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 (into mouthpiece) Gimme a read. JACKSON (V.O.) (from headset) You're close. Hang a left. HICKS Is he moving? JACKSON No.. . Walker swing the jeep around and they roll toward a narrow gap between massive stacks of geodesic struts. INT. OPS ROOM Jackson studies a simulator screen; a moving cursor, the Jeep, navigates a 3D grid-representation of the construction zone. JACKSON No left again. The cursor turns. Nears a blinking red dot. Spence, drawn and anxious, looks over Jackson's shoulder. Bishop and Rosetti are beside her. SPENCE You're sure it's him? JACKSON It's his locator frequency, isn't it? No two alike. Surgically implanted. Just like yours... SPENCE (gnaws at her lip) He's not moving... ROSETTI Why would he go down there? BISHOP The badge. He knew that he's been infected... SPENCE Scared. He's scared. (shudders) Tully... INT. CONSTRUCTION CHAMBER Dark. The Jeep creeps along between stacks of prefab hull units, emerges into a open space, junctions of several corridors. The deck is an inch deep in water. JACKSON (V.O.) He's there! You're right on top of him! Walker stops the jeep. Hicks stands up, plays the beam of a flashlight around the area. Presses the mute button on his headset. HICKS (bellows) Tully! Tully! Yo! ECHO. DRIP of water. Hicks clips the flashlight beneath the barrel of his gun and jumps down. Reflections ripple as he moves forward. Swings the beam along the surface -- something there... The logo-patches down a sleeve of Tully's ruptured, blood-soaked leather jacket. Drifting shred of human tissue... JACKSON (V.O.) Can you see him? HICKS Yeah. And the thing that was Tully launches itself from the top of one of the stacks of construction material. Lands on top of the jeep, going for Walker, through the roll bars. CLOSEUP ON JAWS CLOSEUP as the thing's tail lashes past Walker's face, taking a nick out of a steel bar. on the controls, a pair of levers: he yanks one back, shoves the other forward, thumbs both drive buttons simultaneously. ANGLE The jeep (separate drive-trains for each wheel) pulls two three-sixties on a dime, hurling the thing toward Hicks. It smashes into the desk, splash of water, leaps for Hicks instantly. The charge from his pulse-rifle takes it in mid-air, hideous bile-yellow spurt of acid... And it hits the water again with a terrific EXPLOSION of steam. The jeep lurches out through the steam, engines SCREAMING, wheels losing traction through the puddle, throwing up fantails of water, nearly overturning. Hicks jumps, snags a ro ll bar, empties the pulse-rifle's clip into the steam on full-auto as Walker hauls ass back down the corridor... JACKSON (V.O.) Hicks! What's happening? INT. OPS ROOM JACKSON Hicks? Hicks! CLOSE ON SCREEN as the jeep-cursor speeds away from Tully's blinking locator-dot. Spence's eyes fixed on the screen as she makes a serious stab at swallowing her own fist. DISSOLVE TO: INT. RODINA -- BIOLAB VERY SLOW PAN past monitors -- one flickering like a defective strobe, the other displaying a readout in Russian -- past an overturned mug on a keyboard, past assorted equipment, past the shattered ruin of the big stasis tube, to Suslov and Braun cocooned in a glittering biomech structure of alien resin. Braun is dead, his rib cage gaping. SCEAMS and the HAMMER of automatic weapons. Station crew fleeing in panic enter through one door, crash into tabl es, scattering trays of food, claw at one another to escape through another door. The Vietnamese commando and her partner are last into the room; they spin in unison and FIRE back through the door. SOUND of rending metal and loud inhuman RAGE. The commandos scramble for the far door as the alien crashes into the mess: a new form, the result of Suslov's genetic tinkering. Bigger. Meaner. Faster. Able to reproduce more quickly. The frantic crew are climbing a ladder. The commandos start up the ladder. They climb through a circular hatch. Like the deck they stand on, the hatch is made of heavy steel expansion-grid. The alien swarms up the ladder, slams into the hatch just as the commandos close and lock it. The alien keeps on slamming. The steel begins to bulge and tear... INT. ANCHORPOINT -- OPS ROOM Hicks, Bishop, Rosetti, Shuman, and Jackson. JACKSON Cant's raise 'em, boss. SHUMAN Try the diplomati c codes... JACKSON Diplomatic codes? They aren't responding to Mayday International. Maybe they've got a transponder down, but -- hey, check this, outgoing traffic... (she bobs her head, taps her lapboard) It's a squirt transmission... Military decryption standard. ROSETTI What do they have in the area? JACKSON (taps up a fresh screen of data) Not much. Automated mining system working NC-313... Test module for a terraforming operation enroute MV-45... And, here we go, the battle cruiser Nikolai Stoiko. Nine hours from Rodina if they push it. HICKS What I wanna know is, what d o we have in the area? JACKSON (another screen of data) Not much. How about the Kansas City, Colonel Admin transport? We hit her with a mayday, she'll get here inside twenty hours. HICKS Then what? |
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