Alien 3 script
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We abandon the station.
Destroy the station, man! We got nukes?
Outlawed under the Strategic Arms Reduction
We can fiddle the overrides on the fusion
package. Baby nova.
We're dealing with a new form, Colonel. We
know nothing of this new mode of reproduction.
Others may have already become hosts.
What are you suggesting?
In order to be entirely certain, Colonel, it
would be necessary to override the fusion
Jackson looks up at Bishop; he's suggesting mass suicide.
I thought you were programmed to protect human
(with android blandness)
I'm taking the long view.
Jackson's console CHIMES, begins to display new data, ID shots of three crew
(she taps her way through
windows of data)
Two were members of the clean-up crew who did
the lab after the blowout. Third doesn't
check... No, wait. Lives with one of the first
two.. But that makes a total of fifteen...
Goddamn, Rosetti, it's catching!
Mayday Kansas City, Jackson.
What about Sulaco?
It would take two days to raise her.
With that shit on board.
Gateway will have our warning before Sulaco
Fine, Colonel. And who do you suppose will be
willing to take it seriously? Weapons Division?
Hey, I'm getting something! The socialist space
Her main screen flickers and jumps; the speakers hill with a roar of STATIC --
Their transmission standards get worse all the --
She falls silent as the screen clear, revealing a young Slavic madwoman -- one
of Suslov's lab assistants -- in blood-drenched coveralls. Jerky handheld
video, grainy transmission, indistinct background. She clutches a sheet of
paper, reads aloud from it in a foreign language.
Get a translation program on line, Jackson!
Jackson's already punching. An instantaneous computer translation cuts in as
V.O.; the girl's lips move, out of sync, like a cheap dub; the transmission is
rendered in flat synthi-voice.
CLOSE UP ON SCREEN
... of Progressive Peoples. Technician First
Class, Tatjana Malik. Please, we wish to inform
you: we h
ave undertaken an experiment with
genetic material obtained from the military
transport vessel... We attempted to clone the
xenomorph in stasis. Failure of the stasis
system occurred in the fifteenth hour... Attempted
modification of the genetic structure has resulted
in a variant which replicates rapidly, more
(and here, horribly,
It has... taken... most of us. Those of us who
remain... We wish to warn you: you must terminate
any experiment with the material now. It is
impossible. It cannot be contained. There is
The image flickers, vanishes.
Lost 'em. That's it... Goddamnit, she was just
a tech. Their brass didn't bother...
No brass left...
And you better check this, Hicks.
Her other screens display assorted images of nearly identical tunnels and
passageways, but three of them are black; she gestures to the dark screens.
This is down by the main air-scrubber. System
says those cameras are still operational, but
there's something in the way. Something big...
EXT. ANCHORPOINT -- ECO-MODULE
Huge louvers pivot smoothly, like Venetian blinds, revealing lush vegetation
through thick plastic...
Spence sits cross-legged in Newt's meadow, tearfully hugging a small tame
primate. Light crosses the meadow as the louvers open overhead, beyond the
geodesics. Artificial dawn. BIRDS begins to sing. Quiet before the storm...
No sign of movement.
Dimly lit. Clutter of spacesuits, machinery. The Vietn
amese commando seated
on the floor, back to the wall, cradling her gun. The corpse of her partner
is sprawled on the deck beside her, face hideously burned, his armor
fretworked with acid. Her face is blank, eyes straight ahead.
INT. ANCHORPOINT -- MEDLAB -- CORRIDOR
Hicks, still in his fighting gear, walking purposefully. MedLab staff in
hospital whites dubiously note his passage.
INT. MED LAB -- RIPLEY'S ROOM
Ripley comatose, still hooked up to assorted biomonitors, the only movement
in the room the restless flicker of a bank of colored diodes.
Hicks enters, crosses to the bed, seems about to speak, makes a helpless
little gesture with his hands -- then yanks the biomonitor leads from the
bedside console. The diodes go out; a buzzer begins to SOUND. The bed is
mounted on casters. He starts to pull it out of the room. Stops. Looks up
at Newt's map on the wall.
He rips the map from the w
all and stuffs it into her hospital gown.
INT. MEDLAB -- CORRIDOR
Hicks hustles Ripley through MedLab, not about to stop for anyone; startled
staff jump out of the way.
INT. ANCHORPOINT -- ANOTHER CORRIDOR -- ENTRANCE TO A LIFEBOAT
Signs and notices detailing lifeboat launch procedures. Hicks lifts Ripley