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Leprechaun 4 Script Part 2 |
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Written by Dennis Pratt
Blue Rider Pictures
The more interesting variations from the finished movie are marked in red.
26 INT. ENTERTAINMENT CENTER. NIGHT.
Tina enters and walks over to the bar. She is wearing a figure-hugging recreation outfit popular in the 21st century. Everybody at the table watches her. Books gets up.
BOOKS: I need a refill.
MOOCH: (holds his glass up) Get me one, too... and get me a sandwich, will ya, Books... and a pack of cigarettes... I'll pay ya later.
Sticks reaches to take Mooch's glass and puts it down on the table as Books walks away.
MOOCH: (continuing, re: Sticks) What...?
STICKS: He ain't comin' back for a while. Relax.
A26 INT. CORRIDOR. BEHEMOTH. NIGHT.
Delores running for her life toward US, staggering to a halt, catching her breath as she looks back for pursuit. She clips the belt around her waist. She turns just as a pair of gnarled hands reach into frame and grab her around the throat. She gasps and falls backward with the Leprechaun still clutching her throat.
LEPRECHAUN: (on top of her) Ya know, I get the impression you don't like me. (choking her) Now, don't bother to deny it. You really don't like me, do ya?
Delores knees him hard in the groin then punches him backwards. He SCREAMS in agony. As he sits up, Delores karate kicks him flat on his back and takes off running.
LEPRECHAUN: (sitting up, pained) First dates are always the hardest.
27 Omit (moved to A28)
28 INT. ENTERTAINMENT CENTER. NIGHT.
Books walks up to the bar where Tina is mixing herself a drink. He sits down across from her.
BOOKS: That's what happens when you fly coach.
TINA: Parodn me?
BOOKS: Gotta mix yer own drinks.
TINA: Oh.
BOOKS: How's the alien?
TINA: SHe's resting comfortably... more or less. We won't be able to save her hand. Too much arterial damage.
BOOKS: That's tough.
TINA: Umm.
BOOKS: (beat, looking her over) You're a doctor, right?
TINA: A biologist. A... uh... doctor of biology.
BOOKS: So, you must be pretty smart.
TINA: Well... smart is a relative term.
BOOKS: Relative to what?
TINA: To the level of intelligence you're referring to. I mean... what's the criteria for determining a person's intelligence.
BOOKS: Umhm.
TINA: That's... it means what standard do you use. Prerequisites.
BOOKS: I know what criteria means, doc. And I know what a prerequisite is. Just because I'm wearing a uniform does not mean my brain has been surgically removed.
TINA: Of course... I didn't mean to...
BOOKS: I know ya didn't mean to. That's why we're still friends. Maybe not friends, more like acquaintances. The point is, I was thinkin' I'd like to get to know you better, but since you obviously think of me as a Neanderthal...
TINA: But, I dont... not at all. (beat) Why are you so defensive?
BOOKS: (defensively) I'm not defensive. (finishes his drink) I'll kill anybody that says I'm defensive.
They both smile at this. He looks around, decides he made a mistake in trying to establish a rapport with her.
BOOKS: (continuing) Aw, what the hell... forget I was here, awright, Doc?
He turns and walks off.
TINA: Come back when you're feeling better.
BOOKS: I feel a lot better than I look.
TINA: (to herself) I'll bet.
A28 INT. ANOTHER CORRIDOR. BEHEMOTH. NIGHT.
Delores coming to intersecting corridors. She staggers to a halt and looks around. Which way?
DELORES: Oh, God... where am I... where the hell am I?
She backs into a corridor, and turns just as the Leprechaun pops up on top of a container, eye level with Delores, his chin supported by the palm of one hand. He reaches out with his shelaleigh and hooks her around her dog tags with it, pulling her close so that they are practically nose to nose.
LEPRECHAUN: Hell-o, my darlin', how's tricks?
DELORES: Please... let me go.
LEPRECHAUN: Don't be afraid, lass. My whole life people have been afraid of me.
DELORES: (trying not to panic) It's just that... you scared me...
LEPRECHAUN: People treat ya like a monster, ya act like a monster. Know what I mean?
