Event Horizon Page #15

The lights cut to emergency lighting.

STARCK (O.S.)

(intercom)

Miller, come in ...

Miller finds the intercom:

MILLER:

Starck, what the hell is going on?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Starck peers at the Engineering board:

STARCK:

(into intercom)

We just lost main power again.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

Miller and Weir are barely visible in the darkness.

MILLER:

Goddammit! Starck, get those files

and vacate. I want off this ship.

He releases the intercom.

Weir's voice is a WHISPER as he backs into the shadows.

WEIR:

You can't leave. She won't let you.

MILLER:

Just get your gear back onto the

Lewis and Clark, doctor, or you'll

find yourself looking for a ride

home.

Weir is swallowed by the darkness.

WEIR (O.S.)

I am home.

REGULAR LIGHTING snaps on...

Miller looks around. Dr. Weir has vanished.

MILLER:

Weir? WEIR!

He slams the intercom:

MILLER:

All hands. Dr. Weir is missing. I

want him found and restrained.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Starck gathers all the files and disks. Shuts down the

consoles, one by one.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Smith and Peters finish removing CO2 scrubbers from panels

in the walls.

SMITH:

Let's go, let's go, this place freaks

me out...

PETERS:

Last one.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

Peters follows Smith down the First Containment towards the

Main Access Corridor, carrying the last case of scrubbers.

She begins to lag behind.

A GIGGLE echoes down the First Containment.

PETERS:

(whisper)

Denny?

She turns back to the Second Containment...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT POV PETERS

A SMALL FIGURE dashes through the darkness in the Second

Containment. Denny...?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

PETERS:

Smith.

Peters turns, but Smith is already out of sight. She

hesitates. Moves back towards Second Containment.

Again, Peters hears the GIGGLE of a child. The SCRAPE of

metal on metal. She slowly moves forward...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

...into the darkness of the Second Containment. Peters sees

an open access panel. She looks inside.

PETERS' POV - ACCESS DUCT

A narrow tube, vanishing into darkness. A YOUNG CHILD'S VOICE

echoes from far away:

DENNY (O.S.)

Mommy...

PETERS:

ducks her head and enters the access duct.

PETERS:

Denny...?

CUT TO:

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Miller sits at Justin's engineering position. Flips a series

of switches...

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

Cooper works on the patch as the ship's running lights come

on in sequence...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The bridge lights flicker, illuminate...

MILLER:

(to his ship)

Thank you.

SMITH (O.S.)

(radio)

Captain, we got a problem.

MILLER:

Now what?

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

SMITH AND MILLER

SMITH:

She was right behind me, I turn

around, she's gone. She could be

anywhere.

MILLER:

Alright. Prep the Clark for launch.

I'll find her.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - DENNY'S DUCT

Peters moves through the duct. Reaches a junction. Anything

could be with her, there in the dark.

A child's WHISPER, too faint for words. Peters turns...

Behind her, FOREGROUND, a YOUNG CHILD dashes across the

corridor.

Peters turns back. Too late to see. Again, the child's WHISPER

draws her onward.

PETERS:

Denny? Denny, come to Mommy...

FAINT LAUGHTER is her only answer. She follows the sound,

now climbing into a vertical shaft that takes her higher and

higher...

PETERS:

Hold on, Denny, Mommy's coming...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - DENNY'S DUCT - CATWALK

Peters pulls herself up from the vertical shaft onto a catwalk

that snakes between huge oily machinery, just in time to

see...

A SMALL CHILD running, disappearing into the gloom ahead.

PETERS:

Denny?

She runs forward into a junction. The lights flicker red.

PETERS:

Denny...?

DENNY:

Mommy...

Her son can barely be seen in the flickering darkness ahead.

PETERS:

You can walk... Denny, you can walk...

oh, my baby...

DENNY:

Wanna show you, Mommy, wanna show

you something...

He reaches his arms out to her...

Peters steps forward, reaching for her son...

...falling into an open access hatch, hidden in the dark...

INT. DENNY'S DUCT - (VERTICAL TUBE)

...a twenty meter drop...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Peters hits hard, lies before the Core, an offering of flesh

and blood. Her legs twist beneath her, shattered; blood pools

around her head. Her chest heaves: still alive.

PETERS:

(bloody gasp)

Denny...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - DENNY'S DUCT - TUBE SECTION

Denny peers down from the top of the shaft and GIGGLES. CLAPS

his hands in childlike glee.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

Weir wanders into First Containment, brooding.

WEIR:

(to himself)

I won't. I won't leave. This is my

ship.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Weir enters the Second Containment. Freezes as he sees...

Peters body lying twisted and broken before the Core.

WEIR:

Oh no. Peters...?

He rushes to Peters. Reaches out to touch her but pulls his

hand back. Her eyes are black, eight-ball hemorrhage darkening

the irises. She is dead.

WEIR:

Why did you do that? You didn't have

to do that...

CLAIRE (O.S.)

Billy.

Weir looks up from Peters' corpse.

CLAIRE stands before the Core. She is naked. Her skin is

pale and beautiful and cold and wet. Her hair hangs in her

face, covering her milk-white eyes...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

Claire stands naked before the bathroom mirror. Behind her,

the tub steams...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT - (SEX AND SUICIDE

INTERCUT)

Weir stares at Claire in shock. She walks to him. Slowly.

She stops in front of him. Her arms hang at her sides. He

must reach for her.

He does, putting his hands on her hips. He slides from his

chair to the floor to his knees. He presses his face to her

pale belly and cries. SOBS wrack his body...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...and in the bathroom, she clutches Weir's straight-razor...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

She reaches down. Slowly, her arms cradle his head. She slides

down on him. Straddles him.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...Claire slips into the steaming water...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

He raises his head to her breasts. His eyes, closed. She

remains unnaturally still, only her hips rocking back and

forth.

Weir's mouth opens, GASPS as he enters her...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...and the razor bites her skin...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

She caresses his face. Lifts his face to hers. Her mouth is

slack. Her hair hangs in front of her eyes.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...Claire floats dead in the red water, eyes open, hair

billowing around her head like a halo...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Weir gazes up at her, transfixed. He takes her hand and raises

it to his face. She caresses his cheek. And reaches for his

eyes...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

A MUFFLED SCREAM rips through the Second Containment Seal.

It begins as a human sound and ends as something else, an

alien CRY of rage.

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