Alien: Resurrection Page #4

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PEREZ:

This wasn't easy to come by.

ELGYN:

Neither was our cargo. You're not pleading poverty, are you?

PEREZ:

We're well funded. I mean the bills. There's not many that still deal

in coin.

ELGYN:

Just the ones that don't like their every transaction recorded. The

fringe element.

I guess that would include you, though, wouldn't it?

PEREZ:

Drink?

ELGYN:

Constantly. I'm guessing whatever you've got going here wasn't exactly

approved by congress.

Perez pours two whiskeys.

PEREZ (changing the subject)

So where do you go from here?

ELGYN:

Out by the Handle. We've got a couple of harvesters, we can unload 'em

on one of the collectives if Vriess and Call get 'em working.

PEREZ:

Call. Where'd you find her?

ELGYN:

She is severely fuckable, isn't she? - And the very devil with a socket

wrench.

I think Vriess somewhat pines.

He takes a stack of bill, smells it. He likes the smell.-

ELGYN:

She is curious about this little transaction. You can hardly blame

her, Awfully cloak and dagger...

Perez hands a drink to ELGYN.

PEREZ:

This is an army operation.

ELGYN:

Most army research labs don't have to operate outside regulated space.

And they don't call for the kind of cargo we brought.

PEREZ:

Do you want something, Elgyn?

ELGYN:

Just bed and board, couple of days worth. If we're not imposing.

PEREZ:

Not at all. Keep out of the restricted areas, don't start any fights,

and mi casa is yours too.

Elgyn drinks to that.

PEREZ:

I trust, of course, that you can mind your own business.

ELGYN (smiles)

I'm famous for it.

They drink.

CUT TO:
INT. HALLWAY - RESTRICTED AREA

The 'cargo' is rolled down the corridor, armed guards flank it. It is

wheeled into:

INT. A CHAMBER

Where Wren and a few others are waiting. Gediman looks a little

nervous, not sure this is a good idea.

The cargo is locked into place on the floor and and a guard works the

electric lock.

It springs open and the guard slides off a side panel.

They are stacked one on the other, five of them in all, cryotubes.

People sleeping inside.

One by one the tubes are hauled to one side of the room as the second

unit is wheeled in.

By the end there are ten people sleeping side by side in their tubes in

the dark chamber.

The scientists meanwhile retire to INT. AN ADJOINING CHAMBER with a

long glass window looking at the chamber.

The last of the guards leaves the chamber and we see the door lock

behind them.

Wren starts pushing buttons.

The glass tops of the cryotubes slide open. We see temperature and

lifesign gauges begin to change..

There is a thick whirring as a part of the ceiling above the tubes

lowers, lowers, and rotates slowly.

Stuck to the other side of it are ten alien eggs. The ceiling rotates

just enough so that they are aimed at the heads of the sleepers.

For a moment nothing happens.

One of the sleepers eyes flutter slightly. Opens. All ten eggs open

simultaneously.

CUT TO:
INT. CONFERENCE HALL

A huge room, used for assemblies and events. It has a chain basketball

net set up at one end, crude court lines taped to the floor. Ripley

stands beneath the net with a ball, dribbling absently.

At the other end are set up tables and folding chairs. The crew of the

Betty, sans Elgyn, are filing in to eat here. Johner spies Ripley,

smiles.

JOHNER:

Ooh.

Johner comes up to Ripley. Her expression makes it clear how much she

enjoys having him in her face.

JOHNER:

How about a little one on one?

She keeps dribbling, says nothing.

JOHNER:

What do you say?

RIPLEY:

Get away from me.

JOHNER:

Why should I?

RIPLEY:

Because pain hurts.

He falters a moment at her quiet threat, then:

JOHNER Are you gonna hurt me then? 1 think I might enjoy that.

He smiles his ugly smile. She smiles back.

She hits, him solidly in the chest -- and he flies back ten feet,

landing badly on a group of chairs.

His mates fly into action, Christie grabs a standing ashtray. Hillard

jumps Ripley from behind. She throws her off with e -- chucks the

basketball at her hard enough to pop the air out of it.

Christie swings at her and SMASHES her right in the face.

She arcs back... and right back up, at Christie's throat before he has

a chance to react, squeezing, batting away the ashtray just a trickle

of blood coming down her nose --

Johner cames at her again and she leaps on him, throws him to the

ground, snarling,

SHE'S GONNA RIP HIS THROAT OUT WITH HER TEETH.

WREN:

Ripley.

Ripley looks up and four guards are pointing burners at her. Wren and

Gediman behind them.

Call, standing to one side with Vriess, reacts visibly to the name.

Everybody is slowly backing off. St Just stands with his hands behind

his back, as if concealing something.

Call watches in rapt silence.

WREN:

Don't let's have a scene.

Ripley lets go of Johner, stands.

RIPLEY:

He... smells

WREN:

I imagine he does.

JOHNER (barely breathing)

What the f*** are you?

She looks down on him - in both senses of the phrase. - Look around at

everyone staring at her.

She wipes the bit of blood from under her nose, flicks it away. Exits.

WREN (to Gediman, amused)

Social skills, less than a hundred' percent.

ANGLE:
RIPLEY'S BLOOD

The few drops she flicked away sizzle on the floor -- not eating

through, but melting a small patch.

TO:
INT. LABS - LATER

A large metal box is being wheeled next to an observation pen. Soldiers

surround it, weapons at the ready. Not one of them at ease.

Wren and Gediman watch intently.

WREN:

What's the status on the Queen?

GEDIMAN:

We still haven't detected the origin of the reproductive anomalies. But

the egg laying stage appears to be over.

WREN:

Did we do something wrong?

GEDIMAN:

I don't know. I think we covered everything. But these redundancies...

A soldier lifts a panel in the pen and then doors to the cage come open

automatically.

Everyone waits.

A fullgrown alien suddenly bolts into the pen. The soldier shut it as

quickly as humanly possible.

WREN:

Father, check security status, observation pen six.

Father, the voice of the ship, replies after a moment in a dulcet,

comforting tone.

FATHER:

Pen six secure, security systems functional at 100%.

WREN:

Good. Now the others.

CUT TO:
INT. SLEEP CHAMBERS - NIGHT

We see VARIOUS ANGLES of people at night:

Rane, in, a chamber on the Auriga.

Hillard and Elgyn, in a slightly more lush one.

Perez, in his quarters.

VRIESS, rolling about the Aurigals engine room, looking it over.

Christie, St Just, Call and Johner, all playing poker in the mess hall.

CUT TO:
INT. OBSERVATION ROOM - RIGHT

A sleep cycle is indicated here by the low lighting and the near

emptiness of the room.

Gediman alone is in here, writing observations down in a notebook as he

watches the pen.

Inside are three aliens. Two of them seem to be hibernating, curled up

in the corner, but the third faces the glass, tilting its head and

hissing at it.

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