Event Horizon (1997)

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL INTERPLANETARY SPACE

A vast field of stars. The gas giant Neptune slowly spins 
into view. Brilliant and blue and cold against the void.

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL A BLACK SILHOUETTE

stands out against the planet, tiny against Neptune's scale.

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL DRIFT CLOSER

to discern the hard angles of a man-made craft. A ship. No 
longer dwarfed by the planet, the scale of the vessel emerges: 
a vast labyrinth of steel.

Its shadow swallows all in darkness.

						DISSOLVE TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

Shafts of Neptune's blue light enter through windows, 
illuminate debris suspended in the zero-gravity environment: 
shards of metal and glass.

MOVE from the Corridor into:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

A cockpit for three. Neptune's blue light fills the chamber, 
reflects off immobile particles in the air. Thick quartz 
windows look down at Neptune. The cockpit lights are dark 
but for one blinking red light.

An emergency beacon. Under-floor lights go on.

The strobe of the red light reveals a man floating at the 
helm, slowly spinning. He is dead, perfectly preserved in 
the cold vacuum of space. His eyes are empty black pits and 
his mouth hangs open in a scream: DR. WILLIAM WEIR.

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INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

Weir opens his eyes, waking from dream. Sweat beads his 
ascetic, etched face. Many years a scientist.

He turns on the bedside lamp, revealing a couple's apartment. 
Decorated by a woman, but Weir is alone, unless you count 
photographs. His nightstand looks like a shrine to a beautiful 
woman.

Weir reaches to the stand. Picks up...

RECENT, UNFRAMED PHOTO

The woman appears thin and haggard and wears a small brave 
smile.

Weir lies back on the bed. Looks at the photo. Presses it to 
his forehead and closes his eyes. Trying to be with her, 
just one more time.

		WEIR
		(whisper)
	I miss you.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - LATER

Weir stands in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving with a 
straight-razor. The mirror reveals the bathtub just behind 
him. DRIP, DRIP, DRIP...

Weir turns to stare at the bathtub. Water wells up at the 
mouth of the tub's faucet, grows impossibly large, falls... 
DRIP.

Weir turns back to his shaving.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - LATER

Weir stands in the kitchenette, staring at the microwave as 
it cooks his breakfast.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT - LATER

Weir stands before his window, chewing his oatmeal 
mechanically, forcing himself to swallow. He reaches out to 
open the blinds...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT REVERSE ANGLE

as the blinds pull aside, revealing Weir, upside-down.

ROTATE AND PULL BACK...

EXT. DAYLIGHT STATION - MODEL TO REVEAL DAYLIGHT STATION

Weir's window is just one of many in a space station, a 
delicate combination of cylindrical habitats and solar panels. 
The structure hangs above the Earth in low orbit.

TITLE CARD: DAYLIGHT SPACE STATION 08.23.2046

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT (BLINDS OPEN)

A videophone RINGS OS...

		WEIR (V.O.)
	This is Weir.

		LYLE (V.O.)
		(tinny)
	Dr. Weir, Admiral Hollis would like 
	to see you as soon as possible.

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INT. DAYLIGHT - OFFICE

A military office, United States Aerospace Command seal 
blazoned on the door. Views of the Earth. Admiral HOLLIS 
sits behind his desk, a gruff career officer and a good man.

Weir enters, escorted by Hollis' adjutant, LYLE.

		WEIR
	You wanted to see me, Admiral?

		HOLLIS
	I apologize for the short notice, 
	Bill, but we've had something come 
	up that requires your immediate 
	attention. Lyle?

INT. HOLOGRAPHIC DISPLAY OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM

Lyle activates a holographic display of the solar system. A 
box magnifies the eighth planet, Neptune, revealing a flashing 
red dot in its orbit.

INT. DAYLIGHT OFFICE

		LYLE
	At oh-three-hundred this morning, 
	TDRSS picked up an automated 
	navigation beacon broadcasting at 
	two minute intervals in Neptune orbit.

Lyle hands Weir a stack of hardcopy data. Weir reads the 
data with growing excitement.

		WEIR
	Incredible... These are the same 
	coordinates before the ship 
	disappeared... this, this happened? 
	This isn't some kind of hoax?

		HOLLIS
	I wouldn't bring you here on a hoax. 
	Houston confirms the telemetry and 
	I.D. codes.

		WEIR
		(excited)
	It's the Event Horizon. She's come 
	back.

Hollis answers drily.

		HOLLIS
	That ship was lost in deep space, 
	seven years ago. If the Titanic sailed 
	into New York harbor, I'd find it 
	more plausible.
		(beat)
	Houston wants Aerospace to send out 
	a search and rescue team, investigate 
	the source of the transmission. If 
	it really is the Event Horizon, 
	they'll attempt a salvage.
		(beat)
	We need you to prepare a detailed 
	briefing on the ship's systems for 
	the salvage crew...

		WEIR
	A written briefing can't possibly 
	anticipate the variables on a mission 
	like this. I have to go with them.

Lyle looks at Weir, stunned by the request.

		LYLE
	Dr. Weir, you have no experience 
	with salvage procedures.

		WEIR
	I designed the ship's propulsion 
	system. I am the only person capable 
	of evaluating the performance of the 
	gravity drive. You can't send a Search 
	and Rescue team out there alone and 
	expect them to succeed. That would 
	be like... like sending an auto-
	mechanic to work on the shuttle.

		LYLE
	I can understand your desire to redeem 
	your reputation, Dr. Weir, but it 
	doesn't factor into this.

		WEIR
	This is not about my reputation! 
	This is not about me at all!
		(beat, passionate)
	The Event Horizon was created for 
	one reason: to go faster than light. 
	Imagine mankind exploring new solar 
	systems, colonizing new worlds. Seven 
	years ago, we didn't just lose the 
	ship and the crew. We lost the dream.
		(beat, quiet and 
		relentless)
	I have to go.

		HOLLIS
	It's not that simple.
		(off of Weir's 
		expression)
	Lyle, play the recording for Dr. 
	Weir.

		LYLE
	Navigation Control tried to hail the 
	vessel. This was the only response.

Lyle presses a button on Hollis' desk. An unholy GARBLE rips 
from office speakers: STATIC and NOISE and INHUMAN VOICES. 
Alone, each sound would raise the hair on your neck. Together, 
they are unbearable.

The sound mercifully cuts off to STATIC. Lyle stops the tape.

Weir sits there, stunned.

		LYLE
	Since the initial transmission, 
	there's been no further contact. 
	Just the beacon, every two minutes.

		WEIR
	The crew? Could they still be alive?

		LYLE
	The ship had life support systems 
	for eighteen months. They're been 
	gone seven years.

		WEIR
	Someone sent that message. Admiral, 
	you have to put me on that ship.

Hollis stares at Weir, judging the man with his eyes.

		HOLLIS
	It's against my better judgement, 
	but I'll run this by the Man 
	downstairs. You'll know my decision 
	by the end of the day.

		WEIR
	Thank you.

		HOLLIS
	Don't thank me, Bill. I'm not doing 
	you any favors.

Weir leaves. The door closes behind him.

		LYLE
	You're not seriously considering 
	sending him?

		HOLLIS
	You don't just dismiss Bill Weir. 
	The man held Oppenheimer's chair at 
	Princeton. If the Event Horizon had 
	worked, he would have gone down in 
	history as the greatest mind in 
	physics since Einstein.

		LYLE
	The official inquiry blamed Weir's 
	design for the ship's loss.

		HOLLIS
	That doesn't mean a damn thing. They 
	were looking for a scapegoat and 
	Weir fit the bill. But he's not 
	responsible for what happened to the 
	ship.

		LYLE
	Does he know that?

		HOLLIS
	What's on your mind?

		LYLE
	He doesn't belong on this mission. 
	Responsible or not, he blames himself. 
	He's too close to it.
		(beat)
	And then there's his wife.

		HOLLIS
	It's been two years since she died. 
	He's over it.

		LYLE
	Some things you don't get over.

Beat.

		HOLLIS
	I want our best people on this. 
	Where's Miller?

		LYLE
	The Lewis and Clark just returned 
	from patrol in the asteroid belt, 
	she's docked in bay four.

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EXT. DAYLIGHT STATION/EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK

The Lewis and Clark pulls away from Daylight station, turns 
towards the depths of space. It is a tough-looking spacecraft, 
all engine.

Sequence omitted from original script.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

MOVE IN on thick quartz windows near the ship's nose: the 
bridge...

Split level. Above: avionics, navigation, flight control. 
STARCK (female, Navigator, sharp mind, sharp tongue) checks 
the navigation data on her screen as SMITH (male, Pilot, 
wrapped too tight) punches in the course.

		SMITH
	I can't believe this, I haven't gotten 
	more than my hand in six weeks and 
	now this shit. 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.

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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.

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.

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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.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

SILENCE. The engine flares white hot. The Lewis and Clark 
lances forward.

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EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - INTERPLANETARY SPACE - MODEL

The Lewis and Clark races SILENTLY past. The engine at its 
aft holds a sustained fusion reaction like the sun.

GRAPHIC: U.S.S. Lewis and Clark. 56 days out.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MEDICAL CLOSE ON WEIR

immobile in the grav tank. He might be sleeping. He might be 
dead. A distant SOUND echoes though the ship, the unholy 
garble of human and inhuman voices -- it is the Event Horizon, 
calling to him -- the sound refines into a WOMAN'S VOICE, no 
more than a WHISPER:

		VOICE
	Billy...

Weir opens his eyes.

		VOICE
	I'm so cold...

Weir's grav tank opens.

WIDER TO REVEAL

the seven bodies of the crew, suspended inert in the gel.

A sound: DRIP... DRIP... DRIP...

Weir slowly walks to the Bridge.

		VOICE
	I'm so cold...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

A naked WOMAN sits at the helm, her back to us. Completely 
still. Her skin is very pale. Water pools around her chair. 
Weir stands behind her.

		WEIR
		(tentative)
	Claire?

She does not answer. She does not move. Weir reaches out to 
touch her shoulder, then pulls his hand back, afraid.

		WEIR
	Claire? I'm sorry. Claire?

He reaches out again. He touches her hair. She doesn't move. 
Weir catches her reflection in the computer monitors. 
Something wrong with her face... He starts to spin her around.

		CLAIRE
	I'm so cold...

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INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MEDICAL

Weir awakes with a jolt, in his grav couch. His mask has 
slipped. His tank has filled with blood. He is drowning.

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INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MEDICAL

Reality. Weir's eyes open. He presses against the glass of 
the tank, trying to force it open, panicked. The others are 
already stepping from open tanks.

Weir's tank opens with a HISS. He tumbles to the floor, 
gasping, fluid streaming from his mouth.

Peters rushes to him.

		WEIR
		(gasping)
	Claire...

		PETERS
	DJ!
		(to Weir)
	It's okay. You're okay. Just breathe.

Weir catches his breath. He looks up. The crew surrounds 
him, concerned.

		WEIR
	I'm alright now. I'm alright...

DJ helps him to his feet.

		DJ
	Move slowly. You've been in stasis 
	for fifty-six days. You're going to 
	experience a little disorientation.

Weir nods.

		COOPER
	Damn, Dr. Weir, don't scare us like 
	that. Coffee?

		WEIR
	What?

		COOPER
	Coffee.

		WEIR
	No, thank you.

Cooper, still butt-naked and proud of it, grabs a metal 
cylinder from the wall and pours a mug for himself.

		COOPER
	Hey, Starck. You wanna dry my back?

Starck gives him a cool once over.

		STARCK
	Maybe when you finish puberty.

Miller zips up.

		MILLER
	Starck, why aren't you on the bridge?

		STARCK
	I just finished drying...

		MILLER
	Then what are you doing here? Come 
	on, people, let's go!
		(to Cooper)
	And Cooper... Put some pants on.

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EXT. INTERPLANETARY SPACE - LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

SILENCE. The Lewis and Clark drifts towards Neptune.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - QUARTERS

The crew has secured the quarters from flight status. Bunks 
have been folded down, each alcove personalized with 
photographs and pin-ups.

DJ moves around the cabin, checking the crew's radiation 
badges.

Cooper and Justin sit on their bunks, tossing a handball 
across the cabin.

Peters holds a "Watchman" video unit, watching a "video 
letter"...

EXT. PETERS HOME - GARDEN (DENNY'S PARTY)

...from DENNY, her four-year-old son, a paraplegic, grinning 
widely in his new wheelchair:

		DENNY
		(video)
	Play horsey, Mommy, play horsey...

IN THE VIDEO, Peters enters shot, scoops her child from the 
chair.

		PETERS
		(video)
	Want to play horsey, do you...
		(etc.)

INT. LEWIS AND CLARKE - QUARTERS

Weir sits huddled in a blanket. Miller takes a seat next to 
him.

Starck and Smith enter. Starck sits next to Miller.

		SMITH
	30 hours to Neptune orbit.

		STARCK
	All boards are green, everything's 
	five by five.

		MILLER
	That's good to know. Justin, you 
	wanna stow that?

Justin catches the ball, holds onto it.

		MILLER
	Okay, listen up. As you all know by 
	now, we have an addition to our crew. 
	Dr. Weir, this is: Starck, navigation; 
	Smith, pilot, Justin, ship's engineer --

		COOPER
	You can call him Baby-bear, he loves 
	that...

		MILLER
	This is Cooper, what the hell do you 
	do on this ship, anyway?

		JUSTIN
	Ballast.

		COOPER
		(to Weir)
	I am your best friend. I am a 
	lifesaver and a heartbreaker...

		MILLER
	He's a rescue technician. Peters, 
	medical technician. DJ...

		DJ
	Trauma.

		MILLER
	And this is mission specialist Dr. 
	William Weir. We all know where we're 
	going. Dr. Weir is going to tell us 
	why.

Miller and the crew look at Weir, waiting. Weir clears his 
throat.

		WEIR
	What I am about to tell you is 
	considered code-black by the NSA.

The crew look at each other: they haven't heard that in a 
mission briefing before.

		JUSTIN
	That means top-secret, Cooper.

		COOPER
	I heard it.

		WEIR
	The USAC intercepted a radio 
	transmission from a decaying orbit 
	around Neptune. The source has been 
	identified as the Event Horizon.

STUNNED SILENCE. Then everyone talks at once:

		STARCK
	That's impossible! She was lost with 
	all hands, what, seven...

		JUSTIN
	Seven years ago, the reactor blew...

		PETERS
	How can we salvage...?

		SMITH
	Let the dead rest, man...

		COOPER
	...cancel our leave and send us out 
	on some bullshit mission...!

		MILLER
	EVERYBODY SHUT UP! Let the man speak.

In the quiet that follows:

		WEIR
	What was made public about the Event 
	Horizon, that she was a deep space 
	research vessel, that its reactor 
	went critical, that the ship blew 
	up... None of that is true.
		(beat)
	The Event Horizon was the culmination 
	of a secret government project to 
	create a spacecraft capable of faster-
	than-light flight.

The crew stares at Weir: he has just dropped another bomb on 
them.

		SMITH
	You can't do that.

		STARCK
	The law of relativity prohibits faster-
	than-light travel...

		WEIR
	Relativity, yes. We can't break the 
	law of relativity, but we can go 
	around it. The ship doesn't really 
	move faster than the speed of light; 
	it creates a dimensional gateway 
	that allows the ship to 
	instantaneously "jump" from one point 
	in the universe to another, light 
	years away.

