Event Horizon Page #8

COOPER:

Oh my God...

The darkness of the Core ripples...

Justin suddenly emerges from the darkness, a white figure

riding a wave of impenetrable blackness.

Cooper catches him, holds him tight as the wave carries them

towards the wall. Cooper sees a control rod -- a long metal

spike -- coming at them. He twists his body so that they

miss -- barely -- before slamming into the wall.

COOPER:

Justin, do you read me? Justin... .

Cooper pulls Justin close. Justin's head lolls to one side.

Unconscious.

COOPER:

Baby Bear, don't do this. Don't do

this...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Weir, Starck and Smith continue to hold on tightly as the

vibration builds... and builds...

STARCK:

Here comes another one! Hold on!

The second wave hits. Sparks fly as consoles EXPLODE. Deep

in the ship metal SCREAMS, followed by the SHRIEK of escaping

atmosphere. An emergency klaxon RINGS out: PRESSURE WARNING.

Starck checks Justin's station:

STARCK:

We lost the starboard baffle! The

hull's been breached!

The Bridge pressure door begins to close...and then stop.

SMITH:

The safety circuit's failed!

WEIR:

We're losing atmosphere...

STARCK:

There are pressure suits in the

Airlock. Go!

Starck pushes Weir ahead of her, Smith follows hard as they

run the length of the ship for the airlock bay.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

The vibration subsides.

MILLER:

Can anybody hear me...

PETERS (O.S.)

(radio)

Skipper...

MILLER:

Peters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

MILLER (O.S.)

(radio)

...you okay?

PETERS:

Yeah. I'm -- I'm okay.

Her voice cracks as she says it. She looks anything but.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

The reports come, one on the other...

COOPER (O.S.)

(radio)

We have a man down...

MILLER:

Coop, where are you...

COOPER (O.S.)

(radio)

The containment, Second Containment...

MILLER:

Hold on, Coop...

SMITH (O.S.)

(radio)

Captain Miller...

MILLER:

Smith, where the hell have you been?!

SMITH:

We have a situation here...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Starck and Smith already in suits. DJ assists Weir. Smith

has already locked his helmet into place.

SMITH:

(continuing)

We lost the starboard baffle and the

hull cracked. Our safety seals didn't

close, the circuit's fried --

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Miller moves down the central corridor towards his wounded

ship.

MILLER:

Do we have enough time for a weld?

SMITH (O.S.)

(radio)

We don't have time to fart.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

SMITH:

We're losing pressure at 280 liters

a second and our oxygen tanks are

cracked. In three minutes, our

atmosphere will be gone. We are

f***ing dead.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

MILLER:

No one's dying on my watch, Smith!

What about the reserve tanks?

SMITH (O.S.)

(radio)

They're gone.

Beat. Miller closes his eyes, desperately trying to think of

a solution.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

PAN across the faces of the astronauts. No hope. Except for

Weir:

WEIR:

The Event Horizon.

The others turn to stare at Weir.

SMITH:

What?

WEIR:

It still has air and reserve power,

we can activate gravity and life

support.

STARCK:

What if the air has gone bad? We

can't wear these suits forever.

SMITH:

I don't think this is a good idea,

we don't even know what happened on

that ship...

WEIR:

It beats dying, Mister Smith.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

MILLER:

Dr. Weir's right. Get on board the

Event Horizon. I'll meet you at the

airlock.

SMITH (O.S.)

(radio)

But...

MILLER:

You heard me, Smith. Peters, are you

with me?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters at the life support console.

PETERS:

I'm ahead of you. Bringing the thermal

units on line...

Peters flips a series of circuit-breakers. Reaches for the

final switch.

PETERS:

Hold tight and prep for gees.

Everything floating in the bridge CRASHES to the floor.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Justin and Cooper collapse to the deck, coolant splashing

down all around them...

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

Miller meets the crew as they evacuate the Lewis and Clark.

Weir leads the way, eager; Smith hangs back.

MILLER:

Everybody okay?

STARCK:

We're all here.

MILLER:

Okay. Let's find out how much time

we just bought.

Miller reaches for the catch on his own helmet.

DJ:

We haven't tested the air yet. It

could be contaminated...

MILLER:

No time. We need whatever's left in

our suits to repair the Clark. Like

it or not, this is the only oxygen

for three billion kilometers.

Miller pulls his helmet off with a HISS. He breathes deep.

Starck does the same, coughs.

STARCK:

It tastes bad.

MILLER:

But you can breathe it.

CUT TO:

EXT. NEPTUNE ORBIT - LEWIS AND CLARK - EVENT HORIZON

The Lewis and Clark and the Event Horizon, locked together

in Neptune orbit. Lights shine from the Horizon as power is

restored. No longer cloaked in darkness, it is revealed in

all its hideous glory, a nightmare etched in steel.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Weir moves from station to station, restoring power to each.

Starck sits at the communications workstation. Miller watches

over her shoulder.

STARCK:

The antennae array's completely fried,

we've got no radio, no laser, no

highgain... No one's going to be

coming to help us.

MILLER:

How much oh-two do we have?

STARCK:

Oxygen is not the problem.

MILLER:

Carbon dioxide?

STARCK:

(nods)

It's building up with every breath

we take. And the CO2 filters on the

Event Horizon are shot.

MILLER:

We can take the filters from the

Clark...

STARCK:

I thought of that, with the filters

from the Clark, we've got enough

breathable air for twenty hours.

After that, we'd better be on our

way home.

MILLER:

What about the life readings you

picked up?

STARCK:

The Event Horizon sensors show the

same thing:
"Bio-readings of

indeterminate origin." Right before

that wave hit the Clark, there was

some kind of surge, right off the

scale, but now it's back to its

previous levels.

MILLER:

What's causing the readings?

STARCK:

I don't know, but whatever it is,

it's not the crew.

MILLER:

So where is the rest of the crew?

We've been over every inch of this

ship and all we've found is blood.

Dr. Weir? Any suggestions?

Weir just stares at the bloodstained wall.

MILLER:

What happened here?

Miller follows Weir's gaze to the wall: a Rorschach test in

blood...

CUT TO:

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE WINDOW

PULL BACK from the bridge windows TO REVEAL...

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

...the Event Horizon in all its horrific glory, hanging skew

in the center of the hurricane like a mote in God's eye.

The Lewis and Clark clings to the giant craft, as

insignificant as a tick. An even smaller figure clings to

the hull of the Lewis and Clark...

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

It's Smith, EVA in full protective gear. His magnetic boots

hold him to the Lewis and Clark's hull. He kneels over a

hole in the hull, where the metal has buckled and torn. Vapor

still leaks from the hole into space.

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