Event Horizon Page #14

As he reaches a junction, he hears...

...A DISTANT CRY...

VOICE (O.S.)

Don't leave me...!

Miller wheels like a cat, staring wildly down the branching

corridors.

Nothing. He is alone. Miller leans against the wall, sinks

to the floor, rests his head in his hands.

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL

The grotesque ship continues it's orbit as the moon Triton

eclipses the sun. Darkness swallows all.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

DJ enters, checks Justin's display.

MILLER (O.S.)

Any change?

DJ turns, surprised. Miller sits, barely visible in the dark.

DJ:

No. No change.

(beat)

I've analyzed Justin's blood samples.

There's no evidence of excessive

levels of carbon dioxide. Or anything

else out of ordinary.

A grim LAUGH from Miller.

MILLER:

Of course not. Justin just climbed

into the airlock because he felt

like it. Just one of those things.

(beat)

I swore I'd never lose another man.

I came close today. Real close.

DJ:

"Another man?" Who?

Miller nods, pulls his service medal from beneath his

jumpsuit.

MILLER:

It was on the Goliath. There was

this bosun, Corrick, a young guy, a

lot like Justin. Edmund Corrick,

from Decatur, Georgia. He got caught

when the pressure doors sealed, one

closed on his arm. Severed it at the

wrist. The pain of that must have

been... He passed out and...

Miller trails off. DJ waits patiently. Finally:

MILLER:

I, I tried to go back for him, to

save him, but I couldn't get to him

in time. The fire... Have you ever

seen fire in zero-gravity? It's like

a liquid, it slides over everything.

It was like a wave breaking over

him, a wave of fire. And then he was

gone.

(beat)

I never told anyone until now. But

this ship knew, DJ. It knows about

the Goliath, it knows about Corrick.

It knows our secrets. It knows what

we're afraid of.

(beat, wan smile)

And now you're going to tell me it's

carbon dioxide.

DJ:

No.

Miller sees something in DJ's expression.

MILLER:

What is it?

DJ:

I've been listening to the

transmission. And I think Houston

made a mistake in the translation.

MILLER:

Go on.

DJ plays the recording again. Stops it abruptly.

DJ:

They thought it said, "Liberatis

me," "Save me," but it's not "me."

It's "tutemet:" "Save yourself."

MILLER:

It's not a distress call. It's a

warning.

DJ:

It gets worse.

Miller stares at him.

DJ:

It's very hard to make out, but listen

to this final part.

He plays the recording again.

DJ:

Do you hear it? Right there.

MILLER:

Hear what?

DJ:

It sounds like "ex infera:" "ex,"

from; "infera," the ablative case of

"inferi." "Hell."

MILLER:

"Save yourself. From Hell."

(beat)

What are you saying, are you saying

that this ship is possessed?

DJ:

No. I don't believe in that sort of

thing.

(beat)

But if Dr. Weir is right, this ship

has passed beyond the boundaries of

our universe, of reality. Who knows

where this ship has been... What

it's seen...

(beat)

And what it's brought back with it.

DJ looks at Miller. He does not have an answer. The intercom

CRACKLES:

COOPER (O.S.)

(intercom)

Captain Miller, we're ready to

repressurize the Clark.

MILLER:

(into intercom)

On my way.

CUT TO:

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Miller stands in his EVA suit in the darkened bridge. He

twists a manual valve.

MILLER:

Alright, Cooper.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

Cooper looks at Smith.

COOPER:

Cross your fingers.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

A moment later, mist flows from the vents into the bridge,

filling it with atmosphere. Miller watches the pressure rise

on his suit gauge.

SMITH (O.S.)

(radio)

It's holding... She's holding...!

COOPER (O.S.)

(radio)

We're still venting trace gasses,

gimme twenty minutes to plug the

hole.

MILLER:

You got it, Coop.

Miller removes his helmet. Breathes deep.

MILLER:

Back in business.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters sits in front of the screen. The log is still

distorted.

Frustrated, she types in a series of instructions. Get to

her feet.

PETERS:

You got any coffee?

STARCK:

It's cold.

PETERS:

I don't care.

Behind Peters, the process refines, accelerates... pieces

coming together like a jigsaw...

Peters turns around. Sees the screen. The coffee slips from

her hand to the floor.

PETERS:

(tiny voice)

Starck...

Starck turns, sees the screen.

PETERS:

Sweet Jesus. Miller... MILLER!

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Miller, Starck, DJ watch the video. Peters turns away,

miserable. Unable to watch...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE THE VIDEO SCREEN

still distorted by static and roll, but finally lucid: FOUR

ORIGINAL CREW of the Event Horizon. On the Bridge.

ONE MAN dislocates his shoulder with a WET POPPING sound as

he shoves his arm down his own throat. Blood bubbles from

his nose. With a SHUCKING sound, he pulls his stomach out

his mouth...

Behind him, a MAN and WOMAN f***, covered with blood. She

bites through his neck. His head lolls to the other side.

She buries her face in the torn flesh as he thrusts into her

again and again...

Presiding over them, KILPACK. His eyes are bloody holes. His

hands reach out in offering. In the palms of his hands, his

eyes.

Kilpack opens his mouth and speaks with an INHUMAN VOICE.

KILPACK:

Liberatis tutemet ex infera...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Miller switches off the video. No one says anything.

MILLER:

We're leaving.

WEIR:

You can't, your orders are specific...

MILLER:

"...to rescue the crew and salvage

the ship." The crew is dead, Dr.

Weir. This ship killed them. And now

it's killing us.

WEIR:

You're insane. You've lost your mind.

MILLER:

Maybe you're right. But it's still

my command, and I have leeway to

abort when I feel there is an

unacceptable threat to my crew. And

I think there is.

(beat)

Starck, download all the files from

the Event Horizon's computers. Coop,

Smith, finish moving the CO2 scrubbers

back onto the Clark.

WEIR:

(stammering)

Don't... don't do this...

MILLER:

It's done.

CUT TO:

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK

Peters enters, carrying heavy CO2 scrubbers. Smith stops

her.

SMITH:

What's going on, sweethearts?

PETERS:

CO2 scrubbers for the Clark. Miller

pulled the plug on the mission.

Smith smiles.

SMITH:

About goddam time.

Sequence omitted from original script.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

Weir follows Miller down the Corridor.

WEIR:

What about my ship?

MILLER:

We will take the Lewis and Clark to

a safe distance and then launch tac

missiles at the Event Horizon until

I am satisfied that she has been

destroyed.

(beat)

F*** this ship.

WEIR:

You... You can't do that!

MILLER:

Watch me.

Miller turns to walk away. Weir grabs Miller, wheeling him

around, almost frenzied.

WEIR:

You can't kill her, I won't let you!

I lost her once, I will not lose her

again...!

Miller shoves Weir back into the wall. The two stare at each

other. Adversaries...

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