Alien 3 script
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Dim light. The commando is slumped against a wall of dead switches, watching
Bishop. Hick, Spence, and Bishop wear their space suits, minus helmets and
air tanks. Bishop is bending over a panel of exposed circuitry, working with
a delicate probe. His suit is open to the waist; he wears a miniature
worklight on a band across his forehead. Spence is asleep, her head on Hicks'
Bishop looks up, the beam of the worklight glaring in Hicks' eyes.
Bishop, are Spence and I... I mean...
A small steady tone SOUNDS, muffled inside Bishop's suit. He puts the probe
down and reaches into his suit, bringing out his wristwatch.
He looks at the time. The tone stops. He puts the watch down an looks at
No, you aren't. I obtained solid parameters
on the incubation period... Neither of you
is a carrier. Neither is she.
Although I couldn't be certain until...
Your watch? Until you watch went off?
Bishop reaches into his suit again and brings out a service automatic.
The commando says something angrily, wearily, in her own language.
Bishop hands her the gun. She tosses it aside with evident disgust, curls
up, eyes closed.
That was for us? If we were...
(he looks at the
She's dying, Hicks. Radiation poisoning...
Can we do anything?
Spence groans in her sleep. Hicks absently smoothes her hair back from her
You're a species again, Hicks. United against
a common enemy...
Hicks moves Spence's head, pillows her on a folded jacket, swings his way over
to the commando, offers her water from a plastic bottle. She refuses it.
The source, Hicks. You'll have to trace them
back, find the point of origin. The first
I dunno, Bishop. Maybe we just oughta stay
out of their way...
You can't, Hicks. This goes far beyond mere
interspecies competition. These creatures are
to biological life what antimatter is to matter.
How do you mean?
There isn't room for the both of you, Hicks,
not in this universe.
That's crazy, Bishop...
No. You're already at war, Hicks. War to
extermination. The alien knows no other mode.
Hell, man, we been at war all my life. Near
enough, anyway. With her.
(he looks down at
With all her brothers and sisters. That's what
got us into this shit in the first place!
But now you've seen the enemy, Hicks. So has
she. She's not it. Neither are you. This is
a Darwinian universe, Hicks. Will the alien
be the ultimate survivor?
Hicks doesn't answer. He just looks at Bishop. Bishop goes back to his
CLOSE on Spence's sleeping face, and the face of the dying commando.
Approach of a large ship.
The PING of homing radar.
ANGLE ON THE HULL
As it slides past, enormous letters: KANSAS CITY.
EXT. SPACE - ANGLE UP
From below Kansas City as a wide bay opens.
The interceptor comes INTO FRAME and is drawn up into the brightly-lit hold.
The bay closes.
Kansas City. Receding. Gone.