"Pitch Black", shooting draft, revised by David Twohy
PITCH BLACK
Screenplay
by
David Twohy
Based on material by Ken and Jim Wheat
Revised First Draft
3/3/98
NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERS
AND SOME "OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FOR THIS
SOFT COPY.
NOTE ALSO: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT WAS IN THE NON-
PREFORMAT FONT "TIMES NEW ROMAN". THIS HAS BEEN CHANGED
TO PREFORMATTED TEXT FOR THIS SOFT COPY.
Though mentioned often in the script, the creatures in PITCH BLACK are
seldom seen at length; rather, they are glimpsed, they are heard, they are
felt. They are, really, the embodiment of your nocturnal fears: A howling
coyote that jars you awake; the painting on the wall that comes to life
when stared at too long...the sway of your bed just before the earthquake
hits. Chimera of the night. The point is made so the reader appreciates
that the focus of the finished film will not be on what the creatures do,
but on what the creatures do to reveal the inner nature of the characters.
For PITCH BLACK is, at its heart, a story of humanity and courage -- and
lack of the same.
David Twohy
CUT IN:
INT. MAIN CABIN
A CRYO-LOCKER BLOWS OPEN, spitting out...
CAROLYN FRY. She hits the deck of the main cabin: Four crew
lockers in a forward section, countless more in back. But the
deck is canted at a sick angle and ALARMS SCREAM everywhere:
The world is dying around her.
Legs wobbly, shivering like a flu victim, Fry stumbles to the
next forward locker. It's riddled with holes. One DEAD CREWIE
is seen through fractured plexi, body pocked and bloodied. But
in the next cryo-locked...
The CAPTAIN is struggling awake. Fry's face floods with relief.
Slapping an intercom:
FRY
Hear me? Cap'n? Some kinda compromise to
the hull...holding for now, but...Goddamn,
I'm glad you're alive. Gotta pull your
E-release...no, red handle, red handle.
I'll get the warm-ups out while --
PHFUT-PHFUT-PHFUT-PHFUT: Particles bore through the cabin,
blasting open the captain's chest, shattering plexi, DETONATING
INSTRUMENTS on the opposite wall and leaving CONTRAILS
HISSING in the air.
Fry lands on her ass, horrified. Suddenly...
Another LOCKER BLOWS OPEN. A body falls right on top of Fry --
but this one's still alive. Disoriented, frantic:
OWENS
Why did I fall on you?
FRY
He's dead. Cap'n's dead. Christ, I was
looking right at him when --
OWENS
I mean, I mean, chrono shows we're 22
weeks out, so gravity wasn't supposed to
kick in for another 19. I mean, I mean,
I mean, why did I fall at all?
FRY
You hear me? Captain's dead. Owens too.
OWENS
Oh, no. Not Owens, not.... Wai', wai',
wait. I'm Owens. Right?
They swap nightmare looks, momentarily unsure of their own
identities.
FRY
Cryo-sleep. Swear to God, it sloughs
brain cells.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
They stumble into nav-bay. ALARMS CONTINUE. Fry grabs warm-up
suits out of storage, pitches one to Owens, checks her screens.
FRY
1550 millibars, dropping 20 MB per minute,
shit, we're hemorrhaging air. Somethin'
took a swipe at us.
OWENS
Just tell me we're still in the shipping
lane. Just show me all those stars, all
those bright, beautiful, deep-space....
Owens activates an exterior view: A planet rushes up at us.
That's why they have gravity.
FRY
Jesus God....
EXT. SHIP - PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE - DAY
The SHIP PLOWS through the upper atmosphere, antennae pylons
already disintegrating.
INT. PASSAGE TO FLIGHT DECK
Heart battering her ribs, Fry runs forward, using hand-holds to
steady herself. Over a headset:
OWENS (V.O.)
They trained you for this, right? Fry?
FRY?
She doesn't answer.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Fry harnesses in, starts running switches -- but fumbles a few
times, making mental errors. Finally she gets crash-shutters
open to reveal...
CLOUD STRATA sweeping up past the windscreen like floor-lights
on a dropping elevator. We're shedding big altitude.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
OWENS
... crisis program selected Number Two of
this system because it shows at least some
oxygen and more than 1,500 -- would you
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
(hammers a button,
SILENCES ALARMS)
-- more than 1,500-millibars of pressure
at surface-level. Okay, so maybe the ship
did something right for a change....
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
As Fry runs more switches.
INT. SHIP - DAY
As JETTISON DOORS CLOSE around the ship.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
As Fry flips up a security-latch -- and thumbs the switch below.
EXT. SHIP - PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE - DAY
MULTIPLE SHOTS: EXPLOSIVE BOLTS RAPID-FIRE around the ship's
skin, blowing away non-essentials that hinder aerodynamics --
including big deep-space drives. But this last separation puts
the ship into a dangerous roll.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Out the windscreen, cloud strata roll vertiginously. Fry throws
actuators...
EXT. SHIP - PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE - DAY
And airbrakes deploy. She manages to kill the roll. But the
ship's still coming in nose-high.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
OWENS
...showing no major water bodies...maximum
terrain, 220 meters over mean surface...
largely cinder and gypsum with some
evaporite deposits....
JETTISON DOORS CLOSE behind Owens, segregating him from the
passenger compartment. It scares him for a new reason.
OWENS
Fry? What're you doing?
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Fry flips up a new security-latch. INTERCUTTING:
OWENS
Fry?
FRY
Can't get my nose down...too much load
back there....
OWENS
You mean that "load" of passengers?
FRY
So what, we should both go down too?
Out of sheer fucking nobility?
Tortured silence. Fry's thumb moves to the switch that will
jettison the passenger cabin. Jettison 50 people.
INT. MAIN CABIN
SELECTED SHOTS of faces inside cryo-lockers, among them JOHNS.
He's prime-of-life, badge on display, some kind of cop. Shaken
awake, he clears condensation to check the locker directly across
from his, finding...
RIDDICK. Small black goggles hide his eyes. A metal bit wedged
in his mouth lends a perpetual grimace. A read-out admonishes
"LOCK-OUT PROTOCOL IN EFFECT. ABSOLUTELY NO EARLY
RELEASE."
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
OWENS
Look, Fry. Company says we're responsible
for every one of those --
FRY
Company's not here, is it?
OWENS
When captain went down, you stepped up --
whether you like it or not. Now they
train you for this, so --
FRY
And there wasn't a simulated cockroach
alive within 50 clicks of the simulated
crash site! That's how they train you!
On a fucking simulator!
Owens unbuckles from his chair.
OWENS
Don't touch that switch!
Overcome by guilt, Fry retracts her thumb of mass destruction.
But a HUGE JOLT puts the thumb right back.
FRY
I'm not dying for them.
She pushes it. But this time...
EXT. SHIP - PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE - DAY
No bolts fire. Nothing separates from the SHIP THAT SCREAMS DOWN
through the clouds.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
Now we see why: Owens reopened the jettison doors locally -- and
blocked them open.
FRY
Owens!
OWENS
70 seconds! You still got 70 seconds to
level this beast out!
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Seething anger and guilt, Fry pops more airbrakes, shedding more
speed, more heat. The ship does level -- but it's still being
pounded hellishly. She tries to get a stable view out...
The windscreen. We're breaking through cloud-bottoms. There's
just a glimpse of landscape before...
EXT. SHIP - PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE - DAY
An airbrake fails. It shears off and pinwheels into...
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
The windscreen. It cracks into a thousand spiderwebs -- but
impossibly it holds. For now.
OWENS (V.O.)
What the shit was that?
Sunlight flares from every fractured edge: It's like looking
into burning diamonds, and Fry can only get an impression
of the outside world. Now she has to rely on...
A ground-mapping display. 120 meters altitude. And dropping.
INT. CRYO-LOCKER - DAY
INTERCUT Johns. Realizing he's in some kind of shit-storm, he
claws at safety restraints.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Ground-mapper: 60 meters. COLLISION ALARMS kick in.
Out the fractured windscreen, we see a huge dark mass rise up
into view. Land.
40 meters...30...20...10....
Fry braces.
IMPACT. The WINDSCREENS IMPLODE. AIR HURRICANES in.
INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN
IMPACT. Chairs rip from their moorings. Strapped into one,
Owens slams into the ceiling.
INT. MAIN CABIN - DAY
IMPACT. Johns BLOWS OUT of his locker -- and wishes to God he
would've stayed inside, because just beside him...
The hull is cracking open.
NIGHTMARE SHOT: A huge section of the cabin tears free...
skitters and CRASHES along the planetfloor behind us...and
disintegrates out of sight. 40 cryo-lockers vanished with it.
40 lives.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Hammered by WIND, Fry opens her eyes experimentally.
FRY'S POV: A vortex of motion, of speed, of blurring debris.
But the ship is burrowing in. Burrowing under.
Fry pivots her chair 180 degrees a nanosecond before...
Dirt avalanches into the cockpit. It buries CAMERA.
BLACKOUT
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Choking yellow dust. Ghostly silhouettes are COUGHING, MOANING,
CALLING OUT to other survivors in English and, surreally, in
Arabic. Soon we find...
Johns. Ears running blood. Stumbling his way to...
Riddick's cryo-locker. Empty. Johns reaches for his holster.
Gone, torn right off his belt. No prisoner and no weapon --
spooky combination. Nearby he sees...
The light of a cutting torch. Someone's using it to open a
jammed cryo-locker. The plexi is torched away to reveal...
AUDREY, 12 years old. Unscathed.
AUDREY
Somethin' went wrong, huh?
Johns searches for his pistol. Behind him, two chained feet
lower into FRAME -- and then attack, swinging over Johns' head...
getting the chain on his neck...twisting hard, using the chain as
a choke-collar. Johns flicks open a baton, swings it up at...
Riddick. Still in body chains and mouth-bit. Clinging to a
ceiling support. Riding out the baton blows.
Seconds from blacking out, Johns strains forward...forward...and
finally breaks Riddick's grip on the support. He keeps hold of
the chained feet so that...
Riddick SLAMS HEADFIRST into the deck. Johns lays the baton on
his neck.
JOHNS
One chance and you blew it, Riddick.
Never cease to disappoint me.
INT. FLIGHT DECK - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Darkness. A light beam sweeps the dusty air of the cockpit.
It's packed with dirt, no signs of life. About to search
elsewhere, Johns turns back at...
FRY (O.S.)
Hey.
JOHNS
Hey, who?
FRY (O.S.)
Hey, me. Over here.
His light finds a headrest sticking up from the dirt. Johns
crawls closer, checks the other side of the headrest and finds
her. Fry. Buried to the gills.
JOHNS
Amazing. I'm Johns.
FRY
Carolyn Fry. I'd shake hands, but...
He manages a smile and starts digging her out. Almost dreading
to ask:
FRY
Are there any others, Johns?
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Johns helps Fry through the carnage. She's stunned by it all --
but especially by the blast of sunlight where a hull used to be.
Realizing she's in nav-bay, Fry starts digging like a search dog
to uncover...
Owens. Still strapped to his chair. Metal rod piercing his
chest close to the heart. Dead. Fry reaches out to touch him.
OWENS
Out, out, out, GET IT OUTTA ME!
She recoils hard. He's still alive. The other survivors bungle
over. Ten seconds of pure chaos:
VOICES
Pull it out of him...No, it's too close to
the heart...You gotta do it, just do it
fast....
Fry grabs the rod.
OWENS
Don't touch it! Don't touch that switch!
VOICES
You'll kill him, I'm tellin' you, shit,
just leave it alone...delirious...doncha
you got some drugs for this poor man....
OWENS
Don't touch that switch!
FRY
Awright, awright, someone...there's
Anestaphine in the med-lock, that end of
the cabin...next to....
But there is no more "that end." In exquisite pain, Owens
screams on. REACTION SHOTS of Johns, Audrey. Seldom are human
beings witness to such raw suffering.
FRY
Get away. Everybody.
The others leave -- except for Audrey, staying behind to watch
in morbid fascination. Johns doubles back and collars her.
Leaving, they pass...
Riddick, cuffed to a bulkhead. His eyes, still hidden by
goggles, track Johns and Audrey toward daylight.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
The survivors straggle outside. CAMERA SURVEYS new faces:
ZEKE and SHAZZA. Male-female team of bushwhackers, partners in
life. Shazza has a tough sexiness. Zeke's face shows aboriginal
blood. (30s.)
PARIS. Overfed, overgroomed. A puff pastry of a man. (40s or
50s.)
Four male "Chrislams": The pillar-steady IMAM (50ish), and
THREE PILGRIMS, young and excitable (late-teens). (NOTE: The
Chrislams represent a union between Christianity and Islam. They
have the iconography of Christians yet the physical look of Arab
Muslims.)
WIDE SHOT: All around them is stark and unforgiving terrain.
The valley floor is relieved only by low hills to one side,
spiked with earthen spires. Scorching down on everything are
two suns -- one red, one yellow.
PARIS
Well. Our own little slice of heaven.
The Chrislams fall to their knees. Confusion as they try to
orient themselves.
IMAM
Please...which way to New Mecca? We must
know the direction in order to pray.
North? South? East? West? Nobody knows. Johns snaps open a
compass, finds the needle swaying rudderlessly. The SCREAMING
inside the ship finally ends.
INT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
As Fry holds Owens, now dead.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
The four Chrislams have devised a way to pray: Backs together,
each faces a different compass point.
EXT. TOP OF CRASH SHIP - DAY
Fry climbs onto the back of the ship. Johns Paris, Zeke, Shazza,
Audrey are already here.
JOHNS
Big talk about a scouting party...
Fry sees the huge smoldering scar in the ground behind the ship.
One glance confirms that there are no other survivors.
JOHNS (CONT'D)
...then we saw this.
PARIS
Anyone else having breathing problems?
Aside from me?
AUDREY
Like I just ran, or something....
SHAZZA
Feel one lung short. All of us.
PARIS
Well, I tend toward the asthmatic. And
with all this dust....
Faces turn to Fry: They're looking to her for answers.
FRY
It's the atmosphere. Too much pressure,
not enough oxygen. Might take a few days
to --
ZEKE
So what the bloody hell happened, anyways?
FRY
Somethin' knocked us off-lane. Maybe a
rogue comet. Maybe we'll never know.
SHAZZA
Well, I for one, am thoroughly fucking
grateful. This beast wasn't made to land
like this. But cripes, you rode it down.
(to others)
C'mon, you lousy ingrates, only reason
we're alive is a'cuzza her.
Others CHIME AGREEMENT, laying thankful hands on Fry's shoulders.
HOLD on Fry, her face betraying nothing as they anoint her their
savior.