Reaching behind her for a bayonet encased in a scabbard.
DELORES: I think so. I'm sorry if I made you angry.
LEPRECHAUN: Are ya, lass? Aw, that's nice. Ya know, I'm beginnin' to like you.
DELORES: Good... I'm... I'm glad.
LEPRECHAUN: This is nice. Normally when I'm this close to a woman, I can't stop 'em from screamin'.
DELORES: I won't scream... I promise I won't scream... but you will!
CLOSE ON DELORES as she rams the bayonet out of frame and we hear the Leprechaun's AGONIZED YELL. Delores' eyes widen and she SCREAMS. PAN TO a dead Kowalski lying there in place of the Leprechaun. He's got Delores' bayonet stuck in his throat. Delores SCREAMS, turns and runs. The Leprechaun appears in place of Kowalski again.
LEPRECHAUN: You can run, my pretty, but you can't hide.
30 INT. ENTERTAINMENT LOUNGE. BEHEMOTH. NIGHT.
Mooch and Danny gyrating on the dance floor. Danny looks pretty good, but Mooch is incredibly uncoordinated. Sticks and Tina shaking it up pretty well as the music ends. Tina smiles, says something to Sticks and walks away. He turns and walks toward US. We FOLLOW him as he walks over to Books' table and sits down.
BOOKS: What happened to Cinderella?
STICKS: She's got work to do.
BOOKS: Nothin' wrong with bein' a marine, is there, Sticks?
STICKS: Naw, hell no. I'm proud to be a marine. Semper fi.
BOOKS: It's all I ever wanted to be.
STICKS: So, ya made it. Be happy.
BOOKS: I am happy. 'Till I meet somebody like her.
STICKS: You don't like her?
BOOKS: I like her a lot. That's the problem.
STICKS: Say again?
BOOKS: We're not exactly made for each other. A PhD and a high-school diploma. The conversations might be a little one-sided.
STICKS: Depends on what yer talkin' about, man.
BOOKS: I might not know what we're talkin' about.
The doors CRASH OPEN and they look up.
DELORES - staggers into the middle of the dance floor, her uniform flecked with Kowalski's blood. She looks around, dazed.
DELORES: It's... ALIIIIIVE!
31 INT. BIOLOGY LAB. BEHEMOTH. NIGHT.
Harold is working in the lab feeding flies to a large spider. He carries a rack of test-tubes away from the Princess' bed. We MOVE IN CLOSE on her wounded arm. Something stirs beneath the bandages and we see a finger poke through, then another as her hand regenerates!
32 INT. DARKENED CORRIDOR. BEHEMOTH. NIGHT.
Montage of shots with strong music as Metal Head leads the heavily armed Marines down the corridor, toward US. They PASS BY and we FOLLOW them. Books and Tina bring up the rear. Tina is again in body armor like the rest of them. Books offers her a sidearm.
BOOKS: (pusing a pistol at her) Take this.
TINA: No thank you. I don't believe in violence.
BOOKS: You're gonna need somethin' out here besides a PhD, Doc.
TINA: I happen to have a black belt in karate. (off his look) Needed a merit badge when I was in the scouts.
BOOKS: Scouts, huh? Ya shoulda' told me. I coulda' taken the day off.
Books gives her a derisive look and stuffs the pistol into his waistband as he moves off, leaving her behind. She glares at him, then STICKS her tongue out.
33 INT. BIOLOGY LAB. BEHEMOTH. NIGHT.
CLOSE on a sheet as it's pulled back to expose the unconscious Princess. WIDEN to show a lustful Harold looking her over. He trails his fingers over her bare stomach and touches her wounded arm. He runs his fingers down her arm and then sees the fingers poking through the bandages. Amazed, he lifts her arm up to observe it more closely. He pulls the tattered bandages off and we see she has regenerated her hand. Unseen by Harold, a robotic monitor moves up behind him.
HAROLD: Impossible.
DR. MITTENHAND: (O.S.) No, Harold... it's not impossible. Her tissues have regenerated.
Harold turns with a start and sees Dr. Mittenhand on the monitor.
HAROLD: Doctor... I was just...
