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 recoilless). The recoil kick him back against the lifeboat as the BLAST takes out five of the charging Aliens; sharp CLANG of his helmet against the boat's hull. CLOSE THROUGH FACEPLACE Hicks losing consciousness. ANGLE Bishop stands alone against the advancing swarm, the boot of his locked suitleg wedge into a narrow channel in the hull. He FIRES with a robotic accuracy, the rifle pivoting like the barrel of an automated gun turret. CLOSE ON BISHOP'S EXPRESSIO N No anger, no fear -- just total absorption in the task at hand. ANGLE Spence had Hicks' gun, is dragging him to his feet. EXTREME CLOSEUP on Bishop's ammo readout: working down to 01, steady as seconds on a stopwatch -- ANGLE His last round is for the towering queen -- Android's don't miss. Straight into the jaws. Her head explodes. But the headless body doesn't stop. It stumbles, tumbling forward, flips over, the vast abdomen with its lashing stinger outlined agasint the stars... As Bishop tugs his wedged foot free and rolls, as the stinger whips down to gouge a chunk of bright steel from the hull. The carcass smashed into the lifeboat. The swarm twitches, hesitates. With the loss of the queen's unifying intelligence, the Aliens are reduced to their usual level of instinctual action. HICKS (filter; suit radio) Bishop! Come on! Hicks, with Spence, is fleeing across the hull, taking long zero-g leaps -- one more worrie s about drifting away! SPENCE (filter; suit radio) The mast, Bishop! The Radio mast! Bishop starts after them, abandoning his empty pulse-rifle, trying to bound along on his good leg, the stiff one obviously in his way, three Aliens rapidly gaining on him. He loses his balance... Hicks and Spence have almost reached the foot of the radio mast. Handholds lead out to the tip. Hicks sees Bishop struggling to right himself, the Aliens closing in. Snatches the rifle from Spence. HICKS (filter; suit radio; to Spence) Go on! Get out there! Hicks recrosses the hull to Bishop. SHOOTS the nearest Alien, gets a grip on Bishop's suit, pulls him up, tries for the second Alien but misses. They start for the mast, Hicks FIRING back at the swarm. Spence is a third of the way out on the mast, body drifting in space, clinging to a handhold. Hick a nd Bishop haul themselves hand-over-hand along the mast. BISHOP (filter; suit radio) The fusion package, Hicks... Overload... HICKS (filter; suit radio) Yeah... But it means we win... Come on. The swarm closes around the foot of the mast in a single writhing mass. One spring onto the handholds and scuttles out along the mast like a spider. Hicks BLOWS it off. EXTREME CLOSEUP on ammo readout: 04. BISHOP (filter; suit radio) Four minutes to overload. ANGLE Hicks blasts another Alien -- as a deafening SQUAWK of feedback rattles the suit radios, followed by a waves of STATIC. EXT. SPACE The U.P.P. interceptor, pitted and scorched by the nuking of Rodina, settles toward Anchorpoint on steering jets. CLOSEUP ON A GUNPORT sliding smoothly open, reveal the vicious-looking snout of a Gatling -style pulse-cannon. EXT. MAST -- FROM HICKS' POV as a stream of withering fire cuts a swathe thorough the swarming Aliens. VIETNAMESE COMMANDO (V.O.) (filter; over static and screaming harmonics) Come! You come! Followed by a frantic burst in her own language. EXT. SPACE -- FROM MAST Spence's POV as the interceptor nears the mast tip, the cannon still pumping. The airlock in the interceptor's lower surface slides open. Light from inside. Spence kicks off from the mast, manages to grab the rim of the interceptor's airlock. Hicks FIRES his last round into an Alien on the mast. The interceptor still coming down, crumpling the tip of the mast in a burst of sparks as Hicks and Bishop kick off. Hicks grabs Spence's free hand; Bishop grabs Hick's ankle. Spence hauls them all into the cramped space of the airlock. The lock closes as an Alien launches itself from the mast... INT. INTERCEPTOR AIRLOCK SOUND of the Alien as it slams into the lock. Hicks, Bishop, Spence are crammed in like sardines. EXT. INTERCEPTOR LOCK The Alien scrabbling furiously for a hold... INT. INTERCEPTOR As the inner lock opens and the commando plunges her tattooed arms in to yank Spence free. Spence fumbles with her helmet and snaps it off. Bishop pulls himself from the lock; in spite of his leg, he dives for the ship's controls. His hands dart from one switchboard to the next. Nothing happens. He look up through his faceplate at the commando. BISHOP (voice muffled by his helmet) Go! She looks at him impassively. Beat. Then reaches past to press a sequence of three buttons. EXT. SPACE The interceptor. The Aliens cluster like aphids along the mast. The interceptor's ENGINES erupt in a gout of flame. EXT. SPACE -- ANOTHER ANGLE The Alien on the airlock loses its grip, tumbles into the rocket blast. EXT. ANCHORPOINT -- INTERCEPTOR'S POV The statio n is receding The fusion package goes overload. WHITEOUT. Beat. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: A SINGLE STAR Then another star. Then the interceptor, adrift, showing no lights. EXT. INTERCEPTOR -- ANOTHER ANGLE Additional damage visible from the Anchorpoint blast. |
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