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Breaking out pressure suits:
FRY
Liquid oxygen canisters inside. Start
ripping them out. Quick hits only -- try
to make it last.
AUDREY
Well, is someone coming for us? Or are
we all just gonna die of exposure or
dehydration or sunstroke or maybe even
something worse?
(off their looks)
Hey, you don't have to worry about scaring
me.
SHAZZA
We're worried you'll scare us.
(ushering her away)
Name's "Audrey," right, love? And you're
goin' to Taurus Three like we were?
AUDREY
Yeah, but...do we even have enough food
to get there? Or will we have to resort
to cannibalism?
ZEKE
(to Fry)
I'll see 'bout makin' this air go a bit
further, cap'n. With your permission,
a' course.
Fry blinks. "They actually think I'm the captain." Zeke and the
others get to work. Fry finds herself staring at another
problem. Riddick.
FRY
And him?
JOHNS
Big Evil?
FRY
We just keep him locked up forever?
JOHNS
Be my choice. Already escaped once from
the max-slam facility on --
FRY
I don't need his life story. Is he really
that dangerous?
JOHNS
Only around humans.
Riddick has his mouth on the hull, virtually licking the metal.
Fry moves closer -- and now sees it sheeting down the hull.
FRY
Oh, Christ....
They're losing water. Suddenly Fry is running, snatching up an
emergency light, climbing wall-rungs...
INT. MACHINE LEVEL - CRASH SHIP - DAY
And crawling through dusty superstructure to reach the water
cistern. She opens a crank-hatch -- and finds light invading the
interior. Her face dies.
ZEKE (V.O.)
(shouting)
Well? Is it just the pump?
FRY
Ask if anyone has anything in cargo!
Anything to drink!
INT. CARGO HOLD - DAY
Oversize DOORS RUMBLE open. Fry, Johns, and Paris climb into
this dark corridor lined with cargo containers. Each container
has an access door.
PARIS
Mine here....
As Paris unlocks, Johns steadies himself, suddenly light-headed.
FRY
S'matter?
JOHNS
Little swamp-flu from the Conga system.
Never shook it with all this cryo-sleep.
Paris opens his container to reveal...
INT. PARIS' CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - DAY
Tiffany chairs stacked 10 high. Bronze eagle lecterns. Oriental
umbrellas. Neo-Egyptian castings.
JOHNS
King Tut's tomb....
PARIS
Be surprised what these will fetch in the
Taurus system. Here. This Wooten here --
easy, easy. Very rare.
They open the Wooten desk. Cubbyholed inside are dusty bottles
of sherry. Vintage Port. Glenfiddich. Bicardi 151.
FRY
This is it? Booze? That's what you have
to drink?
PARIS
(educating her)
200-year-old single-malt scotch is to
"booze" as foie gras is to "duck guts."
JOHNS
(cracking a bottle)
A toast to whatever he just said.
PARIS
I'll need a receipt for that.
(to Fry)
For all these.
FRY
Top of my list.
She joins Johns for a drink. Entering, the Chrislams watch with
both envy and aversion.
FRY
I don't suppose....
IMAM
One of the Christian habits we didn't
adopt -- perhaps unfortunately. We'll
have to wait.
JOHNS
For what? There is no water. You
understand that, don't you?
IMAM
All deserts have water, somewhere. God
shall lead us there.
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY
START on the cutting torch, abandoned in wreckage. Staring at it
is...
Riddick. With his hands cuffed behind him and around a bulkhead,
he can't get near it. Or can he? Near the ceiling, the bulkhead
is fractured -- a slim spot where maybe chains could pass through.
Riddick stands. With a GRUESOME POPPING, he dislocates both
shoulders...carries his arms overhead...passes the chains through
the broken spot...and brings his arms down in front of him. A
body-flex POPS HIS SHOULDERS back into joint.
Free, he reaches for the cutting torch.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
Pistol in hand, Johns runs into a BIG CLOSEUP, eyes sweeping.
Nothing on the horizon. But something lies on the ground nearby.
It's Riddick's mouth-bit.
JOHNS
Like we needed another way to die.
INT. CARGO HOLD - DAY
FAST CLOSEUPS: Hands pillaging storage lockers, pulling out
anything that might qualify as a "weapon." It all gets hauled
back and dumped into...
INT. NAV BAY - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Nav-bay. Gathered, the survivors take inventory: Johns has a
pistol, shotgun, baton. Zeke and Shazza offer up a pick-ax,
digging tools, hunting boomerang. Imam shows a ceremonial blade.
Paris straggles in with antique curios.
JOHNS
What the hell are these?
PARIS
Maratha crow-bill war-picks from Northern
India. Very rare.
ZEKE
An' this?
PARIS
Blow-dart hunting stick from Papua New
Guinea. Very very rare, since the tribe's
extinct.
ZEKE
'Cuz they couldn't hunt shit with these
things, be my guess.
PARIS
Well, what's the need, anyway? If he's
gone, he's gone. Why should he bother us?
JOHNS
First, because he can only live out there
for so long -- he's gonna come back and
take what we got. Second, for the sheer
thrill of the kill.
A beat. They all grab for weapons.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
Johns stands atop the crash ship, scanning with a scope. He
fixates on...
A blue glow on the horizon. "What the hell is it?"
Zeke and Shazza modify breather units, adding straps and tubing
and ball-floats. The prototype is tested on Audrey. She sucks
on the mouthpiece -- and finds that it works, supplying oxygen on
demand rather than in a constant flow.
Chrislams convert to traditional bedouin head-gear, readying for
travel.
Fry finishes wrapping Owens' body. She looks to the yellow sun,
low on the horizon. The red sun seems inclined to follow.
FRY
Imam. We should leave soon. Before
nightfall but while it's cooler.
ZEKE
What, you're goin' off, too?
FRY
Johns is leaving you a gun. Just do me a
favor, huh? Get my crewies buried? They
were good guys who died bad.
SHAZZA
A'course we will.
PILGRIM #1 (O.S.)
Imam...Imam....
(NOTE: "Imam" is pronounced "el-ee-MAM.")
Fry and the others round the ship to see...
A blue star flaring into view. It's rising as the other suns are
setting.
SHAZZA
My bloody oath....
AUDREY
Three suns?
ZEKE
(to Fry)
So much for your nightfall.
PARIS
So much for my cocktail hour.
IMAM
We take this to be a good sign -- a path,
a direction from God.
Johns swings down from the top of the ship.
JOHNS
A very good sign.
(re: blue sun)
That's Riddick's direction. You do not
wanna be caught in the dark with this guy.
FRY
Thought you found his restraints over
there. Toward sunset.
JOHNS
(nodding)
Which means he went toward sunrise.
EXT. PLANET - DAY
Trekking, the Chrislams waft incense pots and CHANT FROM
THE KORAN as they head toward the blue star. Johns provides
shotgun escort; Fry carries Paris' second war-pick on a shoulder.
Silhouetted against the alien sky, the scouting party is an odd,
odd sight.
Already sun-battered, Johns crafts an eye-visor out of plexi.
Fry tries to wrap her head like the Chrislams. Imam helps.
FRY
So quiet. You get used to the sounds of
the ship, then....
IMAM
You know who Muhammad was?
FRY
Some prophet guy?
IMAM
"Some prophet guy." And a city man. But
he had to travel to the desert -- where
there was quiet -- to hear the words of
God.
FRY
You were on a pilgrimage? To New Mecca?
IMAM
(nodding)
Chrislam teaches that once in every
lifetime should there be a great hajj --
a great pilgrimage. To know God, better,
yes, but to know yourself as well.
FRY
Frightening thought.
IMAM
(finishes wrapping her)
We're all on the same hajj now.
Fry notices Johns scope-locked on something.
FRY
What?
JOHNS
(hands her scope)
Tell me it's not a mirage.
SCOPE POV: Beyond a distant rise, strange branches.
FRY
Trees?
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
Paris has taken over as look-out atop the ship. He deals with
the heat by erecting a "misting" umbrella: He fills a reservoir
with liquor, dials up a regulator. Umbrella spars shoot bursts
of cooling alcohol vapor. Paris luxuriates in it.
ZEKE (O.S.)
Comfy up there?
Zeke appears below. He loads a scrap-metal sled with tarp,
cable, pick-ax.
PARIS
Amazing how you can do without the
essentials of life -- so long as you have
the luxuries.
ZEKE
Well, just keep your bloody-fuckin' eyes
open. Don't want that ratbag sneakin' up
on me bloody-fuckin' arse.
He drags the sled toward the spired hills. Keeping one eye on
Zeke, Paris eases into a chair, lays the war-pick across his lap,
pours himself a spot of sherry. As he sips, a blade touches his
throat.
AUDREY
He'd probably get you right here, right
under the jaw. And you'd never hear him
coming. That's how good Riddick is.
Paris eases the hunting boomerang away.
PARIS
Now did you run away from your parents?
Or did they run away from you?
EXT. BONEYARD OVERLOOK - DAY
The scouting party approaches a rise. The trees loom just beyond.
PILGRIMS
Allahu Akbar...Allahu Akbar....
The young pilgrims break into a excited run, anticipating an
oasis. But Fry hangs back, taking a harder look at the trees.
They don't move in the wind.
The pilgrims scramble up the rise -- and go motionless. Fry,
Johns and Imam catch up to behold...
The "trees" are actually the dorsal bones of a titanic skeleton,
tinted green by lichen. Beyond is a sea of bleached animal
bones. Impossibly, the bones seem to MOAN IN PAIN. All told,
it's like Hell overflowed right here.
FRY
Is this whole planet dead?
A pilgrim questions Imam IN ARABIC.
IMAM
He asks what could have killed so many
great things...
EXT. BONEYARD - DAY
Moving into the boneyard:
IMAM
Some...communal graveyard, perhaps...
like the elephants of Earth....
Fry touches one of the towering bones. It shows cut-marks --
almost as if the bone was hacked by a sword. "Graveyard? Or
killing field?"
JOHNS
Long time ago. Whatever happened.
EXT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
Pilgrim #1 reaches a huge skull laced with baleen-like combing.
Wind hitting the comb makes a LOW HARMONIC MOANING. By
moving a hand over the comb, the pilgrim can "play" DIRGELIKE
MUSIC. Wanting to show off the trick:
PILGRIM #1
Ah....
He looks for Pilgrim #3 but can't spot him. And when he turns
back to the skull -- a face is staring through the combing. But
it's only...
INT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
Pilgrim #3, inside the skull. Johns enters and chases him out.
About to leave, Johns notices...
Bone-chippings piled on the ground. It could be nothing, but
still...
Johns double-checks shadows, probing with the muzzle of his
shotgun. Satisfied, Johns exits. Now BOOM UP to reveal...
Riddick. Hidden in a sinus cavity.
EXT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
Trailing the others, Fry pauses to change out the O2 on her
breather.
INT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
Riddick drops to the ground. His arms and hands are now pierced
with shards of boneyard ivory -- fashionable little body talons.
Spotting a shadow on the combing, he draws closer. And sees Fry.
Alone.
EXT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
Johns doubles back to Fry. He takes a hit of scotch, offers her
some.
FRY
Probably makes it worse. Dehydrates you
even more.
JOHNS
Probably right.
They drink anyway. Moving out of the sun, Fry leans up against
the combing. It brings her within arm's length of...
INT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
Riddick. He pulls a bone-shiv, freshly chiseled.
JOHNS (O.S.)
You know, I woulda played road dog for
these guys. You could've stayed back.
Pro'bly should've -- because, you know,
if we don't find water....
"We may not make it back."
FRY (O.S.)
No, no, I wanted to get away.
JOHNS (O.S.)
So I noticed. Never seen a "captain"
quite so ready to leave her ship.
Just as Riddick eases his blade toward Fry's neck...
EXT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
She steps away.
FRY
Better keep moving....
JOHNS
What'd Owens mean? 'Bout not touching
the switch?
Fry searches his eyes, wondering if she can trust him -- and
again she leans back on the combing. We can actually see Riddick
now. They could too, if they would just TURN THE FUCK AROUND!
JOHNS (CONT'D)
Hey. You can tell me, Carolyn.
FRY
Promise me. Swear to me you won't --
JOHNS
You see anybody else here? Just between
you and me.
FRY
During the landing...when things were
at their worst...Owens was at his best.
He's the one who wouldn't let the pilot
dump the passenger cabin.
Johns blinks, stunned. "Are you shittin' me?"
INT. SKULL - BONEYARD - DAY
Trying again, Riddick reaches out with his shiv -- and deftly
slices off some of Fry's hair. A locket. A souvenir. That's
all he wanted.
FRY (O.S.)
So now you know.
JOHNS (O.S.)
Fuck. Guess I'm more glad to be here than
I thought.
Riddick watches them move off -- then looks at the scotch bottle,
left behind. It's still got one good swallow.
EXT. START OF GAUNTLET - DAY
Leaving the boneyard, the scouting party reaches a cleft in the
hills. Ahead is a canyon.
JOHNS
Hold up.
He jumps onto a rock, puts the scope to an eye.
JOHNS (CONT'D)
Didn't bite.
FRY
What?
JOHNS
Thought he might be coolin' it in the
boneyard -- could either double-back to
the ship or slip in behind us. So I left
the bottle out as bait.
SCOPE POV: PANNING the boneyard. FINDING the bottle. It's
still got that one swallow.
JOHNS (CONT'D)
But nah. Didn't bite.
EXT. BONEYARD - DAY
CLOSER on the bottle. Only we see that the scotch has been
emptied -- and replaced with sand.
EXT. GRAVE SITE - SPIRED HILLS - DAY
Working under the shade of a tarp, Zeke digs a communal grave.
Three wrapped corpses wait nearby. He keeps a sight-line on...
The crash ship. Shazza waves. Zeke waves back.
EXT. RIBCAGE - THE GAUNTLET - DAY
The scouting party transits a narrowing canyon. Lined with rib
bones, it makes us feel like we're in the belly of some beast.
Fry squints at the ridgetops. More of those spires are visible
on the canyon rims, looming like silent sentinels. "What are
they? Just mineral deposits?"
PILGRIM #1
Captain...captain....
The Chrislams have found what appears to be a small desert plant.
Leathery petals are spread wide, revealing a round stringy core.
ARABIC DISCUSSION. Desert fruit? Is it edible?
FRY
Wait, wait, wait....
Fry takes the "plant," pushes the "petals" back down over the
core. They all stare. It's a baseball.
IMAM
We are not alone here, yes?
They look ahead, wondering what awaits them. But Johns is
looking back.