DR. MITTENHAND: Yes, Harold. I know what you were doing. You are a very naughty boy.
HAROLD: But I was just... I was...
DR. MITTENHAND: Please close your mouth, Harold. It's very unattractive. (looking at the Princess) She is... rather amazing... is she not?
HAROLD: Yes...
DR. MITTENHAND: We have work to do. Do you know what I could do with her DNA? Do you, Harold?
HAROLD: Uh...
DR. MITTENHAND: You will tell no one what you have seen here, do you understand? No one!
HAROLD: No one? But, this is a great discovery! It will be the crowning achievement of your career!
DR. MITTENHAND: Yes, but for now, it will be our secret. Do I make myself clear, Harold?
HAROLD: Yes, Doctor.
Harold looks over at the Princess. Mittenhand flicks a switch and is gone.
34 EXT. WASTE DISPOSAL CHAMBER. NIGHT.
ANGLE ON Kowalski's dead body. FOOTSTEPS. PAN UP to Delores leading the Marines up to the body. They all stare down at poor, dead Kowalski. Delores turns away, agonized.
STICKS: (softly) Damn.
DANNY: (aside to Sticks) Take more than penicillin to fix that.
METAL HEAD: Awright... knock it off. (looks around) We gotta find him before he does any more damage.
Metal Head walks over to the entrance to the waste disposal chamber.
METAL HEAD: Let's check it out.
TINA: You can't go in there! That's the waste disposal chamber!
METAL HEAD: We can go anywhere we want, lady. We're Marines!
TINA: It's filled with flesh eating bacteria.
METAL HEAD: (thinks about it for a second) Mooch... you're up.
MOOCH: Hey, wait a minute... what the hell do you mean, flesh eating bacteria?
TINA: It's how they dispose of organic waste. You can wear protective gear. (to Metal Head) I'll go in with him... show him what to do.
BOOKS: No way... Sarge. We can't let her go in there.
TINA: I'm the only one who knows how to handle the equipment.
METAL HEAD: She goes.
BOOKS: Awright... I'm goin' in with 'em.
Tina gives Books a look, upset that he wants to baby-sit her.
35 INT. DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER. NIGHT.
TIna puts Mooch's helmet on for him. He's dressed in a space suit to keep him safe from the bacteria.
TINA: There... can you hear me?
Mooch nods. Tina turns to Books who is about to put his own helmet on.
TINA: (continuing) Want some help?
BOOKS: I can handle it.
TINA: That's backwards.
Books, who was looking at her instead of paying attention to what he was doing, turns the helmet around and gives her a hard look. She shakes her head and walks away.
DOOR WITH GLASS WINDOW - Tina walks over to a door with a glass window in it and hits a button on the wall. We see what looks like steam blasting from a wall outlet.
TINA: (continuing) That'll kill any bacteria in the air lock. When that light goes on... (points to a red light on the wall near the door) ...you go in. I'll let you out into the main chamber from here. When you come back... you'll have to be decontaminated before I can let you back in. Got it?
Both men nod at her. The red light goes on and she opens the door for them. They grab their weapons and step into the small outer chamber. Tina shuts the door. She peers through the glass window and they give her a thumbs up sign. She hits a button and a door inside the outer chamber opens.
36 INT. WASTE DISPOSAL CHAMBER. NIGHT.
We see what looks like a maze of narrow corridors in which the flesh eating bacteria reside. Thick, rusted chains dangle from ducts in the ceiling, through which the ship's waste intermittently drops. Books gestures down one corridor.
BOOKS: (over his headset) You go that way.
MOOCH: Check.
Mooch moves off in one direction, Books in another.
MOOCH - peering into the shadows, looking for the Leprechaun. We hear his BREATHING inside the suit.
BOOKS - climbing some steps. He hears a NOISE and goes into a defensive posture, weapon ready. He looks around, trying to see into the shadows. He moves ahead a couple of steps, cautious. He looks down. PAN down to the skeletal remains of some small animal. PAN up to Books again.
BOOKS: Mooch? You awright?
MOOCH - walks into frame and looks around.
MOOCH: Yeah. See anything?
BOOKS - looking around, tugging at a hanging chain.
