Godzilla Page #4

MAJOR HICKS:

Who are they? Lieutenant, get those

people away from there.

RAYMOND:

(French accent)

They are with me!

Everyone in the group turns to find Mr. Phillip

Raymond.

MAJOR HICKS:

And who are you?

Raymond hands him, as well as anyone who wants one, his

business card.

RAYMOND:

CHARGEURES, property and casualty

insurance. We are preparing a report.

MAJOR HICKS:

You're fast.

RAYMOND:

That is our job.

MAJOR HICKS:

Well your people are getting in the

way of my job.

RAYMOND:

Major, what do you think could have

done this?

MAJOR HICKS:

Get your people out of there or I

will.

The Major walks away. Raymond studies him as he does.

ANGLE - SHIP

Nick can't take his eyes off the enormous holes in the

hull. He steps closer and turns to Peters, who's taking

radiation counts of the ship.

NICK:

Mind if I borrow this?

Peter hands him his Geiger counter and walks into the

cracked hull of the ship.

22 INT. CARGO HULL - CONTINUOUS - DAY22

Inside is eerily dark and creepy. The guts of the ship

are tangled inside. Holding a Geiger counter, he gets

readings from all over the area. One particular spot,

above him, seems slightly stronger.

Nick SEES something there. He opens his knapsack and

puts on some rubber gloves, removing a glass jar (like

the ones from Chernobyl).

Carefully he climbs the debris until he reaches a sharp

shard of metal. Clinging to it he finds a MEATY CHUNK OF

REPTILE FLESH.

He tries remove it but he only gets half. He places it

into his jar. Just as he reaches for the other half,

SOMETHING GIVES WAY.

With a JOLT, the section above him collapses. A rush of

water falls and a HUMAN BODY swings down, just in front

of him.

Nick tumbles backwards, his heart pounding. The body

swings lifelessly as it hangs from above.

The others rush to his side, checking to see if he's all

right.

PETERS:

You okay, Nick?

NICK:

Yeah, I'm...wait...I lost...

Nick looks around frantically when the glass sample jar

is suddenly handed to him.

RAYMOND:

Are you looking for this?

NICK:

Thanks.

Raymond studies Nick as he joins the rest outside.

DISSOLVE TO:

UNDERWATER - NETS - MOVING P.O.V.

We are moving very quickly underwater. Ahead of us are

some large FISHING NETS with a catch of fish carried in

the bunt. Quickly we are heading for a collision.

23 EXT. ATLANTIC OCEAN - OFF NEW ENGLAND COAST - DAY23

A great day for fishing. Slicing through the water we

SEE three New England Fishing TRAWLERS, the HARPO, the

CHICO, and the GROUCHO.

24 EXT. THE HARPO - SAME - DAY24

ARTHUR is at the wheel. Suddenly the engines WHINE as

the ship begins to slow down. Surprised, Arthur checks

his throttle.

25 EXT. THE CHICO - SAME - DAY25

LEONARD and his 1st MATE are puzzled by the engine WHINE

of their own ship.

LEONARD:

Jerry, why are we slowing down?

JERRY (O.S.)

She's heavy in the bunt.

LEONARD:

That was fast.

26 EXT. THE GROUCHO - SAME - DAY26

The captain, JULES, hasn't noticed a thing as he lays on

his deck tanning himself, a boom-box blaring next to

him. Suddenly THUD. The ship JOLTS for a second. Jules

slides and BANGS his head into the boom-box. He yelps.

DECK HAND:

The nets are full!

JULES:

Then bring 'em in!

DECK HAND:

We can't. She won't budge!

Jules gets up to move aft when THUD, again the ship

ROCKS.

ALL THREE BOATS SLOW TO A CRAWL

Arthur tries to GUN his engine but it only WHINES. Soon

all three boats STOP DEAD. Nothing but quiet for a long

beat.

ARTHUR:

What is going on?

Then with another JOLT all three boats begin to move

BACKWARDS, DRAGGED BY THEIR OWN NETS!

LEONARD:

She's going sternway!

FIRST MATE:

What the hell did we catch?

The three boats begin to PICK UP SPEED, moving BACKWARDS

in the water. Water SPLASHES up into the boats, winches

begin to CRACK under the building pressure.

The boats begin to move incredibly FAST backwards.

Things on the boat begin to BREAK and CRASH DOWN onto

the decks of the ships.

JULES:

Cut us free! Cut the nets!

The same cry is heard on all three boats. Leonard grabs

an AXE and starts HACKING AWAY at the tow lines.

Jules and his deck hands do the same. WIRE SHEERS are

brought out for the larger CABLES connected to the nets.

Desperately they try and free themselves as their boats

are dragged helplessly backwards.

ARTHUR:

(screaming at his men)

Cut the damned cables!

A CABLE SNAPS!

Jules falls backward as the cables and ropes are either

cut or snapped from the pressure. Their boat stops.

ANOTHER CABLE SNAPS!

Leonard and his crew TUMBLE to the deck as their boat is

freed.

THE HARPO:

Is not so fortunate. The lone boat dragged backwards,

faster now without the weight of the other boats. Then

suddenly the aft of the boat begins to get PULLED DOWN,

dipping into the water.

With an unstoppable force the Harpo gets PULLED UNDER

WATER. Deck hands LEAP off the boat as the top cabin is

CRUSHED as the entire ship slowly DISAPPEARS BENEATH THE

SEA.

For a moment all is quiet. No one can believe what just

happened. Hearts pounding, catching their breath.

Then with a WHOOSH of air pressure, the Harpo BURSTS out

of the water. With a gigantic SPLASH, the boat FLOPS on

its side and capsizes. The waters calm, but the nerves

of Jules and Leonard don't.

DISSOLVE TO:

27 EXT. CLOUDY SKIES - MILITARY TRANSPORT PLANE - DAY27

A storm is brewing ahead as this large Military

Transport plane glides into view then BANKS away.

PETRI DISH:

A small piece of Nick's SAMPLE is cut away and placed on

a glass microscope slide.

WIDE TO REVEAL:

28 INT. MILITARY TRANSPORT PLANE - SAME - DAY28

Nick sits on the floor surrounded by his sloppily

unpacked equipment as he places the slide under his

microscope, examining his specimen.

Quickly stepping over him a young SOLDIER rushes over to

Major Hicks, seated with the rest of the team on the

plane's opposing benches. The Solider interrupts their

discussion.

SOLDIER:

Major, we just got a report of a

fishing trawler going down. Exact

position, forty seven degrees

latitude, 67 longitude.

MAJOR HICKS:

What makes you think it's related?

SOLDIER:

The trawler was pulled under.

The team exchanges worried glances. Hicks moves over to

a map where the other incidents have been marked. He

traces his finger up the 67th longitude until he hits

the 47th parallel. Just off the East Coast.

MAJOR HICKS:

Jesus Christ! It's only two hundred

miles off the American Eastern

seaboard and we don't even know what

it is.

ELSIE:

Theropoda Allosaurus. Some type of

enormous reptile the likes of which we

haven't seen since the age of

prehistoric dinosaurs.

CLIVE:

(sarcastic)

So where's been hiding the last sixty

million years?

ELSIE:

The depth and breath of the ocean

floor has barely been explored. His

kind could have survived there

completely undetected.

NICK (O.S.)

What about the traces of radiation?

Everyone turns to discover Nick has walked over holding

his loosely scribbled notes in his hand.

NICK:

The radiation is not an anomaly, it's

the clue. This creature is far too

unique on every level to be some lost

dinosaur.

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