Alien 3 script
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Smaller than Anchorpoint.
INT. RODINA - CYBERNETICS LAB
CLOSE on Bishop. He stares straight ahead, the corner of his mouth twitching
mechanically. PULL BACK. Bishop's torso is mounted in the center of a large
square platform; tubes are wires snake from his rui
ned lower ribcage. The
walls of the labs are lined with monitor screens and printers.
Information is being reamed out of the android at high speed, printouts of
measurements, graphs, formulas. COLONEL-DOCTOR SUSLOV is beside the
Vietnamese Commando, who wears a sleeveless fatigue-blouse revealing
regimental tattoos: a yin-yang, hashmarks, an ID marker like a supermarket
bar-code. They watch as a graphics program generates a detailed anatomical
drawing of a face-hugger on a large monitor. She says something short and
emphatic in Vietnamese, repeats it: yes.
He taps a keypad and the face-hugger vanishes. The screen begins to draft an
Alien in side and frontal projections.
(eyes fixed on the screen in
horror and fascination)
On the slab, the robotic tic still works the corner of Bishop's mouth.
INT. SULACO -- CARGO LOCK
Two TECHNICIANS in biohazard gear squat on either side of Bishop's legs. An
electronic microscope has been set up on a low tripod. A small monitor
displays magnified skin and a few dark gobules. One Technician extracts an
ultra-fine probe from its sterile package and leans forward.
TECH WITH PROBE
You getting tape of this, Miller?
You bet your ass. Orders.
TECH WITH PROBE
That's good because I'd swear I just saw a
piece of this shit move...
On the monitor, the tip of the probe trembles, brushes one of the globules.
The Second Tech takes it, inserts it in a plastic tube, seals the tube in a
small metal canisters, and writes #17 on the side in red grease pen.
Since when do androids get diseases?
TECH WITH PROBE
I dunno. Sur
e looks like something got to
this poor bastard...
INT. ROSETTI'S OFFICE CUBICLE
COLONEL ROSETTI, Colonial Marines, is Anchorpoint's head of military
operations. His office is furnished in the best futuro-Pentagon style:
imitation rosewood, division insignia plaques, a desktop model of the drop
ships from "Aliens."
Rosetti glances up from his monitor as his SECRETARY enters, a young woman
in semi-dress Marine uniform.
(hands him a stiff red plastic
Welles and Fox, Colonel. Military Sciences,
Rosetti eyes the envelope with evident distaste, scrawls his signature in the
required box before opening it, removes documents, and the empty envelope
Show them in.
ROSETTI'S POV -- CLOSEUP
on two plastic microfiche cards, each with front and side views of Fox and
es, retinal I.D. images, scaled-down fingerprints, etc. Stamped "MILISCI,
Kevin Fox, Colonel.
ROSETTI'S POV -- FOX
is tanned, athletic, hyperconfident, his smile a heart-less display of state-
of-the-art enamel-bonding techniques. WELLES is just behind him.
Same spa-tuned look, same expensive casualwear.
(flatly, with no other
effort at greeting)
Welcome to Anchorpoint.
Fox and Welles seat themselves without waiting to be asked.
We're impressed, Colonel. Susan and I are
The videos don't really give you an idea of the
scale, do they?
She might as well be talking about a tour of Notre Dame.
But we're particularly impressed with your
handling of the situation, the situation so far.
We're impressed with you cooperation...
(flicking the cards down on
his desktop with suppressed
We call it "following orders."
Yes. It would simplify things if everyone did,
wouldn't it? Particularly the civilian component
of that Deck Squad. I think we may have a
potential problem there...
We've been going over psyche profiles, Colonel.
Anchorpoint seems to be the kinds of project
that attracts... idealists.
(with a thin grin)
Let's just say we've noticed a certain antipathy
to Military Sciences, Colonel. A certain lack
of sympathy with the goals of the Weapons
Anchorpoint is under Colonial Administration
authority. This isn't a military operation. If
it were, we'd be in violation of the Strategic
Arms Reductions treaty.
Looks great on paper, Colonel, but we want the
civilians who boarded Sulaco sewn up. Tight.
Forfeit of shares, for starts. Anyone talks,
they lose their shares. We've found it reasonably
effective, in most cases...
(taking a sheaf of
printout from his
But that's a simple matter. This isn't. Sulaco's
data base indicates a boarding operation en
A boarding operation? Why wasn't I informed?
We're informing you. You seem to have lost an
android, Colonel. The Union of Progressive
Peoples have Bishop...
INT. ANCHORPOINT -- ENTRANCE TO ANTI-BUGGING BUBBLE
A MARINE ushers Hicks into a large bare chamber. Hicks wears his dress
uniform. The room is dominated by the bubble, a mirrored sphere.
This way, Corporal.
The Marine leads Hicks up a gangway. Hicks enters the bubble. The Marine
closes the door behind him.