Lost in Space Page #9

WEST (OVER)

Professor, we're ready.

John looks at his boy Will in silent.

JOHN:

Will, you're the most important thing

in the world to me. I hope one day

you'll be able to see that.

With that, John walks out. Will stares after him. Faces the Robot.

WILL:

Take care of my dad, okay Robot?

Will works his remote, sending the Robot towards the bridge.

INT.-PROBE SHIP

A long dark corridor. Slowly the ambient lights come up. A door opens

to reveal Smith, John, Don, Judy and the Robot, stepping out of the

docking chamber, the airlock closing in the b.g.

JUDY:

The air is stale. Old.

SMITH:

That's the smell of ghosts.

Don walks to a computer panel set into the wall. Begins typing.

WEST:

I'm interfacing with the on board

computer... Odd.

JOHN:

Not working?

WEST:

No, it's just, I don't know, too

fast. Most of the systems are down.

The Robot rolls deeper into the alien ship. The others follow. More

lights flicker into life, illuminating the long corridor ahead.

JUDY:

Motion sensors are still working.

WEST (OVER)

What do you make of this?

Smith, John and Judy join Don at one of the bulkhead walls.

JOHN:

Some kind of hieroglyphics.

WALL-CLOSE. A series of hieroglyphics are scrawled on the hull wall.

The sketches tell a story.

HIEROGLYPH-CLOSE. The alien craft docks with the giant ship.

SECOND HIEROGLYPH-CLOSE-A trio of inhuman bipedal stick figures enter

the giant ship.

THIRD HIEROGLYPH-CLOSE. The shape of a sun or a disc, from which juts

many legs. This final hieroglyph is circled in a clotted red substance.

Don touches the stain.

CHAPTER 13:
Exploration

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JUDY:

If I didn't know better I'd say this

is blood.

SMITH:

I know an omen when I see one. I

suggest a hasty retreat.

WEST:

Just imagine we're retreating in the

opposite direction. Now, move it.

Don shoves Smith forward with the butt of his laser rifle, the group

heading deeper into the quiet ship.

INT.-JUPITER TWO

Will watches through the Robot's POV, toggling to move the automaton

forward. A readout marked AUDIO flashes. Will turns up a volume

control. (OVER) the sound of a slow, steady DRIP.

WILL:

Dad, do you....

INT.-PROBE SHIP

ROBOT:

... Hear something?

The Robot turns, begins heading further down the corridor. (OVER) now

DRIPPING can be heard by all.

SMITH:

Like the drip, drip, drip of blood..

WEST:

You really need to shut up.

JOHN:

(pointing)

Here.

THE CEILING shows a jagged hole, covered with some kind of viscous

membrane, leading to the dark of a service tunnel above. The membrane

DRIPS steadily onto the floor below.

JUDY:

That material appears biological.

SMITH:

Nothing good will come of this.

WEST:

What makes you such an expert?

SMITH:

Trust me, Major. Evil knows evil.

JOHN:

Let's find the bridge. Maybe we can

get some answers.

They head off. HOLD on the dripping membrane.

INT.-JUPITER TWO

Maureen is at the main sensor console working an instrument panel.

Penny is hanging upside down in a harness overhead, using a laser

welder on a giant mass of exposed ceiling circuitry.

PENNY:

Try it now, Mom.

Maureen throws a switch. The panel lights up, then goes dead.

PENNY:

Damn.

INT.-SHIP-WALKING

The boarding party stand at the end of the corridor. Don presses a wall

panel. The giant doors hiss open to REVEAL...

INT.-MAIN BRIDGE

Immense. Empty. And battle torn. Sections of the controls have been

blown away. Blast scoring mars the walls.

JUDY:

What the hell happened in here?

WEST:

Some kind of fire fight. Look at this

technology. I've seen some of this

before. On the drawing boards.

Smith has moved off slightly, wandered over to a STORAGE ALCOVE.

Within, a row of docked Robots, larger and sleeker then ours.

John and Don are powering up the Com, console lights coming on.

JOHN:

Can you bring up the Captain's log?

WEST:

The data has degraded. I'm going try

and gather any fragments I can. There

isn't much, but ... here we go.

MAIN SCREEN-CLOSE. Fills with snow. Then a figure can be seen. It's

Jab. But his hair is grey.

WEST:

Jeb.

JEB:

The hyperspace tracker seems to be

functioning...

(static)

No sign of the Jupiter Two...

JEB:

(static)

Have exceeded our mission timetable

by two...

(static)

I'm not willing to give up. Don would

keep looking for me.

WEST:

That's it. The rest of the data is

totally corrupted.

IN THE ALCOVE, Smith frees a power pack from one of the robots. Slips

it into the sleeve cuff of his field suit.

WEST:

This doesn't make sense. How could

they launch a rescue mission for us

when we've only been lost a day?

Judy stands by the life sciences panel.

JUDY:

I've got something here.

A turning holograph appears over the console panel. A degraded image of

a trembling, viscous pouch. Tiny shapes move within.

JUDY:

They brought it up from the planet's

surface. It's seems to be some sort

of egg sack.

Don notices Smith's standing in the storage alcove.

WEST:

Smith, step away from there.

SMITH:

Happy to oblige, Major. Although I

don't think it's me you should be

worrying about. But rather this.

In the corner of the ceiling, another membrane covered hole.

INT.-JUPITER TWO

Will is at his station, watching Don and John via the Robot's POV.

WILL:

I'm detecting motion. Behind you...

INT.-PROBE SHIP BRIDGE

A towering SHADOW shoots past the open doorway.

JOHN:

After it. Move.

(to the Robot)

Bring Smith.

INT.-PROBE SHIP-CORRIDOR

Don races down the corridor. The walls are matted with flowering

plants. Vines twist into a carpet covering the metallic floor.

THE SCURRYING SHAPE, about the size of a small dog, shoots out from

behind a bulkhead, disappearing into the lush greenery.

Don pushes forward through the ever deepening brush until he comes to a

door. A plaque reads HYDROPONICS LAB. He races inside.

INT.-HYDROPONICS LAB

A jungle. John and Judy arrive behind Don.

WEST:

This explains where all the plants

came from.

JUDY:

Growth like this would take decades.

The Robot arrives through the lab door, carrying Smith in one claw.

SMITH:

Unhand me, you mechanical moron.

Don's eyes fix behind Smith's head.

WEST:

Don't move.

SMITH:

I am sick of your terrorism. If you

are going to kill me, be done with

it. Otherwise I will insist you treat

me with the respect and-

WEST:

(like steel)

I said don't move.

Smith is suddenly silent. Don's hand shoots out, just missing Smith's

head, disappearing into the brush behind him, leaves flying, as-he

pulls from its hiding place a small creature.

About the size of a large stuffed bear, spiny skin going from leaf

color to red, shaped like a rhesus monkey but covered with the scales

of a tiny dragon and bright yellow cat's eyes.

INT.-JUPITER TWO

Will is watching through the Robot's eyes.

WILL:

Neat.

INT.-PROBE SHIP-HYDROPONICS GARDEN

West stares down at the creature in his hand, now a calmer and more

friendly blue. Judy approaches.

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