Alien 3 script
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Tully's okay, Hicks. I know him. Believe it or
not, he doesn't scare that easy. He told me what
was on that ship, Hicks. What he saw. You know
what is was.
I don't think anybody knows what it is...
us growing the stuff. We've been
running recombinant DNA routines on it, using
human genetic material...
You've been what?
(stubbing out her cigarette)
Cancer research. Tully says that's just a
cover. Says it's like trying to cure cancer
with a shotgun. Anyway, everybody know those
two spooks from Gateway are MiliSci...
Fox and Welles?
Weapons Division. Not even supposed to exist,
these days. Not officially, anyway.
(lights a cigarette
of his own)
I still don't see why you're telling me this.
Maybe I don't eith
er. It's just... we've got
to tell somebody... Now there's a rumor somebody
came in on a U.P.P. ship today, somebody off
I don't know.
Maybe Progressive Peoples'll get their own Alien
too. Maybe they'll grow some...
Shit! You'd better hope not...
Their lab gear's five years behind ours.
They'd never be able to control it.
Think you can, huh?
I don't know...
INT. OPS ROOM
A BLEEP as Tully appears on one of Jackson's screens,
looking up at a camera
in the tissue culture lab.
Get me some maintenance people down here, will
ya? Run a check on the stasis system. Pressure
differential's off and the read keep fluctuating.
And punch it Priority One; Trent'll cover it.
(with a characteristic little
jerk of her head, light-pen
Sure. You want a piece of the Superbowl, Tully?
Denver? No way. Gimme a tenth on Chicago.
INT. RODINA -- BIOLAB
Braun is seated at a computer, entering data. Suslov is staring into the
stasis tube containing the developing Alien.
s an irony in this...
(engrossed in the data)
The readiness with which it lends itself to
genetic manipulation, Braun. The speed with which
its cells multiply.
As though the gene-structure had been designed
for ease of manipulation. And this apparently
universal compatibility with other plasms...
And you find this ironic?
Ironic that we are attempting to program it as
a weapon, yes.
How is that?
Perhaps it is the fruit of some ancient
experiment... A living artifact, the product of
genetic engineering... A weapon. Perhaps we are
looking at the end result of yet another arms
A defeatist attitude, Colonel-Doctor. Our
project can only strengthen the Union of
CLOSE -- THE STASIS TUBE -- A CHEST-BURSTER
is suspended there like an eyeless fetal dolphin.
INT. MACHINE SHOP
Hicks, alone in the shop, mechanically going through the motions of the
busywork he's been assigned to keep him out of the way.
(from the doorway)
That's quite a piece of machinery, Corporal
(looking up, grinning)
That's what w
e used to say about you. How the
hell are you, Bishop? Brass said you were
snatched by the U.P.P. How're things in the
I was returned. I assume they had no further
use for me.
He moves among the silent machines, touching them as he speaks.
There are rumors, Hicks, that Weapons Division
intends to develop the Alien.
(with a glance at the
video camera on the wall)
Where'd the bastards get one, Bishop?
One of them managed to board Sulaco, Hicks.
Ripley killed it...
Good for her.
e called it "the queen." It was larger than
the others. Very large. Somehow is deposited
genetic material in the ship.