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Doom: Knee Deep in the Dead
By Rick Arnold
This of course is only the first draft, so it's pretty rough right now. But this is the first 14 pages of the script. Enjoy.
INT. MARINE CORP MARS OUTPOST - NIGHT
The outpost was mostly deserted, except for LIEUTENANT KURT ANDERSON and his platoon. The entire outpost had received orders from MAJOR BOYD to fly to Phobos, one of Mars’ two moons. LIEUTENANTS WEEMS and BARRET were the lucky ones, who lead the other platoons to Phobos. A few technicians were sitting in the outpost control room, monitoring the mission. The only ones who had no clue what was going on was one unlucky bastard and his two guards.
INT. MARS OUTPOST MESS HALL - NIGHT
Sitting at a table in the corner of the room is CORPORAL FLYNN TAGGART, silently eating his dinner, as his two ‘guards’ listen to a radio that is picking up the chatter between the marines and the technicians. Taggart should have been up on the front line with the others, but an unfortunate circumstance has him sitting back at base. He looks up from his food at the guards, both coincidentally are named RON. The one on the left, RON #1, has a black crew cut, and the one on the right, RON #2, is completely bald.
RON #2
Sounds like we’re going to miss out on all the fun, eh?
RON #1
Checking up on a few colonists? I’d rather be here.
FLYNN
Excuse me, Ron?
Both Rons turn around and look at Flynn.
FLYNN
(grinning)
Either of you boys got a smoke?
RON #2
Smoking isn’t allowed in the mess hall, Corporal.
FLYNN
(rolling his eyes)
Who the hell is going to find out?
RON #1
If either of us gave you a cigarette, we’d be sitting next to you on the next mission.
Flynn goes back to his food as the radio starts squawking and a voice comes over. Flynn immediately recognized it as PFC JACK GRAYSON.
GRAYSON (O.S.)
This is PFC Grayson reporting in. I’m at the main entrance to the UAC Mining Facility as we speak.
EXT. UAC MINING FACILITY - NIGHT
A heavy wind is blowing up dust as three marines move across a walkway, heading towards two other marines standing at the airlock leading inside. Grayson is standing by the control panel, awaiting his orders.
MARINE #1
Are we going in, or what?
GRAYSON
(listening to radio)
Hold on.
The marines were all equipped with a Franchi LAW12 shotguns, as well as a standard Desert Eagle .50 sidearm. They all stood there, fidgeting nervously.
WEEMS (O.S.)
PFC Grayson? This is Lieutenant Weems. Report in.
GRAYSON
(talking into mike)
This is PFC Grayson speaking.
WEEMS (O.S.)
Are you alone there?
GRAYSON
No sir. I have five other men here with me.
WEEMS (O.S.)
Proceed inside and report any findings. Over and out.
INT. MARS OUTPOST CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT
The lead technician, BRAD FULLER, walked over to the coffee machine stationed inside the room, pressing a button for a large cup of coffee. The two other technicians, LEN and MAVIS, were watching a monitor showing two marines sitting inside a transport. Fuller could hear Weems talking to some other soldiers on the radio.
WEEMS (O.S.)
Delta Squad! I want you to take the trams over to the command post and check those out. Alright?
DELTA LEADER (O.S.)
I read you, loud and clear, sir!
Fuller grabbed his cup of coffee and walked back over to the bank of computers. He brought up a video on his computer that was labeled ‘Phobos Gate’. Just as he had thought, the screen was still screwed up, all he could make out was a combination of red and green.
GRAYSON (O.S.)
Lieutenant Weems? This is... PFC Grayson... reporting.
WEEMS (O.S.)
What’s your report, private?
GRAYSON (O.S.)
Words cannot explain what I’m seeing.
INT. UAC MINING FACILITY - NIGHT
Grayson stood near the airlock, the other Marines were behind him. He was shining his flashlight a few feet in front him. At the end of the beam was an image that would forever scar their minds. The corpse of a UAC colonist was lying on the metal catwalk, with their stomach torn open. Their innards were thrown around the hall. A look of terror was frozen on their face.
MARINE #1
(wiping mouth with hand)
What the hell happened to them?
MARINE #2
Did someone go crazy or something?
