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 from the bed, carries her through hatch into lifeboat. Places her in a hypersleep capsule, presses a button. The lid comes down. Silent moment as he looks down at her through the lid, his palm on the smooth plastic in a gesture of farewell, resignation. Then back through the hatch, where he activates controls that seal the boat, setting the launch-procedure in motion. ANGLE on the blunt prows of the lifeboat receding around the curve of the station's hull. INT. LIFEBOAT BAY Hicks watching digital countdown. Muted WHUMP of explosive bolts -- EXT. LIFEBOAT Flash of the bolts as Ripley's boat is launched into the sweep of night. INT. LIFEBOAT BAY Bishop enters behind Hicks. BISHOP But can you be certain she hasn't been infected? HICKS I'll take the chance. BISHOP Why? HICKS I owe her one. INT. OPS ROOM Jackson at her screens; display as before, the tunnels near the air- scrubber -- with three screens dark. CLOSEUP on one tunnel-view as an open, six-wheeled personnel carrier rolls past the video camera, Hick looking up. Five Marines in full battle dress ride with him: ALSOP, GREENFIELD, BRICE, COSTELLO, WALLACE. JACKSON Next junction, hang a right... INT. TUNNEL Dim; light spaced far apart along tunnel. The carrier takes a right. JACKSON (V.O.) Left at the fork and you wanna take it slow. Fifty meters to whatever's in front of that camera... Hicks gestures to Wallace, the driver. The carrier halts. SOUND of the air- scrubbers from down the tunnel. The Marines shift their weapons, uneasily eye the tunnel ahead. These are young recruits, not the hard-case vets of "ALIENS." HICKS Now listen up. We don't do this by the book, we don't pair off. Stay together, tight. Greenfield up front with me; anything moves, you torch it. The rest of you, if it moves, kill it. You gotta get the fuckers before they get close. You know about the acid; you know they don't show on infrared. And you know you don't let them take you alive. You might have to do a friend a favor... Ready? Move out. He climbs down from the carrier, heavily burdened with gear. The others follow. Greenfield has a flamethrower. They move forward. Toward the next light; beyond it, the tunnel curves out of sight. JACKSON (V.O.) You're right up on it, Hicks. Right around the corner... HICKS Affirmative... They round the turn, weapons ready. And stop, stunned. GREENFIELD Wha' 'th...? The tunnel, which widens here as it approaches the massive air-scrubber, has been transformed; its lights are dimly visible through shrouds of resin. Vast ribs of the stuff sweep up from a dim and monstrous shape that covers the deck at the base of the scrubber; we're looking into an Alien grotto, black and pearlescent, and obscene fairyland. The shape's symmetry suggest function. Patient DRUMMING of the air-scrubber's giant fans. HICKS Scan it. Motion? COSTELLO (consulting tracker, adjusting knob) Negative. HICKS Alsop, gimme the flood... Alsop passes Hicks a portable halogen-flood. Hicks thumbs it on... WALLACE Holy Christ. The central shape is revealed as an enormous mutant queen. The thing is splayed on its back, mortared into the mass of resin, its vestigial head toward Hicks and the Marines. Its abdomen is arched like an inverted scorpion-tail, tipped with a swollen, semi-translucent sac that ripples and pulses in the glare of Hick's lamp. A biomechanical birth-factory. HICKS (passing the flood to Brice) Hold it... steady. He kneels, unslings one of his gear cases, open it, revealing a squat tube. HICKS Moving. Something's moving... Hicks is working on the tube-thing, snapping components into place. Brice suddenly swings the beam away from the queen, revealing half a dozen new-model Aliens twisting o ut of recesses in the grotto walls... INT. OPS ROOM Jackson and Bishop hear SCREAMS and FIRING over the comm-link. HICK (V.O.) The light! The goddamn light! (garble) The Aliens tear into the Marines like living chainsaws. Wallace and Costello go down immediately; the Aliens begin to drag them away. Hicks has gotten hold of the light, struggles to keep it on the queen as he props the tube against his thigh. SCREAMS. Blue stutter of pulse-rifles. A tongue of fire from Greenfield's flamethrower, but an Alien jumps him; the napalm-stream arcs wildly, splashing the resin structure -- and the Queen wakes. The huge tail extends, lifts in the floodlight beam... Hicks is still trying to assemble his mortar. As the swollen, podlike tail-tip splits open with a sickly, tearing SOUND, releasing a puffball cloud of dark mist -- we've seen it before, in miniature, with Tully in the lab -- which begins to rise, drawn up toward the giant fans above the air-scrubber ... INT. OPS ROOM HICKS (V.O.) Stop the fans! Bishop is instantly on the case, leaning over Jackson's shoulder to punch the right button, but... INT. SCRUBBER-TUNNEL Too late. The cloud of spores is sucked into the fans -- as Hicks drop a shell into the mortar. It bucks against his thigh and the queen is blown to shred in an EXPLOSION that rips out the side of the scrubber. HICKS The vents! Seal the vents! INT. OPS ROOM Bishop's fingers fly as he punches another sequence. INT. VENT Straight down the pipe, a long way, to the whirling fans. Huge hermetic barriers SLAM across the vent in sequence -- one, two, three. INT. SCRUBBER-TUNNEL Hicks scramble to his feet. HICKS Out! Out of here! Now! The Marine beside him begins to spasm and quake as the Change comes. Hicks SHOOTS him in the chest at close range and sprints for the carrier. DISSOLVE TO: INT. RODINA -- HUB The Vietnamese commando nears the station's hub. The walls, in one large |
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