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 HICKS I've seen it before. In combat. Rosetti backs away from them. SPENCE (V.O.) 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 fingers. HICKS (shrugs) Did himself. Hey, Rosetti! C'mere! Rosetti looks around the edge of the partition, sees Trent. HICKS (continuing) That's it, man. That's what it looks like. You don't chill out quick, somebody'll do the same for you. ROSETTI (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 Yeah... Hicks swings the light across the wall behind Trent's desk. SPENCE The wall, Hicks! She's spooked him; the safety's off the pulse-rifle. But there's n othing on the wall, only framed diplomas, and between them a few stenciled letters... SPENCE (continuing) 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 stenciled notice: EMERGENCY AIRLOCK - EXIT TO HULL-SECTOR 308 A CRASH from the corridor as Alien hurls itself against the door. SPENCE (continuing) 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? HICKS Let's 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: ANNONCEMENT 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 additional advice. JACKSON 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. JACKSON (continuing) 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. HICKS Get in the lock! Suit up! INT. EMERGENCY LOCK Hicks pul 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. LAB TECH Aaaaah! 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 suit. SPENCE J-jesus, Rosetti... How'd you do that? ROSETTI (beat) 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 ra; Hicks sealing his over dog tags and his acid-scarred chest. ANNOUNCEMENT 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. ROSETTI (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... SPENCE (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 responsible... ANNOUNCEMENT 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... JACKSON (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 Spence. HER POV 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. ANGLE |
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