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 The stinger of a second Alien whips around the neck of one of the other two Marines; the Alien is clinging to the ceiling. He screams. Tully's Marine sags against the foot of Ripley's capsule, his arm across the controls -- the green indicator lights go out -- as the first Alien lunges up INTO VIEW. CLOSE On the jaws. ANGLE ON RIPLEY Her eyes snap open. RIPLEY'S POV As the beast mounts her coffin, terminal nightmare. ANGLE RIPLEY No-ooooooooooooooooooooo! Her hands claw frantically at the smooth curve of the plastic canopy. The remaining Marine, crazy w ith adrenaline and terror, unleashes his flame thrower. The first Alien and Ripley's capsule vanish in a napalm fireball. The Marine spins, screaming incoherently, and liquid fire hoses the second Alien, which drops its victim and falls burning into the deck. The vault is an inferno. Ripley's capsule is sagging, melting. DISSOLVE TO: A scorched hypersleep capsule is wheeled in under brilliant lamps. The waiting crisis team plug bio-monitor leads and a HISSING air-supply line into sockets on the capsule. A technician with a small hand-held power saw begins to cut away the heat-crazed canopy. Hands in surgical gloves lift the canopy away. Ripley lies curled in a tight fetal knot. INT. ANCHORPOINT -- MEDLAB QUARANTINE A small white room, a white bed surrounded by medical gear. Hicks, in his underwear, is hunched on the edge of the bed, impatiently smoking a cigarette. The dressing on his head and shoulders have been changed. Spence enter s. She wears a biohazard envelope over coveralls, bubble-goggles, a transparent filter-mask. SPENCE (lightly) You know you can't smoke in here? HICKS Yes, ma'am. He takes a puff. SPENCE I'm Spence. I'm not a medic, I'm from the tissue culture lab. I have to get a sample. She opens a small white case and takes out a gleaming cylinder. SPENCE (continuing) Uh, just stick your thumb in here. Hicks gives her a hard look, inserts his thumb; she touches a stud -- SNIK! -- he winces, look ruefully at his thumb. SPENCE (continuing) Sorry. (putting the tissue- sampler away) You're the last one... HICKS (grabs her wrist) The others. Ripley, Newt -- they came through okay? SPENCE Who's Newt? HICKS The kid. SPENCE Rebecca. Rebecca's fine. HICKS Ripley? SPENCE (hesitates) Ripley's fine, Hicks. HICKS Bishop. Where's Bishop? SPENCE (puzzled) Bishop? HICKS The android. SPENCE (carefully, worried that she's gotten in over her head) There were three of you. Three that I know of, anyway. Maybe you should try to sleep now. You want the nurse? They can give you something... HICKS (leaning forward, still gripping Spence's wrists) Why haven't I been debriefed? Where's the brass? SPENCE All I know is, we've all been sleeping short hours since your ship came in, soldier. A CRASH from the corridor, a pained BELLOW, and Newt scuttles in, wearing a hospital gown. She backs into a corner as a large ORDERLY rushes in, clutching his right hand. Like Spence, he wears biohazard gear. ORDERLY Goddamn it! She bit me! He starts for Newt. Hicks comes off the bed like he's mounted on springs, hand cocked for a trained blow. The Orderly backs off. NEWT (near hysteria) Where's Ripley? Where is sh e? HICKS (straightens out of hand- to-hand crouch without losing any of the threat) She's asking you a question. ORDERLY You looking to get yourself sedated, Corporal? NEWT Where is she? HICKS Now I'm asking you the question... Spence yanks her mask down in a reflexive, very human gesture. Move slowly toward Newt, extending her hand. SPENCE Rebecca... Newt. Honey. It's okay. Ripley's going to be okay. C'mon now, I'll take you, you can see her... ORDERLY Spence, there's no way -- He moves to stop them, but Hicks takes a very deliberate step forward. INT. MEDLAB -- ANOTHER ROOM Ripley lies in a coma, monitored by assorted white consoles. Her forehead is taped with half a dozen small electrodes. Newt, expressionless, walks slowly to the bedside as Hicks and Spence look on. SPENCE She's sleeping. (she and Hicks exchange glances) Sometimes people need to sleep... To get over things... Newt looks up at a monitor that display's Ripley's EEG. Watches the jitter of peaks and valleys. NEWT Is Ripley dreaming? SPENCE I don't know honey. NEWT It's better not to. EXT. RODINA, THE U.P.P. STATION -- VARIOUS ANGLES |
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