Alien 3 script
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(dazed and confused)
I can't find Tom. What is it? What's going on?
He was just here. I mean there. But then...
Forget it, he's probably already on the boat.
You know him, right? C'mon, we're getting out
of here ourselves...
Hicks pulls a service automatic from his vest and slips it to Jackson.
(under his breath)
Keep an eye on everybody, okay, Ops?
(to the others)
Okay! You all know the Goddamn d
rill! Done it
often enough, right? We're taking A-52 to Blue
Concourse. We stick together. We'll meet up
with two others groups at Bay Five and proceed
What is happening, please?
What's happening is we're getting on the boats!
INT. THE MALL
Dense haze of smoke from burning insulation; half the lights are out. A body
floats face down in the pool at the foot of the waterfall; the pool is
overflowing, splashing on polished concrete. Bishop emerges from a doorway
and hurries along toward the freight elevator. He freezes. Hears something
else. Moves quietly in the direction of the SOUND. The bar. He peers into
the wreckage. Four Aliens are at work, cocooning their prey. Cocooned
bodies -- CLOSE on the face of Shuman -- have been glued to the big screen,
where silent images of the soccer game
repeat endlessly. Bishop stares, then
turns -- looks up.
A Queen. The thing towers above him in the Mall, utterly still.
He takes a step backward. Another.
The Queen's head sways.
Another step. He bolts for the elevator.
The Queen screams her rage, scrambles after him like a famished mantis.
He's reached the elevator -- stabs desperately at the controls -- as the doors
open and he's through, punching more buttons -- as the Queen strikes, her
first blow buckling the steel doors.
INT. FREIGHT ELEVATOR
Her huge stinger lashes in through the gap, whipping and slicing, Bishop
braced up straight in a corner, hand still on the controls. The elevator
GROANS, SHUDDERS, begins to descend, then jams in the shaft. The stinger
whips back out. SOUND of rending metal as the Queen continues her attack.
INT. A CORRIDOR AT BULKHEAD HATCH
Jackson ducks through first, still wearing her Ops cap. Rosetti next, then
Spence, helping Halliday; the others follow, Hicks bringing up the rear.
Hicks pauses, look
s back through the hatch. Hears a distant CRASH, an
inhuman cry. Takes a small bat of plastic explosive from his vest and
squashes it against the edge of the bulkhead. Pulls a grenade from his
harness, twists its neck in the delay-detonate combination, sticks in into the
plastique, closes the hatch, and runs.
The smoke is getting worse.
INT. BLUE CONSOURSE
Another of the white-tiled traffic-tunnels, this one identified by a wide band
of blue along either side. A small vehicle has overturned, amid blood and
torn clothing. Jackson and her party are skirting the wreck as Hicks catches
up with them. Jackson whirls at the SOUND of running feet, bringing up the
A distant EXPLOSION shakes the tunnel, jarring loose several tiles.
(low, so the others
They're following us. Left 'em something to
slow 'em down.
Might as well. Just try not to put a hole in
the hull, okay?
Remember the air-scrubber...
INT. FREIGHT ELEVATOR
Bishop on his knees, running his hands delicately over the ribbed plastic
flooring. The Queen HISSES, BASHES the door. He finds a seam, levers up with
his nails, gets a grip. Pulls. Sense of his android strength as the flooring
comes up on pale streamers of super-glue. The elevator shakes with the
Queen's fury. He finds a section of the floor that can be removed. Forces
the glue-caked catches. Slams down with the heel of his hand -- the panel
falls away, tumbling through smoke toward a point of fire-glow at the shaft's
Bishop lowers himself through the opening, dangles. An emergency service-
is recessed in one wall. He tries to reach one of the rungs with his
foot, but the toe of his boot slips. Too far. He begins to swing back and
forth like a gymnast, building momentum -- and lets go. Falls six feet before
he manages to get a grip.
He begins to descend the ladder. It's a long way down.
INT. BLUE CONSOURSE
The lifeboat party emerges, coughing, from a wall of acrid smoke.
dismay and amazement.
The tunnel has been sealed with a plug of Alien resin. Human bones, weapons,
and Marine helmets protrude from the biomech convolutions of the resin-wall.
Another of the six-wheeled military vehicles carriers is skewed across the
tunnel in a pool of blood.
It doesn't want us to get out...
Bugs. Just fucking bugs... C'mon.
(he climbs into the driver's
seat of the carrier)
We're taking the bus. Which way, Op
(getting in beside him)
Way we came, unless you think of something
What's he mean, "bugs"? What is that thing?
(pointing at the resin-plug)
Where's Tom? Where's Tom?
(taking her arm; leading
her to the carrier)
It'll be okay. Here, get up... There was an
experiment. It got out of control. We have
What kind of experiment?
(throwing the carrier into
gear; cutting off their
INT. BLUE CONCOURSE
TRACKING on carrier, CLOSE on Hicks and Jackson. She takes a fla
t gadget from
her jacket and flips it open; a miniature computer-map on anchorpoint, like a
pocket video game.
As she wiggles a tiny joystick, EXTREME CLOSEUP on miniature color screen;
she's looking for an alternate route to the lifeboats.
(still studying the map)
Left at B-83. We'll cut through Aquaculture,
up to level to Aeroponics. We can get into