Event Horizon Page #2

HOLLIS:

It's not that simple.

(off of Weir's

expression)

Lyle, play the recording for Dr.

Weir.

LYLE:

Navigation Control tried to hail the

vessel. This was the only response.

Lyle presses a button on Hollis' desk. An unholy GARBLE rips

from office speakers: STATIC and NOISE and INHUMAN VOICES.

Alone, each sound would raise the hair on your neck. Together,

they are unbearable.

The sound mercifully cuts off to STATIC. Lyle stops the tape.

Weir sits there, stunned.

LYLE:

Since the initial transmission,

there's been no further contact.

Just the beacon, every two minutes.

WEIR:

The crew? Could they still be alive?

LYLE:

The ship had life support systems

for eighteen months. They're been

gone seven years.

WEIR:

Someone sent that message. Admiral,

you have to put me on that ship.

Hollis stares at Weir, judging the man with his eyes.

HOLLIS:

It's against my better judgement,

but I'll run this by the Man

downstairs. You'll know my decision

by the end of the day.

WEIR:

Thank you.

HOLLIS:

Don't thank me, Bill. I'm not doing

you any favors.

Weir leaves. The door closes behind him.

LYLE:

You're not seriously considering

sending him?

HOLLIS:

You don't just dismiss Bill Weir.

The man held Oppenheimer's chair at

Princeton. If the Event Horizon had

worked, he would have gone down in

history as the greatest mind in

physics since Einstein.

LYLE:

The official inquiry blamed Weir's

design for the ship's loss.

HOLLIS:

That doesn't mean a damn thing. They

were looking for a scapegoat and

Weir fit the bill. But he's not

responsible for what happened to the

ship.

LYLE:

Does he know that?

HOLLIS:

What's on your mind?

LYLE:

He doesn't belong on this mission.

Responsible or not, he blames himself.

He's too close to it.

(beat)

And then there's his wife.

HOLLIS:

It's been two years since she died.

He's over it.

LYLE:

Some things you don't get over.

Beat.

HOLLIS:

I want our best people on this.

Where's Miller?

LYLE:

The Lewis and Clark just returned

from patrol in the asteroid belt,

she's docked in bay four.

CUT TO:

EXT. DAYLIGHT STATION/EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK

The Lewis and Clark pulls away from Daylight station, turns

towards the depths of space. It is a tough-looking spacecraft,

all engine.

Sequence omitted from original script.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

MOVE IN on thick quartz windows near the ship's nose: the

bridge...

Split level. Above: avionics, navigation, flight control.

STARCK (female, Navigator, sharp mind, sharp tongue) checks

the navigation data on her screen as SMITH (male, Pilot,

wrapped too tight) punches in the course.

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