BOOKS: Nope.
We hear a metal door slide open and Books looks up. His POV we see red, gooey, semi-liquid garbage showering down on him from one of the ceiling ducts. He YELLS, squeezing off a burst from his weapon as he goes down beneath the deluge.
MOOCH: (O.S.) (over the headset) Books!! What happened! Books!
Books gets to his feet and we see that he's covered with red goo.
MOOCH: (O.S.) Books!
BOOKS: Yeah! I'm awright! (wiping off his face plate) Walked into a shit-storm. Looks like lubricant, or somethin'. Probably run-off from the hydraulic system.
CLOSE ON A SPACE SUIT - looking at the helmet from the back. Whoever is wearing it turns and we see it's the LEPRECHAUN. He smiles. We PULL BACK to show the Leprechaun hanging from a chain by a ceiling duct. He looks down at Mooch walking into frame.
MOOCH: Be careful.
BOOKS: (O.S.) Yeah.
LEPRECHAUN: Ready or not... here I come.
MOOCH - walks into frame and cautiously approaches a door slick with condensation. He puts his hand on the knob and slowly turns it. He waits a beat, then jerks it open. A big gust of green steam explodes in his face and he jumps back, bringing his weapon up. Behind him we see the Leprechaun swing by on a chain. Mooch turns. Nobody there. He turns back toward US with a puzzled look on his face.
BOOKS: (O.S.) Let's start workin' our way back, Mooch. We've wasted enough time in here.
MOOCH: 'Kay.
LEPRECHAUN - hanging onto the chain, swing toward Mooch with the glistening blade extended from the end of his shelaleigh. He slashes Mooch on his way past and disappears out of frame. Mooch turns, shocked. We see a big letter "L" cut into Mooch's back. Mooch lets out a SCREAM OF PAIN!
INSERT SHOT - C.G.I. We see through the rip in the protective suit, flesh being eaten down to the bone by an invisible force.
MOOCH: BOOKS!!
BOOKS - turning to run toward Mooch.
BOOKS: Where are ya?! Mooch... where are ya!
We hear GUNFIRE.
MOOCH - shooting into the shadows as he struggles toward the decontamination chamber.
MOOCH: Books! Help me, Books!!
ANGLE ON TINA - looking through the glass at Books and Mooch.
TINA: Oh, my God. Get outta there!
BOOKS - running, intercepting Mooch who is SCREAMING and writhing in agony as he tries to stay on his feet and reach the decontamination chamber. Books grabs onto him and tries to help him.
BOOKS: I got ya, Mooch! I got ya!
Mooch SHRIEKS in agony and starts to collapse. Books has to sling Mooch over his shoulder and carry him, firing his weapon into the shadows as he makes his way back toward the decontamination chamber. The Leprechaun's LAUGHTER crackles from the shadows and Books fires a burst in that direction.
BOOKS: C'mon out, you bastard!
LEPRECHAUN: (O.S.) (from the shadows) Give me the princess... and I'll spare yer miserable lives!
Books fires a burst and starts moving again.
BOOKS: (yelling for Tina) Open the door! Open up!
Books turns and fires another burst at the Leprechaun.
BOOKS' POV - we see the Leprechaun escaping through a garbage chute. Bullets ricochet off the wall next to him.
37 INT. DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER. NIGHT.
Tina hits the button on the wall and the outer door opens. Books carries Mooch into the outer chamber and Tina hits a button activating the disinfectant steam. She waits until the red light goes on and then hits another button to open the door. Books carries Mooch into the main chamber and Tina reacts to the red slime all over Books.
TINA: My God, Books!
BOOKS: I'm awright! Gimme a hand with Mooch!
Books gently lays Mooch on the floor and rips off his own helmet. They crouch over Mooch, Tina pulling his suit open to reveal Mooch's half-devoured body; bones and organs exposed. Tina shrinks back in horror.
BOOKS: Oh, shit... no... oh, shit...
Books turns and moves to the door leading to the Leprechaun. He bangs on the glass with his fist.
