34. Dust to... - Leslie

Recommended reading for this script - Space Dust: It's Alive and It's...Us?






• FADE IN:


• INT. THE ARAVIS TARKHEENA - UNKNOWN


• MAC walks down the corridor of his ship, occasionally glancing through the port windows that dot the long hallway.


• He holds a digi-recorder to his mouth.


• MAC
• Captain’s log, year 25, day...ah crap.


• He tosses the recorder to the side and it thunks against the corridor wall.


• The ship shudders, and he glances around. There is a tearing sound and he begins running towards the door at the end of the walk.


• EXT. THE CASPIAN NEBULA - UNKNOWN


• The Aravis, a small two man ship, floats above a star cloud, plasma dust burning as new stars are slowly born.


• The dust spins in tight helices, explosions sparkling up and down their lengths for millions of miles.


• The ship spins dangerously close to a helix.


• Rivets strain against the metal plating, threatening to pull loose.


• INT. THE ARAVIS TARKHEENA - UNKNOWN


• Mac enters the cockpit and looks out the massive observation windows at the burning clouds below him.


• MAC
• We’re here baby.


• He looks over at the pilot’s seat and gazes at the small urn that rests against the seat’s padding.


• MAC
• I wish you could have made it here...it’s...you know, I can’t give it an adjective, to a attach a word to this would destroy the...well, it would destroy it.


• He slides into the suit, placing an almost form-fitting helmet over his head.


• The suit is dark and compact.


• He double checks the seals, then picks up the urn, and turns, facing the window.


• EXT. THE CASPIAN NEBULA - UNKNOWN


• The ship plunges, rivets popping and boiling as they begin to melt.


• INT. THE ARAVIS TARKHEENA - UNKNOWN


• Mac watches his ship burn around him, and clutches the urn.


• The window melts, molten drops flying past his head.


• All noise stops as the vacuum of space sucks it, along with the contents of the cabin into emptiness.


• Mac clutches the co-pilot’s chair until it begins to completely disintegrate.


• He closes his eyes, then lets go, diving through the void where the window was.


• EXT. THE CASPIAN NEBULA - UNKNOWN


• Mac’s body flips gently through space, tugged towards the top of the helix by some strange gravity.


• The Aravis dissolves in flames above him, raining chunks of magma towards him.


• He tightens his body, diving faster and faster, traveling towards the cloud.


• Explosions bloom a the base of the helices and travel towards Mac, traveling millions of miles in seconds, shock waves rippling through the clouds.


• Mac hits the surface of the cloud.


• Electricity ripples through the murk, tiny stars, the size of his fist explode into existence.


• Mac pull the stopper from the urn.


• Dust sprays from the container, sucked into orbit around the new stars.


• The electricity weaves around Mac, pulling him deeper.


• His eyes open wide.


• EXT. OCEAN - DAY


• Mac falls through the ocean, missing the snapping jaws of giant swimming mammal, it’s 40 foot fins grazing his head.


• INT. VENA CAVA - UNKNOWN


• He keeps falling, passing a charge of white blood cells that tower over his him, their membranes pulsing with charges of cellular energy.


• EXT. THE CASPIAN NEBULA - UNKNOWN


• Mac falls, burning as he spins along the spines of the helix.


• EXT. NEW YORK CITY - DAY


• Mac lands hard on the sidewalk, naked and curls into a ball.


• His eyes open, windows into an empty mind and he screams like a newborn.


• An old woman, long gray hair braided down her back passes him, and nods to her self muttering.


• OLD WOMAN
• They say to see the face of God is madness.


• FADE TO BLACK.