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 DISSOLVE TO: INT. THE BUBBLE Rosetti, Trent, Fox, and Welles. WELLES And Bishop has agreed to undergo complete physical and chemical analysis? ROSETTI He requested it himself. FOX Results? TRENT No irregularities so far. No trace of the alien cellular material... WELLES Tampering, then? Reprogramming? Any new circuits in our Mr. Bishop? Any little surprises courtesy of the U.P.P.? TRENT No. Nothing. FOX And his data on the Aliens? All there? Intact? TRENT Yes, it seems to be. But if his memory's been tampered with, we'd have no way of knowing. Neither would he... WELLES In any case, we have to assume that the U.P.P. accessed Bishop's memory. That they have the data. They may also have specimens of the alien genetic material... ROSETTI In other words, you want to get on with your brief, don't you? You want Trent to clone the cultures. And you didn't want Shuman at this meeting. FOX This isn't a question of diplomacy, Colonel Rosetti. ROSETTI Isn't it? A violation of the S.A.R. treaty? FOX Has anyone mentioned military applications, Colonel? Trent? TRENT (smiles) No. I think a very nice case can be made for applied exobiology. We do have a standing order to study alien life-forms when we encounter them. Preliminary analysis of the material from Sulaco reveals a remarkable adaptive capacity. The potential for cancer research alone... WELLES Imagine, Colonel: if it can be programmed to only kill cancer cells... ROSETTI And what exactly is it you propose to do, Trent? FOX (before Trent can answer) We'll nourish the cells is stasis tubes, under constant observation. We'll terminate them before they become embryos... ROSETTI I see. Cancer research. And our motives are exclusively humanitarian. Is that it? WELLES Colonel, when Shuman gets his reply from Earth, priority will go to military development of the Alien. We know that because we know where our orders came from. The decision has already been made. FOX And potential U.P.P. research in the same direction only adds to the urgency, Colonel. ROSETTI The decision rests with me. WELLES Perhaps you misunderstood, Rosetti. The decision has been made. FOX They won't just break you, Colonel, they'll see to it that it's as though your career never happened. They're top people. That can do that. And you know it. Rosetti, with a long, cold look for both of them; he got the message: ROSETTI Shuman, of course, will have to be informed. FOX Of course. "Cancer research"... INT. MEDLAB -- SCAN UNIT Bishop patiently undergoes a scan; he lies on his back on a narrow support as a massive donut-shaped sensor moves down the length of his body. A life-size color scan -image is displayed on a large screen: his "organs." TECHNICIAN The knees. Looks like they do the joints in polycarbon... MEDIC How about it, Bishop? Knees okay? BISHOP Yes... Tentative smile. TECHNICIANS Polycarbon. Won't hold up worth a damn... INT. RODINA -- BIOLAB smaller than the Anchorpoint lab. Equipment look less advanced. The only light is the yellowish glow from a stasis tube; Braun and two assistants are clustered around the tube, observing the thing suspended there: thumb-sized, grayish-pink. An embryo. INT. ANCHORPOINT -- A TUNNEL AT THE EDGE OF THE CONSTRUCTION ZONE Hicks jogs through the tunnel. Its brightly-lit arc of white ceramic recalls London tube stations, but the floor is paved smooth and black, with freshly- painted traffic symbols. He passes a woman jogging in th e opposite direction, keeps going. Small video cameras are mounted at intervals overhead, panning slowly form side to side. As he continues, less of the tunnel is finished; sections of tile are missing, revealing pipes, wiring, structural steel. Past a certain point eh's jogging the raw steel tube, splashing through shallow puddles of condensation. Fewer lights, widely spaced. He reaches a junction and pauses, chooses a tunnel. INT. CONSTRUCTION ZONE CHAMBER -- HIGH, LONG SHOT -- HICKS comes out of the lit mouth of a tunnel. The space he enters is the size of a football stadium, but dark and industrially Gothic. Stacks of hull-plate and geodesic struts. A shower of sparks as he passes a robot welder (a la the machine in the opening sequence of "Aliens"). Down the aisle of material and heavy machinery. Spence is waiting. SPENCE Hicks. She's in the shadows, smoking a cigarette. HICKS You, huh? Why you ? SPENCE I work in the lab with Tully. He couldn't make it. HICKS Hangover? SPENCE Sacred... That forfeit agreement he had to sign. HICKS Doesn't scare you? SPENCE I haven't signed. Not yet. They've only given them to the ones who saw what happened. HICKS Why you? |
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