38 INT. MITTENHAND'S OFFICE AND SHIP'S CONTROL ROOM. NIGHT.
An intergalactic boardroom of the future, priceless art surrounding a boardroom table carved out of exotic stone with matching lamps, etc. The Marines, led by Metal Head, storm through the door.
HAROLD: Excuse me, do you have an appointment?
Metal Head grabs Harold around the throat, lifting him off his feet.
METAL HEAD: Listen pencil neck, get me yer boss before I jerk out yer teeth and shit down yer throat!
HAROLD: Thanks, but I've already had lunch. (punches a button) Dr. Mittenhand? There's someone here to see you.
DR. MITTENHAND: (O.S.) Gentlemen... I've been expecting you.
They all turn to look at a monitor where Mittenhand's face looms large and imposing.
DR. MITTENHAND: I've been tracking your activities and I understand the creature we are after has offered to spare us any more difficulty if we simply give him the beautiful Princess now resting in my lab.
METAL HEAD: Yessir. Since we've lost three good men already, it might be a good idea to give him what he wants.
DR. MITTENHAND: I don't agree, Sergeant. The Princess is part of a very important scientific experiment. You will do everything in your power to ensure her safety. If that means killing that creature out there, then so be it. Those are my orders. Harold? Show them out.
METAL HEAD: Sit yer ass down, Harold. With all due respect, Doctor... we're not goin' anywhere.
DR. MITTENHAND: You refuse to obey me?
METAL HEAD: I'm not gonna risk the lives of these men so you can fart around with yer test-tubes and yer formulas. I say we give her up so we can all get outta this in one piece.
DR. MITTENHAND: You... dare to defy me??
METAL HEAD: Hell, yes. Our contracts are up in a couple of hours. When that clock strikes twelve, we're climbin' on that shuttle and headin' fer home.
MITTENHAND: I think not, Sergeant.
Metal Head turns and heads for the door.
METAL HEAD: Let's get outta here.
Everybody follows Metal Head to a door.
MITTENHAND: No one leaves this ship without my permission! No one!
The door slides shut in Metal Head's face. They all turn as the wall behind the desk slides open, revealing the ship's control center... and Dr. Mittenhand, at a raised dais. His appearance can only be described as bizarre. He consists of nothing more than a head and an arm attached to a device that is half wheel-chair and half computer. There's a video camera attached to the chair, pointed at his head. He motors into the room as everybody reacts, shocked.
BOOKS: (awed) Holy shit...
TINA: My God...
HAROLD: You know... in person... you look much taller.
Mittenhand glares at Harold who shrinks back. Mittenhand looks at the others.
DR. MITTENHAND: So... I'm not what you expected. No matter. (to Tina) Try not to look quite so horrified, Doctor. I'm still the same seductively brilliant and powerful man I was before. (smiles at the others) Rather like the "Wizard of Oz," I suppose. Running things from behind a curtain. The only difference, gentlemen, is that this "Wizard" is NOT A FAKE!! (collects himself) In spite of my appearance, I am quite capable of running this ship and everything on it. Make no mistake, I am... IN COMMAND!! YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!
Everybody is startled by the power inherent in Mittenhand's voice and attitude.
DR. MITTENHAND: (continuing) We have a contract, Sergeant. Do we not? Your time is up, that is true, but sub paragraph four states that I have the power to extend your contract in the event of an emergency. AND THAT IS WHAT I AM GOING TO DO!!! If you refuse to obey, you will be tried for mutiny and I promise you, YOU WILL BE SHOT!! On the other hand... if you follow my orders and manage to kill this creature... then I will arrange a very generous bonus for each of you.
STICKS: (beat, wanting the money) Sarge?
METAL HEAD: How much?
DR. MITTENHAND: Say... a hundred times what you are being paid now.
STICKS: I'm in.
DANNY: Yo.
DELORES: Count me in. But not for the money. I'm doin' this for Kowalski.
METAL HEAD: Books?
BOOKS: (to Mittenhand) I'm a marine. (to Metal Head) You tell me to stay... I'll stay.
METAL HEAD: (beat, to Mittenhand) Anybody who stays becomes a shareholder in everything you make off this deal. We want five percent of the gross on everything you bring up outta that cave. Anything over fifty million, we get another point as a bonus.
