Alien 3 script
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Gimme a read.
You're close. Hang a left.
Is he moving?
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.
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.
You're sure it's him?
It's his locator frequency, isn't it? No two
alike. Surgically implanted. Just like yours...
(gnaws at her lip)
He's not moving...
Why would he go down there?
The badge. He knew that he's been infected...
Scared. He's scared.
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
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.
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...
Can you see him?
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
as the thing's tail lashes past Walker's face, taking a nick out of a steel
on the controls, a pair of levers: he yanks one back, shoves the other
forward, thumbs both drive buttons simultaneously.
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...
Hicks! What's happening?
INT. OPS ROOM
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.
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.
Cant's raise 'em, boss.
Try the diplomati
Diplomatic codes? They aren't responding to
Mayday International. Maybe they've got a
transponder down, but -- hey, check this,
(she bobs her head, taps
It's a squirt transmission... Military decryption
What do they have in the area?
(taps up a fresh screen
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.
What I wanna know is, what d
o we have in the
(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.