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Doom 3 Hell on Earth [Part 2]
By Aragorn
INT. MILITARY HANGAR
Several military transports, sleek jets with long fuselages and rocket thrusters, are lined up in pristine condition. UAC is emblazoned on each's hull. Taggart and Father Kelly are sneaking around, hiding behind one of the jets. They are looking out into the room.
FATHER KELLY
We're stealing a transport?
TAGGART
They're not gonna let us leave this complex alive if we go out the way we came in.
FATHER KELLY
But...do you even know how to fly one of these things?
TAGGART
I spent a little time in the cockpit in Basic.
Taggart starts to climb up into the nearest jet. He stops and turns around.
TAGGART
Well, what're you waiting for?
FATHER KELLY
Just praying.
EXT. HANGAR - NIGHT
Sabando and Cervantes watch the jet's vertical takeoff.
CERVANTES
We'll be able to track him.
SABANDO
I know that. (pause) I think he does too, but he just doesn’t care.
EXT. OLD LONDON - NIGHT
A dense fog blankets the original city's last remnants. The shops and churches here haven't yet been swallowed by the steel monoliths of the 26th century. Taggart and Kelly walk through the fog and consult a real-time map; a flat, transparent panel with dots representing cars running up and down the streets.
FATHER KELLY
Taggart...Can I call you Flynn?
TAGGART
Why not?
FATHER KELLY
I may not know you, but you saved my life...I wanted to thank you for that. And offer my condolences.
TAGGART
I don't want to hear it, got me?
FATHER KELLY
Of course.
TAGGART
Here we are.
They face a breathtaking work of architecture, the Tower Library; beautiful as it is, it seems to suit the gloomy atmosphere perfectly. Its dark doorway beckons to the two men.
INT. TOWER LIBRARY - READING ROOM
Kelly picks through a shelf filled with frail, yellowed texts. Taggart drums his knuckles impatiently on a desk.
FATHER KELLY
I waited more than thirty years just to see if these books actually existed and...
TAGGART
(cutting him of) Well, we don't have another thirty to look at 'em.
FATHER KELLY
Flynn, please. I need to know as much as I can about the mega
sphere.
He sits down with a dusty tome at a table in a cubicle and cracks open the book. The pages are old and dried, covered in dust.
FATHER KELLY
These texts were gathered by the Church and locked away in the
1700’s. This one is the Book of Doom.
TAGGART
(sarcastically) Oooh, creepy.
FATHER KELLY
They didn't want to believe in the mega-sphere, but sometime in 1750, a man found it.
TAGGART
Found it?
FATHER KELLY
A monk by the name of Brother Augustine. After locating the sphere he moved it to an unknown location. There, he took a piece of it for himself.
Father Kelly is quiet as he looks through the tome.
TAGGART
Don't leave me in suspense here, padre.
FATHER KELLY
There aren't many reliable sources on the subject. But it's said that
Augustine became immortal - and was condemned to Hell for the rest of eternity.
TAGGART
Ouch, that’s gotta sting just a little bit.
A triangular sliver of stone falls from the book and to the floor. Father Kelly looks around to make sure no one saw it and then reaches down and picks it up with a frown.
FATHER KELLY
What's this? It has a symbol carved into it.
A sudden breeze passes through the room, blowing tattered pages across the desk.
TAGGART
Stay here.
He slips out of the cubicle and Father Kelly pockets the stone.
INT. TOWER LIBRARY
Taggart creeps between two ceiling-high bookshelves, glancing from side to side to see if anyone's in the adjacent aisles. A small figure steps in front of him and he whips out the double
shotgun.
LIBRARIAN
Oh my!
The old woman clutches her breast in horror.
TAGGART
Sorry lady. You see anyone else come up here?
LIBRARIAN
No, no one at all today.
TAGGART
That's what I was afraid of. Padre!
Father Kelley walks out of the reading room with a bundle of books under his arm.
TAGGART
Forget about the books, they're onto us!
FATHER KELLY
I need to translate these…
TAGGART
(cutting him off) Are you retarded?! Drop the goddamn books!
As the librarian backs away from Taggart when his back is turned, something shoots past the aisle, and the little old librarian is suddenly gone. It moved too quickly for us to pick it out, but the color pink was definitely visible.
TAGGART
Get outta here, padre’!
Snorting can suddenly be heard in all directions. Father Kelly runs back into the reading room as Taggart looks across the tops of the books on his right and sees a Pinky Demons stalking the aisle, sniffing out its next meal.
