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Her knees tucked under her chin, Patricia sits and looks up at the air duct.
FRANKLIN (O.S.) What you waiting for?
Patricia slides across the floor away from Franklin.
PATRICIA Jesus!
Franklin walks from the shadows. Blood smeared over his clothes.
He arches his neck and looks up to the duct.
FRANKLIN You know he’s probably not coming back?
Patricia slowly stands. Her eyes never leave Franklin’s.
PATRICIA I heard something but I’m not sure what?
She looks at Franklin.
PATRICIA Are you hurt?
Franklin rubs at the front of his clothes.
FRANKLIN I’m fine, Elliot’s not so.
PATRICIA Elliot?
Franklin advances on Patricia.
FRANKLIN The King’s dead, baby.
Patricia backs in to a corner.
Franklin looks up at the duct.
FRANKLIN Where’s he gone that was so important?
PATRICIA He said he was going to storage. I don’t know why.
FRANKLIN Maybe I should go look for him, or should I stay here and hold your hand?
Patricia glances up to the duct.
FRANKLIN Don’t wait up?
He hoists himself up and through the air duct.
INT. SPACEPORT
The star pulses red light.
Jenna sits up to her waist in blood. Her eyes rolled back, trance like she sways slowly.
Marty rests a hand on her head.
MARTY The pain will be worth it my dear. Our Son will rule the world and beyond. We have created a new dawn and a new…
Jenna’s head snaps back and a deathly groan emits from her throat.
Marty takes a step back.
MARTY It is time.
Foam spews forth from her mouth and Jenna begins to convulse.
INT. STORAGE
DeSean stands frozen. His chest pounds.
He looks down at the dead Imps.
DESEAN Fuck’s going on?
He grabs another suitcase, flips it open and spews the contents across the floor.
DESEAN It’s not here, it’s not fucking here.
A bang in the air duct.
DeSean slowly looks up. With his eyes trained on the open duct he reaches down and grabs the pipe. A pair of green eyes look back at him.
He tightens his grip on the pipe and readies his stance.
An Imp shoots out and slashes DeSean across the face. It darts behind a number of boxes.
DeSean flinches and presses his hand against the ripped flesh on his cheek.
DESEAN Mother fu…
The Imp crawls on to a box and looks at DeSean. It jumps at him.
DeSean swings the pipe and hits the Imp. It bounces off the wall and lies still.
He slowly near and strikes down at the stricken Imp. In a flash it races up the wall and clamps its claws around DeSean’s head. It sinks its claws deep in to his skull.
INT. COMMAND
Patricia paces back and forth. She pauses under the duct and worriedly looks up.
A beep and the door to the engineering corridor slides open.
She ducks for cover.
Leon and Burt enter. The door closes behind them.
BURT Where is everyone?
Leon shrugs.
He slowly takes a few steps in to the room, pushes Leon in front with his Halex.
LEON Perhaps they’re already at the shuttles?
BURT Perhaps.
Patricia hides behind a console. She sneaks around it as Burt and Leon pass. With her eyes on the two men, she trips and falls with a bang.
Burt and Leon spin.
BURT Who’s there? I have a weapon.
He holds the Halex out.
Patricia looks down at the remains of Elliot. She screams and rolls clear.
BURT Stand up. What you doing behind there?
PATRICIA Don’t shoot.
She slowly stands.
BURT Get over here. Don’t you know we’re evacuating?
Patricia nods.
PATRICIA Is that where you’re heading?
BURT It is where we are all heading unless you want your insides on the outsides. Best get your ass along with me and this shower of shit.
He pokes Leon with the Halex.
PATRICIA I can’t, I have to wait for DeSean.
She points to the duct.
BURT Your funeral, lady.
He turns to Leon.
BURT Let’s go.
Burt walks to the door. Leon remains by Patricia.
LEON I’ll stay with her.
Burt groans. He raises his weapon.
BURT You got no choice, asshole. Let’s go.
LEON No.
Burt shakes his head.
BURT Fine. I don’t give a rat’s about you or the friggin’ artifact but if you’re not at the shuttle in an hour then you’re fucked.
LEON Adam said we had at least two hours.
BURT Did he? That’s not what I heard.
Burt scans his tab and the door opens. He exits.
