Alien 3 script
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INT. THE BUBBLE
Three members (Rosetti, TRENT, SHUMAN) of Anchorpoint's directorate are
seated at a
round table; with them are Fox and Welles. Hicks comes to
attention and salutes.
At ease, Hicks. Be seated. My name is Rosetti.
Station's military attach_. From my right:
Trent, exobiology... Shuman, Diplomatic Corps...
From your right...
I'm Kevin Fox, Hicks. This is Susan Welles.
We're with the Company. We'd like to congratulate
you on a successful mission.
Successful? I lost my squad in that hole...
But you returned, Corporal. And you've rescued
the colony's sole survivor...
(picks up a sheaf of printout)
We've all read the transcript of you debriefing,
Where's Bishop? Sir.
If you don't mind, Hicks, we'll table that
I've read the transcript. Are you certain,
Hicks, that you have nothing more to tell us
about the alien's life cycle? Detail, Hicks.
Detail is crucial...
Trent, the subject is classified. Corporal
Hicks' security rating need to be upgraded
before we can --
(ignoring Rosetti, he
I've already told you everything I know.
Let the Corporal have his say, Colonel. After
ll, he's seen these creatures in action.
You ordered the subject classified Maximum
I seriously doubt the Corporal Hicks knows
anything more than he's already told us.
Which is a great pity. But the android, Bishop,
was designed for scientific observation. A
Hyperdyne model A/5, a walking data bank...
Corporal Hick asked the right questions to
To answer your question, Hicks: we aren't
But we can guess, can't we Colonel?
The U.P.P.? What's the U.P.P. got to go with
Sulaco's navigation system failed. You were
in disputed territory for something over
eighty-five minutes, Hicks. The U.P.P. would
ordinarily respond to that as a violation of
their space. So far there's been no protest.
Sulaco's computer indicates a covert boarding
To put it in diplomatic terms, Hicks, they've
got our ass in a sling. If they want to regard
the Sulaco incident as a hostile act -- and let
me assure you t
hat they will, eventually -- they
can compromise our position in the current round
of arms reduction talks. We're talking serious
ramifications here. Then we have the communications
lag to and from Earth. A week either way. So
we're looking at a fourteen day wait for policy
clarification. We may have a major crisis on our
We arrived with a policy brief, Shuman, and you've
seen it. We're here to implement that brief.
And you orders predate knowledge of U.P.P.
We're here to do our job, Colonel.
In this case, "doing your job" might involve the
distinct possibility of precipitating nuclear
(quick to break in; the
subject's too sensitive for
Any further questions for the Corporal? No?
In that case, Hicks...
Hicks stands, salutes.
INT. ACHORPOINT -- R & R ZONE, "THE MALL"
Tully slopes along looking haggard and spaced. He wears his trademark
jacket. The Mall is a cross between a Hyatt atrium and an airport shopping
concourse: shops, vegetation, fast food outlets, a bar. He arrives at what
are apparently elevator doors. The doors open on a miniature subway car.
Tully steps in and the doors close.
INT. TISSUE CULTURE LAB
Spence is working with cultures. Her arms are up to the elbows in a pair of
white gloves mounted in round openings on the side of a transparent plastic
tank. She looks up as Tully enters.
You look like homemade shit.
(she withdraws her hands,
the gloves pop out)
What happened down there, Tully? There's some
kind of security blackout on...
Yeah. And I'm part of it... I can't tell you
anything. Had to sign a whole new set of papers.
Talk to anybody and I lose my shares. All my
You joking, Tully?
Wish I were...
(changes the subject)
What's the old man got for me to dick around
with this shift?
She crosses to a lab bench and takes something from a white wire basket.
Here. All yours. Orders are, you use the