GRAYSON
No man could ever do that, crazy or not.
A grunt is heard from further down the hall and around the corner. Grayson turns towards the sound, and back at the marines.
GRAYSON
(pointing at Marine 2 and 3)
Go investigate that sound.
The two marines looked at Grayson nervously and advanced ahead, walking past the corpse. Grayson turned around and looked at the fourth marine, CORPORAL WILLIAM GATES.
GRAYSON
Gates?
GATES
(frightened)
Ye-yes?
GRAYSON
I need you to head back to the recon point and send out a full scale alert. Something is going on here...
At that, a clatter of shots rang out from the corridor, with no responses. Grayson shot a look at Gates, who ran for the airlock.
GRAYSON
Marines?! Report in!
MARINE #3 (O.S.)
(weak voice)
Help!
More shots ring out down the corridor, as Marine #5 starts backing up towards the airlock.
MARINE #5
I think we should retreat.
GRAYSON
(into mike)
Attention! Is anyone on the line?!
INT. MARS OUTPOST MESS HALL - NIGHT
The two Rons are now talking rapidly between each other, both are obviously nervous. Flynn just sits there and listens to the radio, for a new transmission from Grayson.
RON #1
What do you think happened?
Another warbled transmission comes over the radio.
DELTA LEADER (O.S.)
This is Delta Leader! Do you read me?
GRAYSON (O.S.)
This is PFC Grayson, where are you?
DELTA LEADER (O.S.)
We’re just arriving at the UAC Command Post. Where is Lieutenant Weems?
GRAYSON (O.S.)
I lost radio contact with... Oh my God!
There is a moment of silence before Delta Leader responds.
DELTA LEADER (O.S.)
Say that again, Grayson? I didn’t get your full transmission.
GRAYSON (O.S.)
It’s too big to be a human... red eyes... like some sort of humanoid!
The line went silent for a moment, and it keyed again, the sounds of shotguns firing filled the line. Ron #2 quickly turned his head away from the radio, expecting it to go away. Another voice came over the line.
MARINE #5 (O.S.)
We have to pull out! We can’t kill it!
Another shot rings out, and the same voice can be heard screaming in pain.
DELTA LEADER (O.S.)
Is anyone else out there?! Anyone that can confirm what is going on?
Flynn stared at the radio, as more shots ran out. He was waiting for the last slug to be shot, when another voice came on.
BRAD (O.S.)
This is Lead Technician Fuller over at the Mars Outpost. Lieutenants Weems and Barret are moving towards the processing plant and the Phobos Gate. All troops are ordered to stay put until his order comes through again.
FLYNN
(to the Rons)
Give me a handgun, one of you. We’ve got to get up to Phobos there. Something has seriously gone wrong.
Flynn stood up and headed for the door, when Ron #2 unholstered his gun and aimed it at Flynn.
RON #2
(nervous)
Freeze! You are a prisoner!
FLYNN
Listen, Ron. You can make it easy on yourself... or hard.
RON #2
Don’t try me!
And with that, Flynn quickly chopped Ron #2 in the wrist, causing him the drop his pistol. Flynn turned around, smacking Ron #1 in the chin, knocking him out cold. Ron #2 reached for his pistol, but Flynn jumped on him and smacked him in the back of the head. Flynn picked up the GLOCK 31 and left the mess hall, locking the doors from outside.
INT. MARS OUTPOST CONTROL ROOM
Brad is now walking back and forth across the control room, monitors flashing, radios crackling. The two technicians are gone, and LIEUTENANT ANDERSON is there now, accompanied by two other soldiers, SERGEANT JOHN PIETROVICH and CORPORAL BUDDY DACOTE.
ANDERSON
So you say that a PFC reported...?
BRAD
(muttering)
Red-eyed humanoids.
ANDERSON
And that’s what killed his team?
BRAD
We haven’t had radio contact with PFC Grayson in awhile.
ANDERSON
Call over to the shuttleport. Have them warm a shuttle up. My platoon is heading to Phobos.
Flynn entered the control room, causing everyone to turn towards the door.
ANDERSON
Flynn? What are you doing here? Aren’t you under surveillance?
