Event Horizon Page #16

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

The CRY echoes down the Main Corridor.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

DJ packs up blood samples. He raises his head at the sound

of the CRY.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Starck GASPS as the CRY resounds through the bridge.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Miller turns in the direction of the CRY. He begins to move

down the Corridor, towards the source.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

Cooper examines the weld on the baffle plate. It's solid.

COOPER:

Solid as a rock.

(into his radio)

Hey, Smith...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK

COOPER (O.S.)

(intercom)

Smith, clear that airlock, man, I'm

coming in.

SMITH:

Roger that.

Smith carries another load of supplies. Movement out of the

corner of his eye...

He turns in time to see Weir disappear around a corner inside

the Event Horizon.

SMITH:

Dr. Weir! Hey, get your ass back on

board! Dr. Weir!

No response.

Smith keys the radio.

SMITH:

Skipper, come in...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Miller jogs down the Main Corridor. An INTERCOM gets his

attention:

SMITH (O.S.)

(intercom)

Skipper...

MILLER:

(into intercom)

What is it, Smith?

SMITH (O.S.)

(intercom)

I just saw Weir, I think he was

messing around on the Clark.

Something SPARKS and SIZZLES in the dim light, catching

Miller's eye. He looks up...

One of the EXPLOSIVE CHARGES has been removed from the its

mounting in the Corridor.

MILLER:

Smith, get out of there...

SMITH (O.S.)

(intercom)

Come again, Skipper?

MILLER:

One of the explosives is missing

from the corridor. I think Weir may

have put it on the Clark.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK

Smith's eyes open wide.

MILLER (O.S.)

(intercom)

Get off the Clark now and wait for

me at the airlock.

SMITH:

No, no, we just got her back

together...

MILLER (O.S.)

(intercom)

Get out of there now!

But Smith has already left the airlock...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - QUARTERS

...entering the Quarters, tearing through storage lockers.

SMITH:

Where is it, where is it...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

MILLER:

Smith? Smith! F***!

Miller races down the corridor towards the airlock, towards

his ship...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - QUARTERS

A BEEPING sound catches Smith's attention. He follows the

sound to a storage compartment. Rifles through it.

SMITH:

I gotcha... I gotcha...

The BEEPS are coming closer and closer together.

Smith grabs a duffel.

SMITH:

I gotcha.

Opens it. He sees the EXPLOSIVE CHARGE from the Event Horizon

even as the BEEPS become a steady TONE. He closes his eyes

and SIGHS...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - EXPLOSION

WHITE LIGHT. A MASSIVE EXPLOSION...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED

UMBILICUS)

Miller enters the docking bay even as a HUGE BLAST knocks

him back.

MILLER:

NOOO!

Safety doors close, sealing off the airlock and preventing

loss of pressure.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

The SILENT EXPLOSION tears the Lewis and Clark into two

pieces, spiralling away from each other and from the Event

Horizon. Metal shards, like confetti, fill the space between

them.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - EXPLODED HULL SECTION

Cooper clings to the forward section, watching the Event

Horizon recede as he tumbles into space. His FRENZIED

BREATHING is the only sound.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED

UMBILICUS)

Miller gets to his feet. Stares out the window upon the

wreckage of his ship, spiralling away. He hits the intercom

with his forearm.

MILLER:

DJ. The Clark's gone. Smith and Cooper

are dead.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

DJ:

What happened?

MILLER (O.S.)

(intercom)

Weir. He used one of the explosives

from the Corridor.

The door opens behind DJ. The lights go out. DJ turns...

Face to face with Weir...

Blood crusts Weir's cheekbones, his mouth. He has no eyes.

Only clotted, empty sockets.

DJ opens his mouth to SCREAM. Weir grabs DJ by the throat,

cutting him off.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED

UMBILICUS)

MILLER:

DJ, you read me?

DJ does not answer. The CRASH of glass and steel resonates

over the intercom.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Too dark to see... glimpses of violent motion in the stainless

steel cabinets... the sounds of STRUGGLE continue...

...then something WET... and the struggle stops.

MILLER (O.S.)

(intercom)

DJ? DJ, come in...

Finally, Weir emerges from the gloom. He searches among the

surgical instruments until his blood caked hands find a

needle... and thread...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED

UMBILICUS)

Miller, at the intercom. He tries another channel.

MILLER:

Peters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Peters body lies before the Core. The intercom CRACKLES.

MILLER (O.S.)

(intercom)

Peters, are you there?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 1 - (TATTERED UMBILICUS)

MILLER:

(growing panic)

Starck, do you read me? Starck...?

But it is Weir who answers. His voice sounds thick, choked

with dirt.

WEIR (O.S.)

(intercom)

I told you... She won't let you

leave...

MILLER:

Son of a b*tch!

Miller yanks open a storage locker full of zero-G tool. Lifts

a nailgun. Chambers a round.

CUT TO:

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - EXPLODED HULL SECTION

Cooper watches the Event Horizon fall farther and farther

away.

He checks his oxygen gauge. One tank full, one tank at half.

Cooper twists his backpack around, giving him access to the

oxygen tanks. He seals off his primary hose and disconnects

the full tank. His gauge immediately goes to "Yellow -

Reserve."

Cooper points the full tank away from the Event Horizon and

OPENS IT...

The blast of pressurized air pushes him towards the ship,

leaving the wreckage of the Lewis and Clark behind.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR

Miller races through the corridors to Medical...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

...and finds DJ, suspended above the table, neatly dissected.

His organs have been laid out carefully before him on the

steel table.

MILLER:

Oh my God.

DJ raises his head.

DJ:

(whisper)

Please...

MILLER:

Oh, God, DJ, what do I... how do

I...

DJ:

Please... kill...

MILLER:

Oh God...

Miller raises the nailgun with trembling hands. FIRES.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE

Miller approaches the door to the Bridge. It is open...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Miller stands in the doorway. A figure sits at the helm.

Miller aims the nailgun.

MILLER:

Weir.

The figure doesn't move. Miller slowly circles around the

helm...

It's Starck. Bound with wire in a sadomasochistic pose,

unconscious.

MILLER:

Hold on... Get you outta these...

Miller kneels in front of her, puts down the nailgun, loosens

the cords. She BREATHES in ragged gasps, opens his eyes...

Then stops. She stares over Miller's shoulder like a deer

caught in the headlights.

Miller looks behind him...

WEIR STANDS THERE, STARING WITH EYES SEWN SHUT.

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