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    In reality, no self-respecting computer programmer would program essential systems (lights, door locks, etc.) to fail if the computer system went down.
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    Doom II (Part 1)
    By Aragorn

    DOOM II

    WRITTEN BY

    Dave Thac

    &

    Jeff Long

    Based on the video games Doom, Doom 2, and Doom 3, along with their expansion packs, and the Doom Bible which can be found here: http://5years.doomworld.com/doombible/



    EXT. SPACE - MARS

    Closing in on the Red Planet and its remaining moon, we suddenly shift into hyperdrive, speeding beyond Mars, through the asteroid belt, into outer space - and find ourselves before the planet known as Jupiter.

    A system of rings winds its way around the gas giant along with a compliment of moons that number anywhere from 16 to 39; one of which, Io, has been converted into a base with a new skin of concrete and steel: bunkers, laboratories and atmospheric converters.

    SUBTITLE
    Io: One of Jupiter’s moons

    INT. IO COMPLEX - LABS - SYSTEM CONTROL

    It's the mother of all Gateways - a construct the size of a two-story building, nodes crackling with energy, the entire arch humming with power. It's surrounded by a good four dozen Marines, each armed to the teeth with chainguns, shotguns and pistols.

    This area is overlooked by a huge control station filled with technicians and their computers. At the head of the balcony stand DR. WILHELM DODD and LT. JOHN PIETROVICH.

    DODD
    Proceed.

    With a clap and a sizzle, the Gateway is suddenly filled with blue light. The Marines' faces are unflinching.

    DODD
    Set Europa coordinates.

    Pietrovich scrutinizes the countenance of each of his troops. His gaze comes to rest on a young woman in the back row who looks uneasy. She glances up at him.

    PIETROVICH
    Hmm.

    Dodd sees her and clenches his fists.

    DODD
    Abort.

    PIETROVICH
    Doctor…

    DODD
    (cutting him off) I said abort, damn it!

    He storms past the techs and down a spiral staircase to the arena. The Gateway's brilliant light fades out and shuts off, leaving the Gateway empty again. Dodd grabs the female soldier's arm.

    DODD
    What in hell are you doing down here?

    SGT. ARLENE SANDERS' femininity, concealed as it is by her cold exterior, is betrayed by her emerald eyes. She pulls away from Dodd and blushes.

    ARLENE
    I'm doing my job.

    DODD
    I specifically told Pietrovich to keep you out of System Control.

    ARLENE
    And he passed those orders on to me, Doctor. I disregarded them.

    DODD
    Do you want to be court-martialed?

    ARLENE
    Wilhelm…

    She grabs his arm and manhandles him away from the other smirking Marines.

    ARLENE
    I don't know what you think this is - chivalry? But I signed up to defend this base, not to sit on the sidelines while you're risking your life.

    DODD
    Shit, Arlene...

    ARLENE
    (cutting him off) Do not use your position here to hold me back. I am a soldier first and a girlfriend second.

    Pietrovich has walked up behind the bickering couple and lowers his head between them.

    PIETROVICH
    Maybe this can be continued privately.

    DODD
    Lieutenant…

    ARLENE
    Yes, sir.

    She turns her back on Dodd.

    DODD
    (to Pietrovich) Get her out of here.

    PIETROVICH
    Doctor, I don't think it's appropriate for you to hand down orders based on a relationship that is prohibited to begin with.

    Dodd seems like he's ready to throw a punch. But, all protocol aside, Pietrovich is a tower of muscle and he wears his don't-fuck-with-me look well.

    DODD
    All right then, John.

    Dodd heads back upstairs. Casting one last long glance at Arlene, Pietrovich follows him. The experiment is resumed. As the Gateway returns to life, Dodd and Pietrovich stare expressionless, into the light.

    DODD
    Reset Europa coordinates. (under his breath) You're a real son of a bitch you know that?

    PIETROVICH
    (under his breath) Jesus Christ, I'll buy you a beer.

    DODD
    (under his breath; sarcastic) That oughta make up for placing my girlfriend in harm's way. Thanks.

    PIETROVICH
    Private Yoshida?

    A gentle-faced Asian man in his early twenties, MIDORI YOSHIDA, takes his place at the lieutenant's side and extends an open palm towards the Gateway.

    YOSHIDA
    Clear, sir.

    Dodd scowls at the unorthodox behavior. Ignoring him, Pietrovich nods to the PFC.

    DODD
    All right, commence transmission.

    A Marine approaches the Gateway with a glowing electricity baton in hand. He prepares to toss it into the portal.

    DODD
    Is Europa ready?