JOHNS
Never thought we were.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
HIGH ANGLE: An old WEATHER COCK CREAKS in the wind. Fry,
Johns, and the Chrislams enter FRAME far below.
PILGRIM #1
Assalamoo ahlaykum!
The GREETING ECHOES through the settlement, built from stacked
shipping containers. Tattered sun-shades flap in the wind. A
rusty bike lies on the ground.
PILGRIM #2
Assalamoo ahlaykum!
JOHNS
Long gone. Whoever they were.
They move around a building -- and pull up short. Before them
looms a moisture-recovery unit, a hulking machine in disrepair.
Old jugs litter the ground.
IMAM
Water...water there was here....
PILGRIMS
Allahu Akbar....
IMAM
(translating)
"God is Great," yes?
JOHNS
I'm born-again.
Fry manages a weary smile -- but soon her eyes revisit the
abandoned buildings. "Who were these people? Why did they
leave so much behind?"
INT. MAIN ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
Through a window, we see the Johns and the Chrislams crawling
over the moisture-recovery unit, assessing repairs. PULL BACK to
include Fry inside the settlement, inspecting...
Refectory table. Place settings out. Years of dust.
Photos on the wall: Settlers working modest gardens. Playing
baseball. Posing with children.
INT. LIVING QUARTERS - SETTLEMENT - DAY
Fry enters a dark room.
FRY
Lights.
No response to her command. She pats around for old-style wall
switches. Nothing. Perceiving black-out blinds on a window, she
throws them open to reveal...
A man standing right outside.
JOHNS
(through window)
Hey. Don't go too far, huh?
Fry nods. Johns smiles, leaves. Just as her heart settles,
SOMETHING CREAKS behind her.
It's an orrery, a mechanical device that shows the motion of the
planets around their suns. Solar powered, the orrery starts
turning, CREAKING. One planet seems always to have sunlight.
FRY
No darkness. No lights because no
darkness....
EXT. PORCH - SETTLEMENT - DAY
Fry reaches a porch. It looks out over the rear of the
settlement and more unforgiving terrain. She starts back
inside -- but something glints at the edge of her vision. Fry
turns back...parts clothes on a laundry line...and sees the
source of the glint.
Excited hits on her breather.
Fry vaults off the porch -- and starts walking as if on magnetic
bearing. Soon she's running.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
FRY (V.O.)
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Johns and the Chrislams trade looks.
EXT. SKIFF - DAY
FRY
Allahu Akbar!
Fry stops on a groomed runway, out of breath. The others catch
up. They too marvel at...
The skiff, a light-duty vehicle of hybrid technology -- part bush
plane, part space craft. Its fabric wings are wind-torn -- but
the hull looks intact.
EXT. TOP OF CRASH SHIP - DAY
CLOSE on caviar being added to toast-points.
A SCRABBLING SOUND stops Paris in mid-bite. He eases out of his
rocker, moves to the rear edge of the ship and looks down on...
A shadow ducking under him. Small rocks still trickle down a
dirt rampart just climbed by...someone.
PARIS
This now qualifies as the worst fun I've
ever had. Stop it.
No response.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
War-pick in hand, Paris eases to ground-level. He checks the
perimeter, looks inside the ship. Nobody. Is he being fucked
with? Again? He hopes?
PARIS
Audrey? Oh, Audrey....
AUDREY (O.S.)
What?
Paris spins. The voice came from the cargo hold -- and not where
he expected.
INT. CARGO HOLD - DAY
Blades of sunlight stream in through cracks in the hull. Paris
enters to find Shazza and Audrey cutting open containers,
searching for usable goods.
PARIS
Tell me that was you.
AUDREY
Okay, it was me. What'd I do now?
PARIS
Assailing my fragile sense of security,
that's what.
SHAZZA
What're you goin' on about? She's been
right here for the last....
They all see it: Sun-blades are momentarily blocked by something
passing outside. Someone.
SHAZZA
(a quiet probe)
Zeke?
No answer. Audrey springs to the other side of hold, puts an eye
to a crack there.
HULL-CRACK POV: Far away, Zeke finishes digging the grave. He
starts toward the ship.
Audrey whirls back, mouths a silent alarm: "RIDDICK!"
Paris goes bloodless. Shazza grabs the war-pick out of his
frozen hands, moves catlike to the main doors and poises there,
ready to strike. Audrey follows with the hunting boomerang.
All eyes watch as...
The sun-blades, winking off and on, chart Riddick's approach:
We feel like we're inside a magician's sword box, watching the
blades shave closer and closer to us. Suddenly he appears...
And Shazza swings hard.
AUDREY
No!
Facing them is a TOTAL STRANGER -- burned, half naked, one hand
still clutching the emergency-release lever of his cryo-locker.
Shazza stopped one inch short of killing him.
TOTAL STRANGER
I thought...my God, I thought I was the
only one who....
He lurches toward Shazza, trying to embrace her -- and sees blood
and brain-bits BLAM-BLAMMING against her. His own. The stranger
sinks bonelessly to the ground. FAST RACK to reveal Zeke in the
background, pistol leveled. He reads Shazza's horrified face --
and understands what he's done.
PARIS
Oh, Lord....
AUDREY
It was just somebody else. From the
crash. He was just....
ZEKE
Cripes galore, I thought it was him. The
murderin' ratbag. I thought he was....
He rushes over to check the dead stranger. As he bends down,
FAST RACK AGAIN to reveal Riddick in the background. He stands
20 paces off, still unseen by the others. His goggle eyes
covet...
Zeke's breather.
EXT. SKIFF - DAY
Fry exits the skiff.
FRY
No juice, looks like it's been laid up
for years. But we might be able to
adapt --
JOHNS
Shut up.
Outside, Johns has an ear cocked to the wind.
JOHNS (CONT'D)
Sorry. Thought I heard something.
FRY
Like what?
JOHNS
Like my pistola.
EXT. GRAVE SITE - SPIRED HILLS - DAY
START on the drag-sled carrying Corpse #4-- the stranger.
Zeke reaches the grave. The sun-tarp has fallen on one side,
blocking the sight-line between ship and grave. Zeke starts to
unload the body -- but sees something he didn't notice before:
There's some kind of opening at the bottom of the grave.
ZEKE
Now what the bloody hell....
Zeke hops down into the grave. CAMERA MOVES to reveal Riddick
hidden among the spires. He's been waiting for a chance just
like this.
EXT. GRAVE - DAY
Zeke drops to all fours. Looks into the tunnel. There seems to
be some kind of burrow beyond.
BURROW POV: Staring back at Zeke.
Zeke takes a handlight off his belt, shines it into the burrow.
It's the last thing he ever does.
INT./EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
As MORE GUNSHOTS jar Paris, Audrey, Shazza.
EXT. GRAVE - DAY
FURIOUS CLOSEUPS: Zeke fighting for his life. PISTOL BLASTING.
Something slashing at him. Blood dancing on air.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
Shazza sprints across hard-pack, heading for...
EXT. GRAVE SITE - SPIRED HILLS - DAY
The grave. She slaps aside the tarp to find...
Riddick. Bone-shiv in hand, he just stands on the other side of
the grave. Shazza looks down. And SCREAMS.
EXT. SPIRED HILLS - DAY
CAMERA PURSUES Riddick as he lopes through the spires, running
from the scene of the crime. He turns a blind corner -- and
SOMETHING NEARLY BLOWS HIS HEAD OFF at close range. He hits
ground. A boot steps on his neck, keeping him there.
JOHNS
Same crap, different planet, huh?
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
Sucking on their breathers, Fry and the Chrislams make it back to
the ship. They find Johns beating Riddick like a chained dog.
JOHNS
...I don't play that...I don't play that
so just try again. C'mon, Riddick, tell
me a better lie....
FRY
Ease up, ease up. JOHNS! Just tell me
what....
She hauls him off -- only to have Shazza start punching Riddick.
SHAZZA
What'd you do with 'im? You bloody sick
animal you, what'dja do with me Zeke?
EXT. GRAVE SITE - SPIRED HILLS - DAY
Fry and Johns stand over the grave. It's a gory mess -- but no
sign of Zeke. Johns has Riddick's confiscated shiv.
FRY
He used that?
JOHNS
Sir Shiv-a-lot. He likes to cut.
FRY
So why isn't it all bloody?
JOHNS
I assume he licked it clean.
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Riddick is back in chains, face pulpy from the beating, listening
to SOTTO VOCE VOICES outside. Fry enters, looks at him hard.
FRY
So where is he?
Riddick turns away, revealing a broken goggle-lens. The eye
beneath is closed: For some reason, he won't look at her.
FRY
Tell me about the sounds. You told them
you heard something right before....
(no response)
If you don't talk to me, Johns'll take
another crack at it -- at your skull.
RIDDICK
'Mean the whispers?
FRY
What whispers?
RIDDICK
The ones tellin' me to go for the sweet
spot -- just to the left of the spine,
fourth lumbar down. The abdominal aorta.
What a gusher. Had a cup on his belt,
so I used it to catch a little run-off.
Metallic taste to it, human blood.
Coppery. But if you cut it with
peppermint schnapps, that goes away.
Course, that's more for winter.
Summertime, I take mine straight.
Fry stares. Riddick gets a black satisfaction from his role as
Boogeyman: If fear is the only kind of respect he can get,
Riddick is going to grab some with both hands.
FRY
Why don't we try the truth now?
A head-shaking beat, then:
RIDDICK
All you people are so scared of me --
an' most days, I'd take that as a
compliment -- but it ain't me you gotta
worry about now.
FRY
Show me your eyes.
Again he turns away. She strips the goggles off. He sits with
lids shut tight, anticipating the pain.
FRY
Show me, Riddick.
Imagine a virgin undressing in front of someone for the first
time. That's how Riddick opens his eyes, startling us: No
irises, just huge black-pool pupils. And from deep within, a
jewel-like eyeshine. His eyes are as beautiful and unsettling as
those of a starved jaguar.
FRY
You did this? To yourself?
RIDDICK
Slam doctor. Well, we called him "doctor."
FRY
Heard about it. Just never seen it.
RIDDICK
Fairly fuckin' ironic, wouldn't you say?
Slamlight's so dim that you go and get
your eyeballs taken out and shined up --
then you wind up here. Three ass-kick
suns.
(replacing goggles)
Maybe I did do a few people. But not this
one. No ma'am, not this time.
FRY
Then where is he? He's not in the hole.
We looked.
RIDDICK
Look deeper.
He CLICKS HIS TONGUE at her.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
Chain looped over one shoulder, Fry heads back to the grave site.
Johns, Imam, Shazza, and Audrey keep pace as...
JOHNS
I know what happened -- he went off on the
guy, buried him on the hill somewhere, and
now he's trying to --
FRY
Let's just be sure.
JOHNS
I am sure. Look, murders aside, Riddick
belongs in the Asshole Hall of Fame. He
loves the jaw-jackin', loves making you
afraid, 'cuz that's all he has. And
you're playing right into --
FRY
We're gonna find the body, Johns. Christ,
you're a cop. Why am I tellin' you this?
We gotta go down and find it.
JOHNS
Well, don't ask me to.
FRY
Thought you didn't believe his story.
JOHNS
I don't. But that ground looked none too
stable, and I don't want anyone --
AUDREY
If you're afraid, I'll go.
He shoots Audrey a scowl.
FRY
Nobody else is going down but me, okay?
JOHNS
(pulling her aside)
Hey. Bein' ballsy with your life now
doesn't change what came before -- it's
just stupid.
FRY
What, you think I'm doin' this to prove
something?
JOHNS
You said it, not me. Let's just not let
one bad call lead to another.
FRY
Thanks for the tip, Johns.
"Now get outta my way."
EXT. GRAVE - DAY
Chain hooked to her web belt, Fry drops into the grave. She
peers into the burrow...looks back up at the halo of faces above
her...then slithers out of sight.
INT. BURROW - DAY
Letting her eyes adjust, Fry pats around lightly. Quickly she
finds Zeke's handlight, tries it. Broken.
EXT. GRAVE-SITE - SPIRED HILLS - DAY
CLOSE on the chain slithering through hands, playing out as Fry
moves deeper underground.
INT. UPHILL TUNNEL - DAY
Fry makes an uphill turn. Sees a spray of light ahead. Worms
forward to reach...
INT. THE LAIR - DAY
Another chamber, wide and just large enough to stand in. Shafts
of daylight bore down into the room. More old bones litter the
floor. Fry moves into one shaft and looks up at...
An earthen funnel. The inside of a spire.
FRY
They're hollow....
CLICK-CLICK.
Fry slow-turns toward the sound.
CLICK-CLICK-CLICK.
There's something here, something just beyond the cusp of light.
Something unfolding.
An icy hand grips her heart. Soundlessly, Fry backtracks her
chain, but...
Something shadows across the exit. It stops her cold.
Her hand finds something new. She angles it to the light. It's
one of Zeke's boots -- with a bit of Zeke still in it.
CLICKITY-CLICKITY-CLICKITY....
The whole chamber is coming alive around her, shadows unfurling,
skulking the perimeter, circling.
Something impales the boot out of her hand, reclaiming it. It
was faster than a lightning-strike.
A paralyzed beat before...
Fry makes her move, rolling back into the shaft of daylight and
springing straight up into...
INT. SPIRE - DAY
The spire. Bracing against the walls, Fry tries to "walk" her
way up -- but her chain goes taut. Did it catch on something?
Or did something catch it? Fry starts pounding the earthen walls.
FRY
Here! I'm in HERE, HERE, HERE!
EXT. GRAVE-SITE - SPIRED HILLS - DAY
IMAM
Did you hear....
They drop down and suspend their heads over the bloody grave,
listening. Nothing now.
INT. SPIRE - DAY
FRY
I'm over here in the --
Something tugs on her chain.
FRY
Oh, God....
CLOSE on her feet. Kicking hard at the walls, trying to gouge
out footholds.
A stronger tug. Fry loses altitude, slipping closer to...
The MADLY CLICKING LAIR below.
She tries to jettison her belt -- but can't brace herself up and
undo the belt. Suddenly...
Something explodes near her head. Daylight appears, followed by
faces, human faces. They're breaking through the spire with the
pick-ax. Hands reach inside...
EXT. SPIRED HILLS - DAY
...and birth her into daylight. Overlapping:
JOHNS
We got you...it's okay, it's okay...we got
you now....
IMAM
The child heard you before any of us could
even....
SHAZZA
Did you find him? You find Zeke?
FRY
(half insane)
...wasn't Riddick...it was...it was...
goddamn, that was stupid....but wasn't
Riddick. Somethin' else down there that
got Zeke and nearly got --
Her. She flies back into the spire. Something's still got the
chain.