DR. MITTENHAND: Two and a half percent of the mineral rights... and that's net, not gross. No bonus.
METAL HEAD: Four percent and there's no deal without the bonus.
DR. MITTENHAND: Three percent with the bonus.
METAL HEAD: Done.
DR. MITTENHAND: I'll have the papers drawn up.
METAL HEAD: One more thing... (off Mittenhand's look) If I lose any more of my troops, yer ass is grass.
Mittenhand smiles at Metal Head and reaches over to grab a bronze paperweight off the desk. He crushes it with his hand.
DR. MITTENHAND: Call me if you need me.
Metal Head turns and leads the others out the door. Mittenhand smiles.
39 INT. CORRIDOR INTERSECTION. NIGHT.
The Leprechaun perched on a ledge, watching the Marines hurrying through the ship.
LEPRECHAUN: Ah, good lads... stout-hearted and brave. Seems almost a shame to kill them, but the path to power is often stained with innocent blood and I will let nothing stop me from becoming a king. I'll have power and glory... and a beautiful queen to share it with. (mood darkens) "Share." Now there's a word that lies crooked upon me, the very sound of it sets my teeth to grinding and conjures up pictures of me gold being carted off to pay for feminine pleasures, leaving me with less than what I want, and what I want... is everything. (beat, makes a decision) I'll wed her, bed her... and bury her all in one day. (smiles; pleased with himself) I wonder if her father will pay for the wedding... and the funeral?
Down below, Metal Head leading his Marines down a corridor.
METAL HEAD: Sticks!
STICKS: Yo!
METAL HEAD: You and Danny take the lower decks. Books...
BOOKS: Yo!
METAL HEAD: You and cupcake take the engine room and everything around it.
They approach intersecting corridors. Books and Tina look at each other. Books is pissed at having to take her with him. She hates being called "cupcake."
METAL HEAD: (continuing) Delores... you're with me. Everybody stay in touch. Track the alien with yer locaters. Move out.
Sticks goes right with Danny, Books goes left with Tina, while Metal Head and Delores continue on straight ahead.
40 INT. MINERAL PROCESSING AREA. NIGHT.
Shadows, giant machinery, etc. Subjective camera - the Leprechaun's p.o.v. peeks around to see... Sticks and Danny move into frame, very professional, covering for each other, etc. Danny hustles into a close-up and flattens himself up against the side of a huge piece of machinery. The tension is evident from his rapid breathing and the sweat dripping off his face. He looks around for some sign of the Leprechaun. The Leprechaun gestures and Sticks' locater shorts out.
STICKS: (re: locater, smacks it with his hand) Thing ain't workin'. (into his headset) Sarge? You there?
METAL HEAD: (O.S.) (static, voice from radio) Sticks?
STICKS: Our locater don't work, man. So, if anybody spots him...
METAL HEAD: (O.S.) We'll let ya know.
The Leprechaun's evil eyes peer through some pipe.
DANNY: (seeing nothing) This blows... why don't we sit this one out.
STICKS: Say what?
DANNY: We find a nice safe place to hole up until they get the bastard. We collect our bonus and go home. I mean... why risk our lives for that maniac, Dr. Mittenhand. Did you get a look at that guy? Hell, he ain't hardly even human.
STICKS: This ain't about him, man. This is about us stickin' together and doin' our job.
DANNY: Well, I ain't takin' any chances. You understand?
STICKS: Move yer ass, Danny.
Danny hesitates, wondering if he should stand up to Sticks, but decides not to. He takes a quick look around the corner of the machinery they're hiding behind and then moves on out of frame. Sticks covers Danny, then goes after him. The Leprechaun smiles, savoring the prospect of forthcoming mayhem.
41 INT. ENGINE ROOM. NIGHT.
Books and Tina walk up to a catwalk that extends out over a monstrous piece of machinery. They look around.
BOOKS: Wait here until I check out the other side.
TINA: (pushes in front of him) I'll go first.
He reaches to stop her, she glares at him and he lets her go. Tina across the catwalk. Books follows, noticing for the first time her rather shapely derriere.
