Event Horizon Page #3

SMITH:

I can't believe this, I haven't gotten

more than my hand in six weeks and

now this sh*t. Why not Mars, Cap,

Mars has women...

STARCK:

Smith's right. Neptune? There's

nothing out there. If something

happens, we'll be on our own.

The captain's chair drops from above, swivels to reveal MILLER

(male, Captain, intense).

MILLER:

I don't like it either, but you know

the rules:
we get the call, we go.

Is the course locked in?

SMITH:

Locked and cocked.

STARCK:

We're past the outer marker, we can

engage the ion drive whenever you're

ready.

MILLER:

Justin?

Below:
the bridge's "war-room" -- ship's systems and mission

stations. JUSTIN (male, Engineer, young hot-shot).

JUSTIN:

Everything green on my boards,

Skipper.

MILLER:

Start the countdown.

STARCK:

Ion drive will engage in... T-minus

ten minutes.

MILLER:

Let's go.

Miller slides down a ladder into the war-room. The others

follow into...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Bulky EVA (extra-vehicular activity) suits line the walls.

MUSIC blares from a JAMBOX, built into a storage locker.

An Emergency Tech stows safety lines: COOPER -- male, the

resident pain-in-the-ass. He SINGS along with the music.

MILLER:

(not breaking stride)

Kill it.

Cooper reaches up, turns off the box.

COOPER:

Time to play Spam in the can.

MILLER:

Don't start with me, Cooper.

Cooper falls in as the crew continues into...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - QUARTERS

Evidence of long term habitation. Personalized lockers. Fold-

down bunks, chairs, tables; currently stowed for docking. A

modular galley.

PETERS (female, Emergency Technician, the crew's denmother)

and DJ (male, Doctor, a cold perfectionist) load CO2 scrubbers

into a bin in the floor.

Weir stands to the side like a fifth wheel.

WEIR:

Captain Miller, I just want to say...

MILLER:

The clock is running, Dr. Weir. If

you'll follow the rest of the crew,

they'll show you to the gravity tanks.

Weir hesitates, then follows the crew into Medical. Miller

hangs back.

MILLER:

What's the hold up?

PETERS:

Just loading the last of the CO2

scrubbers.

(to Miller, accusatory)

Good for four months.

MILLER:

I put in for a replacement for you

but no one...

PETERS:

No, no, its alright. I talked to my

ex, he'll keep Denny over Christmas

and I'll get him this summer.

(beat)

Goddam it, Skipper... I haven't seen

him in two months.

MILLER:

I am sorry. But now we have to go to

work.

CUT TO:

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MEDICAL

A high tech operating room. Modular equipment. Vertical tanks

line the walls, each large enough to hold a human being:

gravity couches.

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