The others grab at flailing limbs. It's a tug-of-war now, human
hands on one end, unseen "hands" on the other -- and the humans
are losing. Until...
Imam unsheathes his blade...
And slices through Fry's belt.
INT. SPIRE - DAY
As the chain falls down the spire. Without Fry.
INT./EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
FAST SHOTS: Survivors packing up O2, liquor, umbrellas, the
Koran -- whatever qualifies as "essential" on this planet. Amid
the activity, Audrey pauses to look at...
The spired hills.
INT. BATTERY BAY - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Fry and Imam pull a power cell from the ship's battery bay,
THUMPING it down on the deck.
IMAM
One is all?
FRY
For now.
INT. CARGO HOLD - DAY
At his personal locker, Johns digs out a box of shotgun shells.
He bypasses the blue-metal shells for a red-metal one. There's
something special about it -- though what, we can't be sure.
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY
A shadow falls over Riddick. He doesn't look up.
RIDDICK
Found somethin' worse than me, huh?
JOHNS
We're movin'. And I'm just wondering if
I shouldn't lighten the load right now.
Now their eyes meet. Johns RATCHETS HIS SHOTGUN and points it
at Riddick's head.
RIDDICK
Woof, woof.
The SHOTGUN EXPLODES. CAMERA PANS off of Johns to show
Riddick still alive. The shotgun discharged next to his head and
blew off his wrist chains.
JOHNS
Want you to remember this moment, Riddick.
The way it coulda gone and didn't.
RIDDICK
(deaf)
Say that again.
JOHNS
Here's the deal. You work without the
chains, without the bit -- without the
shivs. You help us get off this rock....
RIDDICK
For what? The honor of goin' back to some
asshole of a cell?
JOHNS
Truth is, Riddick, I'm tired of this
head-up shit. I wanna be free of you as
much as you wanna be free of me.
A beat. The future rearranges in Riddick's head.
RIDDICK
You'd cut me loose, Boss?
JOHNS
Only if we both get outta this alive.
And there may be a way.
He offers a hand to help Riddick up, to seal the deal.
RIDDICK
(staring at hand)
My recommendation: Do me. Don't take
the chance that I'll get shiv-happy on
your wannabe ass. Ghost me, Riddick.
Would if I were you.
JOHNS
If you were me, I'd kill us both. C'mon,
you wanna sit at the grown-up table or not?
A beat. Riddick reaches out for the hand -- and grabs the
shotgun with his off-hand. A blur of movement. Suddenly Johns
is staring at the eyes of his own shotgun.
RIDDICK
Want you to remember this moment.
He pumps shotgun, spitting blue shells over Johns. He drops the
emptied gun and walks away.
EXT. PLANET - DAY
EXTREMELY WIDE: Blue sun setting, yellow and red sun rising.
The survivors trek for the settlement. Fry and Imam lug the
power cell between them, but the real load is shouldered by...
Riddick. Promoted from murderous monster to beast of burden,
he tows a drag-sled heavy with cargo.
PARIS
(to Johns)
So just like that. Wave your little wand
and he's one of us now.
JOHNS
Didn't say that. But least this way I
don't have to worry about falling asleep
and not wakin' up.
IMAM
Well, I feel we owe Mr. Riddick amends.
SHAZZA
Oh, right. Let's all line up and beg his
forgiveness. Right you are.
IMAM
At least give the man some oxygen....
JOHNS
He's happy just bein' vertical. Leave him
be.
AUDREY
So I can talk to him now?
JOHNS/SHAZZA
(in unison)
No.
Paris drops a wine bottle. Trailing, Riddick collects it.
PARIS
Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer,
entrepreneur.
RIDDICK
(shaking hands)
Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict,
murderer.
Instead of returning the bottle, Riddick opens it and drinks.
Paris hurries to catch up to the others.
PARIS
You know, if I owned Hell and this
planet...I believe I'd rent this out and
live in Hell.
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - DAY
FRY'S POV: Of spires high above us.
The group falls silent as they transit the canyon, all eyes on
the spires. Fry stops short, hearing...
CLICKITY-CLICK.
Neck hairs rise -- but soon the sound vanishes. The group starts
moving again, faster.
CLICKITY-CLICKITY-CLICK.
Are they being stalked? Nervously, Fry traces the sound back
to...
Beads dangling from the belt of Pilgrim #1. Whenever he moves,
the STRINGS CLACK together.
EXT. SKIFF - DAY
PARIS
I mean, usually I can appreciate antiques,
but, uh....
The survivors have reached the settlement. Fry is trying to get
the power cell aboard the skiff as the others walk its exterior.
JOHNS
Little ratty-ass.
FRY
Nothing we can't repair -- so long as the
electrical adapts.
SHAZZA
Not a star-jumper.
RIDDICK
Doesn't need to be. Use this to get back
up to the Sol-Track Shipping Lanes, stick
out a thumb. You'll get picked up.
(to Fry)
Right?
Fry looks from Riddick to Johns. "How did he know that?"
FRY
Little help here?
They muscle the power cell aboard. Riddick starts to follow, but
Johns blocks. He doesn't want Riddick inside.
JOHNS
Check those containers for me. See what
we can patch wings with.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
With religious fervor, the Chrislams are repairing the moisture-
recovery unit -- the machine Allah led them to.
INT. SKIFF - DAY
START on the battery bay. Hands are adapting the power cell to
the skiffs older electrical system. Soon...
Lights wink on throughout the ship.
FRY
Okay, that should buy us a sys-check.
But we'll need more cells.
JOHNS
How many?
FRY
15 6-gigs here...90 gigs total...other
ship carries 20-gig cells, so...five.
Five total to launch.
JOHNS
25 kilos each, huh?
SHAZZA
Old sand-cat outside. See if I can't get
it up and chuggin'.
JOHNS
Do it. And if you need an extra hand,
tap our problem child out....
(looking out)
Where's Riddick?
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
He's walking the ghost town, finding dead gardens...upended
chairs and furniture...broken skylights. Behind his back...
Audrey and Pilgrim #3 (the youngest Chrislam) scurry through
FRAME, stalking this curious monster in their midst.
EXT. MOISTURE-RECOVERY UNIT - SETTLEMENT - DAY
CLOSE on the other Chrislams, faces charged with anticipation
while awaiting...
The first drop of water. It appears at the bottom of a pipette.
Tongues fight for it. Another drop forms in its place. Now
another and another. It brings CHEERS.
INT. MAIN ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
CLOSE on Paris' hands. Getting ready to celebrate, he unwraps
crystal goblets...dusts off the refectory table...and rehangs an
old Christmas garland. INTERCUT WITH...
EXT. CORING ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
Hands digging in dirt.
Covertly, Audrey and Pilgrim #3 watch Riddick digging near the
entrance of a tall windowless structure.
He excavates a pair of broken eyeglasses... a shattered light...
and a child's tin robot, timeless. Riddick thumbs a solar panel
clean. The robot's language program warbles to life:
ROBOT
"...to all intruders. I am the guardian
of this land. I will protect my masters
at all cost. Death to all intruders..."
Riddick stands and tries the doors. Locked. He peers through a
small filthy window. Is there something moving inside? Nothing
now. Riddick removes some windblown trash from a doorside sign.
"Coring Room."
JOHNS (O.S.)
Missin' the party. C'mon.
It's Johns, keeping him on a short leash. Leaving, Riddick kicks
a trash bin. Hard.
RIDDICK
Missin' the party. C'mon.
He leaves. HOLD on the trash bin a beat.
AUDREY (O.S.)
Talkin' to me?
INT. CORING ROOM - DAY
PILGRIM'S POV: Of Audrey exiting the trash bin and running after
Riddick and Johns.
Pilgrim #3 is at the window of the coring room. He's found a way
inside. By the window's feeble light, he starts exploring. Just
visible at the center of this room is a vertical coring drill.
INT. MAIN ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
IMAM
...and for this, our gift of drink, we
give thanks in the name of our Prophet,
Muhammad, peace be upon him, and to our
Lord, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and to his
father, Allah the Compassionate and the
Merciful.
PARIS
(to himself)
The strangest religion....
Pilgrims finish pouring cloudy water into goblets. Riddick gets
the last of it -- the part with sediment. SELECTED CLOSEUPS as
they drink. Nothing ever tasted finer.
PARIS
Perhaps we should toast our hosts. Who
were these people, anyway? Miners?
SHAZZA
Looks like geologists. Advance team,
moves around from rock to rock.
JOHNS
Musta crapped out here, huh?
AUDREY
But why did they leave their ship?
Silence. It's a question no one has chosen to deal with yet.
Imam notices one water glass unspoken for.
EXT. CORING ROOM - DAY
CLOSE on the "Coring Room" sign. An attached solar panel begins
moving, orienting toward sunlight. When it catches the full
brunt of the suns' rays...
STORM SHUTTERS unlatch on the roof.
INT. CORING ROOM - DAY
Pilgrim #3 hears SHOOTING LATCHES overhead. That sound brings
another sound: A strange SKITTERING. The pilgrim looks up. Is
there something in the rafters?
INT. MAIN ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
JOHNS
(answering Audrey)
Well, just a skiff. Disposable, really.
PARIS
Like an emergency life-raft, right?
SHAZZA
Sure. Coulda had a real drop-ship take
them off-planet. Long gone.
PARIS
A toast to their ghosts, then....
Goblets rise.
RIDDICK
Didn't leave, these people. Whatever got
Zeke got them. They're all dead.
It's like he just pissed in the punchbowl.
RIDDICK (CONT'D)
What, you don't really think they left
with their clothes on the lines? Photos
on the walls?
SHAZZA
Maybe they had weight limits, you don't
know.
RIDDICK
I know you don't uncrate your emergency
ship unless there's a fucking emergency.
JOHNS
Rag it, Riddick. Nobody wants your
theories on --
FRY
(to Riddick)
So what happened? Where are they, then?
Fry is the only one willing to look at reality -- or at least
glance its way. At the window, Imam scans outside.
IMAM
Has anyone seen the young one? Ali?
RIDDICK
(to Fry and Imam)
Has anyone checked the coring room?
INT. CORING ROOM - DAY
Now the storm shutters start yawning open, spreading daylight
over Pilgrim #3 and...
The ceiling rafters. They're encrusted with thick nests of...
something. The SKITTERING grows louder, more agitated.
Sensing trouble, Pilgrim #3 hurries for a sliver of daylight in
a wall -- the breach he entered through. He never gets there:
Sunlight hits the first nest. It EXPLODES WITH LIFE.
INT./EXT. MAIN ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
As Imam hears the SCREAM.
IMAM
Ali....
INT. CORING ROOM - DAY
CHAOTIC SHOTS: More NESTS EXPLODE into individual creatures,
winged hatchlings moving like bats in a fire, talons hacking and
slashing. His exit blocked, Pilgrim #3 veers into...
A dark supply room. He slams the door, MUMBLES A BLESSING and
waits for the storm to pass. He's been cut -- but at least he's
still alive.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
As the survivors run for the coring room.
INT. MAIN ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
As Riddick stays behind to drink their water.
INT. CORING ROOM - DAY
HINGES ARE BLASTED AWAY. The door caves in. Imam shoulders
past Johns to enter and find...
The empty coring room.
IMAM
Ali?
A NOISE from the supply room. Is it Ali? Just too scared to
come out? Imam opens the door...
And hatchlings pour out.
Moving with a gang-intelligence, they circle the room in a wave,
soar high into the rafters -- then plunge into the coring shaft,
SQUEALS VANISHING to infinity. Shocked silence, then...
Pilgrim #3 tumbles to the ground. He's been shredded into bloody
kite-tails. There was a nest inside the supply room.
Imam falls on him in grief. Johns and Fry inch forward to peer
down...
The coring shaft. It's littered with human bones. The skeletons
of the settlers. Scattered about and picked clean.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
Against a blue sunrise, the Chrislams hold a prayer service.
Paris and Audrey attend. Riddick watches from afar.
INT. CORING ROOM - DAY
SHAZZA
Why was the door chained up? Why the
bloody hell would they lock themselves in
like that?
JOHNS
Not sure, but tell you what: Chrislams
better not be diggin' another grave out
there.
RIDDICK (O.S.)
Other buildings weren't secure...
They turn. Riddick enters.
RIDDICK (CONT'D)
...so they ran here. Heaviest doors.
Thought they'd be safe inside, but...
(looks down shaft)
Someone forget to lock the back door.
Shazza joins him at the shaft. Gazing on the human remains:
SHAZZA
So that's what come of me Zeke. An' you
saw it. You was right there.
Riddick nods.
SHAZZA (CONT'D)
You were tryin' to kill him too.
RIDDICK
(shrugging, "not
necessarily")
Just wanted his O-2.
(a beat)
Though I notice he tried to ghost my ass.
When he shot up that stranger instead.
Shazza can't deny it. She looks at him differently now, the man
she once beat while in chains. She takes off her breather.
SHAZZA
Take it.
RIDDICK
(suspicious)
What, it's broken?
SHAZZA
Startin' to acclimate, anyhow. Take it.
Riddick accepts it awkwardly, sucks down some pure O2. Johns
watches the exchange closely, not much liking the idea of Riddick
being promoted to oxygen-breathing human.
JOHNS
(to Fry)
Let's board this up and get the hell gone.
They seem to stick to the dark, so if we
stick to daylight, should be all --
FRY
60 years ago.
JOHNS
Wha'?
Coring samples line the room, laid out on counters. Fry's been
scrutinizing them.
FRY
Core-samples are dated. Last one is 60
years ago. This month.
SHAZZA
Yeah? What's special about that?
FRY
Dunno. Maybe nothing, but....
But now Fry remembers...
INT. LIVING QUARTERS - SETTLEMENT - DAY
The orrery. The year-counter clicks over to "45" as...
Fry opens the drive box and starts turning the main gear,
accelerating the orbits.
CLOSE on the counter. "56...57...58...59...60."
They all see it: A giant ringed world eclipses the suns and
plunges their planet into darkness. Persistent darkness.
JOHNS
Are you fuckin' kidding me?
RIDDICK
Not afraid of the dark, are you?
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
Crossing the yard in wide strides:
FRY
...need those cells from the crash ship.
Shit, still gotta check out the hull,
patch the wings --
JOHNS
Let's wait on the power cells.
FRY
Wait for what? Until it's so dark we
can't even find our way back to --
JOHNS
We're not sure when it happens, so let's
not --
FRY
Get the fucking cells over here, Johns.
What's the discussion?
A beat.
JOHNS
Ever tell you how Riddick escaped?
INT. SKIFF - DAY
Alone inside the skiff, Johns and Fry continue with more privacy.
FRY
(jarred)
He can pilot?
JOHNS
Hijacked a prison transport, made a
helluva good run 'fore I tracked him down.
FRY
(with faint hope)
Okay, maybe that's a good thing. Maybe I
can use him to help with --
JOHNS
He also figured out how to kill the pilot,
Fry.
A mental shiver.
FRY
You said we were going to trust him now.
You said there was a deal.
JOHNS
That's what I said.
He challenges her to read his mind.
FRY
Oh, this is a dangerous game you're
playing, Johns.
JOHNS
May've noticed chains don't work on this
guy. Only way we're truly safe is if he
believes he's goin' free. But if he stops
believin' --
FRY
You mean, if he learns that you're gonna
royally fuck him over.
JOHNS (CONT'D)
-- we need a fail-safe. Bring the cells
over at the last possible minute -- when
the wings are ready, when we know we're
ready to launch.
Fry looks at him with new eyes.
FRY
You know, he hasn't harmed any of us.
Far as I can tell, he hasn't even lied
to us. Just stick to the deal, Johns.
Let him go if that's what it --
JOHNS
He's a murderer. The law says he's gotta
do his bid.
Shaking her head, she looks off.
FRY
Dancin' on razor blades here...
JOHNS
I won't give him a chance to grab another
ship -- or to slash another pilot's throat.
EXT. SKIFF - SETTLEMENT - DAY
Johns descends the gangway -- and finds Riddick erecting a field
table in the shade of the skiff. He seems out of earshot. Now,
anyway. As they trade looks, another flu-like shiver runs
through Johns.
RIDDICK
Bad sign. Shakin' like that in this heat.
Johns moves on. The Chrislams appear, shouldering a roll of
Vectran (wing-fabric material). They drop it on the table.
Ready to cut bindings, Imam pats his hip for the knife that was
just there.
RIDDICK
(looking after Johns)
I'll cut.
He has the knife.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
As Shazza and Audrey repair the sand-cat.
EXT. SKIFF - DAY
CLOSE on the knife slicing through the Vectran.
Riddick hands the trim to Pilgrim #1. CAMERA FOLLOWS as he
scampers onto the skiff...balance-beams over wing-struts...and
delivers the piece to Imam, who stitches the fabric like an old
Berber rug-weaver. Pilgrim #1 pauses to check on...
The setting blue sun. Nothing unusual. Yet.
INT. SKIFF - DAY
The hatch closes, seals.
CLOSE on a monitor. A "HULL INTEGRITY TEST" is underway. Fry
scans rising pressure gauges.
RIDDICK (O.S.)
Looks like we're a few shy....
Fry whirls. Riddick is aboard, staring at the depleted battery
bay. And he has Imam's blade.
RIDDICK (CONT'D)
Power cells.
FRY
They're coming.
RIDDICK
Strange, not doin' a run-up on the main
drive yet.
(half-beat)
Strange unless he told you the particulars
of my escape.
FRY
I got the quick-and-ugly version.
RIDDICK
An' now you're worried about a repeat of
history?
FRY
Entered our minds.
RIDDICK
I asked what you thought.
FRY
You scare me, Riddick. That's what you
wanna hear, isn't it? There, I admit it,
Can I get back to work now?
She finds the courage to turn her back on him. Riddick moves
closer -- and takes a beat to scan the controls. The cabin
pressure builds.
RIDDICK
Think Johns is an do-right man? You
think I can trust him to cut me loose?
A beat. Does Riddick already know? Is he testing her?
FRY
Why, what'd you hear?
RIDDICK
Well, guess if it was trickeration he'd
just do me, huh? Then again...I am worth
twice as much alive.
(reading her face)
Didn't know? Johns ain't a cop. Oh, he's
got that shiny badge an' all, but nah --
he's just a merc and I'm just a payday.
That's why he won't kill me. The creed is
greed.
It knocks her off stride, but...
FRY
Save it, Riddick. We aren't gonna turn on
each other -- no matter how hard you try.
Riddick moves right up behind her.
RIDDICK
I don't truly know what's gonna happen
when the lights go out, Carolyn -- but I
do know that once the dyin' starts, this
little psycho family of ours is gonna rip
itself apart. So you better find out the
truth. Come nightfall, you better know
exactly who's standing behind you.
A monitor chirps the news: "HULL INTEGRITY --100%." EXHALING
GASSES, the hatch opens automatically.
RIDDICK
Oh, ask him 'bout those shakes. And ask
why your crew-pal had to scream like that
'fore he died.
INT. PRIVATE ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
CLOSEUPS: Hands select a red-metal shotgun shell from a box...
pull the shell open...remove a glass ampule hidden inside...drop
the ampule into a injection syringe. The syringe touches an
eager arm vein.
FRY (O.S.)
Who are you? Really?
Shirt off, Johns looks up. She's in the doorway.
FRY (CONT'D)
You're not a real cop, are you? Just some
mercenary who goes around talkin' about
the law like --
JOHNS
I never said I was.
FRY
Never said you were a hype, either.
She moves closer. Rummages through his stuff brazenly. Finds a
shitload of red shells with the hidden ampules.
JOHNS
You have a little caffeine in the morning,
I have a little morphine. So what?
FRY
And here you got two mornings every day.
Wow, were you born lucky?
JOHNS
Not a problem unless you're gonna make --
FRY
(lashing)
You made it a problem when you let Owens
die like that. When you had enough drugs
to knock out a fucking mule-team.
JOHNS
Owens was already dead. His brain just
hadn't caught on to that fact.
FRY
Anything else we should know about you,
Johns? Christ, here I am lettin' you play
games with our lives when --
He catches her hands -- and moves them around his body, forcing
her into an embrace. We understand why when we see a CLOSEUP
of her hands: They find a jagged purple scar beside his spine.
JOHNS
My first run-in with Riddick. Went for
the sweet-spot and missed. They had to
leave a piece of the shiv in there. I can
feel it, sometimes, pressing against the
cord.
(giving her hands back)
So maybe the care and feeding of my
nerve-endings is my business.
FRY
You coulda helped. And you didn't.
O.S., we hear the Chrislams JABBERING ARABIC and calling for
"Captain, Captain...."
JOHNS
Yeah, well, look to thine own ass first.
Right, "captain"?
It cuts deep.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
Fry and Johns move outside. The others have gathered, all eyes
gang-locked on...
An arch in the sky. Luminous, ominous, it grows from the horizon.
PARIS
What do my eyes see?
FRY
It's starting....
They watch hypnotically as the arch rises, inching toward the two
suns. Shazza shakes out of the trance first.
SHAZZA
(to Fry)
If we need anything from the crash ship --
I suggest we kick on. That sand-cat's
solar.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - DAY
MULTIPLE SHOTS: Shazza cranking the sand-cat...hands snatching
up lights, water, ropes...Chrislams piling aboard the sand-cat.
FRY
LET'S GET THOSE CELLS!
Sand-cat moving...Riddick jumping onto the rear bed....Paris and
Audrey running, catching up.
SHAZZA
We stay together! C'mon!
INT. PRIVATE ROOM - SETTLEMENT - DAY
Johns doubles back, grabs his shotgun shells, swings out the
door...
EXT. INCINERATOR - SETTLEMENT - DAY
...and catches up to the sand-cat. Riddick reels him aboard.
RIDDICK
Don't wanna miss this.
AUDREY
Lookit. Lookit!
They turn back to see the rim of a giant planet. It's cresting
over the horizon. The luminous arch is the planet's rings.
EXT. RIBCAGE - THE GAUNTLET - DAY
The sand-cat storms through the canyon. As it passes through the
massive ribcage...
The ROLL CAGE SMASHES OUT some low-bridge bones.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
The sand-cat reaches the crash ship. Bodies leap off. Paris
steals a look at...
The rising planet. It threatens to blot out suns, sky, universe.
INT. BATTERY BAY - CRASH SHIP - DAY
Johns yanks the first power cell and starts dragging it over the
deck. Riddick yanks a second cell and, carrying it on his
shoulder, passes Johns with a suck-my-ass grin. Johns shoulders
his cell and stumbles after.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY
Shazza wheels the sand-cat around, getting clearance between it
and the ship.
The Chrislams lash a scrap-metal sled to the sand-cat.
Riddick drops the first cell onto the sled, Johns the second.
They're racing the eclipse and each other.
EXT. SKY - DAY TO DUSK
As the rings of the planet eclipse the yellow sun.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DUSK
It's like God just closed a blind: Daylight dims. The change in
light brings a GROWING HIGH-PITCHED SOUND.
FRY
Don't stop, don't stop....
But Paris can't help himself. He squints to see...
EXT. SPIRED HILLS - DUSK
The spires. THE SOUND seems to come from there.
EXT. SKY - DUSK
As the rings eclipse the red sun.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DEEP DUSK
A second darkness sweeps over the survivors. Now they all stop,
beholding...
EXT. SPIRED HILLS - DEEP DUSK
Something pouring from the spire-tops. Backlit by coronal light,
it first seems to be smoke or ash -- but soon we realize these
are living things, HATCHLINGS SQUEALING IN DELIGHT over their
first nightfall.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DEEP DUSK
JOHNS
Jesus, how many can there....
They keep coming, filling the sky with thick waves. Mercifully,
the hatchlings seem to be moving away. But now one wave cleaves
from another -- and does a quick about-face.
PARIS
Just a suggestion, but perhaps we should
flee.
FRY
Cargo hold, everyone in the cargo hold.
lesgo, lesgo, lesgo.
They run. Reach the cargo hold. Turn back to see...
Riddick and Shazza still coming. Hearing the SQUEALING WAVE
descending on them...
Riddick and Shazza hit to the dirt. Hatchlings torrent just
inches overhead.
CLOSE on Shazza. Horrified. Hard to breathe. Like being
underwater.
CLOSE on Riddick. He watches in awe, no more frightened that a
kid lying on his back looking up at the stars. Experimenting, he
eases a bone-shiv into the hatchlings. Instantly it's whittled
down to nothing. It's like a river of razor blades.
The hatchling keep coming. Shazza whips a panicky look at the
cargo hold. Can she make it? Should she even try?
AUDREY
Tell her to stay there. Stay down.
SHAZZA, JUST STAY DOWN!
Shazza starts worming toward the cargo hold. Suddenly the
hatchings vanish. A beat. Is it safe? Shazza gets to her
feet...
FRY
No, no, NO, NO, NO....
...and the wave is back, enveloping Shazza.
INT./EXT. CARGO HOLD - DEEP DUSK
Standing in the mouth of the cargo container, the others get a
last glimpse of Shazza as she flies by the doors, caught up in
the funnel-cloud of hatchlings. Then she's simply gone.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DEEP DUSK
Still on the ground, Riddick checks left and right like someone
about to cross a busy street. Now he gets up, smacks his hands
clean, strolls for the hold. Behind him...
A rising GANG-CLICKING.
CLOSE on Fry. She knows the sound better than anyone.
EXT. SPIRED HILLS - DEEP DUSK
The spires are crumbling, torn down from within.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - DEEP DUSK
Reaching the cargo hold, Riddick turns around for one last look.
PUSH IN as he sheds goggles -- and looks at the world with his
jaguar eyes.
RIDDICK'S POV: In degraded image, we see the predators -- adult
hatchlings -- emerge from the spires. They're large, mammalian,
hammer-headed. They CLICK with echo-location, sounding out the
world they haven't inhabited in 60 years.
FRY
What is it? What's happening?
RIDDICK'S POV: The predators launch from the hills, gliding,
SOUNDING, searching.
RIDDICK
Like I said. Ain't me you gotta worry
about.
EXT. SKY - DEEP DUSK TO NIGHT
The rim of the planet overtakes both suns. The world goes dark.
INT. CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Vault-like DOORS BOOM CLOSED.
The survivors are locked inside the only secure part of the ship.
Somehow they've been reduced to neanderthals huddling in their
cave, listening to the howls of the sabertooths.
AUDREY
What if...what if she's still out there...
still alive....
JOHNS
Well, I don't want to jump to conclusions
here...but 'member that boneyard? These
just might be the fuckers that killed
every other living thing on this planet,
okay? Chances of Shazza knockin' on that
door anytime soon are just about zero
squared.
FRY
(agreeing)
I saw the cut-marks on the bones. Wasn't
a natural die-off.
IMAM
Quiet, please. Everyone.
Imam is listening at the cargo door. The others pile up
alongside, ears tuned like radar. CLICKING SWEEPS PAST outside.
AUDREY
(whispering)
Why do they do that? Make that sound?
IMAM
Perhaps the way they see. With sound,
reflecting back.
FRY
(realizing)
Echo-location. That's what it is....
Now MORE CLICKING -- behind them. Lights whip around to find...
Nothing. Only the door of an open container about halfway down
the tunnel-like hold.
A volley of looks. "How the fuck could one get in here?"
FRY
Breach in the hull. I dunno.
More CLICKING. Johns realizes they expect him to check it out.
JOHNS
I'd rather piss glass.
RIDDICK
Well, you got the big gauge.
JOHNS
Wanna rag your fat mouth?
AUDREY
Maybe it's just their beads again. Imam,
are you still --
IMAM
No, no, no, I do not believe --
JOHNS
C'mon, man, you're drivin' everybody
bugfuck with those things. Why don't you
just lose the goddamn....
More CLICKING -- along with the sound of TOPPLING CARGO.
RIDDICK
Big beads.
Butching up, Johns sucks on his breather and shimmies toward...
The open container. Leading with his shotgun, he FIRES blindly
around the door. Something SQUEALS -- then silence. Johns eases
his head and a light around the door to spot...
Hatchlings on the ground, blasted into dog food.
JOHNS
(to others)
Okay. We're okay. Just some small ones
that musta --
Something WHOOSHES for his head, swinging like a scythe. It
catches his shotgun, DISCHARGING IT, giving us...
A flash-image of an adult predator. Up close.
In one thin second, Johns is back with the others.
JOHNS
Very big beads.
PARIS
Not staying in here another....
He goes for the main-door lever, ready to flee into the night.
Fry lunges for him.
FRY
Christ, you don't know what's out there!
PARIS
I know what's in here!
IMAM
Everybody come, this way and we should be
safe. Hurry, please....
INT. FIRST CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Imam shepherds them into a container. The door slams closed.
At first, only the sound of MOUTHS SUCKING BREATHERS. Then a
SCRATCHING.
Johns fumbles with a cutting torch. Gets it burning. Adjusts
the gasses to illuminate...
The door. Scythe-like blades are probing joints. Suddenly HEAVY
BLOWS drive everyone back.
