Event Horizon
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 96 min
- 1,466 Views
EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL INTERPLANETARY SPACE
A vast field of stars. The gas giant Neptune slowly spins
into view. Brilliant and blue and cold against the void.
EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL A BLACK SILHOUETTE
stands out against the planet, tiny against Neptune's scale.
EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL DRIFT CLOSER
to discern the hard angles of a man-made craft. A ship. No
longer dwarfed by the planet, the scale of the vessel emerges:
a vast labyrinth of steel.
Its shadow swallows all in darkness.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY
Shafts of Neptune's blue light enter through windows,
illuminate debris suspended in the zero-gravity environment:
shards of metal and glass.
MOVE from the Corridor into:
A cockpit for three. Neptune's blue light fills the chamber,
reflects off immobile particles in the air. Thick quartz
windows look down at Neptune. The cockpit lights are dark
but for one blinking red light.
An emergency beacon. Under-floor lights go on.
The strobe of the red light reveals a man floating at the
helm, slowly spinning. He is dead, perfectly preserved in
the cold vacuum of space. His eyes are empty black pits and
his mouth hangs open in a scream: DR. WILLIAM WEIR.
CUT TO:
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT
Weir opens his eyes, waking from dream. Sweat beads his
ascetic, etched face. Many years a scientist.
He turns on the bedside lamp, revealing a couple's apartment.
Decorated by a woman, but Weir is alone, unless you count
photographs. His nightstand looks like a shrine to a beautiful
woman.
Weir reaches to the stand. Picks up...
RECENT, UNFRAMED PHOTO
The woman appears thin and haggard and wears a small brave
smile.
Weir lies back on the bed. Looks at the photo. Presses it to
his forehead and closes his eyes. Trying to be with her,
just one more time.
WEIR:
(whisper)
I miss you.
Weir stands in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving with a
straight-razor. The mirror reveals the bathtub just behind
him. DRIP, DRIP, DRIP...
Weir turns to stare at the bathtub. Water wells up at the
mouth of the tub's faucet, grows impossibly large, falls...
DRIP.
Weir turns back to his shaving.
Weir stands in the kitchenette, staring at the microwave as
it cooks his breakfast.
Weir stands before his window, chewing his oatmeal
mechanically, forcing himself to swallow. He reaches out to
open the blinds...
INT. STUDIO APARTMENT REVERSE ANGLE
as the blinds pull aside, revealing Weir, upside-down.
EXT. DAYLIGHT STATION - MODEL TO REVEAL DAYLIGHT STATION
Weir's window is just one of many in a space station, a
delicate combination of cylindrical habitats and solar panels.
The structure hangs above the Earth in low orbit.
TITLE CARD:
DAYLIGHT SPACE STATION 08.23.2046INT. STUDIO APARTMENT (BLINDS OPEN)
A videophone RINGS OS...
WEIR (V.O.)
This is Weir.
LYLE (V.O.)
(tinny)
Dr. Weir, Admiral Hollis would like
to see you as soon as possible.
CUT TO:
INT. DAYLIGHT - OFFICE
A military office, United States Aerospace Command seal
blazoned on the door. Views of the Earth. Admiral HOLLIS
sits behind his desk, a gruff career officer and a good man.
Weir enters, escorted by Hollis' adjutant, LYLE.
WEIR:
You wanted to see me, Admiral?
HOLLIS:
I apologize for the short notice,
Bill, but we've had something come
up that requires your immediate
attention. Lyle?
INT. HOLOGRAPHIC DISPLAY OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM
Lyle activates a holographic display of the solar system. A
box magnifies the eighth planet, Neptune, revealing a flashing
red dot in its orbit.
INT. DAYLIGHT OFFICE
LYLE:
At oh-three-hundred this morning,
TDRSS picked up an automated
navigation beacon broadcasting at
two minute intervals in Neptune orbit.
Lyle hands Weir a stack of hardcopy data. Weir reads the
data with growing excitement.
WEIR:
Incredible... These are the same
coordinates before the ship
disappeared... this, this happened?
This isn't some kind of hoax?
HOLLIS:
I wouldn't bring you here on a hoax.
Houston confirms the telemetry and
I.D. codes.
WEIR:
(excited)
It's the Event Horizon. She's come
back.
Hollis answers drily.
HOLLIS:
That ship was lost in deep space,
seven years ago. If the Titanic sailed
into New York harbor, I'd find it
more plausible.
(beat)
Houston wants Aerospace to send out
a search and rescue team, investigate
the source of the transmission. If
it really is the Event Horizon,
they'll attempt a salvage.
(beat)
We need you to prepare a detailed
briefing on the ship's systems for
the salvage crew...
WEIR:
A written briefing can't possibly
anticipate the variables on a mission
like this. I have to go with them.
Lyle looks at Weir, stunned by the request.
LYLE:
Dr. Weir, you have no experience
with salvage procedures.
WEIR:
I designed the ship's propulsion
system. I am the only person capable
of evaluating the performance of the
gravity drive. You can't send a Search
and Rescue team out there alone and
expect them to succeed. That would
be like... like sending an auto-
mechanic to work on the shuttle.
LYLE:
I can understand your desire to redeem
your reputation, Dr. Weir, but it
doesn't factor into this.
WEIR:
This is not about my reputation!
This is not about me at all!
(beat, passionate)
The Event Horizon was created for
one reason:
to go faster than light.Imagine mankind exploring new solar
systems, colonizing new worlds. Seven
years ago, we didn't just lose the
ship and the crew. We lost the dream.
(beat, quiet and
relentless)
I have to go.
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