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 -- andblocked them open.
FRY:
Owens!
OWENS:
70 seconds! You still got 70 seconds to
level this beast out!
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...
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.
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.
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.
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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