    TECHNICIAN
    I'm getting a greenlight from Europa base, sir.

    Yoshida's hand closes into a pained fist.

    YOSHIDA
    Wait.

    PIETROVICH
    Private?

    YOSHIDA
    They're coming.

    The blue light suddenly shifts to blood red and casts a much darker, grimmer color around the room. The Marines raise and aim their arsenal at the Gateway. A series of locked-and-loaded sounds cascades through the ranks.

    PIETROVICH
    How bad is it?

    YOSHIDA
    There are a lot of them.

    PIETROVICH
    Steady, Marines!

    Arlene Sanders pumps her shotgun and points it at the foreboding energy field as the lab falls silent. Yoshida shuts his eyes, opening his hand again, searching the stars. He speaks, barely above a whisper.

    YOSHIDA
    Now.

    With an inhuman shriek, a LOST SOUL tears through the Gateway, and is blasted to dust in half a second.

    PIETROVICH
    Here we go, men!

    More Lost Souls now, a cloud of them, surge through the Gateway. The Marines calmly pick them off. The demons immediately start to panic, some turning back toward the gate and exploding in head-on collisions with their siblings. However, one speeds straight toward Wilhelm Dodd.

    Pietrovich whips out his pistol and puts two in the skull, shattering it just before it shreds Dodd's face. Arlene delivers a blistering blow to three Lost Souls at once, sending bits of their beings flying in all directions. Another one drops down behind her; she whirls and smashes it with the butt of the shotgun.

    Dodd rushes down the stairs.

    PIETROVICH
    Wilhelm, no!

    Still more Lost Souls are pouring through. A PFC screams in horror as two lift him off the ground, tearing him in half, blood spraying the floor. Dodd shoves a dying grunt aside and runs at Arlene. A Lost Soul clips his kneecap and he slams into the wall, screaming in pain.

    Arlene turns to see him and starts to move towards him. The entire Gateway begins to pulsate with a loud THUD-THUD-THUD, like a giant heartbeat, and the onslaught of Lost Souls is suddenly over.

    Arlene hauls Dodd to safety beneath the staircase. A big chunk's been taken out of his knee.

    DODD
    Arlene, I'm sorry...

    ARLENE
    You're gonna be fine, asshole.

    There are tears in her eyes. Dodd smiles weakly. That’s when something big, man-sized, hurtles through the Gateway. A mangled form dressed in green tatters. It slams into the floor with a wet sound and steam rises from the unmoving thing. The Marines slowly advance on it, guns at the ready.

    YOSHIDA
    Wait!

    Yoshida races down the stairs, parting his fellow grunts and rolling the body over.

    YOSHIDA
    It's human.

    ZOOM IN
    on the battered and bruised face of Flynn Taggart.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - INFIRMARY

    Dodd winces a little as his leg, secured to an operating table by clamps, is repaired. A titanium kneecap is fused to the remaining bone with a laser.

    MEDIC
    You okay?

    DODD
    Can't feel a damn thing.

    Dodd slams his hand up to his mouth to stifle a surprise rush of vomit. On the next table over lies an unconscious Taggart. Pietrovich reads from a computer monitor.

    PIETROVICH
    Corporal Flynn Taggart, listed as Missing-In-Action three years ago on Mars.

    DODD
    This is the guy that…

    PIETROVICH
    (cutting Dodd off) Yeah, this is the guy. (to Yoshida) So what can you tell us about all this?

    DODD
    John, we all saw him come through the Gateway. We don't need some so-called necromancer to piece it together for us.

    PIETROVICH
    With all due respect, this so-called necromancer saved our asses
    today.

    YOSHIDA
    It's okay, I'm not offended.

    PIETROVICH
    What's the story with Taggart here?

    YOSHIDA
    Sir. He's broken, that's for certain. Although I can't say how
    just yet...

    Dodd rolls his eyes. The medic releases his leg.

    MEDIC
    Good as new.

    YOSHIDA
    I need to speak with him.

    PIETROVICH
    Well, his condition hasn't changed at all since he came through. You might be in for a long wait.

    Arlene Sanders enters, looking with a mixture of concern and anger at her lover.

    DODD
    Hey.

    ARLENE
    (Sarcastically) How's my hero?

    DODD
    Well, I'll be able to walk again, thanks for asking.

    TAGGART
    (O.S.)
    A-Arlene?

    She turns on her heels, her face suddenly white.

    ARLENE
    Oh my God...it's...you...Flynn?

    She rushes to him. Dodd's surprise matches her own.

    ARLENE
    You're the one who came through the Gate? Are you okay?

    TAGGART
    Gate? Back up for a sec.

    Taggart weakly sits up, rubbing his head, and frowns at the others.

    TAGGART
    Where am I?

    PIETROVICH
    You're on a USMC outpost on…

    TAGGART
    (Cutting him off) Mars, right. But who are you people?

    PIETROVICH
    This isn't Mars, soldier.

    YOSHIDA
    (To himself) Amnesia.

    TAGGART
    Eh?

    PIETROVICH
    You're not on Mars. Corporal, what year is it?

    TAGGART
    What kind of shit question is that? Anyone with half a brain can tell ya it’s 2546.

    PIETROVICH
    Soldier ...It's 2549.

    TAGGART
    How'd that happen?

    PIETROVICH
    What's the last thing you remember?

    TAGGART
    I was pulling sludge detail on Mars with Dacote. Where's he at?

    PIETROVICH
    I'm afraid that everyone you knew on Mars is dead.

    Taggart shakes his head in disbelief. He tries to get off the table and shudders, falling back. The medic pushes through the others to check his vitals.

    YOSHIDA
    Corporal Taggart, you've been to Hell and back.

    TAGGART
    Feels that way.

    PIETROVICH
    You really don't remember anything?

    TAGGART
    Obviously not.

    He reaches over his shoulder and tugs something from his back with a painful grunt. It's a spur of demon bone, the end caked in blood from Taggart’s back.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - CORRIDOR

    Dodd follows Arlene from the infirmary.

    DODD
    Ex-boyfriend?

    ARLENE
    No, Wilhelm. Flynn and I served together before he got demoted and shipped out to Mars.

    DODD
    And nothing went on between the two of you?

    ARLENE
    Grow the fuck up!

    He chases after her, drawing the bemused glances of soldiers and techs in the hallway.

    DODD
    I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forget it. It's just...the way you looked at him.

    ARLENE
    All this time, I thought he was dead. I thought he was rotting in Hell, which is the last place that Flynn Taggart belongs.

    DODD
    Fair enough. (Pauses) Forgive me?

    ARLENE
    No.

    She steps through a door marked USMC PERSONNEL ONLY, which shuts behind her. Dodd nods bitterly and heads back the other way.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - THE HABITAT

    Pietrovich, Dodd and Taggart (in new government-issue clothes) stand outside a door labeled RESTRICTED.

    PIETROVICH
    In the years since your disappearance, we've made advances
    in Gateway technology and performed several successful operations. (beat) But every once in a while...

    He swipes a red keycard and the door opens. Beyond is a narrow corridor, lined with windows that look into mini-labs. Inside each lab is at least one armed Marine and one busy scientist. The trio looks through the first window.

    DODD
    This might jog your memory.

    Taggart stares in horror at the thing strapped to an exam table, a hulking pink brute on four legs with no noticeable eyes and a set of teeth to rival a Great White. It squeals like a piglet when a robotic arm drives a needle into its neck. It’s a Pinky Demon.

    TAGGART
    My God, what is that? Some kind of Alien or something?

    Dodd and Pietrovich exchange troubled glances.

    PIETROVICH
    Next lab.

    They turn around and look into a room where a sedated Imp is being scanned by ultraviolet beams.

    PIETROVICH
    Want to go in?

    TAGGART
    Hell, why not?

    INT. IO COMPLEX - THE HABITAT - MINI-LAB

    A huge, heated grid passes over the Imp, warming its body. It stirs and Taggart flinches a little when he sees it. Dodd notices Taggart flinching.

    DODD
    Remember this?

    TAGGART
    Nah, it's just a lot more fuckin' ugly up close then out there.

    The restrained monster opens its dozens of expressionless red eyes and looks curiously at them.

    PIETROVICH
    (O.S.)
    Somewhere in your mind, we may have the key to stopping these things from coming through our Gates.

    TAGGART
    I got a key for ya. It takes an energy cell with two hundred rounds
    of reconstituted plasma.

    Dodd sighs. Pietrovich smiles.

    TAGGART
    If these mothers are from Hell, we should send 'em back.

    The Imp snarls and lunges at Taggart. Taggart jerks away, but the demon is bound to the table and can only hiss and spit at him.

    TAGGART
    Fuck.

    DODD
    He does that to everybody. C'mon.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - HANGAR CONTROL

    The room is filled with dozens of computers and high-tech equipment. A nervous officer sitting at one computer flags down his supervisor as he walks by.

    SUPERVISOR
    What is it, soldier?

    OFFICER
    Looks like the supply ship's coming in early.

    SUPERVISOR
    Thank Christ, we're out of coffee.

    OFFICER
    Sir...

    He points to a blip on his radar screen.