		STARCK
	How?

		WEIR
	Well, in layman's terms, you use a 
	rotating magnetic field to focus a 
	narrow beam of gravitons; these in 
	turn fold space-time consistent with 
	Weyl tensor dynamics until the space-
	time curvature becomes infinitely 
	large and you have a singularity...

		COOPER
	Laymen's terms.

Weir thinks of another way to explain it. He rips a pin-up 
from Smith's locker.

		SMITH
	Hey...

		WEIR
	Say this paper represents space-time, 
	and you want to get from "point A" 
	here...
		(marks it on the photo 
		with a pen)
	...to "point B," here.
		(marks point B)
	Now: what's the shortest distance 
	between two points?

The crew stares at him. Starck decides to play.

		STARCK
	A straight line.

		WEIR
	Wrong. The shortest distance between 
	two points...

Weir folds the paper, lining up point A over point B... then 
THRUSTING his pen through both, skewering the pin-up.

		WEIR
	...is zero. That's what the 
	singularity does: it folds space, so 
	that point A and point B coexist in 
	the same space and time. After the 
	ship passes through this gateway, 
	space returns to normal.
		(hands the ruined pin-
		up back to Smith)
	It's called a gravity drive.

		JUSTIN
	How do you know all this?

		WEIR
	I built it.

Even Cooper is impressed.

		COOPER
	I can see why they sent you along.

		JUSTIN
	So if the ship didn't blow up, what 
	happened?

		WEIR
	It was the ship's maiden voyage, to 
	test the drive. The Event Horizon 
	moved to safe distance using ion 
	thrusters. They received the go-ahead 
	to activate the gravity drive.
		(beat)
	And the ship vanished from all our 
	scopes. No radar contact, no enhanced 
	optical, no radio contact of any 
	kind. They disappeared without a 
	trace.
		(beat)
	Until now.

		MILLER
	Where has it been for the last seven 
	years?

		WEIR
	That's what we're here to find out.

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EXT. INTERPLANETARY SPACE - MODEL

The Lewis and Clark flashes silently past, heading deeper 
and deeper into space.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The crew assembled.

		WEIR
	We haven't been able to confirm any 
	live contact, but TDRSS did receive 
	a single transmission from the Event 
	Horizon.

Weir punches a button on a console. The transmission BLARES 
from the bridge's speakers, STATIC and NOISE and, underneath 
all, INHUMAN VOICES.

The crew listen, look at one another. The recording ends 
abruptly.

		SMITH
	What the hell is that?

		PETERS
	It doesn't sound like anything human.

		WEIR
	Houston has passed the recording 
	through several filters and isolated 
	what appears to be a human voice.

He activates a different file. The resulting WAIL is more 
human but no less terrifying, a cry of despair. The last 
message from a drowning man...

		SMITH
	Jesus...

		MILLER
	What is that?

		DJ
	It sounds like Latin.

		COOPER
	Latin? Who the fuck speaks Latin?

		STARCK
	No one. It's a dead language.

		DJ
	Mostly dead.

		MILLER
	What does it say?

		WEIR
	NSA encryption specialists have 
	deciphered some of the message...

Weir plays the HELLISH INCANTATION for a third time.

		WEIR
	There: "...liberatis me..." They 
	haven't been able to translate the 
	rest, it's too distorted.

		DJ
	"Liberatis me." "Save me."

		COOPER
	From what?

		MILLER
		(to Weir)
	You're convinced the crew could still 
	be alive? After seven years?

		WEIR
	The Event Horizon only had life 
	support for eighteen months. It seems 
	impossible, but in light of the 
	transmission... I have to think that 
	someone has managed to endure until 
	now.

		COOPER
	Skipper, do we get hazard pay for 
	this?

		MILLER
	You heard the tape, Smith. We're 
	looking for survivors.

							CUT TO:

EXT. NEPTUNE - LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

The Lewis and Clark closes in on the blue planet.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The flight crew assembled. Data flashes across the main 
monitors on the bridge.

		STARCK
	Crossing the horizon. Optimum approach 
	angle is fourteen degrees.

		MILLER
	Come around to three-three-four...

		SMITH
		(echoing)
	Heading three-three-four...

		MILLER
		(continuing)
	...Make your approach vector negative 
	fourteen degrees...

		SMITH
	One-four degrees...

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - NEPTUNE ORBIT - MODEL

RCS thrusters pivot and fire as the ship enters Neptune orbit, 
dropping lower and lower into the dense blue clouds...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The ship begins to rock as it encounters atmosphere, a growing 
vibration.

GRAPHICS flash across the main window's HUD. Neptune's dark 
shadow fills the screen.

		SMITH
	We have a lock on the Event Horizon's 
	navigation beacon. It's in the upper 
	ionosphere, we're in for some chop.

		MILLER
	Bring us in tight. Starck, get on 
	the horn, see if anyone's listening...

		STARCK
		(into radio)
	This is U.S. Aerospace Command vessel 
	Lewis and Clark, hailing Event 
	Horizon, Event Horizon, do you 
	read...? This is the Lewis and Clark, 
	hailing...
		(she continues B.G.)

		SMITH
		(over Starck)
	Matching speed... now. Range to target 
	ten thousand meters and closing... 
	Skipper, I got a bad feeling about 
	this...

		MILLER
	We're all on edge, Smith. We're a 
	long way out...

		SMITH
	That's not it. That ship was built 
	to go faster than light... That's 
	just wrong, it goes against everything 
	we know...

		MILLER
	What are you trying to say? "If God 
	had intended Man to fly, he would 
	have given us wings?"

		SMITH
	Something like that, yeah.

Miller grins grimly.

		MILLER
	I guess we're about to find out. 
	Keep us slow and steady.

		SMITH
	Yes, sir.

		MILLER
	Dr. Weir...!

Weir sticks his head into the bridge.

		MILLER
	I think you want to see this.

Weir climbs up the ladder to the flight deck.

		WEIR
	Where is she?

		SMITH
	Dead ahead, 5000 meters.

Suddenly, the ship SHUDDERS VIOLENTLY.

Weir braces himself in the doorway, staring out the forward 
window into the roiling azure clouds.

Smith grimaces, his knuckles white at the controls.

		SMITH
	We've got some weather.

		MILLER
	I noticed. Starck, anybody home?

		STARCK
	If they are, they're screening their 
	calls.

		SMITH
	Range 3000 meters and closing.

		WEIR
	I can't see anything...

Only turbid clouds of methane ice whirl past the Lewis and 
Clark's windows.

		SMITH
	1500 meters. We're getting too 
	close...

		MILLER
	Where is it?

		STARCK
		(checking her console)
	The scope is lit, it's right in front 
	of us...

		SMITH
	1000 meters...

A red warning light begins to flash in time with a shrill 
BEEP.

		SMITH
	Proximity warning! 900, 800 meters, 
	700... we're right on top of it, 
	we're gonna hit!

		MILLER
	Starck...

		STARCK
	It should be right there...

She looks up, trails off...

		STARCK
	My God.

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - AGAINST NEPTUNE - MODEL STARCK'S POV

...the clouds break, revealing...

THE EVENT HORIZON, right in front of them. A black 
labyrinthine blasphemy against Neptune's arctic blue. Cloud 
banks encircle the ship as if it were the eye of a hurricane.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARKE - BRIDGE

		MILLER
	Reverse thrusters full!

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - DWARFED BY EVENT HORIZON - MODEL

The Event Horizon looms enormous as the Lewis and Clark hangs 
off the port stern, dwarfed by the giant ship.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The turbulence subsides. The bridge crew stares at the massive 
craft. The only sound, the PROXIMITY WARNING. Finally:

		SMITH
	Jesus, that is one big ugly fat 
	fucker...

		WEIR
	She's not ugly.

Miller reaches over Smith's shoulder, turns off the proximity 
warning. Smith snaps back to business.

		SMITH
	Range 500 meters and holding. 
	Turbulence is dropping off...

		STARCK
	Picking up magnetic interference.

		MILLER
	Put it through TACS. Smith, you up 
	for a flyby?

		SMITH
		(he is not)
	Love to.

EXT. NEPTUNE - LEWIS AND CLARK - EVENT HORIZON - MODEL

The Lewis and Clark maneuvers in close to the Event Horizon, 
dwarfed by the dark ship.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Smith keeps a tight hand on the controls. The crew stare out 
the viewport at the abandoned craft.

		STARCK
	Look at the size of that thing.

Weir explains the view out the cockpit window.

		WEIR
	Foredecks. Crew quarters, bridge, 
	medical and science labs, hydroponics, 
	what have you. That central section 
	connects the forward decks to the 
	Engineering containment area. Can we 
	move in closer?

		SMITH
	Shit, Doc, any closer and we're gonna 
	need a rubber...

		MILLER
	Do it.

Smith grimaces. His hands move carefully over the controls.

EXT. NEPTUNE - LEWIS AND CLARK - EVENT HORIZON - MODEL

The Lewis and Clark moves even closer. Vanishing into the 
shadow of the Event Horizon.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The crew stares at the ship rushing past the viewport. A 
huge spherical structure looms eerily ahead.

		WEIR
	That's the engineering containment. 
	And there's the main airlock. We can 
	dock there.

		MILLER
	Smith, use the arm and lock us onto 
	that antennae cluster.

		WEIR
	Be careful. It's not a load bearing 
	structure...

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

The Lewis and Clark carefully maneuvers in close to the Event 
Horizon's airlock.

A mechanical boom-arm extends from the smaller ship to latch 
onto the Event Horizon. Its clawed hand grabs the antennae 
cluster. The cluster buckles under the stress.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

		SMITH
		(to Weir)
	It is now.
		(to Miller)
	We're locked in.

		MILLER
	Starck, give me a read.

A scan of the Event Horizon appears across Starck's screen.

		STARCK
	The reactor's still hot. We've got 
	several small radiation sources, 
	leaks probably. Nothing serious.

		WEIR
	Do they have pressure?

		STARCK
	Affirmative. The hull's intact... 
	but there's no gravity and the thermal 
	units are off line. I'm showing deep 
	cold. The crew couldn't survive unless 
	they were in stasis.

		MILLER
	Find 'em, Starck.

Starck frowns at her display.

		STARCK
	Something's wrong with the bio-scan.

		MILLER
	Radiation interference?

		STARCK
	There's not enough radiation to throw 
	off the scan. I'm picking up trace 
	life forms, but I can't get a lock 
	on the location.

		WEIR
	Could it be the crew? If they were 
	in suspended animation, wouldn't 
	that effect the scan?

		STARCK
	If they were in stasis, I'd get a 
	location, but these readings, they're 
	all over the ship. It doesn't make 
	any sense.

		MILLER
	Okay. We do it the hard way. Deck by 
	deck, room by room. Starck, deploy 
	the umbilicus. I believe you're up 
	for a walk, Mr. Justin. Go get your 
	bonnet on.

		JUSTIN
	Yes, sir!

Weir starts to follow Justin from the bridge.

		MILLER
	Dr. Weir, I need you on the bridge.

		WEIR
	Captain, I didn't come out here to 
	sit on your bridge, I need to be on 
	that ship...

		MILLER
	Once the ship is secured, we'll bring 
	you on board --

		WEIR
		(interrupting)
	That is not acceptable --

		MILLER
		(overlapping)
	-- once we've secured the ship, that's 
	the way it is!
		(beat)
	I need you to guide us from the comm 
	station. This is where I need you. 
	Help us to do our job.

Weir exhales.

		WEIR
	Very well.

							CUT TO:

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - EVENT HORIZON - MODEL

The docking collar umbilicus extends to the Event Horizon's 
airlock.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Miller, Peters, Justin and Cooper in EVA; Cooper and Justin, 
without headgear.

		COOPER
	...come on, Skipper, I already put 
	my shoes on...

		MILLER
		(muffled)
	You've had plenty EVA, Coop, it's 
	Justin's turn. Stay on station. If 
	anything happens...

		COOPER
	I'll be all over it.

Miller nods to Peters.

		PETERS
		(muffled)
	Opening inner airlock door.

The inner airlock door opens: CH-THUNK. Miller, Peters and 
Justin enter the airlock. Justin attaches his safety line. 
Miller and Peters do not.

		COOPER
	You still need the rope? I thought 
	you were one a those spacemen with 
	ice in ya veins.

		JUSTIN
	I'd rather be on the rope and not 
	need it than need it and not have 
	it. Now step aside, old man.

Cooper puts Justin's helmet on. It seals tight.

		COOPER
		(serious now)
	You just keep your nose clean, Baby 
	Bear. Clear the door.

Cooper backs out, allowing the inner airlock door to shut, 
ECHOING through the ship.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - UMBILICUS

Miller, Peters and Justin float down the brightly lit 
umbilicus into the Event Horizon, all in EVA suits. Justin's 
safety line trails out behind him.

The OUTER AIRLOCK DOOR of the Event Horizon waits for them.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Weir has taken over Justin's station. He watches the POV 
monitors like a kid watching Christmas. Smith and Starck 
keep tabs over his shoulder.

		WEIR
	You've reached the outer airlock 
	door.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - UMBILICUS

Peters attaches a thumper -- a device using sound waves to 
measure pressure -- to the inner airlock door.

		PETERS
	We've got pressure.

		MILLER
	Clear and open on my mark. Three... 
	two... one... mark.

Peters inserts a zero-G drill into the panel beside the door. 
The door slowly opens...

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

The immense corridor stretches away into darkness in both 
directions. Distantly spaced windows manifest as remote pools 
of blue light amidst endless black, adding to the vast sense 
of scale.

The light from their dual spotlights on the team's helmets 
reflects off tiny ice crystals of frozen atmosphere. They 
are ants in a tomb built for giants.

		PETERS
	Jesus its huge.

		MILLER
	Ice crystals everywhere. This place 
	is a deep freeze.

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(radio)
	You're in the central corridor. It 
	connects the personnel areas to 
	Engineering.

		MILLER
	Peters and I will search the forward 
	decks. Justin, take Engineering. No 
	hot-dogging, not on this one, alright?

		JUSTIN
	Not a chance, sir.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

The group separates. Justin kicks off from the wall, shoots 
down the corridor at immense speed.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

Miller and Peters move in the opposite direction. They use 
magnetic plates on their boots and gloves to cling to the 
walls as they slowly make their way down the dark shaft. 
Their journey seems endless. The darkness almost seems a 
living thing as it surrounds them.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Miller spots something at a coupling, where two sections of 
the corridor join...

		MILLER
	Dr. Weir, what's this?

Miller indicates a box nestled against the coupling. The 
universal symbol for explosives is on the cover.

		PETERS
		(ahead at the next 
		coupling)
	Here's another one. They're all over 
	the place.

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(radio)
	They're explosive charges.

		MILLER
	I can see that, what're they for?

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

		WEIR
	In an emergency, the charges detonate 
	in series, destroying the central 
	section and separating the personnel 
	areas from the rest of the ship. 
	That way, if the gravity drive 
	malfunctions, the crew could use the 
	foredecks as a lifeboat.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Peters and Miller keep moving.

		PETERS
	That means they didn't abandon ship.

		MILLER
	So where are they? Starck, any luck 
	with the bio-scan?

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

		STARCK
	I'm running diagnostics now, 
	Skipper... Nothing's wrong with the 
	sensor pack, I'm still getting trace 
	life readings, all over the ship.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Miller and Peters unconsciously look around. Sweat beads 
their faces.