INT. STORAGE
DeSean wrestles the Imp free. It tears a large piece of flesh from his face as he does.
He tosses the frantic Imp to the ground and grabs the pipe.
INT. AIR DUCT
Franklin struggle’s his frame through the confined space. He peers down through the grate.
FRANKLIN'S P.O.V.
DeSean fights the Imp.
AIR DUCT
Franklin drops through the grate.
INT. STORAGE
The Imp claws at DeSean’s stomach. It tears through clothes and flesh.
Franklin sends a kick to the Imp. It bounces off the wall.
He stomps down on its head until turns to pulp.
FRANKLIN Looks like you needed a hand?
He looks over DeSean, who clutches at his wounds. His face pale and his breathes short.
FRANKLIN What you been looking for?
DeSean looks back with empty eyes.
Franklin crashes his boot in to DeSean’s face.
DeSean lets out a wimper. Another boot, then another and another.
Franklin stops. DeSean’s face is a bloody mess.
Franklin picks up the pipe and brains DeSean to death.
INT. SPACEPORT
Jenna spews froth and convulses.
Marty watches with awe.
Bubbles ripple the blood around Jenna’s submerged crotch. She screams and falls silent. Her head drops to her flesh less chest, her breath slow and faint.
MARTY He’s here.
The door springs open and blood pours out.
BURT (O.S.) What the hell!
Burt slowly enters and freezes at the sight before him.
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Franklin stands over DeSean’s lifeless corpse, basking in his victory.
He pulls a black detonator with eleven switches from his jacket and marvels at its design.
FRANKLIN (To DeSean’s body) Yep. Somehow, I just didn’t have it in me to let you destroy what we held so sacred, short-lived as it may be.
Franklin puts the detonator back in his jacket and readies the pipe.
In a flash, he lets all his fury out and bashes DeSean’s skull seven times.
FRANKLIN Much better.
Franklin straightens his jacket and hair then casually strolls towards the door, pipe in-hand.
INT. SPACEPORT
Burt looks out at the horrific scene before him.
Marty takes a step towards Burt with an ear to ear grin.
BURT What... the fuck?
MARTY ‘Evening, Mr. Bell. (To Jenna) Isn’t it wonderful when they just come to you and save you the trouble?
Jenna hisses at Burt.
MARTY Mind your manners, my queen. You’re supposed to be cordial to people just before they die.
Marty bursts out laughing.
MARTY I don’t know who made up that bullshit rule.
BURT Who the fuck are you, Marty?
MARTY Would you like the long version or the short one? And, please tone down the vulgarities when my precious Jenna in within earshot. She’s very sensitive.
Jenna hisses at Burt, more threatening this time.
Burt raises his shotgun and aims it directly at Marty.
MARTY Usually I don’t take being insulted personally. I’m making an exception this time. (Dead serious) Drop the fucking gun.
INT. COMMAND
Franklin strolls in, covered in blood. He watches Patricia and Leon from afar.
FRANKLIN Those are tough little bastards, I’m telling ya.
PATRICIA Franklin?
FRANKLIN No, it’s Abraham Lincoln. ‘Course it’s me.
PATRICIA Did you find DeSean?
FRANKLIN Oh, yeah. His ass was being feasted on by a bunch of these little monster things.
The word “monster” doesn’t sit well with Leon.
LEON What? Monsters are in... monsters?
FRANKLIN I don’t fucking know, man. They were these little short things, some had green eyes, some yellow and these long-ass claws. But, you know, they met Mr. Pipe here and that was it for them.
PATRICIA Do you know if he found what he was looking for?
FRANKLIN Does it matter? The problem’s been taken care of. This, I can promise you.
Patricia runs past her.
They watch as she makes her way towards Storage.
FRANKLIN What’s the deal with her?
LEON I don’t have a clue. What about these monsters? Where did they come from?
FRANKLIN Your guess is as good as mine. But, with how fucked up this place is, I’m not the least bit surprised to see them.
LEON No? You’re not surprised by little demon monsters with yellow eyes?
FRANKLIN Not really.
Leon looks towards the Spaceport door.
LEON Do you think that asshole Burt made it--
Before he can finish his question, Franklin clocks Leon in the face with the pipe.
Leon falls to the ground, bleeding from his left temple.
FRANKLIN No one gets off this rock but me.
INT. STORAGE
Patricia runs in, finds DeSean’s mauled body on the ground.
She flips him over and sees all the cuts made by the Imps but looks confused by the bashed in skull.
A realization overcomes her face.
Patricia looks around for some kind of weapon but can’t find any as her eyes shift towards Command.
INT. COMMAND - MOMENTS LATER
Patricia creeps in to avoid detection but see no one.
Finally, she spots Leon on the ground by the door.
Patricia runs over to his aid.
PATRICIA Leon, are you okay?
LEON I... I see two of your pretty smile and I believe I’ll have a massive headache in a few hours but I’m okay.
PATRICIA He murdered DeSean.
LEON I should’ve never trusted that son of a bitch.
PATRICIA Franklin?
LEON DeSean. It doesn’t matter now, though.
PATRICIA Where is he?
LEON He’s gonna take off from the spaceport.
Leon opens his jacket and reveals his .45 in a shoulder holster to Patricia.
LEON You have to stop him.
PATRICIA I can’t take that.
LEON You have to.
Patricia apprehensively takes the gun from his holster.
INT. SPACEPORT
Burt continues to point the shotgun at Marty’s chest.
MARTY Take your best shot, Burt. Take all your best shots.
Marty walks towards Burt at a snail’s pace.
Burt fires a shot at Marty which instantly heals. He fires round after round at the approaching Marty to no effect.
MARTY You humans like to think you’re so superior when you’re nothing to me. Less than a nuisance.
Burt runs out of bullets and drops the shotgun to the ground. His expression turns to dismay.
Marty grabs Burt by the throat, lifts him up against the wall.
INT. COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY
Patricia sees Franklin walking towards the Spaceport door.
PATRICIA Stop.
Franklin stops at the sound of her voice. He slowly turns to find her pointing the gun at him.
FRANKLIN You should have just bought my story. This would have gone so much smoother for both of us.
Patricia looks highly uncomfortable holding the gun.
PATRICIA Why did you kill him? What was he looking for?
FRANKLIN Ah. The eternal question.
Franklin hand eases towards his jacket.
FRANKLIN (CONT’D) Just this.
Franklin reaches into his pocket, quickly pulls out a black object.
Patricia shoots Franklin six times, on instinct, before he falls to the floor.
The detonator lies at Franklin’s side.
Patricia eases over to Franklin’s body and inspects the detonator.
INT. SPACEPORT
Marty’s eyes shift to the sound of the gunshots.
MARTY The thing that never ceases to amaze me about you humans is how willing you are to kill each other. You don’t even need help from me.
Marty throws Burt clear across the room.
Burt lands next to a large window overlooking the Mars landscape.
He glances down at a series of piping where several dozen yellow bricks labelled “Composite-4 Plastic Explosive” are hidden away.
Marty briskly makes his way to Burt as Burt stands and stares Marty down.
BURT That all ya got? Throw me like you mean it, you limp-wristed fuck.
Marty grabs hold of Burt and flings him back across the room.
Burt’s body slides into the metal door. His coughs up blood on the ground.
INT. COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY
Patricia picks up the detonator and cautiously looks around, debates whether or not to flip a switch.
She flips one of the switches.
INT. SPACEPORT
Behind Marty, the wall of C-4 EXPLODES, sends him flying.
The wall and window crumbles as the oxygen in the room begins to escape.
Burt pulls out his tab and struggles to make it to his feet. He takes a deep breath and swipes his tab.
The door opens as he got into
COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY
where Patricia looks dumbfounded by the explosion.
PATRICIA Burt, are you okay?
BURT We gotta get the fuck outta here!
The door closes behind him as the two of them run into
COMMAND
where they find Leon with his hand covering the wound on his head.
Burt runs past Leon but Patricia stops.
BURT Patricia, let’s go!
PATRICIA We’ve got to bring Leon.
Burt stops and looks at Patricia.
BURT Fuck Leon.
PATRICIA (Dominating) We’re not leaving him!
BURT (Defeated) Hurry up.
Patricia helps Leon to his feet as the three of them run to
ENGINEERING
where they stop to catch their breath.
BURT How the hell did you blow that up?
