Alien: Resurrection Page #13

---

VRIESS:

We're coming...

Johner scrambles down next to Vriess.

he checks the pulse in Christie's neck.

Vriess, man... he's dead.

Refusing to hear it, Vriess struggles to climb further.

VRIESS:

We'll get him to medlab... just a little while ...

Johner looks over at Hillard. Without saying a word, she pull out a

good-sized hunting knife, flicks it open.

She slices through the cord holding them together, and Christie's body

falls free.

Vriess shuts his eyes, feeling it. ANGLE: DOWN THE SHAFT

There is silence as Christie's body drops down the black abyss

Until, from up the shaft next to where he fell, we see two ALIENS

COMING UP.

PURVIS:

F***! Company!

Hillard looks up the shaft.

HILLARD:

How much further?,

JOHNER:

Too f***ing far. Let's G0 !

They start to climb, but the aliens are making much better time.

A loud CLACKING sounds from the bottom of the shaft. A few of them

look down.

ANGLE:
DOWN THE SHAFT

The aliens are still coming, but suddenly the lift passes them heading

up at high speed.

JOHNER:

They can work the elevators? Is there anything f***ing else we should

know about them?!

He's addressing this at Ripley, but she's as puzzled as the rest of

them.

The lift comes up to them, stops suddenly as emergency brake is

flipped.

They wait, guns ready. Out of the hatch pops Call, not especially dead.

CALL:

Get on!

A moment of stunned silence, then they all jump on top of the lift.

Call drops back down inside.

An alien comes up level with the lift, prepares to jump. St Just

shoots the sh*t out of it.

HILLARD:

Where are the others?

CUT TO:
INT. LIFT - CONTINUOUS

Call flips the brake off, and the lift shoots up. She is holding her

jacket closed around her chest wound, but it doesn't seem to bother

her particularly much.

ANGLE:
ON TOP

Everybody holds on as the lift flies up the shaft.

ANGLE:
INSIDE

Call waits for the signal to stop and an alien PUNCHES THROUGH the

bottom of the lift. Call yells as it gets its head and an arm through,

clawing for her.

ANGLE:
ON THE BOTTOM

We see the other half of the alien clinging to the lift.

ANGLE:
ON TOP

Ripley sees the door approaching

RIPLEY:

stop!

ANGLE:
INSIDE

Call hits the emergency button and the lift stops halfway in front of

the door -

- giving both Ripley and Call access. Bu the alien is still grabbing

for her --

Ripley pries open the doors again, the crew pouring out into the hall.

Ripley follows, jumps down and opens the lift doors

The alien hisses at Ripley as she pulls Call out -- the -alien grabs

Call's ankle, but

Ripley wrenches her free.

They roll out but the alien is still fighting, Pulling itself inside

the lift.

Ripley grabs Hillardl's shotgun. Levels it at the cables holding the

lift. FIRES.

The lift PLUMMIETS, the alien still halfway in.

It shoots down the shaft -- picking up the second alien on its way

down, neither beast able to get its bearing and get out of the way as--

The lift SMASHES into the bottom of the shaft, crushing both the Aliens

to jelly.

ANGLE:
UPPER DOOR

Johner triumphantly sticks his head in the shaft.

JOHNER:

Eat that, fuckneck!!

They all breathe hard, exhausted, before they can muster for the next

stretch.

Call stands with her back to them.

VRIESS:

Baby, am I glad to see you. I thought dickbag took you out for sure.

Are you, hurt?

CALL:

I'm fine.

DISTEPHANO:

You got body armour on?

CALL:

Yeah. Come on.

Ripley isn't buying.

RIPLEY:

You were Gunshot. I saw.

CALL:

I'm fine!

Ripley spins her around. Call stares at Ripley, sullenly a small

trickle of milky white fluid comes from her nostril. Ripley looks down.

ANGLE:
CALL'S CHEST

Wren has indeed made a messy hole here, but where blood and bone should

be there is a tangle of synthorganic wiring. To state the obvious:

A robot.

JOHNER:

Call's a goddam sythetic!

HILLARD:

Son of a b*tch. Little Annalee's just full of surprises.

RIPLEY (quietly)

I should have known.

ST JUST:

Couldn't smell this one out?

RIPLEY:

No, I mean... all that crap about being human - there's no one so

zealous as a Born Again.

VRIESS (to Call)

You're an LM7, aren't you? Is that it?

CALL:

Leave me alone.

Her voice shocks her more than anyone her vocal track slip affected by

the wounds.

The voice is a shade slow, and echoes strangely.

VRIESS:

Call ....

CALL (bitterly)

Yes.

ST JUST:

LM7? Sh*t. That explains a lot.

YRIESS (to Ripley)

The latest and best. They were supposed to revitalize the synthetic

industy.

Instead they buried it.

Ripley looks at the girl.

RIPLEY:

They were-too good.

VRIESS:

Oh yeah. Overrode their own behavioral inhibitors. Didn't feel like

being told what to do.

The government ordered a recall. F***ing massacre.

HILLARD:

1 always heard there were a few that got out alive, but man... I never

thought I'd see one.

Johner starts laughing.

JOHNER:

Oh, Christ. Doing f***ing nickel and dime border runs, selling second

hand junk to the farm belt... and we're carrying the most expensive

piece of contraband in the system.

That's rich.

PURVIS (getting anxious)

It's great, she's a toaster oven... Can we leave now?

Vriess tries to touch Call's wound.

VRIESS:

Let me see.

Call pulls away.

JOHNER:

Yeah, get your socket wrench, Vriess.

Maybe she just needs an oil change.

RIPLEY:

Let's go.

They start off again, Johner and St Just bringing up the rear

JOHNER:

Can't believe I almost f***ed the thing.

ST JUST:

Yeah, like you've never f***ed a robot.

ANGLE:
RIPLEY

Letting DiStephano lead.

RIPLEY:

DiStephano. Where are we?

DISTEPHANO:

Upper decks... Storage... the chapell's up here, not much else.

RIPLEY:

Can we get to the ship?

DISTEPHANO:

Well, we're a ways out,of the way, but I think we can get through to

the garden.

From there, it's down a few levels, it's do-able.

What if the f***ing doctor gets there first?

VRIESS:

It's a good point.

DISTEPHANO:

Sh*t.

They have reached an access door. Debris blocks the way.

RIPLEY:

Another way?

DISTEPHANO:

Uh, yeah. Through the wall. We'll have to get one of these panels

off. It'll take a while.

(to Vriess) You got tools?

VRIESS:

Yeah, but no torch.

JOHNER:

F***ing blow the door!

HILLARD:

Assface, We're on the top of this thing.

(pointing to the ceiling)

That's hull.

VRIESS:

What about Wren? if he gets in the computer he can really f*** us

around.

RIPLEY:

We have to get in too.

DISTEPHANO:

There's no access console on this level. We'd have to-backtrack.

HILLARD:

F*** that.

DISTEPHANO:

And I don't have the security access that Wren does anyway.

Ripley turns to Call.

RIPLEY:

Call.

CALL:

No. I can't.

JOHNER.

Bullshit. She's a damn well talking machine.

CALL:

There's another way.

DISTEPHMO:

Just tell her to access it on remote.

VRIESS:

Sh*t, that's right. Any of the new model droids can access the

mainframe.

JOHNER:

Just by blinking.

CALL:

I can't.

ST JUST:

No time to get coy, Annalee.

CALL:

I can't. I burned my modem drive. We all did.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes