Alien 3 script
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Then they're stone cold crazy, man. I hear the
U.P.P. might try it themselves.
Given the current state of the arms race, it's
entirely possible. I'm programmed to protect
human life, Hicks. It's my... nature. Everything
I am, everything I know, tells me this experiment
must be aborted.
Yeah. I know the feeling.
But I can't be entirely sure you can trust me,
You can't what?
The U.P.P. may have reprogrammed me. I've been
very thoroughly examined, of course, but the
possibility does exist.
Wouldn't you know?
No. I may be functioning as an enemy agent.
What the hell. We have to kill it, don't we?
I have to try.
I'm in man. And I think I know where we can find
us a little help...
INT. TISSUE LAB
Spence and Tully are alone.
What coffee? I'm going to the machine.
He peers into one of the stasis tubes; a small ovoid of tissue suspended
Maintenance cure your pressure differential
Said there wasn't any. Said it was a glitch.
Didn't want to get his hands dirty?
It settled down by itself.
Spence exits; Tully moves closer to the tube.
CLOSE -- THE SINGLE DEVELOPING SPORE
inside; it looks like a much smaller version of the alien egg.
Hey there. Hi ya. How ya doin'? Nutrient
solution agreeing with you, hm? We're looking
lots bigger today, aren't we? You bet.
Terrific. Just absolutely fucking wonderful...
His monologue is interrupted by Welles' entrance; he's startled, looks up
guiltily. The heavy glass doors HISS shut behind her.
Communing with nature, Tully?
Your not wearing a badge.
(taps the plastic ID
clipped to his lab coat)
White strap registers contamination. Turns
red if you're accidentally exposed to something.
And how's our friend?
She moves to the stasis tube, looks in.
Friends. Our little friends. Growing.
Get me hard copy for the past six hours.
Sorry. Ask Trent.
I don't think you understood me, Technician
She's following him as he nears the main computer console; in the b.
stasis tube begins to HISS. CRACKS loudly, a hairline fracture emits a
superfine spray of fluid. An alarm SOUNDS.
What does th --
Two of the tubes BLOW OUT. Nutrient fluid and plastic shards everywhere.
Welles and Tully go down. A louder ALARM cuts in; red lights strobe. Locks
in the doors THUNK shut, an automatic containment measure, as Spence, outside,
throws down her coffee and begins to struggle with the door-controls, trying
to reach Tully. Tully, facedown in a pool of the fluid, see that he's nine
inches away from the gray pigeon's-egg of alien tissue. His eyes widen. Gets
to his knees as carefully as he can. Reaches slowly -- slowly -- sideways,
manages to snag a pair of plastic tongs and a shallow lab tray from the
Welles tries to scramble to her feet, loses her balance in the slippery goop,
and snatches at his arm.
He nearly falls on top of the thing, but cuffs her
roughly away, kneels, tongs poised... Beat. A tiny orifice opens; for a
split-second something glitters above the thing, a faint, fist-sized cloud of
dark mist. Then it's gone and Tully's moving, swooping in with tongs and
Tully! Tully, Goddamn it! What's happening?
Are you okay?
De-con. Get us down to De-con!
Welles is struggling to her feet.
INT. DECONTAMINATION CHAMBER
Drenched, naked, furious, Welles is nearly invisible behind a scalding
downpour as techs in biohazard gear scrub her down with detergents and
antibacterial agents. She shoots eye-daggers at Tully, who's being worked
over by two more techs.
INT. OPS ROOM
Jackson at work. PAN ACROSS screens to security camera view of the DNA lab,
an now but minus two stasis tubes -- image identified: TISSUE CULTURE /
25 AUGUST / 1900:15 HOURS. Jackson's attention is elsewhere.
INT. A CORRIDOR
Hicks keeps watch as Bishop open a panel, exposing complex wiring; no
hesitation whatever as he strips two wires, removes a Walkman-sized VCR from
his belt, and clips lead to the stripped wires.
INT. OPS ROOM
CLOSE on monitor image of the lab. The picture fuzzes out, scrambles,
returns -- but now reads: TISSUE CULTURE / 23 AUGUST / 1200:02 HOURS and
the missing tubes are back in place.
INT. ENTRANCE -- OUTSIDE LAB
We have three minutes at the outside.