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 ROSETTI We abandon the station. HICKS Destroy the station, man! We got nukes? ROSETTI Outlawed under the Strategic Arms Reduction treaty. JACKSON We can fiddle the overrides on the fusion package. Baby nova. BISHOP We're dealing with a new form, Colonel. We know nothing of this new mode of reproduction. Others may have already become hosts. .. ROSETTI What are you suggesting? BISHOP In order to be entirely certain, Colonel, it would be necessary to override the fusion package now. Jackson looks up at Bishop; he's suggesting mass suicide. HICKS I thought you were programmed to protect human life? BISHOP (with android blandness) I'm taking the long view. Jackson's console CHIMES, begins to display new data, ID shots of three crew members. JACKSON Missing persons. (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... Something's happening... HICKS Goddamn, Rosetti, it's catching! ROSETTI (ignores him) Mayday Kansas City, Jackson. HICKS What about Sulaco? SHUMAN It would take two days to raise her. HICKS (bitterly) With that shit on board. ROSETTI Gateway will have our warning before Sulaco arrives. SHUMAN Fine, Colonel. And who do you suppose will be willing to take it seriously? Weapons Division? JACKSON Hey, I'm getting something! The socialist space brothers speak at last... Her main screen flickers and jumps; the speakers hill with a roar of STATIC -- JACKSON (continuing) 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. SHUMAN 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 SPOKESWOMAN ... 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 rapidly... (and here, horribly, she smiles) 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 no -- The image flickers, vanishes. ANGLE JACKSON Lost 'em. That's it... Goddamnit, she was just a tech. Their brass didn't bother... HICKS No brass left... JACKSON 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. JACKSON (continuing) 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... INT. ECO-MODULE 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... EXT. RODINA 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. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. ANCHORPOINT The station. 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 |
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