42 INT. BIOLOGY LAB. NIGHT.
Montage of shots: Harold siphons a small sample of blue blood from Zarina in the bio-dome. Outside at a workbench he scrapes a sample of Mittenhand's skin on to a glass slide. Mittenhand drips some of Zarina's blood onto the skin sample. He turns and places the slide underneath some sort of apparatus. He nods to Harold who presses a button and a cone of blue light flashes onto the slide.
ANGLE ON THE SLIDE - bathed in blue light as the skin sample gradually expands into a full sized finger.
Dr. Mittenhand and Harold move into frame and look down at the finger.
DR. MITTENHAND: I am... BRILLIANT!
43 INT. HANGAR SIZED ROOM. NIGHT.
Metal Head and Delores enter a dark, cavernous area. Pipes criss cross the walls and ceiling, all of them beading with condensation. Water drips from the ceiling. Metal Head stops and checks his locater, turning a semi-circle, covering the area in front of them.
DELORES: (a hoarse whisper) Sarge?
METAL HEAD: Yeah...
DELORES: You don't think... (beat) You don't think Kowalski gettin' killed was my fault, do ya?
METAL HEAD: Whattya mean?
DELORES: Well... I mean... I'm the one who gave him the boner and all...
METAL HEAD: Forget it. Kowalski woulda' wanted it that way. He was a Marine. When my time comes, I hope I'm standin' tall just like Kowalski was.
DELORES: Really?
Delores gives Metal Head a mildly seductive look. He gives her a look, then moves off into the darkness.
METAL HEAD: Books? Where are ya?
BOOKS: (O.S.) Engine room. Nothin' yet.
METAL HEAD: Sticks? Danny?
STICKS: (O.S.) There's a tunnel here, Sarge.
METAL HEAD: Check it out.
41 INT. TUNNEL. NIGHT.
Sticks and Danny climbing down through a manhole sized entry into a dark tunnel. They flick on their flashlights and check the damp walls out. Sticks puts his flashlight under his chin and lights up his face.
STICKS: (Stepin Fetchit) Lawdy, Mista Daniel, it sho be dark in heah.
DANNY: Uh-huh... laugh it up, wise guy... you won't be so funny when that little bastard shoves a laser up your ass.
STICKS: C'mon, feet... do yo' stuff.
Sticks shuffles off. Danny gives him a disgusted look and follows.
45 INT. ENGINE ROOM. NIGHT.
Books and Tina walking atop some huge piece of machinery. Books' locater begins to BEEP. He holds it up, turning left, then right. The BEEPS get louder.
BOOKS: Got him. (into his headset) Sarge?
METAL HEAD: (O.S.) (over the radio) Yeah.
BOOKS: He's here.
METAL HEAD: (O.S.) Where are ya?
BOOKS: Engine room.
METAL HEAD: (O.S.) Everybody copy that? Sticks? Danny? (no response) Sticks! (no response) We're on our way, Books.
46 INT. TUNNEL. NIGHT.
Sticks and Danny making their way through the narrow tunnel. Sticks halts and taps his headset.
STICKS: I can't hear nothin'. No static... nothin'.
DANNY: That's cause we're in a deep, dark hole. Let's get outta here.
Sticks looks around, then moves on ahead. Danny follows.
47 omit
A47 INT. CHANNELS. NIGHT.
Books and Tina coming to the catwalk they crossed previously.
TINA: We're not going back, are we?
BOOKS: Not "we," you. I'll wait over here for the others.
TINA: I thought we went through all this... I'm part of this operation. I have a job to do.
BOOKS: So do I. Part of my job is to see that nothing happens to you.
TINA: I'm not going back.
BOOKS: Looks, doc...
TINA: Tina. Call me... Tina.
BOOKS: You're in the way here, Tina. You don't know how to use a weapon and you're not trained for combat. You could get us both killed!
TINA: I can assure you, Sergeant, that I am quite capable of taking care of myself.
Books tries to control his temper. He doesn't like being defied by a civilian, especially a female.
BOOKS: Awright... we'll both go. (gestures) You first.
TINA: No.
BOOKS: Oh, fer...
Books steps past her. She watches him.
BOOKS: (stops, looks back at her) C'mon...
