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 HICKS Then they're stone cold crazy, man. I hear the U.P.P. might try it themselves. BISHOP 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. HICKS Yeah. I know the feeling. BISHOP But I can't be entirely sure you can trust me, Hicks. HICKS You can't what? BISHOP The U.P.P. may have reprogrammed me. I've been very thoroughly examined, of course, but the possibility does exist. HICKS Wouldn't you know? BISHOP No. I may be functioning as an enemy agent. HICKS (beat) What the hell. We have to kill it, don't we? BISHOP I have to try. HICKS I'm in man. And I think I know where we can find us a little help... DISSOLVE TO: INT. TISSUE LAB Spence and Tully are alone. SPENCE What coffee? I'm going to the machine. TULLY No. He peers into one of the stasis tubes; a small ovoid of tissue suspended there. SPENCE Maintenance cure your pressure differential problem? TULLY Said there wasn't any. Said it was a glitch. SPENCE Didn't want to get his hands dirty? TULLY 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. WIDER ANGLE TULLY 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. WELLES Communing with nature, Tully? 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. Got it? WELLES Where's Trent? TULLY Lunch. WELLES And how's our friend? She moves to the stasis tube, looks in. TULLY Friends. Our little friends. Growing. WELLES Get me hard copy for the past six hours. TULLY Sorry. Ask Trent. WELLES I don't think you understood me, Technician Tully... She's following him as he nears the main computer console; in the b. g., a stasis tube begins to HISS. CRACKS loudly, a hairline fracture emits a superfine spray of fluid. An alarm SOUNDS. WELLES (continuing) What does th -- TULLY O Jesus... 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 counter... 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 tray. SPENCE (V.O.) (intercom) Tully! Tully, Goddamn it! What's happening? Are you okay? TULLY 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. DISSOLVE TO: INT. OPS ROOM Jackson at work. PAN ACROSS screens to security camera view of the DNA lab, cle 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 BISHOP We have three minutes at the outside. HICKS |
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