    OFFICER
    They're coming from the wrong direction?

    SUPERVISOR
    It happens, son.

    He turns to go.

    OFFICER
    Well sir...

    The Supervisor turns back, annoyed.

    SUPERVISOR
    What?!

    OFFICER
    It looks bigger than usual. That's not a Class 5 ship, is it?

    The supervisor sighs and taps his fingertips on the blip approaching Io.

    SUPERVISOR
    It...(pauses) Hmm. Give me a live feed on the main screen.

    The large monitor in front of the entire room displays an actual image of the moon, its surface pockmarked with craters and ancient lava floes. Above the Marine base hovers a monstrous ship.

    SUPERVISOR
    Detail.

    The screen zooms in on the ship, a mass the size of ten football stadiums, built from bone, skin, organs, and death with physics-defying rivers of blood running along its armored hull and a swirling shield of Lost Souls covering the entire thing.

    SUPERVISOR
    Oh Shit.

    Mammoth hatches began opening on the underside of the Hellship. An unholy red light pours out over the base.

    OFFICER
    Sir.

    SUPERVISOR
    Get the Major...get Earth Command...get...holy fuck. We're
    dead.

    Thousands of Cacodemons and Pain Elementals spew forth from the hatches of the Hellship, along with even more Imps and Demons dropping to the surface and tearing off in every direction. The Revenants lead a charge through the entry gates of the Io Complex, laying them to waste in a silent barrage of explosions on the main screen. All in all, there are hundreds of thousands of Demons.

    SUPERVISOR
    We're dead.

    A wall explodes, sending workers flying in all directions, just as a Revenant steps through.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - THE HABITAT

    Taggart and co. are on their way out when a piercing alarm sounds.

    TAGGART
    That sounds bad.

    PIETROVICH
    It is.

    He punches an intercom on the wall.

    PIETROVICH
    This is Pietrovich, what's the situation?

    INTERCOM VOICE
    Get all of your men to...Dear God, they're all over us! They're coming out of nowhere!

    The transmission cuts off.

    DODD
    Security system's going to lock us in here if we don't move.

    A strange "phasing" sound comes from the rear. They all turn to see a Pinky Demon standing in the hallway behind them, snarling.

    TAGGART
    Uh…

    Bursts of green light announce the teleportation of several Imps and two more Pinky Demons into the corridor. Dodd punches the door's control panel. It doesn't open.

    PIETROVICH
    How are they doing this?

    The demons all glare at the humans with hungry eyes. But instead of attacking - they bust through the various lab doors to free their brethren. Gunshots are quickly silenced, replaced by the excited sounds of liberated nightmares.

    PIETROVICH
    Taggart, now would be a good time for your memory to come back.

    TAGGART
    All I need is a gun, sir.

    Pietrovich nods grimly and hands over a pistol.

    PIETROVICH
    This is the best I can do.

    TAGGART
    Good enough.

    Then the window beside Taggart shatters - and the Imp from earlier yanks him out of sight.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - THE HABITAT - MINI-LAB

    The Imp hurls Taggart into an instrument cart, sending scalpels and drills clattering to the floor. The creature kicks them aside as it prepares to tear him apart. Taggart empties his clip into the miserable beast. It slams into the opposite wall and rebound with bloodlust in its eyes. Taggart glances to the side - above the exam table, the heating grid is still on, rotated to face them. He throws out a leg to trip the attacking Imp.

    It stumbles and flies into the grid - frying half of its face on the white-hot wiring. The Imp shrieks and tears away, leaving a good portion of its flesh behind. Taggart stands up and slugs the demon in the jaw.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - THE HABITAT - CORRIDOR

    Pietrovich shoots the control panel and Dodd begins to wrestle the door open. The lieutenant uses the rest of his ammo to no effect on the advancing horde. They're slowly, playfully closing in on the humans.

    DODD
    C'mon John!

    A Pinky Demon slams its head into Pietrovich and he is slammed up against the wall. The Pinky Demon rips into his belly with savage glee.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - THE HABITAT - MINI-LAB

    A mutilated dead Marine lies on top a shotgun. Taggart kicks the body off and grabs the shotgun, stuffing ammo into his pockets.

    INT. IO COMPLEX - THE HABITAT - CORRIDOR

    Dodd's halfway through the door when a Pinky Demon rushes him from behind and rips into his shoulder, tugging him back, causing Dodd to scream. The Pinky Demon grunts insistently and opens its mouth to strike the killing bite.

    Its entire head becomes a shower of blood that sprays Dodd's face, unveiling Flynn Taggart, who feeds another shell to another Pinky Demon and punches out an Imp. He's already knee deep in the guts of a few slaughtered Imps and Pinky Demons.

