Alien: Resurrection Page #5

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Gediman sits right up close to it, his face just inches away from the

beast's. It draws back its lips, opens its mouth. The metallic tongue

issues slowly forth, dripping with slime.

GEDIMAN (softly, fascinated)

Is that a distended externus lingua ... or are you just happy to see

me?

The creature hisses. retracts the tongue. Gediman scribbles few notes.

Something moves in the dark behind him. Before he can notice, a hand

closes on his shoulder.

It's Ripley. She steps forward, eyes locked on the cage. Gediman seems

only mildly surprised.

GEDIMAN:

How did you get in here?

RIPLEY:

Beautiful, aren't they?

GEDIMAN:

Yes. Yes they are. I've been monitoring their interaction.

He points at a audiograph by the wall, blips and waves interrupting the

vibrating line, indicating sound.

He notices that her hand is still on her shoulder.

GEDIMAN:

They communicate. Through ultrasonic soundwaves. Sort of like bats.

RIPLEY:

I know.

She looks at him.

RIPLEY:

I can hear them.

GEDIMAN (smiling)

Amazing ...

She runs her hand through the back of his hair, gently urging him up

off his chair.

GEDIMAN:

Ripley...

RIPLEY:

Shhhhh.

She pulls him close, kisses him. Lightly at first, then deeply -

holding his head with both hands. He responds with surprising warmth,

the kiss drawing out, pulling slowly apart.

She looks at him, smiles.

An alien tongue SHOOTS out of her mouth, burying itself in his face.

SMASH CUT TO:
INT. RIPLEY'S CHAMBER

As she suddenly awakes, eyes wide, breathing hard.

She has been sleeping, we see, in the same position she was before:

squatting in the middle of the room. She looks about her, recovering

from the nightmare... Her breathing slows. With a somewhat fatalistic

look, she settles back to sleep.

CUT TO:
INTERIOR MESS HALL - NIGHT

Christie, Call, St Just and Johner are still at their all night poker

game, stacks of bills, peanuts and liquor scattered the table.

They are in a tense hand, the pot impressively high.

JOHNER:

I'm in.

CHRISTIE:

All right.

ST JUST:

Raise you two hundred.

JOHNER:

Oh, f*** you!

CALL:

That's it. I'm out. I'm f***ed.

She throws down her cards, takes a swig of Johner's patented moonshine.

It tastes horrible.

CHRISTIE:

That takes me down, too. Johner?

JOHNER:

Uh, Uh, f*** it. I fold.

(to St Just)

What do-you got?

St Just calmly shuffles his cards back into the deck.

ST JUST:

You'll always wonder.

JOHNER:

You a**hole.

CHRISTIE:

Johner, your deal.

CALL:

Deal me out. It's not my night.

She tries to stand up, takes a spill over her chair. The others laugh.

CALL:

Jesus, Johner, what do you put in that sh*t, battery acid?

JOHNER:

Just for coloring.

ST JUST (producing a small vial)

I got something that'll take the edge off that.

CALL Thanks, I'll walk it off.

She stumbles out of the room. Johner shuffles the deck.

JOHNER:

B*tches should not play with the boys, they will get cleaned out.

(dealing)

Eight card throwback, f*** your sister and the sevens are wild.

CUT TO:
INT. HALL

As soon as she is out of sight, Call straightens up, completely sober.

She looks around her and takes off toward the restricted areas.

She comes to the door and making sure no one is around, star punching

in code on the keypad.

CUT TO:
INT. CELLBLOCK - MOMENTS LATER

As Call pads silently down it, looking for one cell.

TO:
INT. RIPLEY'S CELL - CONTINUOUS

The cell door opens silently. Call hesitates a moment, then slips in,

shutting the door behind her.

Ripley is sleeping, still in the squatting position in the middle of

the room.

Call approaches.

She stares down at Ripley a moment. A shadow passes as a guard walks

above them,

Call tenses till he is gone. Look's back down at Ripley -- still

sleeping.

Call extends her hand, flexes her wrist. The meanest lookin stilletto

you've ever seen extends from out her sleeve. it, gotta be a foot long,

and sharp enough to shave with.

She lifts back her arm, the better to punch it through Ripley's heart.

Ripley shifts slightly. Call stops.

ANGLE:
RIPLEY'S CHEST

Her shirt is open enough to show a good portion of the scar. Call

hesitates, staring, realization flooding her face.

RIPLEY:

Well?

Call starts, moving back a pace.

RIPLEY:

You gonna kill me or what?

CALL:

There's no point, is there?

A flick of her wrist and the stilletto whips back up her sleeve.

Ripley sits up.

CALL:

It's already out of you. Christ... Is it here? Is it on board?

RIPLEY (smiling)

You mean my baby? CALL

I don't understand. If they've got it, why are they keeping you alive?

RIPLEY:

Curious. I'm the latest thing...

CALL:

Those sick fucks.

She raises her arm, the stilletto gliding out again.

CALL:

I can make it stop. The pain... this nightmare.. That's all I can

offer you.

Ripley holds her palm up, presses it against the point of the blade.

RIPLEY:

What makes you think I would let you do that?

Ripley pushes her hand out - the blade goes RIGHT THROUGH HER PALM. She

keeps pushing her hand out slowly, a good five inches of the blade

sticking out the back of her hand before she stops. Call stares at

her.

CALL:

What are you?

RIPLEY:

Ripley, Ellen, Lieutenant first class, number 36706.

CALL:

Ellen Ripley died two hundred years ago.

Ripley pulls her hand back suddenly, grimacing at the pain.

RIPLEY:

What do you know about it?

CALL:

I've read Morse -- I've read all the banned histories. She gave her

life to protect us from the beast. You're not her.

RIPLEY:

If I'm not her. What am I?

CALL:

You're a thing. A construct. They grew you in a f***ing lab.

RIPLEY:

But only God can make a tree.

CALL:

And now they've brought the beast out of you.

RIPLEY (smiling)

Not all the way out.

CALL:

What?

RIPLEY:

It's in my head. Behind my eyes. I can hear it moving. The beast.

The smile is gone, some real vulnerability showing through. Call

softens, trying a different tack.

CALL:

Help me. If there's anything human in you at all, help me stop them

before this thing gets loose.

RIPLEY:

It's already loose.

Call's expression changes. Those words terrify her, but she's not sure

if Ripley means what she thinks.

Ripley raises her hand at Call's head -- Call flinches but Ripley stops

a few inches away.

Then touches her forehead gently, almost sensually.

RIPLEY:

Once the thought .... the hope for it ... grows here.... it has found

its way.

It will come, because... man will bring it. Bring it forth.

CALL:

You want that.

RIPLEY:

I've come to terms with the fact of it. It's inevitable.

CALL:

Not so long as there's breath-in me.

Ripley LASHES OUT and GRABS CALL'S THROAT. Call swings wit the blade

but Ripley has her arm pinned before she can connect. Ripley squeezes

the girls neck.

Ripley looks at the girl with a world of sadness.

RIPLEY:

I can... make it ... stop...

Call's eyes are pleading, terrified. Ripley finally lets go and she

drops to the ground gasping for air. RIPLEY

Go. They're coming for you.

As soon as she can move, Call scrambles up and heads out.

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