Pitch Black Page #17

FRY:

Just 10 steps...keep turning, keep

turning...that's right...others're already

'board, waitin' for us right now...five

steps...c'mon, almost there, Riddick...

almost there...we're almost --

Something jolts them. ALL CLICKING STOPS.

EXTREME CLOSEUPS: Searching each other's eyes. Someone just got

slashed from behind, slashed bad. But who?

RIDDICK:

Not for me....

In an eyeblink she's gone, ripped from his arms. There was no

scream. No cry. No final words. Just...

Blackness.

EXT. PLANET'S ORBIT - NIGHT

Out of the blackness, a spot of fire races toward us. It

resolves into the skiff, fabric wings burning off as it hits

escape velocity.

INT. SKIFF - NIGHT

CLOSE on a bloody hand. It toggles through nav-charts, plots a

rendezvous with "Sol-Track 17B" shipping lane.

In the cockpit, Riddick finds Audrey beside him. She stares

hypnotically at the stars ahead.

RIDDICK:

Probably okay to talk to me now.

AUDREY:

Not sure where to go. I was just runnin'

away when this whole thing started.

(a beat)

Where you goin'?

RIDDICK:

Not sure. I was just runnin' away when

this whole thing....

Interior smiles. Stars sweep the windscreen as the skiff makes

a course-correction. One very bright star comes into view.

RIDDICK:

Might interest you....

Imam moves forward. Seeing, his face lifts.

IMAM:

New Mecca....

RIDDICK:

Think a soul could get lost there? With

all those pilgrim-types?

IMAM:

It's more a place where souls are found,

Mr. Riddick.

As Riddick ponders the possibilities, we CUT TO...

EXT. PLANET'S ORBIT - NEW DAWN

The first sun flares out from behind the eclipsing planet. Its

light feels cleansing. Renewing. Life-giving.

FADE OUT:

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