She follows him. The locater BEEPS faster. Books looks up at some dripping chains and cables that hang from the ceiling. Is the Leprechaun up there? He moves to his right, peering upward into the shadows. He puts his hand on a pipe and leans forward to look up into a corner of the ceiling.
Suddenly a handcuff is snapped closed over his wrist, binding him to the pipe. He jerks on it, trying to free himself.
BOOKS: What the hell...?
TINA: (moving toward him) What is it?
LEPRECHAUN: (O.S.) Yer busted, lad.
ANGLE ON THE LEPRECHAUN - near a bulkhead, peering around a corner.
LEPRECHAUN: (continuing) Fer trespassin'... and the sentence is death.
He CACKLES INSANELY and sends a FIREBALL toward Books and Tina who flinch from the sheet of flame sent toward them. Books recovers and fires a burst at the Leprechaun who ducks out of sight.
BOOKS: Tina! Go! Get outta here!
TINA: What about you?!
BOOKS: Never mind me! Move!
TINA: I'm not going anywhere!
LEPRECHAUN: Hot stuff comin' down!
The Leprechaun sends another blast of fire at Books and Tina. Tina SCREAMS as Books covers her with his body.
LEPRECHAUN: (continuing) How do ya want it? Medium, or well done?
He sends another blast of flame as Books turns and fires another burst at him. The Leprechaun ducks as bullets ricochet around him.
BOOKS: (pushing Tina away) Back off!
Books brings his rifle up and shoots the handcuff off his wrist. The Leprechaun sends another blast of fire at them. Books fires another burst at the Leprechaun and then looks around for a way out. He sees some chains hanging from the ceiling in a kind of block and tackle arrangement and shoves Tina toward it.
BOOKS: C'mon...
Books turns and fires another burst at the Leprechaun before turning to help Tina with the chains.
BOOKS: We're goin' up!
TINA: But... I can't...
BOOKS: (fires another burst at the Leprechaun) Move or die, dammit!! Let's go!
The Leprechaun sends another blast of flames toward them as Books and Tina start their ascent. Books fires another burst at the Leprechaun who ducks back out of sight.
LEPRECHAUN - peering around the corner, watching them ascending.
LEPRECHAUN: Clever lad. But I'll roast 'em yet. This barbecue has only begun.
CUT TO TINA AND BOOKS SAFELY OUT OF THE LEPRECHAUN'S REACH.
He puts his hand on her butt now and boosts her up out of frame. He glances at his hand, realizing where it was. Hmm. He reaches, grabs the cable and starts up after her.
48 omit
A48 CATWALK - Tina straddling the rail, reaching to help as Books swings himself over the rail of the catwalk and drops down beside her. She reaches out and falls into his arms. He holds her about a foot off the ground.
BOOKS: Y'awright?
TINA: You saved my life...
BOOKS: Part of the job.
Tina leans in and kisses him.
TINA: Thanks.
He nods, staring into her eyes, wanting more.
TINA: (continuing, beat) You can put me down now.
Books lets her slide slowly down his front, their eyes locked onto each other. He doesn't seem to want to let her go, so she reaches to take his arm from around her.
TINA: (continuing) You're really good... with that rifle.
BOOKS: Wanna try it on?
He shoves the rifle at her, their eyes still locked together.
TINA: It's big, isn't it?
BOOKS: Some day I'll show ya how to use it.
We hear RUNNING FOOTSTEPS approaching in the distance.
METAL HEAD: (O.S.) Books!
They both look over Books' shoulder, and then into each other's eyes again. The spell is broken. She returns his rifle.
TINA: Thanks... but I don't think I'm the killer type.
BOOKS: Right time, right place... we're all killers.
MARINES - Metal Head and Delores trot into frame. Books is using his bayonet to pick the lock on the handcuffs.
METAL HEAD: Ya get him?
BOOKS: (as the handcuffs pop open) Naw... he got away. Where's Sticks and Danny?
METAL HEAD: (looking at his locater) I don't know. I gave the order to converge... maybe they're on their way. (locater begins to BEEP) That's him. (gestures) Let's go.
Metal Head leads them out of frame.