		PETERS
	There's no one in the corridor but 
	us.

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Not according to the computer.

		MILLER
	Peters is right, no one's here.

		PETERS
	I don't know, this place is really 
	dark, I can't see a thing...

She starts to wave her searchlight around wildly.

		MILLER
		(calming her down)
	Easy, Peters, we're okay, we're okay. 
	Let's finish the sweep.

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Captain Miller, the foredecks are 
	just ahead.

		PETERS
	I can see the hatch.

		MILLER
	Starck, you still showing those 
	readings?

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(radio)
	That's an affirmative.

		MILLER
		(to Peters)
	Keep your eyes open.

She nods as he reaches for the hatch...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

The hatch opens, allowing Peters and Miller entrance into 
the forward decks. These areas were intended for human 
habitation, and seem similar in design to the Lewis and Clark, 
only larger.

Gravity couches line both walls, eighteen in all. Empty.

		PETERS
	We found the gravity couches.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Weir peers eagerly at the monitors.

		WEIR
	Any survivors?

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Negative.

Hope drains from Weir's face.

		WEIR
	No one?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

		MILLER
	They're empty, Dr. Weir. Moving 
	forward.

Miller and Peters split up, each taking a separate exit from 
the chamber.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Weir looks at Justin's POV screen: a grainy image of the 
First Containment Seal.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR (BY FIRST SEAL)

Justin stands before a thick pressure door. Justin checks 
the door with his thumper, his boots are now on.

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(radio)
	You've reached the First Containment 
	Seal. The engineering decks are on 
	the other side.

		JUSTIN
	We still have pressure. The radiation 
	count's steady at 7 millirads an 
	hour.

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Background radiation. Perfectly safe.

Justin touches a panel beside the door. It opens. He enters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

...a long corridor shaped like a tube. It rotates like a 
turbine, causing vertigo. Justin's BREATH echoes in his helmet 
as he moves forward...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Cooper stares at Justin's safety line in the airlock.

THE SAFETY LINE

counts off silently, passing 150 meters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE

The corridor ends at a pressure door.

		PETERS
	Dr. Weir, what's this the door to?

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(radio)
	You're at the Bridge, Ms. Peters. 
	You still haven't seen any crew?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Miller, moving through a deserted lab. Empty operating tables. 
Stainless steel surgical instruments float in zero-G. A glove 
floats up behind him, brushes his shoulder. He wheels... the 
glove is empty. It spins away.

		MILLER
	If we saw any crew, Doctor, you'd 
	know about it.
		(looking around)
	I'm in Medical. No casualties, it 
	looks like this place has never been 
	used.

He finds a computer console.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE

Peters opens the door.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE ANTECHAMBER

Peters enters. Looks around: a small antechamber for crew 
briefings, with chairs and a display table. Red crystals 
float in a crimson mist around her.

		PETERS
	I found something.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Weir peers at the monitors, trying to make out the red haze.

		WEIR
	Yes, we can see some kind of mist. 
	What is that?

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Blood. Looks like arterial spray.

		WEIR
		(nervous)
	Can you see a body?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE ANTECHAMBER

		PETERS
		(confused)
	There's no one here.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	The blood came from somewhere, 
	Peters...

		PETERS
	There's no one here, Skipper.

Peters takes a sample container from her belt. Carefully 
tries to capture a suspended crystal...

		PETERS
	Come on...

CLOSE UP OF THE BLOOD CRYSTAL

and the Container; Peters' brow furrowed with concentration.

WIDER AS A FLASH OF BLUE LIGHTNING ILLUMINATES THE ROOM, 
REVEALING...

...THE WALL BEHIND PETERS, CASED IN A FROZEN EXPLOSION OF 
BLOOD AND TISSUE. Someone died here in a violent and terrible 
way.

Peters starts to look up but the flash dies away. She never 
saw the horror behind her.

Peters turns her attention back to her tiny crystal. She 
traps the it, returns the container to her belt.

She moves from the antechamber into...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Her helmet lights sweep the room. Every surface a control 
panel.

		PETERS
	Okay. I'm on the bridge.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	What you got, Peters?

Peters examines the other consoles -- most are dark but for 
a few dim lights.

		PETERS
	Everything's been shut down. 
	Conserving power, I guess. Green 
	light on the hull, it's intact.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		MILLER
	The science workstation has power, 
	I'll see if I can find the crew from 
	here.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Weir stares at Peters' monitor.

		WEIR
	Ms. Peters, turn back and to your 
	left, please.

On her monitor, Peters' POV shifts as she complies.

		STARCK
	What is it?

		WEIR
	Ship's log.

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(radio)
	I see it.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters reaches towards a small video deck. Touches the eject 
button. Nothing happens.

		PETERS
	It's stuck.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

Justin's light bounces off an even larger pressure door, 
built like a bank vault. The Second Seal.

		JUSTIN
	I've reached another containment 
	door. This thing's huge...

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(radio)
	That's the Second Containment Seal. 
	Beyond that, engineering.

		JUSTIN
	I'm going in.

Justin opens the seal. It releases SLOWLY, inching open. 
Justin squeezes through.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters takes a small probe from her belt, inserts it into 
the video deck.

A small laser disc emerges partway from the deck. Peters 
pulls on it. It doesn't move.

		PETERS
	It's really jammed in there.

A shadow crosses the window behind her. Someone -- something -- 
is in there with her...

Peters pulls harder. Nothing. Another effort. The disc pulls 
free. Peters spins in the zero-gravity, spinning into...

...A BODY floating at the helm, the face illuminated by 
Peters' helmet lights. His swollen tongue clogs his gaping, 
screaming mouth. His cracked and crystallized skin is crossed 
by a network of bloated veins. He has no eyes. Just like 
Weir's dream.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Peters' monitor shows the CORPSE'S face, its mouth open in 
mute agony. Weir GASPS.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters pushes free of the body.

		PETERS
		(professional)
	I found one.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Alive?

		PETERS
	Frozen.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The dead man's face leers from Peters' monitor.

		STARCK
	What happened to his eyes?

		SMITH
	Explosive decompression.

		STARCK
	Decompression wouldn't do that.

Weir just stares at the ruined face, rapt. Starck notices.

		STARCK
	You okay?

Weir nods, not taking his eyes from the screen.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Cooper, on station. He keys his radio.

		COOPER
	Hey, Baby Bear, Mama Bear got a 
	corpsicle for ya...

No reply.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Miller looks up from the workstation, concerned.

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Baby Bear, you copy?

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Cooper stares out at Justin's safety line slowly counting 
off past 175 meters.

		COOPER
	Justin, do you copy?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

The Second Seal is open. Justin's safety line snakes into 
darkness.

FOLLOW the safety line into the dark...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

An alcove, opening into a vast chamber. Once pristine, all 
the surfaces have been coated in a dark gray slick. Globules 
of fluid hang motionless, sticking to Justin's suit, leeching 
away his light and swallowing him in darkness.

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	...do you copy?

		JUSTIN
		(quiet)
	Uh, yeah Coop, I'm still here.

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Shit! Do not do that! Where the fuck 
	are you?

		JUSTIN
	I'm in the Second Containment area. 
	It's pitch black in here. There must 
	have been a coolant leak. Man, this 
	shit is everywhere. I can't see a 
	damn thing.

A lighted console blocks Justin's view of the chamber beyond. 
He drifts over to it, wipes the console clear of coolant, 
revealing dim lights: the station has power.

		JUSTIN
	The reactor's still hot. Coolant 
	level is on reserve, but still in 
	the green.

TIGHT ON JUSTIN'S FACE AS THE LIGHTS COME ON

		JUSTIN
		(triumph)
	I got it...

His expressions changes as he looks past the console and 
sees... something.

		JUSTIN
		(trailing off in awe)
	Holy shit...

		COOPER
	Justin?

		JUSTIN
	I think I found something...

JUSTIN'S POV - THE CORE

A massive sphere, 10 meters in diameter, dominates the center 
of the second containment. Intricate machinery surrounds the 
sphere but the globe itself is featureless, smooth; a 
enigmatic monolith. Black ice encrusts it, giving it the 
seeming of a living thing.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

They stare at Justin's monitor.

		SMITH
	What the hell is that?

		WEIR
	That's the Core: the gravity drive. 
	The heart of the ship.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Justin, check the containment for 
	radiation leaks. Peters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	...how's the client?

		PETERS
	Crystallized.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Justin examines the outer wall of the Core, looking for any 
cracks or ruptured seams.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Justin, finish your sweep.

		JUSTIN
	Almost done, I just gotta check one 
	thing...

Justin turns to the Core...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Justin's monitor fills with static.

		STARCK
	Justin, hold on a sec, you're breaking 
	up...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Justin...?
		(static obscure her 
		voice)

Justin reaches towards the Core with his pressure sensor.

His helmet light flickers. He hesitates...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Miller's helmet light flickers...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peter's helmet light winks out...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

		STARCK
	Justin, come in...

Suddenly, the bio-scan lights up, from green to red as signals 
race across the display.

		WEIR
	What is it?

		STARCK
	I don't know. The life readings just 
	went off the scale.

		SMITH
	Something's wrong...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Justin places the pressure sensor against the Core. Touching 
it.

The Core turns deepest black. A darkness that light cannot 
penetrate. For a second, Justin's white suit is captured 
against the hungry void...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT (TANK)

THEN THE VOID SUCKS HIM IN AND JUSTIN IS GONE...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Cooper stares in shock as Justin's safety line as it reels 
out at an incredible rate -- 250 meters, 300 meters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT A WAVE

surges out of the Core, bending light like a ripple on a 
pond, pushing coolant and debris before it...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

The gravity wave surges forward, blowing out emergency lights 
as it comes, flotsam and jetsam swirling in its wake...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Data floods Miller's workstation, flashing across the screen 
too fast for comprehension...

INT. BLACKNESS OF CORE

FOLLOWED BY A FACE -- JUSTIN...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		MILLER
	What the hell...

A DEEP ROAR fills the ship. Miller rises to investigate...

The door BLOWS APART as THE WAVE HITS, ripples through the 
Medical Bay towards Miller...

		MILLER
	Oh shit...!

Debris swirls around him... the wave sweeps him up... SLAMS 
him into a bulkhead...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE JUSTIN'S POV SCREEN

the briefest suggestion of a SCREAMING FACE, obscured by 
STATIC and ROLL before the screen CUTS to static entirely.

The rest of the crew's POV screens go dead as...

...the wave hits them, threatening to tear the Lewis and 
Clark apart. The ship shudders violently. Consoles EXPLODE 
with sparks. Weir and the others hold on for dear life.

		STARCK
	Miller, do you read me, Peters --

		SMITH
	Get them back --

		STARCK
	I'm trying, goddammit --

An equipment rack IGNITES. Smith grabs an extinguisher, fights 
the blaze...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Cooper and DJ, bracing against the bulkhead. Cooper hits the 
intercom.

		COOPER
	What's happening?

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	I don't know, the screens are dead...!

Cooper peers out the airlock window.

JUSTIN'S SAFETY LINE

passes 350 meters and accelerating...

		COOPER
	350 meters... 400 meters...

		DJ
	He's in trouble. Go!

		COOPER
	I'm gone!

Cooper grabs his helmet. DJ helps him lock the helmet into 
place with a HISS.

The inner airlock door opens. As Cooper enters the airlock, 
Justin's safety reel stops, the line jerking taut at 500 
meters.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Miller tries to get his bearings in the dark.

		MILLER
	Boarding party, sound off... Peters, 
	do you read me... . Peters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters' light, too, remains dark, but Neptune's blue light 
fills the Bridge. The frozen corpse floats before her. No 
longer a man.

A young boy, maybe five years old. His legs are withered, 
useless things. The skin remains a crystallized surface, but 
the eyes look straight at her, alive.

		PETERS
	Denny...

Peters reaches out to touch the body. It falls away from 
her. No longer her son, but the body of the astronaut. It 
hits the door and shatters.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		MILLER
		(growing desperation)
	...Peters, do you read me...

A MAN'S VOICE, in agony, CRACKLES over Miller's radio:

		VOICE
		(radio)
	Don't leave me...

		MILLER
	Justin? Justin, sound off... 
	Justin...!

Miller trails off as RED LIGHT flickers across his visor. He 
turns...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE (BURNING MAN) POV 
MILLER

A BURNING MAN stands in Medical/Science, a human body wreathed 
in flame. The eyes are like sunspots. As the Burning Man 
moves, bones and black flesh poke through the fire. He raises 
one hand to point at Miller in accusation...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Miller's BREATH stops in his throat. His mouth works but 
nothing comes out. He BLINKS...

...and the VISION is gone. Miller is alone, BREATHING hard.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

Cooper enters at full speed, shooting through in a controlled 
fall...

		COOPER
	Hold on, Baby Bear...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

...into the Second Containment. He catches himself at the 
console. Cooper sees Justin's safety line, cut off abruptly 
by the darkness of the Core.

		COOPER
	Oh my God...

The darkness of the Core ripples...

Justin suddenly emerges from the darkness, a white figure 
riding a wave of impenetrable blackness.

Cooper catches him, holds him tight as the wave carries them 
towards the wall. Cooper sees a control rod -- a long metal 
spike -- coming at them. He twists his body so that they 
miss -- barely -- before slamming into the wall.

		COOPER
	Justin, do you read me? Justin... .

Cooper pulls Justin close. Justin's head lolls to one side. 
Unconscious.

		COOPER
	Baby Bear, don't do this. Don't do 
	this...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Weir, Starck and Smith continue to hold on tightly as the 
vibration builds... and builds...

		STARCK
	Here comes another one! Hold on!

The second wave hits. Sparks fly as consoles EXPLODE. Deep 
in the ship metal SCREAMS, followed by the SHRIEK of escaping 
atmosphere. An emergency klaxon RINGS out: PRESSURE WARNING.

Starck checks Justin's station:

		STARCK
	We lost the starboard baffle! The 
	hull's been breached!

The Bridge pressure door begins to close...and then stop.

		SMITH
	The safety circuit's failed!

		WEIR
	We're losing atmosphere...

		STARCK
	There are pressure suits in the 
	Airlock. Go!

Starck pushes Weir ahead of her, Smith follows hard as they 
run the length of the ship for the airlock bay.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

The vibration subsides.

		MILLER
	Can anybody hear me...

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Skipper...

		MILLER
	Peters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	...you okay?

		PETERS
	Yeah. I'm -- I'm okay.

Her voice cracks as she says it. She looks anything but.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

The reports come, one on the other...

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	We have a man down...

		MILLER
	Coop, where are you...

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	The containment, Second Containment...

		MILLER
	Hold on, Coop...

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Captain Miller...

		MILLER
	Smith, where the hell have you been?!

		SMITH
	We have a situation here...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

Starck and Smith already in suits. DJ assists Weir. Smith 
has already locked his helmet into place.

		SMITH
		(continuing)
	We lost the starboard baffle and the 
	hull cracked. Our safety seals didn't 
	close, the circuit's fried --

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Miller moves down the central corridor towards his wounded 
ship.

		MILLER
	Do we have enough time for a weld?

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(radio)
	We don't have time to fart.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

		SMITH
	We're losing pressure at 280 liters 
	a second and our oxygen tanks are 
	cracked. In three minutes, our 
	atmosphere will be gone. We are 
	fucking dead.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		MILLER
	No one's dying on my watch, Smith! 
	What about the reserve tanks?

