The Rock Page #4

IN THE GLASS VESSEL ~ The cockroaches convulse, flip in the

air and explode, guts splattering the vessel walls.

ISHERWOOD:

What's hap... what's happening....?

DR. LING looks at a DIGITAL CLOCK on the control panel.

DR. LING

Don't panic, Bill. 50 seconds and the

gas will clear. You're okay.

Goodspeed grabs the doll from Isherwood, slams it on the

table, and grabs A SCALPEL. Cuts open the doll's chest.

GOODSPEED:

I've got some bad news and some really bad news. The bad news is the gas is=

corrosive. It's eating our suits.

ISHERWOOD looks at his RUBBER GLOVES. The rubber is

beginning to bubble and corrode.

DR. LING

What's the really bad news.

GOODSPEED peels back the doll's plastic chest, revealing: a

C-4 EXPLOSIVE DEVICE and TEN POISON AMPULES.

GOODSPEED Enough C-4 explosive to blow the chamber and enough poison gas to=

kill everybody in the building.

Isherwood's and Goodspeed's rubber gloves are melting.

ISHERWOOD:

The acidls eating... it's eating my

f***ing suit...

GOODSPEED:

Chill, Marvin.

(yells outside)

WHERE'S THE GODDAMN SPRINKLERS?

Dr. Lonner flips on the sprinklers. The pipes KNOCK. A FEW

PATHETIC DROPS trickle from the SPRINKLER HEADS.

DR. LONNER

Something's blocking the pipes, Bill. When in Christ's name are they gonna=

give us a new building ...

DR. LING

Get the atropine, Isherwood. The

atropine, Marvin.

Isherwood, terrified, jerks open an OVERHEAD CABINET,

revealing several 6 inch needled SYRINGES.

DR. LING

You die, we all die, Bill. Inject yourself, then diffuse it.

(Goodspeed continues to

inspect-the device

Goddamn it, Bill, take the antidote.

Isherwood fumbles with a huge syringe.

GOODSPEED:

Get that away from me.

(to himself)

I hate needles.

DR. LING

INJECT YOURSELF!

GOODSPEED:

LONNER, WHERE'S THE GODDAMNED WATER?

The pipes are KNOCKING, now they're COUGHING.

DR. LONNER

It's coming, it's coming ...

ISHERWOOD sinks to his knees, holding the huge syringe in

front of his heart, hari-kari style, hands trembling ...

GOODSPEED concentrates on the device; his calm is unsettling. His hands=

flash, grabbing instruments and performing precise, deft, functions. He=

snips a wire and splices it. Another. Another.

DR. LING

(sweating it out)

Ten seconds, Bill.

Isherwood moves the syringe closer to his chest.

ISHERWOOD:

Oh f*** oh sh*t oh f*** THIS IS LIKE

F***ING PULP FICTION ONLY IT'S REAL.

ISHERWOOD drops the syringe. Fumbles for another...

GOODSPEED, ice-cold, continues on the device ...

DR. LING

Five seconds, Bill, four seconds, Jesus

Christ ...

GOODSPEEDIS RUBBER GLOVE is stretched to transparency. we see GOODSPEEDIS=

FLESH through the acid-eaten rubber. He makes one final cut-and-clamp. =

THE DETONATOR on the poison gas turns off.

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