Scene 7.11 - A Familiar Face
ANIMATION STYLE 1
MS: INT. "Hangar 18" January 5th, 7080, 19:10 (Relative Time)
(CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE is on the Observation Deck. Emergency lights are on, and the ship vibrates occasionally as if riding against waves of energy. Turnkey is injured, very drunk [from the Simolea Spacia] and is muttering to himself. He has a bleeding, red stripe across the outside of his right shoulder. He is sewing-up his bloody-graze mark with needle and thread and dousing the wound with the strong liquor as we zoom-in on him.)
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Nogoodcaptainshotmeinmygoodarm. Ishuddaletimmliv-valittl-longer. Aaargh! Nogoodcaptain-
(For those wondering about his accent, Turnkey's from Sandusky, Ohio. Eighth Millennium Sandusky, Ohio. Thud! The lights blink on and off and then go off for good. Emergency power suddenly lights the room. The quantum generator, short-circuited with a laser blast, slowly powers to life upon the activation of a secondary-power, back-up relay. GENEVIEVE is Cameo 9.2.)
GENEVIEVE V.O.
Back-up power established. Medical emergency. Reviving cryogenic chamber two. Arousal sequence override engaged.
(The darkened, smoky coffin sputters to life. We hear a man coughing inside the box. CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE goes to the coffin, easily pulls-out a disoriented Dr. Sickle. [THE BARON] Both are quite surprised to see the other. It isn't unfriendly, only agitated by the protracted popping and groaning sounds coming from the creaking bulkheads as the ship attempts to maintain its orbit about the singularity.)
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Zickohowdjewgitear? Isawyoogetkiltbyedecaptainindahotseet-
THE BARON
Turnkey! What's happened? Where's Chewy?
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Everywonelzizdeaditsjustyoondmeenow.
THE BARON
Dead! What happened?
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Thecaptainwentcrazeendpushteverywonoutofdairlockorfriedemindabraynetollits.
THE BARON
What? Why?
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
HewantedtofindawayhomeEyekilledemwheneetriedtoothrowmeowtside.
THE BARON
You killed the Captain?
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Hehehehehetreyedtookillmeefirst!
THE BARON
Look, I know a way out -- we don't have time to recalibrate the coffins, we'll hafta take a pod and wing-it.
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Dairznohwayoutofear. Weargonnadie.
THE BARON
No we're not. (Reaches into the white room and grabs the hypo, still right where it was before the power went out the first time.) Look, I cured the bug, too.
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Eh?
(Offers to stick Turnkey, Turnkey backs away.)
THE BARON
It's treatment -- trust me, I'm a doctor.
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
(Still paranoid:) You first.
(He demonstrates and seeing no ill effect, finally agrees to the shot.)
THE BARON
There. You'll still have the sniffles for a few days, but you'll be able to sleep a whole lot better now.
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Yoozedyookingitusoutofear?
THE BARON
Yes! The pod! Let's go!
(They exit as the ship shakes and the artificial gravity goes in and out. It makes for a strange jaunt. Finally, they arrive at the entrance to pod bay. THE BARON sees through a window in the pod bay's vestibule, another window on the ship that allows him to see down into the communcations room. Two men are seated and lifeless in decom chairs, surrounded by a dozen corpses. Due to the bird's-eye angle, he cannot see who is in the chairs.)
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Dairztillwonpodleftcummon!
(He descends the stairs with difficulty as gravity goes on and off. Finally, below, he goes into the remaining pod and looks out the porthole.)
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE (Cont'd)
Whatsdasetting?
THE BARON
(Is that Chewy in the left chair?) Huh?
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Dairalldedindaircumohverearendelpmee!
(Crosses to Turnkey, punches in the setting.)
COMPUTER
(As ill-sounding in a pod as aboard the ship:) Optimal setting! Pod ready to launch, sir.
THE BARON
It's a maroon-room with a blue spectrum filter. The other generator must already be off or this wouldn't work...
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Oh.
THE BARON
Huh. That's weird.
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Whazweerd?
THE BARON
It's still reading a paradox -- not ours, but- no... no... this setting... it won't take us to Earth; it's off, somehow.
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Willitgitusoutofear?
THE BARON
Sure, we'll clear the envelope, but without knowing where we're going, we might end up stranded somewhere worse-
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Nuttinzworzdandiss. Lezzgo.
THE BARON
(Physically gets in the way:) No, Turnkey! We could end up inside a star! Give me a minute!
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Wedonhavaminnit! (Starts to move him out of the way.) WeergonnabeinsideastarifwedohnleevNOW!
THE BARON
It keeps coming up yellow... please give me time, to make sure- No!
(CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE pushes THE BARON aside and he is thrown across the small room -- with the artificial gravity blinking out again just as Turnkey was doing this. THE BARON flies to the portside with tremendous force; as if falling. He smacks the wall high up, near the ceiling. He lands prone upon a shelf below a window pane and doesn't bounce. Ow. CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE also flies in the opposite direction with equal force and slams against the lower starboard wall and skids across the floor with a newfound and better understanding of physics and how a greater mass has a greater force of impact when the reaction equals the action and all that noise. You know... "The bigger they are...")
THE BARON
Turnkey, please, no!
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
(Going to launch panel:) Yoostaydair!
THE BARON
(Not like he was moving quickly anyway. That hurt. It still hurts. All over. His body isn't listening to him right now. Out to lunch and all.) No!
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Yoogottabetteridea?
THE BARON
No! Turnkey, please... (Extends a hand and even that took alot of painful effort-) You're gonna kill us both... (Looks out the window in desperation.) -What?
POV: THE BARON
CU: PAIR IN CHAIRS
ZOOM IN
ECU: VERNE IN CHAIR, HEAD TILTED DOWN
MS: INT. POD
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
Geronimo!
(Launches the craft. The engines roar to life and the pod begins to vibrate.)
THE BARON
(Tries to lift an arm, he's still winded and far from moving; nauseated:) No! Stop it!
CAMEO TWENTY-FIVE
(Getting in chair and fastening a harness:) Buckleupzicko!
THE BARON
No! No! (Looks back through window-) Turnkey, there's- a man, moving-
POV: THE BARON
CU: VERNE IN CHAIR
ECU: VERNE'S HEAD LIFTING
ECU: VERNE'S TIRED EYES MEETING THE BARON'S
VARIOUS SHOTS: THE PAIR IN PAIN, BOTH SEEING ONE ANOTHER; NOT BELIEVING
THE BARON
(Staring and screaming:) What the? It's me! It's me! He's alive, Turnkey! He's alive! Stop the engine! Stop-
(Schwoom! They're out.)
MS: EXT. ROANOKE
(The pod whizzes-by and fades away into nothingness... then a small white blink of an afterimage and then, nothing.)
SILENCE
FTB