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(radio)
	They're gone.

Beat. Miller closes his eyes, desperately trying to think of 
a solution.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK BAY

PAN across the faces of the astronauts. No hope. Except for 
Weir:

		WEIR
	The Event Horizon.

The others turn to stare at Weir.

		SMITH
	What?

		WEIR
	It still has air and reserve power, 
	we can activate gravity and life 
	support.

		STARCK
	What if the air has gone bad? We 
	can't wear these suits forever.

		SMITH
	I don't think this is a good idea, 
	we don't even know what happened on 
	that ship...

		WEIR
	It beats dying, Mister Smith.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		MILLER
	Dr. Weir's right. Get on board the 
	Event Horizon. I'll meet you at the 
	airlock.

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(radio)
	But...

		MILLER
	You heard me, Smith. Peters, are you 
	with me?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters at the life support console.

		PETERS
	I'm ahead of you. Bringing the thermal 
	units on line...

Peters flips a series of circuit-breakers. Reaches for the 
final switch.

		PETERS
	Hold tight and prep for gees.

Everything floating in the bridge CRASHES to the floor.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Justin and Cooper collapse to the deck, coolant splashing 
down all around them...

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

Miller meets the crew as they evacuate the Lewis and Clark. 
Weir leads the way, eager; Smith hangs back.

		MILLER
	Everybody okay?

		STARCK
	We're all here.

		MILLER
	Okay. Let's find out how much time 
	we just bought.

Miller reaches for the catch on his own helmet.

		DJ
	We haven't tested the air yet. It 
	could be contaminated...

		MILLER
	No time. We need whatever's left in 
	our suits to repair the Clark. Like 
	it or not, this is the only oxygen 
	for three billion kilometers.

Miller pulls his helmet off with a HISS. He breathes deep. 
Starck does the same, coughs.

		STARCK
	It tastes bad.

		MILLER
	But you can breathe it.

							CUT TO:

EXT. NEPTUNE ORBIT - LEWIS AND CLARK - EVENT HORIZON

The Lewis and Clark and the Event Horizon, locked together 
in Neptune orbit. Lights shine from the Horizon as power is 
restored. No longer cloaked in darkness, it is revealed in 
all its hideous glory, a nightmare etched in steel.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Weir moves from station to station, restoring power to each.

Starck sits at the communications workstation. Miller watches 
over her shoulder.

		STARCK
	The antennae array's completely fried, 
	we've got no radio, no laser, no 
	highgain... No one's going to be 
	coming to help us.

		MILLER
	How much oh-two do we have?

		STARCK
	Oxygen is not the problem.

		MILLER
	Carbon dioxide?

		STARCK
		(nods)
	It's building up with every breath 
	we take. And the CO2 filters on the 
	Event Horizon are shot.

		MILLER
	We can take the filters from the 
	Clark...

		STARCK
	I thought of that, with the filters 
	from the Clark, we've got enough 
	breathable air for twenty hours. 
	After that, we'd better be on our 
	way home.

		MILLER
	What about the life readings you 
	picked up?

		STARCK
	The Event Horizon sensors show the 
	same thing: "Bio-readings of 
	indeterminate origin." Right before 
	that wave hit the Clark, there was 
	some kind of surge, right off the 
	scale, but now it's back to its 
	previous levels.

		MILLER
	What's causing the readings?

		STARCK
	I don't know, but whatever it is, 
	it's not the crew.

		MILLER
	So where is the rest of the crew? 
	We've been over every inch of this 
	ship and all we've found is blood. 
	Dr. Weir? Any suggestions?

Weir just stares at the bloodstained wall.

		MILLER
	What happened here?

Miller follows Weir's gaze to the wall: a Rorschach test in 
blood...

							CUT TO:

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE WINDOW

PULL BACK from the bridge windows TO REVEAL...

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

...the Event Horizon in all its horrific glory, hanging skew 
in the center of the hurricane like a mote in God's eye.

The Lewis and Clark clings to the giant craft, as 
insignificant as a tick. An even smaller figure clings to 
the hull of the Lewis and Clark...

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

It's Smith, EVA in full protective gear. His magnetic boots 
hold him to the Lewis and Clark's hull. He kneels over a 
hole in the hull, where the metal has buckled and torn. Vapor 
still leaks from the hole into space.

		SMITH
	Captain Miller, you copy?

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	I'm here, Smith, how's the Clark?

		SMITH
	I've found a six inch fracture in 
	the outer hull. We should be able to 
	repair it and re-pressurize, it's 
	gonna take some time.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	We don't have time, Smith. In twenty 
	hours we run out of air.

		SMITH
	Understood.

Smith uses a foam applicator to fill the hole. The gel freezes 
in place. Smith reaches to his belt, pulls out a ZERO-G 
NAILGUN. Presses it to the patch and begins to rivet it into 
place.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Justin lies unmoving on a table. His eyes are open, staring 
at a smear of blood on the ceiling.

A needle slides into the skin below his eye. He doesn't 
respond.

DJ removes the needle. It glistens with blood. He looks up 
at Miller and Peters.

		MILLER
	How is he?

		DJ
	His vitals are stable, but he's 
	unresponsive to stimuli. He might 
	wake up in fifteen minutes. He might 
	not wake up at all.

		PETERS
	What happened to him?

DJ shakes his head. Miller eyes the bloodstain above them.

		MILLER
	DJ, take samples from these stains, 
	compare them to medical records, I 
	want to know whose blood this is.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Gravity has scattered debris and freeze-dried blood about 
the room. The crew (Justin and Smith excepted) tries to relax 
on the chairs of dead men. Their faces are wan and haggard.

Weir relaxes at the table. Unlike the others, he seems almost 
at ease. DJ remains forever stoic; Starck, animated and 
nervous. Cooper bounces the handball on the floor, a reflex 
action.

Miller stares at a video monitor, watching Smith repair the 
Lewis and Clark. He turns from the window.

		MILLER
	Okay, people, there's been a change 
	in the mission. In less than eighteen 
	hours, we will run out of breathable 
	air. Our primary objective is now 
	survival. That means we focus on 
	repairing the Lewis and Clark and 
	salvaging whatever will buy us more 
	time.
		(pause)
	Our secondary objective is finding 
	out what happened to this ship and 
	its crew. Two months from now, I 
	fully intend to be standing in front 
	of the good Admiral giving my report, 
	and I'd like to have more than my 
	dick in my hands.

Grim smiles all around.

		MILLER
	Peters, I want you to go through the 
	ship's log, see if we can't find 
	some answers.

		PETERS
	I can use the station in Medical, 
	keep an eye on Justin...

		MILLER
	Fine. Starck, I want you to repeat 
	the bio-scan...

		STARCK
	What's the point? I'll just get the 
	same thing...

		MILLER
	Not acceptable. I want to know what's 
	causing those readings. If the crew 
	is dead, I want the bodies, I want 
	the crew found.

		STARCK
	I can reconfigure the scan for C-12, 
	amylase proteins.

		MILLER
	Do it. Dr. Weir...

		WEIR
	Yes.

		MILLER
	One of my men is down. I want to 
	know what happened to him.

		COOPER
	I told you. He was inside the Core...

Weir starts shaking his head.

		COOPER
	It was like... nothing was there... 
	and then Justin appeared and the 
	Core... became metal...

		WEIR
		(cutting him off)
	No, he didn't.

		COOPER
	You weren't there. I saw it.

		WEIR
	Saw what, Mr. Cooper? What did you 
	really see, because what you're 
	describing is not physically 
	possible...

Cooper throws the ball at him, hard. Weir ducks. It bounces 
wildly around the room. Miller catches it.

		MILLER
	Cooper! Enough!

Cooper sits down.

		MILLER
		(turning on Weir)
	Dr. Weir, Justin may die. Whatever 
	happened to him could happen to all 
	of us.

Beat.

		WEIR
	I don't know what happened to Justin.

		COOPER
	I'm telling you, I saw it...

		WEIR
	What you saw could have been an 
	optical effect caused by gravitational 
	distortion.

		COOPER
		(turning on Weir)
	I know what I saw and it wasn't a 
	fucking "optical effect!"

		MILLER
	Hold on, what's this "gravitational 
	distortion?"

		WEIR
	It's possible that a burst of gravity 
	waves escaped from the Core, 
	distorting space-time. They could be 
	what hit the Lewis and Clark.

		MILLER
	What could cause them?
		(Weir doesn't answer)
	What's in the Core?

		WEIR
	It's complicated...

		MILLER
	How much time do you need? We have 
	seventeen hours and forty-two minutes. 
	Now: what is in the Core?

Beat. Here comes another bomb...

		WEIR
	A black hole.

The crew stares at him, stunned.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Miller, Starck and Weir stand before the Core. Dark ominous 
structures loom around them, glistening with coolant. The 
PULSE of the ship is loud here, a deep THRUM that steals 
their breath. Weir's voice is a reverent WHISPER:

		WEIR
	That's how the gravity drive works, 
	you see: it focuses the black hole's 
	immense gravitational power to create 
	the gateway. That's how the Event 
	Horizon travels faster than light.

		STARCK
	I can't believe we built this.

		MILLER
	It's insane.

		WEIR
	"Insane?" The finest astronauts fought 
	to be posted to this ship. It would 
	take the Lewis and Clark a thousand 
	years to reach our closest star. The 
	Event Horizon could be there in a 
	day...

		MILLER
	If it worked.

		WEIR
	If it worked, yes.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT - 3RD SEAL

They stare at the Core, the surrounding machinery moving in 
a slow giant's dance. A trick of the eye, or does the Core 
stare back at them?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

		MILLER
	I want this room sealed. The Second 
	Containment is off limits.

		WEIR
	There's no danger. The black hole is 
	contained behind three magnetic 
	fields, it's under control.

		MILLER
	Your black hole damn near ripped my 
	ship apart. It may have killed one 
	of my men.
		(beat)
	No one goes near that thing.

MOVE IN ON THE CORE

until its darkness fills the screen...

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Peters sits before the computer workstation, running the 
ship's log, forwarding through hours of boring footage. Rubs 
her eyes.

The lights flicker.

Peters hears something RUSTLING behind her. She turns...

		PETERS
	Justin...?

Justin lies unmoving on the nearest examination table. 
Comatose. Peters reaches out and picks up a scalpel.

Peters hears the sound again, FINGERNAILS ON PLASTIC. She 
moves past Justin...

...past several empty tables, covered with clear plastic...

...to the last table. She stares in shock.

THERE'S SOMETHING UNDERNEATH THE PLASTIC COVER

She slowly reaches out. Lifts the cover.

Her son DENNY looks at her and GIGGLES. She GASPS. The scalpel 
drops to the floor at her feet.

Denny reaches up to her, to be picked up...

		DENNY
	Mommy...

...but the plastic that still covers his withered legs squirms 
like a bag full of snakes...

Peters drops the plastic and backs away.

		DJ (O.S.)
	Peters?

She turns. DJ stands in the doorway, holding blood samples.

Peters turns back, but her son is gone.

DJ reads her expression.

		DJ
	What's wrong?

		PETERS
	Nothing. It's nothing.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 2

The Airlock light turns red -- a warning. The Inner Airlock 
door control flashes: "LOCKED." The Outer Airlock door opens.

Smith enters. He closes the Outer Airlock door. Atmosphere 
HISSES into the chamber. The Inner Airlock door flashes: 
"PRESSURIZED."

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 2

Cooper in EVA, getting ready to go outside. The Inner Airlock 
door opens. Smith enters. Takes off his helmet.

		COOPER
	You been out there a long time. Trying 
	to break my record?

		SMITH
	I'd rather spend the next twelve 
	hours Outside than another five 
	minutes in this can. This ship is 
	bad. It watches you.

		COOPER
	What?

		SMITH
	You heard me. This ship, it's crazy: 
	trying to go faster'n light, that's 
	like the Tower of Babel.

		COOPER
	Shit, Smith, you're going Biblical 
	on me.

		SMITH
	You know what happened to the Tower 
	of Babel, don't you? It fell down.

		COOPER
	You're sucking too much nitrogen in 
	your mix.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Starck programs the sensor workstation. She glances over at 
Weir: sitting at a computer terminal, his face rapt as data 
flashes by. His lips move, muttering to himself.

		STARCK
	Why Dr. Weir, I think you're in love.

		WEIR
	Hmmm. Claire used to tell me I loved 
	the Event Horizon more than I loved 
	her. I told her that wasn't true, I 
	just knew the Event Horizon better, 
	that's all.

		STARCK
	Claire is your wife?

		WEIR
	Yes.

		STARCK
	It must be hard, being so far away 
	from her.

		WEIR
	Yes. I miss her. She died. Two years 
	now.

		STARCK
	I'm sorry.

Weir keeps his attention focused on the screen.

		WEIR
	These things happen.
		(reacting to something 
		on the screen)
	Wait a minute, that's not right...

He fingers fly across the keyboard, double-checking the data.

Miller leans over Weir's shoulder.

		MILLER
	You have something, Dr. Weir?

		WEIR
	The date.

		MILLER
	What about it?

		WEIR
	The Event Horizon's computer think's 
	it's 2034.

		MILLER
	It's 2041...

		WEIR
	Exactly. The ship's internal clock 
	is off by seven years.

		STARCK
	Maybe a power interruption crashed 
	the system...

		WEIR
	No, there's no evidence of a surge 
	or spike of any kind. It's as if 
	time just... stopped for seven years.

		MILLER
	Explanation?

		WEIR
	Intense gravitational fields effect 
	the passage of time, it's possible...
		(beat)
	Black holes make sense on paper, 
	it's all math, you see, but as to 
	what really happened...
		(he shakes his head)
	The Event Horizon has passed beyond 
	our plane of reality, and like 
	Lazarus, returned from the dead.

The INTERCOM interrupts them:

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Captain Miller, Dr. Weir? I found 
	the final log entry.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Peters sits at the workstation. Miller, DJ and Weir stand 
behind her, watching.

A VIDEO SCREEN

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY (FOR VIDEO)

A jumpy, handheld camera view of:

Gravity couch bay. Two crewmen checking electronics modules. 
The ship is well-lit, clean, no sign of debris. The narrator's 
voice is excited and nervous.

		KILPACK (O.S.)
	We have reached safe distance and 
	are preparing to engage the gravity 
	drive and open the gateway...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		PETERS
	The speaker is the mission 
	commander...

		WEIR
		(quiet)
	John Kilpack.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT (FOR VIDEO)

Second Containment. A lone engineer finishes his check of 
the Core. He turns to the camera and gives a self-conscious 
"thumbs-up."

		KILPACK (O.S.)
	When you get this message, God 
	willing, we will reach the solar 
	system of Proxima Centauri...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		MILLER
	I wonder if they ever made it.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR (FOR VIDEO)

Corridor. The entire original crew assembled, playing catch 
with the stuffed dog

		KILPACK
	I just want to say how proud I am of 
	my crew. I'd like to name my station 
	heads Chris Chambers, Janice Rubin, 
	Dick Smith, Tom Fender and Stacie 
	Collins. And to Bill Weir and all 
	the scientists that got us here.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE (FOR VIDEO)

Bridge. KILPACK addresses the camera. His face is flushed 
with excitement.

		KILPACK
	I... uh, I had something historic to 
	say, and I wrote it down but I... I 
	can't find it. Ave, atque, vale. 
	Hail and farewell.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

A BURST of static...

