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The light of a cutting torch. Someone's using it to open a

jammed cryo-locker. The plexi is torched away to reveal...

AUDREY, 12 years old. Unscathed.

AUDREY:

Somethin' went wrong, huh?

Johns searches for his pistol. Behind him, two chained feet

lower into FRAME -- and then attack, swinging over Johns' head...

getting the chain on his neck...twisting hard, using the chain as

a choke-collar. Johns flicks open a baton, swings it up at...

Riddick. Still in body chains and mouth-bit. Clinging to a

ceiling support. Riding out the baton blows.

Seconds from blacking out, Johns strains forward...forward...and

finally breaks Riddick's grip on the support. He keeps hold of

the chained feet so that...

Riddick SLAMS HEADFIRST into the deck. Johns lays the baton on

his neck.

JOHNS:

One chance and you blew it, Riddick.

Never cease to disappoint me.

INT. FLIGHT DECK - CRASH SHIP - DAY

Darkness. A light beam sweeps the dusty air of the cockpit.

It's packed with dirt, no signs of life. About to search

elsewhere, Johns turns back at...

FRY (O.S.)

Hey.

JOHNS:

Hey, who?

FRY (O.S.)

Hey, me. Over here.

His light finds a headrest sticking up from the dirt. Johns

crawls closer, checks the other side of the headrest and finds

her. Fry. Buried to the gills.

JOHNS:

Amazing. I'm Johns.

FRY:

Carolyn Fry. I'd shake hands, but...

He manages a smile and starts digging her out. Almost dreading

to ask:

FRY:

Are there any others, Johns?

INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY

Johns helps Fry through the carnage. She's stunned by it all --

but especially by the blast of sunlight where a hull used to be.

Realizing she's in nav-bay, Fry starts digging like a search dog

to uncover...

Owens. Still strapped to his chair. Metal rod piercing his

chest close to the heart. Dead. Fry reaches out to touch him.

OWENS:

Out, out, out, GET IT OUTTA ME!

She recoils hard. He's still alive. The other survivors bungle

over. Ten seconds of pure chaos:

VOICES:

Pull it out of him...No, it's too close to

the heart...You gotta do it, just do it

fast....

Fry grabs the rod.

OWENS:

Don't touch it! Don't touch that switch!

VOICES:

You'll kill him, I'm tellin' you, sh*t,

just leave it alone...delirious...doncha

you got some drugs for this poor man....

OWENS:

Don't touch that switch!

FRY:

Awright, awright, someone...there's

Anestaphine in the med-lock, that end of

the cabin...next to....

But there is no more "that end." In exquisite pain, Owens

screams on. REACTION SHOTS of Johns, Audrey. Seldom are human

beings witness to such raw suffering.

FRY:

Get away. Everybody.

The others leave -- except for Audrey, staying behind to watch

in morbid fascination. Johns doubles back and collars her.

Leaving, they pass...

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