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 Residential from there, then it's up a service tunnel behind the central mainframe... HICKS Sounds complicated. JACKSON Quickest way. Flips the map shut. Spence is trying to comfort Halliday. INT. AQUACULTURE FARM An automated fish farm; factory space ranged with dozens of waist-high round white vats of dark green water. Low ceiling, dim light. Sweeps rotate slowly across the water in some vats; others are still, with floating gre en vegetation. Hicks leads the party along a narrow aisle between the vats. Jackson pauses to check her map and watch; Hicks light a cigarette, leans his elbow against the nearest vat. JACKSON We're doing okay... The surface of the water behind Hicks' elbow erupts as the fish go into a feed frenzy. He yelps and jumps back, dropping his cigarette. SPENCE Bass. They're just hungry... Ready to be harvested. HICKS Sure. Let's get out of here, okay? The others follow, keeping their distance from the vats. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT Bishop jumps down, dodges a dangling power cable, squints through the smoke. Finds a manual emergency level that opens the shaft's door. INT. TUNNEL A blast of air fans the flames behind him as he steps out. The carrier is there, among the scattered crates, where Hicks left it. Bishop climbs in, tries the power. A feebl e whine. Touches another button. The dash flashes "BATTERY RECHARGE." He climbs down an sets off along the tunnel at a jog. INT. AEROPONICS FARM State of the art. Epcot-style soilless cultivation. Tall A-frame structures of white styrofoam are studded with hundreds of precisely spaced plants, their roots watered by periodic bursts of high-pressure mist. Vegetables sprout from the sides of tapering styrofoam columns. All of the wreathed in mist under brilliant halogen lamps. Hicks scans the chamber, gun ready, as the party emerges from a hatch in the white deck behind him. Spence has to help Halliday, whose cheeks are streaked with tears. Rosetti's up last, clutching his pulse-rifle a bit too tightly, eyes darting around the chamber. HICKS Keep the safety on, Colonel. You could hurt somebody. He kneels beside the hatch, takes plastique and a grenade from his harness, and slaps together another bomb. ROSETTI What are you doing? HICKS They may be following us. He closes the hatch over the charge and locks it. Halliday starts to weep hysterically in Spence's arms; goes to her knees, the tries to curl into a fetal position on the white deck, shuddering, crying like a child. Rosetti rushes over as Spence is trying to get her to her feet. ROSETTI They'll hear you! Rosetti slaps Halliday's face, hard; eliciting a piercing scream. Spence -- no hesitation -- punches him solidly in the face; his head snaps back and he's down, reaching for his rifle. Tableau: Spence furious, ready to kick ass; Halliday wide-eyed, stunned into silence by Spence's move; Rosetti with blood on his mouth and his hand on his gun. JACKSON (to Rosetti; cocking her gun) Try it. Hicks breaks the spell: HICKS (drill sergeant bellow) Two minute fuse! Hall ass people! The Lab Tech grabs Halliday, throws her over his shoulder, and runs. The others scramble after him, including Rosetti, whose drive to self-preservation is paramount. Hicks and Spence take up the rear. Hicks shoots her a grin as they run. LONG SHOT down the aisle of aeroponic greenery, high-tech Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the lifeboat party approaching. Behind them, the hatch lifts off its hinges with the EXPLOSION, CRASHES back in a tangle of metal. Several of the party are thrown to the deck. JACKSON (quietly; urgently; as the others pick themselves up) Hicks! HICKS Yeah? JACKSON Look... She points down another aisle of aeroponic structures. JACKSON (continuing) What the hell's that? Two of the Styrofoam structures have been overgrown with a grayish parody of vegetation, glistening vine-like structures and bulbous sacs the echo the Alien biomech motif. Patches of thick black mold spread to the styrofoam and the white deck. HICKS It was... cabbages or something... TATSUMI (with the others) Come, please, Jackson! Which way? JACKSON (gripping Hicks' arm; pulling him along) Spence said it did her monkeys, too... (raising her voice) Third door to the right! INT. TUNNEL NEAR FUSION PACKAGE Bishop comes loping down the tunnel, a certain effortless regularity evident in his run. Makes a turn into the chamber that houses the fusion package, Anchorpoint's power source. The chamber is spotless, well lit; the only sign of the current disaster is the smoke. The fusion package itself is no bigger than a Volkswagen bus, but it's obviously Anchorpoint's heart. Bishop climbs a narrow metal stairway to an overhanging control booth resembling the inverted turrent of a streamlined tank. A mirrored disk is mounted on the face of the armored hatch, above a small slot. SECURITY PROGRAM (V.O.) (bland feminine synthi-voice) Please identify yourself. Bishop removes his dogtags. As he inserts one in the slot, he presses the palm on his other hand against the mirrored surface. BISHOP Bishop, Science Officer, Hyperdyne A-slash-5, Mark 3, serial number PL3358172438. Permission to inspect software safety protocols. SECURITY PROGRAM (V.O.) Permission denied. Inadequate rank. Please refer request to your immediate supervisor. The slot tries to reject his tag. He shove it back in. BISHOP Emergency protocols. Code Theta Five Three. Authority Rosetti comma Shuman. SECURITY PROGRAM (V.O.) Permission denied. Inadequate rank. Please refer request to your immediate supervisor. It ejects his tag. He drops his hand from the disk, stares at his reflection in the mirrored surface. Blinks. Re-inserts dog tags, palm on disk again. BISHOP Emergency protocols. Code Theta Five Three. Authority Welles comma Fox. |
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