PATRICIA I found this detonator on Franklin. I think he killed DeSean because he was going to destroy the facility.
LEON If you blew up the spaceport, how are we ever going to get out of here?
Burt and Patricia share a worried look as they glance at Leon.
Patricia looks over him, his sneezing begins to disappear.
CORRIDOR
Leon stands, his hand on Burt’s shoulder. He examines his Megtech as Burt grabs his throat and pushes him against the wall.
BURT You fuck. Finally, we’re alone! You think your father can save you now?
Leon tries to speak.
LEON (struggling) My father has nothing to do with this you asshole.
BURT He has everything to do with this! You did nothing to get onto this base, nothing! It took years for me to get to this position.
Leon smirks.
LEON Is that why you’ve been dealing drugs with Jenna since you came to this god forsaken place?
Burt lessens his force.
BURT Fuck you!
LEON I would kill you now if I could... But I feel the pleasure would be better if we’re back on Earth so I could destroy everything you have.
BURT Soon.
The spiders begin to scurry away. Burt pushes Leon to the ground, takes his meg-tech then walks toward the spiders. Leon coughs multiple times, then follows him, furious.
LEON (whispers) I’ll kill you, cocksucker...
SPACE PORT
Marty begins to cry at the sight of Jenna and the Imp-like dead baby.
MARTY Jenna, my Queen!
He looks at Patricia.
MARTY (CONT’D) What have you done?
He tries to jump for her but his energy is drained.
PATRICIA Think for a second! There are only four of us left, our focus is to get off this base, nothing--
She’s cut off as an Imp suddenly falls from an air duct, spazzing out, steam coming from his face. He falls, dead.
MARTY My sweet Jenna was supplying the energy for us to survive. Why did you kill her? Don’t you realize? This was the evolution of our species! This was the only way for us to survive!
Patricia slaps him across the face.
PATRICIA That doesn’t matter now, all we need to do is find out how the hell we’re getting out of here. Come on, we’re running out of air.
Marty slowly gets to his feet, heart broken.
COMMAND - COMMANDER FARTHING’S OFFICE The spiders scurry across the ground, heading under Farthing’s table.
Leon and Burt burst through the door, following them.
BURT What the hell?
LEON Are you going to check under it or not?
BURT Go fuck yourself.
Burt cautiously walks to the table and examines it. He begins to push the table but it’s no use. He tries again.
LEON If you need my help you can ask.
Burt looks to him, sighs.
BURT Come here and help.
LEON That’s right, asshole.
Leon walks to it. They both push together. The table budges and begins to creak as it finally topples to reveal a metal panel. Suddenly, it hisses. Smoke emerges. Burt and Leon take a step back, off the panel and onto the carpet.
The panel begins to rise, the duo’s eyes widen. It’s a pod, one seat inside and a screen behind it. The screen buzzes and comes to life.
ALAN Greetings Burt Bell and Leon Napier. How are you?
BURT Alan?
ALAN That is me. Do you need assistance?
LEON That pod? What’s it for?
ALAN A method for one human to go back to Earth. Can only be used for emergencies.
BURT How are you still functional? Alan was infected with a virus.
ALAN As I said, Emergency use. Jeremy had created me specifically for situations like this.
Burt suddenly realizes.
BURT Alan, did you just say that pod only fits one person?
ALAN This is correct, Burt.
Burt looks at Leon. Leon’s heart suddenly sinks. He looks at Burt’s meg-tech. Burt smiles as he pulls it out.
BURT One person?
LEON Burt... Burt! Don’t do this. We are able to fit two people in there, even three if we squish together.
ALAN Although that is possible, the tank does not have sufficient air supply for more than one person.
BURT You heard him.
LEON We can take air tanks in there. Alan?
ALAN If enough air tanks are taken in, it may be possible.
LEON See?
Burt laughs.
BURT Get on your knees and beg, bitch.
Leon does as told, anger welling up in his eyes.
LEON Please...
Burt laughs again like a maniac. LEON (CONT’D) What about the others?
BURT Fuck the others! You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been wanting to do this.
LEON Burt! Listen to me.
BURT No. You listen to me.
Burt aims the meg-tech.
BURT (CONT’D) It was nice knowing you asshole.
LEON Fuck yo--
Burt shoots, Leon’s brain splatters all over the pod’s glass.
