Alien 3 script
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I've seen it before. In combat.
Rosetti backs away from them.
Hick, come here... I think it's Trent...
He finds her around the corner of a padded partition that screens a desk-
console from the rest of the room. His light finds the lab-coated corpse
sprawled in the chair behind the desk, a quarter of its skull blown away,
dried blood spattered across the bulkhead,
a service automatic locked in rigid
Did himself. Hey, Rosetti! C'mere!
Rosetti looks around the edge of the partition, sees Trent.
That's it, man. That's what it looks like.
You don't chill out quick, somebody'll do the
same for you.
(stares at the corpse)
Brilliant man. Company man. Very... ambitious.
Hicks takes the light off the corpse, plays it around the cubicle. A shredder,
empty file folders, a bulging plastic sack of shredded documents.
Hicks swings the light across the wall behind Trent's desk.
The wall, Hicks!
She's spooked him; the safety's off the pulse-rifle. But there's n
the wall, only framed diplomas, and between them a few stenciled letters...
Jesus Christ! It's a lock, Hicks! Airlock!
She clambers over the desk console, shoves the corpse out the way, and tears
the diplomas from the wall, revealing the outline of a hatch and the
EMERGENCY AIRLOCK - EXIT TO HULL-SECTOR 308
A CRASH from the corridor as Alien hurls itself against the door.
It's a chance! The only chance we've got! We
get out on the hull, cross to the boats. We can
try to get into one that way, from outside...
Hicks looks down at his watch. 2146 HOURS. If Bishop's managed to set the
fusion package to blow at 2200 hours -- they don't have a hope in hell.
But why spoil it for Spence?
go for it.
Spence hauls on the red airline-style inset handle of the emergency airlock.
The handle flips down and the hatch pivots smoothly open, a light inside goes
on, and the eternal synthi-voice announces:
This is a five-man emergency atmosphere lock,
exit to Hull Sector Three-oh-eight, equipped
with five Mark Twelve emergency suits. Each
Mark Twelve suit is charged with a two-hour
air supply and is equipped with automatic radar
beacon, inter-suit radio, and magnetic sole
plates. It you should experience difficulty
with either the O-rings of the velcro strips,
please activate the secondary program for
There's six of us...
Space suits swings from a rack, each helmet a different color. Rosetti's
pressed up close behind her, ey
es fixed on the suits.
Fuck off, Rosetti; anybody stays, it's you
LAB TECH (O.S.)
Light, quick! Something's...
The Lab Tech is backing away from Tatsumi, who lies on his back on the
carpeted deck, mouth gaping, eyes showing whites. A tearing SOUND as Hicks
spotlights Tatsumi's bandaged leg -- where the dressing is bulging, moving,
seeping yellow fluid. A new-model chest-buster flails its way out of the
wound and shuttles into the shadows beneath a chair. Twin red spots appear
on Tatsumi's white shirt; two more of the things rip their way out through
his stomach as he arches backwards, groaning -- the groan cut off as a fourth
chest-burster pops from his mouth...
Jackson brings her pistol up with both hands, arms locked, and SHOOTS Tatsumi
in the head.
Get in the lock! Suit up!
INT. EMERGENCY LOCK
ls the inner door shut. The lock is white, bright, a very tight fit
for the five of them. The Lab Tech reaches for one of the hanging suits,
yells as a blood-slick chest-burster loses its grip and tumbles out of the
suit's open front.
Hicks shoulders the door -- just a crack; it doesn't want to open -- as
Rosetti grabs a helmet and swings it underhand, knocking the little horror out
of the lock. Hicks gets the door shut again.
Spence is shuddering. Rosetti is putting the helmet on, reaching for his
J-jesus, Rosetti... How'd you do that?
I used to be a soldier
They hurriedly strip to their underwear and struggle into space suits.
Rosetti has the yellow helmet, Hicks red, Spence blue, Jackson green, and
Lab Tech orange.
Spence is sealing up her space suit over freckles and a military-issue b
Hicks sealing his over dog tags and his acid-scarred chest.
Please be seated. Fasten lapbelts.
Narrow ledges on either side of the lock. The five sit, step in. Spence and
the Lab Tech closest to the outer door. Hicks and Jackson are opposite them.
(filter; suit radio; turning
his helmet to face Spence)
You're right, Spence. I should have tried to
stop them. It would have done no good, of
course, but I should have tried...
(filter; suit radio)
When we get back, there'll be a board of inquiry.
You can tell them, Colonel, tell them what
happened. Help them find the ones who were
Ten-second warning. Act
ivating outer hatch.
Rosetti's helmet turns slowly toward her. Through his faceplate bubble, the
canceled eyes and blood-streaked drool of the Change...
(filter; suit radio)
He gone! Jeeees-us!
As blood wells up into Rosetti's helmet, filling it completely, and something
dark begins to strike the inner surface of his faceplate, violently, again and
again. The space suit hunches through inhuman postures --
As the outer hatch pivots out on hydraulics, the vacuum sucking small loose
objects out into the void.
The new beast in Rosetti's suit snaps the heavy nylon lapbelt and lunges at
as the blood-bubble strikes her faceplate, the fanged tongue working like a
piledriver, starting to split the tough plastic of Rosetti's faceplate -- tiny
bubbles of blood along the first hairline crack.