...followed by an inhuman HOWL of FEEDBACK, like screaming 
hyaenas, almost alive. Through the swirl of static, the 
suggestion of movement.

Miller freezes the frame. He squints at the screen...

POV MILLER

Obscured by static, the image is blurred beyond comprehension.

		MILLER
	What the hell is that? Dr. Weir?

		WEIR
	I don't know.

		PETERS
	I can run the image through a series 
	of filters, try to clean it up.

		MILLER
	Do it.

Suddenly, the lights fade out. Dim emergency lighting snaps 
on...

		PETERS
	What's happening...?

		DJ
	A power drain --

		MILLER
	We barely have enough power for life 
	support as it is, if we can't stop 
	the drain, we're not gonna make it.

		WEIR
	The Core...!

Weir heads for the door.

		MILLER
	Wait!

But Weir has vanished into the corridor.

		MILLER
	The rest of you, stay here, I don't 
	want anyone else going near that 
	thing.

Miller follows after Weir.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

The Second Containment Seal opens. Weir is about to enter 
when Miller stops him. He checks a Geiger counter. It is 
silent.

		MILLER
	No radiation. What's causing the 
	drain?

Weir crosses to a console. Frowns.

		WEIR
		(shakes his head)
	The magnetic fields are holding. 
	Maybe a short in the fail-safe 
	circuit. I'll check it out.

Miller assists Weir in removing bolts from an access panel. 
The panel falls away, revealing a cramped duct leading into 
the ship's circuitry.

Weir climbs into the duct. Miller hands him a flashlight and 
a toolkit.

		MILLER
	We don't get the power back, our 
	air's gonna go bad.

		WEIR
	Check the Core for radiation. Carbon 
	dioxide may be the least of our 
	worries.

Weir begins to crawl into the depths of the ship.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - WEIR'S DUCT

Weir's breath ECHOES in the cramped shaft. He counts off 
circuit panels as he goes:

		WEIR
	E-three... E-five... E-seven... where 
	are you...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Miller slogs through the coolant to the Core. Stares at it. 
It remains metallic, mundane.

He pulls out a Geiger counter and crosses to the reactor 
shell. Examines a gleaming weld. The Geiger counter CLICKS 
slowly: no leak.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

A yellow light starts flashing on the engineering board. 
Starck's eyes widen: the engineering sections flash 
yellow...and green...

		STARCK
	What the hell...

STARCK'S POV

as the bio-scan goes wild.

		STARCK
		(into intercom)
	Skipper, the bio-scan just went off 
	the scale...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Justin shakes on the bed in an epileptic fit. DJ rushes to 
him.

		DJ
	Justin! Can you hear me? Justin!

Justin's eyes remain unfocused, unseeing as he tries to speak.

DJ leans in close, trying to hear him speak...

Justin arches in agony and the words come in a strangled, 
tortured voice:

		JUSTIN
	THE DARK IS COMING...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - WEIR'S DUCT

Weir stops before module E-12. Hears a faint HISSING and 
POPPING.

		WEIR
	There you are.

He uses a screwdriver to open up the module. Reveals a series 
of circuit boards. One SPARKS. Weir plucks the damaged chips 
and starts running a by-pass.

His flashlight flickers. He bangs it against the duct wall. 
It grows dimmer. Goes out.

		WEIR
	Um. Captain Miller? I, uh, I seem to 
	have a problem with my light.

A single DRIP of water in the darkness...

		WEIR
		(beat, hushed)
	Captain Miller?

Another DRIP, then a woman's VOICE like a distant echo:

		VOICE
	Billy.

Weir starts at the sound. He recognizes the voice.

She speaks again, no longer far away, but a close WHISPER in 
his ear:

		CLAIRE (O.S.)
	Billy. Help me. I'm so cold.

Weir's eyes open wide in hope and fear.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Even the emergency lights go out. Total darkness.

		MILLER
	We just lost all power in here. Dr. 
	Weir...?

Miller's voice trails off as he looks towards the Core. A 
red glow reflects across his eyes. He takes a few steps away 
from the reactor. He stares...

...at the BURNING MAN, standing before the Core. The deep 
ROAR of its conflagration fills the containment.

It slowly turns and raises its arm and points at Miller in 
accusation.

		BURNING MAN
	Don't leave me...

Miller stares as the Burning Man turns and vanishes into a 
bulkhead, leaving the wall blackened and burned with his 
passing.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - WEIR'S DUCT

Total darkness. Weir's breath ECHOES in the cramped metal 
space.

		WEIR
		(a whisper)
	Claire...?

Weir bangs his flashlight. Again. Again...

		CLAIRE (O.S.)
	Help me. I'm so cold.

The flashlight flickers...

Claire's face is inches from Weir's.

		CLAIRE
	So cold.

His flashlight flickers again, snaps on...

She is gone. Weir lets his head fall to the floor of the 
deck, breathing in ragged SOBS.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE ANTECHAMBER

The crew, except for Cooper. DJ whets a scalpel against the 
leg of his jumpsuit, an unconscious gesture. FLICK. FLICK. 
FLICK.

		DJ
	Carbon dioxide poisoning produces 
	hallucinations, impaired judgement...

		MILLER
	Goddammit, DJ, it was not a 
	hallucination! I saw a man, he was 
	on fire. And then he disappeared.

		STARCK
	Maybe one of the original crew?

		MILLER
	No. It was someone else.

		STARCK
	Who?

		MILLER
		(ignoring the question)
	Dr. Weir, you were right there, you 
	must have heard something, seen 
	something...

		WEIR
	No. I saw nothing.

		PETERS
	I did.

All heads turn to her.

		PETERS
	About an hour ago. In medical. I saw 
	my son. He was lying on one of the 
	examination tables and his legs 
	were...
		(she trails off)

		WEIR
	Isn't it possible that you were 
	traumatized by finding the body on 
	the bridge?

		PETERS
	I've seen bodies before. This is 
	different.

She falls silent, unwilling to say more.

		MILLER
	Peters is right. Its like something 
	reaching into your mind. Seeing your 
	thoughts and making them real. Smith, 
	did you or Cooper experience anything 
	unusual?

Smith, leaning against the doorway:

		SMITH
	I didn't see anything and I don't 
	have to see anything. This ship is 
	fucked.

		WEIR
	Thank you for that scientific 
	analysis, Mister Smith.

		SMITH
		(exploding)
	Hey! You don't need to be a scientist 
	figure it out...

		MILLER
	Smith...

Weir's face is stone.

		SMITH
	...you break all the laws of physics, 
	you think there won't be a price? 
	You already killed the first crew...

		MILLER
	That's enough!

DJ lays one hand on Smith's shoulder to calm him...

Smith reacts violently, turning on DJ, shoving him back. DJ 
uses Smith's momentum to spin the pilot into the wall. He 
presses his scalpel just below Smith's ear...

		MILLER
	DJ!!

DJ freezes. The scalpel falls from his hands. He releases 
Smith.

		DJ
	I'm sorry, I... I don't know why I 
	did that.

		WEIR
		(wry)
	Carbon dioxide.

Smith goes for Weir.

		SMITH
	He's fucking lying, you know 
	something...!

Miller heads him off, grabs him.

		MILLER
	That's it, that's enough for one 
	day, Smith! I need you back on the 
	Clark, I need you calm, I need you 
	using your head, you make a mistake 
	out there, none of are getting home, 
	you understand?

Smith calms.

		SMITH
	Sir.

		MILLER
	Get outside, go back to work. I'll 
	join you shortly.

Smith leaves.

		MILLER
	We're a long way from home and we're 
	in a bad place. Let's not make it 
	worse. If anyone has any constructive 
	suggestions, now is the time.

		WEIR
	I think I can stabilize the fields 
	around the singularity, that should 
	prevent another power drain.

		MILLER
	Do it.

		DJ
	To conserve our oxygen, we should 
	severely restrict our activity. Anyone 
	who can should get some sleep.

		MILLER
	I don't need sleep, DJ. I need 
	answers.

Miller exits. Starck follows.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR

STARCK TRAILS MILLER:

		STARCK
	Miller...

		MILLER
		(not slowing)
	What is it, Starck?

		STARCK
	...I ran the bio-scan with the DNA/RNA 
	filter. The results were bio-readings 
	of indeterminate origin...

		MILLER
		(simultaneous)
	"...bio-readings of indeterminate 
	origin," don't you have anything 
	useful to tell me?

		STARCK
	I've got a theory.

Miller stops.

		MILLER
	Go ahead.

		STARCK
	There was a another surge in the bio-
	readings right before you... you saw 
	what you saw. We picked up a similar 
	readings right before the Clarke was 
	damaged. What if there were a 
	connection between the two? The 
	gravity waves, the hallucination, 
	all part of an defensive reaction, 
	like an immune system...

Miller starts walking again.

		MILLER
	I don't need to hear this.

She rushes to follow.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 2

Miller and Starck enter the Airlock Bay:

		STARCK
	You've got to listen...

		MILLER
	To what? What are you saying? This 
	ship is alive?

		STARCK
	I didn't say that, I said the bio-
	readings correspond to what happened 
	to you, the ship is reacting to us...

		MILLER
	We're hanging on by our fingernails 
	and you're giving me bullshit 
	stories...

She grabs him by the arm.

		STARCK
	It's not bullshit, it's the only 
	conclusion the data supports...

		MILLER
	Starck, do you know how crazy that 
	sounds? It's impossible.

		STARCK
	I know that.

Beat. Miller allows himself to relax.

		MILLER
	If you knew it was impossible, then 
	why'd you waste my time?

		STARCK
	I thought you wanted an answer. And 
	that's the only one I have.

Miller pulls an EVA suit from the wall, starts putting it 
on.

		MILLER
	What I want is to survive the next 
	ten hours.

		STARCK
		(checks her watch)
	Nine hours and twenty-two minutes.

		MILLER
	I'm going outside to work on the 
	Clark. And Starck... don't tell anyone 
	what you just told me. We've got 
	enough to worry about.

She nods. He locks his helmet into place.

							CUT TO:

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - MODEL

Establish.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR

The ship seems to breathe. The lights flicker...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

ANOTHER ANGLE. The ship seems to breathe. The lights 
flicker...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

ANOTHER ANGLE. The ship seems to breathe. The lights 
flicker...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Peters has fallen asleep in her chair.

On the threshold of hearing, a distant POUNDING. Not a 
heartbeat. Metal on metal. Something trying to get out. 
Something trying to get in.

Peters wakes with a start.

		PETERS
	Justin...?

She turns. Justin lies on the floor in a heap, completely 
covered by his sheet. She crosses to him. Pulls back the 
sheet...

Revealing empty nitrogen tanks.

		PETERS
	Justin!

She looks up, eyes widening, as...

The IV bottles fill with blood. Blood fills the X-ray 
lightboxes, it surges up from gutters in the floor...

And the pounding grows louder... LOUDER... almost to 
Medical...

The spell breaks and she RUNS...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR

Peters sprints, the SOUND BOOMING after her, almost on her 
heels...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE ANTECHAMBER

Peters darts into the Bridge Antechamber. She SLAMS the 
pressure door shut behind her, CUTTING OFF the sound.

She turns. Weir, DJ, Starck look up from their work, staring 
at her.

		DJ
	What's wrong?

		PETERS
	You didn't hear it? You must have 
	heard it!

		STARCK
	Heard what?

Beat. Peters starts to LAUGH, part hysteria, part relief.

		PETERS
	Oh... nothing...

DJ crosses to Peters, concerned.

		DJ
	Sit down...

As he reaches out to touch her...

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. POUNDING ON THE DOOR ITSELF

Peters SCREAMS. DJ clutches her to him, backs away from the 
door.

The POUNDING grows louder. LOUDER. The door vibrates with 
each blow Starck puts her hands over her ears. Peters SCREAMS 
at the door.

		PETERS
	Stop it! Stop it!

But the POUNDING intensifies, metal GROANING under incredible 
pressure.

		DJ
		(shouting to be heard)
	What is it?

Weir slowly walks to the door.

		STARCK
	What are you doing?

		WEIR
	It wants me. I have to go.

He reaches for the door.

		STARCK
	No...!

Starck grabs him. He tries to shake her off, but she traps 
his arm in a wrist-lock. He turns on her, his face furious...

...and the POUNDING stops. They remain frozen for a moment. 
Afraid to breathe.

Weir shakes the trance.

		STARCK
	In our current environment, Dr. Weir, 
	self-control is an asset.

		WEIR
	I'm alright. Please.

In the distance, the POUNDING begins again. Moving away from 
them.

The ship systems station BEEPS. A warning light flashes on 
the console.

		STARCK
	What is it?

		WEIR
	The forward airlock.

		STARCK
		(into radio)
	Miller, Smith, Cooper, any of you in 
	the airlock?

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	That's a negative, Starck.

		PETERS
		(realization)
	Justin.

Peters, Starck and DJ rush from the Bridge, leaving Weir 
behind.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR NO. 2 - WITH 
AIRLOCKS

Peters leads Starck and DJ down the corridor towards the 
Forward Airlock bay. They round a corner in time to see a 
figure moving in the Airlock.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 3

They race into the bay even as Justin steps into the Airlock. 
He is naked.

		PETERS
	Justin, no!

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

Justin turns and stares through them with cold eyes. He 
reaches out to the airlock control.

The pressure door shuts with a HISS.

							CUT TO:

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

Miller, Smith and Cooper cling to the Lewis and Clark's hull. 
They carefully remove an access panel, revealing scorched 
wiring.

		COOPER
	We'll have to re-route through the 
	port conduit to the APU.

		SMITH
	What about the accumulator...?

Starck's VOICE breaks in:

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Miller, come in...

		MILLER
	What's going on in there, Starck?

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Justin's in the airlock.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 3

Starck at the intercom. The others huddle by the door.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	What?

		STARCK
	He's awake, he's in the airlock, 
	he's not wearing a suit.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

		MILLER
		(to Cooper)
	Stay here! Don't stop working!

		COOPER
	But Justin...

		MILLER
	I'll get him.

Miller swings his body around, heads across the umbilicus to 
the Event Horizon. He moves in great leaps, using the magnetic 
plates in his gloves and boots to keep from drifting off 
into Neptune's thin atmosphere.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 3

Starck works the airlock control panel without success.

		STARCK
	He's engaged the override.

		PETERS
	Can you shut it down?

She opens the Airlock access panel.

		STARCK
	I'll try. DJ, you better get your 
	bag of tricks.

DJ nods, runs off. Peters bangs on the Airlock door.

		PETERS
	Justin! Open the door!

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

Peters' voice barely penetrates the pressure door:

		PETERS
		(muffled)
	Open the door!

Justin turns off the artificial gravity. He begins to float 
gently.

							CUT TO:

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - (MILLER'S CROSSING)

Miller moves like a frantic spider across the surface of the 
Event Horizon.

		MILLER
	I'm on my way, Starck.

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(radio)
	You better hurry. He's engaged the 
	override, we can't open the inner 
	door.

Miller curses under his breath, moves even faster...

							BACK TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

Peters, against the window:

		PETERS
		(muffled)
	The door, Justin! Open the door!

He fixes his gaze upon the outer airlock door. And beyond 
it, space. He speaks in a flat monotone:

		JUSTIN
	Did you hear it?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 3

They are stunned to hear his voice. Peters answers:

		PETERS
	Yes. Yes, Justin, we heard it.

		STARCK
	Keep him talking.

		PETERS
	Do you know what it was?

		JUSTIN
		(muffled)
	It gets inside you. It shows you 
	things... horrible things...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

		JUSTIN
	...can't describe it... there are no 
	words...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Weir sits alone, listening to the VOICES on the intercom.

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	What, Justin, what shows you?

		JUSTIN (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	It won't stop, it goes on and on and 
	on...

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	What does?

		JUSTIN (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	The dark inside me.

A LOW MOAN escapes Weir's lips. He cradles his head in his 
hands.

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - (MILLER'S CROSSING)

Miller races across the surface of the Event Horizon, the 
only sounds, his LABOURED BREATHING, and Justin's tortured 
VOICE, patched through on his radio:

		JUSTIN (O.S.)
		(radio)
	...It's inside and it eats and eats 
	until there's nothing left.

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(radio)
	"The dark inside..."? I don't 
	understand.

		JUSTIN (O.S.)
		(radio)
	From the Other Place...

							BACK TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

		JUSTIN
	The other crew, they're there, they're 
	waiting for me. They're waiting for 
	you. I won't go back there... I 
	won't...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 3

Peters presses her face against the Airlock window, trying 
to calm him:

		PETERS
	Justin, look at me. Look at me. Open 
	this door.

DJ runs up with his medkit.

		STARCK
	I don't think she can talk him down. 
	We need a sedative.

		DJ
	If he opens the outer door he'll 
	turn inside-out.

Starck's hands fly as she re-wires the circuits. Sweat beads 
her face.

		STARCK
	Almost got it.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(muffled)
	Come on, Baby-bear, open this door...

Justin looks at her with dead eyes. He reaches out to gently 
touch the glass between them.

		JUSTIN
	If you could see the things I've 
	seen, you wouldn't try to stop me. 
	You'd come with me.

Justin's hand moves to the OUTER AIRLOCK DOOR control. 
Hesitates... then floats to the OUTER AIRLOCK control. Hits 
it.

		PETERS
		(muffled)
	NOOO!

A yellow warning light flashes. A warning klaxon WHOOPS, 
deafening.

Justin jerks his hands to his ears, closes his eyes...

		COMPUTER
	Stand-by for decompression. Thirty 
	seconds...

Justin opens his eyes as if waking from a dream...

		JUSTIN
	Hey, Mama-Bear... what are doing...?

And then he realizes where he is...and what is about to 
happen.

		JUSTIN
	Oh my god OH MY GOD...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 3

		PETERS
	Starck!

		STARCK
	I can't! The inner door can't open 
	once the outer door has been 
	triggered, it would decompress the 
	entire ship!

		JUSTIN
		(muffled)
	You gotta open, you gotta stop it, 
	please...

		PETERS
	We have to do something, oh God...

		STARCK
		(into radio)
	Skipper, Justin just activated the 
	door. It's on a thirty second delay...

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - (MILLER'S CROSSING)

Miller moves through the Event Horizon superstructure, 
recklessly leaping from one beam to another, trying to build 
up speed.

		MILLER
	Patch me through to him.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Justin.

		JUSTIN
	Skipper, you gotta help me...

		COMPUTER
	Twenty seconds.

		JUSTIN
	...tell them to open the door...

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	They can't do that Justin, now listen 
	carefully...

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

Miller moves faster and faster, his BREATH echoing in his 
helmet. He can see the exterior airlock just beyond a deep 
chasm in the ship's superstructure. If he misses this jump, 
Justin will not be the only man to die today.

He doesn't hesitate but leaps, soaring across the chasm 
towards the airlock.

		JUSTIN
		(radio)
	...I don't want to die...!

		MILLER
	You're not going to die! Not today! 
	I want you to do exactly as I say 
	and I'm gonna get you out of there, 
	alright?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

		JUSTIN
	But I can't... I gotta get out of 
	here... Skipper, please...

		MILLER
		(radio)
	Justin. I won't let you die.

Miller's words give Justin hope. He regains some control.

		JUSTIN
	Okay... okay...

Justin breathes hard and follows Miller's hurried 
instructions:

		MILLER
		(radio)
	Tuck yourself into a crouched 
	position, shut your eyes as tight as 
	you can!

		STARCK
	Five seconds.

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 3

Miller lands on the superstructure opposite the exterior 
airlock.

		MILLER
		(radio)
	Exhale everything you got, Baby Bear, 
	we can't have any air in those lungs, 
	blow it all out...

INT. EVENT HORIZON -- AIRLOCK NO. 3

Justin goes into a fetal crouch and covers his eyes.

		JUSTIN
	Oh god --

He wheezes out all his air...

EXT. EVENT HORIZON -- AIRLOCK NO. 3

Miller squats on the girder, ready to push off. He focuses 
on the 5 meters of space between him and the airlock...

The outer doors OPEN...

The rush of escaping atmosphere carries Justin's body out...

Miller pushes off... catches Justin's body... sending them 
both back towards the open Airlock...

Ice forms on Justin's body. His veins bulge. Blood fountains 
from his noise and mouth, forming a red icicle over his face.

Miller pulls him into the Airlock. Five seconds have passed 
since the airlock door opened.

INT. EVENT HORIZON -- AIRLOCK NO. 3

Miller closes the Airlock behind them. Air HISSES into the 
chamber. Justin's body hits the deck as "normal" gravity 
exerts itself.

Miller opens the Inner Door. Peters and DJ rush in.

		PETERS
	Oh God... Justin...

DJ puts a tube in the Justin's mouth immediately, feeding 
him oxygen.

		PETERS
	I've got a pulse, he's alive...

		DJ
	Pressure?

		PETERS
	90 over 50 and falling... .

		DJ
	He's crashing...

Blood bubbles from Justin's mouth and eyes. He GASPS, then 
SCREAMS, spraying blood from his mouth.

		DJ
	He can breathe. That's good. Let's 
	get him to Medical, go, go!

Starck helps DJ and Peters carry Justin from the Airlock. 
Miller sits there, exhausted. Reaches up and pulls his helmet 
off.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON -- BRIDGE

Weir listens to

		DJ (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Intubate, pure oxygen feed, get the 
	nitrogen out of his blood...

		PETERS (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	His peritoneum has ruptured...

		DJ (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	One thing at a time, let's keep him 
	breathing. Start the drip, 15cc's 
	fibrinogen, Christ, he's bleeding 
	out...

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON -- GRAVITY COUCH BAY

One of the tanks has been activated. Swaddled in bandages, 
Justin floats within, suspended in green gel. The others -- 
DJ, Starck, Peters, Miller, Weir -- look exhausted.

		DJ
	He'll live... if we ever make it 
	back.

		MILLER
	We'll make it.

		STARCK
	CO2 levels will reach toxic levels 
	in four hours.

Peters stands, looking at Justin's ravaged form floating in 
the tank.

		MILLER
		(gently)
	Peters. We need to know what happened 
	to the crew. Before it happens to 
	us.

		PETERS
		(weakly)
	I'll get back to the log. But on the 
	bridge, I won't go back, back in 
	there...

		MILLER
	Thanks.

Peters exits.

		STARCK
	Justin said something about, "The 
	dark inside me..." What did he mean?

		WEIR
	It means nothing.

		MILLER
	Is that your "expert opinion?" The 
	only answer we've had out of you is 
	"I don't know."

		WEIR
	Justin just tried to kill himself. 
	The man is clearly insane.

		DJ
	How would you explain your own 
	behavior?

		WEIR
	What?

		STARCK
	On the bridge. You said "it" wanted 
	you.

Weir glances at Justin...

INT. EVENT HORIZON -- GRAVITY COUCH BAY -- POV OF CLAIRE

But it's not Justin in the tank. It's his wife CLAIRE, naked, 
wet, dead. Weir stares at her.

INT. EVENT HORIZON -- GRAVITY COUCH BAY

		WEIR
	I said that?

		DJ
	Yes. You did.

Weir blinks. Justin floats in the grav couch. Weir turns 
back to the others.

		WEIR
	I don't remember saying that.
		(covers with a joke)
	Maybe I'm insane, too.

Weir exits.

INT. EVENT HORIZON -- GENERIC CORRIDOR

Miller follows Weir out of the Gravity Couch Bay.

		MILLER
	I want to know what caused that noise. 
	I want to know why one of my crew 
	tried to throw himself out of the 
	airlock.

		WEIR
	Thermal changes in the hull could 
	have caused the metal to expand and 
	contract very suddenly, causing 
	reverberations --

		MILLER
		(exploding)
	That's bullshit and you know it! You 
	built this fucking ship and all I've 
	heard from you is bullshit!

		WEIR
	What do you want me to say?

		MILLER
	You said this ship creates a 
	gateway...

		WEIR
	Yes...

		MILLER
	To what? Where did this ship go? 
	Where did you send it?

		WEIR
	I don't know...

		MILLER
	Where has it been for the past seven 
	years?

		WEIR
	I don't know...

		MILLER
	The "Other Place," what is that...?

		WEIR
	I DON'T KNOW!
		(beat, calm again)
	I don't know. There's a lot of things 
	going on here that I don't understand. 
	Truth takes time.

		MILLER
	That's exactly what we don't have, 
	Doctor.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR

Miller moves through the maze of the ship, heading for the 
Bridge.

As he reaches a junction, he hears...

...A DISTANT CRY...

		VOICE (O.S.)
	Don't leave me...!

Miller wheels like a cat, staring wildly down the branching 
corridors.

Nothing. He is alone. Miller leans against the wall, sinks 
to the floor, rests his head in his hands.

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL

The grotesque ship continues it's orbit as the moon Triton 
eclipses the sun. Darkness swallows all.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

DJ enters, checks Justin's display.

		MILLER (O.S.)
	Any change?

DJ turns, surprised. Miller sits, barely visible in the dark.

		DJ
	No. No change.
		(beat)
	I've analyzed Justin's blood samples. 
	There's no evidence of excessive 
	levels of carbon dioxide. Or anything 
	else out of ordinary.

A grim LAUGH from Miller.

		MILLER
	Of course not. Justin just climbed 
	into the airlock because he felt 
	like it. Just one of those things.
		(beat)
	I swore I'd never lose another man. 
	I came close today. Real close.

		DJ
	"Another man?" Who?

Miller nods, pulls his service medal from beneath his 
jumpsuit.

		MILLER
	It was on the Goliath. There was 
	this bosun, Corrick, a young guy, a 
	lot like Justin. Edmund Corrick, 
	from Decatur, Georgia. He got caught 
	when the pressure doors sealed, one 
	closed on his arm. Severed it at the 
	wrist. The pain of that must have 
	been... He passed out and...

Miller trails off. DJ waits patiently. Finally:

		MILLER
	I, I tried to go back for him, to 
	save him, but I couldn't get to him 
	in time. The fire... Have you ever 
	seen fire in zero-gravity? It's like 
	a liquid, it slides over everything. 
	It was like a wave breaking over 
	him, a wave of fire. And then he was 
	gone.
		(beat)
	I never told anyone until now. But 
	this ship knew, DJ. It knows about 
	the Goliath, it knows about Corrick. 
	It knows our secrets. It knows what 
	we're afraid of.
		(beat, wan smile)
	And now you're going to tell me it's 
	carbon dioxide.

		DJ
	No.

Miller sees something in DJ's expression.

		MILLER
	What is it?

		DJ
	I've been listening to the 
	transmission. And I think Houston 
	made a mistake in the translation.

		MILLER
	Go on.

DJ plays the recording again. Stops it abruptly.

		DJ
	They thought it said, "Liberatis 
	me," "Save me," but it's not "me." 
	It's "tutemet:" "Save yourself."

		MILLER
	It's not a distress call. It's a 
	warning.

		DJ
	It gets worse.

Miller stares at him.

		DJ
	It's very hard to make out, but listen 
	to this final part.

He plays the recording again.

		DJ
	Do you hear it? Right there.

		MILLER
	Hear what?

		DJ
	It sounds like "ex infera:" "ex," 
	from; "infera," the ablative case of 
	"inferi." "Hell."

		MILLER
	"Save yourself. From Hell."
		(beat)
	What are you saying, are you saying 
	that this ship is possessed?

		DJ
	No. I don't believe in that sort of 
	thing.
		(beat)
	But if Dr. Weir is right, this ship 
	has passed beyond the boundaries of 
	our universe, of reality. Who knows 
	where this ship has been... What 
	it's seen...
		(beat)
	And what it's brought back with it.

DJ looks at Miller. He does not have an answer. The intercom 
CRACKLES:

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Captain Miller, we're ready to 
	repressurize the Clark.

		MILLER
		(into intercom)
	On my way.

							CUT TO:

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Miller stands in his EVA suit in the darkened bridge. He 
twists a manual valve.

		MILLER
	Alright, Cooper.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

Cooper looks at Smith.

		COOPER
	Cross your fingers.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

A moment later, mist flows from the vents into the bridge, 
filling it with atmosphere. Miller watches the pressure rise 
on his suit gauge.

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(radio)
	It's holding... She's holding...!

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(radio)
	We're still venting trace gasses, 
	gimme twenty minutes to plug the 
	hole.

		MILLER
	You got it, Coop.

Miller removes his helmet. Breathes deep.

		MILLER
	Back in business.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Peters sits in front of the screen. The log is still 
distorted.

Frustrated, she types in a series of instructions. Get to 
her feet.

		PETERS
	You got any coffee?

		STARCK
	It's cold.

		PETERS
	I don't care.

Behind Peters, the process refines, accelerates... pieces 
coming together like a jigsaw...

Peters turns around. Sees the screen. The coffee slips from 
her hand to the floor.

		PETERS
		(tiny voice)
	Starck...

Starck turns, sees the screen.

		PETERS
	Sweet Jesus. Miller... MILLER!

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Miller, Starck, DJ watch the video. Peters turns away, 
miserable. Unable to watch...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE THE VIDEO SCREEN

still distorted by static and roll, but finally lucid: FOUR 
ORIGINAL CREW of the Event Horizon. On the Bridge.

ONE MAN dislocates his shoulder with a WET POPPING sound as 
he shoves his arm down his own throat. Blood bubbles from 
his nose. With a SHUCKING sound, he pulls his stomach out 
his mouth...

Behind him, a MAN and WOMAN fuck, covered with blood. She 
bites through his neck. His head lolls to the other side. 
She buries her face in the torn flesh as he thrusts into her 
again and again...

Presiding over them, KILPACK. His eyes are bloody holes. His 
hands reach out in offering. In the palms of his hands, his 
eyes.

Kilpack opens his mouth and speaks with an INHUMAN VOICE.

		KILPACK
	Liberatis tutemet ex infera...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Miller switches off the video. No one says anything.

		MILLER
	We're leaving.

		WEIR
	You can't, your orders are specific...

		MILLER
	"...to rescue the crew and salvage 
	the ship." The crew is dead, Dr. 
	Weir. This ship killed them. And now 
	it's killing us.

		WEIR
	You're insane. You've lost your mind.

		MILLER
	Maybe you're right. But it's still 
	my command, and I have leeway to 
	abort when I feel there is an 
	unacceptable threat to my crew. And 
	I think there is.
		(beat)
	Starck, download all the files from 
	the Event Horizon's computers. Coop, 
	Smith, finish moving the CO2 scrubbers 
	back onto the Clark.

		WEIR
		(stammering)
	Don't... don't do this...

