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 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. ROSETTI At ease, Hicks. Be seated. My name is Rosetti. Station's military attach_. From my right: Trent, exobiology... Shuman, Diplomatic Corps... From your right... FOX I'm Kevin Fox, Hicks. This is Susan Welles. We're with the Company. We'd like to congratulate you on a successful mission. HICKS Successful? I lost my squad in that hole... WELLES But you returned, Corporal. And you've rescued the colony's sole survivor... ROSETTI (picks up a sheaf of printout) We've all read the transcript of you debriefing, Hicks... HICKS Where's Bishop? Sir. ROSETTI (blinks) If you don't mind, Hicks, we'll table that until -- TRENT 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... ROSETTI Trent, the subject is classified. Corporal Hicks' security rating need to be upgraded before we can -- HICKS (ignoring Rosetti, he addresses Trent) I've already told you everything I know. ROSETTI Hick -- FOX Let the Corporal have his say, Colonel. After a ll, he's seen these creatures in action. ROSETTI You ordered the subject classified Maximum Security, Fox. TRENT 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... WELLES Corporal Hick asked the right questions to begin with. ROSETTI (stiffly) To answer your question, Hicks: we aren't certain. WELLES (heavy sarcasm) But we can guess, can't we Colonel? HICKS (to Welles) Whe re? FOX Rodina station. HICKS The U.P.P.? What's the U.P.P. got to go with this? ROSETTI 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. Nothing. (he hesitates) Sulaco's computer indicates a covert boarding operation... FOX "Indicates"... SHUMAN 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 hands. WELLES We arrived with a policy brief, Shuman, and you've seen it. We're here to implement that brief. ROSETTI And you orders predate knowledge of U.P.P. involvement. FOX We're here to do our job, Colonel. SHUMAN In this case, "doing your job" might involve the distinct possibility of precipitating nuclear war -- ROSETTI (quick to break in; the subject's too sensitive for enlisted ears) Any further questions for the Corporal? No? In that case, Hicks... HICKS Sir. 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. TULLY Hey. SPENCE 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... TULLY 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 shares, right? SPENCE You joking, Tully? 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. SPENCE Here. All yours. Orders are, you use the |
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