RIDDICK
(to Johns)
Can you do sumpin' else with that?
'Sides holding it in my fucking face?
Taking the hint, Johns starts cutting the common wall between
containers. It's a race between the sparks of his cutter and the
blades of the predators.
INT. SECOND CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
An burn-outline appears in the common wall. Johns kicks out the
escape hatch. Audrey speed-crawls through first as...
INT. FIRST CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Predators shred into the container right behind them, CLICKING,
sweeping, hunting.
INT. THIRD/FOURTH CONTAINERS - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
SERIES OF SHOTS: Again and again, they burn a new escape hatch
just as the predators break into the container being vacated,
always entering darkness.
INT. FIFTH CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Inside their fifth container now, Johns torches away. Fry and
Paris use cargo to block the entrance hole -- then block the
cargo with their bodies.
Riddick adds his weight -- until he notices pepper-shot in the
cargo. Suspecting the worst, he leaves the others behind...
PARIS
Hello, hello?
...and moves to the front of the container where darkness
prevails. Something SQUISHES underfoot. He slips off goggles.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of dead hatchlings on the floor. This is the
open container, the one where Johns found predators.
Sensing energy, Riddick lifts his face.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of an adolescent predator. It squats atop cargo,
eating a hatchling. A heavy bone-blade crowns its skull.
Sensing Riddick, it sweeps the area with INQUISITIVE CLICKS.
PREDATOR POV: Of Riddick.
(NOTE: The PREDATOR POV is a crude image that gives impression
without detail. We're "seeing" what the predator hears with
echo-location. Think of a sonagram that strobes and wraps its
subject in 3-D space.)
Oblivious, the others kick out the new escape hatch. Audrey,
Fry, and Johns worm through. Imam and Pilgrim #2 hang back.
"Where's Riddick?"
He's in a stare-down with a predator.
Searching, Pilgrim #2 rounds a corner -- and finds his head
caught in a vice-like grip.
RIDDICK
Don't. Move.
RIDDICK'S POV: As a second predator appears above them. This
one reaches down with its scythe blade...
And gently probes the two men. It wants know what they're made
of.
CLOSE on the pilgrim's shoes. Over-running with piss.
More blades descend, moving over them like surgical instruments.
One test-slices Riddick's shirt.
INT. SIXTH CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
In the next container, Fry waits anxiously. Hissing through the
escape hatch:
FRY
Imam? Where are they?
INT. FIFTH CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
CLOSE on a predator's scythe blade. It test-slices the pilgrim's
skin. Blood wells up. All CLICKING CEASES.
IMAM (O.S.)
Hasan?
FRY (O.S.)
Riddick?
TIGHT on the pilgrim -- more scared now that the clicking has
stopped. Losing his nerve, he bolts.
RIDDICK
No....
The predators are on him, just blurs in the dark. DEATH-SCREAM.
RIDDICK'S POV: A third predator appears above him.
Making his move, Riddick darts around cargo and heads for the
escape hatch as...
Fry's light catches him square in the face. Blinded, Riddick
HOWLS and stumbles forward. Fry's light leaps deeper to hit...
The predator right behind him. With a similar reaction, the
beast HOWLS and flails back.
HOLD on Fry for a time-stopped moment. What stopped it? Was it
really her? Suddenly a SHOTGUN EXPLODES beside her head. Jacked
up, Johns is BLASTING shadows.
FRY
Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!
JOHNS
'Sokay, 'sokay. I killed it.
They give him a look. "Sure you did." Suddenly a CARCASS SLAMS
to the floor, sending everyone jumping back in a perfect splash-
pattern. "Christ, he did kill one."
Fry reclaims her dropped light and beams it on the carcass.
Wherever the light strikes it, the flesh chars and steams.
FRY
There....
PARIS
Like the light is scalding it.
FRY
It hurts them. Light actually hurts
them....
VULTURE SOUNDS from the two O.S. adolescents, fighting over the
scraps of the pilgrim.
IMAM
Is that...Hasan?
Riddick nods.
JOHNS
We'll burn a candle for him later. C'mon.
INT. SIXTH CONTAINER - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Cargo has been shoved against the door and walls. The survivors
gather around Fry's handlight. Audrey -- tough little Audrey --
has been reduced to a shivering lump of mush.
FRY
...one cutting torch...one handlight here,
two more in the cabin...I think two
more....
PARIS
Spirits. Anything over 45 proof burns
well.
FRY
How many bottles?
PARIS
Not sure. Ten?
FRY
Those umbrellas, the ones that mist.
Would they burn?
(reading his face)
If you got a receipt?
PARIS
Possibly.
FRY
Awright. So maybe we'll have enough light.
JOHNS
Enough for what?
Now she challenges him to be the mind-reader.
JOHNS (CONT'D)
Oh, lady. If you're in your right mind,
I pray you go insane.
FRY
(to others)
We can stick to the plan. If we get four
cells back to the skiff, we're off this
rock.
PARIS
I hate to kill a beautiful theory with an
ugly fact, but that sand-cat won't run at
night.
FRY
We'll have to carry the cells...drag
them...whatever it takes.
Troubled faces. Is it just our imagination? Or is the light on
the floor growing dimmer?
AUDREY
You mean...tonight? With all those things
still out there?
PARIS
Oh, sure. Why not? Sounds like a hoot.
JOHNS
Back it up. How long can this last? Few
minutes? Couple hours?
No one knows for sure.
IMAM
I had the impression...from the model...
that the two planets were moving as one.
That there would be...a lasting darkness.
JOHNS
Those suns gotta come back sometime. And
if these animals really are phobic about
light, we just sit tight till then.
FRY
I'm sure that's what someone else said.
Locked inside that coring room.
A persuasive thought. Eyes swing back to Audrey.
JOHNS
Look, we gotta think about everyone now --
the kid especially. How scared is she
gonna be out there?
FRY
Oh, don't use her like that, for a smoke
screen.
JOHNS
Smoke screen for what?
FRY
For your own fear.
JOHNS
(eyes narrowing)
Hey. Why don't you rag your hole for two
seconds and let someone else come up with
a plan that doesn't involve MASS SUICIDE?
Two seconds pass.
FRY
How much you weigh, Johns?
JOHNS
What the hell's it matter?
FRY
How much?
JOHNS
79 kilos.
FRY
Because you're 79 kilos of gutless white
meat, and that's why you can't come up
with a better plan.
He makes a move for her. Riddick blocks. Johns' shotgun bumps
the underside of Riddick's chin.
RIDDICK
Think about that reward, Johns.
JOHNS
I'm willing to take a cut in pay.
RIDDICK
How 'bout a cut in your gut?
Johns looks down. CAMERA DROPS to reveal the shiv Riddick holds,
poised for evisceration.
JOHNS
Oh, Trash Baby, you're gonna regret this.
IMAM
Please...this solves nothing...please....
Johns backs off first. The light grows dimmer.
FRY
(to Audrey)
They're afraid of our light. That means
we don't have to be so afraid of them.
IMAM
And you're certain you can find the way
back? Even in the dark?
FRY
No, I'm not. But he can.
She's pointing, of course, to Riddick.
EXT. PLANET - NIGHT
The eclipsing planet dominates half the sky. In whatever coronal
light remains, we see clouds forming.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - NIGHT
Cargo doors crack open. Mixed for maximum flame, the cutter is
pushed outside and swept around. Fry appears behind it.
Moving like hostages, the survivors cross open ground, trying not
to heed the PRIMAL SOUNDS beyond their light. Soon they reach...
The main cabin. Blackness inside.
FRY
Riddick.
He lifts his goggles.
RIDDICK'S POV: Checking the cabin. Finding a lot of wreckage
but no life.
RIDDICK
Looks clear.
Johns shoulders ahead and crawls in first. Just as he stands up
inside...
A PREDATOR BUZZSAWS over his head, fleeing the cabin, taking off
into the night.
JOHNS
Fuck me. You said "clear."
RIDDICK
Said "looks clear."
JOHNS
Well, what's it look like now?
RIDDICK
(rechecking)
Looks clear.
FRY
Just get the goddamn lights on....
They scramble aboard. Riddick TONGUE-CLICKS behind Johns.
He isn't amused.
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - NIGHT
PREP MONTAGE: We see the survivors powering up cabin lights...
yanking three more cells from the battery bay...threading nylon
cord through Paris' misting umbrellas, filling the reservoirs
with high-octane liquor...swapping out O2 canisters.
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - NIGHT
Reloading his shotgun, Johns finds himself shaking again. He
unpockets a shell -- a red morphine shell -- and gives it a
lover's look. Behind him...
FRY
Ready, Johns.
He palms the shell.
JOHNS
He'll lead you over the first cliff.
You know that, don't you?
FRY
We're just burnin' light here.
JOHNS
You give him the cells and the ship --
and he will leave you. He will leave you
all out there to die.
FRY
I don't get it, Johns. What is so goddamn
valuable in your life that you're worried
about losing? Huh? Is there anything at
all? Besides your next hype?
(no response)
Got no right to be so scared. Neither one
of us.
INT. BATTERY BAY - CRASH SHIP - NIGHT
As hands yank the last power cell.
INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - NIGHT
Cabin lights die. Still brooding, Johns finishes loading his
shotgun in the dark.
EXT. CRASH SHIP - NIGHT
CLOSE on a burning wick. Alcohol mist shoots across the flame to
create...
A FIREBALL. Two umbrella torches, fabric already burned away,
BELCH FIREBALLS into the night. By this light and more, we see...
Imam chained into the first harness of the drag-sled. Beside
him, Johns fumbles with a second harness. Hands help him into
the chains. The hands belong to...
Riddick. Both men recognize the irony of the prisoner helping
his captor into chains.
FRY
(to all)
Keep the light going. That's all we have
to do to live through this. Just keep
your light burning.
Riddick loops a handlight over his neck, places it to shine light
down his back. A beacon.
RIDDICK
(to Fry)
Be runnin' about 10 paces ahead. I want
light on my back -- but not in my eyes.
And check your cuts. These things know
our blood now.
CLOSE on Audrey. Overhearing, she goes stone-faced.
FRY
Riddick...was thinkin' we should make some
kind of deal. Just in case, you know,
this actually --
RIDDICK
(shaking head)
Had it with deals.
FRY
But I just wanted to say --
RIDDICK
Nobody's gonna turn a murderer loose.
I fuckin' knew better.
It worries Fry. "If he doesn't expect to go free...."
RIDDICK (CONT'D)
Been a long time since anyone's trusted
me. That's somethin' right there.
FRY
We can, can't we? Trust you?
RIDDICK
Actually...
(completely genuine)
That's what I been askin' myself.
He walks away. HOLD on Fry -- wondering if she hasn't made a
terrible, terrible mistake.
EXT. NIGHT
The drag-sled begins moving.
SERIES OF TRACKING SHOTS: Riddick running point, goggles off,
eyes flashing. Johns and Imam pulling the drag-sled like
malamutes, handlights sweeping. Pilgrims #1 at the first side-
guard position, Fry and Audrey at the second, each position
carrying an umbrella torch, FIREBALLS BLAZING. Paris stumbling
along at rear-point, sweeping the cutter back and forth, every
shadow a threat. They are a train of light.
CLOSE on the sled. Holding four power cells and eight bottles
of booze.
CLOSE on Fry. Looking down. Noting sand-cat tracks underfoot.
EXT. NIGHT
Below us run the survivors. CRANE UP AND AWAY so that their
lights become insignificant...so that we include, in FOREGROUND,
the silhouettes of gliding predators. They're following from
above, awaiting their chance.
EXT. NIGHT
FRY'S POV: Of the ground. The sand-cat tracks have vanished.
JOHNS
So you noticed too?
FRY
Riddick. Riddick.
The procession grinds to a halt. Everyone sucks hard on
breathers as they muster inside the light.
FRY
Where are the sand-cat tracks? Why aren't
we still following them?
RIDDICK
Saw something I didn't like.
JOHNS
Such as.
RIDDICK
Hard to tell, sometimes...even for me...
but looked like a bunch of those big boys
chewin' each other's gonads off. Thought
we'd swing wide. Okay by you?
Paris looks over his shoulder. "We went around what?" Nearby
CLICKING breaks up the confrontation.
FRY
Let's move.
(to Audrey)
Just a detour. He'll get us there.
PARIS
Can we switch?
FRY
What, switch what?
PARIS
I think I twisted my ankle running
backwards like that. And I'm not sure I
can....
(off their stares)
Okay, that's a lie. I just don't want to
be alone back there anymore. If you could
just give me a few minutes up front here --
JOHNS
She's the pilot, she should stay close to
the cells.
PARIS
Oh, so I'm disposable?
FRY
I'll switch, I'll switch! Christ, just
get this train moving!
EXT. NIGHT
They trundle on, Fry the new tail-gunner.
At side guard, Paris relaxes a bit -- even though the CLICKING
never seems far from earshot. A weak FIREBALL SPEWS from his
torch. He checks the reservoir. Almost empty.
PARIS
Light, please, need light here....
Still moving, Johns and Imam train lights on Paris while he
refuels. For a brief moment, Audrey strays from the light.
PREDATOR'S POV: Dive-bombing the girl.
A HIGH-VELOCITY CLICKING: It's like an incoming missile. Imam
lunges at the last nanosecond...
And flattens Audrey to the ground. Scythe blades swing...
CHINKING the harness-chains on Imam's back.
Johns whirls, BLASTS. Light-beams leap around. But the predator
is long gone.
IMAM
(trembling)
Please...have we been cut? Can someone
tell me if....
He finds his dropped light, thumbs the switch again and again.
Broken.
In the confusion, Paris has been left in the dark. Something
slashes him from behind. It's like the night has claws.
PARIS
Oh, sweet Jesus....
The bottle drops.
The blood flows.
The CLICKING STOPS.
PARIS
Oh, sweet Jesus, WILL YOU GET ME SOME
LIGHT OVER HERE!
Faces whip around. But before their lights can rescue him...
Paris is gone, snatched away by a swooping blur.
Light-beams jump fitfully, vainly.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of predators feasting on Paris. Carrying a
youngling on its back, a female predator arrives late and can't
find a place at the trough. With shocking apathy, it whips the
youngling off its back and begins devouring it. Other predators
start in-fighting, killing themselves for food. POV PANS to a
pair of predators, closer, SOUNDING out new prey. POV PANS
AGAIN to include the object of their desire. Audrey.
CLOSE on Riddick. Trying to figure it out.
CLOSE on Audrey. Listening to the HORRIFIC FEEDING SOUNDS.
Oblivious to all the attention she's getting.
