Alien: Resurrection Page #14

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VRIESS:

You can still patch in manually. You know that.

Call looks over at the group, staring at her. She knows she doesn't

have a choice.

DISTEPHANO:

There's ports in the chapel.

RIPLEY:

Come on.

(to the others)

You get started on that wall.

CUT TO:
INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUOU@

Ripley and Call enter the small room. Ripley sits in one of the pews,

pulls out a bible.

it somewhat resembles a Newton Under the leather flap is a screen

reading.:

HOLY BIBLE. PRE START.

Ripley pulls out the cord from the bible's port, holds it up

CALL:

Don't make me do this.

RIPLEY:

Don't make me make you.

CALL:

I don't want to go in there.

RIPLEY:

Get over it.

CALL:

It's like... your insides are liquid. It's not real.

RIPLEY:

You can blow the ship. Before it reaches Earth. Kill them all. Just

give us time to get

out first.

That convinces Call. She pulls up her sleeve, and begins. pushes a

part of her forearm,

just below the crook of her elbow. It has a spring release catch, and

a small panel rises

up with two computer ports on it. She takes the cable from Ripley and

plugs it in.

It looks almost like she's mainlining heroin.

She c*cks her head.

CALL:

Dammit.

RIPLEY:

Anything?

CALL:

Hold on.

She reaches in her chest, reconnects some tubes. She twitches then

shuts her eyes.

It's beginning.

She begins speaking very rapidly, eyes still shut.

CALL:

Breach in sector seven sector three sector nine unstable -- engines

operating at eighty

six percent -forty six minutes until earthdock.

Her voice has a slight mechanical quality as she rattles this off. Her

eyes open.

CALL:

We burned too much energy -- I can't make critical mass. I can't blow

it.

RIPLEY:

Then crash it.

TO:
INT. HALL - CONTINUOUS

As the crew works at getting the wall panel off,.

TO:
INT. CHAPPEL A BIT LATER

CALL:

Ground level recalibrated... new destination 760, 403. Done. Forty

one minutes until impact.

RIPLEY:

Try to clear us a path to the ship.

CALL:

Tracking movement in sublevels six through nine. Video is down.

Attempted rerouting

nonfunctional, wait, partial visual in waste tank 5, unauthorized

presence...

VRIESS:

Unauthorized?

CALL:

Nonhuman.

RIPLEY:

How many?

Please wait.. emergency override on. console 45V, level one...

handprint ID...

(like herself)

It's Wren. He's almost at the Betty.

RIPLEY:

And how doyou feel about that?

CUT TO:
INT. HALL - CONTINUOUS

Wren is holding his hand to the scanner, just as Call described. The

red light turns

green and we hear the locks the door crack open.

FATHER:

Emergency override validated.

The door begins to rise. Looking around him, Wren waits to through.

The door grinds to a halt, still too low to climb under. The lights go

out, only the faintest glow coming from various instrument panels.

wren's expression drains.

WREN:

Father, reboot systems on 45V, authorization 'starling'.

Nothing happens. Wren looks about him, beginning to sweat.

Did the aliens do this?

WREN:

Father, locate power drain, report.

Father?

CALL - (on the system)

Father's dead, a**hole.

Wren spins in shock at the sound of Call's voice. it,s everywhere

around him.

She has downloaded her vocal matrix place of Father's.

(She's not just speaking over a PA, she is the PA.)

The door SLAMS back-down, locks clack into place. The doors behind him

open up,

emergency lighting pulsing along toward him.

CALL\SHIP

Intruder on level one... all aliens please proceed to level one.

Wren is freaking. He turns back down the corridor, looking about him

wildly.

CUT TO:
INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUOUS

Call pulls the cord out of her port.

RIPLEY:

You got a mean strak.

CALL:

It's done. That should hold the f***.

This as her voice track slips even more. She works the wires in her

cheest, trying

to fix it.

RIPLEY:

Let me see

CALL:

Don't touch me.

Ripley backs off.

CALL:

You must think this is pretty funny.

RIPLEY:

Yes. But I'm finding a lot of things funny lately. And I'm not sure

they are.

CALL:

Why do you go on living? How can you stand it? How can you stand...

yourself?

Ripley shrugs.

RIPLEY:

Not so hard. Not much choice.

CALL:

At least there's part of you that's human. I'm just... f***. Look at

me....

She looks at the hole in her chest, the white and sticky fibers.

CALL:

I'm disgusting.

Her voice is at its slowest here, low and eerie. It's a mechanical

problem, but

it sounds just like despair.

RIPLEY:

Do you dream?

CALL:

I ... we have neural processors that run through.... (stops) Yes.

RIPLEY:

When I sleep, I dream about it. Them. Every night. All around me ...

in me.

I used to be afraid to dream, but I'm not anymore.

CALL:

Why?

RIPLEY:

Because no matter how bad the dreams get ... when I wake up it's always

worse.

Purvis enters.

PURVIS:

I guess we're almost there.

RIPLEY:

Right.

He exits again. Call finishes fiddling with her internal wiring. We

hear her voice slip back to normal as she says:

CALL:

Let's get going.

CUT TO:
INT. TUNNEL

As they come one by one through the wall.

DISTEPHANO:

Not far now.

PURVIS:

God, I'm so tired...

JOHNER:

Yeah, well, we'll sleep when we're dead.

Ripley follows him through.

RIPLEY:

Don't count on it.

The rest of them come through and walk into:

INT. THE GARDEN CONTINUOUS

The Garden runs nearly half a mile straight across, and then down on a

terraced slope.

Everywhere are different kinds of plants: trees, vegetable plants,

exotic and experimental hybrids.

Access paths crisscross the beds.

It's huge, the single biggest space on the ship. Yet the low ceiling,

laticed with grow-lamps now dim in nightcycle, and prodigeous

undergrowth make it labyrinthian, almost claustrophobic.

From where the crew is, they can barely see where it slopes down.

JOHNER:

What's this f***ing deal?

DISTEPHMO:

This supplies most of the food for the unit.

VRIESS (holding a lucious ripe pear)

You guys got something against spam?

DISTEPHMO:

And there's some lab work here too. Hybridization.

RIPLEY:

At the other end?

DISTEPHMO:

Runs down to the by the waste tanks. We can get to the dock from

there. You, okay?

Ripley is holding her head. She shuts her eyes.

CALL:

What is it?

Ripley shakes it off.

RIPLEY:

Nothing. I'm okay.

She looks out at the jungle, they have to cross.

CALL:

We should get moving.

ST JUST:

Hey! Check it out!

He has come upon a small loading truck, a sort of platform jeep.

Vriess checks it out, takes a huge bite of his pear.

VRIESS:

Beats walking.

He hauls himself up-into it. Everybody piles onto the back flatbed just

a foot or so off the ground and just big enough to hold everyone but

Vriess, Call and Ripley, who pushes into the driver's seat.

VRIESS:

Quickly and quietly, people.

Ripley stares unconprehendingly at the controls for a momen till Call

flips on the ignition.

RIPLEY:

Thank,you.

The jeep pulls out. It's electric, so it emits just a low hum as she

takes it at a good clip toward the other side.

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