FLYNN
Cut the bullshit, Anderson. I know something bad is going down on Phobos, and I want to go up there to help.
ANDERSON
You just want to go up there for Arlene.
FLYNN
I want to go up there to find out what the hell killed Grayson.
ANDERSON
Fine, but you only have the guns you have. We only have enough shotguns for each man.
FLYNN
Great...
BRAD
Weems is going to shit bricks if he sees him, you know that?
ANDERSON
Weems and the others are most likely dead. Whatever is up there... it’s going to get down here.
(looks at Flynn)
Get your equipment and get down to the shuttleport, ASAP. Do you read me?
FLYNN
Loud and clear, chief!
Flynn left the control room, as Anderson turned to Pietrovich, who snapped to attention.
ANDERSON
Petro, get down to the barracks and get the men ready. We’re leaving in ETA ten minutes.
PIETROVICH
Right away, Lieutenant!
Pietrovich leaves the control room as the radio keys to life after close to a half hour of silence. They recognized it almost immediately as SERGEANT CID MORLAND of Beta Platoon.
MORLAND (O.S.)
Is anyone out there? Hello?
BRAD
This is Fuller down on the Mars Outpost, I read you.
MORLAND (O.S.)
Where is everyone? I’m all alone up here!
ANDERSON
Sergeant? This is Lieutenant Anderson speaking, where are you?
MORLAND (O.S.)
I was with the first group who had gone into the main mining facility, I got split up from everyone. Sitting locked in some office on the third floor.
ANDERSON
Alright, hold tight. We’re heading up to Phobos right now.
MORLAND (O.S.)
You better hurry... from what I’ve been seeing, we’re in a shitload of trouble.
ANDERSON
What do you mean by seeing?
INT. UAC MINING FACILITY - NIGHT
The hallway was silent, now covered in blood, two new corpses were laying next to the first corpse, except these two are riddled with blasts from a shotgun. Sitting further down the hall, near the intersection is Grayson, he is noticeably losing it. He is covered in the gore from he had to waste that... thing.
Grayson stood up silently and looked around the corner, the two marines he had sent were laying there now, dead. One with his brains painting the wall, and the other with a large gaping hole in his chest. Grayson looked down the other way, there was a door at the end marked ‘Stairwell’.
GRAYSON
(trembling)
I’m sorry I couldn’t die here with you.
He know heads for the door, hoping someone will arrive soon and save them all... if there is anyone else.
INT. MARS OUTPOST CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT
A monitor is showing a video, showing several scientists running machines and hurriedly running back and forth. A large gate is seen in the background, it’s the Phobos Gate, an alien device. Moments later, a bright light emerges from the gate as it opens. The scientists turn towards the light, a fireball erupts from the light, catching a scientist in the hip, splitting him in half, spraying blood across the floor.
DACOTE (O.S.)
(nauseated)
Jesus Christ.
ANDERSON (O.S.)
The gates are open?
MORLAND (O.S.)
That would explain why this whole operation stinks to high heaven.
They continue to watch as more fireballs erupt from the gate, scientists are running for cover. Equipment explodes, as well the unlucky scientists who can’t escape. A figure is seen emerging from the gate, but before it can be fully seen, a fireball nails the camera. Static fills the screen. Brad turns the screen off and turns to Anderson.
BRAD
We can only assume that the Deimos Gate opened too.
DACOTE
But we should probably wait until morning, when you can put a call through to them.
MORLAND (O.S.)
I think it’s a gas or something that escaped from the gate.
BRAD
Gas doesn’t shoot fireballs, Sergeant.
MORLAND (O.S.)
No, but I’ve been hearing over the radio that some of the marines are going ‘crazy’ and attacking the others.
ANDERSON
You heard anything about what’s going on down at the processing plant?
MORLAND (O.S.)
Nah, I only pick up sporadic transmissions.
Sgt. Pietrovich enters the room, he’s in full combat armor, minus his helmet. He approaches Anderson.
PIETROVICH
Lieutenant, the shuttle is ready and all the men are loaded on board.
ANDERSON
(to Pietrovich and Dacote)
You two get on board, and await my arrival in five minutes.
(to Morland)
Stay put, we’ll send radio confirmation once we land.
