Event Horizon Page #9

SMITH:

Captain Miller, you copy?

MILLER (O.S.)

(radio)

I'm here, Smith, how's the Clark?

SMITH:

I've found a six inch fracture in

the outer hull. We should be able to

repair it and re-pressurize, it's

gonna take some time.

MILLER (O.S.)

(radio)

We don't have time, Smith. In twenty

hours we run out of air.

SMITH:

Understood.

Smith uses a foam applicator to fill the hole. The gel freezes

in place. Smith reaches to his belt, pulls out a ZERO-G

NAILGUN. Presses it to the patch and begins to rivet it into

place.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Justin lies unmoving on a table. His eyes are open, staring

at a smear of blood on the ceiling.

A needle slides into the skin below his eye. He doesn't

respond.

DJ removes the needle. It glistens with blood. He looks up

at Miller and Peters.

MILLER:

How is he?

DJ:

His vitals are stable, but he's

unresponsive to stimuli. He might

wake up in fifteen minutes. He might

not wake up at all.

PETERS:

What happened to him?

DJ shakes his head. Miller eyes the bloodstain above them.

MILLER:

DJ, take samples from these stains,

compare them to medical records, I

want to know whose blood this is.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Gravity has scattered debris and freeze-dried blood about

the room. The crew (Justin and Smith excepted) tries to relax

on the chairs of dead men. Their faces are wan and haggard.

Weir relaxes at the table. Unlike the others, he seems almost

at ease. DJ remains forever stoic; Starck, animated and

nervous. Cooper bounces the handball on the floor, a reflex

action.

Miller stares at a video monitor, watching Smith repair the

Lewis and Clark. He turns from the window.

MILLER:

Okay, people, there's been a change

in the mission. In less than eighteen

hours, we will run out of breathable

air. Our primary objective is now

survival. That means we focus on

repairing the Lewis and Clark and

salvaging whatever will buy us more

time.

(pause)

Our secondary objective is finding

out what happened to this ship and

its crew. Two months from now, I

fully intend to be standing in front

of the good Admiral giving my report,

and I'd like to have more than my

dick in my hands.

Grim smiles all around.

MILLER:

Peters, I want you to go through the

ship's log, see if we can't find

some answers.

PETERS:

I can use the station in Medical,

keep an eye on Justin...

MILLER:

Fine. Starck, I want you to repeat

the bio-scan...

STARCK:

What's the point? I'll just get the

same thing...

MILLER:

Not acceptable. I want to know what's

causing those readings. If the crew

is dead, I want the bodies, I want

the crew found.

STARCK:

I can reconfigure the scan for C-12,

amylase proteins.

MILLER:

Do it. Dr. Weir...

WEIR:

Yes.

MILLER:

One of my men is down. I want to

know what happened to him.

COOPER:

I told you. He was inside the Core...

Weir starts shaking his head.

COOPER:

It was like... nothing was there...

and then Justin appeared and the

Core... became metal...

WEIR:

(cutting him off)

No, he didn't.

COOPER:

You weren't there. I saw it.

WEIR:

Saw what, Mr. Cooper? What did you

really see, because what you're

describing is not physically

possible...

Cooper throws the ball at him, hard. Weir ducks. It bounces

wildly around the room. Miller catches it.

MILLER:

Cooper! Enough!

Cooper sits down.

MILLER:

(turning on Weir)

Dr. Weir, Justin may die. Whatever

happened to him could happen to all

of us.

Beat.

WEIR:

I don't know what happened to Justin.

COOPER:

I'm telling you, I saw it...

WEIR:

What you saw could have been an

optical effect caused by gravitational

distortion.

COOPER:

(turning on Weir)

I know what I saw and it wasn't a

f***ing "optical effect!"

MILLER:

Hold on, what's this "gravitational

distortion?"

WEIR:

It's possible that a burst of gravity

waves escaped from the Core,

distorting space-time. They could be

what hit the Lewis and Clark.

MILLER:

What could cause them?

(Weir doesn't answer)

What's in the Core?

WEIR:

It's complicated...

MILLER:

How much time do you need? We have

seventeen hours and forty-two minutes.

Now:
what is in the Core?

Beat. Here comes another bomb...

WEIR:

A black hole.

The crew stares at him, stunned.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Miller, Starck and Weir stand before the Core. Dark ominous

structures loom around them, glistening with coolant. The

PULSE of the ship is loud here, a deep THRUM that steals

their breath. Weir's voice is a reverent WHISPER:

WEIR:

That's how the gravity drive works,

you see:
it focuses the black hole's

immense gravitational power to create

the gateway. That's how the Event

Horizon travels faster than light.

STARCK:

I can't believe we built this.

MILLER:

It's insane.

WEIR:

"Insane?" The finest astronauts fought

to be posted to this ship. It would

take the Lewis and Clark a thousand

years to reach our closest star. The

Event Horizon could be there in a

day...

MILLER:

If it worked.

WEIR:

If it worked, yes.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT - 3RD SEAL

They stare at the Core, the surrounding machinery moving in

a slow giant's dance. A trick of the eye, or does the Core

stare back at them?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

MILLER:

I want this room sealed. The Second

Containment is off limits.

WEIR:

There's no danger. The black hole is

contained behind three magnetic

fields, it's under control.

MILLER:

Your black hole damn near ripped my

ship apart. It may have killed one

of my men.

(beat)

No one goes near that thing.

MOVE IN ON THE CORE

until its darkness fills the screen...

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Peters sits before the computer workstation, running the

ship's log, forwarding through hours of boring footage. Rubs

her eyes.

The lights flicker.

Peters hears something RUSTLING behind her. She turns...

PETERS:

Justin...?

Justin lies unmoving on the nearest examination table.

Comatose. Peters reaches out and picks up a scalpel.

Peters hears the sound again, FINGERNAILS ON PLASTIC. She

moves past Justin...

...past several empty tables, covered with clear plastic...

...to the last table. She stares in shock.

THERE'S SOMETHING UNDERNEATH THE PLASTIC COVER

She slowly reaches out. Lifts the cover.

Her son DENNY looks at her and GIGGLES. She GASPS. The scalpel

drops to the floor at her feet.

Denny reaches up to her, to be picked up...

DENNY:

Mommy...

...but the plastic that still covers his withered legs squirms

like a bag full of snakes...

Peters drops the plastic and backs away.

DJ (O.S.)

Peters?

She turns. DJ stands in the doorway, holding blood samples.

Peters turns back, but her son is gone.

DJ reads her expression.

DJ:

What's wrong?

PETERS:

Nothing. It's nothing.

CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 2

The Airlock light turns red -- a warning. The Inner Airlock

door control flashes: "LOCKED." The Outer Airlock door opens.

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