Taggart blasts the books to dust, hoping to get the Pinky Demon on the other side. Backing u, Taggart crashes into the shelf at his rear, books spilling down on him. Cries erupt throughout the library, but they're the cries of the damned.
TAGGART
Come on out you cowards!
The next shot blasts tons of paper away from an entire shelf. A Pinky Demon rushes at Taggart through the falling pages. It leaps.
BLAM! BLAM! The Pinky Demon flies back through the air, gushing blood, and slams into a cart, easily shattering it under the demon’s weight.
INT. TOWER LIBRARY - LOBBY
A pentagram teleporter folds back up into a cube. A tall trench coat-wearing figure reaches down for it. We can see its brown clawed hand as it picks the cube up and places it in his trench coat pocket and heads upstairs.
INT. TOWER LIBRARY - READING ROOM
Taggart drags Father Kelly out from under the desk.
TAGGART
We're leaving!
FATHER KELLY
How? They no doubt have the entrance guarded.
Taggart shoots out the nearest window and the glass shatters outwards.
FATHER KELLY
I won't do it!
TAGGART
Then you die.
A mercenary rappels down to the broken window from outside, and sprays the room with gunfire. Taggart throws Father Kelly to the floor and takes cover behind the nearest desk. He returns fire, leaving the Merc as a broken puppet dangling from its string.
TAGGART
Okay, so we're not going that way.
FATHER KELLY
They have us boxed in, don't they? We're doomed!
TAGGART
Don't ever say that.
Taggart takes out a grenade and hands it to the priest.
FATHER KELLY
I can't do this. I can't.
TAGGART
You want your mega-sphere, you're gonna have to wade through the ranks of Hell's finest. They're Demons, padre’. You've been part of this battle since the day you put that collar on.
FATHER KELLY
And you?
TAGGART
I've been a part of this battle since the day they first fucked with me.
He breaks the shotgun stock over his knee and slides two fresh cartridges in.
TAGGART
They've got all the exits blocked, so we'll make a new one. Let's rock ‘n’ roll.
INT. TOWER LIBRARY
A Pinky Demon shuffles through ruined books in search of blood. Something rolls over its foot, and it lowers its head to examine the object. A second later, the now-inside-out demon is launched through a wall of flaming literature as the grenade sends the stacks down in a fiery domino effect.
Taggart yanks Father Kelly through the fire, pausing to use the double shotgun to rearrange a Pinky Demon’s face at close range.
TAGGART
Vengeance is mine, assholes.
Behind Taggart, a Pinky Demon leaps from one aisle to the next, taking Father Kelly with it as it slams into him. The encroaching flames singe Taggart's arms as he flings crumbling shelves aside. He looks behind himself and sees that Father Kelly is gone.
TAGGART
Padre’! Where are you?!
Out of a wall of flame, walks the tall trench coat figure. Taggart looks on at it, confused. As it nears Taggart, he sees that it is an Imp standing tall, wearing a trenchcoat, all but two of its eyes closed to appear more human-like. By now however, it is right at him and it slams its fist into Taggart’s face.
Taggart slams into a railing and is nearly pitched into the lobby. The Imp is on him in milliseconds. Face to face, they grab one another's arms and strain their muscles to the breaking point.
TAGGART
Can't… beat… me…
He throws the Imp out into empty space and it plummets onto the circulation desk far below.
Meanwhile, Father Kelly is pinned to the floor by a Pinky Demon. Slobbering on him, it lowers its head to start its meal. Father Kelly rips the crucifix from his neck and stabs the Pinky Demon in
the back. It howls in agony, and while its head is raised, it explodes.
FATHER KELLY
Saints be praised!
Taggart’s strong hands pull Father Kelly to his feet.
TAGGART
Yeah, shotguns do that.
He lobs another grenade across the room. The wall blisters and falls away, revealing a busy street at night.
TAGGART
That's our exit.
EXT. TOWER LIBRARY - NIGHT
Taggart steps out onto a second-story ledge and helps Father Kelly do the same. A Merc leans over the edge of the roof to snipe at them. Taggart sees him and shoots him with the shotgun, sending his screaming body to the street far below.
FATHER KELLY
We're going to fall!
TAGGART
Head back inside if you want.
A Pinky Demon lumbers out onto the ledge. Taggart fires, but misses as it quickly squats at the last second.
TAGGART
Fuck. Padre’, grab the pistol from my waist!
Kelly inches his hand towards the gun, terrified of dropping from the ledge. The Pinky Demon seems to be having the same concerns, but it slowly makes its way toward him.
TAGGART
Come on man!
FATHER KELLY
Alright!