Off screen, Patricia’s gasp.
Burt looks behind him to see a defeated Marty and Patricia.
They stare at the horror.
BURT It’s not what it looks like.
PATRICIA Oh my god...
Marty looks at the pod.
ALAN Estimated time until base implosion, ten minutes and thirtyfive seconds.
INT. COMMAND Patricia looks down at Leon�s body, then up at Burt.
PATRICIA What have you done?
BURT He had it coming.
She takes an angry step towards him, but Burt raises his weapon.
PATRICIA Are you going to shoot me Burt?
BURT You heard Alan, only one of us is getting off this rock. And I have the gun.
PATRICIA You son of a bitch!
Marty laughs. Burt and Patricia look at him.
MARTY Oh, you're not going anywhere.
Marty sticks to fingers in his mouth and blows a loud WHISTLE towards the corridor.
The five remaining imps emerge from Engineering and charge them.
PATRICIA Oh shit.
Marty cackles.
Burt locks eyes with the imp in the center of the charging pack. Its snarls at him.
BURT Oh, fuck you!
Burt raises his Mag-tech and shoots the beast down, hitting it right between the eyes.
PATRICIA Burt!
BURT Come on!
Burt raises his gun at the next imp. But its too fast. The beast leaps into the air and tackles Burt to the ground. His mag-tech falls away, landing at Patricia's feet.
Another imp charges at her. She scrambles for the gun. The beast leaps into the hair, its jaws aimed at her face. She raises the gun screaming and shoots the beast in the neck.
It's dead body lands in a heap at her feet.
Burt SCREAMS as the remaining three imps tear into him.
Patricia aims the gun at one of them and FIRES.
CLICK!
Out of bullets.
PATRICIA Shit!
Burt is thrashing. The imps snapping jaws, filled with jagged, blood-stained teeth go for Burt's throat. He raises a defensive arm and the creature chomps down, just below his elbow.
He lets out of a howl of pain.
Another imp goes for his belly, the other bites down on the back of his leg.
The creature violently jerks its head back and forth, ripping and tearing a big chuck of his calf right off his leg. Blood spills.
BURT Fuck you!
Burt is able to roll over on top of the imp gnawing into his forearm.
He gets the beast into a headlock and snaps it neck.
BURT Patricia, do something!
PATRICIA I can't! Shit!
Burt continues to scream and thrash, trying to fight the beasts.
Patricia looks about frantically for a weapon. Nothing to do but watch.
Suddenly her face lights up.
PATRICIA Alan?
ALAN Yes Patricia?
PATRICIA Do something for Christ's sake!
ALAN As you wish.
Suddenly hundreds of the mechanical spiders come out of the floor and swarm the remaining imps.
The beasts let out screeching howls of pain as their bodies are covered by a swarm of nano-spiders.
They are completely devoured in seconds.
MARTY No! Stop this at once!
Marty pulls the artifact from his pocket.
Patricia runs over to Burt. He's bleeding from everywhere. His belly is ripped open, exposing his guts.
She cradles his head, blood spills from his mouth.
BURT (Strained, choking on blood) The fuckers.
Burt pulls something from his pocket, balls it in his palm. Patricia sees this.
PATRICIA You saved my life. Thank you.
He fights out a few words in his final choking breath.
BURT Go fuck yourself.
And like that, he's gone.
Patricia looks up at Marty, his eyes glowing red. His hand that holds the artifact, burning in flame
Marty lifts his head to look at her, a stream of blood running down his face from his cracked skull.
He grins at her, a flash of white teeth through the red.
MARTY You kick like a girl.
Patricia SCREAMS! Bashes him with the gun, over and over again, blood spattering across her face and arms, beats down on him until she can’t raise the gun any more.
Marty’s face is nothing but pulp, head caved in, teeth scattered in the blood pooled on the floor.
Patricia collapses, gasping for breath.
She slowly comes around, starts to breath normally again.
She drops the blood-soaked gun. It clatters on the floor.
ALAN Pardon me, Ms. Hemsworth, but I’m detecting structural fatique at your location.
Patricia hangs her head and laughs quietly.
PATRICIA Well, gee, Alan, that’s because this base has gone to shit.