    TAGGART
    How ‘bout a hand?

    Taggart reaches out as the remaining Imps and Pinky Demons rush down the hall, heading towards him. Dodd tentatively extends his hand.

    TAGGART
    Let's go, buddy!

    Dodd grasps the Marine and hauls him through the door. Together they force it shut, containing the Demon wave on the other side. However that doesn’t stop the monsters from trying to break in.

    TAGGART
    Looks like they missed me.

    DODD
    We have to find…

    ARLENE
    (O.S.)
    (cutting him off) Wilhelm!

    Sanders and Yoshida come from the other direction, their uniforms already torn and drenched with blood.

    YOSHIDA
    I didn't see them coming. I don't understand!

    DODD
    Where are they coming from??

    ARLENE
    There's a ship outside. It's fucking huge!

    YOSHIDA
    They're all over the base. We're trapped.

    ARLENE
    No, there's always the brig.

    DODD
    What?

    ARLENE
    The prison is the most heavily fortified structure on Io. Anyone
    who knows what's good for them will head there.

    DODD
    Arlene, this hallway might be the only place that isn't filled with those things!

    ARLENE
    I'm pulling rank. We're going to the prison.

    TAGGART
    It's not a bad idea.

    The doctor stabs a finger into Taggart's chest.

    DODD
    We don't need input from a delinquent grunt who can't even remember the last three years!

    TAGGART
    What I do remember is mopping the floor with geek scientists who couldn't strategize their way out of a paper bag.

    ARLENE
    Enough!

    DODD
    Whose side are you taking?

    ARLENE
    Neither of you! Stop being so fucking arrogant and follow me! That's an order!

    Yoshida opens his mouth to try and calm the crew, but Dodd silences him with a glare.

    EXT. IO COMPLEX - DAY

    The atmospheric converters make the air breathable, but it doesn't make the volcanic landscape much more hospitable, especially now. The yellow-tinged sky boils as smoke rises into it - smoke from the pyres of soldiers, being burned alive by the army from Hell. Their screams - from the ones still alive - echo throughout the moon.

    The human BBQ is being held inside the gates; Arlene gapes at the holocaust scene from behind a Moon Rover. On the horizon, Hell's minions are still pouring out of the ship to attack every building in sight.

    TAGGART
    Where's the prison?

    ARLENE
    We can't just let this continue.

    TAGGART
    The prison.

    ARLENE
    We've got to fight them.

    TAGGART
    If we run out there right now, we'll be fuckin’ kindling. We need
    more men.

    ARLENE
    (sighing) ...I know.

    Nearby, a legless scientist is being hung over a fire, blood dripping from his stump. His eyes meet Dodd's.

    DODD
    Jesus, they're cooking him.

    ARLENE
    Let's move.

    DODD
    At least they killed John instantly.

    ARLENE
    Flynn's right.

    DODD
    No, you are. You always were. We can’t let this continue.

    Dodd snatches Yoshida's pistol and runs out into the open.

    ARLENE
    WILHELM!

    An Imp turns its head at the sound of Arlene's cry and Dodd shoots it in the head, blood exploding out the back. The rest of the Imps begin charging at him with fireballs swelling in their hands.

    ARLENE
    WILHELM!

    Dodd runs for cover, firing a few wild shots back at the Imps, regretting his bravado in a big way. The rover fishtails in the dirt as Taggart jumps into it and stomps on the gas, hurtling toward the doctor. Arlene and Yoshida are left behind to watch the scene.

    TAGGART
    YEEEHAW!

    He thrusts out the shotgun and catches a passing Imp in the mouth, lifting it off the ground and blowing its ugly head to smithereens.

    Dodd leaps - catches the rover's roll cage and hangs on for dear life.

    TAGGART
    Get in Doc.

    An Imp-colored blur sails past the rover, taking Dodd with it. Arlene drops her gun and wails in horror. Pulling a 180, Taggart searches the landscape, but Dodd is nowhere to be seen. It might have something to do with a dozen or so Imps forming a tight circle around something that Taggart couldn’t quite pick out. What he can pick out though is bits of flesh and blood being ripped away and throw messily behind the group of Imps.

    TAGGART
    Doc!

    Imps from other locations turn at the yell and soon after, fireballs slam into the grill of the rover.

    TAGGART
    Fuck this shit.

    He throws the rover into reverse and speeds back to Arlene and Yoshida's position. Yoshida pulls the sobbing sergeant in and Taggart floors it.

    10/26/2005 3:42:34 PM
    (Updated: 10/26/2005 3:43:44 PM)

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