Deep Rising Page #8
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- Year:
- 1998
- 106 min
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Finnegan turns to Pantucci, who has not moved from where he hit the
wall.
FINNEGAN:
It's okay...come on...
PANTUCCI:
(scared)
I'm stuck...
Pantucci tries to pull away from the wall. He is stuck.
MULLIGAN:
(jumpy)
Hey! What are you trying to pull!
PANTUCCI:
(pleading)
John...
Finnegan takes Pantucci by the front of his shirt, ignoring Mulligan.
FINNEGAN:
Relax your arms...slowly...that's
it...
As Finnegan pulls, Pantucci does as he is told. He slips away from the
wall. The jacket doesn't.
MULLIGAN:
What the...
He reaches out to touch the wall. Finnegan grabs his wrist, grabs a
flashlight from Vivo's utility belt and shines it on the wall. Their
POV -- the entire wall is covered in a strange, yellow, secreted
GELATIN. Laid on in some sort of weird, inhuman, geometric pattern.
Like a spider web.
CUT TO:
76INT. THE SAIPAN'S HOLD - DAY
Leila has welded half the hole shut. A GUSH OF WATER suddenly pours
through the other half. Leila cuts the torch.
LEILA:
Gebop!!
The KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK of the PUMP is like a loud scary HEARTBEAT.
Leila removes her blast visor. Wipes her brow.
-- A MANGLED CORPSE GUSHES IN through the gaping hole! LEILA SCREAMS.
Bloody murder. Scared shitless. Quickly backs away.
Actually, it's only half a corpse. The bottom half having been eaten
away. It's wearing a tuxedo. The corpse's face is tightly constriced,
eyes wide open, a grotesque death mask. Leila shakes like a leaf,
waist-deep in seawater.
CUT TO:
Billy is staring out at all the lifeboats as they drift away. All he
can hear is the loud KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK of the PUMP. He talks into his
headset --
BILLY:
(into radio)
I dunno where they came from, turned
around and there they were.
(pause)
No, no passengers.
(pause)
No sh*t I'll keep my eyes open.
CUT TO:
Leila trembles in the waist-high water. The PUMP'S HEARTBEAT seems to
have gotten louder. KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK. Leila slowly starts
edging her way around the corpse. KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK.
Her eyes are tranfixed, staring at the abomination, too scared to
scream. KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK. Her back is to the gaping hole as
she slowly starts to pass in front of it. KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK.
The water swirls around her waist. KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK. She's
almost past the gaping hole now. KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK... Then
something grabs her! She SCREAMS! And falls back towards the gaping
hole -- But it's only a twisted piece of metal off a strut. She
exhales. Relieved. KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK. Suddenly, LEILA'S whole
body SPASMS. She SCREECHES wildly, in great pain. The she's RIPPED
backward out through the gaping hole. Gone. WATER SLOSHES back in. KA-
CHUNK-KA-CHUNK-KA-CHUNK.
CUT TO:
79INT. FUJI MARU MACHINE SHOP - NIGHT
Knee deep in water, an edgy Mulligan watches Finnegan as he
disassembles pieces of a thermal carburetor from an auxiliary
generator. His eyes keep shifting around. Over in the far corner Vivo
is watching Pantucci working over a metal lathe, repairing the
cylinder head. Metal-on-metal. Vivo sits up on a barrel, trying to
keep his feet out of the water.
FINNEGAN:
supposed to be impregnable...
MULLIGAN:
So?
FINNEGAN:
So...If the hull's impregnable why
are my feet wet?
MULLIGAN:
Why don't you just stop figuring and
keep working so we can get the hell
out of here?
PANTUCCI:
Why don't you help us so we can get
done faster so we can get the hell
out of here?
MULLIGAN:
'Cause grease monkey ain't in my job
description dick head...
Vivo pulls his feet further up on the barrel.
VIVO:
What I want to know is why the
goddamn ocean is always cold...since
I'm a kid I hate god damn cold
water.
Then out of the corner of his eye, Vivo sees SOMETHING MOVE. He spins
around. Nothing but pipes and hoses.
MULLIGAN:
(nervous)
What was that?
VIVO:
Nothing.
MULLIGAN:
Someone's back there.
VIVO:
Hey! Come out here!
Finnegan and Pantucci stop working. All eyes are focused on the maze
of pipes. THINGS are HISSING, HUMMING and RUMBLING. Nothing moves.
MULLIGAN:
Check it out!
VIVO:
Hey! You hear me? Come out!
Still no response.
MULLIGAN:
Will you check it the hell out!!
Disgusted, Vivo puts his feet in the water, gingerly.
VIVO:
Man this sh*t is cold!
He walks toward the mass of hissing pipes. His pulse rifle rising.
VIVO:
I'm gonna kick your ass for putting
me through this...
Then he hears a strange SLURPING and SUCKING SOUND coming from behind
some gears at the end of a little alleyway.
VIVO:
I'm not screwing around with you
man...I hate the cold water.
MULLIGAN:
What is it man?
VIVO:
I'm looking...
Vivo slowly goes in for a closer look, gun out front, heading down the
little alleyway. He looks behind some pipes. The SLURPING gets LOUDER.
Then he sees it. His eys widen --
VIVO:
On sh*t!
And that's the last thing he ever says. Because just then, from a dark
area between the pipes, SOMETHING SHOOTS OUT! Mulligan, Finnegan, and
Pantucci stare in horrored amazement as Vivo is viciously YANKED into
the pipes. A moment later a WASH OF BLOOD is FLUNG across a wall.
Mulligan freaks out, aims his rifle at the pipes.
MULLIGAN:
Vivo!! Vivo!!
As Mulligan's attention diverts, Finnegan instinctively heads for
Vivo's rifle, lying on the floor.
Mulligan swings around. KACHUNK!! His rifle is armed. The laser dot
fixes on Finnegan's forehead.
MULLIGAN:
Touch it and you're dead, a**hole!
Finnegan freezes, looking up at a very freaked out Mulligan.
PANTUCCI:
Don't shoot, man, don't shoot!
MULLIGAN:
What happened to Vivo?! What the
hell happened to Vivo?
Everybody's breathing hard. Freaked out. Major tension. Blood drips
down the wall.
CUT TO:
Trillian steps up to the vault, looking around, a bit nervous,
something is definitely not right here.
TRILLIAN:
Helloooo?
She shrugs, must be her imagination. From inside her low cut dress she
pulls the Captain's gold security card. She is about to run it through
the reader slot when...
V.O.
Ahem...
She spins to...Hanover, Mason, Mamooli and Chin. Looking grim.
TRILLIAN:
(recovering)
I'm sorry... This area is for
authorized personel only. As the
assistant to the Purser, I'm afraid
I'll have to ask you to vacate...
Mason and Chin lift their pulse-rifles. KACHUNK!!
TRILLIAN:
Or maybe not.
HANOVER:
Where is everybody?
Trillian is confused --
TRILLIAN:
What do you mean?
Hanover steps forward, right in her face.
HANOVER:
(threatening)
I mean...where is everbody?
TRILLIAN:
Poolside?
Hanover grabs Trillian by the throat and slams her against the wall.
He rams his gun against her forehead.
HANOVER:
You tell it straight or I pull the
trigger. Who are you?
TRILLIAN:
(choking)
A passenger...
Hanover blinks.
HANOVER:
Where are the other passengers?
Trillian shrugs. Mason grabs the card out of her hand.
MASON:
Forget her...let's get what we came
for and get the hell out of here!
Mason runs the card through the slot. The ELECTRONICS KICK IN. LIGHTS
FLASH. TUMBLERS ROLL. CLICK! It unlocks.
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