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PHOBOS

Postby rosso » Sat Feb 14, 2015 12:29 pm

Fade in:

INT. EMERGENCY ESCAPE VEHICLE. (EEV)


A MAN’S EYES seeking in near DARK. A few green emergency lights and the glow of computer l.e.d’s, throw strobing shadows.

FEAR, PAIN. Total helpless panic.

Around him in his metal cocoon; lights, screens filled with unknown data.

He struggles in blind fury with a safety strap.

In a seat next to his:

A lifeless female crew member. Her head lolls. Neck broken. Blood coursing from her nose.

NOISE. Alarms. Broken relays. Hellish grinding of metal on metal tearing apart. The hiss of air being expelled.

With a bone breaking SMASH he is thrust forward into a console full of controls.

His face slices open across his forehead and cheek.

Blood squirts and pours over him obscuring his features.

His scream is one of terrified, horror filled dread.


...more later
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Re: PHOBOS

Postby rosso » Sun Feb 15, 2015 7:16 am

...continued


EXT. OUTER SPACE – HUGE SPACECRAFT – THE BIRMINGHAM

A hatch explodes outwards in shower of metal shards.


INT. EEV

The man, forced back into his seat by acceleration.


EXT. THE HATCH

The EEV is ejected at a blurring speed into the BLACK empty void of space.


INT. EEV

The man, mouth wide – screaming, as magnesium bright fire and dense grey choking smoke play around the interior surfaces of the craft.


EXT. THE EARTH – FROM SPACE

Blue, white – Distant home. Huge, filling the frame with its pleasant familiar terrain and seas.

The Birmingham descends into view, eclipses the Earth, then slowly falls, nearer and nearer to the planet.


...to be continued
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Re: PHOBOS

Postby rosso » Sun Feb 15, 2015 3:48 pm

...more

INT. THE BIRMINGHAM

SERIES OF SHOTS:


1. MEDICAL BAY. A doorway to a corridor. The door crushing a female crew body as it tries to seal the airlock. Blood is sprayed across walls and the floor.

2. COMMAND AREA. A crewman’s body is laying across the control console. Blood and wreckage of a fight mingle on the floor.

3. WIDE CORRIDOR. A wheeled lifting vehicle has penetrated the bulkhead, and is wedged tightly in the buckled wall. Its occupant, lifeless, and decompressed, in the vacuum that has replaced the air.

4. EVACUATION ZONE. A crewman – Dead. Stripped of his work jacket. Blood spewed in a growing pool.

5. COMMAND AREA. Through a toughened glass window: View of the Earth. Growing larger.


EXT. OUTER SPACE


EEV tumbling towards the Earth. Beginning to glow as the atmosphere super-heats into plasma, which squirls over its form.


INT. EEV


The man, still alive, frantic and whimpering, wipes sweat mixed with his blood away from his eyes, fully conscious of his fate.

Pink and red fire buffets the small windows. Vibrant yellow sparks flare into view.

The EEV is beginning to disintegrate...


INT. THE BIRMINGHAM - COMMAND AREA


Through the glass viewing screen: The Earth fills the window. Fire plays over the glass... It cracks and boiling gases explode into the spacecraft.


..more to follow
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Re: PHOBOS

Postby rosso » Tue Feb 17, 2015 1:56 pm

... and continued


EXT. SKY ABOVE AN OCEAN – DAY


A yellow dot appears, grows in size and descends at supersonic speed towards us as we look up.

CLOSER

The Birmingham, careering to its demise, pieces tearing away from the spacecraft as it plunges into the sea.

A wall of water rises like a nuclear blast as the spacecraft strikes the ocean.


EXT. DESERT. ARIZONA – DAY - LATER


The EEV – At an angle, semi buried in soft ground. Blackened, scorched... Strobing emergency lights flicker.

An open hatch.

A torn and shredded parachute is fixed across the exit to two metal poles. A slight ripple on its surface in the hot air.

SAGUARO CACTUS

Forked and towering. In front of it: FOUR white stones. Freshly disturbed soil.

At the EEV

The man, at rest sitting against the craft, empty water bottles at his feet. A fresh, blood soaked bandage around his head.

A THUNDERING chugging motor is heard. Dust begins to rise and billow, the man looks up...

A vast grey military helicopter falls like a settling metal bug to the ground, men in military attire, heavily armed peel out of the aircraft, surround the man.

INT. HELICOPTER

A medical orderly applies a fresh dressing to the mans wound.

The commanding officer moves to him. The other personnel keep their weapons trained on him.



OFFICER
I’ve been commanded to arrest you
and bring you to a place of detention.
To determine the degree of offence and violation you are suspected of.
Do you understand?

The man listens in mute resignation.


OFFICER (Continued)
Do you have any religious, dietary,
or medical needs?


The man shakes his head and stares ahead... The officer notes the blood smeared name tag stitched on the man’s jacket: ‘LOFGREN.’


OFFICER. (Continued)
Lofgren? Gotta nationality?


