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 Cigarette-smoke drifts above a long narrow table in a narrow space. A half- dozen ranking TECHNOCRATS are jammed along wither side in folding chairs, with Colonel-Doctor Suslov at the head. BRAUN (Rodina's chief of R&D) Obviously, Colonel Doctor, the purpose of their mission was to obtain specimens of this lifeform. The android dissected a single specimen. One of the pre-larval forms -- like the thing that killed Lenko. AN OFFICER And you believe that these creature are of potential military importance? BRAUN Yes, provided it's possible to clone the alien spores recovered from the android's skin and clothing... SUSLOV With the goal of programming these "machines" for use as weapons? BRAUN The adult form, Colonel-Doctor, is evidently a killing-machine of great strength, extraordinary sophistication. No evidence of intelligence. Purely instinctual. INTELLIGENCE OFFICER Our sources in the corporationist infrastructure are aware of the existence of a special project with Weyland-Yutani's Weapons Division. We have been unable to penetrate their security... SUSLOV The Intelligence Officer suggests that this special project concerns the alien? DIPLOMATIC OFFICER I remind you, Colonel-Doctor, that we experiment with the alien genetic material only if we are prepared to violate primary biological warfare limitations in the Strategic Arms Reduction treaty... BRAUN An I reminds the Diplomatic Officer that the Weyland Yutani corporation is obviously prepared to do so -- that they may already be doing so... As ever, our level of technology lags slightly behind that of the capitalist cartels... But now, by chance -- MILITARY OFFICER By chance? You refer to the proven bravery and constant initiative of our People's Commando Division -- BRAUN (smoothly, a seasoned political infighter covering his bases) Not at all, Major. Their courage is unquestioned. Nonetheless, consider: we are in possession of a potential weapon -- a whole new technology, if you will -- which Weyland Yutani clearly intends to develop. We are in, as they might put it, on the ground floor. But only if we choose to be, if we choose to hold our advantage. SUSLOV I agree. We have no choice but to proceed. DIPLOMATIC OFFICER Then I go on record as strongly advising that the android be returned to Anchorpoint. Are our technicians capable of repairing the thing? BRAUN Repairing it? Why ? DIPLOMATIC OFFICER You lack a sense of the importance of gesture, Braun. Let us avoid their customary accusations of barbarism... And buy ourselves time... SUSLOV Our technicians will repair the thing. Return it to them... And we will proceed. We will clone the alien... INT. ANCHORPOINT -- TISSUE CULTURE LAB TRENT, head of BioLab, Rosetti, and Fox wait, seated, as Tully wheels a Holographic Display Module into position. The lights dim. A faint, ghostly cube shimmers in front of the three men. TRENT Initially this was merely routine, you understand. We attempted to determine its compatibility with terrestrial DNA. FOX What kind of DNA exactly, Doctor? TRENT Human, of course. Something shivers and shakes and takes form in the cube of light: a double helix threaded with green and red beads of light. TRENT (continuing) Watch closely, please. The alien genetic material looks like a cubist's vision of an art deco staircase, its asymmetrical segments glowing Day-glo green and purple. ROSETTI That's a biological structure? More like part of a machine... The alien form makes contact with the human DNA. The transformation is shockingly swift, but its stages can still be followed: the thing seems to pull itself into and through the coils, and for an instant the two are meshed, locked, and then the final stage. A new shape glows, a hybrid; the green and red beads have been altered beyond recognition. FOX Like a high-speed viral takeover...! What's the real-time duration on t his, Trent? TULLY (from the shadows beyond the glowing cube) That was it. What you see is what you get. That's how fast it is... INT. ANCHORPOINT -- MACHINE SHOP Hicks enters the cavernous shop, dodging out of the way of an emerging power- loader. The place is an oily forest of steel; machines of various kinds await repair. WALKER is at a workbench, a big man in a grease-stained vest. HICKS Hicks. Temporary duty assignment. Walker works the joystick on a handheld remote control unit. An unmanned power-loader comes to life and lumbers toward the bench. He brings it to a halt expertly, exactly where he wants it, with few casual twiddles of the stick. WALKER Walker. Know how to blow out the hydraulic lines on a force-feedback system? HICKS No. WALKER Never too late to learn. He offers Hicks a cigarette, lights it for him with a micro-torch from the bench. WALKER (continuing) You off the mystery ship, Hicks? HICKS Sulaco? What's the mystery? WALKER (lighting his own cigarette) Popular question. Whole thing's triple-classified now and word's getting around that two of the deck party never came back. HICKS (shrugs) I was iced. WALKER Sure... HICKS You ready to show me his feedback system? |
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