Alien 3 script
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Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 Next page SPENCE 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. HICKS I don't think anybody knows what it is... SPENCE They've got us growing the stuff. We've been running recombinant DNA routines on it, using human genetic material... HICKS You've been what? SPENCE (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... HICKS Fox and Welles? SPENCE Weapons Division. Not even supposed to exist, these days. Not officially, anyway. HICKS (lights a cigarette of his own) I still don't see why you're telling me this. SPENCE 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 Sulaco... HICKS Bishop... SPENCE I don't know. HICKS Maybe Progressive Peoples'll get their own Alien too. Maybe they'll grow some... SPENCE (horrified) Shit! You'd better hope not... HICKS Why's that? SPENCE Their lab gear's five years behind ours. They'd never be able to control it. HICKS Think you can, huh? SPENCE 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. TULLY 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. JACKSON (with a characteristic little jerk of her head, light-pen winking) Sure. You want a piece of the Superbowl, Tully? TULLY Nah. JACKSON Denver... 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. SUSLOV There' s an irony in this... BRAUN (engrossed in the data) Irony, Colonel-Doctor? SUSLOV The readiness with which it lends itself to genetic manipulation, Braun. The speed with which its cells multiply. BRAUN Yes. Remarkable. SUSLOV As though the gene-structure had been designed for ease of manipulation. And this apparently universal compatibility with other plasms... BRAUN (reluctantly abandoning his task) And you find this ironic? SUSLOV Ironic that we are attempting to program it as a weapon, yes. BRAUN How is that? SUSLOV 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 race... BRAUN A defeatist attitude, Colonel-Doctor. Our project can only strengthen the Union of Progressive Peoples... 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. BISHOP (from the doorway) That's quite a piece of machinery, Corporal Hicks... HICKS (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 socialist paradise? BISHOP I was returned. I assume they had no further use for me. He moves among the silent machines, touching them as he speaks. BISHOP (continuing) There are rumors, Hicks, that Weapons Division intends to develop the Alien. HICKS (with a glance at the video camera on the wall) Where'd the bastards get one, Bishop? BISHOP One of them managed to board Sulaco, Hicks. Ripley killed it... HICKS Good for her. BISHOP Sh e called it "the queen." It was larger than the others. Very large. Somehow is deposited genetic material in the ship. |
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