FRY
What do you see? Riddick?
RIDDICK
Hunger. I see 60 years of hunger.
EXT. SKY - NIGHT
As clouds mass.
EXT. NIGHT
Into a rising wind, the survivors range on.
Audrey now carries Paris' torch, refueled and COUGHING FIREBALLS
at regular intervals. Fry seems to be handling rear-point fairly
well, until...
The cutter sputters and dies. She ditches it and takes the torch
from Audrey.
FRY
Bottle-count.
AUDREY
Four fulls, one half. That mean we're
halfway there? I hope?
Good question. They've just been blindly following...
The light on Riddick's back.
FRY
Can we pick up the pace?
Working like a mule, Johns growls to himself. "If you think you
can do better...." Abruptly he slaps an arm across Imam's chest,
spotting...
A sled-track. In front of them.
Fry hears a SHOTGUN RATCHET. She spins to see...
Johns out of his chains. Moving forward. Jamming the shotgun
into the back of Riddick's neck.
JOHNS
We aren't completely stupid.
FRY
Stay in the light! Everybody! Stay in
the fucking --
IMAM
We crossed our own tracks.
JOHNS
He's running us 'round in circles. Look
for yourself. Look!
FRY
Riddick? What the hell are you --
RIDDICK
Listen.
Imagine a hundred Geiger-counters next to a truckload of
plutonium. That's the SOUND that rides the wind now.
RIDDICK
Canyon ahead. I circled once to buy some
time to think.
FRY
Think about what?
JOHNS
About how to kill us and still get these
cells to the skiff. Goddamnit, we're just
doin' the heavy lifting for this prick!
RIDDICK
(answering Fry)
About the girl.
FRY
What about her?
RIDDICK
What it's gonna be like when we hit that
canyon. With her bleeding.
JOHNS
What're you jaw-jackin' about? Girl's not
cut.
RIDDICK
(agreeing)
No. She's not.
It hits Fry like a two-by-four. She looks at Audrey.
AUDREY
(confessing)
I didn't want you to leave me there...
back at the ship...that's why I didn't
say anything....
FRY
No, we'd never....Oh, God, honey, you
shoulda told me sooner.
JOHNS
(finally getting it)
Aw, this can't be happening to me....
RIDDICK
They been nose-open for her ever since we
left. They go off blood.
IMAM
Well...we must keep her close, then.
Here, she'll be safe if we put her
between --
RIDDICK
(scanning)
There is no "safe."
An epic beat. The wind gusts...the FLAMES CHATTER...their ears
fill with CANYON SOUNDS.
FRY
It's not gonna work. We gotta go back.
Johns brays.
JOHNS
Hey, you're the one who got me out here,
turned me into a goddamn sled dog. An'
now you 'spect me to go back like a
whipped dog?
FRY
I was wrong. I admit it. My bad, okay?
Now let's just go back to the ship.
JOHNS
I dunno. Nice breeze, wide open spaces --
you know, I'm startin' to enjoy myself out
here.
FRY
Are you fucking high again? Just listen
to --
JOHNS
No, no, you're right, Fry. What's to be
afraid of? My life is a steamin' pile of
meaningless toadshit anyhow. So I say
mush on! Canyon's only couple hundred
meters, after that we're in Skiff City!
So why don't you just butch up, stuff a
cork in that kid, and get --
IMAM
She's the captain, we should listen to --
JOHNS
Listen to her? Her? When she was willing
to sacrifice us all?
A beat. Eyes turn to Fry. She wants to protest -- but can't.
AUDREY
What's he talkin' about?
JOHNS
During the crash, she --
FRY
(a warning growl)
This does not help us, Johns.
JOHNS
-- she tried to blow the whole fucking
passenger cabin, tried to kill us --
FRY
Just shut up, okay?
JOHNS
-- tried to kill us in our sleep. Paris
had it right -- we are disposable. We're
just walking ghosts to her.
FRY
Would you RAG YOUR STUPID HOLE!
She rushes him, ready to rip his eyes out. He shunts her aside.
JOHNS
We're not alive because of her -- we're
alive in spite of her.
He swung below the belt -- and connected. Fry's chin quakes,
her knees fail. The undertow of events finally pulls her down.
FRY
We cannot go through there....
JOHNS
(lording)
How much you weigh right now, Fry? Huh?
IMAM
(pushing him back)
Fine, fine, you've made your point. We
can all be so scared as you.
Johns snatches a light away from Imam.
JOHNS
(to all)
Verdict's in. The light moves forward.
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
They trudge on, slower now, building reserves for the canyon-run.
At rear-point, Fry follows like a broken rudder. Pilgrim #1 now
draws the sled with Imam. And up ahead...
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
Johns falls in step with Riddick.
JOHNS
Ain't all of us gonna make it.
RIDDICK
Just realized that, huh?
CLICKING nearby. Johns BLASTS the night, driving the sound
away -- and reminding everyone of who carries the Big Gauge.
JOHNS
Six of us left. If we could get through
that canyon and lose just one, that'd be
quite a fucking feat, huh? A good thing,
right?
RIDDICK
Not if I'm the one.
JOHNS
What if you're one of five?
Riddick stares. "I'm listening."
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
AUDREY
What're they doin' up there?
IMAM
Talking about the canyon, I suppose.
How to get us through.
Overhearing, Fry looks. It's odd to see Johns and Riddick
walking side by side, like equals. Like partners.
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
JOHNS
Look, it's hellified stuff -- but no
different than those battlefield doctors
when they have to decide who lives and who
dies. It's called "triage," okay?
RIDDICK
Kept calling it "murder" when I did it.
JOHNS
Either way, figure it's something you can
grab onto.
RIDDICK
(doping it out)
Sacrifice play. Hack up one body, leave
it at start of the canyon. Like a bucket
of chum.
JOHNS
Trawl with it. There's a cable on the
sled. We can drag the body behind us.
RIDDICK
Nice embellishment.
JOHNS
Don't wanna feed these land-sharks -- just
keep 'em off our scent.
RIDDICK
(looking back)
So which one caught your eye?
JOHNS
Don' look, don' look, don' look....
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
Fry spots Riddick's look -- and Johns' non-look.
FRY
Imam. Slow down.
IMAM
What?
FRY
Don't stop, just slow down. Little more
space 'tween us and them.
IMAM
I would rather we all stay--
FRY
Do what I say. Please.
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
RIDDICK
What's her name, anyway?
JOHNS
What do you care?
Riddick shrugs. "I don't."
JOHNS
Then let's not name the Thanksgiving
turkey, okay? I assume you still got a
shiv.
RIDDICK
What, you 'spect me to do it?
JOHNS
What's one more to you? Like this is the
one that sends you to Hell?
RIDDICK
Oh, you're a piece of art, Johns. They
oughtta hang you in a museum somewhere.
Or forget the museum -- maybe they should
just hang you.
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
As Fry and the others keep slowing.
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
JOHNS
Awright. You do the girl, I'll keep the
others off your back.
Riddick stops. Reconsiders.
JOHNS (CONT'D)
Aw, don't tell me you're growin' scruples.
RIDDICK
(shakes head)
Just wonderin' if we don't need a bigger
piece of chum.
JOHNS
Like who, Mr. Chrislam?
EXTREMELY TIGHT on both men: In their eyes, we see the new
partnership splintering apart: "Like Mr. Johns."
Riddick makes a play for the shotgun. It BLASTS skyward.
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
As the fight erupts:
FRY
Bring the light!
AUDREY
What're they doing? What're we --
FRY
Leave the sled, let's go, go, go!
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
FIGHT SCENE: Johns' light hits the ground, creating an arena of
illumination. FAST CLICKING nearby. Still struggling, Riddick
and Johns somehow manage to gang-aim the shotgun and BLAST THE
CLICKING AWAY.
The shotgun goes free. Johns lunges for it, but Riddick kicks it
into the night. And then pulls his shiv.
RIDDICK
Gotta stay in the light, Johns. That's
the only rule.
Johns circles inside the light. Fucking with him, Riddick starts
poking and jabbing, backing him up against the wail of dark.
Johns stumbles over something. A bone. A club.
Riddick finds his own bone-club, and now they go at it like two
cavemen. Riddick beats on Johns' club-hand, breaking fingers,
forcing him to drop the bone. Just trying to get away now, Johns
makes a desperate lunge for the light, but...
Riddick shivs open his back.
RIDDICK
Remember that moment?
Gushing blood, Johns starts crawling pathetically with the light.
Riddick dogs him.
RIDDICK
Shoulda never took the chains off, Johns.
You were one brave fuck, before. Now look
at you. Oh, yeah, you were Billy Bad-ass
with your gauge...with your chains....
Johns finds the shotgun. "And I'm still Billy Bad-ass." He
sweeps it around with the light, ready to kill...
Blackness. Where'd Riddick go?
CLICKING behind Johns. He whirls to see...
Something big coming for him. Johns BLASTS IT back into the
night, dropping the light as he does. Eyes in the back of his
head, he whirls again and takes aim on...
Another bull-rushing predator.
Johns triggers a bad round. Crazed, he ratchets and levels the
shotgun for another try. He's too late.
BIG CLOSEUP as the ejected shell rolls to a stop. It's red.
Johns loaded a morphine shell in the dark.
RIDDICK'S POV: With Johns skewered by the armpits, the predator
lifts him off the ground and "stares" with a deceptively gentle
CLICKING-COOING SOUND.
PREDATOR'S POV: Of Johns' final expression.
RIDDICK'S POV: The predator rears back its head -- then slams
forward, hitting Johns with the full force of its skull-blade,
splitting him in two.
EXT. NIGHT
Fry, Imam, Audrey, Pilgrim #1. They're running, stumbling,
trying to backtrack the sled marks. Checking for pursuit, Fry
looks over her shoulder...
And crashes into Riddick. He was just standing in the dark,
waiting for them.
RIDDICK
Back to the ship, huh?
FRY
Get out of our way.
RIDDICK
So everybody huddles together till the
lights burn out? Until you can't see
what's eating you? That the big plan?
IMAM
Where's Mr. Johns?
RIDDICK
Which half?
IMAM
You mean....
Conflicted, they all look back. Audrey starts to puddle up.
AUDREY
Gonna lose everybody out here....
RIDDICK
He died fast. And if we got any choice,
that's the way we should all go out.
(to Audrey, softly)
Don't you cry for Johns. Don't you dare.
EXT. CANYON RIM - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
BLACK SCREEN. We hear the canyon in full cry now -- CLICKING...
BATTLING BONE-BLADES...MATING CRIES...the RENDING OF FLESH
and SNAPPING OF TENDON. Far below, twin flames appear as the
survivors reach the gauntlet. Predators perch in FOREGROUND,
just hulking silhouettes "watching" from a canyon rim.
EXT. START OF GAUNTLET - NIGHT
They are but five: Fry, Riddick, Audrey, Imam, and Pilgrim #1.
CLOSE on each face as they listen to the CANYON. There must be
countless predators ahead.
FRY
How many you see?
RIDDICK
One or two.
FRY
Audrey?
AUDREY
Three full bottles. But almost time to
refill.
FRY
Doesn't seem like enough to turn back on,
does it?
RIDDICK
Only see one way. Turn the sled over and
drag it like that, girl down low. Light
up everything we got -- and run through
like dogs on fire.
A beat.
IMAM
(understanding)
The sled as a shield....
FRY
And what about the cells?
RIDDICK
I'll take those.
She looks at him hard.
FRY
We're just here to carry your light,
aren't we? Just the torch-bearers.
RIDDICK
Let's drop back an' boot up.
EXT. BONEYARD - NIGHT
START on the power cells. They're been lashed together into one
queue.
Working amid the giant bones, Riddick crafts a new harness from
the old straps. Close behind him, Imam is MUTTERING IN ARABIC.
RIDDICK
What're you doin'?
IMAM
Blessing you like the others.
(off his look)
It's painless.
RIDDICK
And pointless.
IMAM
(a beat)
I see. Well, even if you don't believe
in God, it doesn't mean He won't be --
RIDDICK
You don't see.
Riddick shrugs into the harness, snugs it down.
RIDDICK (CONT'D)
'Cuz you don't spend half your life in
lock-down with a horse-bit in your mouth
and not believe. And you surely don't
start out in a liquor store trash bin with
an umbilical cord wrapped around your neck
and not believe. Oh, absolutely I believe
in God. And I absolutely hate the fucker.
IMAM
He will be with us. Nonetheless.
RIDDICK
Give my blessing to the girl. She needs
a spare.
EXT. START OF GAUNTLET - NIGHT
The torches. Maxed out. Burning non-stop.
Fry and Imam. Sled chains on. Lapping up O2. Each holding a
torch.
Pilgrim #1. Clutching a handlight.
Audrey. Rolling under her sled-shield, becoming the turtle in a
metal carapace.
Riddick. Goggles on. He has no desire to see what horrors will
surround them. There's just one path, anyway: Straight through.
RIDDICK
As fast as you can.
FRY
You sure you can keep --
RIDDICK
As fast as you can.
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
SLEW OF SHOTS: Fry and Imam on the move, dragging the shield
fast. Audrey speed-crawling beneath. Pilgrim #1 tripping along
behind the shield. And Riddick behind them all, face already
tortured, pulling 200 pounds of stubborn-mule cargo -- yet
somehow keeping pace. The torch flames, stretched by the wind,
flank them in fire.
EXT. CANYON RIM - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
As predators launch from the rim.
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
First come the hatchlings, streaming right into their faces --
then veering away at the last second, repulsed by light. Next
come FERAL SOUNDS overhead.
RIDDICK
Don't look.
Thin blue liquid spatters them.
RIDDICK
Do not look up.
More spattering. Fry looks up -- and stumbles when she beholds...
A ceiling of predators. At the cusp of light, they dive and
weave and dart, slashing each other in a rabid desire to SOUND
OUT the humans below. It's like looking into a bucket of angry
eels.
RIDDICK
Keep going, keep going, keep going,
keep going!
His voice whips them like the Devil's coxswain. Chastened, Fry
keeps her eyes down and speed up.
More blue blood showers down -- followed by entrails dropping
out of the sky. Could this be Hell itself?
IMAM
(a muttered mantra)
"So dark the clouds around my way
I cannot see,
But through the darkness I believe
God leadeth me.
I gladly place my hand in His when
all is dim,
And, closing my weary eyes, lean
hard on him...."
Now WHOLE CORPSES ARE CRASHING DOWN around them, victims
of in-fighting. Fry and Imam start slaloming through the ghastly
mess.
Pilgrim #1 passes too close to a corpse: A blade slices his leg,
drawing blood. He keeps his mouth shut.
