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 Spence snatches a drum of cable from a service cart and hurls it at the Alien, distracting it from Halliday. The beast springs toward Spence, bet she's already scrambling out along a fragile-looking catwalk that quakes with her passage. The Alien pursues her into the forest of cables with a hideous agility. Hicks clambers up through the opening, too late. Spence and the Alien are out of sight. INT. FIBEROPTIC FOREST Spence flattened against the mainframe, heart thumping, terrified. Takes a breath, look out between two glowing trunks of cable. Sees the Alien's back, fifteen feet away. She bites her lip and slips out, runs. It SCREECHES behind her. She blunders into another wall. A ladder. Up the rungs, fast. Into a short narrow space lit by a single blue emergency light. No way out. She moves forward, hands sliding over a jumble of containers. SOUND of the beast swarming up the ladder. She's below the blue bulb now, looks down at her hand on a flat plastic case stenciled "COLONIAL TRANS AP-49 FLARE SIGNAL OXY-ATMOSPHERIC 20MM." She tears at the catches -- The beast is almost on her. She turns, bringing up the huge flare-pistol, and FIRES. The beast is blown backwards, off its feet, the igniting magnesium flare a white-hot chemical star burning in its guts as it flips back over the edge. INT. PLATFORM IN SERVICE SHAFT Hicks and the Lab T hree see the burning Alien's fall as a weird pulse of light through the translucent cables. LAB TECH What -- ? HICKS (yells) Spence! Yo! Spence! Hicks crosses the catwalk, followed by the Lab Tech. Halliday stares after them over the head of her ragdoll. INT. PLATFORM IN SERVICE SHAFT The others have climbed up now. They watch Hicks, the Lab Tech, and Spence recross the catwalk. Spence has the flare-pistol around her neck on a lanyard. JACKSON (checks her watch) Okay, people! Gotta move it now. Start climbing! HICKS Halliday! She rushes to the spot where we last saw Halliday. The ragdoll lies on the deck. Spence grabs it up, flings it instantly away at the touch of slime. SPENCE (screa ming) No! No! Hicks pulls an olive-drab aerosol unit fro his medical pack and drenches her hand with spray. HICKS Jackson's right. We gotta move. Rosetti is already starting up the ladder. INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT Bishop, climbing. He has his web belt cinched tight around his left thigh. The splintered bone is out of sight; the leg of his fatigues, below the belt, is soaked with fluid. He uses his arms and right leg to climb, the left leg swaying free -- grotesquely, in too many directions, like the limb of a broken puppet. He shows signs of stress. The right knee might break at the next rung... He places it carefully, taking up most of his weight on his arms. He checks his watch. EXTREME CLOSEUP: 2140 HOURS. BISHOP'S POV -- UP THE SHAFT It looks like forever. INT. SERVICE SHAFT Jackson uses a pistol-grip power-driver to unscrew a ventilator grill. Hicks shines his light into the opening, then crawls in. Jackson follows, then Rose tti... INT. DUCT Hands and knees, single file and barely room for that. Hicks has his flashlight clipped bayonet-style to his rifle. Jackson behind him, her cap reversed. HICKS How we doin'? Jackson stops crawling; flips open her map, her features visible in the glow of the tiny screen. JACKSON Looks like another ten meters. Then we're into K-58-A and straight to the boat bays. ROSETTI (V.O.) (hollow echo) Move! Hurry! HICKS Yes, sir. They move forward. INT. CORRIDOR -- DUCT EXIT Hicks and Jackson prepare to pull the others one at a time from the waist-high opening. It's evident that the duct, at this point, slants sharply down from the opening; it's round and smooth and difficult to climb. INT. DUCT From below, members of the party wedge their way up with knees an d elbows. INT. CORRIDOR -- DECT EXIT Hicks and Jackson pull Rosetti from the duct, both his hands locked around his pulse-rifle; then the Lab Tech; then Spence; they reach the Tatsumi... SCREAMS and frenzied BANGING from the duct. Tatsumi's eyes pop wide open and he screams. Hicks braces his boot against the wall and hauls him out -- with the jaws of a freshly-transformed new beast locked on his leg. Hicks whirls his rifle like an axe, the butt slamming into the thing's head. It HISSES and twists back into the duct. INT. DUCT -- POV OF THE TRAPPED FIVE as the beast slides toward them down smooth steel. INT. CORRIDOR -- DUCT EXIT Rosetti thrusts the barrel out of his pulse-rifle past Hicks, into the duct, and FIRES on full auto, emptying his magazine. Jackson drives for the gun as Hicks snaps him off his feet with a roundhouse punch. The back of Rosetti's head slams against the opposite wall and he slides to the deck. Jackson's on him before he can recover, practically jamming the muzzle of the p ulse-rifle down his throat. JACKSON Y'know, always been part of me wanted to kill one of you motherfuckers... Rosetti looks up at her. ROSETTI Go ahead. Very quiet. No sound at all from the duct. Tatsumi whimpers between clenched teeth as a wisp of acid smoke rises from his torn trouser leg. Hicks shines his light down into the duct. HICKS Oh man... Forget it, Jackson. Anyway, it's empty. He tosses her a fresh magazine. SPENCE Hicks! The light! She and the Lab Tech are crouching beside Tatsumi, slitting his pantleg with a knife, exposing the wound. SPENCE (continuing) Watch out, it's on the cloth... The Lab Tech yelps as a droplet of acid touches his hand. Hicks unclips his light and passes it to Spence . SPENCE (continuing) On my God... The Alien has taken a bite the size of a small grapefruit out of Tatsumi's |
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