She picks herself up, careful not to slip in all the blood.
PATRICIA This was supposed to be an easy assignment, you know? Get away from Earth, from my brother, be a part of something that really matters.
She heads for the escape pod.
PATRICIA But no! Fucking politics and god- damn conspiracy has to destroy everything. Again!
The artifact pulses, catching her eye. She stares at it.
PATRICIA Fuck it.
Patricia climbs into the escape pod. Buckles herself in.
PATRICIA Tell me something, Alan. Put those deducing algorithms to work and lay it on me.
She spools up the engine.
PATRICIA Is the human race as fucked as it seems?
ALAN I’m afraid—
PATRICIA I know, you can’t answer that. Don’t mind me, I’m just engaging in a little self-pity.
Patricia keys commands into the console, leaving blood smears on the screens.
Behind her, a parade of spiders carry the artifact into the pod.
PATRICIA Engines spooled and ready. Alan, upload your matrix.
ALAN Uploading. (beat) You handled yourself quite well, Ms. Hemsworth.
PATRICIA Yeah, right. Burt handled himself. Saved me from those beasts. (beat) Marty should have torn me apart.
ALAN Upload complete. Sealing hatch.
A transparent dome slides up from one side of the pod and extends over Patricia until it locks into the other side.
Patricia eyes the canopy warily.
PATRICIA I hate these things.
She presses a button and the pod drops onto a set of electromagnetic rails running through--
INT. TUNNEL BENEATH BASE.
The pod accelerates like a bullet, pressing Patricia hard into her seat back, shooting the pod down the track, until—
EXT. MARTIAN LANDSCAPE
The pod launches skyward from a nearby crater. The engine fires and the pod rockets for space.
INT. ESCAPE POD
ALAN Marty was going to hurt you.
PATRICIA Yes, to make me his Queen. Queen of what?
Through the canopy, to the left, the 14-mile high volcano Mons Olympus rises from the surface like a planetary pimple.
ALAN Of a long-dormant species.
The pod suddenly dips and straight for the volcano.
PATRICIA Alan, we’re off course!
ALAN We couldn’t allow you to be harmed.
PATRICIA What do you mean, ‘we’?
Light fills the pod from behind her seat, pulsing and thrumming. Patricia disengages the buckles and looks over the seat back and sees the artifact, spiders crawling all over it.
ALAN We are the collective consciousness housed in this artifact.
Patricia’s eyes widen in fear and realization.
PATRICIA You took over Alan. (beat) So what’s the deal with the demon- looking things?
ALAN What did you expect? Little green men?
The volcano’s crater fills the view. The pod hurtles towards it without slowing.
PATRICIA So you come back and then what?
ALAN We take back what's rightfully ours.
PATRICIA What's that?
ALAN Earth.
PATRICIA And you're going to use me to do it?
Patricia grits her teeth.
PATRICIA Sorry, I’m not anyone’s bitch.
Patricia heaves herself over the seat, lunges for the artifact—
EXT. MARTIAN LANDSCAPE
The pod disappears into the crater, swallowed by deep shadows.
EXT. COMMAND
Wind blows dust across the exterior walls of the Command Center.
An army of mechanical spiders crawls through the dirt and up the walls.
INT. SPACEPORT
Spiders haul debris away from the floor.
More spiders pour over the walls, repairing the structure with astonishing speed.
A PEx lumbers through carrying a large piece of equipment. The pilot seat is empty.
INT. DARK ROOM
Commander Farthing sits in front of a viewscreen, the only light in the dark room.
FARTHING Commander Farthing to Earth Command. I’m pleased to report we’ve resolved our communication problems. We still have some bugs to work out—
He indicates the dark around him.
FARTHING --but most of our systems are back online. I credit Dr. Cvetko’s ingenuity for getting our systems back so quickly. I hope you weren’t too concerned for us.
Farthing holds up the artifact, no longer glowing.
FARTHING I’m also please to report complete success in our primary mission. Mr. Worth is dealing with dispatching the prisoner population, as per mission orders.
Farthing sits back, smiling hugely.
FARTHING It’s time for extraction. See you in thirty.
The viewscreen dims. As it does—
Farthing removes the FMD. It’s Patricia. Her eyes glow red.
All around her, glowing red eyes light up in the dark.