MAN (LOFGREN)
American. Mars Col 2. S’on my ID


Lofgren shows a green coloured Bar-Code tattoo on his left arm.

A Soldier scans it with a laser reader.


SOLDIER
Checks out here LT.


EXT. HELICOPTER


The aircraft ascends – far into the cooling, darkening sky...


SAGUARO CACTUS


Dust swirls and falls over the four white stones...


From the EEV – Helicopter rising, headed away...


The desert returns to hot, empty, soundless wasteland.


EXT. HELICOPTER – OVER SEA – NIGHT


Sun dying in a red wash of brilliance as grey storm clouds well up. Below us – White tipped waves rise and roll...



EXT. PRISON COMPLEX – NIGHT


Low drab concrete buildings – Razor wire topped fences.

The helicopter descends beyond a series of fences within fences...

Far off; a low growl of thunder and distant blink of lightening...


INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT


Dull lights. A red stripe runs around the middle of the walls.

One high window. Exterior light shine through it. Set in boxes: CCTV cameras covering the room.

Three chairs and a metal table. Wide one way mirror set in wall.

Echoes of distant feet and far off doors, ...chill sounds of isolation.


INT. CELL – NIGHT


Lofgren on his bed. His face almost covered in bandages.

We have yet to see his FULL FACE... His eyes pierce the shroud that secretes him.

Looking at the ceiling – lost far adrift in his thoughts.


... more to come
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Re: PHOBOS

Postby rosso » Wed Feb 18, 2015 2:27 pm

...etc, etc




BEGIN FLASH BACK


EXT. DEEP OUTER SPACE


MARS from orbit.


Red and ochre stone of the Martian landscape.

Two small rocks drift across the starscape and pass above the ember’d surface below us.

Phobos and Deimos. The moons of Mars.


EXT. PRESSURISED BUILDINGS – MARS


Toughened, semi-buried. Alight with warmth and protection from the vacuum and deadly surface of the red planet.

CLOSER to a window. People within.


INT. OFFICE ROOM


Desk, big chair, in it: KOSSOFF. Brutal.

Thick framed in an expensive suit. Gangster and mob ruler.

He addresses three nasty, viciously attuned men.


KOSSOFF
I want a mess. A fucking mess.
Nothing less than un-fuckin’-remitting
pain. You got that. Fucking pain.
This fucker is going to be hurt.


The three men are unmoved. Silent. Comprehending.


KOSSOFF (Continuing)
That’s all you’re getting. No
pictures, just a name. Goes by the
title of McKinley Lofgren. The next
time anyone hears that name, I want
their flesh to crawl, an' bleed like a cunt.
Right?


Again the faces register understanding... but show no expression beyond acceptance for the brutal task.


KOSSOFF (Continuing)
Owes me a lot of fucking money.
Owes me his fucking balls! I want
them both. Okay? Nothing, absolutely
nothing, comes back to me. Alright?
Good. Get going. I don’t want to see
you ever again.


INT. BAR – NIGHTCLUB – MARS


A secluded booth. Two men. A name tag on one work top states: ‘LOFGREN.’ The other, unidentified.

The Anonymous MAN is heavy set. Sipping a drink. Eyes casually working the room. Alert.


ANONYMOUS MAN
What’s our little friend done to
you?

LOFGREN
Do you want this job, or what?

ANONYMOUS MAN
You gonna do it?

LOFGREN
Take this. It’s all in there.


Lofgren slides a medium sized envelope to the man.

The man smoothly secretes it in a coat pocket.


ANONYMOUS MAN
If its not...


The Anonymous man indicates the orange hard rocky surface of Mars, beyond the toughened armour glass window.


ANONYMOUS MAN (Continuing)
You’ll be out there. Its a
fucking drag trying to suck
that air.
(Laughs)
There ain’t none.


...edited in post, as there seems to be a ban on the word **** but not cunt .. the original was not so crude I can assure you... QE? What's going on sir? (or madam)
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Re: PHOBOS

Postby rosso » Thu Feb 19, 2015 2:45 pm

..last bit - until I drag up the will to write a bit more


NIGHTCLUB – LATER


The action in the nightclub has warmed up. Noise, drinking, couples on the dance floor.

The Anonymous man still at his booth. Alone. Scanning the crowd, until...

...From a drunken gang of revellers in laughter, one MAN leaves. Heads to the wash room.

WASHROOM – MOMENT LATER

The MAN is at a basin. In walks the Anonymous man.


ANONYMOUS MAN
Hey, Charlie...


The MAN turns. Looks... and is hit fast, in the face.


AIR LOCK TO SUFACE OF MARS – A LITTLE LATER


On the floor of the sealed airlock, MAN. He wakes, slowly, groggy. Looks around.


MAN
Fuckin’ hell. What the fucking hell...



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Re: PHOBOS

Postby rosso » Sat Jul 28, 2018 11:41 am

Thank god this rubbish is never going to get anywhere. (Or any further.)


I must have been mad...

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