Lost in Space Page #13
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1998
- 130 min
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PENNY:
Can I keep her?
JUDY:
Penny, you've never taken care of a
thing in your life besides yourself.
PENNY:
Please. She's all alone. I promise
I'll look after her. She needs me.
JUDY:
...The moment you misplace her, or
forget to feed her, we leave her on
this planet where she can live in the
wild. I'm not kidding Penny.
And with that Judy EXITS. Penny sits, stroking the tiny creature.
PENNY:
We're both a long way from home,
aren't we little one?
The creature makes a tiny BLIP.
PENNY:
That's what we'll call you. Blip.
Blip reaches out, touches a green ribbon around Penny's wrist.
PENNY:
You like that?
Penny takes the ribbon off, ties it around Blip's wrist. Blip looks up,
eyes glowing. Penny caresses the tiny creature's cheek.
PENNY:
Nice girl. Pretty girl. Nice.
The creature reaches up, touches Penny's cheek. Her tiny tongue trying
to imitate Penny's words of comfort.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL
Judy stands, just out of sight, watching her sister, smiling.
CHAPTER 16:
Alien World-----------------------
INT.-JUPITER TWO-MED LAB
Don shoves an indignant Smith into the room, adjusts a newly installed
security panel in the wall.
SMITH:
Remove that lock this instant. I
shall not be caged like some animal
WEST:
(lethal)
I gave my word I'd let you live. I
never said for how long.
SMITH:
These quarters will be fine.
Smith stares at him a beat.
SMITH:
Tell me, Major West. Are you really
confident in Robinson's ability to
guide us? If I were set free, I would
support your right to command. With
minimal force, we could take this
ship and assure this mission
continues under your leadership.
WEST:
...My God Smith, you're right. How
could I have been so blind? I'll just
run and get you a gun so we can
hijack the ship. Okay?
SMITH:
Sarcasm is the recourse of a weak
mind.
WEST:
I'm hiding the pain. Really.
And with that West leaves.
Smith tries the door. Locked. Then, from one cuff of his field suit, be
removes the control belt he stole from the probe ship.
SMITH:
I assure you, Major West. Your pain
has just begun.
Smith moves about the room, lifting small bits of metal, creating an
impromptu set of tools with which to alter the control bolt.
PAN DOWN. HOLD on SMITH'S BACK. Beneath the rend in his suit, the tiny
tear in his flesh is now covered with tiny, alien scales.
INT. -BRIDGE-NIGHT
Judy sits in one of the command chairs over a the remains of a meal,
sipping water, staring out into the alien night.
WEST (OVER)
Star light, star bright...
JUDY:
A million strange stars and only one
wish. I wish we were home.
Don comes and sits in the co-pilot's chair beside her.
JUDY:
I never thought a sky could look so
alien. ...We really are lost.
WEST:
When the first sailors circled the
globe and saw a brand new sky, they
thought they had sailed off the edge
of the earth. But they were really
just around the corner.
JUDY:
(smiles)
We just billow our sails and let the
wind blow us home, Is that it Major?
WEST:
So those sailors found familiar
shapes in the stars to make the skies
more friendly, to help them find
their way.
Don turns on a monitor below the viewscreen. MONITOR-CLOSE. It shows
the star-field above. He lifts a light-tipped stylus.
WEST:
That's how constellations were born.
Don begins to draw on the screen, connecting the stars like dots in a
children's book. Slowly, a familiar porcine face takes form.
WEST:
Porky the wise and mighty Pig.
Judy LAUGHS. She takes the stylus. Begins to draw.
JUDY:
The great bucktoothed Bunny... Bugs.
Don smiles. Judy can't help but smile back. Their faces are close.
WEST:
So, my quarters or yours?
JUDY:
Excuse me?
WEST:
We are the only single man and woman
of consenting age in the galaxy. How
much more of a set up do you need?
JUDY:
So you figure just dispense with the
pleasantries, get down to business?
WEST:
You have a way with words, Doctor.
JUDY:
(provocative)
Right here? On this console?
Don moves his face to hers, only a breath apart.
WEST:
Here would be fine.
Judy smiles sweetly.
DON-CLOSE. Lips parting. Suddenly water begins to pour down over his
head. His eyes open wide. Judy holds her empty glass in hand.
JUDY:
Next time, fly slower.
She rises, walks off, leaving Don mopping his brow.
INT.-JOHN & MAUREEN'S QUARTERS
Maureen sits on the edge of her bed brushing her hair as John activates
the automated security systems.
JOHN:
What was I thinking, bringing us all
out here into space?
MAUREEN:
The world needed saving. You were the
right man for the job.
JOHN:
But solving the world's problems
doesn't leave much time for the
people you love, does it?
MAUREEN:
Did you get any time with Will?
JOHN:
Now he's decided he can rebuild the
robot. Wants to show me his designs.
I've got too much to do-
MAUREEN:
Funny creatures, men. You try so hard
not to be your fathers, end up making
the same mistakes. Will adores you.
He needs your attention.
JOHN:
We can't get off this planet much
less back on course. I don't have
time to...
MAUREEN:
John, just listen to him. it doesn't
matter what he's saying. Just listen.
Sometimes, at least in the eyes of
their fathers, little boys have to
come first.
JOHN:
As soon as we get back into space,
we're going to spend some real time
together. I promise.
Maureen looks out the window. A long beat. Then she smiles.
JOHN:
What?
MAUREEN:
It's nice to have our family under
one roof. Even if we had to go half
way across the galaxy to manage it.
John presses a button, the blast shield opening to reveal the stacked
orbs of three glowing moons. Maureen smiles.
JOHN:
How would you feel about a little
late night tutorial, Professor?
John moves to her, begins pulling her down, out of FRAME.
MAUREEN:
Mm. That's new. What are you doing?
JOHN:
Going for extra credit.
EXT.-JUPITER TWO-NIGHT
The ship sits on the alien landscape.
MAUREEN (OVER)
Good night John.
JOHN (OVER)
Good night Maureen.
WILL (OVER)
Good night Judy.
PENNY (OVER)
Good night Will.
JUDY (OVER)
Good night Penny.
WEST (OVER)
You guys have got to be kidding.
CHAPTER 17:
The Core--------------------
INT.-JUPITER TWO-BRIDGE-MORNING
Will comes up on the elevator, rubbing his eyes, first awake in the
morning. He stumbles to the viewscreen.
WILL-CLOSE. His eyes widen with shock.
WILL:
Oh man.
REVERSE ANGLE:
A giant portal shimmers at snow's edge about 100 yards from the ship.
Beyond it, a sun-stained field of towering plants and trees.
INT.-BRIEFING ROOM
The crew gathers at the table. (OVER) a RUMBLING. The ship shakes.
PENNY:
What are those rumblings? They've
been happening all morning.
JUDY:
How can half the landscape have grown
up overnight?
JOHN:
Okay, let's get settled. Maureen?
MAUREEN'S MONITOR-CLOSE. A geothermal analysis shows the giant plates
that make up this world appear mismatched.
MAUREEN:
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