Pitch Black Page #2

FRY:

I'm not dying for them.

She pushes it. But this time...

EXT. SHIP - PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE - DAY

No bolts fire. Nothing separates from the SHIP THAT SCREAMS DOWN

through the clouds.

INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN

Now we see why:
Owens reopened the jettison doors locally -- and

blocked them open.

FRY:

Owens!

OWENS:

70 seconds! You still got 70 seconds to

level this beast out!

INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY

Seething anger and guilt, Fry pops more airbrakes, shedding more

speed, more heat. The ship does level -- but it's still being

pounded hellishly. She tries to get a stable view out...

The windscreen. We're breaking through cloud-bottoms. There's

just a glimpse of landscape before...

EXT. SHIP - PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE - DAY

An airbrake fails. It shears off and pinwheels into...

INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY

The windscreen. It cracks into a thousand spiderwebs -- but

impossibly it holds. For now.

OWENS (V.O.)

What the sh*t was that?

Sunlight flares from every fractured edge: It's like looking

into burning diamonds, and Fry can only get an impression

of the outside world. Now she has to rely on...

A ground-mapping display. 120 meters altitude. And dropping.

INT. CRYO-LOCKER - DAY

INTERCUT Johns. Realizing he's in some kind of sh*t-storm, he

claws at safety restraints.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY

Ground-mapper:
60 meters. COLLISION ALARMS kick in.

Out the fractured windscreen, we see a huge dark mass rise up

into view. Land.

40 meters...30...20...10....

Fry braces.

IMPACT. The WINDSCREENS IMPLODE. AIR HURRICANES in.

INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN

IMPACT. Chairs rip from their moorings. Strapped into one,

Owens slams into the ceiling.

INT. MAIN CABIN - DAY

IMPACT. Johns BLOWS OUT of his locker -- and wishes to God he

would've stayed inside, because just beside him...

The hull is cracking open.

NIGHTMARE SHOT:
A huge section of the cabin tears free...

skitters and CRASHES along the planetfloor behind us...and

disintegrates out of sight. 40 cryo-lockers vanished with it.

40 lives.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY

Hammered by WIND, Fry opens her eyes experimentally.

FRY'S POV:
A vortex of motion, of speed, of blurring debris.

But the ship is burrowing in. Burrowing under.

Fry pivots her chair 180 degrees a nanosecond before...

Dirt avalanches into the cockpit. It buries CAMERA.

BLACKOUT:

INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY

Choking yellow dust. Ghostly silhouettes are COUGHING, MOANING,

CALLING OUT to other survivors in English and, surreally, in

Arabic. Soon we find...

Johns. Ears running blood. Stumbling his way to...

Riddick's cryo-locker. Empty. Johns reaches for his holster.

Gone, torn right off his belt. No prisoner and no weapon --

spooky combination. Nearby he sees...

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