Alien: Resurrection Page #19

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It rears up to see it just as the girl RAMS it into the creatures head,

it knocks it on its ass, the harvester shaking but not quite spinning

out, as Call comes around for another shot.

Ripley scrambles to safety as the Newborn prepares for the oncoming

harvester, it whips its tentacles at it but Call swerves at the last

second -- The monster spins with it, screaming, sees Ripley and slashes

at her. KNOCKS HER OFF THE CLIFF --

She falls, grabs brush it snaps -- she starts slinding down rockface

and she takes her hand, SLAMS her fingers into the smooth rock face

like a pick axe -- it rips her nails bloody but she digs out purchase.

ANGLE:
CALL

SLAMS into the newborn from behind, the girl nearly thrown out of the

harvester, the newborn spins and grabs it, Call throws it into reverse

but the newborn is too strong, holds on, bringing its head up to face

Call herself.

ANGLE:
RIPLEY'S

Bloody and torn, it SMASHES into the rockface, as she climbs back to

the top

ANGLE:
THE NEWBORN

SWINGS the harvester into a tree, Call nearly knocked loose again. The

monster is jolted as well, lets go, Call pilots the machine back

through the trees, the alien watching it, growling --

Call flies deftly through the trees, away, away, then spins out, heads

back for the beast at TOP SPEED, the wind roars as she closes

The newborn spins and she SLAMS into it, it goes flying, screaming in

pain, the harvester bouncing off it, flipping over, CRASHING against

the trees and landing tilted upside down, Call unconscious between it

and the ground.

The newborn shudders, rises, makes for the harvester -- it clearly

pissed.

Ripley pulls herself over the ridge, sees the situation, rushes toward

them.

Call awakens to see the monster approaching the machine. Terrified,

but determined, she reaches for a lever

RIPLEY:

No! Over here!

Calling out to distract it, she runs, waving her arms.

CALL:

Ripley! Let it come! Let it come!

Tears run through her voice as she strains for the lever. The beast is

torn, and for a moment doesn't move.

Ripley looks over to where Call is, and understanding blooms on her

face.

She looks around and spots:

ANGLE:
THE GRENADE LAUNCHER

Halfway between her and the newborn.

For a moment neither of them moves. Then Ripley RUNS, the newborn

comes at her with equal speed, like they're playing chicken, Ripley

DIVES at the ground, rolls, comes up holdin the grenade launcher, and

she FIPES!

The newborn is hit up close and dead center this time, and it rears

back, screaming -

- Ripley FIRES and FIRES, driving it back toward the upended harvester.

The alien rears up to its full height, and Ripley pulls.the trigger.

There is a hollow click.

Furious, Ripley stares a moment at the beast. A SSCREAM wells up in

her throat and she

THROWS herself at it, leaping impossibly high, smashing into it and

sending both of them tumbling onto the Harvester.

Call pulls the lever.

In an instant the machine roars to life, a thousand blades grinding to

top speed, pulverizing the beast, consuming it, sucking it down as

layer upon layer of alien flesh is chopped into messes.

And it SHRIEKS, a noise unheard before, as it thrashes frantically.

Ripley tries to pull herself off it before the blades get too close --

but the beast grabs her, holds her. The blades ever closer as she

struggles with it.

ANGLE:
CALL

Still trapped below, she sees the aliens blood seeping through the

machine all around her!

She squirms, trying to get away, but she's stuck. A stream of blood

lands on her shoulder, eating it away. Another on her leg, and panic

blooms, bright in her.

CALL:

RIPLEY!

Galvanized by the cry, Ripley TEARS herself out of the beast's dying

grasp, flips backwards off the Harvester as it begins to smoke and

spark, blood eating through the controls.

Call writhes, blood everywhere now. She is lost in primal terror.

Ripley wriggles her way under, and, regardless of the streams of blood

splattering her, wrenchs Call free. She drags her' out.

A section of the harvester explodes, raining fire and debris or the

dying alien.

Call lies on the ground, Ripley behind her, arms wrapped tight around

her.

Covered in blood and grime, the two watch the alien go up in flames,

breathing hard, holding each other as if their lives depended on it

still.

DISSOLVE TO.- ANGLE: THE NEWBORN'S SKULL

Burning, hollowed out by the licks of flame that caress it. Collapsing

gently on itself.

WIDE ANGLE:

EXT. SAME - LATER

The four of them sit by the huge camp-fire, watching the flames.

Vriess tosses 'Christie a bottle of whiskey.

JOHNER:

The b*tch takes her time in burning.

VRIESS:

Well, it looks like she's finally giving it up.

JOHNER:

Troopers should be finding our ship any time now. 1 don't much love the

idea of being around when they do.

Ripley gets up, looks out over the cliffs edge at the lights the city.

Christie offers the bottle to Call. She takes it and drinks.

VRIESS (to Call)

I guess you won't want to be answering any official Questions either.

CALL:

I guess not.

She is grateful for the suggestion that they are in it together.

VRIESS:

Well, we're on Earth, for Chrissake. Plenty of places to get lost here.

CALL:

So I've heard.

After a moment, she gets up as well, goes over to Ripley. She hands

her the bottle.

Ripley looks at it.

CALL:

It's a drink. You drink it.

RIPLEY (smiling) I remember. She drinks.

CALL:

So, what do you think?

RIPLEY:

Think?

CALL:

What should we do now?

RIPLEY:

I don't know.

She looks out in the distance...

RIPLEY I'm a stranger here myself

The two of them stand side by side staring out at the unfamiliar

horizon, as the newborn dwindles in the dancing flame.

THE END:

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