EXT. CHOKE-POINT - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
The passage narrows into a choke-point. Fry sees it first.
FRY
Riddick? RIDDICK?
Ahead, a clot of dead predators blocks the canyon.
AUDREY
What? What is it?
RIDDICK
It's a fucking staircase! Go over it!
GO OVER IT!
Steeling themselves, they start climbing.
But Audrey, on all fours, has to discover the corpses with her
hands. Then, taking exception at being walked on...
One "corpse" snaps at her. Audrey recoils sideways...
And tumbles down the mound of corpses. She's exposed.
PREDATORS' POV: Rapid-fire images of Audrey. Flashes from 10
different predators.
FRY
Audrey!
Audrey shakes out of it and scrambles for the shield just as...
A predator kamikazes onto the shield, its bone-blades piercing
the metal...
And nearly skewering Audrey beneath.
Caught in torchlight, steaming, the PREDATOR HOWLS as it tries
to rip free of the shield.
Beneath, Audrey hangs on and takes a thrashing.
The predator tears clear, spins, pounces blindly at...
Riddick, standing at light's edge. Stunningly, he catches the
beast under its scythe blades, blunting the attack. The predator
CLICKS MADLY at him.
PREDATOR'S POV: Of Riddick's face.
The predator rears back its head, ready to bisect Riddick with
its skull-blade.
Switchblade fast, Riddick drops a hand...
...yanks his shiv...
...and sweeps it over the belly of the beast. HOWLING, the
predator falls, disemboweled.
REACTION SHOTS of Fry and Imam. Stunned.
RIDDICK
Didn't know who he was fuckin' with.
They regroup. Imam's head swivels back and forth: They're one
person short.
IMAM
Suleiman!
RIDDICK
Get the girl back under. Keep going.
IMAM
SULEIMAN!
RIDDICK
KEEP GOING OR I WILL!
Suddenly Pilgrim #1 reappears, thrust back into the light by
unseen forces. He's still alive -- but shouldn't be. He makes
a feeble attempt to grab onto Imam, to anyone, but he's gone
again before they can even react, jerked out of the light. Out
of existence.
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
They flail on. And now, finally...finally....
The canyon widens, opening up like some door to Heaven. The
WORST SOUNDS fall behind. We can see it in their sweat-sheened
faces: The faintest hope that maybe they've survived the Seventh
Circle of Hell. But then...
The TORCHES SPIT AND SPUTTER.
Audrey hears PATTERING on the metal shield.
Blood falls anew.
One torch dies -- yet somehow comes back to life.
Imam upturns a hand, checking the liquid for color. But this
blood has no hue.
FRY
Oh, no. No, no, no....
IMAM
Rain.
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
RAIN MONTAGE: Water rilling, running, flowing over rocks and
ground.
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
Caught in a downpour, the survivors slog to a stop. One torch
goes out -- and won't relight.
RIDDICK
So where the hell's God now, huh?
(no answer from Imam)
I'll tell you where! He's up there
PISSING ON ME!
FRY
Riddick? How close?
Riddick sheds goggles to look ahead. We don't know what he
sees -- nor what he's thinking.
FRY
Tell me the settlement is right there!
RIDDICK, PLEASE!
RIDDICK
We can't make it.
HOLD on Fry's anguished face, rendered in dying torchlight.
Somewhere behind, the AWFUL SOUNDS RETURN.
RIDDICK
Here...hide here....
He's found a crevice in the canyon wall.
RIDDICK
Inside...inside....
EXT. CREVICE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
They crawl into the fissure. The second torch dies behind them.
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
There's just one light left now -- the one Riddick wears on his
back. By its glow, we watch him lift the shield, muscle it over
to the crevice...
EXT. CREVICE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
...and slide it over the opening. A black beat.
AUDREY
(a beat)
Why's he still out there?
Fry's not sure. Is he protecting them? Or entombing them?
EXT. MUDDY RISE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
Working like Sisyphus, Riddick hauls the cells up a muddy rise.
He stops at the top, peers through the rain.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of the settlement.
Riddick disappears over the rise. The four cells follow,
slithering through the mud like a serpent's tail.
EXT. CREVICE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
AUDREY
He's not coming back, is he?
Fry checks Imam's face. Did Riddick say anything to you?" Imam
wags his head. A bleak beat -- before Fry realizes she can see
his face.
FRY
There's light in here.
It's a soft glow from above. Imam climbs higher to discover
small blue-white lights clinging to rocks. He plucks a few.
FRY
What are they?
CLOSE on the lights in Imam's palm. They writhe with life.
IMAM
Larva....
AUDREY
Glow worms....
FRY
(mind racing)
How many bottles we got? Empty ones?
INT. SKIFF - NIGHT
Riddick boards the dark craft.
Connects the power cells to the battery bay.
Watches the ship come to life.
EXT. CREVICE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
CLOSE on a liquor bottle. It's half full of glow-worms.
AUDREY
More, more, we need more....
They climb higher. Little by little, the bottle brightens their
world.
EXT. SKIFF - NIGHT
Drenched in light, Riddick stands in the hatchway of the skiff,
looking out into dark rain. Is he struggling with a decision?
Or just savoring the safe harbor? Then very deliberately...
Riddick smashes his handlight on the hull. He steps inside and
closes the hatch behind him.
EXT. MUDDY RISE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
Something claws its way up the rise. Standing, we see that it's
Fry, a bottle of glow-worms strung around her neck. Ahead she
spies...
The settlement. Silhouetted by engine-light.
EXT. SKIFF - NIGHT
As the skiffs ENGINES WARM UP.
INT. SKIFF - NIGHT
As Riddick dabbles with flight controls.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - NIGHT
As Fry, running, splashes past buildings.
EXT. CREVICE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
Audrey and Imam huddle around a bottle of glow-worms: This is
all they could harvest. Presently SCRABBLING SOUNDS on the
shield. Imam eases one eye to a small hole in the shield. He
can't see much until...
A blade rushes through the hole. Imam recoils hard, snatches up
the glow-worm light to see...
More predator blades exploring the edges of the shield. The
light drives them away. For now.
INT. SKIFF - NIGHT
Riddick dims interior lights, activates exterior lights. He's
actually startled by the sight of...
Fry. Standing in the skiffs headbeams. Daring him to run her
over.
Eye-lock.
Riddick opens the hatch.
EXT. SKIFF - NIGHT
They meet at opposite ends of the gangway -- Fry in the rain,
Riddick in the light.
RIDDICK
Strong survival instinct. Admire that in
a woman.
FRY
You're not leaving. Not until we go back
for the others.
He laughs at that.
FRY (CONT'D)
I promised them we'd go back with more
light. And that's exactly what we're
gonna do..
RIDDICK
Think you've mistaken me for somebody who
gives a fuck.
FRY
What, you're afraid?
RIDDICK
Confusin' me with Johns now -- fear was
his monkey. I only deal in life and
death. All that stuff in between? Some
shade of grey my eyes don't see.
FRY
I trusted you, Riddick. Goddamn, I
trusted that some part of you wanted to
rejoin the human race.
RIDDICK
Truthfully? I wouldn't know how.
Fry realizes it's impossible to shame a shameless man. With
desperation edging her voice:
FRY
Then wait for me. I'll go back myself.
Just give me more light for them.
He tosses her a light. The broken one.
FRY
Just come with me!
RIDDICK
Got a better idea. Come with me.
Fry's mouth moves but nothing comes out.
RIDDICK (CONT'D)
They're already dead. Get on board.
FRY
You're fuckin' with me. I know you are.
RIDDICK
'Course I am -- but doesn't mean I won't
leave you here. If you believe anything
about me, better be that.
FRY
No, you see, I promised them...I have
to...I have to go and....
She's bleeding resolve. Riddick can see it -- can smell it --
and he keeps slashing away.
RIDDICK
Step aboard, Carolyn.
FRY
(tortured)
I can't....I can't....
RIDDICK
(approaching, extending
a hand)
Here. Make it easy on you.
FRY
Don't do this to me....
RIDDICK
Just give me your hand.
FRY
But they...they could still be....
RIDDICK
No one's gonna blame you. C'mon. Take my
hand and save yourself, Carolyn.
A beat. She takes his hand -- and jerks him down the gangway.
They sprawl through mud. She gets a knee on his neck.
FRY
I will not give up on them! I Will not
leave anyone on this rock with those
fucking things, even if it means --
In a blur, Riddick rolls and slaps a shiv on her neck. Is
history repeating itself? Riddick's face, though, is strangely
calm. Curious. Even gentle.
RIDDICK
You'd die for them?
FRY
I would try for them.
RIDDICK
You barely know them.
FRY
But I'm human. I know you view that as a
weakness, but I'm sorry -- I do feel fear,
theirs too. Goddamnit, Riddick -- yes.
I would die for them.
EXT. CREVICE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
MORE SCRABBLING at the shield. Imam cocks his blade back, ready
to do battle with...
Fry. She heaves the shield aside. Behind her, Riddick.
AUDREY
(big-eyed)
You came for us....
RIDDICK
Yeah, yeah -- we're all fuckin' amazed.
Anyone not ready for this?
EXT. THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
Protected by the meager light of two glow-worm bottles, the four
remaining survivors head out.
RIDDICK
Tighter, tighter....
EXT. MUDDY RISE - THE GAUNTLET - NIGHT
RIDDICK
Stop.
They pile up awkwardly. Fry listens hard. Only RAINFALL.
FRY
I don't hear --
He covers her mouth.
RIDDICK'S POV: Water has pooled at the base of the muddy rise.
A predator drinks there.
RIDDICK
(on his breath)
Doesn't see us...wait for it to leave....
RIDDICK'S POV: Another predator lands to drink. Then another.
Their backs are to us, but the pool is turning into a major
gathering place.
Soon they all can hear CLICKING above the RAIN. Their nightmare
is far from over.
RIDDICK
Get behind me.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of a half-dozen predators shifting places at the
pool. A slim gap appears.
RIDDICK
When I go, we go. Full-throttle.
CLOSE on their hands, gripping each other.
RIDDICK
Ready...ready....
RIDDICK'S POV: The gap between predators widens into a passage.
A gauntlet within a gauntlet.
Riddick runs. Linked like paper dolls, the others follow blindly.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of a predator turning to "stare" over its
shoulder.
PREDATOR'S POV: Of Riddick bearing down fast.
The survivors hit the water like lawn mowers on legs, crashing
through, scattering water and predators alike, managing to
reach...
The muddy rise. Audrey loses her grip on the others...
And starts back-sliding. She CRIES OUT, turning the head of...
Riddick. He catches Audrey as her legs hit the pool. He muscles
her back up the rise and heaves her over the top, sending her
slip-sliding down the other side.
RIDDICK
You know the way!
Not waiting for him, Fry and Imam disappear over the rise.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of the predators. Regrouping. Crawling up the
rise at us.
EXT. NIGHT
Fry, Imam, and Audrey run hard, glow-worm lights bouncing wildly.
RIDDICK'S POV: Chasing them.
PREDATOR'S POV: Chasing Riddick.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - NIGHT
Fry, Imam, and Audrey reach the settlement. They spill around a
corner and see...
The light of the skiff.
EXT. SETTLEMENT - NIGHT
RIDDICK'S POV: Ahead of us, we see Fry, Imam, and Audrey
vanishing around the corner. BREATHING LIKE A RACEHORSE, we
follow in their steps, storming around the same corner. Suddenly
a predator is right there, right in our face.
PREDATOR'S POV: Of Riddick skidding to a stop. He snaps a look
up.
RIDDICK'S POV: Of another predator perched gargoyle-like on the
building. It SPEED-CLICKS at us.
PREDATOR'S POV: Of Riddick slowly pulling two shivs. Bracing
himself. Ready to blade it out.
EXT. SKIFF - NIGHT
Imam and Audrey stagger aboard. Safe in the light of the
headbeams, Fry turns back, panting, waiting.
Waiting.
IMAM
Captain....
He wants her to board the skiff. Fry gives it another beat, eyes
sweeping the dark rain. And just when we think it's over for
Riddick -- TERRIBLE SCREAMS are heard from both man and predator:
There's a helluva fight going on out there. Close out there.
Fry snatches the glow-worms off Imam's neck...
And plunges into the darkness, homing in on the SOUNDS until...
A blade flashes in her face. She ducks and spots...
Riddick. Bloody, muddy, he's down on his knees, still trying to
fight off the shadow-beasts that swirl and slash all around him.
Around them both.
FRY
It's me, it's me, it's me!
She gets the light around his neck. Now we see his face
clearly -- and see a very human expression there: Fear. Fry
grabs his armpits and tries to pull him up.
FRY
C'mon, Riddick -- said I'd die for them,
not you.
He gets his feet under him. Gripping each other, they start
moving, turning like dancers in a macabre waltz, hoping the
predators can't fix on Riddick's blood.
FRY
Just 10 steps...keep turning, keep
turning...that's right...others're already
'board, waitin' for us right now...five
steps...c'mon, almost there, Riddick...
almost there...we're almost --
Something jolts them. ALL CLICKING STOPS.
EXTREME CLOSEUPS: Searching each other's eyes. Someone just got
slashed from behind, slashed bad. But who?
RIDDICK
Not for me....
In an eyeblink she's gone, ripped from his arms. There was no
scream. No cry. No final words. Just...
Blackness.
EXT. PLANET'S ORBIT - NIGHT
Out of the blackness, a spot of fire races toward us. It
resolves into the skiff, fabric wings burning off as it hits
escape velocity.
INT. SKIFF - NIGHT
CLOSE on a bloody hand. It toggles through nav-charts, plots a
rendezvous with "Sol-Track 17B" shipping lane.
In the cockpit, Riddick finds Audrey beside him. She stares
hypnotically at the stars ahead.
RIDDICK
Probably okay to talk to me now.
AUDREY
Not sure where to go. I was just runnin'
away when this whole thing started.
(a beat)
Where you goin'?
RIDDICK
Not sure. I was just runnin' away when
this whole thing....
Interior smiles. Stars sweep the windscreen as the skiff makes
a course-correction. One very bright star comes into view.
RIDDICK
Might interest you....
Imam moves forward. Seeing, his face lifts.
IMAM
New Mecca....
RIDDICK
Think a soul could get lost there? With
all those pilgrim-types?
IMAM
It's more a place where souls are found,
Mr. Riddick.
As Riddick ponders the possibilities, we CUT TO...
EXT. PLANET'S ORBIT - NEW DAWN
The first sun flares out from behind the eclipsing planet. Its
light feels cleansing. Renewing. Life-giving.
FADE OUT
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