분야
hwp Screenplay
by
David Twohy
Based on material by Ken and Jim Wheat
Revised First Draft
3/3/98
Though mentioned often in the script, the creatures in PITCH BLACK are
seldom seen at length; rather, they are glimpsed, they are heard, they are
felt. They are, really, the embodiment of your nocturnal fears: A howling
coyote that jars you awake; the painting on the wall that comes to life
when stared at too long...the sway of your bed just before the earthquake
hits. Chimera of the night. The point is made so the reader appreciates
that the focus of the finished film will not be on what the creatures do,
but on what the creatures do to reveal the inner nature of the characters.
For PITCH BLACK is, at its heart, a story of humanity and courage -- and
lack of the same.
David Twohy
CUT IN:
INT. MAIN CABIN
A CRYO-LOCKER BLOWS OPEN, spitting out...
CAROLYN FRY. She hits the deck of the main cabin: Four crew
lockers in a forward section, countless more in back. But the
deck is canted at a sick angle and ALARMS SCREAM everywhere:
The world is dying around her.
Legs wobbly, shivering like a flu victim, Fry stumbles to the
next forward locker. Its riddled with holes. One DEAD CREWIE
is seen through fractured plexi, body pocked and bloodied. But
in the next cryo-locked...
The CAPTAIN is struggling awake. Frys face floods with relief.
Slapping an intercom:
FRY
Hear me? Capn? Some kinda compromise to
the hull...holding for now, but...Goddamn,
Im glad youre alive. Gotta pull your
E-release...no, red handle, red handle.
Ill get the warm-ups out while --
PHFUT-PHFUT-PHFUT-PHFUT: Particles bore through the cabin,
blasting open the captains chest, shattering plexi, DETONATING
INSTRUMENTS on the opposite wall and leaving CONTRAILS
HISSING in the air.
Fry lands on her ass, horrified. Suddenly...
Another LOCKER BLOWS OPEN. A body falls right on top of Fry --
but this ones still alive. Disoriented, frantic:
OWENS
Why did I fall on you?
FRY
Hes dead. Capns dead. Christ, I was
looking right at him when --
OWENS
I mean, I mean, chrono shows were 22
weeks out, so gravity wasnt supposed to
kick in for another 19. I mean, I mean,
I mean, why did I fall at all?
FRY
You hear me? Captains dead. Owens too.
OWENS
Oh, no. Not Owens, not.... Wai, wai,
wait. Im Owens. Right?
They swap nightmare looks, momentarily unsure of their own
identities.
FRY
Cryo-sleep. Swear to God, it sloughs
brain cells.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
They stumble into nav-bay. ALARMS CONTINUE. Fry grabs warm-up
suits out of storage, pitches one to Owens, checks her screens.
FRY
1550 millibars, dropping 20 MB per minute,
shit, were hemorrhaging air. Somethin
took a swipe at us.
OWENS
Just tell me were still in the shipping
lane. Just show me all those stars, all
those bright, beautiful, deep-space....
Owens activates an exterior view: A planet rushes up at us.
Thats why they have gravity.
FRY
Jesus God....
EXT. SHIP - PLANETS ATMOSPHERE - DAY
The SHIP PLOWS through the upper atmosphere, antennae pylons
already disintegrating.
INT. PASSAGE TO FLIGHT DECK
Heart battering her ribs, Fry runs forward, using hand-holds to
steady herself. Over a headset:
OWENS (V.O.)
They trained you for this, right? Fry?
FRY?
She doesnt answer.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Fry harnesses in, starts running switches -- but fumbles a few
times, making mental errors. Finally she gets crash-shutters
open to reveal...
CLOUD STRATA sweeping up past the windscreen like floor-lights
on a dropping elevator. Were shedding big altitude.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
OWENS
... crisis program selected Number Two of
this system because it shows at least some
oxygen and more than 1,500 -- would you
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
(hammers a button,
SILENCES ALARMS)
-- more than 1,500-millibars of pressure
at surface-level. Okay, so maybe the ship
did something right for a change....
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
As Fry runs more switches.
INT. SHIP - DAY
As JETTISON DOORS CLOSE around the ship.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
As Fry flips up a security-latch -- and thumbs the switch below.
EXT. SHIP - PLANETS ATMOSPHERE - DAY
MULTIPLE SHOTS: EXPLOSIVE BOLTS RAPID-FIRE around the ships
skin, blowing away non-essentials that hinder aerodynamics --
including big deep-space drives. But this last separation puts
the ship into a dangerous roll.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Out the windscreen, cloud strata roll vertiginously. Fry throws
actuators...
EXT. SHIP - PLANETS ATMOSPHERE - DAY
And airbrakes deploy. She manages to kill the roll. But the
ships still coming in nose-high.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
OWENS
...showing no major water bodies...maximum
terrain, 220 meters over mean surface...
largely cinder and gypsum with some
evaporite deposits....
JETTISON DOORS CLOSE behind Owens, segregating him from the
passenger compartment. It scares him for a new reason.
OWENS
Fry? Whatre you doing?
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Fry flips up a new security-latch. INTERCUTTING:
OWENS
Fry?
FRY
Cant get my nose down...too much load
back there....
OWENS
You mean that "l
