PITCH BLACK

     Ground-mapper: 60 meters. COLLISION ALARMS kick in.

     Out the fractured windscreen, we see a huge dark mass rise up
     into view. Land.

     40 meters...30...20...10....

     Fry braces.

     IMPACT. The WINDSCREENS IMPLODE. AIR HURRICANES in.

     INT. NAV-BAY - MAIN CABIN

     IMPACT. Chairs rip from their moorings. Strapped into one,
     Owens slams into the ceiling.

     INT. MAIN CABIN - DAY

     IMPACT. Johns BLOWS OUT of his locker -- and wishes to God he
     would've stayed inside, because just beside him...

     The hull is cracking open.

     NIGHTMARE SHOT: A huge section of the cabin tears free...
     skitters and CRASHES along the planetfloor behind us...and
     disintegrates out of sight. 40 cryo-lockers vanished with it.
     40 lives.

     INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY

     Hammered by WIND, Fry opens her eyes experimentally.

     FRY'S POV: A vortex of motion, of speed, of blurring debris.
     But the ship is burrowing in. Burrowing under.

     Fry pivots her chair 180 degrees a nanosecond before...
     Dirt avalanches into the cockpit. It buries CAMERA.

                                                       BLACKOUT

     INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY

     Choking yellow dust. Ghostly silhouettes are COUGHING, MOANING,
     CALLING OUT to other survivors in English and, surreally, in
     Arabic. Soon we find...

     Johns. Ears running blood. Stumbling his way to...

     Riddick's cryo-locker. Empty. Johns reaches for his holster.
     Gone, torn right off his belt. No prisoner and no weapon --
     spooky combination. Nearby he sees...

     The light of a cutting torch. Someone's using it to open a
     jammed cryo-locker. The plexi is torched away to reveal...

     AUDREY, 12 years old. Unscathed.

                              AUDREY
               Somethin' went wrong, huh?

     Johns searches for his pistol. Behind him, two chained feet
     lower into FRAME -- and then attack, swinging over Johns' head...
     getting the chain on his neck...twisting hard, using the chain as
     a choke-collar. Johns flicks open a baton, swings it up at...

     Riddick. Still in body chains and mouth-bit. Clinging to a
     ceiling support. Riding out the baton blows.

     Seconds from blacking out, Johns strains forward...forward...and
     finally breaks Riddick's grip on the support. He keeps hold of
     the chained feet so that...

     Riddick SLAMS HEADFIRST into the deck. Johns lays the baton on
     his neck.

                              JOHNS
               One chance and you blew it, Riddick.
               Never cease to disappoint me.

     INT. FLIGHT DECK - CRASH SHIP - DAY

     Darkness. A light beam sweeps the dusty air of the cockpit.
     It's packed with dirt, no signs of life. About to search
     elsewhere, Johns turns back at...

                              FRY (O.S.)
               Hey.

                              JOHNS
               Hey, who?

                              FRY (O.S.)
               Hey, me. Over here.

     His light finds a headrest sticking up from the dirt. Johns
     crawls closer, checks the other side of the headrest and finds
     her. Fry. Buried to the gills.

                              JOHNS
               Amazing. I'm Johns.

                              FRY
               Carolyn Fry. I'd shake hands, but...

     He manages a smile and starts digging her out. Almost dreading
     to ask:

                              FRY
               Are there any others, Johns?

     INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY

     Johns helps Fry through the carnage. She's stunned by it all --
     but especially by the blast of sunlight where a hull used to be.

     Realizing she's in nav-bay, Fry starts digging like a search dog
     to uncover...

     Owens. Still strapped to his chair. Metal rod piercing his
     chest close to the heart. Dead. Fry reaches out to touch him.

                              OWENS
               Out, out, out, GET IT OUTTA ME!

     She recoils hard. He's still alive. The other survivors bungle
     over. Ten seconds of pure chaos:

                              VOICES
               Pull it out of him...No, it's too close to
               the heart...You gotta do it, just do it
               fast....

     Fry grabs the rod.

                              OWENS
               Don't touch it! Don't touch that switch!

                              VOICES
               You'll kill him, I'm tellin' you, shit,
               just leave it alone...delirious...doncha
               you got some drugs for this poor man....

                              OWENS
               Don't touch that switch!

                              FRY
               Awright, awright, someone...there's
               Anestaphine in the med-lock, that end of
               the cabin...next to....

     But there is no more "that end." In exquisite pain, Owens
     screams on. REACTION SHOTS of Johns, Audrey. Seldom are human
     beings witness to such raw suffering.

                              FRY
               Get away. Everybody.

     The others leave -- except for Audrey, staying behind to watch
     in morbid fascination. Johns doubles back and collars her.
     Leaving, they pass...

     Riddick, cuffed to a bulkhead. His eyes, still hidden by
     goggles, track Johns and Audrey toward daylight.

     EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY

     The survivors straggle outside. CAMERA SURVEYS new faces:

     ZEKE and SHAZZA. Male-female team of bushwhackers, partners in
     life. Shazza has a tough sexiness. Zeke's face shows aboriginal
     blood. (30s.)

     PARIS. Overfed, overgroomed. A puff pastry of a man. (40s or
     50s.)

     Four male "Chrislams": The pillar-steady IMAM (50ish), and
     THREE PILGRIMS, young and excitable (late-teens). (NOTE: The
     Chrislams represent a union between Christianity and Islam. They
     have the iconography of Christians yet the physical look of Arab
     Muslims.)

     WIDE SHOT: All around them is stark and unforgiving terrain.
     The valley floor is relieved only by low hills to one side,
     spiked with earthen spires. Scorching down on everything are
     two suns -- one red, one yellow.

                              PARIS
               Well. Our own little slice of heaven.

     The Chrislams fall to their knees. Confusion as they try to
     orient themselves.

                              IMAM
               Please...which way to New Mecca? We must
               know the direction in order to pray.

     North? South? East? West? Nobody knows. Johns snaps open a
     compass, finds the needle swaying rudderlessly. The SCREAMING
     inside the ship finally ends.

     INT. CRASH SHIP - DAY

     As Fry holds Owens, now dead.

     EXT. CRASH SHIP - DAY

     The four Chrislams have devised a way to pray: Backs together,
     each faces a different compass point.

     EXT. TOP OF CRASH SHIP - DAY

     Fry climbs onto the back of the ship. Johns Paris, Zeke, Shazza,
     Audrey are already here.

                              JOHNS
               Big talk about a scouting party...

     Fry sees the huge smoldering scar in the ground behind the ship.
     One glance confirms that there are no other survivors.

                              JOHNS (CONT'D)
               ...then we saw this.

                              PARIS
               Anyone else having breathing problems?
               Aside from me?

                              AUDREY
               Like I just ran, or something....

                              SHAZZA
               Feel one lung short. All of us.

                              PARIS
               Well, I tend toward the asthmatic. And
               with all this dust....

     Faces turn to Fry: They're looking to her for answers.

                              FRY
               It's the atmosphere. Too much pressure,
               not enough oxygen. Might take a few days
               to --

                              ZEKE
               So what the bloody hell happened, anyways?

                              FRY
               Somethin' knocked us off-lane. Maybe a
               rogue comet. Maybe we'll never know.

                              SHAZZA
               Well, I for one, am thoroughly fucking
               grateful. This beast wasn't made to land
               like this. But cripes, you rode it down.
                         (to others)
               C'mon, you lousy ingrates, only reason
               we're alive is a'cuzza her.

     Others CHIME AGREEMENT, laying thankful hands on Fry's shoulders.
     HOLD on Fry, her face betraying nothing as they anoint her their
     savior.

     INT. MAIN CABIN - CRASH SHIP - DAY

     Breaking out pressure suits:

                              FRY
               Liquid oxygen canisters inside. Start
               ripping them out. Quick hits only -- try
               to make it last.

                              AUDREY
               Well, is someone coming for us? Or are
               we all just gonna die of exposure or
               dehydration or sunstroke or maybe even
               something worse?
                         (off their looks)
               Hey, you don't have to worry about scaring
               me.

                              SHAZZA
               We're worried you'll scare us.
                         (ushering her away)
               Name's "Audrey," right, love? And you're
               goin' to Taurus Three like we were?

                              AUDREY
               Yeah, but...do we even have enough food
               to get there? Or will we have to resort
               to cannibalism?

                              ZEKE
                         (to Fry)
               I'll see 'bout makin' this air go a bit
               further, cap'n. With your permission,
               a' course.

     Fry blinks. "They actually think I'm the captain." Zeke and the
     others get to work. Fry finds herself staring at another
     problem. Riddick.

                              FRY
               And him?

                              JOHNS
               Big Evil?

                              FRY
               We just keep him locked up forever?

                              JOHNS
               Be my choice. Already escaped once from
               the max-slam facility on --

                              FRY
               I don't need his life story. Is he really
               that dangerous?

                              JOHNS
               Only around humans.

     Riddick has his mouth on the hull, virtually licking the metal.
     Fry moves closer -- and now sees it sheeting down the hull.

                              FRY
               Oh, Christ....

     They're losing water. Suddenly Fry is running, snatching up an
     emergency light, climbing wall-rungs...

     INT. MACHINE LEVEL - CRASH SHIP - DAY

     And crawling through dusty superstructure to reach the water
     cistern. She opens a crank-hatch -- and finds light invading the
     interior. Her face dies.

                              ZEKE (V.O.)
                         (shouting)
               Well? Is it just the pump?

                              FRY
               Ask if anyone has anything in cargo!
               Anything to drink!

     INT. CARGO HOLD - DAY

     Oversize DOORS RUMBLE open. Fry, Johns, and Paris climb into
     this dark corridor lined with cargo containers. Each container
     has an access door.

                              PARIS
               Mine here....