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 (filter; suit radio) Right. Want anything else while I'm here? JACKSON (filter; suit radio) Coffee and a danish. Black, one sugar. EXT. HULL -- LIFEBOAT Hicks and Jackson are trying to open the larger accessport, this one beside a porthole set into a rectangular hatch in the bow of the lifeboat. It isn't easy. Hicks manages to hook the pulse-rifle' s buttplate under the edge of the cover. He uses the barrel as a lever. The buttplate slips. HICKS (filter; suit radio) Shit. He tries again. The cover pops open: move wiring, hydraulics. Jackson begins to paw at the wiring. EXT. TOP OF LIFEBOAT Spence's POV as she looks down at her prize, a length of red and green wire. SPENCE (filter; suit radio) They're out of coffee, but I got you hotwire... Spence's POV as she glances up, across the hull -- and sees a dozen advancing Aliens. SPENCE (continuing; filter; suit radio) Hicks! They're coming! They don't need suits! EXT. HULL -- LIFEBOAT Hicks whirls around with the rifle, too quick a move for zero-g; momentum spins him around and he rolls, out past the prow, but manages to come up SHOOTING. Take out the two foremost Aliens at about twenty yards. The rest scuttle for cover. EXTREME CLOSEUP on ammo readout: 09. ANGLE Hicks gets to his feet, take a step back, and nearly tumbles again; he's bumped into another emergency airlock, this one still sealed. He climbs back across it and crouches against the raised housing, using it to steady his aim. The Aliens charge again. Five SHOTS, five Aliens blown apart. The rest get out of sight. EXTREME CLOSEUP on ammo readout: 04. ANGLE Six inches from Hick's faceplate, on the airlock hatch, a red light blinks on. The lock starts to open. Hicks scrambles back, the rifle ready at his hip, as the hatch opens -- and a space-suited figure straightens up, a yellow helmet... CLOSEUP -- HICKS -- REACTION SHOT HICKS (filter; suit radio; an instant of profound confusion) Rosett...? ANGLE The Aliens charge. The figure turns, bringing up a pulse-rifle. CLOSEUP ON BISHOP -- THROUGH FACEPLATE as he hoses a full clip in to the Aliens, killing them all. BISHOP (filter; suit radio) Hicks, help me out of the lock... ANGLE Hicks takes Bishop's arm and hauls him over the rim; the android's left leg is braced with the length of metal from the elevator, strapped to the space suit with heavy silver tape. HICKS (filter; suit radio) What happened? You didn't blow the fusion back at twenty-two hundred, Bishop passes him a fresh clip of ammunition. BISHOP (filter; suit radio) Two overload is scheduled for twenty-two- thirty. HICKS (filter; suit radio) Why? BISHOP (filter; suit radio) I thought you might need the time. JACKSON (filter; suit radio) Bishop? Hick! Come on, we gotta get his happening! Hicks help Bishop across the hull. EXT. HULL -- LIFEBOAT CLOSEUP on Spence and Jackson crouching by the open service port. They've made a rainbow spaghetti out of the port's wiring, but Jackson holds one raw end of the hotwire. Spence looks up as Hicks and Bishop arrive. SPENCE (filter; suit radio) What happened to you leg? BISHOP (filter; suit radio) Molecular fatigue. HICKS (filter; suit radio) Bishop says we gotta go now. JACKSON (filter; suit radio) No shit... Well... She thrusts the hotwire against a contact, producing a bu rst of sparks. Nothing happens. Tries again. Nothing. JACKSON (continuing; filter; suit radio) Third time's a charm. A bigger burst of sparks. The hatch suddenly pops open with a rush of escaping AIR. JACKSON (continuing; filter; suit radio) How damn! Okay! Jackson ducks, wedges helmet and shoulder through the opening -- and a queen- sized stinger erupts through the back of her neck, slicing the suit's alloy collar ring like butter. Brief but horrible SOUND on radio. SPENCE (filter; suit radio) Jackson! Jackson's being drawn into the opening by the unseen queen. Spence clutches furiously at Jackson's suit, trying to pull her back... HICKS (filter; suit radio) For get it! She's gone! BISHOP (filter; suit radio) Hicks! Hicks and Spence turn. REACTION SHOT. What they see makes her forget trying to save Jackson's body. The boots of Jackson's space suit vanishes through the lifeboat hatch. A queen, her crest rising against the stars, leads the swarm against them in a solid wave... Hicks pumps the pulse-rifle's grenade launcher, sheer reflex, no consideration for the effect of recoil in zero-g (pulse-charges have been assumed to be |
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