Heavy Metal Page #4

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LOW VIEW OF THE "PACIFIC PEARL"

Under the "Pacific Pearl's" belly, we see the bellygunner

suspended in his small glass pod. A red glow brightens up

as he drags on a cigar. The rest of the formation are

visible stretched to the side and behind as puffs of cloud

waft past. We begin to feel as if the weather might be

changing.

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THE NOSE OF THE "PACIFIC PEARL"

The BOMBARDIER is relaxing inside as he swigs from the bottle

and sings raucously. From the front we look in on the pilot

with the dead co-pilot sagging in his seat next to him.

BELLYGUNNER:

(V.O.)

Sorry about Elkhorn, skip.

What happened?

PILOT:

I dunno. The shell exploded and he

collapsed. I think he took it in

the head.

BELLYGUNNER:

(V.O.)

Are ya sure he's dead, Skipper?

PILOT:

He's dead.

BOMBARDIER:

(sings drunkenly)

Oh I put my finger in a woodpecker's

hole and the woodpecker said God

bless my soul; take it out, take it

out, take it out, remove it ...

TAILGUNNER:

(bolder)

Hey Stepek, just shut up, okay?

BOMBARDIER:

Up yours kid, wassa matter, you don't

like my voice?

While all this banter has been going on the cloud has been

thickening. Suddenly a serious voice cuts in on the small

talk. It's the NAVIGATOR.

NAVIGATOR:

(V.O.)

Something's wrong!

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THE NAVIGATOR:

He is frantically tapping the compass.

PILOT:

(V.O.)

You got a problem, Holden?

BOMBARDIER:

(V.O.)

Naw, the kid's the one with the

problem. He don't like my voice!

PILOT:

(V.O.)

Button it up Stepek. What's the

problem, Holden?

NAVIGATOR:

I must have a malfunction, my compass

says we're heading north!

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PILOT:

He looks at his compass.

PILOT:

Mine says east.

NAVIGATOR:

(V.O.)

Hey, can you guys see the rest of the

squadron?

BELLYGUNNER:

(V.O.)

Negative, there's too much cloud.

A sudden flash of lightning illuminates the whole inside of

the plane.

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THE COCKPIT:

The dead co-pilot's pale face is momentarily electric blue,

lit by the lightning flash. We pan past him to the compass in

the instrument panel. It is spinning madly.

PILOT:

What the hell ...

He reaches forward to tap the compass.

PILOT:

Hey Holden, now my compass has gone

crazy. It's spinning like a son of

a b*tch!

NAVIGATOR:

(V.O.)

Mine too, we must have hit a magnetic

field or something !!

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OUTSIDE THE PLANE

We see a dull glow coming from all crew positions from the

on-board lights. Suddenly a curtain of rain lashes the machine.

PILOT:

(V.O.)

Christ, now they're all doing it!!

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THE INSTRUMENT PANEL

All the dials are going haywire. Above the instrument panel

we see the windshield is spattered with rain.

BOMBARDIER:

(V.O.)

You guys quit talking business?

I'm trying to sing here! Oh I

put my finger in a woodpecker's ...

PILOT:

(irritably)

Can it Stepek, we got real problems.

Just then through the rain, a strange green glow is seen

in the distance. It begins to curve toward the aircraft.

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OUTSIDE THE PLANE - NEAR BELLY TURRET

The turret swings as the gunner spots the glow.

BELLYGUNNER:

Jesus! Look at that!!

From under the starboard wing, we see the object approaching.

PILOT:

(V.O.)

Look at what ... look at what!!?

BELLYGUNNER:

It's out there, just look at it ...

PILOT:

(V.O.)

For Christ sake, give us a position!

BELLYGUNNER:

It's about four o'clock, just below

... Holy Sh*t, it's coming right at us!

The glow suddenly zooms at the plane with great speed and hits

the starboard inner engine.

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PILOT'S POV

He has to push the dead co-pilot back to peer out the

broken starboard window ... the number three prop is bent

and windmilling wildly. It has a strange green luminescence

about it ... the whole machine shakes.

PILOT:

Damn.

The PILOT tries to fly the plane and do the co-pilot's job of

feathering the bad engine. Suddenly it's too late as the prop

wobbles loose and cartwheels over the wing.

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OUTSIDE THE PLANE

The prop flies back and slices a great gash in the aircraft's

skin, near the TAILGUNNER'S position.

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THE PILOT:

PILOT:

We lost the goddamned prop ...

Did it do any damage? Kid, check

the tail.

Silence.

PILOT:

Come in kid ... kid are you okay?

Silence.

PILOT:

Travis; go check the back.

BELLYGUNNER:

(V.O.)

Will do, skipper.

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INSIDE HATCH:

TRAVIS' turret opens and TRAVIS pulls himself up into the fuselage.

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THE PILOT:

The gauges are now settled except for the oil pressure to

No. 2 engine. The pressure drops. The engine heat gauge

climbs rapidly. A red warning light begins to flash.

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