MORLAND (O.S.)
I read you, loud and clear, sir.
EXT. SPACE
A shuttle, the Enick, is seen flying towards the largest of Mars’ moons, Phobos. The moon is dotted with various facilities and other manmade buildings. The shuttle is heading for the Phobos Shuttleport.
INT. ENICK CABIN
The two pilots, Privates Coleman and Morton, were looking on at Phobos. It was their first real time flying up to the moon, and they were amazed.
COLEMAN
That place is huge... I’d hate to be lost up there.
MORTON
Don’t talk like that, damn it.
Anderson enters the cabin, his shotgun slung across his back.
ANDERSON
Coleman, keep the ride smooth, and get us down there quickly.
COLEMAN
I’ll try, sir.
ANDERSON
Don’t try, private. Do it! I want this ship landed and I wanted it done ten minutes ago!
MORTON
Don’t worry, sir. We’re on it!
Anderson leaves the cabin, as Coleman looks forward nervously. Morton grins slightly at Coleman, as they start flipping switches.
INT. PHOBOS SHUTTLEPORT - NIGHT
The port is empty, except for two shuttles, the ones used by Weems to transport the two platoons out. The place is still brightly lit, and in pristine condition. The intercom in the port is scrambling, a voice can be heard trying to come through on it.
GATES (O.S.)
Attention!
The voice is Gates, who is yelling over the intercom, expecting that there are still people in the port. But all he’s yelling to is emptiness.
GATES (O.S.)
I’m trapped in a utility building between the mining facility and the port! They’re after me! Big hairy... monsters!
The sound of a door being ripped off the hinges is heard in the background.
GATES (O.S.)
Help!! They’re coming after me!
The sound of Gates’ shotgun can be heard now, as can the sound of small explosions and muffled grunts.
GATES (O.S.)
Help!! Agh!
With that, the shotgun stopped, as did the other sounds, except for the muffled grunt, which grows increasingly louder before the intercom shuts off. Now the sound of the landing shuttle is heard, louder then the intercom was. Would they be able to make a difference at what has already gone down?
EXT. PHOBOS SHUTTLEPORT - NIGHT
The soldiers are now off the shuttle and gathered outside the port, there is only seven soldiers in the platoon, not including the three we’ve already met. They’re all talking among each other, Anderson isn’t in sight. Flynn is standing over by two others,
LANCE CORPORAL DOUG KOWALSKI and PRIVATE DANNY JENKINS. Kowalski, instead of the LAW12, carried a Remington Model 1889 12-gauge double-barreled shotgun.
KOWALSKI
(patting shotgun)
Just stay behind me, rookie. The old boomstick here will protect you.
FLYNN
Big deal, that piece of scrap metal is ancient history.
KOWALSKI
Funny, Flynn. We’ll see who’s bitchin’ when some alien gets in their face.
JENKINS
I’ll stick with the LAW12 if you don’t mind. Franchi shotguns all the way.
FLYNN
Personally, I wouldn’t mind if the Marines had adapted Mossberg shotguns.
PIETROVICH
(yelling)
All right ladies, get in order!
(to two privates)
Narlock! Paramo! Fall into line!
The two privates, LIAM NARLOCK and DIMITRI PARAMO, quickly move over to the others.
PARAMO
Yes sir!
PIETROVICH
I don’t need verbal recognition! I speak and you act! You got me?
No one replies, and Pietrovich smiles.
PIETROVICH (CONT’D)
That’s more like it!
Anderson comes walking from the shuttleport, with CORPORAL JAKE MORRISON in tow, he’s lugging along some computer equipment that they need to stay in constant contact with Brad back on Mars. Pietrovich walks over to Anderson and salutes him.
ANDERSON
(returning salute)
At ease, Sarge. Are we ready to move out?
PIETROVICH
Affirmative, sir!
ANDERSON
Well let’s get moving towards the mining facility, ASAP.
PIETROVICH
(yelling)
You heard the Lieutenant, pack it up and roll out!
All the soldiers moved out, guns ready for anything that cross their path. They were all set on their path, that they didn’t notice a shadow slip behind them and into the shuttleport.
1/15/2004 5:29:31 PM
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