Father Kelly finally reaches out and snatches the pistol from Taggart’s waist, cracks off two rounds into the Demon’s ugly mug, but then falls from the ledge.
Taggart grabs his hand at the last second and heaves him back to safety. The Pinky Demon isn't so lucky. It had blown apart when Father Kelly shot it, spraying the ledge with gore, with excess blood and guts falling to the ground far below.
TAGGART
First kill, Padre’! How does it feel?
Father Kelly grips Taggart tightly and pukes over the ledge. Taggart smirks.
TAGGART
Yeah, you'll get used to it.
Mindful of both the street far below and the rooftop above them, Taggart leads Father Kelly around the corner.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
The Imp charges out the entrance of the library and into the street. A policeman driving by, screeches to a halt and gets out of his cruiser, aiming his gun at the creature.
COP
Don't take another step!
The cop is shaking with fear, convincing himself that the thing in front of him is just a person in a suit. The Imp claps its claws together, generating a fireball about the size of the cop's head.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Around the corner, Taggart and Kelly slide down a drainage pipe into an alley. They hear screams of terror erupting out on the street.
FATHER KELLY
So where do we go now?
TAGGART
I know a place we can hide out at. We just need to get there.
FATHER KELLY
Easier said than done.
The Imp is now at the mouth of the alley. It throws its coat off and begins generating a gigantic fireball.
CERVANTES
(O.S.)
Got them!
Taggart looks up and sees the Merc on the ledge above and has his gun trained on his head.
TAGGART
Kelly…
FATHER KELLY
Father in Heaven…
TAGGART
Amen!
Taggart grabs the pistol from the priest and pops Cervantes in the wrist. The Merc jerks just as he fires off a round, hitting the Imp by accident.
CERVANTES
Christ!
The Imp roars and hurls the fireball it was making at Cervantes, engulfing his head in a fiery blaze. His high-pitched screams could be heard even in the far distance. The Imp then began to summon a new flame meant for Taggart, but Taggart's is long gone.
EXT. MOOR - MORNING
Taggart and Father Kelly trudge through that endless fog across a boggy, desolate field. Father Kelly shivers bitterly and rubs his hands together; Taggart stares purposefully ahead.
FATHER KELLY
Any idea where we are?
TAGGART
Yeah, shouldn't be much farther.
FATHER KELLY
I want to ask you about something...
TAGGART
(cutting him off) Don't. I really mean it. I don't want your sympathy, your blessings, or your prayers.
FATHER KELLY
Flynn?
Taggart turns like he's ready to knock the priest out.
TAGGART
Fuckin’ don't.
FATHER KELLY
What's God like?
Taggart is caught off-guard by the question. He smiles a little.
TAGGART
If we live through this, I'll tell ya. If not, you'll see for yourself.
They reach a crude wooden fence that is partly decayed and rotting. Taggart points to a cottage on the horizon.
TAGGART
That's them.
EXT. COTTAGE - DAY
He raps on the front door. A woman opens it and her beauty is changed for a split-second with shock.
TAGGART
Hey Arlene.
ARLENE
Flynn. What are you...your arm. What happened?
TAGGART
They're back.
She lets them in without another word.
INT. COTTAGE - LIVING ROOM
A bald man sets down his newspaper and rises from his easy chair.
ALBERT GALLATIN
Flynn Taggart. Am I glad to see you again?
TAGGART
No.
GALLATIN
(grunts) Figured as much.
Arlene grabs a damp towel and presses it to the wound on Taggart's arm.
TAGGART
It's just a scratch.
ARLENE
Grow up Flynn.
GALLATIN
Who's this, then?
TAGGART
Father Kelly. Kelly, this is Albert and Arlene Gallatin. Formerly of
the United States Marines.
GALLATIN
Yeah, how about that. We leave the Corps, move to another continent, and yet here you are bleeding on our doorstep.
ARLENE
Al…
GALLATIN
So how much time have we got?
TAGGART
I don't know, but we’re running out of it
ARLENE
You think they'll follow you here?
Taggart slightly nods. Arlene’s expression changes abruptly. She looks at her husband.
TAGGART
What? You don't have weapons?
GALLATIN
We've got weapons all right. It's...
A soft whimper comes from the hallway. As the four stare at one another, the sound escalates into a baby's cry for its mother.
FATHER KELLY
(whispering) Dear Lord in Heaven…
INT. COTTAGE - CELLAR
Gallatin opens a case on a worktable, prying a disassembled sniper rifle from its foam padding and slapping it together.
TAGGART
If I'd known…
GALLATIN
(cutting him off) What's important now is that we protect the house.
TAGGART
Right. (beat) What's its name?
GALLATIN
Her name is Angel.
He reaches under the table and hands Taggart a chaingun. Taggart smiles.
TAGGART
And her name is Vera.
GALLATIN
You gonna do as I say this time around?
TAGGART
I guess it wouldn't kill me.
Gallatin shoves a full clip into the rifle.
GALLATIN
Where's Lorelei in all this?
Taggart pauses, forcing tears to stay back.
TAGGART
(solemn) A better place.
INT. COTTAGE - KITCHEN
Arlene glances nervously out the window as she cradles her baby, Angel. Father Kelly looks on with a sad smile, knowing the possible danger they may have brought to this family.
FATHER KELLY
How old is she?
ARLENE
Six months. How did you get mixed up with Flynn Taggart?
FATHER KELLY
He saved me.
ARLENE
(remembering) That's usually how it goes.
FATHER KELLY
Were you there?
ARLENE
I've seen the demons, if that's what you're asking. I've killed
them. And if even one of those slobbering mongrels even thinks about crossing this threshold, I'm gonna split its head wide open.
Gallatin and Taggart enter, lugging a foot locker packed with guns and ammo.
GALLATIN
Honey, take the baby into the back.
ARLENE
You want me to stay back there?
GALLATIN
Of course.
Arlene nods and grabs a pistol from the foot locker. Father Kelly picks uncertainly through the guns. Taggart sighs and hands him a shotgun.
TAGGART
It's got a nice kick but I think you can handle it.
Gallatin is at the window, looking out.
GALLATIN
Fog's rolling in.
TAGGART
We're on, fellas.
He feeds an ammo belt into the chaingun.
GALLATIN
Sure you don't want something for the pain?
Pointing at Taggart's arm, Gallatin fishes a black Medkit from beneath the sink.
GALLATIN
No shame in…
He gets cut off as the window cracks over his head, and a pea-sized hole appears
in the opposite wall. They all hit the floor.
GALLATIN
Sniper!
He rolls over and slides on his back to the side door. Nudges it open with the barrel of his rifle.
GALLATIN
Shit. Can't see a damn thing.
A bit of wood flies off of the doorframe as another bullet embeds into it, just inches from Gallatin’s head. He quickly hustles back in.
GALLATIN
How can they possibly see us through this fog?
TAGGART
They've got Hell on their side.
Something crackles in the air outside. From the floor, they can see lightning arcing through the fog, a sight both wondrous and terrifying.
EXT. COTTAGE - DAY - FOGGY
Oranged-skinned Cacodemons are circling over the house, spitting twin bolts of lightning from their fanged mouths. Through the fog we can barely make out the shapes of mercenaries moving from point to point.
One of them scoots toward the side door. He slowly stands up, trying to see through the window screen. Gallatin, still lying on his back, kicks the door open and pops the Merc in the head. The door swings shut as the Merc’s head explodes in a grisly display of gore.
INT. COTTAGE - KITCHEN
GALLATIN
These guys aren't zombies, Taggart.
TAGGART
No, they're UAC.
GALLATIN
What?!
TAGGART
Hell of a merger, huh?
GALLATIN
How long have they been involved? Why?
TAGGART
I have no idea.
A Cacodemon's single giant yellow eye stares through the window at them. Taggart sits up, winding up the chainsaw.
TAGGART
Peek-a-boo, bitch!
Green eyeball fluid gushes into the sink as the Cacodemon’s eye is shredded. It hisses madly, managing to barely escape with its life, but remaining blind. Father Kelly just stares in horrible awe.
A window breaks elsewhere in the house.
GALLATIN
Arlene!
INT. COTTAGE - BEDROOM
Arlene is sitting on the floor with the baby in her lap. The window overhead is broken. Lightning licks the air outside.
ARLENE
I'm okay!
A shadow suddenly fills the window and she looks up. She begins firing as the baby begins to cry.
INT. COTTAGE - KITCHEN
Gallatin sprints for the hallway. A lightning bolt splits the front door in two, knocking him
across the room. He tumbles over his easy chair just in time to avoid a hail of bullets.
The house is being riddled with gunfire now, every surface blistered, plaster and wood showering the heroes. Gallatin crawls on his belly towards the hall, screaming Arlene's name over and over. She races out of the bedroom with the baby wrapped up in her arms, bullet after bullet whistling through her hair. Arlene ducks down beside her husband.
ARLENE
The cellar!
GALLATIN
Flynn! Get to the cellar!
