Alien: Resurrection Page #10
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- 1997
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I wake up, I don't understand... I saw something... horrible ...
CALL:
Look, you come with us. It's dangerous here.
Ripley SNIFFS. C*cks her head.
RIPLEY:
Leave him.
CALL:
F*** you. We're not leaving anyone on this boat.
RIPLEY:
He's carrying..
JOHNER:
He's what?
RIPLEY:
He's got one....inside him. I can smell it.
PURVIS:
Inside me? What?
JOHNER:
Sh*t, I don't want one of those things birthing anywhere near my ass.
VRIESS:
It's a bad risk.
CALL:
We can't just leave him.
VRIESS:
I thought you came here to stop them from spreading.
CALL (to Wren, torn)
Isn't there a process, can't you stop it?
ST JUST:
We've got no time for that.
WREN:
I couldn't do it here. The lab's torn apart.
ST JUST (quietly)
I could do him. Painless, back of the head. Might be the best way.
CALL:
There's gotta be another way. If we freeze him --
PURVIS:
WHAT'S IN-F***ING-SIDE ME?!?!?
They all look at him, a bit sheepishly.
WREN:
A parasite. A foreign element that ....
Ripley steps in front of the doctor.
RIPLEY:
There's a monster in your stomach. They (indicating the smugglers)
hijacked your cryotube and sold you to him (indicatingWren) and he put
an alien in you. In a few hours it will punch its way through your
chest and you'll die. Any questions?
Purvis is wide-eyed, stunned. After a moment he stammers
PURVIS:
Who are you?
RIPLEY:
I'm the monster's mother.
She starts heading out of the chamber. Call turns to the others.
CALL:
He comes with us. We can freeze him on the Betty and get the doctor to
remove it later.
WREN:
All right.
JOHNER:
Since when are you in f***ing charge?
CALL:
Since you were born without balls.
VRIESS:
Ease off, people.
CHRISTIE (to Purvis, herding him along)
Come with us. You might even live. Get twitchy on me and you will be
shot.
They move out.
CUT-TO:
INT. HALL - LATERstill in the same general area, still looking around every corner.
It's been too quiet too long, and the group senses that & They move
into
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM TWO - CONTINUOUS
It's in bad shape, so we might not recognize it as the chamber the
queen was in.
WREN:
She's gone.
ST JUST:
Who?
WREN:
The Queen.
JOHNER:
Good.
He is loooking into the room.the queen was kept in. A residue of slime
is all that's left here.
Beyond the queen's chamber is another observation room. Wren indicates
that they have to go through.
Suddenly a burner blast FIRES at them, just missing them as they duck.
They hear more blasts, not aimed at them, and screams.
SOLDIER (O.S.)
Pull back! Pull back!
OTHER SOLDIER (O.S.)
It's on me!
Ripley looks up and can just see two aliens making short work of a
group of soldiers.
Call instantly moves to attack, and Ripley grabs her, holds tight.
CALL:
We've got to help them!
RIPLEY:
Can't.
CALL:
You b*tch, let go of me!
She does, and Call rises.
The noise is gone. What she can see of the soldiers-is parts.
She is shaking at the vision when an alien RISES in front on the
soldiers. Call ducks back down, terrified.
Christie hisses at her.
CHRISTIE:
You want to get yourself killed, then you run solo.
ST JUST:
How many?
RIPLEY:
At least two.
ST JUST:
Think they heard us?
RIPLEY:
Yep.
HILLARD:
Fine by me ...
JOHNER:
Yeah, let 'em come.
CHRISTIE:
Wren. Any other way around?
Wren shakes his head.
CHRISTIE:
We can't just walk in there.
WREN (thinking)
No. No, but they can.
CHRISTIE:
Say again?
WREN:
The cages all have failsafes. Liquid nitrogen. Get 'em to come to us
and I can freeze em.
CHRISTIE:
Excellent. Get-ready.
Wren goes over to the failsafe button. The others look out at the
aliens.
CHRISTIE:
Okay... (calls out) Hey!
VRIESS:
Hey, guys!
JOHNER:
Here, kitty...
The aliens react, start for the cage. Four 'of them. They reach the
edge of it and stop.
Look around, at each other..
But go nowhere.
DISTEPHMO:
They're not coming.
JOHNER:
Hey! Fresh meat here!
RIPLEY.
They know it's a trap.
RANE:
Oh, bullshit!
CHRISTIE:
What do we do?
JOHNER:
Shoot the f***ing things!
VRIESS:
There's too many, and we don't have the angle.
RIPLEY:
Bait.
CALL:
What?
RIPLEY:
Give em a reason to go in there. Throw somebody in.
HILLARD:
F*** you!
RIPLEY:
DO we want to live? Give em her.
She indicates Call, who looks around, nervous at the lack of protest
about this idea.
Ripley points at Rane.
RIPLEY:
Or the skinny one, it doesn't matter. We can't resist the smell of
meat.
CALL:
We ?
JOHNER:
F***, I'm with her! Give 'em Annalee!
CHRISTIE:
Now hold on
DISTEPHMO:
You people are insane.
JOHNER:
Now you're not exactly in the club either, soldier.
People start pointing guns at each other.
RANE:
F*** you all, I'm not dying for you.
CALL:
Stop this.
Ripley grabs her. Looks at the others.
RIPLEY:
Come on! Do you want to live or not?
(to Call) It won't hurt long.
CALL (terrified)
Noo...
RIPLEY (to Wren)
NOW!
Wren hits the button just as three aliens are bounding across the cage
-- they're almost to the posse, people screaming, scrambling, when the
freezing gas hits, turning the beasts to statues.
The forth one sees this and flees, but St Just stands and put four
bullets in it from forty yards. It slumps over.
Everyone is silent, stunned. Breathing hard.
VRIESS (realizes)
Fear.
Ripley nods.
VRIESS:
That's how they knew it was a trap. They couldn't smell the fear.
RIPLEY (looking at Call)
So I gave them some.
JOHNER (gleefully)
Son of a b*tch!
He pops up and FIRES at the frozen aliens - - they EXPLODE into
fragments.
CUT TO:
EXT. AURIGAGildihg through space, passing Jupiter's moons with dazzling speed.
CUT TO:
INT. HALL LATERRipley and Call are on point. Ripley looks down the hall. Call is
staring at her, and
Ripley can feel the girls eyes on her back.
RIPLEY(without looking around)
Did you think I was going to... feed you to them?
CALL:
Ripley smiles. She may be right.
RIPLEY:
I want to live.
CALL:
And you don't care about anything else.
RIPLEY:
No.
CALL (bitterly)
I guess you're more human than I thought.
RIPLEY:
Why did you come here?
CALL:
To kill you, remember? (after a beat) Because somebody has to.
RIPLEY:
well it's not me. I did my time. Now I just want to...
She stops dead, staring at a door.
CLONING STORAGE FACILITY is written on it. Stencilled beneath that is
`numbers 1-7`.
Ripley stares. Tries the door, which opens.
DISTEPHMO:
That's not the way.
CHRISTIE:
Ripley, we got no time for sightseeing.
Ripley is looking down at her arm, at the 8 tattooed on it.
She looks at Call. Looks back at wren.
WREN:
Ripley... don't.
She enters.
CUT TO:
INT. CLONING STORAGE FACILITY - CONTINUOUSShe stands a moment, staring, before proceeding through it. Call
stands in the doorway, others crowding behind her. Every face registers
the horror of what they are seeing, but none more so than Ripley's
Numbers one through seven. The first failed efforts to clone Ripley.
They are lined up like museum exhibits -- or side show freaks.
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