN:

Target in sight!!

CUT TO:

62EXT. SAIPAN - NIGHT

Everybody stands on deck as Hanover scans the darkness through a pair

of infared binoculars.

HANOVER:

Contact verified! You know the

drill gentlemen!

The merc's scatter below deck. Hanover hands the bioculars to

Finnegan.

HANOVER:

Care to see what dreams are made of

Finnegan?

Finnegan's POV through the binoculars. The Fuji Maru in the distance,

lit up, beautiful.

CUT TO:

63EXT. DECK - NIGHT

BAM! BAM! Two grappling hooks fly from the barrels of the two

catapults bolted to the deck, landing on the deck of the Fuji Maru,

which looms above the Saipan.

Vivo pulls on the lines until they go taut. Finnegan, Pantucci, and

Leila stand by watching as the mercs in full assault gear,

communication headsets in place, get ready for action.

VIVO:

Lines set.

Mason swivels the big HARPOON GUN on the bow.

MASON:

Tow lines!

VIVO:

Clear!

He FIRES the HARPOON. It shoots and SLAMS into the rear deck of the

Fuji Maru.

MASON:

Tow line secure.

HANOVER:

Secure the zone of opperation!!

Swift, athletic, the mercs leap onto the lines and scramble hand over

hand toward the Fuji Maru's deck.

HANOVER:

When I was a little bit of a pissant

we lived down the road from where

all the big cruise ships used to

come into Sydney harbor...

The first mercs reach the Fuji Maru's deck, and toss life lines down

to Hanover.

HANOVER:

Mum and me we used to sit by our

front door and watch them...she used

to say "one day you're going to make

your fortune in life on one of

them..."

Hanover hands one line to Finnegan, one to Pantucci. The third he

attaches around his waist.

FINNEGAN:

Great woman your mother. Real

foresight.

HANOVER:

And she could do a hell of a barbie

to boot! Belt up. You'll find all

the parts you need up there.

Finnegan and Pantucci comply.

FINNEGAN:

I assume somebody up there has made

sure no distress signal can be sent.

HANOVER:

I'd say that's a pretty good

assumption.

PANTUCCI:

(nervous)

You know the crew could be armed.

HANOVER:

With what? Martinis and tanning oil?

Hanover hand signals to his men above. The lines go taut. Finnegan,

Pantucci, and Hanover are hoisted to the deck of the Fuji Maru.

CUT TO:

64EXT. FUJI MARU DECK - NIGHT

Deathly silent. Not a soul is about. The mercs are deployed in a close

military defense pattern.

HANOVER:

Synchronize watches...

Everyone hits a button on their watches.

HANOVER:

25 minutes...by the numbers. Engine

room and machine shop are on the

third sub deck...Vivo...Mulligan go

with them...keep in touch...move

out...

CUT TO:

65INT. SAIPAN ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT

A thick black hose weaves it's way across the flooded floor, sucking

water.

Leila up to her knees in water, wearing a blast visor, stripped down

to her skivvies, wields a welder against the gaping hole in the hull.

As the boat dips in the waves water sloshes in. Billy sits on the

stairs trying to stay dry. He goes to light a cigarette.

LEILA:

(angry)

Kwan bat! Kwam bat! Booom!!

She points the acetalyne tank she works with.

BILLY:

(bothered)

Yeah...yeah...yeah...

Billy heads for the deck. Leila looks after him in disgust.

LEILA:

A**hole...

She ignites her torch, is about to flick her visor down again when a

loud gurgling, a sucking sound, stops her. She cuts the torch. Looks

around nervously...and then she spots the suction hose sucking away.

She smiles to herself. Flips the visor, fires the torch, and goes back

to work.

CUT TO:

66EXT. FUJI MARU DECK PASSAGEWAY - NIGHT

An alert Mulligan leads Finnegan and Pantucci around a corner. Vivo

brings up the rear.

PANTUCCI:

You'd think they'd set a deck

watch...

FLASH TO:
The deck full of people partying, carousing. The railing is

lined with 15 lifeboats suspended in their harnesses.

FLASH BACK TO:
Mulligan, Finnegan, Pantucci and Vivo staring at a

completely deserted deck. The lifeboat harnesses swing in the breeze,

eerily empty.

Mulligan looks back to Vivo.

MULLIGAN:

I thought the plan was we'd evacuate

them after we got through.

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