Event Horizon Page #4

The crew stands before the gravity couches, almost nude, no

room for modesty.

Starck catches Cooper looking at her ass as she strips to

her undergarments. Cooper grins. She flips him off, not

bothering to turn around.

COOPER:

Is that an offer?

STARCK:

It is not.

Miller disrobes. Two service tags hang around his neck. He

does not remove them. Weir approaches him.

WEIR:

Captain Miller, I appreciate this

opportunity...

MILLER:

Doctor Weir, my crew is not going on

your mission because we want to. We

were pulled off a well deserved leave,

to be sent out to the middle of

nowhere, and no one's even told us

why.

WEIR:

I've been authorized to brief you

and the crew once we reach Neptune

space.

MILLER:

Until then, do what you're told and

stay out of my way.

Weir nods, moves to an empty couch bearing his name, written

on a piece of tape. Peters watches him.

PETERS:

First time in a grav couch?

WEIR:

Yes.

She checks Weir's couch, helps him climb in. Weir keeps one

eye on Miller.

PETERS:

(Off of Weir's glance)

Don't worry about it. He's hard, but

he's fair. You're lucky to be shipping

out with him. He's one of the few

Captains in the service with

experience in the Outer Reach.

WEIR:

He's been past Mars?

PETERS:

He served on the Goliath.

WEIR:

Wasn't that ship destroyed?

PETERS:

(nods)

They attempted to rescue a supply

shuttle bound for Titan. The shuttle's

oh-two tanks ruptured during the

rescue, flooded both ships with pure

oxygen. There was a spark and both

ships were incinerated. The Skipper

and three others just made it to a

lifeboat. Captain Miller was able...

DJ:

(interrupting)

He doesn't like to talk about it.

DJ swathes one of Weir's arms with alcohol.

DJ:

You didn't eat anything in the past

twelve hours?

Weir shakes his head.

DJ:

When the Ion drive fires, we'll be

taking about 30 gees. Without a tank,

the force would liquefy your skeleton.

DJ injects Weir. The scientist winces.

WEIR:

I've seen the effect on mice.

The overhead lights change to red.

MILLER:

Five minutes.

DJ hands him the breathing mask.

DJ:

Put this on.

Weir does. DJ checks the fit.

PETERS:

You'll be fine. You'll wake up and

we'll be there. Watch your fingers.

DJ closes the tank. It begins to fill with green gel. Weir's

eyes grow large with fear and then the anaesthesia hits. His

eyes close. His body draws into a fetal position.

DJ:

(checking the monitor)

Heart-rate decreasing... body temp

dropping to 80... 70... 60... 50...

40 degrees Fahrenheit. He's in stasis.

CUT TO:

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

THE ION ENGINE at the aft of the ship begins to glow a deep

red.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MEDICAL

The crew hang inert in the gravity couches.

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