INT. COTTAGE - CELLAR
Taggart and Father Kelly scramble down the steps just as the kitchen's side door is torn away by some unseen monstrosity.
INT. COTTAGE - KITCHEN
Gallatin blasts away out at the fog to provide cover for Arlene and Angel. A fist-sized fireball streaks across the room and hits the kitchen table, causing it to explode.
GALLATIN
Imps!
As Arlene rushes down the cellar stairs, an Imp leaps from the fog outside, to grab Gallatin's throat.
INT. COTTAGE - CELLAR
Arlene pulls a panel away from the wall, revealing an earthen tunnel.
TAGGART
You're kidding.
ARLENE
We were scared that they'd come for us sooner or later. Now go!
They hear Gallatin scream from upstairs.
TAGGART
I've got him. Get the baby outta here!
INT. COTTAGE - KITCHEN
The Imp smashes Albert through a row of cabinets, bringing him down on the table. It prepares to bite into his face, but Taggart arrives and slugs the demon in the jaw. It roars and backhands him. Crashing to the floor, Taggart spots the white Medkit.
The Imp begins choking the life out of Albert Gallatin as he tries to rake his fingernails through its leathery flesh; it seems to relish the pain.
Taggart jams a black syringe into his arm and his face flushes. A wide grin spreads across it.
TAGGART
Adrenaline!
He grabs the Imp by the shoulder and, with a flick of the wrist, slams it into the sink, knocking the wind out of the demon. Taggart plows a meaty fist into the Imp's face and it sails into the wall. He charges forward with a berserker cry, using both fists to drive the Imp into the wall.
TAGGART
Fight back, you pussy!
WHAM! He slugs his fist right across the Imp's face and blood sprays the wall. POW! Ribs crack. The Imp wails. WHAM! BAM! CRASH! Taggart drags the miserable creature the entire length of the wall and slams it into the floor.
GALLATIN
(still gasping for breath) Come on Taggart!
TAGGART
I'm just getting started, baby! Feel the burn, Motherfucker! I'm gonna tear you some new ones…
Right on cue, his bulging veins relax, and the red flushed color leaves his face.
TAGGART
Oh shit.
The Imp looks up weakly.
TAGGART
I'm coming down fast, Al.
He turns and the two humans run downstairs.
EXT. MOOR - DAY - FOGGY
Four adults and one baby sit on a foggy roadside.
FATHER KELLY
Are you sure you'll be all right?
GALLATIN
My colleagues will take care of us.
TAGGART
And here I thought you've retired.
GALLATIN
(shrugging) A soldier's work is never done.
ARLENE
British Intelligence, Flynn. With any luck, they'll be able to stall
UAC.
GALLATIN
I'll arrange transportation for the two of you.
TAGGART
Thanks, Sarge. (beat) So where are you and I headed,
Padre?
FATHER KELLY
East.
INT. BULLET TRAIN - BOOTH - DAY
Father Kelly is asleep beside a window, past which zips the countryside of some European country. Taggart watches him, watches the door, watches the sky. Father Kelly awakes with a start.
FATHER KELLY
God!
TAGGART
Nightmare?
FATHER KELLY
I should be thankful that's all it was.
TAGGART
Are you sure about Jerusalem?
FATHER KELLY
Brother Augustine was seen there in 1902. It's possible that that's
where he hid the mega-sphere.
TAGGART
Christ, I need a drink.
INT. BULLET TRAIN - DINING CAR
Taggart slides onto an empty stool and flags down the bartender.
TAGGART
Scotch. REAL Scotch. Double.
SABANDO
(O.S.)
Make it two.
She sits down beside him and places a bill on the bar.
SABANDO
On me.
TAGGART
(sarcastically) You're swell.
SABANDO
Where's our jet, Taggart?
TAGGART
Crashed it outside Manchester. (pause) Don't tell me you came all this way just to get back one of UAC's toys.
SABANDO
You know about the mega-sphere, I take it.
Taggart nods and receives his drink from the barkeep.
TAGGART
I've heard some things.
SABANDO
You can't even begin to comprehend what this all means.
TAGGART
Do you think I fucking care? All I need to know is that you're in bed
with Hell.
SABANDO
Heaven didn't return our calls. (sips drink) God doesn't care about you or me. And frankly, neither does the Devil, but at least he's willing to strike a bargain.
TAGGART
You murdered Lorelei, you bitch.
SABANDO
It was a mistake. She wasn't supposed to die.
TAGGART
There's going to be a lot of that in the coming days.
He swallows the rest of his drink and steps off the stool.
TAGGART
I promise.
He leaves the car.
2/11/2006 12:40:59 AM
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