		MILLER
	It's done.

							CUT TO:

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK

Peters enters, carrying heavy CO2 scrubbers. Smith stops 
her.

		SMITH
	What's going on, sweethearts?

		PETERS
	CO2 scrubbers for the Clark. Miller 
	pulled the plug on the mission.

Smith smiles.

		SMITH
	About goddam time.

Sequence omitted from original script.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

Weir follows Miller down the Corridor.

		WEIR
	What about my ship?

		MILLER
	We will take the Lewis and Clark to 
	a safe distance and then launch tac 
	missiles at the Event Horizon until 
	I am satisfied that she has been 
	destroyed.
		(beat)
	Fuck this ship.

		WEIR
	You... You can't do that!

		MILLER
	Watch me.

Miller turns to walk away. Weir grabs Miller, wheeling him 
around, almost frenzied.

		WEIR
	You can't kill her, I won't let you! 
	I lost her once, I will not lose her 
	again...!

Miller shoves Weir back into the wall. The two stare at each 
other. Adversaries...

The lights cut to emergency lighting.

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Miller, come in ...

Miller finds the intercom:

		MILLER
	Starck, what the hell is going on?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Starck peers at the Engineering board:

		STARCK
		(into intercom)
	We just lost main power again.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

Miller and Weir are barely visible in the darkness.

		MILLER
	Goddammit! Starck, get those files 
	and vacate. I want off this ship.

He releases the intercom.

Weir's voice is a WHISPER as he backs into the shadows.

		WEIR
	You can't leave. She won't let you.

		MILLER
	Just get your gear back onto the 
	Lewis and Clark, doctor, or you'll 
	find yourself looking for a ride 
	home.

Weir is swallowed by the darkness.

		WEIR (O.S.)
	I am home.

REGULAR LIGHTING snaps on...

Miller looks around. Dr. Weir has vanished.

		MILLER
	Weir? WEIR!

He slams the intercom:

		MILLER
	All hands. Dr. Weir is missing. I 
	want him found and restrained.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Starck gathers all the files and disks. Shuts down the 
consoles, one by one.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Smith and Peters finish removing CO2 scrubbers from panels 
in the walls.

		SMITH
	Let's go, let's go, this place freaks 
	me out...

		PETERS
	Last one.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

Peters follows Smith down the First Containment towards the 
Main Access Corridor, carrying the last case of scrubbers. 
She begins to lag behind.

A GIGGLE echoes down the First Containment.

		PETERS
		(whisper)
	Denny?

She turns back to the Second Containment...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT POV PETERS

A SMALL FIGURE dashes through the darkness in the Second 
Containment. Denny...?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

		PETERS
	Smith.

Peters turns, but Smith is already out of sight. She 
hesitates. Moves back towards Second Containment.

Again, Peters hears the GIGGLE of a child. The SCRAPE of 
metal on metal. She slowly moves forward...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

...into the darkness of the Second Containment. Peters sees 
an open access panel. She looks inside.

PETERS' POV - ACCESS DUCT

A narrow tube, vanishing into darkness. A YOUNG CHILD'S VOICE 
echoes from far away:

		DENNY (O.S.)
	Mommy...

PETERS

ducks her head and enters the access duct.

		PETERS
	Denny...?

							CUT TO:

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

Miller sits at Justin's engineering position. Flips a series 
of switches...

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

Cooper works on the patch as the ship's running lights come 
on in sequence...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - BRIDGE

The bridge lights flicker, illuminate...

		MILLER
		(to his ship)
	Thank you.

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(radio)
	Captain, we got a problem.

		MILLER
	Now what?

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

SMITH AND MILLER

		SMITH
	She was right behind me, I turn 
	around, she's gone. She could be 
	anywhere.

		MILLER
	Alright. Prep the Clark for launch. 
	I'll find her.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - DENNY'S DUCT

Peters moves through the duct. Reaches a junction. Anything 
could be with her, there in the dark.

A child's WHISPER, too faint for words. Peters turns...

Behind her, FOREGROUND, a YOUNG CHILD dashes across the 
corridor.

Peters turns back. Too late to see. Again, the child's WHISPER 
draws her onward.

		PETERS
	Denny? Denny, come to Mommy...

FAINT LAUGHTER is her only answer. She follows the sound, 
now climbing into a vertical shaft that takes her higher and 
higher...

		PETERS
	Hold on, Denny, Mommy's coming...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - DENNY'S DUCT - CATWALK

Peters pulls herself up from the vertical shaft onto a catwalk 
that snakes between huge oily machinery, just in time to 
see...

A SMALL CHILD running, disappearing into the gloom ahead.

		PETERS
	Denny?

She runs forward into a junction. The lights flicker red.

		PETERS
	Denny...?

		DENNY
	Mommy...

Her son can barely be seen in the flickering darkness ahead.

		PETERS
	You can walk... Denny, you can walk... 
	oh, my baby...

		DENNY
	Wanna show you, Mommy, wanna show 
	you something...

He reaches his arms out to her...

Peters steps forward, reaching for her son...

...falling into an open access hatch, hidden in the dark...

INT. DENNY'S DUCT - (VERTICAL TUBE)

...a twenty meter drop...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Peters hits hard, lies before the Core, an offering of flesh 
and blood. Her legs twist beneath her, shattered; blood pools 
around her head. Her chest heaves: still alive.

		PETERS
		(bloody gasp)
	Denny...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - DENNY'S DUCT - TUBE SECTION

Denny peers down from the top of the shaft and GIGGLES. CLAPS 
his hands in childlike glee.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

Weir wanders into First Containment, brooding.

		WEIR
		(to himself)
	I won't. I won't leave. This is my 
	ship.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Weir enters the Second Containment. Freezes as he sees...

Peters body lying twisted and broken before the Core.

		WEIR
	Oh no. Peters...?

He rushes to Peters. Reaches out to touch her but pulls his 
hand back. Her eyes are black, eight-ball hemorrhage darkening 
the irises. She is dead.

		WEIR
	Why did you do that? You didn't have 
	to do that...

		CLAIRE (O.S.)
	Billy.

Weir looks up from Peters' corpse.

CLAIRE stands before the Core. She is naked. Her skin is 
pale and beautiful and cold and wet. Her hair hangs in her 
face, covering her milk-white eyes...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

Claire stands naked before the bathroom mirror. Behind her, 
the tub steams...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT - (SEX AND SUICIDE 
INTERCUT)

Weir stares at Claire in shock. She walks to him. Slowly.

She stops in front of him. Her arms hang at her sides. He 
must reach for her.

He does, putting his hands on her hips. He slides from his 
chair to the floor to his knees. He presses his face to her 
pale belly and cries. SOBS wrack his body...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...and in the bathroom, she clutches Weir's straight-razor...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

She reaches down. Slowly, her arms cradle his head. She slides 
down on him. Straddles him.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...Claire slips into the steaming water...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

He raises his head to her breasts. His eyes, closed. She 
remains unnaturally still, only her hips rocking back and 
forth.

Weir's mouth opens, GASPS as he enters her...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...and the razor bites her skin...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

She caresses his face. Lifts his face to hers. Her mouth is 
slack. Her hair hangs in front of her eyes.

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT

...Claire floats dead in the red water, eyes open, hair 
billowing around her head like a halo...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Weir gazes up at her, transfixed. He takes her hand and raises 
it to his face. She caresses his cheek. And reaches for his 
eyes...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

A MUFFLED SCREAM rips through the Second Containment Seal. 
It begins as a human sound and ends as something else, an 
alien CRY of rage.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

The CRY echoes down the Main Corridor.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

DJ packs up blood samples. He raises his head at the sound 
of the CRY.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Starck GASPS as the CRY resounds through the bridge.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Miller turns in the direction of the CRY. He begins to move 
down the Corridor, towards the source.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - HULL SECTION

Cooper examines the weld on the baffle plate. It's solid.

		COOPER
	Solid as a rock.
		(into his radio)
	Hey, Smith...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK

		COOPER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Smith, clear that airlock, man, I'm 
	coming in.

		SMITH
	Roger that.

Smith carries another load of supplies. Movement out of the 
corner of his eye...

He turns in time to see Weir disappear around a corner inside 
the Event Horizon.

		SMITH
	Dr. Weir! Hey, get your ass back on 
	board! Dr. Weir!

No response.

Smith keys the radio.

		SMITH
	Skipper, come in...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Miller jogs down the Main Corridor. An INTERCOM gets his 
attention:

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Skipper...

		MILLER
		(into intercom)
	What is it, Smith?

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	I just saw Weir, I think he was 
	messing around on the Clark.

Something SPARKS and SIZZLES in the dim light, catching 
Miller's eye. He looks up...

One of the EXPLOSIVE CHARGES has been removed from the its 
mounting in the Corridor.

		MILLER
	Smith, get out of there...

		SMITH (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Come again, Skipper?

		MILLER
	One of the explosives is missing 
	from the corridor. I think Weir may 
	have put it on the Clark.

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - AIRLOCK

Smith's eyes open wide.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Get off the Clark now and wait for 
	me at the airlock.

		SMITH
	No, no, we just got her back 
	together...

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Get out of there now!

But Smith has already left the airlock...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - QUARTERS

...entering the Quarters, tearing through storage lockers.

		SMITH
	Where is it, where is it...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - WITH AIRLOCKS

		MILLER
	Smith? Smith! Fuck!

Miller races down the corridor towards the airlock, towards 
his ship...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - QUARTERS

A BEEPING sound catches Smith's attention. He follows the 
sound to a storage compartment. Rifles through it.

		SMITH
	I gotcha... I gotcha...

The BEEPS are coming closer and closer together.

Smith grabs a duffel.

		SMITH
	I gotcha.

Opens it. He sees the EXPLOSIVE CHARGE from the Event Horizon 
even as the BEEPS become a steady TONE. He closes his eyes 
and SIGHS...

INT. LEWIS AND CLARK - EXPLOSION

WHITE LIGHT. A MASSIVE EXPLOSION...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED 
UMBILICUS)

Miller enters the docking bay even as a HUGE BLAST knocks 
him back.

		MILLER
	NOOO!

Safety doors close, sealing off the airlock and preventing 
loss of pressure.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - MODEL

The SILENT EXPLOSION tears the Lewis and Clark into two 
pieces, spiralling away from each other and from the Event 
Horizon. Metal shards, like confetti, fill the space between 
them.

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - EXPLODED HULL SECTION

Cooper clings to the forward section, watching the Event 
Horizon recede as he tumbles into space. His FRENZIED 
BREATHING is the only sound.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED 
UMBILICUS)

Miller gets to his feet. Stares out the window upon the 
wreckage of his ship, spiralling away. He hits the intercom 
with his forearm.

		MILLER
	DJ. The Clark's gone. Smith and Cooper 
	are dead.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

		DJ
	What happened?

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Weir. He used one of the explosives 
	from the Corridor.

The door opens behind DJ. The lights go out. DJ turns...

Face to face with Weir...

Blood crusts Weir's cheekbones, his mouth. He has no eyes. 
Only clotted, empty sockets.

DJ opens his mouth to SCREAM. Weir grabs DJ by the throat, 
cutting him off.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED 
UMBILICUS)

		MILLER
	DJ, you read me?

DJ does not answer. The CRASH of glass and steel resonates 
over the intercom.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

Too dark to see... glimpses of violent motion in the stainless 
steel cabinets... the sounds of STRUGGLE continue...

...then something WET... and the struggle stops.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	DJ? DJ, come in...

Finally, Weir emerges from the gloom. He searches among the 
surgical instruments until his blood caked hands find a 
needle... and thread...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK BAY NO. 1 - (TATTERED 
UMBILICUS)

Miller, at the intercom. He tries another channel.

		MILLER
	Peters...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

Peters body lies before the Core. The intercom CRACKLES.

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Peters, are you there?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - AIRLOCK NO. 1 - (TATTERED UMBILICUS)

		MILLER
		(growing panic)
	Starck, do you read me? Starck...?

But it is Weir who answers. His voice sounds thick, choked 
with dirt.

		WEIR (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	I told you... She won't let you 
	leave...

		MILLER
	Son of a bitch!

Miller yanks open a storage locker full of zero-G tool. Lifts 
a nailgun. Chambers a round.

							CUT TO:

EXT. LEWIS AND CLARK - EXPLODED HULL SECTION

Cooper watches the Event Horizon fall farther and farther 
away.

He checks his oxygen gauge. One tank full, one tank at half.

Cooper twists his backpack around, giving him access to the 
oxygen tanks. He seals off his primary hose and disconnects 
the full tank. His gauge immediately goes to "Yellow - 
Reserve."

Cooper points the full tank away from the Event Horizon and 
OPENS IT...

The blast of pressurized air pushes him towards the ship, 
leaving the wreckage of the Lewis and Clark behind.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR

Miller races through the corridors to Medical...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE

...and finds DJ, suspended above the table, neatly dissected. 
His organs have been laid out carefully before him on the 
steel table.

		MILLER
	Oh my God.

DJ raises his head.

		DJ
		(whisper)
	Please...

		MILLER
	Oh, God, DJ, what do I... how do 
	I...

		DJ
	Please... kill...

		MILLER
	Oh God...

Miller raises the nailgun with trembling hands. FIRES.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE

Miller approaches the door to the Bridge. It is open...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Miller stands in the doorway. A figure sits at the helm. 
Miller aims the nailgun.

		MILLER
	Weir.

The figure doesn't move. Miller slowly circles around the 
helm...

It's Starck. Bound with wire in a sadomasochistic pose, 
unconscious.

		MILLER
	Hold on... Get you outta these...

Miller kneels in front of her, puts down the nailgun, loosens 
the cords. She BREATHES in ragged gasps, opens his eyes...

Then stops. She stares over Miller's shoulder like a deer 
caught in the headlights.

Miller looks behind him...

WEIR STANDS THERE, STARING WITH EYES SEWN SHUT.

Miller reaches for the gun...

Weir hits him, sending Miller across the bridge into a 
bulkhead. Weir picks up the nailgun, examines it.

Miller slowly gets to his feet.

		MILLER
	Your eyes...

		WEIR
	I don't need them anymore. Where 
	we're going, we won't need eyes to 
	see.

		MILLER
	What are you talking about?

		WEIR
	Do you know what a singularity is, 
	Miller? Does your mind truly fathom 
	what a black hole is?
		(beat)
	It is NOTHING. Absolute and eternal 
	NOTHING. And if God is Everything, 
	then I have seen the Devil.
		(a dead man's grin)
	It's a liberating experience.

With his free hand, Weir reaches for the navigation console. 
Flips a series of switches with gore caked fingers.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE (ENLARGED CONSOLE)

The display lights up.

		COMPUTER
	Gravity drive primed. Do you wish to 
	engage?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

		MILLER
	What are you doing?

Weir grins as he flips the final switch.

		COMPUTER
	Gravity drive engaged. Activation in 
	T-minus ten minutes.

Miller lunges for the nailgun. Weir raises the nailgun to 
point at Miller's face. Miller slowly backs away.

		MILLER
	If you miss me, you'll blow out the 
	hull. You'll die too.

		WEIR
	What makes you think I'll miss?

Miller sees something out of the corner of his eye...

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Cooper. Outside, braced in the viewport bracket.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Weir spins and FIRES at Cooper. The nail lodges in the thick 
quartz glass. A web of cracks spreads out from the bullet, 
the glass SHRIEKING under the pressure.

