Heavy Metal Page #5

PILOT:

(to himself)

Goddamn it, now what?

He glances out of his window just in time to see a strange,

claw-like feeler coming out of the engine casing. It detaches

one of the cooling gills, then another, and another. They blow

away in the slipstream.

PILOT:

Gremlins!

(rubbing his eyes)

Jesus, I must be getting tired.

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THE BELLYGUNNER:

He looks in to the kid's reargun compartment. All that is left

of him is a tattered skeleton.

TRAVIS turns, horror frozen on his face. Quick as a flash,

from seemingly nowhere, something flies at him and grabs his

throat. The mask on his face falls off, and we get a split

second look of abject horror as he falls out of frame.

PILOT:

(V.O.)

Travis, what's goin' on back there?

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TRAVIS:

His eyes are open but he is obviously dead. Through his helmet

headphone, we hear his name.

CUT TO:

THE PILOT:

PILOT:

Holden, how far to base?

NAVIGATOR:

(V.O.)

Skip, with everything screwed up here, I'd,

I'd guess about two hundred miles.

All the time the engine pops and bangs wildly.

PILOT:

For Christ's sake, find us a place I

can put her down!

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THE NAVIGATOR:

NAVIGATOR:

It's all ocean down there, skip!

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THE PILOT:

PILOT:

Mack, can you get us a radio fix?

CUT TO:

THE RADIO OPERATOR

RADIO OPERATOR:

Negative skip, too much interference.

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THE PILOT:

He is fighting the controls.

PILOT:

Sh*t! I've gotta put her down!

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THE BOMBARDIER:

BOMBARDIER:

Hey Holden ... ya old stuff shirt ...

ya wanna snort?

PILOT:

(V.O.)

For God sakes Stepek, shut up!

STEPEK takes another swig from his bottle. He is lying on

his back partly propped up by the curving nose of the aircraft.

He is about to make another smart ass reply, when he hears a

strange scratching and chirping noise above his head. He

looks up in time to see sharp teeth and claws start to appear

through the lining above his head. He blinks in disbelief and

throws his bottle away as if the image came from the whiskey.

BOMBARDIER:

Oh my God, there's ... there's ...

ahh ... keep away ... keep away ...

(struggles)

... hey no ... hey somebody ...

(screams)

NAVIGATOR:

(V.O.)

Stepek, you stupid sonovabitch, will

you lay off the booze, you've got the

D.T.'s ...

STEPEK is wide-eyed and scared silly as the sound now begins

under his feet and pincers begin to snip through the floor.

He suddenly realizes that the whole floor is giving way beneath

him, and he grabs for a handful of cables as the floor collapses.

CUT TO:

OUTSIDE THE AIRCRAFT

The lower half of STEPEK is hanging in the slipstream, kicking

madly. We see that his legs are covered in wriggling creatures.

CUT BACK TO:

STEPEK:

He is losing his grip with one hand, but still desperately

clinging on to a bunch of cables with the other. Suddenly

an ugly pincer cuts the cables and STEPEK is gone ... out

into the night.

CUT TO:

THE PLANE:

Suddenly the No. 2 engine begins to backfire, blasting back

large gobs of orange flame. The oil, heat and manifold gauges

are off the dial and red lights frantically flash. Desperately

the PILOT looks out of the window.

Pieces begin flying off the engine. The cowling disintegrates

revealing the bare engine beneath. Small figures are frantically

busy ripping the engine to pieces.

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THE PILOT:

He is scared.

PILOT:

Holden, for God's sake get up

here on the double.

NAVIGATOR:

(V.O.)

What's the problem, skip?

PILOT:

Just get up here!

The NAVIGATOR grimaces as he pushes past the dead co-pilot.

NAVIGATOR:

What is it, skip?

(looking out windows)

JESUS H. CHRIST!

PILOT:

Hold 'em off. I'm taking her down.

He peers out at the incredible sight of the creatures ripping

off the wing skin and tearing huge plates from the cowlings.

The camera pans down to his feet as the hatch door handle twists

and then bursts open. A dozen bat-like creatures swarm in.

The NAVIGATOR panics and reaches up, grabbing the flare gun

from its rack. He screams as the creatures attack and shoots

right through the creatures, bathing the aircraft with a bright

ruby glow.

NAVIGATOR:

(struggling)

Okay you little bastards ... sh*t ...

(screams)

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THE RADIO OPERATOR

The flare shoots down the fuselage and smashes into him.

Wreathed in flames, he falls back into the fuselage.

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OUTSIDE THE AIRCRAFT

Creatures swarm all over the plane. The ball turret falls

off. A wheel suddenly lowers, then falls off. A flap flutters

free and blows away. Oil streams back into the slipstream and

sections of the skin of the plane come away, revealing the

skeleton framework of the fuselage.

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THE PILOT:

He is fighting the controls. Creatures are now in the cockpit,

plucking out the instruments. The PILOT reaches to the throttle

only to grab a creature that locks on to his gloved hand.

Flying the plane with his good hand, he strikes and pummels

at the attacking creatures with the other.

CUT TO:

OUTSIDE THE AIRCRAFT

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