Weir takes a step towards the window, raises the gun to fire 
again.

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

Miller dives for the door. Before Weir can fire,

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE WINDOW (HANGING SECTION)

the window EXPLODES outward.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE

The ship HOWLS as air rushes out, ripping Weir off his feet. 
Weir catches himself in the broken window, trying to pull 
himself back in...

A monitor tears free, SMASHES into him. HE IS SUCKED OUT.

Miller pulls himself through the door as it begins to shut. 
He is safe...

		STARCK (O.S.)
	Don't leave me!

Miller turns. Starck clings to a console, barely able to 
resist the winds that try to suck her into the void.

		STARCK
		(gasping for air)
	Please... help, help me...

Miller hesitates, looking from Starck back into the safety 
of the ship. The door continues to shut. In seconds, he will 
be safe. And she will be dead.

Miller YELLS and rips a compressor from its mount, wedges it 
in the door to keep it open. He keeps one hand on the door, 
reaches the other hand to Starck.

		MILLER
	Give me your hand! Your hand!

She does. Frost forms on their bodies as the air cools. Their 
veins begin to bulge, blood pulses from their noses. He YELLS 
with exertion...

...drags her to the door... through the door...

...as the compressor tears free, sucked into space...

...and the door SNAPS shut, missing them by a fraction.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE

Starck and Miller collapse against the door. A moment passes 
between them. Just happy to be breathing...

...and then the AIRLOCK KLAXON goes off.

		MILLER
	The forward airlock.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR

Starck and Miller race towards the Forward Airlock Bay.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FORWARD AIRLOCK BAY NO. 4

They enter, see a humanoid shape moving in the strobing light 
of the airlock.

		STARCK
	Weir can't be alive.

		MILLER
	Whatever was on that bridge wasn't 
	Weir.

Miller looks around for a weapon. Pulls a zero-G bolt cutter 
from the wall. Wields it like a bat.

		MILLER
	Stay behind me.

The inner airlock door releases with a HISS. Swings open...

Cooper tumbles through, clawing at his helmet.

		STARCK
	Cooper!

Starck rushes to him, takes his helmet off.

He SUCKS air in, COUGHS it out.

		COOPER
	Let me breathe, let me breathe...

		STARCK
	You're okay now, it's over...

		MILLER
		(sees something)
	It's not over. It's just starting.

Starck follows Miller's gaze to a workstations's flashing 
display: GRAVITY DRIVE ENGAGED. ACTIVATION 00:06:43:01...

		MILLER
	Weir activated the drive. He's sending 
	us to the Other Place.

		STARCK
	We've got to shut it down, we've got 
	to...

		COOPER
	How? The Bridge is gone.

		STARCK
	There must be a way! What about 
	Engineering?

		COOPER
	Can you shut it down?

		STARCK
	I don't know the process, Dr. Weir 
	was the expert...

		COOPER
	I don't want to go where the last 
	crew went. I'd rather be dead.

		MILLER
	BLOW THE FUCKER UP.

		STARCK
	Blow it up?

		MILLER
	We blow the Corridor. Use the 
	foredecks as a lifeboat, separate it 
	from the rest of the ship. We stay 
	put...

		COOPER
	...and the gravity drive goes where 
	no man has gone before.

							CUT TO:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

		MILLER
	You prep the gravity couches. I'm 
	going to manually arm those 
	explosives.

		COOPER
	Will it work?

		MILLER
	It worked for Weir. Prep the tanks.

Cooper nods, heads for the gravity couch bay. Starck follows 
Miller to the steel pressure door.

		STARCK
	I'll do it --

		MILLER
	No. I'll be right back.

Miller opens the door.

		MILLER
	Close it behind me. Just in case.

Beat. Starck stares at Miller as if memorizing his face.

		STARCK
	Don't be long.

Miller smiles wanly. The door slides shut with a dull THUNK.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Miller runs down the corridor. Stops at a bulkhead coupling. 
Kneels down to remove the cover from an explosive charge, 
switch it to MANUAL detonation.

Miller runs to the next coupling. Repeats the process...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

Starck and Cooper check the gravity couches. One by one, 
they slide open...

		COOPER
	I'm gonna activate the emergency 
	beacon.

		STARCK
	Hurry.

Cooper exits down a ladder. Starck turns to the console, 
activates three gravity couches. Behind her, two begin to 
fill with blue gel...

...and one begins to fill with blood... the hint of dark 
shapes moving within...

Starck doesn't see it, concentrates on the console.

THUMP. THUMP. Starck turns. Sees the bloody tank. Sees 
something moving inside it.

She slowly crosses to the tank. Peers at it...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY (TANK)

THUMP. A FACE PRESSES AGAINST THE GLASS, STARING BACK AT 
HER. WEIR. Bone and muscle are exposed where the skin hasn't 
finished forming.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

Starck SCREAMS and backs away.

		STARCK
	Cooper...!

The glass BURSTS in an EXPLOSION OF BLOOD...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR BELOW GRAVITY COUCH BAY

A corridor beneath the Gravity Couch Bay. Cooper searches 
through circuit panels until he finds the EMERGENCY BEACON 
breaker. He runs a by-pass, activating it manually. The lights 
begins to STROBE...

DRIP. DRIP. A bloodstain spreads over his shoulder. He follows 
the drip to the ceiling...

		COOPER
	Starck?

No response. He slowly moves to peer up the ladder...

...as Starck CRASHES down, bloody but alive.

		COOPER
	What...?

		STARCK
	Run!

She shoves him away...

Weir appears at the top of the ladder, crawling down headfirst 
like a spider...

Starck gets to her feet, staggers away...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - BY FIRST 
CONTAINTMENT

Miller kneels, removing the cover from the last explosive. 
Flips a switch.

A small cover pops open. Miller reaches in, removes a RADIO 
DETONATOR.

He arms the explosives. Watches the red lights on the 
explosives wink on in the darkness.

He reaches for an intercom.

		MILLER
	We're armed. This fucker's ready to 
	blow...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GENERIC CORRIDOR - (INTERSECTION)

		MILLER (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	...repeat, we're armed...

		STARCK
	Miller, he's back, he was in the 
	tank...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - BY FIRST 
CONTAINMENT

		MILLER
	Slow down, Starck, I can't understand 
	you, who was in the tank?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

A figure seems to coalesce from the shadows behind Miller.

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	You have to get back here now, he's 
	out there now, if he finds you...

The figure moves forward into the light... Arcane runes etch 
Weir's face; his eyes, now restored, blaze with unholy zeal.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - BY FIRST 
CONTAINMENT

		MILLER
	Who? Who?

		STARCK (O.S.)
		(intercom)
	Weir.

		MILLER
	He's dead...

Miller glances over his shoulder. His jaw drops in surprise 
as he sees...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Weir grinning at him... then SMASHES the intercom with his 
fist, cutting off Starck's VOICE.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - BY FIRST 
CONTAINMENT

Miller backs away.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

Weir stands between Miller and safety.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - BY FIRST 
CONTAINMENT

		MILLER
	You're dead, I saw you die.

		WEIR
	Weir is dead.

		MILLER
	Then who the fuck are you?

		WEIR
	Your fear. Do you remember the 
	Goliath, Miller?

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

FLAMES SPREAD OVER WEIR'S BODY, TRANSFORMING HIM INTO THE 
BURNING MAN.

		BURNING MAN
	Do you remember me?

		MILLER
	Corrick...

		BURNING MAN
	You left me behind.

		MILLER
	That's not true...

		BURNING MAN
	I begged you. I begged you to save 
	me and you did nothing. You stood 
	there and watched me burn...

		MILLER
	SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

The Burning Man YELLS and raises his arm in accusation...

...and FIRE RACES OUT FROM BEHIND HIM, flowing over the walls, 
the ceiling, the floor, racing for Miller like a rising 
tide...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - BY FIRST 
CONTAINMENT

Miller runs. Dead ahead, the First Containment...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - FIRST CONTAINMENT

Miller runs fast. The fire is faster, flooding in behind 
him.

Miller dashes for the Second Seal as IT BEGINS TO CLOSE. The 
fire gains on him, surrounding him.

Miller dives through the Second Seal...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

...barely makes it...

...SLAMS into the engineering console. Miller looks back at 
the Second Seal. It's still open by a fraction when the fire 
hits it...

...SENDING A LANCE OF FLAME stabbing out towards Miller. He 
rolls aside as the fire hits the console. The console 
EXPLODES.

The Second Seal shuts tight, cutting the fire off. The paint 
on the Second Seal begins to bubble and scorch... and then 
cools as the fire subsides.

Miller gets to his feet. Almost allows himself to relax. 
Then he sees his shadow before him, dancing in the growing 
red light. He turns...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

The Second Containment is a holocaust. Fire swarms over the 
walls. Burning jelly drips from Control Spikes. The Core 
itself is a blazing orb; the gyroscope that holds it glows 
red-hot.

Miller stares at the blazing Core.

		BURNING MAN (O.S.)
	Don't leave me!

Miller turns. The Burning Man stands RIGHT BESIDE HIM.

He SMASHES Miller with a backhand that ignites Miller's 
clothes and sends him flying. The detonator falls from 
Miller's grasp, lost beneath two feet of coolant. Miller 
comes up CHOKING and SPLUTTERING.

The Burning Man stalks towards Miller. The coolant STEAMS 
and SIZZLES at his feet.

Miller stares at the Burning Man as he approaches. Slowly 
rises to his feet.

		MILLER
	You're not Edmund Corrick.

The Burning Man's flames wane, revealing Weir's misshapen 
form.

Miller throws a wicked right. Weir catches Miller's fist. 
SQUEEZES until blood wells up between his fingers. Then slings 
Miller against a cooling tank with BONE CRACKING force. Miller 
collapses into the slime, barely able to raise his head to 
breathe.

Weir slowly approaches.

		MILLER
	What are you?

		WEIR
	You know.

		MILLER
	You want me to believe you're the 
	Devil, well, I don't, that's bullshit!

		WEIR
	I'm not the Devil.

		MILLER
	Then what, what are you? Tell me...

		WEIR
	Better if I just show you.

Weir's hands reach down and he grabs Miller by the skull. 
Miller GASPS as he sees...

SERIES OF SHOTS

Faster than the eye can see. More than mind can accept...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - BRIDGE (VISIONS FROM HELL)

The ORIGINAL CREW writhe naked and bloody in carnivorous 
frenzy...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT (VISIONS FROM HELL)

Peters' bloody grinning child, devouring his mother...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

MILLER writhes in Weir's grip. His hands flail out to the 
sides. One hand brushes a long steel cannister sunk in the 
muck. A CO2 scrubber...

THE VISIONS CONTINUE:

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MEDICAL/SCIENCE (VISIONS FROM HELL)

DJ's dissected body, except that here, DJ looks up, and 
smiles...

EXT. SPACE - MODEL (VISIONS FROM HELL)

AN ALIEN SUN, red and bloated and dying.

EXT. ALIEN TERRAIN - MODEL (VISIONS FROM HELL)

AN ALIEN TERRAIN; a sluggish, oily, black sea. A hand reaches 
from the oil...

INT. STUDIO APARTMENT (VISIONS FROM HELL)

CLAIRE floating dead in a bathtub filled with the thick black 
fluid...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT (VISIONS FROM HELL)

Justin, Starck and Cooper, crucified upside-down upon the 
Third Seal...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - SECOND CONTAINMENT

		MILLER
	NO!

His hand closes on the scrubber and he swings it across Weir's 
head. Weir reels back, stunned.

Miller gets to his feet.

		MILLER
	You can't have them!

He hits Weir again. HARD. Blood gushes from Weir's skull, 
filling the runes on his face.

Weir staggers. Miller attacks. Again and again and again...

This time Weir is ready. He catches the scrubber and tears 
it from Miller's grasp. SMASHES Miller to the floor with a 
single blow. Miller GROANS.

		WEIR
	I'm not the Devil. I'm much, much 
	older. I watched the Beginning and I 
	will see the End. I am the dark behind 
	the stars. I am the dark inside you 
	all.

Miller gets to all fours, trying to get up.

		MILLER
	...not the Devil...

Weir kicks Miller savagely. Miller slides through the coolant, 
comes to rest beneath a walkway. He attempts to rise, 
collapses back into the sludge.

Weir slowly stalks towards him.

		WEIR
	There is no Devil. There is no God. 
	There is only... NOTHING.

		MILLER
	You're lying...!

		WEIR
	I'm not asking you to believe me. 
	You'll see for yourself... and so 
	will your crew. You're all coming 
	with me.

		MILLER
	Starck... Cooper...

Weir's grotesque face is inches from his. He reaches down 
and pulls Miller from the dripping ooze...

		WEIR
	They are mine. And so are you...

...as Miller clears the surface, he holds something in his 
fist.

Miller stares dead-on into Weir's hellish face...

...and raises his right hand. HE'S HOLDING THE DETONATOR.

		MILLER
		(a grim smile of 
		triumph)
	You can't have them. Go to hell.

		WEIR
	NOOO!

MILLER DEPRESSES THE DETONATOR.

EXT. EVENT HORIZON - MODEL

A small, silent EXPLOSION blossoms in the aft section of the 
ship...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - MAIN ACCESS CORRIDOR - NO AIRLOCKS

...followed frames later by a sequence of DETONATIONS that 
rip the Main Access Corridor apart and propel the foredecks 
away from the containment section.

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR (ROLLOVER SET)

The EXPLOSION knocks Starck and Cooper down. They hold on 
tightly as...

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL

Waves of distortion ripple over the Event Horizon's 
containment section...

A dark sphere of energy spreads out from the containment as 
the gateway opens... A BLACK HOLE...

The black hole begins to shrink, imploding. As it collapses, 
it sucks Neptune's blue clouds with it, creating a TITANIC 
WHIRLPOOL with the black hole at its center...

The SHRIEKING winds carry the foredecks back towards the 
whirlpool, towards the black hole...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR (ROLLOVER SET)

Cooper and Starck slide across the floor as the deck tips at 
a terrific angle...

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL

The foredecks teeter on the edge of oblivion...

The black hole collapses utterly, vanishing to a point. An 
enormous SHOCKWAVE rips out from the point of implosion.

The foredecks ride the wave away from the implosion and out 
of Neptune's atmosphere to safety...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR WINDOW

The VIBRATIONS subside. Cooper and Starck stagger to their 
feet. Look out the window...

EXT. NEPTUNE - MODEL COOPER/STARCK POV

Neptune recedes, the ugly hole of the implosion already being 
erased by Neptune's violent winds...

INT. EVENT HORIZON - CORRIDOR WINDOW

Starck's voice is tiny.

		STARCK
	Miller...

							FADE TO:

SPACE - MODEL

Black planets silhouetted by a dying red giant. The 
Engineering Containment of the Event Horizon drifts in the 
eddies of gas that swirl and spiral into the bloated star.

MOVE towards the ship until its shadow consumes all...

DELETE SCENE

INT. EVENT HORIZON - GRAVITY COUCH BAY

Starck awakens but the SCREAMS continue as the Event Horizon 
calls out to her... she SCREAMS... hands on her body... the 
CRIES stop...

Starck looks around uncomprehending at the faces around her.

IT'S A RESCUE TEAM

Cooper pushes them aside. She clings to him, CRYING...

		COOPER
	It's over, hush now, it's over...

FADE TO BLACK.

					END